I was pulling weeds from the bed long the fence. I had planted some potato eyes in the little spot in front of the asparagus bed and was meandering up removing grass and trash tree shoots. When I got to the blueberry bush closest to the potato patch, I looked up and found someone giving me the hairy eyeball.
I wasn’t sure he’d wait for me to get back with my camera, but he did.
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself-Well…How did I get here?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…
Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…
Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…
Water dissolving…and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?…Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!…WHAT HAVE I DONE?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…
Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…
Same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…
This was our first year to attend the RiverRun International Film Festival in Winston-Salem and we had a blast. We found an AirBnB apartment that is walking distance to 2 of the venues and each of us took a day off from work. We started with a 2:00 show on Thursday and finished at 8:30 on Saturday.
Nightingale This didn’t have any unexpected plot twists, but it is sweet and we got to see some of China from a different angle. We both liked it a lot.
Breathe In Not any surprises in this one either. I did keep hoping one of them would have better sense.
My Sister’s Quinceñera is similar in flavor to Ramin Bahrani’s films. It is a perfect look at what keeps people with bigger dreams in a small town. The family is Mexican-American, but the story is more universal than that.
Ida This is about choosing your life. It is truly excellent. I didn’t always know where it was going.
We didn’t see any shorts. That may be different next year because we are both fans of the form. Walking to a/perture was handy, but parking was easy at SECCA and UNC-SA. UNC-SA had us parking at the YWCA across the street and ran a 2 bus shuttle service. We didn’t see any thing at the Hanes Theater venue and it was the closest to where we were staying.
I am experimenting with how I prefer to grow sweet potatoes, this year.
Putting them in the ground worked. But, they weren’t as easy to harvest as the white potatoes are. A couple of the big ones broke when I was digging them out. So, I conclude that they aren’t as good a choice to plant in my NC clay as white potatoes. Also, the bed I used is next to the fence where the Round-up happy neighbor lives and they vine.
Among the gardening catalogs that show up toward the end of every winter, Chuck spotted Potato Grow Bags from Gardeners Supply. We we debated and pondered. I, finally, decided that it was worth trying them on the deck where the vines can wander through the rails and they won’t be in a brick when it’s time to dig them out.
We got 2 of the 18″ X 18″ bags and it took a full yard of dirt to fill each one. I put slips in the one on the left,
and half the potato with serious roots on the right.
In the ground, last year, I couldn’t tell if one way to start was better than the other. This should allow me to decide.
I told Miyazaki I love the “gratuitous motion” in his films; instead of every movement being dictated by the story, sometimes people will just sit for a moment, or they will sigh, or look in a running stream, or do something extra, not to advance the story but only to give the sense of time and place and who they are.
“We have a word for that in Japanese,” he said. “It’s called ma. Emptiness. It’s there intentionally.”
Is that like the “pillow words” that separate phrases in Japanese poetry?
“I don’t think it’s like the pillow word.” He clapped his hands three or four times. “The time in between my clapping is ma. If you just have non-stop action with no breathing space at all, it’s just busyness. But if you take a moment, then the tension building in the film can grow into a wider dimension. If you just have constant tension at 80 degrees all the time you just get numb.