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Netflix, Meh
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I'm at a friends for dinner, the final episode of "The Brothers Sun".
File under "Action/Comedy/Drama", but it succeeds in none of these. 8 episodes, 8 hours, for a big "Meh".
She's a bit of a pothead, and I'd always attributed her inability to accurately remember or describe any of these things to her 'bad habits'. But the more I watch Netflix, Prime, the other media so often hyped, and I realize that it's not her. It's the fact that the programming is so unutterably mediocre. With the exception of the "Ballad of Buster Scruggs", Coen Brothers, masterpiece.
Talking about kids, and someone I have to catch up with from when I was young, and I suddenly remember the series "Seven (7) Up", a longitudinal study of British Children that I'd mentioned on this blog some 14 years ago.
You can read my original review here: https://rodboyle.com/index.php/archives/reviews/film/the-up-series?highlight=WyJzZXZlbiIsInVwIl0=
OK. No Bird-Dog Video. But still...
I was impressed. I still am.
And by now there should be another 2 episodes for me (us) to watch.
So I put her on to it, and maybe she gets it, maybe she doesn't. But it's a fucking damned sight better than anything else Netflix is offering. We watch the first two episodes together. Oddly enough I remember them both. And I'm keen to catch up.
Janet Sobel
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The under-rated female abstract/surrealist that preceded Jackson Pollock.
I love the abstractions and color harmonies.
Read the Wikipedia on her here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janet_Sobel
the BBC: https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20220307-janet-sobel-the-woman-written-out-of-history
and a quick Google Image Search: Jane Sobel - Google Images
Garbage in, Garbage out
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And, as per the previous post, I unbox a fine stainless steel Bavarian pub-mount corkscrew. Brand new. It's quality, how to price, say $20.00, put it on the shelf.
Later in the morning a box comes in, full of that dirty pressed-crystal, vases, canape and olive plates, straight into the garbage, we get so much of this, hundreds of pounds of it per day, it never sells, none of it. Even the finer cut crystal is a hard sell, can't give that stuff away.
But in with the garbage there's another freestanding corkscrew, with a price - $5.00 still on it, my handwriting, I remember this from last spring or fall...
On a hunch I check, the fine stainless Bavarian Corkscrew has sold, somebody is organized, bought the clearly better one, re-donated the old one. Garbage in, Garbage out.
Garbage at the Thrift Shop
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4 days last week, keeping up with the flow of garbage so we don't get backlogged. And doing pretty good until Friday, when I went in and discovered some 30 large UHAUL boxes, an older lady slipped on the ice at Wal-Mart, brought to Kelowna to be with her family. So her estate was packed up, all of it, no room in the home for it all. And what a lot of shit she had.
Baking pans, maybe 50 counting muffin tins, all in good shape, some used once if at all. Every conceivable kitchen appliance. A hundred electric labour saving carrot slicers, radish dicers, cucumber spiralizers, blenders, mixing bowls, coffee mugs, brand new in the case, quality shit, for sure it'll sell, only, only we already have a hundred more just like them on the shelves.
And so it goes, and I'm wondering, how does one person have so much kitchen shit? I mean, how many baking pans do you need? And gadgets, do-dads, what-nots, many never even used, straight from the Wal-Mart to us...
I'm talking it over with a friend, baffled by this consumerism without end, and she explains it well. That as the Matriarch with everything she's probably stumped her kids, grand-kids, great-grand-kids for gifts, what to get the person with everything, and so the things she once liked are repeated endlessly without end, the inanity of custom demanding acknowledgement of every anniversary, birthday, Xmas, and so it piles up and up..
And yesterday, watching the cars pull up and unload their shit, more shit, more shit, boxes and boxes of stuff that will buy a little time on our shelves before heading for the landfill...
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