I took a look at my bookshelf today. It’s really full. I’ve mostly read all those books on the bottom shelf, and all the books BEHIND the books. I’ve read those too. Mostly. Some of the top shelf I have read too, like Barbara Kingsolver, and “Teach Your Own”, and “All Art is Propaganda”. I read that on the beach last year. Orwell and the beach definitely mix well together, although I’m not sure how. But that middle shelf! It’s mostly unread. Time to get crackin.
I know some folks make a habit of reading at least one chapter a day. If I get really into a book, I have to say to myself “ONLY one chapter a day”, do you feel me? Otherwise I feel like a sloth of some sort, while I sit around compulsively reading. But let’s be honest, that’s the best kind of reading there is. The last book I compulsively read was “The Mare” by Mary Gaitskill, and just before that it was “The Bone People” by Keri Hulme. That last one was especially compulsive (my synonym for “excellent”).
Lately I’ve been involved in my college copy of “Bystander: Street Photography”. It’s fun to finally crack it open to read it, rather than just to look at the images, and skim some of the info. I’ve rekindled my love for Cartier-Bresson, and Kertesz. I am also in the middle of Anne Dillard’s “American Childhood”, and I’ve been looking to start either “Let Us Now Praise Famous Men”, or Barthes.
But what I really want is a juicy novel, because there’s nothing like losing yourself in good fiction. The ultimate escape-adventure.
Homemade (vegan) Key Lime Pie Ice Cream!
Jack in the grass!
Homemade (vegan) Cherry Chocolate Chunk Ice Cream!
P I E S !
Street Photography and Barthes…
Homemade pizza & crust (not vegan) = VERY YUM
Monday, September 26th, 2016- Protesting in uptown Charlotte
We went to the Charlotte City Council meeting but didn’t stay too long. Heading over to Little Rock AME Zion Church on 7th, we started the march from there, with members of NAACP leading the way. We marched for a few blocks until the policemen started blocking the road. My friend and I peeled off then as we were not prepared to be arrested.
It’s past my bedtime, but I’m still awake. Both kids are in bed, and… asleep. I have a baby who is still waking up several times at night, and I’ve been good. I’ve been so good these past 6 months, of going to bed when he goes to bed. Or at least, shortly after he goes to bed. Lately though, I have been staying awake later.
I’ve been doing things like reading. Talking to my husband. Writing. And yes, Facebook-ing. You see, daytimes are fully scheduled events, fully busy, and fully full of kids. I have 2 babysitting charges that come each day, plus my daughter, and then the baby. I’m staying up later at night because I want to feel like an autonomous adult again, if just for a short time. I want to have a few moments TO MYSELF.
If you have kids, then I am preaching to the choir. You know exactly what I am talking about. I am sure you do it too, and stay up too late after the kids are asleep, and just to feel normal again, somehow. It’s funny how that works. Or is it?
Ross and I had a moment to talk together last night without a five year old loudly interrupting. It was past my bedtime, but it felt so good to be talking to him without children running about or needing anything, so I stayed up. He was looking at some random link about David Bowie’s art collection. He wasn’t too impressed, and mentioned something about a bunch of “modern” stuff. I then made the necessary joke asking “anything titled, ‘Modern Love?'” and he sort of laughed and said “No”. Next thing I know, he’s pulling up this old clip:
Does it remind you of this?
Is this “Frances Ha” montage a reference or a homage to Carax? A lazy attempt at a homage? A rip-off? Appropriation?
We discussed these things. I do love watching the “Mauvais Sang” montage a lot more than the short “Frances Ha” one. Denis Lavant is alluring and weird, and so wild. And he’s really doing all that running and cavorting; there’s only one cut in there. That’s about how deep my film analysis goes. Ross had more interesting thoughts on the matter.