Chasing Svelte - Films From the mid-2000s




          Chasing is the opposite of repoussé, which is a metalworking technique in which a malleable metal is shaped by hammering from the reverse side.  The two are used in conjunction to create a finished piece.   While repoussé is used to work on the reverse of the metal to form a raised design on the front, chasing is used to refine the design on the front of the work by sinking the metal.  The term chasing is derived from the noun "chase," which refers to a groove, furrow, channel or indentation.

          Svelte is an adjective denoting something which is judged to be attractively or gracefully slim by the viewer; slender in figure, or lithe.

          But what does all this have to do with films you ask?

          Following the premise: as a small part goes, so goes the whole (used to infer—maybe, correctly—that if American banks crumble, so will our entire country) the current Climate of American Civilization And Society (CACAS) can be measured by examining a microcosm within the CACAS and I am going to examine: film.

          First, some back-story: hundreds of films are released every month.   Most are 'direct to DVD' (this includes dozens of TV series, both old and new); a small few are wide-released (in thousands of theaters); some receive a limited-release (if they make money, they may later be wide-released).   It is important to remember that all of these films employ hundreds-of-thousands (millions, world-wide) of people... from the lowly, ticket-taker at the single-screen, second-run, downtown, art-theater, to the mega-millionaire-family of Pitt-Jolie.  Yes.  We... who know films, and love them, and know the films-we-love, tend NOT to focus on business and only discuss the art, story, acting, and that ever-elusive quality, which makes good film different from bad movies.

          The makers of movie-money are 'chasing svelte' by tooling the final product (in most cases: a ninety-minute one) until they have about a ninety-second slim, attractive, excerpt.   This small preview, commonly referred to as a 'trailer' even though they have not followed the feature presentations for 50+ years, is more important than the film to money makers.

          In many cases the DVD will make more money, for the producers, studios, and film-makers, than the theatrical release; where distributors, theater franchises, and concession-providers profit most.   The trailer needs to fool people into buying tickets and also sell, or rent, the DVD (and let us not forget the video game).

          Over the past years I have seen thousands of trailers, and got sucked in by them, causing me to rent—as well as actually pay to sit in theaters and watch—many dozens of terrible movies.  My 'good-trailer-terrible-movie' radar is only a 4.9 version and needs an upgrade.

          But, thankfully, and most importantly, I saw some incredibly fantastic films.   Here are my top twelve (for the period 2005 to 2008) in alphabetical order.

          If you have not seen one or more of these, then, see them TODAY... or this weekend (and STOP watching the news . . . ).

11:14 is a 'who/why dunnit?' suspense-film that keeps you guessing and engaged.  If you are one of those people who dislikes the gimmick of showing the same few minutes of real time over and over again, just realize this is not some shit like: 'Vantage Point' (one of the many 'good-trailer-bad-movies', I fell victim to).



Across the Universe may be the best musical ever put on film.  One prerequisite:  you need to be familiar with, and not-dislike, Beatle's songs (Note: not-disliking is different than liking, in this case).  The songs weave into the plot, small snippits of Beatle-lyrics jump out of the dialogue, and the whole thing is capped off by some great cameos by Salma Hayek, Eddie Izzard, Bono, and Joe Cocker.



an inconvenient truth, a documentary by Al Gore, is the only documentary that made it to this list (and I watch quite a few).  If you want to learn some of the specific reasons scientists know the earth is warming because of things we've done and are doing, watch.  If you already know everything because FOX news tells you about all the things the bible leaves out, don't watch.



Brick is the most unusual mix of 'young love' meets 'Sam Spade'.  Joseph Gordon-Levitt can almost do no wrong in my book (and his character, here, is no exception).  The dialogue requires your complete attention; not a film to watch while anything else could distract you (a friend told me it helped when she watched it with subtitles because of the constant, fast-original, slang).



Cashback is about a sketch/painter-artist (so I may be biased to include it here).  It also contains dry 'British' humor and pretty naked women (two other things, which may cause me to give it preferential treatment).   It has a subplot that centers around a science-fictionesque ability of the main character . . . and an SF trailer can suck me in better than most.  So—with all that aside—how can this be a great film?  It just is.


Children of Men is Clive Owen at his absolute best.   If there is a better representation of the 'ever-weary-reluctant hero' character I have not seen it.  This strong futuristic-SF/road film should be at the top of your to-see list (or your to-see again list if you've watched all of these).




Hard Candy, a small-budget revenge-film that doesn't get off-message and delivers in a chilling, thrilling way, shows that Ellen Page (Juno) has always been able to pick a great role (and was always able to nail her performance).




No Country For Old Men is the best drama on the list.  If you haven't already seen this film you must not be a film-watcher; maybe you don't watch films recommended by others, or shun films that have won awards.  If so . . .there are some funny things over on U-Tube, whyn't you go check 'em out?  Right now.  Yea, now.



Old Boy will shock and enthrall those who don't mind subtitles (it's Korean).   It was released in '05, but I didn't see it until '07.   If you do any research on it, you'll have the plot-twist(s) spoiled and then it won't be a mystery, will it?   Not for squeamish viewers. Strangely, this is the only subtitled film that made this list of must-see's.  Since my taste runs heavily foreign (maybe as much as 30%) I'm surprised only one made my list.  (I do not recommend the re-make.)


Shortbus is the best quasi-porn-esque film I've ever seen. John Cameron Mitchell (Hedwig and the Angry Inch) wrote and directed this sex-story, included funny dialogue, a real plot, found good-to-OK actors and actresses, and actually got it distributed (limited release) in theaters.  If you have always hated porn films (except the parts between the fast-forward's) this is for you.   If you are homophobic, religious, or in any way put-off by sexual acts and conversation, this is not for you.


