Just A Peck 0007 // APT, Pigeon Photographers, Forgetfulness

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WHAT I'M EXCITED ABOUT THIS WEEK



QUICK LINKS
- Julius Neubronner and his pigeon photographers
- Christopher Herwig's Trucks and Tuks (also his previous Soviet Era Bus Stop collection )
- The Cutaway Illustrations of Fred Freeman
- The forgotten meaning of "Jerk"
- How to build a medieval castle
- Bodoc's incredible cardboard sculptures
- Channel surf on virtual vintage TV sets
- The hero we need
JOURNAL

We saw six shows this season: Anna in the Tropics, The Barber and The Unnamed Prince, The Winter’s Tale, Fallen Angels, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and Tribes.



What I watched:
- Shin Godzilla (2016). Apparently Godzilla evolves through multiple forms like a Pokemon and his first form is Derp-osaurus. Nothing is scarier than the ineptitude of government officials.
- The Golem (1915). Iconic German Expressionist classic. Clearly an influence on Whale's Frankenstein. Some pretty clever in-camera effects. Inescapable antisemitism.
What I’m reading:
- Middlemarch, Eiliot
- Tusks of Extinction, Nayler
- Vineland, Pynchon
MEMORIES
Five Years Ago: While everyone was still on lockdown, Kaylee came up with a small business idea to help people send each other a little bit of love through the mail. She launched Kaylee’s Care Packages which kept her busy during her Covid gap year.

Fifteen Years Ago: We were beginning the “soccer season” of our parenting journey.

MY FAVORITE POEM OF THE WEEK
Forgetfulness
By Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Long ago you kissed the names of the nine muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue
or even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
That’s it for this week. Stay safe, friends. Thanks for reading!