Notes Towards a Prolegomenon to Any Future Metaphysics
Whatever happened to my favorite eccentric Welsh pop group of the 90s, Gorky's Zygotic Mynci? (And you have to love that name, which makes for a real conversation-stopper during those tedious musical discussions.)
Next, a moment of contem-plation in awe of Cavalcanti's disturbing 1945 master-piece, Dead of Night.
Stephenesque and other members of the small but discriminating sect of Val Lewton may wish to browse through these pages. Others will surely want to view the movies first.
Bracing news from the romantic courtship front:
Now they tell us.
And, finally, today's hats.