Mr B hosts me
Mr B hosts me
Arcane Artist
Mr B hosts me
My piece on the opera that wasn’t — but was…
Ida Lupino’s film noir debut, available free thanks to the Open Culture site. If you don’t know about them — well, there goes your productivity for the day. Books, audio and films galore. The RADA-trained English daughter of a stage comedian became best known for her increasingly dark films, no less than when she turned…
Here’s a thing: from one of those ongoing discussions, most recently on Facebook, but other places too. There’s a phenomenon that crops up all the time, yet has eluded naming so far. As I mentioned when sharing Peg’s post (right) about director Brenda Chapman on Facebook, the usefulness of the term “gaslighting” has been amply…
Here’s another knockout image by the QoE, S. L. Johnson.
In the crime zone lately (I have so much to catch up on!) although last night we watched Resident Evil: Afterlife which might as well be called Resident Evil: We Don’t Even Bother with Narrative, as they just string along a bunch of things that happen and shoot a lot of zombies and edit poorly…
If you want to get a little weird…
My latest publication: a sordid little tale of vengeance (i.e. not for the faint hearted, but adored by certain fans of a big headed kitty).
I think the impulse that defines an academic nature is that one responds to difficult moments by turning to the past to see how others have coped with similar times. So still reeling from unexpected grief, I turn to history as I contemplate the ways we deal with the inevitability of parting from those we…
My thoughts go out to Steve and Mary Browne, and all who love them both. How hard to go on alone, my sister, though I know that those in our hearts can never leave us altogether. I wish I were closer by.