Film: Black Doves

Black Doves
Netflix (6 episodes, 1 season (so far))
2024

This is a delightfully cast, fast-paced, violent spy thriller set in London. Opening with the executions of three people, we soon learn that Helen, the defense minister’s wife, lost her lover in this oddly connected set of murders. Helen is a very deep-cover (married to and has kids with her target) professional spy, and her need to know who killed her lover may involve her in something more dangerous than her own situation. Her former trainer, dear friend, and professional assassin with relationship problems, Sam, is tasked with keeping her safe and helping sort things out.

Handsome secret lovers (Andrew Koji smolders), female pairs of triggermen (“the term is gender neutral,” Sam explains), underworld thugs, unpaid debts, codes of honor, deadly meals in Chinese restaurants with good neon, a very pregnant woman executing a man in the street, gay architects with fabulous apartments, roommates bickering about tidying up and misplacing the rocket launcher – this held my attention, made me laugh out loud, and entertained me thoroughly. I enthusiastically recommend it if you enjoy violent yet humorous spy thrillers.

Art: Thoughts on Photographs

I wrote to my cousin about the fabulous Amy Sherald painting show at SFMoMA, and sent along the little collage of favorite impressions (link to my phone photo blog, above).

He wrote back, “!!! It’s like we viewed two different exhibits!?”

This raises a point I’ve failed to explain to friends. I’ll try to explain it here:

There is what things look like. This is often what we are trying to discover. Photography can capture this in great detail, and this is considered one of photography’s great strengths.

There is what things look like photographed, which is different than just how they look in real life. Yes, photos are representative, but a 1/1000th of a second image of you is just what you looked like during that fraction of a second – there is much that photo doesn’t capture. Depending on the weather, the season, the time of day, the tools you are using to take photograph, the resulting image is unlikely to match what you would see in person. It could be some tint of the sky, it could be film that records in black and white, it could be some other modification to color (through filters / film sensitivity / sensor range), or the fact that the image is recorded in a wavelength of light you can’t see naturally, and so on. This is also different than how something feels, or how it looks when it is moving.

There is what things look like photographed by specific artists. Artists are collecting and editing, which is an active intervention, active selection of timing / angle / light. Even documentary photography reveals the specific concerns of an artist, and carries their style and approach. (Berenice Abbott influences much of my thinking on this.)

And within that last category is of the subject: what the artist chooses to photograph. It’s not that my cousin didn’t go to this show: it’s that he didn’t look at the art the same way I looked at it. And by viewing my collage, he sees what I thought was important. He can see directly through my photos what was most interesting TO ME.

Do you see what I’m getting at?

Perhaps your first visit to a new place doesn’t provide the best example, because you might just photograph everything that feels different from home, and that might not reflect your longer term interests. What interests you on a second or third visit might be quite different. And that’s what I want to see. You might achieve this on a first visit, if you are looking at the world with your own priorities in mind.

Yes, social media is training people to only photograph themselves with the location being secondary. I get it. That’s fine, but once those obligatory images are out of the way, barring the need for proof of an alibi for a crime, you can show show me what really interested you beyond backdrops.

So, yes: my cousin and I went to the same show, and came away with very different impressions. And now he understands my view. He’s at another show, and when I see photos from that, photos which will NOT be a catalog of the show but rather pieces that interested him the most, I’ll understand even more deeply what he likes.

Photography can deliver this type of insights into specific, individual preferences, if we choose to let it.

Words in Ink: Diamine Forest Gateau

Deep red Diamine 'Forest Gateau" ink with the following text: eating / a fresh pomegranate / the deepest red / on my fingers / and face / sweetness / and the slightest / bitterness / on my lips. Original text by A.E. Graves.
Such a pleasant shade of red… This is Diamine Inkvent 2024 Black Edition “Forest Gateau” (4/25) a sweetly scented ink.

I bought the Diamine Inkvent Black Edition for 2024, an advent calendar in which each little window contains a bottle of ink. Each year Diamine invents new colors, releases them this way, and then produces full-sized glass bottles later. This is my second year of purchasing the set. Prior years were impressive and produced two of my favorite sheening inks (Polar Glow and Holly), and so the series has high expectations to live up to.

This year’s set is influenced by the popularity of very muted colors (mostly coming from Asia – muted pastel grays and browns especially), colorful particulate glittering inks, plus a few sheening inks.

Other Diamine fans posted ink swatches and art daily to show off the inks, but long working hours and my desire not to just be another form of advertiser meant I took time to write letters and journal entries with the inks and get accustomed to my favorites. I also finally accepted that my phone mutes the colors too much, and scanning is really the only reliable way to go. I’ll post small writing samples of these inks, and others of many brands in my ink collection, over time.

Life: Trying to Slow Down

What I want to do: write long letters by hand with fancy inks, and perhaps show off some of those inks.

What my writing arm wants me to do: NONE OF THAT.

This post brought to you by: ice (the frozen water) and Biofreeze, which are glorious relief for swelling when combined! Thank you, physical therapist, for introducing this combination to me!

