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High temp today, here: 15. Dewpoint then: 10. High dewpoint: 10.
High temp today in TO: 17. Dewpoint then: 11. High dewpoint: 11.
Dewpoint's down to -1 here now. Front fizzled across southern Ontario--no window-rattling today. We have a tropical depression #27, which should become Gamma tomorrow, but of course it's not the system that was over Panama yesterday, which is no longer in the tropical weather forecast.
I have to say, after yesterday's post, the sub-title of this LJ--
http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=marialuminous
--is really rather disturbing.
Speaking of disturbing net coincidences, a few weeks ago, I determined that none of my students had heard of Jack Kerouac. (Ginsburg, on the other hand, a few of them had heard of, for some reason.) And now, linked off of
http://www.aldaily.com,
I come across this:
http://www.triangle.com/books/zane/story/2833105p-9283263c.html
And speaking of interesting stuff on aldaily (I haven't been to the library in awhile, so I've been missing my topical trash), this--
http://www.lrb.co.uk/v27/n22/perl01_.html
--is fairly unbelievable on the construction of the cult of Hanoi Jane, and this--
http://chronicle.com/temp/reprint.php?id=4yvmq33mxkbsgf79vmrg3qq8m4kdtfxy
--gives me some sort of hope, I guess--hey, if people like that can get interviews, maybe I've got a shot.
So, yes, finished Dalloway (which, you know, I can't say I like (first time around, anyway), but I have to admire, in its how-do-you-come-up-with-this-stuff-ness), and watched The Hours, which I bought used the other day, having forgotten that it's not actually based on Mrs. Dalloway ... exactly.
My, but The Hours is a dire movie. I'm not entirely sure whether it's a good movie or not. Can't argue that it's well-acted. But it's remarkably slight for something so heavy. Hmm, yes--speaking of slight--I imagine a movie of Dalloway starring Bill Murray. Who's the female Bill Murray? Or can you make Bill Murray into a 1920s society woman? (BIRT Broken Flowers is a much better movie than Lost in Translation, which was merely a trial run.)
The Hours is almost as dire as Magnolia. (Nothing is as dire as Magnolia. Except maybe Happiness.) I wonder if Julianne Moore and that guy who was the cop in Magnolia (both of whom might as well be playing the same people in The Hours) are ever in any non-dire movies.
Something that strikes me about Dalloway: those things that Nabokov (none of my students have heard of him, either) throws in now and then to throw off the coherence of the narration (what is it on the first page of Pale Fire, hammering?)--those things are basically what Dalloway is.
More strange and unpleasant things are happening in and around my arm. All the bad qi seems to have moved out of my middle and into my arm. Maybe eventually I'll manage to shoot it out my fingers and be rid of it.
High temp today in TO: 17. Dewpoint then: 11. High dewpoint: 11.
Dewpoint's down to -1 here now. Front fizzled across southern Ontario--no window-rattling today. We have a tropical depression #27, which should become Gamma tomorrow, but of course it's not the system that was over Panama yesterday, which is no longer in the tropical weather forecast.
I have to say, after yesterday's post, the sub-title of this LJ--
http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=marialuminous
--is really rather disturbing.
Speaking of disturbing net coincidences, a few weeks ago, I determined that none of my students had heard of Jack Kerouac. (Ginsburg, on the other hand, a few of them had heard of, for some reason.) And now, linked off of
http://www.aldaily.com,
I come across this:
http://www.triangle.com/books/zane/story/2833105p-9283263c.html
And speaking of interesting stuff on aldaily (I haven't been to the library in awhile, so I've been missing my topical trash), this--
http://www.lrb.co.uk/v27/n22/perl01_.html
--is fairly unbelievable on the construction of the cult of Hanoi Jane, and this--
http://chronicle.com/temp/reprint.php?id=4yvmq33mxkbsgf79vmrg3qq8m4kdtfxy
--gives me some sort of hope, I guess--hey, if people like that can get interviews, maybe I've got a shot.
So, yes, finished Dalloway (which, you know, I can't say I like (first time around, anyway), but I have to admire, in its how-do-you-come-up-with-this-stuff-ness), and watched The Hours, which I bought used the other day, having forgotten that it's not actually based on Mrs. Dalloway ... exactly.
My, but The Hours is a dire movie. I'm not entirely sure whether it's a good movie or not. Can't argue that it's well-acted. But it's remarkably slight for something so heavy. Hmm, yes--speaking of slight--I imagine a movie of Dalloway starring Bill Murray. Who's the female Bill Murray? Or can you make Bill Murray into a 1920s society woman? (BIRT Broken Flowers is a much better movie than Lost in Translation, which was merely a trial run.)
The Hours is almost as dire as Magnolia. (Nothing is as dire as Magnolia. Except maybe Happiness.) I wonder if Julianne Moore and that guy who was the cop in Magnolia (both of whom might as well be playing the same people in The Hours) are ever in any non-dire movies.
Something that strikes me about Dalloway: those things that Nabokov (none of my students have heard of him, either) throws in now and then to throw off the coherence of the narration (what is it on the first page of Pale Fire, hammering?)--those things are basically what Dalloway is.
More strange and unpleasant things are happening in and around my arm. All the bad qi seems to have moved out of my middle and into my arm. Maybe eventually I'll manage to shoot it out my fingers and be rid of it.
