Stuff

Neck yanked yesterday afternoon. Naps all night. In between, being outraged and aggravated by Wikipedia and then discovering Tag Gallagher's home page. (Gallagher, for those who haven't heard of him, is the author of noted books on directors John Ford and Roberto Rossellini.) The page features links to a considerable number of Gallagher's articles (there are also a couple of non-functioning links to .pdf files), including this lengthy survey of Ford's work to 1947. It made up for all the crap I'd seen earlier at Wikipedia (which, not surprisingly, lacks an entry on Gallagher-- the fortunate man.)


Also, the Tony Bennett special to air on NBC tonight was filmed at the Los Angeles Theatre, so there might be some shots of the venue in the program. I wasn't intending to watch it (not a huge Bennett fan), but now I guess I might take a look. I always like seeing that place when it pops up in a movie or a commercial, which it does fairly often. I like to know it's still there.


It was gray and rainy here yesterday and will be so again today. I'm pleased.


Sleep now.

Brief

Clouds rent by wind spilled sunlight for several minutes this afternoon, making the few remaining walnut leaves glitter as they trembled in the sudden breeze which had replaced the gray rain. Woodpeckers emerged from sheltered spots and chattered at a scampering squirrel. An improbably vast cloud bank in the east gleamed white against blue sky for a while and then both were swallowed by dark clouds advancing from the west. It was brilliant while it lasted. By evening we had returned to the delightfully dreary grayness that typically marks the declining year here. A narrow streak of deep red along the western horizon then indicated the departure of the vanquished sun, and starless night fell. I'm as happy as a clam locked up in its shell. A clam with a cup of hot tea!