The white pony

Victor and I watched Requiem for a Dream last night... it was probably the most depressing movie I've ever seen. If this film doesn't prevent you from using heroin, nothing will! (I was actually most depressed by Ellen Burstyn's portrayal of an elderly Brooklynite and her descent into hell courtesy of prescription diet pills.)

The soundtrack is achingly gorgeous, the website one of the least informative you will find for a movie.

Then today's morning paper reminded me of the mess in Afghanistan: the opium poppy crop hit a record level in 2007. We've done such a good job there since invading in 2001, sigh.