Southland Tales, one film I've, now, put on my see-again list.  Mostly, because I'm certain I'd get more out of the second viewing.  An SF-mystery-thriller that is confusing and a half-dark funny; it's the one you'll love or hate, understand or quit watching (with a "WTF did I just see?").  If you have to pee or if you are hungry when you watch this, you will lose the spider-silk-thread of plot.   Requires 10 times more concentration than Children of Men.


Wristcutters, a love story contains a funny, one-of-a-kind plot about what the ever-after holds for suicides.   This film was almost beat-out by 'Wall-E'; but because it made me laugh-out-loud, contained some sharp dialogue, and actually made me think... it stuck in my head more than the animated, cute, SF film.



          I provide this list in 2020, as a springboard for my new list of Arthouse Bizarre Convoluted Dark Films (ABCD Films).

Covid Diary - Weeks 1 thru 4

don't come in, the water's not so great...
          Friday, 24 APR.  My wife, Pam, and I suspect we are both infected with COVID19.  Unsure at this point.   Pam's symptoms began in the early morning hours (prior to 6am).  My symptoms began in the late afternoon.
         Thinking back:  last night, 23 APR, we both suffered from diarrhea but had not eaten the same food at all that day, and wondered about the coincidence.  This was our first symptom. 
          Our Temperatures, today, are both lower than 98.6 (no fevers).  The main symptom, for us both, is physical fatigue.  We feel as if we have over-exercised and now have acute or delayed-onset muscle soreness—without the burn or itch from healing muscles, just a difficulty/inability to use our arms and leg muscles.  We have both spent many hours in bed due to this extreme fatigue.
          Pam has a very-slight cough (in any other situation it would go without notice, with about one throat-clearing an hour) and she has an unusually-strong headache.  I have no cough, just a slightly itchy throat and headache.
        
          Saturday, 25 APR.  Pam's cough has increased slightly, her fatigue has decreased significantly, still no fever.  Headache the same.
          My fatigue has increased exponentially; I have not left my bed for 20 hours (what was just long-muscle fatigue is now whole-body).  My appetite is gone, but my sense of taste/smell is still present.  Increase in body temperature less than one degree (still would not consider this to qualify as a fever); headache the same.
          Thanks to all who have written best wishes.  I apologize for not writing individual responses, texting, or calling until after I am feeling better.

          Sunday, 26 APR.   Today is better than yesterday for both of us.  Body-fatigue is still present but less severe.  Neither of us have a fever over 99.5 degrees F.  Our coughs/throat issues remain slight.  We both have experienced instances of dizziness as well as rapid heart-rates after only brief exertion (climbing one flight of stairs).
          To answer those who asked why we have not been tested and what we base our assumption of contracting Covid19 on, without high fever or difficulty breathing:  Testing is limited (CDC testing criteria) and Pam is considered a Priority 3.  Since it is likely she contracted the virus last week at her "critical infrastructure job" (grocery store with three Covid-positive coworkers) the purpose of testing would be for her to return to work if Covid-negative.  Since her symptoms are not serious and she can self-quarantine, that is unnecessary.  As to our basis for assuming it is Covid, it is the most logical reason for both of us (her first and me 12 hours later) to be afflicted with such an extreme case of whole-body fatigue.  My hope, now, is that we do not experience any more symptoms and fully recover.

          Monday, 27 APR.  Body fatigue almost completely gone in both of us.  Slight headaches and throat irritations vary with time-of-day and amount of pain medication we each are taking.  If this were a "routine-normal" cold, we would consider returning to work today (85% is good enough to get back to work)—but this is not any of that.  We are contagious and will continue to self-quarantine.

          Tuesday, 28 APR.  My symptoms slightly increasing/returning, which would be considered "normal flu symptoms" (in any other situation): headaches, runny nose, congestion, itchy throat.  Very late this evening, I notice I have a slight, unusual, chest pressure which comes and goes.

          Wednesday, 29 APR.  My light chest pressure from last night is still intermittently present.  Not related to food, caffeine, exertion, or hydration.  My breathing does not feel restricted in any way; I do not think it is lung-related,.  Best guess (based on anecdotal evidence) is that I have become too focused on my own health symptoms and have caused myself to become stressed.  Time for a long walk and some deep meditation.

Week 2:  Thr, 30 APR thru Thr, 7 MAY.  Our minor symptoms for the entire week are those attributable to any infection or to seasonal allergies:  cough, sneeze, nasal blockage, fatigue, soreness in joints and headaches.

Week 3:  Thr, 7 MAY thru Thr, 14 MAY.  Symptoms almost completely gone except for one 20 hour period for me and one 10 hour period for Pam (fatigue, gastrointestinal distress, headaches, etc) returned with a huge spike.  Added minor symptom for me: sore throat.

Week 4:  Thr, 14 MAY thru Thr, 21 May.  Symptoms gone.  No headaches, no fatigue, no sore throat.  (Only a small period of seasonal allergy symptoms; runny nose, nasal drainage.)

Covid Diary - Chapter 2

lighter Covid19 notes:

Re-fractured and Vibrant Echoes


          In one of Driz's (now defunct) posts at ex movere, he included his interpretation of the quote:  The disappointed man speaks: ‘I listened for an echo and I heard only praise.’  After exchanging comment volleys, I couldn't leave the thought alone.  I started picking at it and decided to expand-expound.

          What did this Nietzsche quote mean?

