Get On To Bed
Tuesday. It's going to be hot today I'd bet. They're saying records are most likely to be set and, sitting here in front of the fan, I'm nodding my head. Up and down. Thus is life.
Awoke early ahead of the alarm, to breakfast early, back now well before eight, the outside temperature still nice (we left the windows open to the cooler air last night) but the outlook is not so nice. We bitch when it's cold and raining, we bitch when it's hot. Maybe best that we stop.
I finished watching Early Summer last night, a 1951 Japanese movie by Yasujiro Ozu. Black and white, of course, set just after the end of the war, but not focusing on the war or the occupation. It really holds up, doesn't feel dated and delves into all kinds of emotionally interesting areas with nuance and a singularly idiomatic approach.
I say “idiomatic” and I guess I mean the approach to delineating the drama is unique to this film, some of it due to the Japanese culture and norms, some due to the acting of the central character often what I'd call “quirky”, but somehow her approach delving deeper than many another attempt whatever their era or culture.
The descriptors on Netflix are "Cerebral, Emotional, Understated" and that's pretty good. “Understated” to say the least, although in its understatement it packs a punch. It's one of a series by this director, all with similar seasonal names, and I'm pretty sure I've seen at least one other (Early Spring). Now I'm going to see them all.
Pretty exciting stuff for a Tuesday morning I'd think.
Around here at least.
Later. Watching that movie until eleven, up this morning before six, the hour plus nap I had just now was needed. Another warm day as advertised (ninety degrees), although I got out for my walk earlier when there was a slight but cooling breeze. A couple of pictures, but just a couple. Nice to be working with the big graphics monitor though after the laptop. Reminds me why I got the damned thing. I looked at a couple of photographs I'd taken earlier and decided they weren't worth doing and then looked at them again on the big screen. Not great, but better, much better.
A friend is having her first photography exhibit early this evening over in Emeryville at a local café and I'm planning to go (with a camera). She's thirty-five years younger than I am and does more in a day than I do in a week and that's giving me more credit than I deserve. Still, be nice to see what she's been up to, how her eye has evolved, how she's framed them and such. Now if I can just get in my guitar practice (I'm fighting it for some reason today, not sure why) we'll be done for the day and I can get on to bed.