An enormously entertaining movie, great to watch during dinner, as there is a fair amount of eating going on in the film. The music’s good, the cast seems to be having great fun, and the plot’s complex.

Taking as inspiration a quote from Frank Lloyd Wright, ‘architecture is frozen music’, the group incorporates strings on a building-sized scale, video, dance, and vocals.

Normally I work in the area just off the kitchen, but in the evening, I move the laptop into a back room to allow others to access the excellent spot that looks out onto the garden.

I had forgotten the pasta cooking away, which is easy to do back here away from the sounds and smells of the food. It was this close from being an inedible mass, and was my last package of spaghetti too.

One mantis is eating everything I put into its home. The other has just finished molting, and is pickier. The two beetles are still there, and now fresh aphids have been plucked from new rose growth and added.

Of not having fixed meals in so long is going out to the garage fridge and finding bags of bell peppers, both red and green, cucumbers, and all the fresh peaches, nectarines, and plums that I was too sick to eat. And which I still don’t have any appetite for, unfortunately. Readers might be happy to note there will be fewer pictures from the farmer’s market this weekend. But wait.

I asked one of my favorite vendors Sunday when to expect real tomatoes, and his best guess was ‘two weeks’. His farm is in the Stockton area. I just used the last jar of home-preserved tomatoes for the spaghetti sauce.

Means there’s lots more time. But the downside being there’s also less energy to do anything with all that time. So far today, I’ve had most of three scrambled eggs, and half a cantaloupe.

For the first time in almost a week, I’m going to fix dinner, which will be spaghetti. What I’d really like is a Jamba Juice, which, if I don’t eat dinner again, I’ll go out and get.

koala: Yer tryin’ to bloomin’ kill me , ain’t yuh.
eucalypt: Yer tryin’ ter eat me down to the bloody root, ain’t yuh.
koala: I got ways avoidin’ the poison, ha ha.
eucalypt: Blimey! At least, no one’s tryin’ to get rid of me manhood.
koala: Me wot?
eucalypt: Yer reproducin’ glans.
koala: Now don’t yer go on about me privates, it’s soddin’ bad enough my bloody food talks to me. As if yer know bout these things.

By Jane Oliver .

I finished this a few days ago.

To my convalescing mind, this is just something I must have, and I’m not sure I can wait till September 30 to get one.

Of 10,882 large lakes, 1,170 have shrunken considerably, with 125 disappearing altogether. A new study shows that the permafrost beneath the lakes is thawing, and lake water is draining into the ground.

A former airman returns to the Air Force Arctic Survival Training School in Fairbanks, and learns a thing or two.