          My thoughts:  when one spends a quantifiable amount of anything (hours, brain-cells, words, brushstrokes, it-matters-not-what) on creating something, I think the results are the echo Nietzsche was listening for.  My drive to create has resulted in more than a few select two-dimensional echoes, or reflections of my inner self, which I proudly hang on my—and other people's—walls.

          Along this vein, I think Davecat's blog title: Shouting to hear the echoes captures this action-idea in its barest simplicity.And my vague memory of Davecat's (years ago) statement that a web log containing decades of essays is a portrait of a persons life, an accomplishment, a digital distillation or reflection of a person's gestalt ... or something like that, I don't recall his exact words and now that I think about it, I may be attributing words to Davecat that he never typed.But, anyway.

          A created object is a reflection of the author-creator-artists imagination.Although the intent of the creator was, initially, primarily and ultimately, to see what his brain could create—to translate something from his imagination to reality—once it was created, and (as Ditz has correctly pointed out) the creator has made the decision that it is finished, it immediately becomes subject to criticism. This includes self-criticism.

          I think that praise is what Nietzsche was disappointed to receive; because praise is (almost always) synonymous with apathy.

          To me, every "I like it" feels like a white-lie or an act of guest-book-signing.

          Want to see what I mean by this?   Go to any blog which averages more than 25 comments per post.About 90% of those comments are pap—each saying less than nothing; muttering their praises because if they don’t...I guess, nobody will know they were there, right?(If ANYONE knows of a blog where this is not true, where the majority of the more than two-dozen plus comments are viable, helpful, insightful and interesting, please point me there!)In a deeper ring of hell than that which broils sycophantic blog comment-ers are: micro-blog Twitter-ers and their constant desire to amass followers who will read their rarely thoughtful, mostly vacuous, and wholly innocuous tweets (and the reply-comments they spawn).

          An artist receives praise with a skeptical smile, but welcomes derision, comparative-criticism, and advice (no matter how unhelpful) with a warm embrace.In my case, viewers who tell me what they see in my digital renderings are great, because my creations are nurtured by pareidolia and are mostly-worthless to those who are unable (or unwilling) to be afflicted by the phenomenon.


You get more joy out of the giving to others, and should put a good deal of thought into the happiness you are able to give. — Eleanor Roosevelt

revised Apr 2020; original: May 2009
 
ancillary articles on art and art-critique:

Uncouple Here


The summer-ease of naïve wanna be best friends along the Maumee with incessant Katydid skriitch and calling parents by their first names; accidentally broken in a foamy pile of brown glass on the concrete steps of some school.   Not forgotten as easily as our names, which lasted.

To each adult relationship strained by each—our own—lacks in temerity, willingness to question, be questioned or to even look inside—our own; intentionally left in an unread message-dross folder of some google.  Ponder unhappiness or exercise your frown-smile-muscle.  Which lasts?

How to renew your friendship with one lengthy questioning sentence written, texted, or asked—by you:  I want to improve our relationship and need your most heart-felt advice on what I can do to become a better friend.  Listen, ask for more and listen some more.  Which is lasting.



Other articles on relationships:
Can You Canoe?

when in need of a tiny giggle


          This addendum is provided because a friend told me he didn't understand the antique mirror under Avril Poisson's Mailbox; he understood the other image-elements were either supporting-the-creepy, or were included to show that April Fool could be a person (or both) but asked, "what's up with that mirror next to the trash bin?"

          It was my hope that people would look closely and recognize—in the antique picture frame—a young Rick Astley with the faint words 'never gonna give you up' above his head as an attempt at a two dimensional Rick-roll (which, for those who weren't alive fifteen years ago, was a lame internet prank from the early 2000's).  Obviously, my attempt was less than successful.

          Most of my mailbox-series artworks are attempting to tell a unique story, in a creepy way, about a single day of the year, and for April Fool's Mailbox I hoped viewers (who did not already know) would research and learn that, in France, they celebrate April Fish day instead of April Fools.  An old prank played on Poisson d'Avril was taping a paper fish on people's backs in much-the-same-manner as US children once taped paper signs.  I hoped this knowledge would, then, help explain the paper fish in the trash bin, the one paper fish on the back of a large doll behind the nearly empty "prank stand" and the sign warning against no contact pranks.

          For those in need of a tiny giggle (and sticking with the theme) I provide this from the musician Mr Anthony Vincent:


         
humorous music-related posts:

Saint George's Mailbox


St George's Mailbox - 23 Apr (Feast of St George)


mailbox art series:
Santa Claus' Mailbox - 25 Dec (Christmas)
AULDLANGSYNE's Mailbox - 1 Jan (New Year's Day)
Sommerzeit's Mailbox - 8 Mar (Daylight Savings Time 2020 / 'Summertime' in German)
ÔSTARA's Mailbox - 19 Mar (Vernal Equinox / first day of Spring - northern hemisphere 2020)
Avril Poisson's Mailbox - 1 Apr (April Fools Day / April Fish in French)
May IV's Mailbox - 4 May (Star Wars Day) 
Serling's Mailbox - 11 May (Twilight Zone Day)


  image portions
by Jamie Wheeler and Gus Yamin

Whatz The Story Behind That?    1



          My neighbor gave me this amazingly thought provoking, rectangular, antique, rusted-metal gallon-sized can, which I currently display on my bookshelf.  It has no date, no brand, no location details (other than Vermont) and—besides the name and logo for the Vermont Maple Syrup Maker's Association—no other words besides these:

VERMONT
PURE
MAPLE SYRUP
Sealed in Accordance with Vermont Law
NATURAL  MAPLE  COLOR  and  FLAVOR
Nothing  Added  —  Nothing  Deducted

                              The maple syrup in this can was carefully
                              packed to retain the original flavor under
                              all ordinary storage conditions.
                              After seal is broken, and part of the con-
                              tents removed, refrigeration of the remainder
                              in the original can is recommended.
                              If a quantity left in a once opened can will
                              not be used for a month or more, this re-
                              mainder will be best preserved by repacking
                              in small jars and heating to a near-boiling
                              point in a water bath.
                              Mold found on stored syrup is harmless. Heat-
                              ing in a saucepan and skimming will restore
                              the syrup to a usable condition.

