April 13th, 2013

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Uncle Boonmee Who Remembers His Past Lives

Uncle Boonmee is dying of kidney failure. He owns a farm in the rural North East of Thailand- among steep, bumpy hills that remind me of the Kentucky "knobs". The scent of his dying draws "spirits and hungry animals" towards him.

We are in a place between here and there, now and then- a permeable space. The ghosts come and go. Uncle Boonmee says his suffering is karma for having killed so many communists in his youth and so many insects on his farm.

A princess makes love to a talking carp.

After his death we return to a world of hotel rooms and karaoke bars. His relatives sit on the bed and watch TV. Or do they go out and have a meal? No matter; either way, it is much less real. 
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Lunch

Ailz has decided it's definitely Spring and therefore she's going to eat salad. I can't go that far. I think it's too cold to be eating stuff straight from the fridge.

So yesterday I made two meals- one for her, one for me. She had salad with a hard-boiled egg and cream cheese and I had a curry. Usually I put meat in our curries but since Ailz wasn't partaking I used potato in place of the meat. Ailz loves meat; I go along with her, but, actually, I'd rather do without.

Today we're meeting in the middle. We're having roast pork. She'll have it with salad and I'll have it with roast potatoes and apple sauce.
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Carel Fabritius: The Goldfinch



Fabritius was killed in the powder magazine explosion that devastated Delft in 1654- and most of his work perished with him. He was 32. This is his most famous painting.

He's one of art history's great might-have-beens. Something like 12 secure arttributions survive- plus a number of possibles, some of them previously attributed to Rembrandt. (Yes, he was that good.) Several of them- like the Goldfinch (which seems more like a work of the 19th than the 17th century) are remarkably bold and innovative. He trained in Rembrandt's studio and in his turn influenced Vermeer.