Whatever you can say about Rob Zombie, you can’t say he’s not a trier. But this, his first directorial effort after a music career soaked in horror fandom and imagery, well, it’s too self-conscious about its own recognition of the genre’s tropes to be as fun as it should be, and not nearly as deranged and affecting as the classics it’s blatantly homaging. The clusterfuck pile-on ending, too calculatedly crazy, is case in point. Still, at least he shows some visual flair, and an understanding of what makes a memorable shot.
Royal Canal Greenway in Dublin City: First details and images of full route
Looking forward to this, because it’s basically my route into town. It’s a fairly cheap investment, too, considering the landscaping they’ll be doing towards the Docklands end. But five months to complete the project? Considering the Castleknock-to-Ashtown section was delayed by four months over some bullshit land access issue for the electricity supply to the cameras and lights (which are pretty dim. as it happens, and virtually worthless), I think that’s a bit of a pipe dream. (Also, while the towpath’s closed I’ll have to use the roads into town, won’t I? I wouldn’t mind only that Dublin drivers are pricks until proven otherwise.) #·
Why “Eat Less, Move More” Is the Least Helpful Diet Advice Ever “Success doesn’t come from willpower, but creating a maintainable, positive feedback loop—a motivation machine that says ‘the results that I get out are worth more than the effort that I’m putting in.’ When it comes to staying motivated and sticking to your fitness program, this is the only thing that really matters.” Bingo. #·
Planet TV: Seoul Surfing
On some of South Korean TV’s mental programming, along with baseball taking after the Japanese. So it’s always been weird to me that pro wrestling isn’t a thing there. #·
I’ve had a nagging illness the past two weeks, sinusitis that started with the usual stuffed-up back of the nose but turned into an earache that made my jaw throb whenever I chewed anything bigger than a crumb, and a dull headache, with attendant surface tenderness, localised roughly in the same area of my skull. Not nice at all. So forgive me when I say the fortnight’s been quite a blur, of working and waiting and a missed solar eclipse, all around and in between that discomfort.
I’ve had it for something like 15 or 16 years now — the pound sign on the Hodges Figgis price sticker is a giveaway — and I was in the mood for a memoir/diary-type book to read, so I relieved this one from its tsundoku status in my bedside locker a few months ago.
Was it worth reading before seeing Apocalypse Now? I think so. I mean I’ve seen most of the film, in parts, and I know the gist of the story; it’s just that I’ve never sat down and watched the whole thing through. With perspective, I don’t think I was ready for it before — I certainly didn’t have the patience for a three-hour treatise on war and existentialism the night I first saw (some of) it — but I feel primed for it now, having read Eleanor Coppola’s thoughts on and around its making.
Week 705 was a quiet one. From Monday it was head down to the deadline at my semi day job, then a well-earned break on Wednesday afternoon involving a sunshine cycle to the park, where I met these deer. (I’m planning to return with carrots and my good camera on the next sunny day.)
In the meantime, my first album review in ages (not counting my round-up last month) went up on Thumped. There’s a few more in the works where that came from, though it’s still a challenge to sit down and just crank ‘em out, y’know? Still chasing my mojo in that respect.
Is it just me, or is there something really insidious about all these ‘binge-watching = depression’ stories popping up as of late? I’m talking about stories like this, which run with the results of a single, small-scale university study (red flags waving immediately, there) to patchwork a smothering quilt of consensus.
I cycled from home in West Dublin to Rathmines for the former screening, and that was a fairly pleasant ride, apart from the deplorable condition of what Dublin City Council would purport to be cycle lanes in the Islandbridge/Kilmainham area. That and the cycle home was into the wind, which had picked up a bit too much for my liking. But on the bright side, the fog has cleared from a new area of my mental map of the city.