I found this sculpture outside the back entrance of the National Museum of Singapore. A gigantic, shriveled, cherry.
Am I the only one who finds this disturbing?
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
My long awaited Amazon order arrived today, just in time to cheer me up on a typically lousy Monday.
From top left:
Stardust, widescreen DVD.
Blade Runner - the Ultimate, Final, Everything You Ever Wanted, Edition. Please let it be the last Director's Cut!
69 love songs, The Magnetic Fields.
Now, to consume them all ...
(1) I had forgotten what an atmospheric movie Blade Runner is. The term "ground-breaking" is regularly used for all sorts of things, but this movie genuinely is: it set the benchmark for style, and it set the tone and mood for so many other movies to follow. In it's vision of the future, it is eerily prescient in generalities (if not in specifics), and the special effects are seamless enough to date well. After more than 20 years, it still holds its ground against movies like Minority Report, and is truer to the spirit of PKD's books than the latter.
The only thing about massive box sets like these (besides where to store them) is the feeling of obligation to watch every special feature, and listen to every commentary track! I haven't even finished going through the LoTR box sets ...
(2) The Magnetic Fields are brilliant. I've been looking for this album for some time now, but the local HMVs don't stock it consistently. Admittedly, there's some slip in quality - the drive to crank out 69 love songs leads to some of them being short one-trick pony pieces, but overall this album is a blast. Almost as good as "i", which I think is still my favourite album from them so far.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
We stayed at the K-hotel in Phuket for one simple reason: they have cats.
Last year when we were there, one particularly friendly Siamese came to our room and slept on the bed with us. By which I mean she jumped on the bed, curled up to sleep, and forced us to sleep as best we could around her.
This year we were sad to find out that one of the cats had died: in fact, I think it was the very same cat called Samlee who had kept us company. We did make friends with another cat, a mischievous young male called Siam who we found curled up on the cafe chairs at breakfast, catching up on his sleep after a night of gallivanting and prowling.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
I've never spent 4 whole days on the sea before this last dive trip. I can't say I really got my sea-legs, though I puked but once - and that was mostly because the water was rough on the surface. The thing about diving is you don't get seasick underwater, where everything - sound, light, and movement - is muffled and muted, but you do get seasick once you finish the dive. At least I did.
There was plenty of time in between dives to chill out and stare at the sea. When it was calm, you could almost think it was Homer's "wine-dark sea".