i never thought tonight could ever be /

more along those lines

rewatching twin peaks:

from the red room scene in s3e2 i'm reminded of something i noticed the first time which i hadn't seen talked about: the laura palmer entity's left hand doesn't look like her hand. it may just be a fluke of the way things appear but to me it looks very purple and wrinkled and ancient, unlike her right hand which we see pull away her face. we see it quite up close because she hides her mouth while she's whispering to coop.

what's new about that which i learned tonight from a blog post is that right before she whispers to coop we hear a woman's voice faintly say "whisper" in a commanding tone. the blogger speculates that it is the voice of sarah palmer and having listened to it with my television at dangerously high volume (especially considering the high pitched screaming which follows very shortly afterward) i find this to be very plausible. [i considered the idea that it was a stagehand giving sheryl lee a timing prompt, but since the red room scenes are filmed backwards and the prompt should therefore appear after the whispering, i find that unlikely.] the blogger makes the argument that judy is controlling or possessing the laura palmer entity to some extent (thus a verbal command to trigger her actions), and i personally think that the weird look to her left hand may reveal that it is the part of her that is possessed. (noting by parallel that philip gerard is missing his left arm.)
we owl float on owl right

speaking of

noticing new things on rewatches of twin peaks,

watching the first episode of s3 again i notice that constance talbot, the forensics specialist at the buckhorn police department, has on her (otherwise tidy) desk, in addition to two paperweights (one appears to be a bust of abraham lincoln, the other a simple glass dome), a small amount of crumpled paper, or possibly origami, it's very hard to make out, that resembles, from a distance, a blue rose. but we never do get any sort of closeup.

and then i pay a bit more attention to the fact the lead detective, macklay, while searching the trunk of william hastings, has a broken flashlight which emits light in a regular rhythmic pulse of white, rather than a steady beam. disruptions to light sources and other electrical apparatus are a common occurrence in various locales in the story, going all the way back to the autopsy of laura palmer.
owl i gave was me

11/1 11:11:11

listening to 11:11 by regina at 11:11 on 1/11 [as a prelude to 11/11]. (not that this should be the only time or day one ought to be listening to 11:11 [far from it!])
penny farthing

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be there, or be square!
(and i can't help but conject you're loathe to sacrifice your octagonality.)
although to be fair, a square pair, has, i figure, eight.
(with proper allineation).
neither numbers among the pernicious.
and, as "they" say, there is strength in numbers.
(there is everything in numbers
but not equally
which is, i suppose, the point)
i belabor,
circling the square's essence when
the root of this radical exhortation:
precisely, simply
being there
is
all
that should need to be imparted
(nothing imparted really so much as reported:
the existence of a place within the place
one could never cease to be
when one's being's there
in essence
eternally
lj is my squeeze machine

as a consolation for it being november and winter

great things are arriving.
i am so outside of the relevant loops that i've mobiushered myself to the inside that is outside of the outside, and i didn't even know that one of the great novels from one of my favorite novelists of all time had been filmed and with great actors. i do enjoy happy surprises though and so elevate it still further when i saw the first trailer commercial about a fortnight ago.

sight unseen i cannot vouch more a film's virtue.

ha. ha.

so

everyone who knows me here probably knows that there have been a lot of songs written about me over the years by various troubadours such as carly simon. the miracle of indie radio bythos who is playing songs only tangentially related to the holiday (when related at all) just reminded of me of one that i had so completely forgotten that it's almost as if i'd never heard it before in my life (perhaps i hadn't?). [i mean it's about one of the people i used to be -- we're none of us now all of the people we've been. how could we be all of them at once?] [i mean there are ways where it it's not about anyone i've ever been, but rather who i might have been, but for.] [of course just because a song was intended to be about me doesn't mean the songwriter perceived me accurately. carly certainly didn't! vain, my ass!]

and i forgive you (of course) for all the times you've skipped past videos i've linked to (i, of all people, couldn't blame you), but this one i think is worth its while. amazingly relevant lyrics below the cut, so as not quite to spoil the video (although i won't be shocked if you're all familiar with the song without refreshing your recollection).



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