       
          I love the wording.

          Vermont.  The state, which has never had a building code to guide those constructing single-family residential structures towards a safety standard, allegedly* had a law governing how maple syrup should be sealed.  I don't know how long ago, but my best guess is this can is pre-1950s (there is a crudely drawn image of men pouring sap from maple trees into a large container on a sled, being drawn by a horse thru the forest).

          Today's "Refrigerate after opening" originated from within a 20-word sentence 70+ years ago.

          Today's "Best by" originated from the most convoluted 40-word sentence.  Which actually only advised not using the metal can more than a month, because the last paragraph states it never goes bad.  Not ever.

          The last paragraph is the piece de resistance.  It's statements like this which probably prompted the creation of the 1966 Labeling Act.

          *Allegedly because, to print false statements on containers was common practice a century ago.    
  • Select an item from your environment.
  • Provide a picture, sketch, or other form of visual presentation.
  • Tell its backstory (explain what it is, why you selected it, etcetera). 


    Osgood and Gore Schlatter


              Osgood Schlatter is a dove; not very attractive, as doves go, because of his damaged knees and the company he keeps—and kept—and, please understand, those reasons aren't the only's.  Just the top two.  Supposedly, Gore Schlatter is a type of dove; Ok, ok, more of a pigeon.  Mostly pigeon.

              There was a pun, bandied about when Osgood started-up with her, or she attached herself to him—whichever.  It went something like: who's dumb as a rock, been a pig for eons, and behaves like a gore?


              Admittedly, the pun landed better with those who knew her prior-name had been Gore Behavre (she escaped from Quebec) and were aware she, visually, could be of rock pigeon ancestry.  And—it certainly helps understand the pun better—to know that a gore is a chunk of land, which is on the outside of every local jurisdiction, created by a surveying error.

              Many consider it impossible to mate-love with a different species; morally, physically, practically—whichever.  Well, Osgood appears to actually mate-love Gore.  That's what is important, right?  He deserves to be happy.  Today.  None should hold the service-related crimes of his past against him.  But many do.  Which is puzzle-confusing.  Relatively speaking, he never committed any of the autocracies caused by his masters.

              Did his master commit crimes?  Well, of course they did or she did—unless one ascribes to the philosophy that she/they only behave as a goddess is/are required to behave.  Generally accepted logic (among every mammal who, annually, suffer the whims and dictates of Spring) is that if there is a Goddess of Spring Moral Code, those twisted bitches constantly violate it with impunity.  When Osgood was drummed into service as one of her/their translator-protectors, in the eyes of many, he became guilty by association.

              So.  Gore is Osgood's sole associate now.  (There is a pun somewhere around-near here, probably; it would only take a small flex to create it.)

              Gore never had parents.  Instead, she was genetically created.  In a Canadian laboratory.  And somehow escaped or was intentionally released—whichever.  One trait of the lab-born is they smell wrong; Gore smells like a member of the porcine species, which can cause problems.  It is very difficult to get comfortable when anything (with a working game-nose) is constantly being screamed at by their inner voice:  fly, dumb ass, fly! some predator-pig is too close, fly!  it is going to eat you! fly...
    ⟪ 🐖 ⊗ 🕊 ⟫

              "Oz. You awake?"  Gore asked in her rumble-cool-quiet tone which would not wake anyone who was even lightly napping.

              "I can be.  What's shakin' me favorite bacon?"  Osgood murmured from under his wing-pit, causing a few tiny white feathers to fluff with the pop of his breath.

              Gore liked that Oz wasn't put-off by her smell and the smile in the back of her voice caused her to pause longer-than-she-intended between words, so she could prevent herself from laughing.  "I was just.  Thinking.  Maybe.  We.  Go much further south to where it is already summer.  Avoid the vernal equinox.  Otherwise.  She will be here.  In a few weeks."

              "Appreciate you thinking about me."  He replied while slowly straightening his neck and beginning to flex his angrily swollen leg-joints. "But it seems a lot, too much, for the sake of avoiding them.  You know they can't make me do anything anymore.  Right?"

              Gore swiveled her neck.  The iridescent sheen of her grey ruff shone silver-green-to-pink in the early morning sunlight.  She preened along the apex of Osgood's neck, where he always got a nasty kink and said, "Honestly, I'm more concerned about myself.  I've never been outside of a cage when she arrives.  Never been influenced by her designs or affected by those who were influenced by her.  What if she makes me do things I can't control?"

              Osgood sighed and replied, "Please Gory, we need to communicate clearly when talking about Ostara.  You and I do, that is.  Others may refer to the Triple-Goddess of Spring using the singular pronoun, but I see and hear all three.  When you use she, I think you are referring to the central mother-figure."

              "You've not wanted to discuss this with me before.  I have questions.  But, don't want to raise feathers.  Is now a good time for blunt?" Gore asked, still preening Osgood's angry-swollen knees and legs.

              "Yes.  Now is a good time."  Osgood said.

