i’ve had worse days weeks, but still!
Chills, dizzy spells, foul-tasting cough, sinus pressure, runny nose —
If this is what it’s like to turn 46, I’m never gonna do it again.
I saw a t-shirt today that proclaimed Blonde is the New Smart. The wearer was not blonde (and wouldn’t fool anyone if she tried to be) so what did she mean by it? Perhaps only “this shirt was cheap.”
life, art, not entirely disjoint
This morning in Berkeley I saw a Smith College sweatshirt whose wearer could have stepped out of Questionable Content.
The looming prospect of liquidity raises new questions, like: How soon does a flat monitor pay for itself in power? Are the cameras built into telephones any good, and do they interface easily with a Mac?
In Cold Blood (dir. Richard Brooks, 1967). Didn’t grab me; perhaps another time.
Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (dir. Stanley Kramer). In 1967 I suppose the subject matter was enough to carry it, but now the script is rather thin.
Quatermass and the Pit (dir. Roy Ward Baker, 1967). Fluff.
Cool Hand Luke (dir. Stuart Rosenberg, 1967). Worth seeing. The famous tagline, when it came, seemed a bit out of place; the warden says it in the next breath after ordering Luke to cease attempting to communicate.
Wait Until Dark (dir. Terence Young, 1967). Highly recommended.
Batman serial (1943). Interesting as an example of the trash they could get away with back then.
Le Samouraï (The Godson) (dir. Jean-Pierre Melville, 1967). Essentially a character portrait, but the character is a black box.
Safety Last (1923) and other short films with Harold Lloyd. Good fun.