Nothing Says Merry Christmas Like Slade

Merry Christmas Everybody - Slade

Sigmund and the Inflamatory Bowel Syndromes

Turns out, Sigmund got so bad he had to stay at the vet's office for two days. He had an ultra sound one day and an endoscopy the next day . Good news! He does not have lymphosarcoma - he has inflammatory bowel syndrome, which Dr. Murphy suspected all along. He gets prednisone in his ears twice a day (for 8 weeks) and he eats only hypo-allergenic dry food (for the rest of his life).

There were early signs - he was only able to eat Royal Canin's gastro intestinal canned food for quite some time. Everything else made him vomit.

Whew on that one!

Week in Review - 12-5 thru 12-11 - Sigmund is Sick

Can't seem to get Sigmund over whatever it is he has. If he eats anything other than Royal Canin Gastro Intestinal food, he vomits. But...he won't eat anything. He's been to vet several times - X-ray, blood work, urine test....nothing. There was a very tiny beginnings of a kidney stone, that may be making him mashy. He went outside yesterday afternoon and sat on the deck railing for a while, which I took to be a good sign.

Interviews this week - Scale Computing, indigo biosystems, and IU Health.

Friday night was Member Appreciation Night at the Indianapolis Art Center. Dan Cooper arranged for everyone in our Sketching Safari class to have up to three drawings on the wall @ the Indianapolis Art Center for a few weeks this month. Cool to pretend to be an artist, but it's really just pretending. I have a long way to go, but I am really excited about drawing again. Dan made the video below that contains some of the highlights of the Member Appreciation Night. Warning: this video contains a female cutting a couch in two with a chain saw, a transvestite lip syncing Christmas songs, and Gloria Fischer dancing.



Saturday night I met ex-work peeps @ Rock Bottom for drinkies. There was some sort of basketball game on the plethora of telly screens that most folks were looking at. Not a sports fan, I was clueless and really couldn't have cared less. I realized the highest score (say that like you're an alien) was switching between teams. Oh...it's IU vs Kentucky 0h...I see. I was watching when Christian Watford made his shot. The place went wild.

Off to the side there were 3 younger, slightly scruffy dudes drinking beer. Most dudes were dressed in ties and button up shirts. Their girlfriends no doubt dressed them. They looked like they belonged in Bloomington (non-City slicker area) than at the young Republican in training facility. I noticed large plastic things on the ground near them....are they Occupy Indy folks in for a drink? After a bit, one of the guys put on his tent. Yes, he opened up the tent and climbed inside. He'd written comments on the side in marker that I couldn't completely make out - something about Dick Cheney. I just squealed with delight. Some tie wearing dude got angry and everyone moved back to make way for the ensuing fist fight. I loved it! Talk about bringing out the animal in me...but alas...the tent-guys were asked to leave.

Melancholia

I saw Melancholia last night at Keystone and can't get some of the images out of my head. This is the latest from Lars von Trier of Breaking the Waves fame.

The film opens with very luminous images of what may be scenes from Justine's dreams. She's being dragged back by long sinuous vines in her wedding gown. She's slogging though a bog carrying a child. After about 10 minutes of dream imagery, we see Justine in a rather large stretch lim0 with her new husband on the way to the her sister Claire's rather large country estate house for the wedding reception and she is so happy! The limo is so large that the driver has trouble navigating the narrow twisting road to the country estate. An attack aimed at the wealthy? Things quickly devolve as Justine's clearly mad and clearly self-absorbed family display their true colors at the extremely expensive reception. Justine can't quit catching the star Antares out of the corner of her eye. The star disappears and the reason for the disappearance - the telluric rogue planet Melancholia, long hidden by the sun, has eclipsed it. Ahh...will it crash into the earth or pass by...that is the question.

I love the look of a movie shot mostly with hand held cameras; it's a much more pleasing style to me. I could not take my eyes off of Charlotte Gainsbourg. She reminds me of a young Patti Smith in some ways. I couldn't stop looking at her character in the Science of Sleep either.

My only complaints - I wanted to see much of Udo Kier as the wedding planner. Oh my goodness, what a delightful character! I wanted to see less of Justine in the wedding dress.

The nude scene of Justine by the river:



Reminded me of Javier Pinion's work: