In defense of savagery (or, the year in review)

Herzog. I realize I haven't talked about the novel yet, not having formed words or opinions into full thought, and I won't do that here. What I will say is that all the revile, pissery, joy, exhaustion related to Bellow's masterwork is justly earned. It's also a grand example of a constructed from the solitary perch of anger and partial savagery vacillating to sweet. In other words, art.

Jingles and Ho-Ho-Hos

Movie notes from the weekend, which otherwise involved Christmas Eve-rolled to morning drinks and a compliment on my teeth. Amid a showdown between a bartender and a patron over who could be the most charming (the answer: both and neither).

The movie reviews, in haiku form:

I am happy to report

The records of impending demise as a result of severe neurosis were highly...suspect.

In honor:

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While I'm not campaigning to be the world's greatest eccentric -- heaven forbid with the likes of Daniel Johnston and Michelle Bachmann milling about, I'd have about as much credence in that role as a two-legged pachyderm.

But! But I do have at least one quirk I'm happy to divulge and take the infamy/log into the running for contemporary log lady supreme.

Not cannibalism, just self-indulgence

So I broke out the camera for the last few days, mainly looking to mess with what I already have on file. The first result:

The single greatest story I've read these holidays

At the link. http://www.slate.com/id/2278240/. As if a Christmas-Eve trek through Target wasn't enough to remind one of the general savagery of the human species. I'll have more to talk about with this later on, but...Bon appetit.

(as an aside, is all this holiday/Christmas shit over yet?)

Photo time

So I'm trying something different right now. As some of you may know, I've had a very passing love/hate thing with photography, something I came to outside of college when thinking about doing film school.

The long story short: I missed the darkroom, and when digital came around, I lost a lot of my love for the general art. But I still flirt with the damned thing.

In light of that, I'm going to try to post some more photos here and there, hoping to get some up and at least checked out. Or at least, rekindle that affair.

Crown Heights

The first try. The attempt here was from a few shots around the hood, and the damned day was a bit more overcast than should be permitted. Enjoy them, if they work for you.