Blog ideas

I'm going to somewhat activate this blog. I'll write about whatever tickles my fancy until I find something that clicks with a non-bot audience. I'll try to make a point of it once a week over the summer. Then we'll tote up the ad revenue. Or anything else that tickles my fancy.

Things I might write about:
•Foreign movies that are better than anything on screen right now
•Tasty things
•My kids
•Stupid things in fashion and driving
•Lots of text, lots of it
•Maybe some cat videos, like this one—oh yes, cats with lightsabers

 You like this sort of stuff, right?

Anyway. Here are some things I won't be doing:

•Talking about my love of politics, because I have none

•Cooking my way through an obscure cookbook, though I'll take movie options

•Talking about grad school since I already to that over here.

Breakfast of Champions

…is a Vonnegut book.

A Scanner Darkly has been my breakfast of champions lately, because it is what I’ve been reading at breakfast. What a strange book.

See more progress on: read all of Philip K Dick's novels

Not at the party

I went to my brother’s birthday party, and a good time was had by all. On the way home, as the kids were snoozing in the back, I felt like I was on the verge of crying and couldn’t figure out why. I then realized that my mother wasn’t at the party. And wouldn’t ever be again. This is an ugly reality.

See more progress on: mourn my mother

Can't ask her

I was setting up a video at YouTube. It was of the farm (I can’t really call it the family farm) in the 1940s. There was one person whose identity I wasn’t sure of, so I thought, “I’ll just ask mom.” Wrong. I’ll never be able to ask her again.

See more progress on: mourn my mother

Skip the cheap notebooks

I’m considering making my own books for notetaking in my grad program. The kids sap a lot of my energy, but I think I’d like this. I’ll have twelve books by the end.

See more progress on: learn bookbinding

Our time on earth

It’s limited, and we never know what our limit will be. My mother found this out for herself all too recently. She kept herself in shape and healthy, but succumbed to a fast-moving cancer. Where did it come from? No one knows. It just did. Her time has ended.

Now we gather what she has left behind and gather ourselves. Life keeps moving.

See more progress on: mourn my mother

Even if you don't like foreign films

The Stoning of Soraya M

by Cyrus Nowrasteh

The story is very simple, but that’s just the point. It is simple: and awful in its simplicity. What’s worse is that the climax of the film is the title. Every frame builds up to the stoning of this woman, which is depicted with an unswerving lens. You aren’t allowed to turn away. The suspense leading to the actual stoning is wrenching, and then it gets worse.

I don’t know that there is much of a message to take away from this movie other than people can be brutal to each other for no good reason.

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