Mifune

already. again. time trips. winter deepens. flights with roaring tailwinds from the north, arriving here in half the time. on the plane again with Juha. talking about Kurosawa and Mifune. can’t tie my hair back like Mifune anymore. short, shorn, shattered. and Kurosawa is dead now. teevee. and waiting for Sanna to get back from work. working late. neoscenes occupation project 1 labors my patience and my brain. technical problems in that nether world of Lappish hot networks. what to do? at least the audio will happen, but what about the video? well, always IRC to play with. as long as the firewall is down! burning bridges and knowing what is happening. Tommi points out that the Chinese look at the world this way — that may you live in interesting times is considered a rather onerous curse. we are then accursed! period. oh hell, I do and don’t consider the whole-ness of the world situation to be interesting and/or dangerous and/or prophetic and/or frightening. what could be done anyway? end life? before it ends anyway? or simply live. Loki and MB go to Manhattan much against my sentiments. next week. well, another story.