Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Circles of life

Charcoal animation - AClockwork of Dreams from Alesh macak on Vimeo.

Trippy little piece, representing - perhaps - the places that life can go. Your life. Life in general. Charcoal seems to breathe, which makes it a good choice. Then there's the claymation, about which you could say the same thing.

I'm not sure I'd have picked such discordant music, but I can see what the animator was going for with it.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

In too deep

I have a friend who says he wants to get into the Deep Web. Well, he says it. Not sure if he actually does want to. He hasn't done any more than talk about it.

It strikes me that most of it is probably boring as all hell. Long strings of numbers and impenetrable code that don't show up on search engines because no one would be searching for them in the first place. And the rare bits of salacious stuff would just be depressing in practice.

Thursday, February 15, 2018


At once it struck me what quality went to form a man of achievement, especially in literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean negative capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.

This is a quote from John Keats, writing to his brothers George and Thomas. It struck me when I first heard about it in college. And the quality he's talking about is as necessary as ever, as rare as ever.  Fact and reason are important, of course, and too many make arguments bereft of them. But there's the sublime as well, which we're destitute without.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018


Threat. Blunt, unthinking menace. That's what's conveyed in the painting above. It's called "Is It True What They Say About Dixie?" And yes, I fear it is.

The painter is Rosalyn Drexler, part of the American pop art explosion of the sixties. But that's just a vague grouping, not who she is. Not all her work is as ominous as this one, but it's powerful. For the most part she keeps backgrounds simple. Maybe just a color, although it will be a dominant color. The emphasis is on the foreground. On the struggle.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Ritual? Rite? Something like that.

Barring holidays, Monday is garbage day in my neighborhood. Making Sunday garbage night. (Funny how that works.) It's a few trips. 2-4 for recyclables, one more for trash itself.

Which I kind of like. It gives me one more chance to give the street a once over before I go to sleep. Only during torrential downpours am I really eager to get it over with.

Friday, February 9, 2018

LIke Waugh

Right now I'm in the middle of reading Evelyn Waugh's Vile Bodies. I think it's the second thing I've read by him. I read The Loved One a long time ago, and was quite entertained by it.

Vile Bodies is a strange one. It's very dialogue heavy, and its tone suggests that everything happening is pure gossip fodder. But certain characters are given transparently metaphorical nicknames like Mrs. Ape and Mr. Outrage. There's a bit of Medieval allegory in that.

At the point this novel was written one world-spanning war had finished and another was on its way, although few predicted it at that point. (Hitler wasn't yet in power.) The world, and certainly England, is decompressing out of psychic necessity.

This is actually the world of early Agatha Christie as well. The difference isn't the murder, it's the somewhat older detectives able to make sense of the murder. Those are in Christie, not here.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Of the grey feathers

Perhaps it's the spiritual influence of the Muppet Bert, but pigeons fascinate me. Not in the same way as crows. Crows are intelligent birds that visit us now and then. Pigeons don't seem to be as smart, but they're a constant feature of city life. They fly low among us, walk on the street, eat what's available. You can't touch them unless they're domestic, but you can get very close. Somehow they've evolved to live amongst humans, who can be a very dangerous species, while maintaining they're own peculiar social life.

Book post coming soon. I just need to get a little further into the book.