Bernard Herrmann: Diary, 3/12 to 3/14/22

Donation to Truthout; Hemlock Club meeting; “Kiss me”; dream of a belly dance; social media and depression; favorites on You Tube; Bernard Herrmann, my favorite; Beauty and the Beast 1987; books; Mckenna Grace again.

Alfred Hitchcock and “dozing” Bernard Herrmann

Copyright 2022 (text only) by Alan Carl Nicoll
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{3/12/22}

Posted to the blog, yay!  Hemlock Club today, yay!  Had a long conversation last night with Nog, yay!  Had a long wrangle with Pablo last night, boo!

About to do some writing, wish me luck.  Or, since you’re not here, I’ll wish myself luck.

Subscription to Truthout.org

Checked my email before leaving the laptop and found one from Truthout.org, which I visited recently to read and print interviews from Noam Chomsky.  The email said that they’ve lost their account with Facebook and another platform, reducing their traffic by 80%.  This is intolerable, or at least mildly annoying, so I signed up to send them ten bucks a month.  This is large enough to be useful to them, and small enough to be almost invisible to me.  I’m putting the above screen capture here so “I’ll always know” how to discontinue the donations if/when I ever want to.

From my “Reader”:

How my last entry looked in the “Reader” app of WordPress

Now, off to do some writing.

Did a little writing, went to the HC meeting, enjoyed it a lot.  We held the meeting on the patio at Panera Bread, not quite among the trees and birds.  Jennifer and Madelyn visited with us often, and Madelyn stayed half an hour after her shift to sit and talk.  She’s twenty and pretty and smart, what’s not to like?  Jennifer was persuaded to steal a cinnamon roll for me, which I shared with Pablo.  At the bus stop, as or after hugging Nog (he’s a big fan of hugs, which he calls “vitamin H”), I said, “I was going to say kiss me you fool, but decided not to.”  He was amused.  It was something I had been thinking about for a couple of days—why?  I don’t really want a kiss from him, though I do love him.  Platonically.  The writing I’ve been doing, my “love fantasy,” encourages such thinking, I’m sure.

I told Madelyn I had a book for her; I was thinking of the “irreplaceable” Encyclopedia of Doris by Cindy Crabb.  I should also take her the French language CDs I have, since I never use them.  I also told her I’d give her a list of books that I want to get rid of, because of the usual shelf overload.  Better they should go to someone who wants them, than to be donated somewhere.

My blog has gotten eighteen views this morning, from eighteen visitors—much more than a normal day even when I post something new.

{3/13/22}

Had a dream about the first belly dance on the moon, i.e., by an astronaut.  I can’t remember any details; there were people doing things in preparation, and I never actually “saw” the dance.

Something from Neuroscience News: “Researchers link photo sharing on social media with increased depression risks. Depression symptoms that required treatment more than doubled by the third wave of the COVID pandemic in those who routinely shared photos via social media.”  Follow the link for details.  I used to post these on Twitter, but I am no longer on Twitter and I don’t regret it at all.  I spend more time on other things, mostly not on the Internet.

One of my favorites on You Tube is to study ASL (American Sign Language); here’s “100 signs in five minutes” (link).  If that’s too much, try “My Smart Hands” (link to their playlist, though it’s only eleven short videos).

Jocie B. has a face and manner to love, if you’re susceptible to female charms.  Here’s the link; “ASMR friend pampers you” is the title.  I’m not much affected by ASMR, but I am very susceptible to said charms.

I’m thinking that I should take a printout of my diary entries to each HC meeting.

{3/14/22}

I see that You Tube could take over your life, like other free amusements on and off the Internet.  Today I watched a Bernard Herrmann bit of music for the Twilight Zone episode, “Little Girl Lost.”  The video did not show the TV show, unfortunately, though a few stills were provided—I didn’t recognize the scenes shown.  The music was pretty typical Herrmann, reminiscent of Journey to the Center of the Earth (lotsa harps) and Fahrenheit 451.  Herrmann is apparently my favorite composer, based on hours spent listening.  Possibly Wagner or Puccini might come close, since I’ve listened to and watched their operas numerous times; but then, I’ve also seen movies multiple times that had Herrmann’s music, so, never mind—he’s the hands-down winner.  If you don’t know his name, you undoubtedly know the movies:  many by Hitchcock, including Psycho, Vertigo, and North by Northwest, also Citizen Kane and any number of sci-fi/fantasy classics from the fifties through the seventies, plus TV shows in addition to the one mentioned.  A very prolific composer who also did concert pieces, including one symphony and an opera, Wuthering Heights, which I like a lot but no longer have a copy of.  I don’t listen to much opera these days, though I have maybe a dozen on CD.  I was looking for the soundtrack of Journey to the Center of the Earth, which is available for twenty bucks—maybe next month.

Also watched a short video about conjoined twins separated, and did a lot of browsing of titles & my subscriptions.  I may have watched other things, now forgotten.

Earlier this evening I watched the final episode of season one of Beauty and the Beast, the TV series from 1987-90, probably my favorite episode.  I adored the series at the time, recorded the episodes on VHS, and bought the soundtrack CD which also had tracks of Ron Perlman reading poems.  I later sold it for $50, if I remember correctly, probably a $30 profit.  I can’t imagine what it goes for today.  Watched the first episode of season one a couple of days ago.  The series has some weaknesses, but if you love “hopeless love” stories, you might want to give this a try.  Costars Linda Hamilton of Terminator series fame.

Went to the library and the bank and grocery shopping today, chewing up most of my free time.  I had five items on hold at the library; nothing particularly notable—one by Matt Taibbi and one by Pema Chödrön (copied that following a Google search), and the Sanditon PBS miniseries (“Masterpiece Theater”).  I read Jane Austen’s Sanditon some years ago; I don’t recall whether it was just the part she left at her death, or if it was completed by another hand.

Ordered some items from Thriftbooks today, primarily because Pablo wanted me to buy a book for him, Andrew Harvey:  The Direct Path; he doesn’t have a credit card or a bank account, so I handle his Internet purchases.

I bought a Blue-Ray of a movie that is unlikely to interest me much, except for the presence of Mckenna Grace as the star terrorized by “Annabelle.”  Though super-attentive readers might remember that I was briefly hooked on Chucky movies and the series that seems to have disappeared from my cable menu; a very silly series.  (Ms. Grace is the adorable costar in Gifted, reviewed here recently, with two stills.)  Also bought The Encyclopedia of Doris, an invaluable book, to replace the copy I’ll be giving away on Saturday, and Nothing That Meets the Eye: The Uncollected Stories of Patricia Highsmith, an author often mentioned here over the last month or two because I’m reading her Diaries and Journals.

Copyright 2022 (text only) by Alan Carl Nicoll
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