Live from Dakota

Su altri canali mentali in questi giorni qui da sola medito quando sia bizzarro avere memorie preziose, vibranti e piene di emozioni attaccate a canzoni pietosamente mediocri. Proust consumava dolcetti francesi per questi scopi allucinogeni; io invece Stereophonics. Che vergogna.
E voi? Quali sono le canzoni che vi vergognate di amare?

Non ho ancora

capito bene come funzionino questi Tumblr. Non ho ancora deciso se mi piace questa estrema essenzialità, questo citazionismo, questo no-commenting. E' come se ci dovesse essere qualcos'altro sotto l'aggregamento di cose che trovo in giro per la rete e appiccico insieme, ma fatico a trovarlo. Un po' come l'introduzione del mio PhD: c'è un sacco di roba ma non sono ancora riuscita a martellarla precisamente in un'idea unica da trasformare in parole chiare sul foglio virtuale che ho davanti. Non ho ancora visto I'm Not There e me ne cruccio assai. Non ho ancora deciso che film vedere questo weekend, ho semplicemente troppe opzioni.
Nel frattempo ho visto il meraviglioso ed infernale No Country for Old Men, sono rimasta di sasso alla notizia della morte di Heath Ledger, in Italia è caduto il governo, e anche io non mi sento troppo bene.

Things I hate about horoscopes

Visitors could come to your home tonight, dear Leo, possibly for an informal get-together of some kind. Dear friends might be involved in some way. During the day, you are likely to be very busy, perhaps tying up loose ends. Your mind is probably going a thousand miles an hour, so you'll need to wind down before going to bed tonight. You don't want to lose any sleep.

Sometimes they're just so damn right.

The Hour We Knew Nothing of Each Other

Winds of change

As the ever-avid West Wing fan that I am, I've been following the early states votes and Bush's rather redundant visit to Israel in the past few weeks with an Emperor's-new-clothes kind of feeling, expecting somebody to shout: 'it's obvious that we all need change!' But alas, no drama of such kind took place and the general indecision is also mine. Change is what the two chief Democrats are advocating, but I still haven't decided which one is going to provide the better change and who to root for. I'm only hoping that their idea of change is not just a word. One thing is certain: either way, it will be an improvement if a Donkey makes it to the White House, whether with a little help from the Sopranos or from a Barely Political Girl. The '(I No Heart)' Huckabee victory gave me the shivers.

Meanwhile, in England...It's terribly windy, in more ways than one. Our new year starts with a page-turner, questions, hopes and a lot of rain. And so we travel home, stay in, make lists of pros and cons, go location-scouting, weigh all the options and see. The future, as always, looks pretty scary to me, but also pretty bright from the distance. I'm no good at change but I think I can see a good one when it comes. My mother says change is always a good thing because things that stay the same inevitably stagnate. I feel shaken but strong because I know that we have a steel core to hold on to, so - surprisingly - I am in favour of a big step up. Frankly, if I could pick a super-power I would love to be able to see the future, but some kind of faith will have to do. We may be 'ready for change', if it's a 'change we can believe in', but oh lordy, most of all, send us change we can deal with.

As we know, there are known knowns. There are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns. That is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns, the ones we don't know we don't know. [Donald Rumsfeld - Politics and Creative Writing, Year 1, Washington DC]