Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 0420

RANDOM STUFF. This may turn out to be an even randomer than usual post, as it is cobbled together from little snippets I wrote throughout the month. I also insist on mentioning that the autocorrect function insists, every time, to fix stardate into startdate.  Pedro Almodóvar has been writing a diary of the COVID year…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 0320

Let’s call this the month when the proverbial shit hit the fan, and we’re still facing the weird realisations of what this ever changing new normal means. There is a flood of COVID-19 related information everywhere, and after a period of frenzied online activity, I have decided to restrict my doses of disbelief and terror…

Travels with Books- Part One

On the first of January, holed up at home with what, I now realize, was a moderate case of the ‘nice flu’, I wrote up a list of things I look forward to this year, including, naturally, travels. For more than a decade now years have been framed, punctuated, divided by travels. I have never…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 0220

My greatest achievement for the month of February (brace yourselves for a good one) was equaling my best score at Oscar predictions, primarily as I placed all my chips, like a risk loving poker player, on Parasite winning big- the best bits of the ceremony itself, which I perversely insist on watching live, were Bong Joon…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 0120

So, after almost a year and a half of decent discipline, I did it- skipped one procrastinator’s log, that is, procrastinated it so long that I finally decided it would be irrelevant. Not that it’s generally all that relevant, plus I could always blame the sinus infection for it. Which is the nec plus ultra…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 1119

November is a terrible month. Its Finnish name, marraskuu, comes from an archaic word for its very nature. The word, a cognate of the Latin mors, is death. Everything is wet, cold, miserable. Golden leaves turn into brown mush, rain turns into humid air, which in turn turns into smog. November, not April, is the…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 1019

As I am writing this, as always, very procrastinated procrastinator’s log in the evening (or late afternoon, but since winter is coming they’re fundamentally the same dark thing), it’s only polite that I should greet you with a warm good ebening. I will readily admit that I find this little compilation hilarious, while at the same…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 0919

So I decided I’d start this entry with a bombshell and confess that, as opposed to basically all of my friends and acquaintances who give a toss about cinema, I didn’t like the new Tarantino. (I am however not alone, and as such I quite enjoyed this mildly incendiary little piece by Paul MacInnes.) Nor…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 0719

In case July was supposed to be the football free month (though frankly, why would there be a football free month at all?!), then July failed grandly at it. And how could it not fail, when it contained the closing stages of both the Women’s World Cup and the AFCON. Confession time: it took me…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 0619

June is the month when all my best intentions for the year shambolically unravel: I fall behind with films to be watched, books to be read, music to be listened to. My self improvement plans, whatever they were, are hopelessly shipwrecked (this year: I have done none of the planned DYI home décor but have started…