Monday, July 30, 2007

The Uncertain, the uncanny

I was going to post something about this Times story set in Uncertain, Texas...then saw that Ingmar Bergman passed away.

What's the uncanny part? Well, at 12:15 this morning...I finished watching Cries and Whispers.

Footnote: The night before Saul Bellow died, I was at a wake, chatting about Saul Bellow.

Update: More magical thinking here.

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2 Comments:

Blogger Mollie said...

I've always been flattered when you mention me on your blog, but perhaps I should be wary instead. This is like a ghost story: if Ed expresses an interest in you, you'll be dead by morning! (Or does it only work if you're already really old?)

1:05 PM  
Blogger Ed said...

Don't worry, when you become an octogenarian, I will stop talking about you!

Until then, however...

1:41 PM  

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