Saturday
06Mar2010

The City, By Way of Spider

"...one of those little pauses in the conversation of the City, then; a sudden unexpected quiet as everyone stopped to take a breath, and I get one of those little heart-leaps as a girl moves my way, I fall in love for ten seconds the way you do when you see one of those faces, those eyes..."

- Spider Jerusalem, via Warren Ellis (TRANSMETROPOLITAN)

The rule is, Saturday mornings my wife wakes up with Boy.  When I get up, about an hour later, I make some loud stamps on the floor indicating my return to the land of the Living, and a few minutes later my wife appears with a steaming cup of coffee, which I get to sip at my leisure for another 45 minutes or so before heading downstairs.  Right now it's that time, and I'm here reading the sixth volume of Transmetropolitan, marvelling at the way Ellis can put words together.  But it's never enough time, and I know I have to put on the "Dad" face and go downstairs to join the maddening early morning sounds of chaos and disorder.

Every Saturday morning, I offer a silent prayer to suspend time.

"...Held breath for a moment of eye contact that burns into memory - a face I could look at for the rest of my life - and then she's walked by, the City resumes, fade up chatter and music - "

- Spider Jerusalem, unable to suspend time any longer than I can

Monday
01Mar2010

London Macabre Review @ Un:Bound

I had my first chance to read a book that not only isn't published yet, it isn't even bought yet.  But that's one of the perks of being a reviewer over at Un:Bound, so head on over and see what I thought about Steven Savile's London Macabre, the start of a Victorian horror/pulp adventure series.

Excerpt below:

...this book is fresh. So fresh it was almost dripping wet from birth (ewww) when I downloaded the file and loaded it up on my nook. It hasn't been published yet, and truth be told I'd be very surprised if London Macabre isn't at least tweaked and given a another slap of finish before it sees the light of day. But I have to admit, that was a large part of the excitement of reading it, feeling the passion of ideas still wriggling around on the page, the exuberance that comes with throwing something down on paper and watching it come to life, working with and against the other words it comes into contact with. The gift of creation, there before your eyes in a way that reading something picked off the shelf in the local super-store just can't imitate.

Full review over at Un:Bound

Sunday
28Feb2010

Danger: Sludgy Metal Ahead

Note: The entire album is available for streaming on their Myspace page for a limited time

It started as soon as I was awarded the task of cleaning up the massive Chinese/Thai dinner consumed by the Missus, the Boy , and yours truly. The Missus wanted some fun time with the Boy who she hadn't seen since about 8:00 this morning, so I donned the ol' headphones (when I settle in for some serious cleaning, the headphones are an accepted part of the ritual) and cranked up High on Fire's new record, Snakes for the Divine.

That was over two hours ago, and I'm on my 2 1/2 time listening to it.  Awesome in that dirty/stoner/70s guitar God rock vein - fire and brimstone biblical apocalypse lyrics with massively cavernous drums, riffs that sound like they were bludgeoned into firm from granite and Matt Pike's signature raw howling that sound like they were a bloody gift from Lemmy himself.  

In other words, exactly my cup of tea.

Thursday
25Feb2010

Binder Challenge #2: Into the Wild

Does everyone have that moment, when the concrete, impossibly straight lines of our rigid lives seem too much to bear?  When we come to the realization that we've lost sight of happiness, of truth and beauty in simplest purity?  And then there's that yearning, the urge to break away with form, with the convention of our existence and just go away, pick up a rucksack, a tattered old paperback and just move.

I know that when I first came upon the story of Chris McCandless, aka Alexander Supertramp in John Krakauer's incredible piece of journalism, it was at a time when I was far from that state of mind.  My son was three months old, it was the dog days of Summer, and I read sitting outside on the back porch, Jack sleeping in a tiny cradle covered with mosquito netting by my side.  Chris' story - a bright, charismatic young man who donates his savings to charity and leaves home without a word, traveling the country dealing with life on unbridled terms until he makes his way to Alaska where he vanishes for good - stuck in my head and refused to leave. It was one of those reading experiences where the time, place, and frame of mind mattered just as much as the words on the page.

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Tuesday
23Feb2010

Binder Challenge #1: I'm a Cyborg, But That's OK

Bad start to the challenge: I had about half the review written when upon hitting the Save button Firefox decided it needed to ask for my Squarespace password again, and then promptly lost my entire post. Working on Safari now, so fingers crossed)

Coming off the heels of LADY VENGEANCE, the final entry in the critically acclaimed Vengeance Trilogy (the other two films being SYMPATHY FOR MR. VENGEANCE and the global phenomenon OLDBOY), Park Chan-wook decided to travel off the well worn path of revenge thrillers and brutal violence and move in an unexpected direction: a romantic comedy.  of course, this being a Park Chan-wook film, it's a romantic comedy filled with brutal violence and revenge.

Did you expect anything less?

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