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alonewiththemoonPan loves his carnivore care very much. He eats most of it from a big plastic dropper and then licks the dish it was mixed in clean. This gets carnivore care on his whiskers and chin. Most ferrets--the vast majority of ferrets--would just wipe their whiskers on the floor, but not little Pan--he trots over to the towel I had been using to keep carnivore care off my work clothes and wipes his chin and whiskers very carefully on the towel. So very Pan :)
Seti definitely knows something is up and seems a little sad. He's also getting quite plump with nobody to chase him around, but M and I are trying to give him as much playtime as we can (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lepidosiren, any time you want to come chase him all around, you're more than welcome!). Yesterday he bumped at Pan with his nose in an invitation to play, and it was so sad to see Pan just sigh, and Seti look confused. This will be rough for all of us.
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I heard on the radio yesterday that there was a possible mountain lion sighting in Acton. That's pretty cool. Although that's easy for me to say, not living in Acton. Though I'm sure I've been near coyotes in Arlington and just not known it, since there's a regular population of them at Alewife.
I watched an intriguing movie last night: Mysterious Object at Noon. The movie starts (after a lot of long slow Herzogian camerawork traveling through I think Bangkok's back streets) with a young woman telling her own very sad story. The filmmaker prompts her to tell another story, one that she can make up if she wants. She begins the story, and we see actors performing what she is narrating. Cut to another narrator, adding to the story, and then the actors perform more of it, and so on. Partway through a troupe of singing actors perform the whole story as developed to that point in song and dance, and then the audience members pick up the story from there. It seems to take place in several times at once. It's black and white, or somewhat sepia toned--I know pretty much nothing about film, but it looked like old film stock to me, grainy with occasional scratches and some frame-flicker. At first the film crew hide their presence as much as possible, but eventually they all end up on camera (kinda begging the question of who was filming at that point). It's the kind of movie you have to be in *exactly* the right mood to see, which fortunately I was last night. It would be very easy for this kind of film to cross the line into self-indulgent, but somehow it always saves itself. (Obviously I am more in the camp of the first three reviewers at Netflix)
It might have been the location of the film in Thailand, but it reminded me very much of the cinema verite ethnographic films made in the 60s and 70s, where nothing much ever happens and native peoples look vaguely nervous but sometimes engaged as they try to ignore the film crews and pretend that life is normal. As an undergrad, I was part of the Ethnographic Film Group at my university. Three of us undergrads more or less inherited the club from some graduating seniors, and managed to keep getting funding every year to rent ethnographic films (a more difficult proposition in those days than it would be today) and show them on campus. We counted ourselves very successful if more than ten people would show up for any given film, including ourselves, but sometimes we would have professors do special lecture events, and those were fairly well attended. So I probably liked Mysterious Object at Noon as much for the memories it evoked as for the film itself, but that seems entirely appropriate given the surrealist nature of the film.
Seti definitely knows something is up and seems a little sad. He's also getting quite plump with nobody to chase him around, but M and I are trying to give him as much playtime as we can (
lepidosiren, any time you want to come chase him all around, you're more than welcome!). Yesterday he bumped at Pan with his nose in an invitation to play, and it was so sad to see Pan just sigh, and Seti look confused. This will be rough for all of us.--
I heard on the radio yesterday that there was a possible mountain lion sighting in Acton. That's pretty cool. Although that's easy for me to say, not living in Acton. Though I'm sure I've been near coyotes in Arlington and just not known it, since there's a regular population of them at Alewife.
I watched an intriguing movie last night: Mysterious Object at Noon. The movie starts (after a lot of long slow Herzogian camerawork traveling through I think Bangkok's back streets) with a young woman telling her own very sad story. The filmmaker prompts her to tell another story, one that she can make up if she wants. She begins the story, and we see actors performing what she is narrating. Cut to another narrator, adding to the story, and then the actors perform more of it, and so on. Partway through a troupe of singing actors perform the whole story as developed to that point in song and dance, and then the audience members pick up the story from there. It seems to take place in several times at once. It's black and white, or somewhat sepia toned--I know pretty much nothing about film, but it looked like old film stock to me, grainy with occasional scratches and some frame-flicker. At first the film crew hide their presence as much as possible, but eventually they all end up on camera (kinda begging the question of who was filming at that point). It's the kind of movie you have to be in *exactly* the right mood to see, which fortunately I was last night. It would be very easy for this kind of film to cross the line into self-indulgent, but somehow it always saves itself. (Obviously I am more in the camp of the first three reviewers at Netflix)
It might have been the location of the film in Thailand, but it reminded me very much of the cinema verite ethnographic films made in the 60s and 70s, where nothing much ever happens and native peoples look vaguely nervous but sometimes engaged as they try to ignore the film crews and pretend that life is normal. As an undergrad, I was part of the Ethnographic Film Group at my university. Three of us undergrads more or less inherited the club from some graduating seniors, and managed to keep getting funding every year to rent ethnographic films (a more difficult proposition in those days than it would be today) and show them on campus. We counted ourselves very successful if more than ten people would show up for any given film, including ourselves, but sometimes we would have professors do special lecture events, and those were fairly well attended. So I probably liked Mysterious Object at Noon as much for the memories it evoked as for the film itself, but that seems entirely appropriate given the surrealist nature of the film.
