MOTD

"We injure some people in the course of our lives, and we get injured by others. And we settle accounts along the way. We make it up to some and require others to compensate us. In that way we close the books."
Before I left for Ireland I finished both Oe's Rouse Up O Youg Men... and Nip the Buds, Shoot the Kids. I liked the former and was interested in his devotion to the writings of Blake. When studying for my Masters in London I attended a lecture on reperfusion injury by Professor David Blake who turned out to be one of William Blake's direct descendents. Prof Blake at one point illustrated his talk with a slide of Blake's Nebuchadnezzar with the excuse that he thought the figure looked as if it was suffering from rheumatism. He also took the opportunity to say that his ancestor was "a religious bigot". I wonder what led to that opinion. The illustration was well known to me as it is featured on the cover of Atomic Rooster's 1970 album, Death Walks Behind You. I didn't like the other Oe book as it seemed too artificial to combine the themes of Camus' Plague and Golding's Lord of the Flies. It could also win an award for excess use of the word "anus".

I took Sputnik Sweetheart on my trip and finished it again in short order. Tonight's bedtime reading is a manuscript from my boss at UCSF, and yes, you crackmonkeys out there, it does feature yeast again, just like my previous efforts. This time I don't get to interrupt the workflow for TNICNAZ.

Listening pleasure has been a slew of Beatles albums. I just felt the urge.

For fillums I watched Kill Bill 2 which was truly truly crap. Then I watched Kurosawa's Rhapsody in August and my faith in the medium of film was restored. On the flight east I was drawn to Anchorman in the same way that crowds are drawn to disasters. It also helped me to sleep a little. On the way back the choices were Harry Potter, Chicken Run and I, Robot. I watched Chicken Run before I, Robot and clearly had the ranking correct. Chickens are automatically funny.