OK- so it's a brand new year and the Christmas tree is still up at my house. I know- but I'll take it down this weekend... it's shedding needles but still so Wow! My favorite thing is the way lights and ornaments blur and reflect on shiny surfaces. I love the play of color on random objects and so, I will drain the last drops of the festive assertion, the over-the-topness provided by this faux-transplanted tree, my pretend candy forest miracle-of-nature.
Don't you wish trees really looked like this? Lights twinkle and wink unexpectedly ... everywhere you turn, really.
I'll miss Christmas and do already.
As with every year that just-passed season feels like the dress rehearsal--
NOW I'm ready to have Christmas. This year was even more busy and fragmented and blurry-fast than usual, wasn't it?. I had my head down, focused on tasks and now it's over! Can I resolve to keep my elvish activities going this year so that next year I am ready? Only, many million-degree days will intervene between now and the next fast Fall, the waiting Winter. Hard to cheerfully fabricate north European folk traditions in 100% humidity...
Right now my resolve is strong because this FREEZING! weather is conducive to thoughts of sparkling ice and delicate traceries of frost and Alpine landscapes and hot chocolate imbibed while wearing brightly defiant woolies! Here's to 2010! May Christmas live all the year.
Pedantica said,
the conversation continues: Post # 89
RW said,
Would I care if I had disabled kids and someone on TV or radio referred to them as mongols/flids/spaccers, etc etc? Yes – I would view the speaker of those words with the contempt they deserve just as I do any racist using derogatory terms – the same contempt if they were to do it in front of me.
The funniest thing about the Four Weddings opening scene was how contrived it was: “Gee Honey – look at that limey saying fuck in his funny accent”. On the other hand the implied violence of Hannibal’s statement is lost when dubbed over (badly). Personally I am more uncomfortable with the subject matter of Silence of the Lambs pre watershed than I am the language it uses.
The best send up of badly overdubbed swearing has to be Harry Enfield:
“And now on BBC 2, Martin Scorcese’s Badfellas, which has been specially ruined for television”
“Did you fun my wife ?”
“No I didn’t fun your wife”
“Fun you, you muddy funster”
“Suck my cake, you cake-sucker”
“Suck my lozenge”
And if cunt is the new fuck, what will replace cunt?