A movie log formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews
"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Friday, December 5, 2008
The groundhog saw the shadows and liked what he saw, so my winter in the nursing facility is nearing its end. As soon as the two bureaucracies -- hospital and facility -- can iron out the details, I'll be back home, probably by Tuesday. The catch is that for the duration, i.e., as long as the lesion still shows up on the MRI, I'll have to go in every day (Sundays and holidays too) for about an hour of intravenous antibiotic. But hey, I won't be stuck in wheelchair central anymore, waked up every morning for a change of IV bags.