I finished reading this book on a plane to Amsterdam and in the end, it felt right to be reading it in aviation-land. It’s an airport read. I got what I wanted from it in that it gave a little bit of insight into the Russian media and political landscape of the 00s. I learned some new names and had my memory of others reinforced. That said, there’s a bit of self-aggrandising in here and there’s not a little bit of misogyny. Maybe that’s authentically what a slightly mercenary TV producer in Russia sounds like, though.
I like a movie that gets out of hand like this. I’d forgotten until the opening credits that this was Ari Aster. Its marketing doesn’t have the trappings of the horror genre because the setting doesn’t have those traditional elements either. But this is definitely horrific, and effective. Its ideas are right on its sleeve but it still has interesting enough things to say about them that it works. There’s a streak in me, and I see it in others, to find the major questions of our time just aesthetically lame and to not want them to appear in my art for that reason. Coronavirus,screens and online radicalisation, fascism, division, all that crap is what I’m talking about. Nobody wanted to see a Covid movie for a long time and the first scene of this movie hits that point hard with a conversation about literal face mask policing.
Watched as part of a triple-kino weekend in dark, freezing Berlin. This one at Rollberg. Maybe that contributed to our dislike; we always resent walking past Passage and having to climb the hill to the ugly shopping centre.
We both hated the ending. It was visually poorly executed and seemed like a reshoot, sound stagey, VFXey mess. It was also not really earned. Why is she tearing pages out of her notebook? She was never writing! Was it real or a fantasy or a delusion? Who cares.
This went straight onto the Bad Smart People book list. I did find Midge in particular kind of absurd, like an even more extreme Thérèse Raquin, but I suppose we’re meant to find her ridiculous.
We both suspected that she really was an alien at different points during the movie.
When Teddy exploded in the wardrobe, I wondered for a moment whether either he’d detonated the vest on purpose in an attempt to kill the aliens on whatever ship he thought he was being teleported to, or she’d somehow triggered the vest to trick him. The latter theory was ruled out by the fact she probably wouldn’t have done that in her actual teleportation wardrobe.
Housing has two economic functions. It is a consumption good – it provides shelter – but also an investment. In relation to the latter, it can be a financial asset providing realised and unrealised capital gains and rental returns; a source of collateral to support borrowing; and an efficient store of wealth. The demand for housing as an investment can impinge on its function as a consumption good given an inherently limited supply of housing and land in desirable areas.
With around 5.5k cases annually, self-harm is one of Wales’ top 5 causes of hospital admission.
It’s clear that our mental health is shaped by social and economic factors. For example in England, adults in the most deprived areas have higher rates of mental health problems (26.2%) than those in the least deprived areas (16%).
In England, the suspected suicide rate was 11 per 100,000 in the 2 years up to January 2025 — 17.4 per 100,000 in males, 5.0 per 100,000 in females. The rate among unemployed people was 126.7 per 100,000. Men are around 3 times more likely to die by suicide than women — a gap that has widened over time. Women were more like to report a suicide attempt than men and just as likely to have suicidal thoughts.
This really reminds me of being a certain age and experiencing the culture as remixed in Tumblr posts and usernames. It’s kind of a series of poses in tableaux. It was made to be clipped, GIFed and posted to Tumblr with “ugh, this.” as the caption. Which is to say, I like this short film and it reminds me of a much simpler time that I thought was complicated when I was living it.
At school I luxuriated in not trying very hard and doing alright anyway. Teachers called me “gifted” – a term that was, incredibly, written into education regulations at the time. They also called me lazy, insisting I had untapped potential if I would only apply myself.
Now I’m thirty going on thirty-one, almost a decade into a career with which I have a fraught relationship. I want change, and to get it I need to grow. Materially, I need to learn things: languages, skills. This year has been about discovering how much learning potential I’ve lost since those school days. What would have snapped into place effortlessly as a kid now refuses to take hold. My work ethic has improved a hundredfold, but my ability to learn and think has degraded even more.
