Hergest Ridge

The renovation workers in our building started with the saw at 7:30 this morning. They’ve been here nearly everyday over the last month, and my nerves are shot. At least I’ve a clock to match the month-long construction atmosphere.

Few people manage to defy logic as often and as spectacular as Limbaugh does.

… I learned early on that most debates on this question are vapid or worse, since what we are discussing is not a form of sex, or not only a form of sex, but a form of love. As such, it must command respect.
– Christopher Hitchens

Moonrise Kingdom – want to see.
Soundtrack sounds promising too… :)

After about a week of looking, thinking and searching, I’m coming to the conclusion that there is no Polish word for evil.

Ronald Regan is known to have said that there is no Russian word for freedom, which suited his agenda well. There is, however, the word svoboda (свобода.)

Russian Perogy are called Polish Perogy in Russia.

The Polish word for a German is Niemiec, which is believed to originate with the Polish word niemy which can be translated to mute, or, in some cases as dumb – a lousy start to relation building. Jetzt wir alle sind Freunde. :)

Right now I am procrastinating. There is no polish word for that.
The title of the post is a PJ Harvey song.

Mia: Don’t you hate that?
Vincent: Hate what?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don’t know. That’s a good question.
Mia: That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute – comfortably share silence.

– Pulp Fiction

In an old Twitter conversation I found a recommendation for the 1961 horror movie The Innocents. Few keystrokes later, I’m watching it online in HD. The Internet is grand. (As to the movie, that we shall see. But the title does come from one quite respectable lady.)

Good night world.

Claire: There may be life somewhere else
Justine: But there isn’t.”

While the pace of the film felt at times sluggish, I got into it in the second part. I think the characters needed more background – for the first half I wasn’t personally interested in them.

One thing I found to be life-like is how Justine, Claire and John betrayed their own personal characters in the end, and accepted their fate in ways so different than one might have expected them to.

The swan song of Melancholia nearing had a strangely calming effect, perhaps akin to the Titanic orchestra that played well into the end 100 years ago today. The Atlantic ocean took back from humanity that which humanity vainly harvested deep from under its skin torn and ripped greedily. Melancholia took everything else, leaving no one to lament or bemoan its fate.

Justine: The earth is evil. We don’t need to grieve for it.
Claire: What?
Justine: Nobody will miss it.

Promotion for the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra by photographer Bjoern Ewers, with more here.