Worthless update

I feel obliged to write something, although I have nothing to write about.

I have become more involved with my new viewing project than I had originally expected. Most people write lengthy reviews and opinions while doing something like this, but in my growing distaste for writing and taste I have adopted a no-opinion rule. Doesn't seem that important. So no new writings will come from there, I suppose.

I might try to write something about city films to help me with my project for next semester. Still have quite a bit of research to do.

Otherwise I will continue searching for something to write about. Or a reason to write at all.

Esfir Shub

by Aleksandr Rodchenko (?)

Scene from "The Dawn Patrol" (1930)

(Testing out Blogger's video upload capabilities; hope it works.)
Scene: A WWI squadron; 7 planes on patrol, 3 of them with men for whom it was their first time going over. 2 of those 3 would never return. The 3rd is tremendously shaken. Leave it to the veterans to cheer him up...

Verses are:

We meet 'neath the sounding rafters,
The walls all around us are bare;
They echo the peals of laughter;
It seems that the dead are there.

So stand by your glasses steady,
This world is a world of lies.
Here's a toast to the dead already;
Hurrah for the next man who dies.

Cut off from the land that bore us,
Betrayed by the land that we find,
The good have gone before us,
And only the dull left behind.
~~~
Apparently this was really sung by RFC pilots.