Well, I’m chuffed! I’ve been struggling for weeks to figure out how to post a video as I’ve enjoyed doing in the past, but Blogger confounded me. I struggled for hours trying to post the photos I love to post ever day when the import icon in Blogger stopped functioning.
By some miracle, I figured out how to post this video today. There’s a ‘share’ function attached to the film on YouTube, so I checked it out and found an ‘embed’ option that copies code. When I saw that, it occurred to me to switch my blog to ‘HTML view’ and to past the code into my post, and as you can see from the video’s presence above, it worked.
Aidan and his colleagues made this video for SPACE. And yes, that wizened old man who appears in it a few times is me.
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Tuesday began cloudy, but at 11:00 the sky cleared and the rest of the day was brilliant and sunny. I was thrilled to get laundry out on the line to capture that wonderful sent clothes get when dried outdoors.
Researchers at the University of Copenhagen published the first detailed chemical analysis of clothesline-dried laundry smell in 2020. They found that Ultraviolet light hitting wet fabric triggers photochemical oxidation. Sunlight reacts with water, atmospheric oxygen, and organic residues in the fabric to produce volatile organic compounds, specifically a family of aldehydes. The same class of molecules appears in commercial perfumery and in wine, which is where the "freshly cut grass" and "citrus" notes in a Sauvignon Blanc can come from.
I finished the database for SPACE, signed into the new chat software we got for our members to use to communicate, and tweaked my speech for the event in October. And then, in glorious sunshine and lovely warm temperatures, we walked the Elder Cedar trail.
I am enjoying our walks more because it is always just us now. I have quit the dog walking group because the group likes to walk for an hour or more and that is now beyond Her Highness. I don’t miss the hijinks of Charlie and Billie, two enthusiastic puppers, and I miss neither Freya’s incessant barking nor Di’s loud speech. Now that it’s just Sheba and I, it is quiet and calm.
Last night was the usual, but last night I could stick the movie I chose to watch., so the night passed more easily than it did on Monday night when I couldn’t stand anything I tried to watch. And holy fuck, what a movie I watched! I have not enjoyed and been more impressed in a movie like this in a long, long time.
As I said, I’m getting sick of crime movies and there are many genres of film that hold no interest for me. So, last night I Googled: What are the best movies on Crave. I cruised a couple of annotated lists and chose Let Them All Talk, directed by Steven Soderbergh.
The casting is perfect and every actor made their characters totally believable. I delighted in the performances of Dianne Weist and Candace Bergen, but everyone really brings their character to wonderful life. But it’s the plot and the writing that that grabbed my attention from the beginning and never let go. It’s masterful writing; the ending of the movie is a delicious banquet of surprises. And that’s why you feel exhilarated when it’s done.
But the conversations, of two characters talking over games, for example, I thought they were both powerhouse scripts. Remarkable talent is on display in every department in this film. I’m writing like I know what I’m talking about. I just had so much fun watching these master performers bring such a clever script to life.
A Caveat: I apologize for raving about this film because from my experience that can have a downside. When people rave about something to me, that sets up an expectation, and that expectation can lead to disappointment. Part of what made Let Them All Talk so exciting to me was that it was a surprise. I’d never heard of it. In such situations, it feels like a discovery, and part of the excitement is how clever you are to choose it.
I cried when I saw Candace Bergen. I’d watched her father on TV when I was a kid. I thought she was beautiful and then I discovered how wonderfully talented she was. Hearing her voice, seeing her repertoire of facial acting again, made me weepy.
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I must share some bad news: The apple harvest is eaten. It has been such a joy to go out into the yard to pick an apple for dessert. It absolutely tickles me to be eating so much from my garden in Summertime. I’ve never been able to do this before. I’m thrilled that such positive outcomes since moving here. And I credit by breakdown for the gift of all that has happened to me on Gabriola.
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