rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


Painstakingly, the world is drenched, drop by slow drop. Hours have passed without a single downpour, but only this constant, dispirited drizzle. It is unworthy of the name Storm. Still, though everything is well soaked now, I'd like to see at least a brief deluge before the poor thing gives up and blows away.

The original 1956 version of "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" was on television last night. Creepy. I never get tired of that movie. Also, after I saw it the first time, I was never again able to go to Sierra Madre without feeling a little frisson of unease when I arrived at the intersection of Baldwin Avenue and Sierra Madre Boulevard, the location of that small, triangular plaza where one of the creepiest scenes in the movie was filmed. The 1950's linger there still.

The wordy little icon I'm using with this entry is called a minifesto, available here, courtesy of xach. Fill the box with your own text, submit, and download. It's only available in green, and the letters are pretty small, but it's still neat. I chose to use a short poem by Octavio Paz, called "Epitaph for no Stone." Now it's an epitaph on an LJ icon. Paz is probably turning over in his grave.

I do believe today is the Winter Solstice. Happy Winter Solstice.

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