When Robin and I go away somewhere, we take beautiful photographs … well, mostly, he does, while I point out things that would make nice photographs, then assist him with comments like, “not that rock, this rock!” and “hurry, you’re losing the light!”. We end up with lots of scenery, rocks, shells, and wildlife pictures, with a few of us in the mix, looking sometimes goofy, and other times mercifully attractive – from a certain angle and a certain light.
One more reason Sandra is my best friend is that , when she goes on holidays, she brings back photos like these, which make my inbox smile, and which offer great gift ideas for that special someone in your life who already has (almost) everything.
So it appears that Cthulu has opened a shop! I was concerned that the cult monsters would be out of work, with the economic problems in the U.S. the past few years.
While this music makes me a bit anxious, the video is trippy fun to watch. Mostly I’m looking forward to the movie, Another Earth. And I suppose this anxiety-inducing music is appropriate both for the unsettling mood of the movie trailer and for the anticipation.
I have to say I didn’t even know that Milla Jovovich sang, but there she is at 18, looking almost exactly the same as she does today, in a video from 1994. It got me thinking about what music I was listening to during that period and the answer was a little of everything. Except maybe grunge. Nothing against the Seattle Sound, I just sort of missed it the first time around. Here’s a sampling of the what I do remember from the mid-90s. Omitting the Wagner.
My husband, Robin, and I have been celebrating our 7th wedding anniversary over the past week. The highlight was his booking a few nights for us at a cottage by the Gippsland coast, near a place called Morgan’s Beach. We set off from Melbourne on Tuesday afternoon and reached our destination about three hours later: a rambling farmhouse, in the middle of a pasture, at the end of a dirt road. Perfect.
Side note: I noticed when we were leaving on Friday that there was an old axe leaning on the woodpile stacked at one end of the front porch. My husband had been coming and going from that pile of wood for three days, as the fireplace was our only source of heat. I realised he had left the axe outside throughout our stay. Can you imagine? It’s like he’s never fantasised about our being attacked by an axe murderer in the middle of the night in a remote country house. Clearly, he has seen far fewer horror movies than I have. I felt compelled to explain, just in case this comes up on future holidays, that we really should have brought it inside. To his credit, once I mentioned it, he grasped how it might be seductive to roving psycho killers in the area. Also, we reasoned that, if the axe were inside with us, then we would be armed and ready for the demented bastard. (Before you label me an hysteric, remember that Australia is notorious for its serial killers).
But I digress …
… Ok, wait. How am I supposed to be less controlling if i drink less?
Bluesy, boozy, southern, good.
The Boy got his driver’s license last week, somewhat belatedly. He’s 17 and seemed to be in no particular hurry–the same ambling attitude he has toward many things. In this case it was fine. We weren’t in a big hurry for him to be out on his own in Houston. Ok, I was a little terrified. But time was running out on the learn at home program we’d been doing so I pushed a little (maybe a lot) until he got it all done and took the driving test. The lackadaisical attitude disappeared as soon as the license was printed.
I love her big, bold voice; it sort of grabs you by the collar and demands that you pay attention. In a good way. She brings to mind some great female singers like Nina Simone and Peggy Lee, while being modern and cool.