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108 Ct Pink Diamond
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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It could be a bit brighter pink, but I'm sure it'll see it's value at auction.
Link: https://www.earth.com/news/giant-pink-diamond-from-lesotho-is-among-the-largest-ever-found/
Sew Torn
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Which was a curious recommendation from a neighbour (Kramer) - about a Mobile Seamstress who happens across a drug-deal-gone-bad and sees a chance to escape her life.
The absurdity kind of makes it, and the fact that I'd seen a couple of clips on Facebook Reels, and it's ridiculously high reviews on Rotten Tomatoes, but - well, curious, but ...
Ariadne again, in a different world.
What struck me most was that I couldn't reconcile the accents, actors, props & scenery. That, from the reviews I read, was the intent. It succeeded.
Anyways, one more permutation of the human experience imagined, lived, and now thankfully gone.
Bugonia - Yorgos Lanthimos
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Fine, but a rather predictable remake of the 2003 Korean film "Save the Green Planet".
I rather preferred Yorgos before he got picked up by Hollywood, his satire since then has rather lost it's edge.
The original film - which I watched immediately afterwards - while far more brutal and torturous to watch - kept more of the value.
Days Off, Homeless, Misc Other...
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The restaurant still insanely busy, but Burger month is wrapping up so there's hope for a little more peace of mind.
Wednesday, head out of town, head down, scouring the beach for arrowheads. All this lousy weather and rain should have brought something to the surface.
The bus, I planned poorly and was trapped in Balfour for 4 hours. A dismal day, but with the head down and focus it passes quick. I find a few good flakes, and a couple micro-blades, but no arrowheads. And that ends the season until after the spring floods.
Thursday, I make Salsa, it baffles be that of all the salsa's I can buy in the store, the "Fresh" and "Spicy" and none of them are either. So I make a huge batch, 2 litres, and then get hungry and eat it all. In other ways productive, list my computer for sale, clean out the closet of old clothes, sort them into "Boring Work Clothes" and more interesting fashion choices. This is an unending task, the purging of wardrobe, fortunately socks/underwear sort themselves out, and as they thin themselves I can make better choices in organizing my wardrobe.
Laundry, done, make bed, really, I'm a prodigy of efficiency.
And that's it. Friday, work, insane, easily 3 turns on the restaurant, let alone the deliveries and to-go. I'm glad to see them finally succeeding, but...
Saturday, a more reasonable pace.
Then there's the homeless, a couple of whom were paid and showed up in the restaurant. The first, maybe not homeless, regular at the soup kitchen, perpetually high, we'll call her S****. I've seen her around, clearly lit and out for lunch, she came into the "ole cock & suck" and ate, drank once before, couldn't pay, left an expired drivers license as security and never came back. Which is how I know her name. Confirm with her she can pay, she's actually "Plausibly" dressed, not "stained" in any of the ways you expect the street people to be.
Of course this day, the day she has money, she's a little demanding but...well, I'm not her server.
Saturday another one, older, my age? Older? Bent double with the fentanyl stoop, has cash, can't decide what to order, his shopping cart, filled to overflowing, is parked just outside our door. We feed him, courtesy of the restaurant, miso, rice, but he just mixes it all up, doesn't eat it, he's an adult toddler. But talking to him, hunched over the table, no conversation possible so decrepit is his state, can't decide what he wants to eat, I notice he has beautiful blue eyes. Somewhere he's in there. And I notice as well he's dyed his hair, moustache and eyebrows, and I wonder at the state of mind that sees one perpetually absent, homeless on a night with a bitter wind and chill, and worried about how one looks...
And today, again off, hit the flea market and saw my belongings for sale, my cuff-links, ties, scarves, bow ties, jackets, the way Michael's put it together make for a pretty interesting stall, and as I pretend to browse notice that they're getting some traction...
And there is the day so far. Now, time for a nap, then out to hunt for some food or bite to eat. Finished watching "Bugonia" last night, currently watching the source material - 'Save the Green Planet' - will review them together when I'm done.
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