Three words one wished applied to more elected officials in this increasingly bizarre reality we share, yes?
I want to share a vintage film today. There’s a brave, clever, and remarkably capable character in it. I also found a thread of horror in it as I watched. I’ll reveal it below, so see if anyone else felt it.
Before I make the promised revelation, I’m going to deflate some movie magic, although possibly by replacing it with a different sort. The driving portions of the return home were accomplished not by remote control (none of that in 1908), but by the director and father of the child crouching on the floor of the car and working the controls.
No, the dog was not really driving.
But… HOW DID AN ADULT HUMAN FIT DOWN THERE?
That question leads into the horror that passed over me while watching this. Consider the shape of that car. Unenclosed. A mere upholstered bucket. In 1908, you would spend several minutes explaining the concept of “seat belt” even to an aviator. And yet… there’s a very small child propped into the seat, being driven hither and yon, a mere high-spirited lurch away from the pavement.
I don’t know about you, but I need to lie down and collect myself.
This week’s film is the start of a new series on Youtube, and I am specifically doing this to boost its bandwidth. The face you see below belongs to someone who hands out plenty of good advice about writing online, and I found this opening episode encouraging in much the same way his Twitter threads are. So, as the kids have no doubt stopped saying now, smash the likeand subscribe buttons.
The name of the series also tickles the hell out of me.
It will probably come as no surprise that I rather like Valentine’s Day, because I’m in a splendid long-term relationship with someone who shares many of my interests, and I hers. We follow, as closely as we can, the model of the healthiest relationship ever to appear on network television.
We occasionally argue over who fits which role better, inconclusively. She’s more likely to chat with a stranger, I like fencing far more than she.
Even during the single periods of my life, though, I wasn’t down on Valentines. The idea of a day devoted to expressions of affection, especially in the relatively uptight European and European-influenced society I live it seems a good one. So, before I run today’s educational film, I’ll just mention that there’s a lot of non-erotic forms of love, and if you’re feeling any of them, why not take today to express them?
Today’s pen, which I quite like: Parker 51
Today’s ink, from which I take a measure of satisfaction: Skrip black