All the snow everywhere has been pretty cool. See, I don’t mind nesting for awhile. It’s okay to be lazy. I love the snow but hate the salty slush which is its inevitable metamorphosis.

We watched Orson Welles‘ The Trial last night and I liked it even more than the last time I saw it. I think it’s right up there with Citizen Kane and Touch of Evil. It seems like his usual budgetary restrictions caused him to focus his creativity into discipline instead of sloppiness for once. Perfect cast too. All the post-production looping is a bit awkward, but maybe because the film is so dreamlike it doesn’t matter much.

We decided to just stay in tonight instead of go to Pars Cove, our original plan. Pasta. Finally get to open that bottle of Coppola Claret perhaps.

Politics? Shrug. I dunno if I can remember a time, recently, when so many people were “debating” so many irrelevancies with so many truly important crises towering over everything like so many elephants in the room. So, so, so.

Back to listening to Thelonious Monk.