Head Rattle

I.
I watched The Killing on AMC last night, the new TV mystery based on the hit Danish series. What was it like? Imagine if Twin Peaks had been created by Ingmar Bergman instead of David Lynch. It was extremely well done, retained a certain Scandinavian feel, and was also extremely derivative, in terms of general plot line, of the Lynch/Frost series pilot. A high-school girl has been murdered, her parents are distraught with grief, her best friend and ex-boyfriend are questioned by the lead detective (who is obsessed with the case), a local community leader is apparently involved.... Oh, and it is set in the Pacific Northwest. If an identical cousin, a dwarf, or a Log Lady shows up, I will stop watching.

II.
The best author's name I've encountered in a while popped up today: Essemoh Teepee, apparently a purveyor of erotica. Someone pointed out that the name is a spell-out of SMOTP. Not sure what that signifies. Something nasty? Sado-Masochistic Oxymorons and Terrible Pain?

III.
This book I'm reading, Cosmicomics, is a cornucopia of sexy, obscure words: plurimillenial, anchorites, menhirs, technetium, aleatory, valuta, Pantotheres. I don't know what any of those mean. But I will.

IV.
Watched a guy maneuvering a huge acoustic bass guitar on and off the light-rail train today, with great adroitness. Felt somehow envious.