
It rained all day yesterday, so I stayed guiltlessly sedentary, venturing forth only in the late afternoon to buy chocolate & a mandarin orange Jarritos at the Hannaford’s in Walden in an effort to coax back my appetite.
Jarritos is the only drinkable soda in the world.
In between Remunerating, I watched Fellini films. Toby Dammit (brilliant); La Dolce Vita (brilliant.)
I remember watching La Dolce Vita back in the Jurassic and not getting it at all.
Satyricon and Giulietta degli spiriti were the two Fellini films with which I was most familiar back in the Jurassic. I’d been on acid when I saw those films, so as far as I could discern, neither had a plot, they were just image collages, and I naturally assumed no Fellini movies had narrative structures.
I was a bit astonished yesterday to discover La Dolce Vita has, in fact, a very complex narrative structure, somewhat like the narrative structure of Joyce’s Ulysses, but divided into seven days & seven nights (like the seven hills of Rome.)
It’s really quite an amazing piece of work, occupying that space between the mundane & the archetypal.
I think it was from Felllini that I learned the vulgar & the sublime share a narrow bandwidth.
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Today, the ground mist is hunkering down in the hollows, but the sun is supposed to come out later this morning. It has turned quite cold, temps in the 50s. Nonetheless, I will bundle up & go out tromping after I’ve Remunerated for a few hours.
Iggy has turned cordial again. I think Iggy is cordial in inverse proportion to the degree to which I ignore him.
And the Feliway is working: the kiskas are still half-heartedly hissing at each other every once in a while, but on the whole, they’re amicable. Right now, they’re sleeping only a few inches apart on my bed.
Iggaway
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