Force Is Machine
In the name of inspiration, I’ve recently watched just about every episode of Band of Brothers again and discovered, first, that it’s not at all in the spirit of what I’m working on and, second, that I have been watching it instead of working. Of course.
Anyway: Man, is that a densely packed television program. Every time I find something new to hear, something new to gawk at in the production, and something else to love about that stellar cast. First time through it’s almost impossible to tell the guys apart. As a result, it all gets much better on subsequent viewings. Recommended.
Meanwhile, I constructed a Livejournal account recently so I can cavil in other people’s comments sections with a little picture next to my name. Also, so I won’t continue to be anonymous. Feel free to go over there if you want a link that leads back to here.
This weekend it’s back into Chicagoland for Marty’s annual St. Patrick’s Day party. Besides being a bold test of the human body’s limit on liquid volume, it’s also a treat to visit the city on St. Pat’s, when every bar stool and street corner is occupied by jolly blokes drunk since dawn. Everywhere you look (on mailboxes, on the L, on shelves at the video store) there’s a plastic cup or a glass mug with a dash of foam and a skosh of cheap beer at the bottom. For Sara and I, this trip also has us auditioning a couple of places for nuptials, visiting the swank Japanese paper and art supply shop Aiko’s, and crossing the street to browse the city’s titular and greatest comic shop, Chicago Comics. All this, mind you, just on Saturday, sandwiched ‘twixt two days of driving. I do love Chicago.
Coming soon, the meaningful stuff I promise to be forthcoming but never is.
Noise: Nitzer Ebb, “Join in the Chant”