I’ve never been that interested in Thurston Moore, but I am interested in his new book.
We spent the better part of Memorial Day weekend in the bathroom together. It’s just the kind of incurable romantics we are.
Well, we were actually just doing the first serious home improvement project we’ve done since before we moved in. We painted the bathroom and replaced one of the two lighting fixtures. I spent most of today in a small room huffing paint fumes, and I have this incredible urge to listen to Ween for the rest of the night. Changing the light fixture was easier than I thought. I have a healthy aversion to any project in which the worst case scenario is electrocution, but, honestly, the hardest part was figuring out which circuit breaker the lights were on. The rest is just hooking up the wires.
Probably the nicest thing that we did was to take out the cruddy shutters that were up in the window. They were actually unopenable because of their proximity to the shower curtain rail, so the window, by extension, was also unopenable.
We took a break for dinner last night while one round of paint dried to meet up with Amy & Doug at the Elephant Walk. It’s kind of crazy that I’d never been there before, it being so close, and the French Cambodian cuisine being as appealing as it sounds. We actually went to that address many times in the early days of the Terri & Ezra Show, when Finnegan’s Wake, the erstwhile pub, was in that location. I had this amazing Cambodian beef tips thing that I can’t stop thinking about. I woke up this morning craving it for breakfast. Terri also enjoyed the vegetarian dish she had.
Saw the new Star Wars one more time on Friday. The second time around, the stuff that made me cringe stood out a little more. But overall, if you can get past the first hour, it’s actually pretty good. The point where Anakin turns bad is pretty much where it starts getting interesting. If I were the age I was when Empire Strikes Back came out, I think I could be much more forgiving.
My apologies for any interruptions or weirdness my RSS feed has caused your reader of late, but I’ve switched the blog from Movable Type to WordPress. I *think* all the things I needed to fix to keep people from getting broken links have been fixed (redirected the old RSS URL to its new home, made sure the links to individual items that Google knows about are still working and don’t look too bad, etc.)
The new site is still somewhat under construction and is definitely a little more stripped down than I intend, but it’s at least functional. I intended the cutover to be a little smoother, but a series of unrelated events led me to accidentally delete the old Movable Type blog.
I’m going with WordPress because
- I’m sick sick sick of comment spam!
- My ISP has an easy installer for WordPress & I was able to import all the content from MT— including comments— in about 15 minutes.
- WordPress is free
- WordPress is easier to customize & hack (e.g. it actually has an idea of a theme, and the design (design in the software sense) is sane: not Perl CGIs that write HTML files: blech!.
- WordPress has more plugins & a better user/developer community.
Mrs. RealFake and I are busily working on a printing project, which will need to be hand inked if the roller company doesn’t come through for me and mail me back my re-covered rollers in the next two days. Even the typesetting tonight was derailed for want of an at symbol. A sign of the times, I suppose, that at symbols are more essential to everyday life than they were when my beautiful vintage typefaces were cast. However, if it is a cents sign you want? I’m your man.
Anyway, the want of rollers and frustration of the at symbol led me to an experiment I’ve been wanting to try for some time involving type and sculpey. It’s cooling in the kitchen while I kill time writing this.
And now Mrs. RealFake is poking me and telling me it’s time for bed. I agree.
A Boing Boing post pointed me to this, which finally explains what that Space Invaders grafitti we kept seeing in Paris is all about.
I must confess, I stole that headline.
I know I should probably not waste space on this blog, or seconds of my finite time on this planet, on anything Revenge of the Sith-related. But somewhere inside me is the kid who listened to the casette-with-book set of the original Star Wars incessantly, being too young to see Star Wars in the theater the first time around, and those being the dark days before VCRs. I can still probably play back the whole thing in my head, from the Twentieth Century Fox fanfare to the snippets of actual film dialog to the closing music.
So, first, two reviews. First, Anthony Lane slashes the whole thing with his lightsaber prose. He’s always so much fun when he out and out loathes a film. I’ll have to wait until I see it to decide if he’s being too harsh (I suspect so), but as if you’ve been reading this a while, you probably have noticed that I pretty much value contrarianism for its own sake. Second, Roger Ebert. He’s not afraid to enjoy the kind of thing Anthony Lane calls (sincerely) “vulgarian”, so he’s quite positive. And he points out something I’ve been thinking, too:
Note: I said this is not necessarily the last of the “Star Wars” movies. Although Lucas has absolutely said he is finished with the series, it is inconceivable to me that 20th Century-Fox will willingly abandon the franchise, especially as Lucas has hinted that parts VII, VIII and IX exist at least in his mind. There will be enormous pressure for them to be made, if not by him, then by his deputies.
I have to agree. There’s a very farewell-tour disingenousness about how much Lucas is making about how this is the last one ever, ever, really, so you better go see it while you can! That, and the fact that Lucas has built a production empire which can make movies faster and faster, with less and less filming of actual physical objects. They’ll be able to whip those last three off in a few months and string out their release over another ten years. Lucas will be a shrivelled cackling man in a dark hood by that point.
Another thing that I’ve been thinking is that the whole renumbering of the first trilogy that the second trilogy introduced ex post facto is bogus. The whole thing only makes sense if you start with Star Wars (which I have decided I will always only call Star Wars, never A New Hope or Episode IV) first. Who cares which happened first in the chronology of the fictional universe? Audiences since, oh, The Odyssey have accepted the fact that when you’re telling the story, you don’t have to tell it in chronological order. That temptation seems to be there particularly with fictional works that spawned whole imaginary universes. I feel similarly about editions of The Chronicles of Narnia that re-order the books chronologically, which ends up putting most of the worst books first and actually throws off how the narrative’s supposed to work.
Reminder to self: this guy looks interesting. Note to others: anybody know anything about him?
I know I said I’d shut up about this, but it just got more interesting.
I was the bride in the limo, and just saw your blog when I was doing a search about the incident. We were never interviewed by the police, so I’m not sure if there is any investigation going on. The limo company has done NOTHING to address the situation. The didn’t even send back up transportation to get us to the reception! Everyone was fine, but all my bridesmaids’ things (in the trunk) were ruined, and our lives were all at risk. I feel worst for my bridesmaid who was 8 months pregnant, and for my 3 year old flower girl, and for my poor parents.
It’s pretty lame of the limo company. According to what she wrote in Randy’s blog, the limo company’s name was Discover Boston. Randy is rustling up a posse to pressure the limo company to make it up to the newlyweds.
If anyone from Discover Boston finds this, would you care to present your side of the story?