The Week In
Consumption
Music
I did not live with any kind of consistency this week, dipped into bits and pieces. Got back into Twenty Twenty Sound by Dark Star for a few hours, not a dud in the bunch. They claim there will be new stuff in 2026, but apparently they also claimed that in 2024 and 2025. I’d sure turn up for a tour though.
Books
Finished Echopraxia and honestly, I don’t really get it. Everyone flew to the sun, discovered an alien mold had taken over the ship they were looking for, and then went home. I should write a few more paragraphs about this somewhere just to actually get it straight in my head. I don’t know why Dan was on the trip and what happened to him. Did the slime take him over? What was the point of it all? Just the philosophical digressions? Were the Bicamerals actually dumbasses?
Movies
Somehow hacked out some time and caught Tarkovsky’s The Sacrifice. A lot of chatter at the start, but when it got going, boy did it get going. Tarkovsky left the Soviet Union at some point and this movie is actually in Swedish. There’s a threat of nuclear annihilation and everyone on this Swedish island freaks out. Mainly Alexander, who offers God the sacrifice of the title - his life and son - and it does kind of pan out, depending on how you look at it. I miss real fire in movies, this and Ran really set the bar high.
TV
I ran out of credits with the library so the Bridge is on hold. In the meantime I’m catching up with the TV sensation of a couple of years ago, Baby Reindeer.
Production
Running
Typing all this out really underscores how all over the place this week was. Minor strain meant I basically took off Mon-Thurs, did a light treadmill on Friday because whenever the snow looks like it might melt, we get another blast of it. Went out Saturday with East York Runners and did about 15k. I’m neglecting going to the physio because this thing feels so mild it should go away by itself but also it’s been there since December.
Writing
I’m set for tomorrow, finished something midweek, but as of right this second, Sunday evening, I have nothing, not even an idea. Whatever comes out next week will be fresh.