Tim chose The Music Lesson as his project. (Nothing too difficult, huh?)
In my mind, he proved how Vermeer was able to achieve what he did circa 1662. It took Tim Jenison long, hard hours, days, and months to paint one picture, and he admitted that if it weren't for the film, he would have given up. Yet, Vermeer painted dozens. Today, about thirty-four (34) existing paintings are attributed to him. I stand in awe of Johannes Vermeer in a different way, now: he invented something that worked like magic, an idea that allowed him to paint exactly what he was seeing. His paintings might actually be the first photographs.
I'd recommend this documentary!
No, no particular need to talk this out. I am not going to miss my Aunt Flo. Not a bit. This might sound cold, but her visits were always inconvenient, sometimes painfully so. That said, there were times when she actually took a hint and took a hike--I very much appreciated that she did not come all the way out of Fort Jackson with me, especially during bivouac week. That was surprisingly considerate of her, but that was a long time ago, about three decades. Okay, a wee bit more than that. But anyway. She's lost her energy, she's fading, she's quickly becoming a pest of the past.
I seem to remember a certain episode of All in the Family when Edith goes through "the change". Since I was young kid, I did not fully understand what all the fuss was about, but it was clearly something terrible, something all us women would have to--endure. Well, I still don't know what all the fuss is about. Just sayin'. So far, it's my favorite part of getting older.
Enough of that.
My least favorite topic right now is that I might be reaping the consequences of youthful sun exposure. Consequence: it has such a negative ring. About a month ago, I dyed my hair, something that is actually against everything I believe, and yet--I've been doing it for ten years, using the same inexpensive product in the comfort of my own bathroom. I've also grown out my hair quite a bit, another way of avoiding unnecessary human contact. (I see what I'm doing here.) This time, I wound up with a red mark on my face, and assumed that I'd developed some kind of allergy. After it hung around for weeks, I went to my doctor, thinking that she could give me medication to make this leave me alone. Well--this is where I get to the topic in the first sentence--she told me that there was no way no how this was contact dermatitis. She's given me a referral to have a skin shaving biopsy.
Just when I thought I'd had my last trip to the doctor this year...I'm so tired of making appointments. Bright side: I have satisfied my deductible. (There's a first time for everything.) And for now, I find myself more stressed out about getting this over with than what the actual results might be. If it is a squamous cell, it'll be an early call. Honestly, it doesn't look like much, and I was a little embarrassed about even being there.
Back to films...here's a short one, Danish with English subtitles. It would be a tad too ironic to put it one Facebook...
No9 NEW STATUS from The Current on Vimeo.
Okay, I need to go read...I have a pile that are screaming out my name and furious about the neglect they've suffered.