Celtic knot bread and Twin Peaks
Jul. 23rd, 2013 10:36 amRick and I had a Twin Peaks night, and he brought Celtic knot bread as a snack. Because we know how to live right.

We're on the third episode of Twin Peaks now. The show is slightly younger than I am, and it's surprising how old it seems. I don't mean only that they don't have computers or cell phones or any of that, but more the way they act: that, for instance, when Donna's new boyfriend comes to dinner, she's wearing a long dress, and he's all head-ducking and deferential to her parents.
It seems like a more formal society. I had the same feeling when I watched Murder, She Wrote: that the relationships between men and women are ritualized, in a way - and that if they have any emotional closeness, these relationships always seem to be either familial or sexual.
In other news, Dale Cooper is officially the weirdest FBI agent ever. He is strangely obsessed with doughnuts and pie ("Do you feel a sense of kinship to him?" Rick asked; it's a running theme that I am obsessed with dessert), and he never stops smiling, and he keeps dictating his notes to someone called "Diana," who I think is probably a long-suffering staff of transcribers who groan whenever they have to type up Agent Cooper's ramblings about coffee, and Rick thinks is probably a dead girlfriend.
We are agreed that this show may devolve into an exploration of Agent Cooper's psychological breakdown. We shall see!

We're on the third episode of Twin Peaks now. The show is slightly younger than I am, and it's surprising how old it seems. I don't mean only that they don't have computers or cell phones or any of that, but more the way they act: that, for instance, when Donna's new boyfriend comes to dinner, she's wearing a long dress, and he's all head-ducking and deferential to her parents.
It seems like a more formal society. I had the same feeling when I watched Murder, She Wrote: that the relationships between men and women are ritualized, in a way - and that if they have any emotional closeness, these relationships always seem to be either familial or sexual.
In other news, Dale Cooper is officially the weirdest FBI agent ever. He is strangely obsessed with doughnuts and pie ("Do you feel a sense of kinship to him?" Rick asked; it's a running theme that I am obsessed with dessert), and he never stops smiling, and he keeps dictating his notes to someone called "Diana," who I think is probably a long-suffering staff of transcribers who groan whenever they have to type up Agent Cooper's ramblings about coffee, and Rick thinks is probably a dead girlfriend.
We are agreed that this show may devolve into an exploration of Agent Cooper's psychological breakdown. We shall see!