One should never look at what one loves too early in the morning - the things we love are too fragile so early in the day, as fragile as the thread a spider is spinning at the edge of the wood.
From The Lady and the Little Fox Fur, Violette LeDuc.
The thing about the Dodo is that, well, it takes time to send you these little love notes, and sometimes Things Get Left Undone. What things, you ask? Well, we don't put off our watching the sky, or the creek, or the birds, but we do skip the dishes, the floors, the windows, and the yard. It's alright, they do pretty well on their own, especially the yard.
Other times, the Dodo staff are working on something that needs doing while I type here. Today, staff are painting the ceiling of the bathroom, so that I can send you this 'making of' film.'
May it inspire you to make a shadowed film of your own. Or, maybe today you will paint the ceiling and Get Things Done.
You remember a few days ago I mentioned cello music and I didn't want to forget to tell you to listen to this fine cello music here. My dj played a track called Things Fall Apart* a few weeks ago and I rushed right out to the internet and bought the whole production, called Reversal.
Some of you remember the night, so long ago, when I fell for the cello and its' player. To say I fell, to say I crushed on, as they do say now, is like saying, at the edge of the Grand Canyon, "Look, there's a little water carved depression in the landscape here."
This is family show, though, so I won't describe the feelings I have for a cello and its player, whomever they may be. Let us say that the way the cello and its player breathe together is shockingly intimate and to see it and hear it is a very fine treat.
* Which makes me think of Der Lauf der Dinge. A little more on the artists, right here. I am also thinking now of Things.
