Well, dear readers, I am bleary-eyed and vaguely discontented from having viewed over twenty hours of footage, interviews and transcripts. Hopefully, the next part of the process will be more fun, because this part of the process is mind-numbing.
Interestingly, unlike the night before, I got home, ate a salad, and got my energy back and actually managed to do a touch of writing (as well as cleaning up some stuff from the sequel that I’d been meaning to). That gives me some hope. And the weekend is coming up, which I’m truly looking forward to. I shall write, I shall relax, I shall watch DVDs, I shall go hither and thither and then thither and hither just for a change of pace. I shall answer all your excellent questions. I shall get the evil eye from the cleaning lady. I shall get my hair cut. I shall jog. I shall remain on this stupid, stupid, stupid (that is three stupids) diet, I shall clear my brain and I shall brain my clear. What the hell am I talking about?
I began watching the DVD of Koyaanasqatsi, that phantasmagoria of image and sound, which I’m very fond of. It’s a nice transfer, and Philip Glass’ score sounds great. I shall finish watching it tonight.
We need all the errant and truant to come back and post – I need things to read when I’m taking a break and resting my bleary weary eyes. Post about anything and everything. Tell me what kind of shoes you’re wearing. Tell me on a Friday. Tell me on a Sunday, but just tell me. Otherwise I shall be sad and morose and we can’t have that now, can we, dear readers?
Have I mentioned that I am bleary-eyed and vaguely discontented? Did you know that the word “discontented” contains the words “disco” and “tent” and the name “Ed”? Isn’t that fascinating? Isn’t that just too too?
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below before I start singing the title song to Koyaanisqatsi.
Koyaanisqatsi,
Koyaanisqatsi,
Koyaanisqatsi,
Koyaanisqatsi
Well, it kind of needs the music, doesn’t it? And just where is the “u”? I learned that a “q” is always followed by a “u”. Leave it to those Hopi people to confound me.
It’s a very gray morning here in Los Angeles, California, and I hope it stays that way and I hope it stops being so hot. Last night, on my way home, it was eighty-eight degrees – at seven at night. That is too many degrees if you ask me. That many degrees just makes me want to sing the title song to Koyaanisqatsi, frankly or even samly.
Koyaanisqatsi,
Koyaanisqatsi,
Koyaanisqatsi,
Koyaanisqatsi
Who wrote these lyrics? They couldn’t throw in a rhyme?
Koyaanisqatsi
It’s got no plot, see
Image it’s got, see
Got quite a lot, see
It’s hard to not see
The image it’s got, see
That’s Koyaanisqatsi
Isn’t that better? Maybe later, you can all join in for a chorus or two.
My goodness, I’m already tired and it’s only seven fifteen in the morning.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must view and then view and then view and then hopefully the viewing will be through. If not, I shall sing the title song to Koyaanisqatsi and drive everyone mad. Today’s topic of discussion: What is your favorite weird title song from a movie? I’ll start – aside from Koyaanisqatsi, I’m very partial to The Blob (It creeps, and leaps, and glides and slides across the floor, right through the door, and all around the wall, a splotch, a blotch, be careful of the blob, beware of the blob), which is by Mr. Burt Bacharach. Your turn. Secondary topic of discussion: If you’ve ever been on a diet, which diet has it been and did it work? Post away, my pretties, and post often, so that I have something to read when I take a break from viewing.