Just another shot of a Monarch butterfly toiling in the neighborhood.

These moments give me joy.
Life on the Wicked Stage: Act 3
Musings on life, the theatre, technology, culture and the occasional emu sighting
Just another shot of a Monarch butterfly toiling in the neighborhood.

These moments give me joy.
Just a quick share of a shot I caught of a Monarch butterfly yesterday.

Amazed I was able to catch this full wing spread. FWIW I’ve seen fewer Monarchs and Swallowtails this year than in the last two.
Caught in the act
I happened to look out the back door this morning and caught this squirrel checking out the hula hoops and other back porch detritus. As I pulled out my camera, the squirrel looked back.

Eye catching
We’ve stayed in this same location in Virginia for a few summers now and it’s always a weird delight to see these Purple Passionflower blooms there as they appear almost alien.

Just because. They were there. I was there. I had a camera. Goats.

Just a small gallery of photos from a weekend at the lake. Enjoy.




They learn young.
Worth sinking your teeth into.
I saw Ryan Coogler’s Sinners in a movie theatre when it was released in April. I rarely go to movie theaters these days, but in this one instance I was certainly glad I did. Now that Sinners has reached streaming on the 4th of July, I hope anyone who didn’t have a chance to see it on the big screen will take time to view the fireworks it provides at home. I’m looking forward to a second watch. It is excellent. It’s not perfect. But it is sublime in its imperfections.
Ryan Coogler knows how to tell stories. He knows how to tell stories in big ways. He knows how to tell stories that entertain and unsettle. He knows how to weave the various strands of history, culture, and popular story tropes together in ways that spin out a fresh new cinematic delight that redefines the old and refreshes the tired. He may get a bit carried away here and there, but in the end he delivers as a filmmaker of note.
In Sinners he ties Southern-gothic, vampire horror, and depression era gangster styles together along with a musical storyline that literally burns down the house. Working with his familiar actor collaborator, Michael B. Jordan, playing a set of twins, Coogler creates something brand new, dangerous and in the end just damn dandy. I fully expect Sinners to be quite popular in the Best Picture categories when awards season rolls around. Even with its imperfections, it’s at the top of my list for best films of the year.
Jordan and all of the actors are superb. The music is red hot. The vampire gore is plenty gory. There’s a raw, violent, sexual tension throughout that’s heightened by the rawness of the blues music that infuses the storyline. The sequence when the fateful evening’s dancers are intermingled with ghosts of African and African-American pasts and premonitions of musical genres of a future yet to be is a highlight, even if it is a bit too precious.
Coogler also plays with some larger themes among the music, horror, and history. Questioning why Blacks cleave to Christianity (“Blues wasn’t forced on us like that religion,” and who counts as Black when everyone doesn’t have the same black skin or heritage, cut through many of the myths so easily consumed and assumed about the Black South.
As to the flaws, perhaps the biggest is also its biggest strength. Coogler stretches out a wide canvas to paint this story on. Perhaps too wide, and even so he often paints outside the bounds of that canvas. And once the delicious and setup is accomplished, the violent confrontation we all know is coming at times feels more rushed than we want it to, certainly when it consumes characters we’ve invested in.
Even with those flaws, Sinners yields a bounty that often borders on the rapturous. It is more than worth your time.
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Sunday Morning Reading is on hiatus this week as the grandkids are visiting and most of the reading is bedtime stories. There’s also been plenty of bubbles and popsicles as well.


Sunday Morning Reading will be back next week.
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Choosing between reptile sausage creations can be tough
Beautiful day, yet chillier than I’d like, so I thought I’d take a hike through the neighborhood to check out the Windy City Hot Dog Fest in Portage Park.
Chicago’s neighborhood festivals are always a good time. Obviously there’s food, but there’s also music and the usual vendors selling all sorts of crafts and the occasional artwork. Of course there’s also just the fun of people watching.
But today was about hot dogs. To kick it off I had a traditional Chicago hot dog as an appetizer before strolling down the street. But then I decided to check out the gourmet sausage creations from Chicago’s Dog House. It was a tough choice between the rattlesnake and rabbit sausage and the smoked alligator sausage but I chose the rattlesnake and rabbit.

Good choice as it turns out. Since I had eaten my fill and didn’t want to mix reptiles on the same day, I strolled away satisfied. Given that the weather looks similar for tomorrow I’ll probably head back to try out the smoked alligator version.






As you can see from the gallery, there’s plenty of different varieties of hot dogs and sausages available, although I’m not sure how successful the selections from L.A. Style Hot Dogs will go over.
I also didn’t see too much ketchup around, though I can’t say I looked that closely.
You can find more of my writings on a variety of topics on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. I can also be found on social media under my name as above.