Well, it's been a relatively productive weekend, despite the fact that I seem to be trying to get sick. It pissed rain this afternoon, but yesterday I mowed the lawn when the weather warmed up after some morning showers. The
ceanothus hedge out front is blooming, and I stopped mowing long enough to look at the many bees that had congregated in the hedge. It does seem to be mostly something like mason bees, including hornfaced bees but several other varieties as well, plus a couple of different bumble bees, and a much smaller bee too, even smaller than a honeybee, but with a similar hairless, striped abdomen. The ceanothus is a bee magnet, that's for sure. Hadn't seen half those bees in the raspberries.
I also finished a sercon piece about early SF for Rich Coad, grappling in the end with the evolution of the alien. It sucks, dang it, but writing actual criticism is a good break from personal journalism. Such as:
all you boys
lonely and drunk
on your kneesWhich is lyrics from LCD Soundsystem, "Us v. Them", and a good description of life for a fair few of us, or them, at least if I'm reading LJ correctly.
Have watched Hitchcock's
To Catch a Thief twice this weekend, once with meandering commentary by Peter Bogdanovich and Laurent Bouzereau. (Priceless moment: when Bogdanovich responds to the French Bouzereau's comment that
Under Capricorn was Hitchcock's only costume picture with, "The French think highly of it.")
To Catch a Thief has always been one of my favorite Hitchcock films, despite its determined inconsequence, at least partly because Grace Kelly is the only screen gem worth being stolen by, at least when it's Hitchcock's screening. Or as Cary Grant puts it, "You know, back home in Oregon we'd call you a headstrong girl."
(To which she knowingly replies, "Where in Oregon, the
Rogue River?")
Was that productive? Well, the bees were reproductive instead, I suppose. The mason bees in the ceanothus had big balls of orange pollen on their legs, and that's how plants have sex. Growing things are going to be happy after the heavy rain this afternoon, too. As for me, I'm happy to have finished writing, once and for all. Urgle. Hope I can fight off this bug.