One to Watch: The Skin I Live In

"There are several genres nimbly folded into “The Skin I Live In,” which might also be described as an existential mystery, a melodramatic thriller, a medical horror film or just a polymorphous extravaganza. "

from Manohla Dargis's New York Times Movie Review

A Beautiful Prisoner Lost in Almodóvar’s Labyrinth

Daughter on the Edge

That was an interesting year, 2001. Only it was the next one that blew everything away. So forget 9/11.

Dark night over the Carpathians, looking down onto the the white snow covered place. Safe in our business-class dinner world. Wondering, and sure that all was good down below. 

More fool you.

At the edge of the world, with feeble contact via that machine. We were connected in 2002, so why weren't they? Why did I have to leave that device outside just to get a that txt? That Txt! 

Five words that hope for you, were a throw away for the sender.

 So much for fucking hope.

Back to the city on the lake. Back via the lake front. 

Looking out the taxi window at how grand it was. Looking out at how better it was. Looking out at the grayness of the snow covered mountains that suddenly looked do dull.

And you kept it up for nine months.

Nine months! 

Until the day it did not happen on that Dark Days, Clear Nights time.

A Day in Time

Image via WikipediaIf they are right or wrong I really don't care as one day we will break the speed of light barrier and we will hit the stars.

Ever upwards and onwards is the human way. Life is pre-programmed to survive:

Moving down, layer by layer through the circles of Dante's biological hell, you'll discover that the Valley isn't one system of life but dozens, stacked and stratified, as distinct from one another as the deep-sea zones of earth. Some of them are lively, raucous, lit by soft constellations of fungal lanterns and bioluminescent critters. Other layers are silent as library cloisters, where one instant of clumsiness can bring death from a hundred lurking sources.

from Queen of the Iron Sands by Scott Lynch

see Speed of Light

Box Fire Nights

They come, whirling up from the Southern Ocean, round and round to eventually punch the East Coast with a ten degree tempreture drop, and the famous understated 'Southerly Change'.

Just when you thought spring had arrived.

More fool you, or rather more fuel you. It'a back to heating time. Back to the box fire. Come on. Light it up or you'll freeze when the Southerly races through.

Back to the box. The fire box of heat.

Netflex and the Death of DVD's

You as I was saying that this blog was going to get more personal and along comes this analysis for the Netflix split by Gizmodo. Now the really interesting point Brian Barrett, the author of the post makes in summing up is:

Or maybe we spend the next decade using Qwikster as a series of data points, watching DVD vital signs wane until eventually the format flatlines.

This is the logical conclusion to this business of "shiny little frisbees".

The only people who don't know the shiny frisbee market is over are the main film companies. They will hang on like grim death, suing their customers just like the record companies until there are none left.

As for the publishing industry....

see Why Netflix Just Cut Itself in Half