some wool work from yesterday late afternoon. over the loom i re-watched inglorious bastards. the first time i saw it was in bali, so i had no subtitles, and this time in japan again no subtitles. despite taking a full year course in german in university, i have no idea what they were saying. (i got an F! when i saw my german professor at film society screenings i would talk to him politely in french.) although i could follow the italian (si). and the french was not so difficult for me (oh radio-canada). i watched it for my favorite scene; the shoshanna in red / david bowie`s `cat people` moving montage. so f-ing electric!
my best friend from junior high school and i recently got into a heated tiff; she was appalled that i had lost interest in quentin tarantino (i paid 35$ to see kill bill in theaters, only to learn it would cost me 35$ more to see the ending…i was very poor and very angry), and i was appalled that she had lost interest in radiohead. (truth be told so did i for a while, but now - in rainbows? king of limbs? i now listen back to the basement sessions constantly while weaving! thom york is some kind of voice genius.)
i think it`s funny that i say `f-ing` now. when i worked in logistics i was surrounded by burly truck drivers and warehouse men and i quickly learnt to swear like a real sailor. even as recently as two years ago i was still making my parents cringe viscerally with my language, which although in my thirties i still totally enjoyed. i don`t know if it is that i`m old, or i have polite friends now, or friends with kids or what, but i just totally said f-ing. lol. f-yeah!
back to the loom. i must weave. i must. i can`t stop.