The Dream Cycle of H.P. Lovecraft: Dreams of Terror and Death (Lovecraft)
Jesus’ Son (Johnson)
No Country for Old Men (McCarthy)
Infinite Jest (Wallace)
Batman: The Dark Knight Returns (Miller)
Deathbird Stories (Ellison)
Runaway (Munro)
A Load of Hooey (Odenkirk)
This list is embarrassingly short but keep in mind that Infinite Jest is like 17,000 pages long and my wife gave birth to a beautiful, amazing, free-time-to-read consuming daughter in August.
“When it was time to cancel the 95-year-old’s DVD plan” was used as a way to say that a customer died in an email from Netflix. Gross.
Anniversary Gift
The first anniversary is the paper anniversary some rando website informs me. So I’m making Leslie a narrativized book of my proposal to her. A friend of mine ( @aaronbehnkcreations ) makes paper (yes, makes paper) and combines them into journals with cool designs on the cover like city-centric things or flowers pressed into the pages. After I find out how long my rambling is, I’m gonna pick one, write it out by hand, and very ceremoniously present it unto her.
Fun fact: She doesn’t read my Tumblr so I can get away with writing all of this here. NOBODY NARC ON ME.
Twin Peaks
I might stay off of here until after I’m caught up with Twin Peaks. So hopefully back in a few weeks. Message or text if you need me.
The first half hour of Twin Peaks is an exquisite piece of melodrama, unparalleled. The entire series is truly and the premiere is masterful in the way Lynch sets all the pieces spinning like toy tops, which orbit and fly off throughout. But the first 30 minutes are something so beautiful and affected; the people in this town learning of a girl named Laura’s death, the ways their faces and bodies contort in overwhelming grief, attempting to jump out of themselves (a theme which Lynch plays with throughout the duration of the series). The attention paid to commonplace objects and spaces that now hold such heightened energy and subtext. The expanse of a phone cord transmitting tragedy, the wind in the Douglas firs, the empty school hallways, the whirling ceiling fan up the staircase. All devoid of some presence that once existed, now a space full of mysteries and echoes of traumas.
Decided I need to rewatch Twin Peaks before the next installment begins, partly so I can feel prepared but mostly so I can reblog