Names of Whales

Mr. Updike. Pigeon Feathers is a beautiful little book which I've owned (via A.; actually, it's her book and mine only in a technical sense) for a few years and never cracked. I've been reading a lot of experimental stuff with my kids, so it's nice to come home to some beautifully crafted, classic short stories. The title story is my favorite so far.

Werner Herzog's Encounters at the End of the World. Normally I am bored by nature films, but Herzog's take on Antarctica is so visually stunning and generally interesting, I actually stayed awake for 3/4 of it. (That may not seem like the biggest vote of confidence, but I pass out around 8:30 p.m. these days.) Pictured is a diver underneath the layer of ice on the ocean. Insane.

Eva Hesse, specifically a book about her drawings I've been reading.

It's a beautiful book with some great essays. I've always liked her work, but seeing the drawings gives me a whole new appreciation.

Nice.

Dark, thick, and 9%. Perfect for a crisp fall evening. Yum.

Gold Toe Socks. They're kind of itchy and make my feet sweat in weird way, but they're cheap and keep me toasty. And they have gold toes, which means you are rich when you wear them.

For some reason I'd never seen Jules and Jim. I think I thought I had seen it, because I assumed Jules was a woman and I'd seen Antoine and Collette and I think I got them mixed up. Anyhow, I grabbed this in a rush at the library last night thinking I had seen it already, and then was pleasantly surprised when it turned out I had not. Great movie.

Starts out all fun and games...

Gets kinda spicy...

(kinda spicy continued...)

People ride cool bikes and wear sweaters...

Things get weird and decisions have to be made...

Things get sad while people continue to wear sweaters...

Fin. I liked it. And I liked the sweaters.

Fall usually puts me in a mood for jazz, and this recent find fits the bill perfectly. I've heard few trumpeters aside from Miles Davis who can make a usually brash instrument sound so soft and sensual. Like the title intimates, this album is quiet, but not boring; melancholy, but not sappy.