Far from here, a nation/continent burns - Watched 2 great films

From the NYT - How does a nation deal with its own murder?
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Badly burned koala was put down as he couldn't walk.


BRUNY ISLAND, Australia — The name of the future is Australia.

These words come from it, and they may be your tomorrow: P2 masks, evacuation orders, climate refugees, ocher skies, warning sirens, ember storms, blood suns, fear, air purifiers and communities reduced to third-world camps.

Billions of dead animals and birds bloating and rotting. Hundreds of Indigenous cultural and spiritual sites damaged or destroyed by bush fires, so many black Notre Dames — the physical expression of Indigenous Australians’ spiritual connection to the land severed, a final violence after centuries of dispossession.

Everywhere there is a brittle grief, and it may be as much for what is coming as for what is gone.

The dairy farmer Farran Terlich, whose properties in the South Coast were razed in a firestorm that killed two of his friends, described the blaze as “a raging ocean.” “These communities are destroyed across the board,” he said, “and most people are running dead.”

Dead, too, is a way of life.

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After we watched 2 excellent films, Scott made his lentil pasta with marinara sauce w added mushrooms.

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THE ART OF RACING IN THE RAIN

This is a film about Racing Cars.


The red Ferrari was one of the stars.

Based on the runaway bestseller, Where'd You Go, Bernadette is an inspiring comedy about Bernadette Fox (Academy Award winner Cate Blanchett), a loving mom who becomes compelled to reconnect with her creative passions after years of sacrificing herself for her family.



Blanchett plays an architect who won a McCarthur Genius Award. 

MacArthur?

For years nothing has worked out for her and then at the very end she gets a chance to build a science station in the Antarctic. 

Best part of the Richard Linklater film. 

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RAIN

Dark, dank, sense of gloom
It's not the Ark, you know,
still I couldna believe it
would ever stop.

Rivulets of fast running water
swept like melting icebergs
down our once pure street.

Tomorrow I shall awaken
to the cleansing sun
my fears forgotten.