ink pots and artistic fantasy

My hand is about falling off in this strange cramped way from writing out all of Garrett's song lyrics in pen and ink. That means a pen, and a bottle of ink. Dipping, like the old days. I insist upon this because, A. It looks much better, and B. I'm an old-fashioned grandma, who, EVEN AS AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD GIRL signed her letters with sealing wax, and a brass seal that said "K". (sealing wax doesn't really stay on paper that well, by the way).
This week is starting to be a "glass of wine a night" week for me. Nothing tastes better sometimes than green curry with tofu and the white cooking wine you gaffled from the fridge.
Oooh, stay on topic! Garrett can turn a phrase in an interesting way, and conjures images that are complex too:
"break it down on the kit man do a fill/ I get the chills the way your animal appears"
or
"all wind-washed, holy, tumbling down the sidewalk/ pictures picking up the dirt, soot, semen, pieces of my brain that hangs all noose-like."

See? Not so boring.

Also not boring in the least were the movies that I saw this weekend: "Serenity", which was epic and satisfied me on so many different levels (romance, fighting, witty banter, gunslinging, special-effects? check. Meanful characters? check. yay!) and basically my dream movie: "Mirrormask", which I saw last night with Mykle and Michelle. Oh god it was beautiful. Imagine this: You worship (very privately) an artist who illustrated the comics you and your best friend read starting in grade school, just the covers, mind you, not the whole thing. Thinking always that no one else would ever know about the comics OR even less the artist, you covet things he did and collect his work, completely oblivious to his rising fame and influence on pretty much the whole illustration world, especially where it overlaps with the field of computer art (a new thing in 1990, relatively). Suddenly, said artist and writer make a MOVIE, where you basically sucked into a whole WORLD that was designed and drawn and fashioned by this artist, and you can wallow in his beautiful and disturbing images for an hour plus. Jesus. That would be Dave Mckean.
Here's my favorite Sandman cover he ever did (I think):


Originally this post was going to be about MUSIC, and certain songs which you just HAVE to hear. Hahaha. So here is a perfect song (sort of sounds like Souxie):
Haiti by The Arcade Fire