I had to stay home for an in-person delivery today AND the weather is flat and gray. These two conditions moderated my impulses to run around frantically, trying to achieve a year’s worth of projects in a brief holiday break. But I still feel like a firefighter who should be firefighting? There’s plenty of that waiting for me at work when I return next week, but… but… Downshifting is easier when I’m traveling, as there are only travel-related things I can do.

This is something a bubble bath can fix, I think…

Coffee: Hire Wire’s Conscientious Objector

Image of the crema-like froth of the coffee while brewing; image of the pour-over device filled with dark, rich, brewed coffee
If you told me I would adore a medium roast made pour-over style THIS MUCH, I might not have believed you.

I have an almost religious identity as a French Press coffee person: I love the flavor that emerges from coffee when it has time to steep in boiling water without having a paper filter come between me and the oils. Our local roasters are so good that I also have a dark-roast-as-choice-not-to-hide-poor-bean-quality set of beliefs and tastes: gently dark-roasted coffee can taste RICH without bitterness. I have had over-roasted beans, and dislike those flavors; but a skilled roaster doesn’t go so far. In addition to my press, I have a single-cup pour-over device from a local fancy place, and use it for small servings, but am dissatisfied with the off-brand filters I’ve been using with it. I periodically have medium or (rarely) light roasts that I enjoy, especially when Ethiopian coffee has that almost blueberry aftertaste, but that can go too far for me, and I revert back to dark roasts in my daily habits.

And yet two things happened last week: my friend New K gifted me a bag of Oakland-roasted medium roast beans from Hire Wire, and I won a knockoff Chemex-style, paperless pour-over brewing kit at the gift exchange at work.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Conscientious Objector is at about the 70% mark on High Wire’s “roast intensity” scale. The beans are medium-light brown, but oh do they make a gloriously inky, opaque pot of pour-over.

This coffee, which High Wire notes will change seasonally and from crop to crop, is smooth, fragrant, flavorful, and delicious. I prepared it in my beloved French Press and enjoyed it hot (to most accurately compare it to my usual beans); I chilled some of the French Press, and enjoyed it iced; and finally, I broke out the new pour-over device, and ran sub-boiling water through the grinds while they got all creamy during stirring.

So GOOD.

I am eager for a cup every morning (and am on vacation from work, so I have a chance to make it at a civilized pace!). I brewed some during my mother’s visit and made her a sweetened version with almond milk; she gave up coffee decades ago, and claims she doesn’t even like coffee now, but loved it so much I made a multi-serving jar for her to take home with her!

Friends with great taste in coffee are great friends.

Life: Time for Drawing Abstracts

Right hand page of an indigo painted handmade paper journal with silver and white curved lines rising toward the right edge
Heavily sized indigo-painted paper is a nice base for white and silver acrylic inks from graffiti markers.

In addition to enjoying the remaining vast amount of food I prepared for guests, plus a nap I went down so hard for that I should have left a crater, I made time to DRAW LINES ON PAPER. It is so satisfying, it’s hard for me not to float away from the keyboard.

My fingers are covered with ink, and I’m relaxed and happy. [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.]

Life: Merry Christmas!

This German meme was just brought to my attention and I feel obligated to reshare it here Frohe Weihnachten

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— Niléane (@mastodon.nileane.fr) December 24, 2024 at 9:15 AM

Most of my friends in this time zone decided that 9am was the correct time to begin exchanging Christmas texts/emails, and I love them for it.

It wasn’t too early, it wasn’t too late, and I was already on the computer replying to one when the other messages arrived, so it was CONVENIENT.

Art: Iridescent Inflatable Fun

The whole ‘tornado warning’ puts a damper on this, but this is the last weekend of Let’s Glow SF, and a new thing I especially enjoyed at this light projection festival is the inflatable sculpture by Studio DAAO, shown above.

If you happen to be around and the weather lets up, it is worth visiting!

Life: TORNADO WARNING!?!?!

iPhone screenshot from 5:52 AM on Saturday, December 14th with the text of a National Weather Service TORNADO WARNING: "Emergecy Alert: National Weather Service: TORNADO WARNING in this area until 6:15 AM PST.  Take shelter now in a basement or an interior room on the lowest floor of a sturdy building.  If you are outdoors, in a mobile home, or in a vehicle, move to the closest substantial shter and protect yourself from flying debris.  Check media."
What Fresh Hell Is THIS?

My friends were texting. It is a rainy December Saturday after 5 AM, with lots of storm sounds, and they were commenting on the gusty winds. One of them shared a screen grab of a warning that a very intense weather front was coming in, filled with lightning and movement…

And then the phone SHRIEKED. Because a rain-wrapped pillar of swirling air was coming toward land in Daly City (the city just south of San Francisco).

Spoiler: the tornado danger passed, it was okay, I got live texts from the friend who had shared the warning as he sheltered in a basement, the local emergency alert service eventually also decided that, being late to the show, they should at least tell us it was over.

I had plans today, on the basis that a little rain isn’t a big deal, and I could still run errands. I am… rethinking all of those plans. I can surely… appreciate the INDOORS today.