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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Plan 9 Continued…

Filed under: General — m759 @ 11:30 AM

Or: Chinny-Chin-Chin .

This post will be meaningless unless you
have seen the recent film "R.I.P.D.," starring
James Hong and Jeff Bridges.

(In that film, two deceased lawmen appear to 
the living in disguised form— as Hong, and 
as Bridges in the guise of a major babe.)

From the AP Today in History  page
for October 29, 2013 —

On this date in:
1967 The musical "Hair" opened off-Broadway.

This, together with the Halloween season and
"R.I.P.D.," suggests a bizarre show:

"And there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space…"
– Don McLean, "American Pie

    Cybill Shepherd (born 1950) and Jeff Bridges (born 1949) in 'The Last Picture Show'

The show would star Cybill Shepherd and Jeff Bridges
as, respectively, Jackie Chan and Nicole Kidman in

V.I.P.D.

See also some related posts with Jeff Bridges.

Backstory: Sermon (Nov. 18,  2012) and
Eternal Recreation (Dec. 24, 2012).

"We've lost the plot!" — "Slipstream."  Small wonder.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Les Mots

Filed under: General — Tags: , , — m759 @ 9:26 AM

Two links from the above post

Gamalog and Separatrix.

The latter word has a technical meaning in mathematics.
It also has a non-technical meaning, as explained below.

The comparison of Derrida to Holmes is of course ridiculous
(like the rest of the Kipnis essay). For Moriarty, see (for instance)
"We've lost the plot!" (Feb. 27, 2008).

Friday, December 9, 2011

Showtime!

Filed under: General — m759 @ 4:09 PM

Today's showtimes at ArcLight Hollywood—

http://www.log24.com/log/pix11C/111209-ArcLight-Showtimes.jpg

http://www.log24.com/log/pix11C/111209-HollywoodMap.jpg

Meanwhile…

http://www.log24.com/log/pix11C/111209-HollywoodShooter.jpg

Related (?) material—

A quote from the 2007 Anthony Hopkins film "Slipstream"—
"We've lost the plot!"—
as it has appeared in this journal

See also the Dec. 7th note on Don Sebastian de Villanueva and…

http://www.log24.com/log/pix11C/111209-Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg

Happy birthday, Kirk Douglas.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Ending That Fell Off a Truck

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 2:19 PM

"…the ending arrives as if dropped from a passing truck."
    — Stephen Hunter, Washington Post  review of the 2007 film
   "The Invasion" (starring Nicole Kidman)

http://www.log24.com/log/pix10B/101005-TheInvasion.jpg

 

"The Invasion"

http://www.log24.com/log/pix10B/101005-BigTime.jpg

 

Leiber's Big Time

http://www.log24.com/log/pix10B/101005-WashPostObit.jpg

Related material— "The reviews are in!"— Wall Street Journal  today

See also this  journal on October First, the date of the above death.

"We've lost the plot!" — "Slipstream"

"Big time." — Dick Cheney

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Wednesday February 27, 2008

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 11:07 AM
The Plot

"Do not let me hear
Of the wisdom of old men,
but rather of their folly"
 
Four Quartets 

"Dear friends, would those of you who know what this is all about please raise your hands? I think if God is dead he laughed himself to death. Because, you see, we live in Eden. Genesis has got it all wrong– we never left the Garden. Look about you. This is paradise. It's hard to find, I'll grant you, but it is here. Under our feet, beneath the surface, all around us is everything we want. The earth is shining under the soot. We are all fools. Ha ha! Moriarty has made fools of all of us. But together– you and I, tonight– we'll bring him down."

— George C. Scott as Justin Playfair

 

The earth is shining
    under the soot…

THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
  It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
  It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;  
  And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
  And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
 
And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

       
And though the last lights off the black West went
  Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
  World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins, Society of Jesus

 

Ah! bright wings

"Whoever owns the Boeing 707
  parked on La Brea Avenue,
  your landing lights are on."

 [John Travolta runs on stage
  and rushes for the door.]

Oscar Night, Feb. 24, 2008

For a religious interpretation
of the number 707, see

To Announce a Faith

(All Hallows' Eve, 2006)

and the following link
to a Tom Stoppard line
from the previous entry:

"Heaven, how can I
believe in Heaven?"
she sings at the finale.

"Just a lying
 rhyme for seven!"
 

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Sunday February 24, 2008

Filed under: General — m759 @ 12:00 PM
Labyrinth of Solitude

http://www.log24.com/log/pix08/080224-Chapel.jpg

Chapel, Cuernavaca, Mexico

“A labyrinthine man never seeks
the truth, but always, only, his Ariadne….
Who besides myself knows what Ariadne is?”

Nietzsche,
epigraph to Ariadne’s Lives,
by Nina daVinci Nichols
(See yesterday’s entry.)

Related material:

Entries of Feb. 13
and Feb. 19 at Log24
and the entry of Feb. 13 at

Ariachne’s Broken Woof

Troilus and Cressida in Act 5, Scene 2:

“And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
As Ariachne’s broken woof to enter.
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto’s gates;
Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
The bonds of heaven are slipp’d, dissolved, and loosed….”

See also Slipstream: “We’ve lost the plot!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Sunday February 17, 2008

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 9:15 AM
Big Time

Log24 on Feb. 13:

New York Times today–
"Plot Would Thicken, if the
Writers Remembered It
"

"We've lost the plot!"
Slipstream


Nicole Kidman in 'The Human Stain' at VideoSpider.tv

Excerpt from Fritz Leiber's
"Damnation Morning," 1959

Time traveling, which is not quite the good clean boyish fun it's cracked up to be, started for me when this woman with the sigil on her forehead looked in on me from the open doorway of the hotel bedroom where I'd hidden myself and the bottles and asked me, "Look, Buster, do you want to live?"….

Her right arm was raised and bent, the elbow touching the door frame, the hand brushing back the very dark bangs from her forehead to show me the sigil, as if that had a bearing on her question.

Fritz Leiber's 'Spider' symbol

Bordered version
of the sigil

The sigil was an eight-limbed asterisk made of fine dark lines and about as big as a silver dollar.  An X superimposed on a plus sign.  It looked permanent….

… "Here is how it stacks up:  You've bought your way with something other than money into an organization of which I am an agent…."

"It's a very big organization," she went on, as if warning me.  "Call it an empire or a power if you like.  So far as you are concerned, it has always existed and always will exist.  It has agents everywhere, literally.  Space and time are no barriers to it.  Its purpose, so far as you will ever be able to know it, is to change, for its own aggrandizement, not only the present and the future, but also the past.  It is a ruthlessly competitive organization and is merciless to its employees."

"I. G. Farben?" I asked grabbing nervously and clumsily at humor.

She didn't rebuke my flippancy, but said, "And it isn't the Communist Party or the Ku Klux Klan, or the Avenging Angels or the Black Hand, either, though its enemies give it a nastier name."

"Which is?" I asked.

"The Spiders," she said.

That word gave me the shudders, coming so suddenly.  I expected the sigil to step off her forehead and scuttle down her face and leap at me– something like that.

She watched me.  "You might call it the Double Cross," she suggested, "if that seems better."

Related material:
the previous entry.

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