No, I’m not feeling particularly blah. On the contrary, I spent a rewarding weekend at the International Ocean Film Festival in San Francisco—my second film festival in three weeks, I’m happy to report. (The other one was Noir City, a film noir festival hosted by TCM’s “czar of noir,” Eddie Muller. In the Before Times, I typically attended at least four film festivals every year.)
The IOFF program included short and feature-length films and West Coast, U.S., and world premieres. One of those feature-length world premieres, Open Ocean, gave me the idea for this week’s word.
Doldrums and other sailing zones, via DifferenceBetween.net. No one is quite sure how “horse latitudes” got its name; theories include “it’s where horses died aboard ships” and “it’s as unruly as a wild mare.”