              Gore bobbed her head up and looked him in the eye.  She wanted her silence to give him an opportunity to change his mind or to indicate pessimism or show he was being untruthful about it being the right time.  Body language was more honest than word-language.  Always.  "Ok. Tell me."  She said, "I've heard others talk metaphorically about Spring.  I've heard you vaguely mention the Triple-Goddess.  That you worked for..."  Gore allowed the sentence to drawl-out in a questioning-to-quieting way, while shrugging her wing and shoulder to indicate she didn't know how to end the sentence correctly.

              "I was forced to work for them an endless season.  Years ago.  The choice was serve or die.  I chose to serve.  After summer arrived and they departed, I tried to kill myself.  Many of the slaves of spring die of exhaustion or will themselves to death, I gave myself to be eaten by a human.  Only the human wanted...  I don't know what.  It kept me in a cage with a horrible idiot-dove.  I think of her as my penance-torturer.  She would not shut the fuck up.  Bitched and moaned—dawn to dusk—for almost two years and then the human let us go.  Maybe Ostara caused the human to release me; release us.  Not everything they do results in evil, even though that seems to be their intent.  That was a month before you found me in that culvert."

              "Explain what they look like to you, Oz.  I've listened to others say they've seen a single goddess.  Still others say they have never seen a physical entity, only environmental effects."  As Gore said this, she nuzzled her chin along the back of Osgood's neck.

              Ozgood appreciated her directness and replied with a directness of his own, "I was selected because I understood their language and could translate their commands.  From Vernal Equinox until Summer Solstice, for every year of my adulthood, I have seen the Triple-Goddess as they are and not as they wish to be seen.  Or unseen, as the case may be.

              They appear to me as three human women.  The young one, referred to as The Maiden, is named Patience; she is playful, naïve, foolish, and more-than-a-little careless.  Fortitude, known as The Mother, is noticeably heavy with child, commanding in a not-to-be-trifled-with way, and is always emotionally-somewhere between low-simmer and high-boil angry.  And the elderly woman, some refer to as The Crone, goes by the name Resignation; she routinely attempts to temper, cajole, and encourage acceptance of what they do as if it were inevitable.  They have the power.  The most fantastic power.  I... I'm sorry."  Osgood's voice grew quiet.  Then he slowly turned his pink-white beak towards the side of Gore's grey beak, until they touched, and said in a whisper, "They can question anything, everything, into and out of existence."

              Gore waited to see if Osgood would continue.  She was certain he did not intend her to think he was speaking metaphorically, but she also knew things which looked like magic were, actually, explainable by human technology or microbiology or science.  And carefully worded her next question to determine if there was a logical explanation.  "Which one caused the most harm?"  She asked, not pausing between words nor emphasizing any of them.  Gore wanted to learn where Ozgood's mind was focused; if he answered with a name—then he'd interpreted her question as if she'd asked: which one caused...' and if he described an event—then his mind had heard: ...the most harm?

              "What you really want to know, Gore-me-love, but are treating me as if I'm fragile-minded—which I greatly admire, as well—is if I was a co-conspirator in a ninety-day, pan-species, mass-genocide or if I was merely tricked into tagging along with an entity who possesses a limited superpower of a..."  As Osgood spoke in his normal, somber, quiet manner, he now slightly raised his right-most claw and curled his inside talon.

              Then said, matter-of-factly, "...shape-shitting ability: either one human, three humans, or invisible..."  As he said one, three, and invisible, he nodded his head for emphasis, then curled his middle talon.

              And continued with a quizzical tone, "...a second superpower which involves a limited ability to see a short time—no more than a few days—into the entire planet's future..." then, curling the last talon on that claw.

              He finished with a increased weight to his words, "...and this entity must, then, constantly pretend to initiate the infinite rape, death, plagues, floods, droughts, and misery, which are merely the result of thermodynamics, entropy, electromagnetism, chaos and hormones.  For over two thousand straight hours.  every.  single.  year.

              "If that is what happened and happens?  Then I did not participate.  I was just one of many victim-witnesses who's real purpose was/is to tell others of the mighty Ostara.  Spreeaad the word."  Osgood breathed a somber exhale looking down at the branch in a contemplative way and then turned his neck to look close-directly: his left eye into Gore's right.

              He said matter-of-factly, "Only.  I never saw behind the curtain, so—from my perspective—it all seemed to be literally caused by them.  With my assistance."  

              "Shape shitting?"  Gore whispered, trying to add a bit of humor into the conversation.

              "What?" Osgood asked, with confused uncertainty.

              "Did you say shape shitting, as in, "the entity had such great anal sphincter power it could crank out a square sh..."

              "Rectangle.  From a rectangle shaped..."  He giggle breathed, loving her more for her attention to his verbal faux-pas and willingness to not get too dragged down by it all.

