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ajhalluk has the best review of Brokeback Mountain I've read yet: First, although it is June, the sheep are all the same size. Surely Wyoming sheep are like any other sheep in this regard? Would they not have produced lambs during the lambing season (recently concluded), and would there not have been some half-grown sheep among those driven up to the mountain?

Oh, yes. Driven up to the mountain they are. They do not stray. They do not wander. They do not sit down on the job. They do not set out to find the only tarmacced road in the place so that they can practise their skill at ambushing passing cars. They do not suddenly decide that the other mountain looks much more interesting and they will send out a small expeditionary party to recce it. They do not, in short, indulge in any recognisable sheep behaviours. What we have here are the Stepford Sheep. The rest of the review is also brilliant along the same lines. (Link courtesy of kate_nepveu.)

The artwork of Jessica Joslin: bones shaped as though they were metal, metal shaped into bones. Marionettes with the skulls of birds and birds with spines of candlesticks; ivory, horn, umbrella fittings, old clarinets and shrubbery, filigree and glass eyes. Very lovely, very eerie.

This one's for oyceter: Page down past the chicken.

In other news, I had a very nice lunch today with yhlee and eredien at the No Name Restaurant, which I now know how to find, and which has very good, simple food-- the kind of place where the menu's written in marker, there is no vegetarian option, and the dishes are simply called 'Fried X' and 'Boiled Y', but where the seafood is so absurdly fresh and the cooking so absurdly well done that unseasoned fried shrimp becomes something to rave about. The chowder is very good indeed and has about sixteen kinds of fish in it, and the fried scallops on my seafood plate set a record by being the only scallops that I have ever liked. Ordinarily scallops have a faint bitter aftertaste to them, a tang in the back of the throat that I just can't tolerate, and these didn't: sweet and firm and juicy and no lurking ick.

And! And! I got to meet Yoon! Yoon is cool! *bounce* *bounce* And she lives around here now and yay.

Also on Friday much of the household went to see a really impressively interesting movie, but it was so odd that I think I'll give it a post of its own.

Also Thrud comes home tomorrow.