I set up my camera in the upstairs bedroom, pointed northeast, for about an hour.
Technical details: 335 light frames, 4 dark frames, each 10 seconds, f/1.8, ISO 100.
Part-time prevaricator
I set up my camera in the upstairs bedroom, pointed northeast, for about an hour.
Technical details: 335 light frames, 4 dark frames, each 10 seconds, f/1.8, ISO 100.
David Lynch has left us. He made some amazing movies, some of which we showed at the Evans Theatre.
I remember showing Mulholland Dr. back in ’01. In that era we were showing two films a weekend: one would play on Friday at 7:00pm and Saturday at 9:30pm, and the other would be Saturday and Sunday at 7:00pm. I watched most of Mulholland Dr. on the Saturday early show, and had to leave before the end of the movie to set up for the second show (I was the late-show projectionist that night).
It was a surreal movie, with a lot of disparate things going on, but by about 8:45pm, when I had to exit the theatre, I felt like I had a handle on what was going on, and how things were going to tie together in the end. I knew I’d be able to watch the whole thing on Sunday night, and test my theories.
(For those who have seen the movie, I left right around the time Betty and Rita found the blue box.)
Well, Sunday night I settled in and watched the movie start to finish, and, uh…
Long story short, I had no idea. Shortly after I’d left the theatre on Saturday, everything changed. I still am not convinced I understand what was going on, despite having read many an article with titles like “What’s really going on in Mulholland Dr.” But what a ride it was.
Farewell, Mr. Lynch. We will not soon see your like again.
…+24 or so more.
(What can I say, I like a lot of the photos I took this year.)
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I love that combination.
Some tasty nuts ‘n’ bolts from Kathleen’s family recipe.
Or maybe it’s rime ice, I’m not sure.




Whichever it is, it’s pretty. If it’s got to be cold outside, it may as well look nice.
About 10 years ago I checked Jeff Vandermeer’s novel Annihilation out of my local library. It was a short, weird story about the twelfth[1]Well, depending how you count, as it turns out. expedition into a deeply weird place called Area X.
Area X is a section of Florida, the Forgotten Coast, where something has changed. Lifeforms are modified, sometimes merged, sometimes wholly remade; ghosts and doppelgängers appear, both in Area X and back in the normal world; time seems to move in different ways once you’ve crossed the border. There’s a tower that descends into the ground[2]Where lies the strangling fruit… and a lighthouse that I’m not sure anyone wants to go near. Annihilation was a dreamlike experience, with the caveat that nightmares are also dreams.
Having read the first book, I read the sequels too: Authority is the story of a man code-named Control, who is sent from Central to the Southern Reach—the shadowy government entity that supervises explorations of Area X—to try to get the place back under, well, control. It’s a spy thriller with a soupçon of body horror and weird, in its own way, as Annihilation. The third book, Acceptance, merges and extends the first two: Control is now inside Area X, with someone who might or might not be the biologist whose POV dominated Annihilation, while other chapters give us some insight into the formation of Area X.
Now, ten years later, Vandermeer has written a fourth novel in the series, a prequel and capstone: Absolution. And it’s good.
It’s essentially three novellas, interwoven together[3]Not unlike Gene Wolfe’s The Fifth Head of Cerberus.. The first one is an exploration of the Forgotten Coast, twenty years before Area X formed, filtered through a one-time Central operative named Old Jim as he reads decades-old reports. Part two, eighteen months before the border comes down, has Old Jim in the field, now with a young partner posing as his estranged daughter, working as a dive-bar manager and digging deeper into the interlocking weirdnesses happening on the Forgotten Coast. The third section is the story of the very first[4]Well, apart from the chicken. expedition to Area X, from the point of view of Lowry, who eventually becomes the director of the Southern Reach.
Absolution is a wild ride through a burgeoning apocalypse, and it carries the same sense of dread I got from the extant trilogy: This will not end well. There are numerous callbacks to the first three books, and while some mysteries might end up resolved, plenty more question are raised than are answered. A great many questions may well be unanswerable.
If you’re looking for everything to be neatly tied up at the end, this isn’t the book for you, isn’t the series for you. If you’re looking for a spy thriller, an existential threat to the human race, a bunch of body horror, and a stunning number of F‑bombs[5]There were more fucks in the table of contents than in some novels., you’ll probably enjoy this one. (You’ll probably want to read the first three books first, though.)
I look forward to re-reading the whole saga in a few years.
I had a dream the other night that I was writing a story about a tower, a wooden tower like you find in national parks at scenic outlooks, but every step on it was a day. If you came down the stairs too quickly you’d find yourself back in time.
When I woke up I held onto it, tweaked it, made it more logical. I’ve started on a first draft, because a gift in a dream is still a gift.
The tower had three hundred and sixty-five steps, but one of them—it was never clear to me which one—was about 25% higher than the rest. My best friend Riley, who went missing for a week and a half in the summertime and then showed up claiming he’d tripped on the way back down from the top, told me over pie and black coffee in the Chicken Chef that I should always watch my step.
“On the tower,” I said, “or everywhere?”
“Everywhere, but especially on the tower.”
My friend Kelly talked me into going for a bike ride in the Souris Valley today, in a wildlife management area. He wasn’t sure how many hills there were[1]There were lots. but he was pretty sure there’d be some great views[2]There were..
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