              "...Rectum."  they both said at the same time and cackled with full-on laughter.             

    still more talking-animal stories:
    Squirrels: trichotillomania or alopecia or scabies (oh-my) 
    Space feline: Jorge with a cat - Part 1
    Space feline: Part 2: Jorge with a Cat
             

    Covid Kōan


      

               H. R.   Hufflepuff
               P is for plague playing card
               Fairytales R guff

               From: Fee Fye Foe Fum
               C is for Chinny chin chin
               Teeth U have granmum

               Ring-a-round rosy
               Market piggy is called pork
               Comfort able cozy





    continue considering paradoxical compositions:

    The Lazy Witch Coffin Windows of Vermont



              Driving thru the wonderful Vermont countryside, one will invariably see the occasional house with a full-sized window shoehorned at an incongruous angle near the roof-line.  Ask a local why and here are a few explanations they may provide (yarns they may spin):
    • Lazy windows are referred to, as such, because they appear to no longer "stand up straight" but instead have "tipped over on their sides" - or - because the homeowner was too lazy to hire a contractor to build a series of smaller bespoke windows. 
    • Witch windows are referred to, as such, because they were purposefully built at an angle, in the attic of homes, since witches are unable to fly their brooms thru an open angled window without bumping their head.
    • Coffin windows are referred to, as such, because they are the "size of a coffin" - or - because the steep stairway to the attic should rightfully be called a ladder and if someone died up there it would be impossible to get a coffin up or down the ladderway - or - because they were built as fire escapes and people climbing out of them would probably be coughin.  (I just made this one up.  If you use this to play six truths and a lie, this is the lie and all the others are real Vermont lore.)
    • Vermont windows are referred to, as such, because they are almost exclusively found in the state of Vermont (with a tiny bleed-over into similarly-challenged homeowners in neighboring states).
              What do I mean challenged?
              Well, of course, I mean homeowners challenged by a window which prefers its own comfort over its duty; or who are fiscally challenged; or challenged by: low-flying witches, a lack of body-bags, or a complete and total lack of fuckin aesthetics (pick one).

             With a bit of research, I surmise the truth is somewhere in the neighborhood of:
    • Prior to 1972, the Vermont Fire Code was not adapted to the US-standard.
    • Back then, a homeowner who wanted to remodel their unfinished attic space into habitable living space was required to install "sufficient means of emergency egress."
    • The cheapest (when considering the need to retain interior-heat in the winter) and easiest way to accomplish this: install a double-pane sliding storm window over a standard double-pane interior window above, or near, an outside roof.
    • Expensive options:  build dormers; raise half of the roof and install a wall with windows; add an entire new second floor, add an exterior fire escape.
              But—why are Vermont Windows limited to this state?

              Most states have residential building codes for one and two-family dwellings.  Vermont does not (fire, electric, and plumbing codes only - no building codes).  Cutting thru several load-bearing studs in an exterior wall, to install a large cattywampus window would be anathema to anyone with an eye for design-aesthetics, as well as for every experienced construction engineer.  Normal structural settling will prevent these windows from opening a few years after installation.  Consequently, use of a Vermont window—to escape from a lazy witch (or a fire) and not end up in a coffin—will require smashing out the glass.

    Make a Version (Squat Over This Fire) - Day 1 - My Fav Song


              This is importantDo Not Let News-Company-Fear-Porn Infect You to the extent that you begin to dream about the escalating numbers, the calamity, the CCP virus, and the briefings (unless you are so-very-curious about how self-induced depression or a mental breakdown might feel going-in).

              Knowing we are instinctively wired to slow down and gawk at the horrible traffic accident surrounded by emergency vehicles—while also being aware that every other motorist on this jam-packed roadway is also no longer looking where they are driving—requires you to exert control over your impulse.  Force your attention exclusively on the car in front of you.  No matter how loud the sirens.  No matter how frantic the firemen and paramedics.  No matter how bright the lights.

              This is a great time to do a version of this (again).  I re-post this thirty-day challenge of a video-a-day for you to either be entertained by (or to participate in).  Nine years ago, I did this challenge (archives for March and for April) with days 1 thru 8 in March of that year, and days 9 thru 30 in April.  Some of the videos have been eaten by google.  If you want to make your own list or just read them all-in-one-go, here is the master:  MySoLiMo - My Song List Month

    Day 1 topic:  My Favorite Song

    Like a Version*:  Squatting over someone else's fire
              There are some high-quality writers I eagerly look forward to reading.  Andrew Vachss, Dean Koontz (some things have changed) and Malcolm Gladwell are three one (off the tip of my temporal cortex) who've sufficiently proven themselves that I spring for their hardback.

              There are other writers who I feel the same way about.  Ginny is one.  Because she posts infrequently, I normally check monthly for new articles on her site, Praying to Darwin.  Today, I discovered she just lit a self-inflicted fire under her own ass.  The intent of Ginny's post a video-a-day for a month self-challenge, in her own words:  Who knows what kind of stuff that’ll make me write about?

              If I'd not checked on Praying to Darwin until after April Fools Day—and she was already a couple posts into this challenge (I say this because I can't completely avoid commenting on the funny flying pink elephant in the corner)—I wouldn't think about joining hands in solidarity or in emulation or in an icky meme-like fashion.  But.  This is her day one.  That's a sign.  A SIGN, I SAY.  So.  I'm in.

              I enjoy spurring myself towards discovery, research, and the crystallization of ideas (both new-to-me and new).  This was why I compiled Like a Version: My Alpha-vile Autopsy.  Creating the pics and mining for just the right words in order to identify an alphabet of things I dislike was an extremely self-informative challenge.

              Back to Ginny's Day 1 topic:  My Favorite Song.  Her's is Everlong by the Foo Fighters.  I hadn't seen the video in a decade and didn't remember it.  It contains overlapping dream sequences.

              I have an aversion to dream sequences.  It's not strong enough to call dislike, but I recognize my avoidance urge.  I'm bothered by them (which my little sister once called dream sequins and then got mad when I wouldn't tell her what I was laughing about) because when a story uses a dream to explain what a character is thinking I can't stay in the story.  Flashback's are fine; story within a story—also fine; jumps in time, yup, still fine...but when a character says, "I had this dream..."  Nope.  As I read (or watch) my mind keeps reminding: this is just a dream.

