Matrices coming out of my ears...

I finished a second paper and started a third today, for a day that bagged a little more than 3000 words. That's still not where I want to be with this job, but it's better than yesterday.

It didn't help that I caught Bad Day at Black Rock on the tube while wolfing lunch. I ended up watching the whole thing, and I'm glad I did. I remember how strongly this film affected me the first time I saw it, in black-and-white on the family TV. And every time I see it (admittedly, not very often), something else seems to jump out at me. Today, it was the vivid colors: the red ball cap, the orange gasoline pumps, the blue jeans. The film belongs to that era (50s) when color and the wide screen were big selling points for motion pictures, if memory serves. (Words like "Cinemascope" and "Technicolor" come to mind, here.)

I think the cast is pretty impressive, too. Spencer Tracy as the hero, with Lee Marvin and Ernest Borgnine as a pair of bad-guy gofers, Walter Brennan as the town's doctor and undertaker, and Anne Francis as the young woman who put too much trust in the character played by Robert Ryan.

Anyway, it's been a pretty quiet sort of day. Besides the translation and the film, not much has been happening. More translation tomorrow.

Cheers...