Sisters Go Bangles


I keep neglecting this post on The Puppini Sisters, and the universe keeps reminding me to write it up.

'The Rise and Fall of Ruby Woo' album cover with the singers and their instruments on an antique coach; Marcella Puppini, center, is displaying some décolletage

Back in March, during an episode of NBC's Chuck, I heard a rendition of The Bangles' "Walk Like an Egyptian" in the close-harmony swing style of The Andrews Sisters piped into the background and was smitten. I'd just been introduced to The Puppini Sisters — a trio formed in the UK in 2004 that actually consists of one Puppini and two friends, I learn from their Wikipedia entry and a short interview with Marcella Puppini that's cited therein. Marcella's catalyst was the great French animated film Les Triplettes de Belleville; further inspiration came from those Andrews gals, their antecedents The Boswell Sisters, and Marlene Dietrich.

Phils Bat Eleven


Phillies logo in dark red laid diagonally over Dodgers logo in dark blue, with baseball trailing speed lines in background and yellow comics-style burst suggesting that they have collided

You have to be wary of celebrating a single game too much when it only puts your
team up two to one in a best-of-seven championship series. At a certain point you can even get a mite self-conscious over a blowout, so you can only wonder how your team's hitters feel when they have to keep going to the plate those last couple of innings on such a tear — sure, they might not try as hard for extra bases when ahead by double digits, but they can't outright stop swinging. That being said, I found the Phillies'
11-0 rout of the Dodgers
tonight to be a hoot.

REM Brands


At least part of the origins of a dream of mine from last night are obvious: I've had Lost on the brain due to peeking in on Nikki Stafford's Rewatch of the show and lamenting that I still don't have time to participate.

The context of the dream was me reading about an upcoming film in Entertainment Weekly — yet instead of seeing the words on a page, I was seeing the action described
in my mind's eye, as if I had peered into Dumbledore's "pensieve" from the Harry Potter series. And that action was Matthew Fox, in his role as Jack on Lost, standing on the turret of a castle while a storm raged. Julia Roberts was playing a version of Evangeline Lilly's Kate or someone connected to her, but she was inside. Jack, in a suit and tie, shouted amidst the wind and rain about something being unfair; at one point he dumped the contents of an old-fashioned physician's bag over the wall of the turret.
I believe that the name of the movie was In Absentia.

I have vivid dreams and tend to remember at least one upon waking. Sometimes I'll recall others later when actual events jog my memory. They're usually not completely mundane or completely gonzo, but there are exceptions. On rare occasions I'll have dreamt a slice of life so ordinary that only later when reality contradicts it will I both remember the dream and realize that it was a dream. Last year during a nasty bout of the flu I dreamt of nothing but thick, syrupy pitch-black shapes moving around.

To Be Continued


the vertical colored bars of a SMPTE test pattern familiar to television viewers of a certain age

I am officially taking a break from the blog.

The world didn't end just now, and — despite my constant, pleasant surprise at the
fact that Blam's Blog has a number of actual "followers" — I don't imagine that my lack of posting lately has particularly frustrated anybody but me. Still, I'd rather make the potentially vain proclamation than just let the blog sit here, suspended and untended sans explanation, like another tendril of dead virtual kudzu.

While attention must be paid to some other aspects of my life, I hope and expect that
in addressing them I'll be able to return to the blog before too long with renewed pur-pose and organization. You might yet see a nearly finished review or a totally awesome link pop up here on occasion if things go smoothly. My sincere thanks go out to every-one who's stopped by so far.