              I feel the same avoidance urge when reading fiction and the main character is a writer; or watching a TV show, play, or film about an actor; or listening to a song about music; or when the poem is about poetry; or the artwork is about the medium; or the joke is about being funny.

              There are exceptions, but most creative people don't have what it takes to craft a convincingly successful multiple reflection in a mirror.  Or a dream.

              Following in the shadow of Ginny's footprints—my favorite song...anchoring me in time.  The instrumentals of Starship Trooper by Yes are as important (if not more) than the lyrics. 

    ...take what I say in a different way and it's easy to see that this is all confusion...

       *  I'm always surprised when other people are "late to the pun" (because I am the KING of Never-get-it Land).  The title, in case you are also a resident of this land, is a pun on Madonna's song Like a Virgin with a wink and nudge because this is my version of someone else's list.  get it? get it? Huh? 

    Day 2 - A Song You Fucking Hate 

    Avril Poisson's Mailbox


    Avril Poisson's Mailbox  -  1 Apr (April Fools Day / 'April Fish Day' in France)

              Some details about this composite-collage artwork can be found at:  when in need of a tiny giggle.

    more date-specific mailbox art:
    Santa Claus' Mailbox - 25 Dec (Christmas)
    AULDLANGSYNE's Mailbox - 1 Jan (New Year's Day)
    Sommerzeit's Mailbox - 8 Mar (Daylight Savings Time 2020 / 'Summertime' in Germany)
    ÔSTARA's Mailbox - 19 Mar (Vernal Equinox / first day of Spring - northern hemisphere 2020)
    St George's Mailbox - 23 Apr (Feast of Saint George)
    May IV's Mailbox - 4 May (Star Wars Day)
    Serling's Mailbox - 11 May (Twilight Zone Day)

      image excerpt
    by Jamie Wheeler

    Pathogens in Sociopaths


              From the 1970s until his death (36 years ago today, of AIDS-related organ failure) Gaëtan Dugas spread the HIV virus to thousands of people.  Dugas' behavior was never in question—he claimed 2,500+ sexual partners during his years as a flight attendant.  What is debated: was Dugas a sociopath, intentionally infecting with the conscience of a serial killer?

              Consider the last paragraph a springboard to a personal perspective:

              In 1988, the US Army Criminal Investigations office where I worked, in Seoul, South Korea, began an attempted murder investigation.

              "Corporal Sid" was diagnosed with HIV (referred to as "the AIDS virus" back-then) and, subsequently, was informed by medical professionals—and his commanding officer—that he was to never have any sexual contact without a condom and was always required to inform every sexual partner he was HIV positive (even with a condom).

              Sid bragged to a buddy about 'killing whores with his dick' - his buddy told us - we interviewed Sid - and he readily admitted to having unprotected intercourse with several prostitutes.  He was charged with: Disobeying a Direct Order; Aggravated Assault; Reckless Endangerment; and Attempted Murder.

              Our contact-trace investigation was of limited effect.  Although we were successful in locating and interviewing every woman Sid claimed to have had sexual contact with (three tested positive for HIV) we were unable to identify most of the men with whom those women subsequently had sexual contact with (Note: in the late-1980s the period between contamination and first symptom averaged 9-12 months.)

              When asked why, Sid said, '...I'm gonna die because got the-AIDs from some whore.  So why not try to take-out as many as I can?...'

              When asked what he thought about the men who he was passing the virus to, Sid said. '...I never had sex with any dudes!...'

              When re-asked (after explaining what we thought was obvious to everyone), Sid said, '...guess you're right about that, but fuck-em.  Teach those dumb asses not to wear a condom. ...  I really don't care.  I am going to be dead in a year or so.  Guess I'z just doin my part to thin the herd a bit...'

              Coronavirus parties, Rudy Gobert-Bourgarel, Spring breakers, mega-church evangelists, and other people who behave recklessly, may only be (most are) clueless idiots.  But there are infected people who are sociopaths and there are also those who are hyper-focused psychopaths—who may be smart enough not to tell anyone what they are doing.

              Stay home.  Wash your hands—constantly.  Wear a face mask or scarf over your nose and mouth when you go to the grocery store, walk/jog outdoors to stay fit or go to your mission critical job.  I specifically want to thank all who are risking their life to perform society's critical hands-on jobs in:  health care, security, transportation, administration, logistics and supply (which, currently, includes my wife).

    image excerpt by Mary Hurlbut    

    Science Housekeeping

    Part II of:  Understanding Faith and Belief  - and When You Ponder Why You're Who You Are, What Happens?

              In my 2011 essay Understanding Faith and Belief, I drew a literary corollary between my lack of understanding of the mathematics, physics, and scientific theory (as outlined by Michio Kaku as he explained the Theory of Everything) and those who claim to believe in a creator and possesses religious faith.  I did this by referring to Professor Kaku as "the priest" and the lecture I was watching as in "my church".

              As soon as I posted, nine years ago, I received this anonymous comment: 
         Mr Expert,
         Are you going to have a follow up post or article about this anytime soon? :)

              To which, I replied:
         Mr Snide,
         Nope.

              Well, Mr Snide, although this would not be considered anytime soon (by anyone's standard) it is a follow-up article.  Also, it can be considered a follow-up to When You Ponder Why You're Who You Are, What Happens?

              Recent scientific research has identified:  Dark Energy may have never needed to exist; the entire universe may not be flat; and there is a possible explanation (which fits with our known physics) as to what Dark Matter might be made of.

