I'm reading the latest Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls. It's a choice by someone in my book club. It's irritatingly beautiful. I say irritatingly for two reasons: one is I want to shout at the main character to move it along, but that's my smart phone addled brain talking. Second, he stops... Continue Reading →
Fire in the Hole
This was the shout of the pyro team when I worked on Roger Corman's The Fantastic Four. Here's the trailer for the movie: https://youtu.be/gcpmM-eTESI It's even got its own Wiki page, as it was never released and never intended to be released. It wasn't any more terrible than any other of Corman's films. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ but... Continue Reading →
A Happy Death (and a rabbit hole)
I'm re-reading a book that I read in translation when I was sixteen or so: Albert Camus' A Happy Death. Now I'm "reading" it as an audio book in French, La Mort Heureuse. It impressed me very much at the time and probably (now that I'm reading it again), pushed me in ways that I... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 