In any informal description of a formal process, the word ‘should’ can be replaced by one of ‘won’t’ ‘doesn’t’ or ‘don’t’ with no change in truth-value.
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, one of the ways you could convince yourself that, despite every indicator to the contrary, you had some remaining spark of 'cool', was to read - and better to be seen and known to read - now-defunct music magazine Select . (Look at that list of attitudinising contributors!) And every self-respecting teen motorist had the chance to double down on my - I mean 'their' - Selectiveness by playing on their car stereo the cover cassette of the moment. They didn't always feel it at the time, but in hindsight these were seriously various. The cassette that most regularly did this work in my own personal highly integrated automobile sound system was Secret Tracks 2 , the cover cassette from Select May 1994 . And what a tour it was - introducing us at the same time to Saint Etienne, Oasis and Echobelly. But most of all for me, most lastingly of all, was 'The Key', from Kristin Hersh's Strings. Hersh had happened to the U...
Having now watched Denis Villeneuve's Dune and had a night's sleep, some reflections in the form of one-ish-liners my brain decided it liked. I will add to this as more occur to me. NB: Dune lives rent-free in my head, and has for decades. Like everyone who read Dune as a 14 year old, I wrote a 30k word fanfic sequel to Chapterhouse Dune because I was pissed off about how Darwi Odrade and Taraza got treated. In other words, I am invested . One: this is nothing like the book in my head. Two: this is almost perfectly what the book in my head should have looked like. (See 19 below.) Three: Where is the pug? Four: I thank a benevolent universe for the absence of Weirding Modules. I mean. I cannot imagine how Lynch would have equipped the Honoured Matres. Actually I can. Now I need a bath. Five: this rattled through at a cracking pace, compared to the book. Six: the guy I saw it with fell asleep halfway through because it moved so slowly Seven: It's a wordless a...
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