All Gone, Save One

While perusing etsy today I came upon these images of old cinemas, all abandoned except for Screen Cinema in Dublin, which is still going strong. Click on the photos for the links.

Hearth and Home

Spent the day fighting the blues by baking Linzertorte cookies and making a mix. Can't share the cookies, but I can share the tunes, playable above.

January Hymn :: The Decemberists
Welcome Home :: Radical Face
Take Us Back :: Alela Diane

Sim Sala Bim :: Fleet Foxes

Cinder and Smoke :: Iron & Wine

Angel in the Snow :: Elliott Smith

Paper Forest (In the Afterglow of Rapture) :: Emmy the Great

Wash. :: Bon Iver

Winter Beats :: I Break Horses

Your Tester Bunny :: Kyle Andrews

Cannons :: Youth Lagoon

In the Deep Shade :: The Frames

Boots of Spanish Leather :: Bob Dylan

Guyamas Sonora :: Beirut

Dear Avery :: The Decemberists

Fuck It, Dude

Best sympathy card ever? If you don't agree, obviously, you're not a golfer.

Tater Juice and the Devil's Brew

I inaugurated my snazzy new USB turntable today by downloading selections from this little gem, which can best be described as Kiev by way of Nashville.

Side 1

Shutters and Boards
In Heaven There Is No Beer

Mother May I

How To "Yak Ce Myish"

I Have Loved You So Many Years

I Can't Tell My Heart That

Side 2

Song Birds Are Singing
In The Green Woodland
When You Want a Little Loving
The Widow in the Green Woods
He Made You For Me

They Call It Moonshine

Still a 3D Square

For the first time in ages I went to the movies by myself, to see Hugo. I've had a fraught relationship with 3Ds latest incarnation; Avatar gave me a headache, and the curmudgeon in me asks, why is it necessary? Isn't 2D effectively 3D anyway? But I've been trying to keep an open mind, what with the likes of Werner Herzog and Wim Wenders trying it, so I sat down in the dark and gave myself over to Scorsese's try. And my mind isn't entirely changed. Young Hugo Cabret says in the film that a machine only has the exact number of parts it needs to work, nothing more; likewise, the 3D dimension often seemed an extraneous piece here. Scorsese's fairyland Paris is shiny and magical enough without the pop-up-book effects. So yeah, it's a bit of a clunky machine: it runs long, it's a bit mannered (that means you, Chloë Grace Moretz) and it often comes off like a PSA for film preservation. But screw all that, I was still totally in love with it. How could I not love something that clings as fiercely to film history as Hugo clings to his beloved automaton? And I have to admit, seeing Méliès fantastical world of mermaids and shooting stars and rocket ships, remade and replayed in 3D, took my breath away.