And finally...

Yes, this is what I was going to sit down to write before getting distracted by politics.

It is a dirty game politics, and I like it. I would like it more if it were a little more unruly, a little more boisterous, a little more dangerous. Politics has become safe and sterilized. I am personally disgusted watching some twit backpedal from some rather funny slur, just because it offends someone.

Ah, for the days of George Wallace or Spiro, wonderful Spiro. St. Spiro? No, he was a criminal, but a criminal who could SPEAK! Nixon was entertaining in the way that paranoids are entertaining: the fun wears off fast.

And, here I am back on politics.

What I meant to write about was film I watched last night, an early Louis Malle film titled, in translation, The Elevator to the Gallows. It is good, but very French. I don't want to give away too much, because there are some interesting story twists, but the film is worth seeing not so much for the story,(which is good, though), but for the stunning visual sense of the whole, the musicality of the whole (artful command of timing, rhythm, visual counterpoint, textural variety), as well as the music itself, which was provided by the late great Miles Davis. Put it on your Netflix queue.

Speaking of which, have I mentioned how much I love Netflix? It is especially good when you have moved from an area with good video stores to one without.

Anyway, lunch is over. I have to get back to teaching and mitigating flooding in the studio.