July 31, 2008
The Steampunk folder on my desk is filling up fast, and it’s time to lance the boil. We begin with what I consider the ur-Steampunk film, David Lynch’s original cut of Dune. Evidence: the Spice Guild 3rd Stage Navigator – was it Pauline Kael who first nailed this as a flying talking vagina? – and [...]
July 5, 2008
I have four razors and a dictaphone. Andrey Tarkovsky, Diaries, 1979. (via Alex Ross: The Rest Is Noise) One night last week when it was too hot to eat I went to see Wanted. Although there is nothing to see in the theatres these days, and my home-viewing experience is now technically as good as [...]
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I never shall forget the indulgence with which he treated Hodge, his cat: for whom he himself used to go out and buy oysters, lest the servants having that trouble should take a dislike to the poor creature. . . . I recollect [Hodge] one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast, apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend smiling and half-whistling, rubbed down his back, and pulled him by the tail; and when I observed he was a fine cat, saying 'why yes, Sir, but I have had cats whom I liked better than this;' and then as if perceiving Hodge to be out of countenance, adding, 'but he is a very fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.'