              Dark Energy was surmised to need to exist because (in the 1970s) a group of astrophysicists measured the speed at which distant galaxies were moving away from our galaxy.  They expected galaxies would be moving away at the constant speed of space expansion.  Instead, they claimed to discover, reported, and received Nobel Prizes for identifying: the further away a galaxy was, the faster it was moving away.  Because this could not be explained, they used the term Dark Energy as a placeholder to describe this as-yet-unknown force which they claimed was 'speeding-up' distant galaxies.

              The measurements and math of these 1970s-astrophysicists was recently re-examined.  Instead of just examining 130-or-so galaxies from a small segment of the sky (like was done in the 1970s) the new team of astrophysicists measured thousands of galaxies from the entire sky.  As a result: they failed to identify a consistent speeding up of all distant galaxies.  Which will hopefully be re-checked by more scientists (hopefully, before they're all awarded Nobel Prizes) but this means that Dark Energy is and was an un-needed placeholder and is no longer a thing. 

              Flat or curved:  Until now, space was observed to be flat, which was a term to describe the lack of curvature (not that it was flat like a two-dimensional surface, but that it was not concave or convex).

              Which, I realize, is not any kind of explanation.  Sorry, I barely understand this shit myself.  Best I can do is say it this way:  because everything in the observable universe is moving, it is almost impossible to "see" if the entirety of space itself has a shape—it was postulated that radiation traveled in a straight line, and the "fabric of space" was, therefore, flat.  But, recently, it was measured that at immensely vast distances (hundreds of thousands of light years or more) a slight curvature was possibly identified.

              I think this may have been measured in radio or x-ray wavelengths, not in light-waves.  And, I have no idea what they used as a reference point to "see" the curvature.  This - also - needs to be re-checked.  However, if these measurements are confirmed by other scientists, it seems the entire universe is convex or concave.  Which means it might-could double back on itself and be a sphere (huge question mark).

              Dark Matter may be a fifth state of matter.  Solid, Gas, Liquid, Plasma, and now maybe a form of ultra-hot or ultra-cold type of quantum-gas where the quantum particles (which normally make up molecules at all other temperatures) flow apart from their ability to form molecules and, instead, flow into themselves and form a totally new state of matter.  A gas which has mass and which, accordingly, has a gravity component.  The mathematics allegedly works.

    Before Driving Your Smart Car to Vermont


    Thinking about driving your smart car to Vermont (or moving to Vermont with a Smart Fortwo)?

    • Premium gasoline is available everywhere.  Ethanol-free premium is more prevalent than in many other states, with the number of stations selling ethanol free in the state coincidentally similar to the number of covered bridges in the state.  (Pure-Gas.org/Vermont) (Vermont Covered Bridge Club)
    • For driving on plowed roads, in snow and ice, switch between winter snow tires (non-studded) and all-season tires, mid-November and mid-May.  Snow tires can be ordered/installed at several major retail tire shops.  (Vermont Tire and Service)
    • Due to smart's low undercarriage clearance, it is recommended not driving when snow falls, or is expected to fall, faster than ½ inch (1.25cm) an hour for more than five consecutive hours.
    • After major blizzards subside (Vermont averages 4 or 5 significant snow storms a year) all business parking lots are professionally plowed within hours.  And, the Vermont Agency of Transportation is exceptionally proficient at plowing all major and most minor roadways inside of 12 hours (the only roads not plowed, or plowed last, are dirt and gravel, Class 4 roads). (VTrans Winter Weather Central)
    • Significant potholes, irregular pavement, and semi-repaired asphalt is the rule in almost every city and on portions of almost every secondary road or two-lane highway.  Interstate highways and many "high-traffic secondary roads" have recently been/are currently being/will soon be repaved.  Drive your stiff-suspension-smart with care.
    • Parking is rarely free.  Even in small non-tourist towns meters are prevalent and their hours are extensive.  In winter months, parking bans can prohibit parking on select or all city streets.  In large cities and select towns parking in residential neighborhoods can require a resident parking pass.  (Burlington Parking App)
    • Because of tourism, Vermont charging stations are becoming more prevalent.  (Public Charging Map - Vermont)
    A dangerously-unsafe habit of Vermont drivers, on four-lane highways:
    • Vermont drivers over-adhere to one never-enforced-unless-in-an-accident "law":  left lane is for passing; right lane is for travel.
    • As in almost every state, when traveling on four-lane highways, motorists are required to indicate their intent to change lanes with their turning signal.
    • Following too closely or "crowding" is as prohibited in Vermont as it is in the "down states," however, it is never enforced and never obeyed. 
    • Routinely, Vermonters will indicate their intent to pass with their turn signal, pass in the correct manner, and then—as soon as their rear bumper passes your front bumper—immediately cut in front of your car.  All Vermonters are incapable of gradually merging back across the center line and over into the right lane of travel after they are a few hundred safe feet ahead of your car (in a slow manner).
    • The most extreme example witnessed:  Driving the speed limit on an empty four-lane highway at night (no other headlights in sight); a car with Vermont plates caught up (they were going about 15 mph over the speed limit), tailgated for a few miles, so-close their headlights were hidden (less than 20 feet away) then they indicated with their signal, passed, and cut so close in front that their bumper was not visible (less than 6 feet).  [If it weren't so prevalent, I would have thought the driver was acting with malice and I would have called 911.]
    • At least 25% of Vermont drivers seem to be unaware they are dangerous drivers. 
    • When "turning-in" after passing (which is the crux of the issue: learn to merge and stop veering) many Vermonters will over-correct, cross the right white line with their tires and/or hit the rumble strip and throw up dust and sand.      



    extra essays encapsulating unique Vermont insights:
    The Lazy Witch Coffin Windows of Vermont