Saucers of Mud

August 29, 2007

“Sometimes I forget just how much the press has done to harm this country.”

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August 15, 2007

Notes to Filmmakers

Filed under: Uncategorized — matt w @ 8:18 pm

1) You can stop doing the shot from on top of a spiral staircase now. It may even be possible to film someone going up stairs from a different angle.

2) If you want to make a movie about how a writer became a writer, you know what would be a good way to do it? Film The Blue Flower. It comes with ready-made good dialogue and plots that aren’t an uncomfortable imitation of the writer it’s about.

(These notes were not inspired by the same movie.)

August 12, 2007

Outdoor Museums

Filed under: Uncategorized — matt w @ 7:20 am

A little while ago my brother came to town for a wedding and we visited the Shelburne Museum. Besides some of the more traditional art and stuff indoors, it has quite a bit of outdoor stuff, not only gardens (including an apothecary garden) but a decommissioned lighthouse and boat. That sort of reminded me of the excellent Ranching Heritage Center in Lubbock. There was an extensive exhibit of Shaker work, which made me think about the Shaker community that has persisted long after the Shakers’ heyday; rump Shakers, as it were.

A Sentence to Take Out of Context

Filed under: Uncategorized — matt w @ 1:17 am

“In ‘They Came to Baghdad’, a rational plan for a New World Order is revealed to be a veil for absolutist fascism.”

Perhaps a little bit of context, provided by the last sentence of the article.

Beginning Again

Filed under: Uncategorized — matt w @ 1:04 am

My old blog has had no new posts for a while, and the posts it has had have tended to be silly. (Notice how I managed to have three consecutive conjugations of one verb there?) Maybe if I start a new blog, devoted entirely to silly stuff, I’ll be inspired to post more.

August 11, 2007

Coley Laffoon

Filed under: Uncategorized — matt w @ 8:31 pm

When I’m dropping off to sleep, I occasionally find this song going through my head:

Coley Laffoon
Checked into his room
Only to find Gideon’s Bible
Coley had come
Equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems
Had broken his dreams
By stealing the love of his lady
Her name was Anne Heche
And she called herself Celestia [ed. note: Check for rhyme, scansion]
But everyone knew her as crazy

[Her autobiography is called Call Me Crazy.]

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