Now that things are quieting down a bit I can switch gears. When I’m armpit deep in Heavy Work Mode I watch a lot of documentaries (I can just listen while I’m painting, glancing up every once in a while to scowl at the screen). Some standouts were “Wordplay” (about crossword puzzles and NYTimes puzzle editor/master Will Shortz), “The Future of Food” (the disturbing story about what’s on our grocery store shelves these days, ugh), “Flow: For Love of Water” (riveting doc about the impending water crisis, ugh again), and “The End of Suburbia: Oil Depletion and the Collapse of the American Dream” (about peak oil and oh by the way, we’re screwed).
Watching these films (well mostly listening to them) is what pushed me to make sure I got as much edible foodstuff planted this spring as possible. Might be time to dig a well too.
And while I’m working on a few paintings and drawings right now, the big heavy pressure is dialed back a bit and I can READ again!
Just finished “Pride & Prejudice & Zombies,” and started “The Monsters of Templeton” but got completely side tracked when I heard author Kelly Link on the radio reading some of her short, humorous horror fiction and had to go grab her books pronto. “Pretty Monsters” is aimed at “young adults” but I’m here to tell you that stories like “The Wrong Grave” have all the macabre humor a grown up could wish for, and in “Monster” when a kid meets the creature that’s been eating his friends at summer camp and asks “What are you?” the monster, who smells like rotting fish and kerosine, is covered with kiddie camper blood and has a voice “like a dead tree full of bees,” answers.
“Angelina Jolie,” the monster said. It blinked.
Jame’s heart almost stopped beating. “Really?” he said. “Just like in Danny Anderson’s dream?”
“No,” the monster said. “Just kidding.”