With everything else going on in our lives it's taken forever to load the little one with what I want and need, and then get it set-up the way I want and need. This has been unnecessarily complicated by Windows 10 deciding to update with a load of applications and 'creative' things that I never use and just get in the way, which its done for both my laptops now. It takes over 2 hours to update, which made updating more than inconvenient. Afterwards, which was much more difficult for someone as unskilled and non intuitive as myself, I had to go in and rid both of them of memory eating irrelevant stuff -- I don't play games, I don't design anything, I don't need special cursors, and so on and so forth.
|By the east side door, where entry is easier, because the front entry is jammed with tourists.|
The weather hasn't helped much, lurching as it does from damp, clammy, chilly and drear to brutally hot and polluted. The subways are packed and suffering from so many years of deferred maintenance. The sidewalks are jammed with tourists. When I get home, transfer the files from the afternoon to the Big Pooter, start dinner, all I can manage is to open the wine, put up my feet and stream some tv.
. . . . The most satisfactory viewing this month has been The Young Pope. Is Lenny Belardo - Pius XIII, the youngest pope ever, the first US Pope, a saint? Or, is he Christ returned? Or is he the worst retrogression to the days of the excommunicating, inquisiting, intolerant Latin Church popes, or merely a self-serving, unbelieving ambitious sort of which the Church appears to be packed? Or -- maybe, he's the devil himself? I still have 2 1/2 episodes to go, but, the way things work in this series, maybe I'll never know. They Say there's to be a second season, but Jude Law won't be pope. Who knows what that means.
Jude Law is co-producer with Paolo Sorrentino, as well as Pius XIII. Shot in Rome, or so it seems, it's sumptuous, but it's also topsy-turvy, almost surreal many times. Many scenes are spoken in Italian, only so unless one has a feature that allows for subtitles, this adds to unexpected turns that are always happening. Every time I think I've got this thing figured out, it reverses and goes sideways simultaneously, and sometimes even, literally, turns upside down.
Jude Law is brilliant, though one occasionally feels Law himself has been, perhaps lamentably and unduly influence by Andrew Scott's Moriarty in the latest BBC Sherlock for some of his deliveries, in the tone of voice, shape of mouth.
More happily, one feels the producer was somewhat influenced for the opening title sequence by the lamentably never completed series, Rome’s brilliant animation of the graffiti of the end of the Republic.
In Young Pope’s case, it’s Jude Law’s Pius XIII strolling along the many great Renaissance painting of a gallery in the Vatican, each coming to life as he passes by.
This has been particularly fun to watch as this month, along with a history of the Capetians, I've been reading Absolute Monarchs: A History of the Papacy.
. . . . Other matters going on of import to us --
M's memorial has been given a date. The planning is finally getting to take shape.
We have learned that so far that the proclaimed changes for Cuba travel (which affect, let us not forget, only about 600,000 of the 4 million + tourists annually) won't affect Postmambo trips, as they alwaqys have been licensed group trips for the express and only purpose of culture and education, and the track record proves it. But it means that an individual or couple or group of friends no longer can invoke people-to-people and go. But it's been nail-biting time here in the casa. Will the you-know-whos destroy the business a second time? But so far, so good, knock knock knock on wood.
Anyway, tonight -- the rain seems to have stopped. Pasta and jazz first, then a friend's dance troupe performing at Roulette.