...
he had a
real
soul
and the usual
real
needs.
Needed a globally accessible place to jot down notes about books, films, music and the such.
...
he had a
real
soul
and the usual
real
needs.
What is it that this song makes me think of? Some sad, lingering sound, yet with tempo.
Nice.
Wrote so many notes during reading I'm not sure what to write here.
Blown away. Meta-writing to the max, superbe!
It keeps you wondering and wondering even more, changing thoughts and ideas all the time.
What a genius.
(I know, I'm not writing anything useful down. I'll see what I can do later on)
These poems are part of an archive of unpublished work that Charles Bukowski left to be published after his death.
Still love his deadpan voice.
Makes me wonder what it is like to write (poetry) on a typewriter.
It makes me starting to see the poetry in spilled salt, in the strong gusts of winds that whip the unfamiliar rain around, in everything.
... that their
morning eagerness
means that
they retired early
and thus wasted the
preceding
night
Aardig om te lezen, zeker als verpozing of uitstel van nare, drukke zaken.
Het is voornamelijk een opsomming van waarnemingen. Sommigen beter dan anderen. Gaat nooit dieper, da's jammer.
Doet je even stilstaan bij je eigen taalgebruik en rare zinnetjes.
Cult rockopera, starring Anthony Head (and Paris Hilton, eew!)
Amusing enough, though not overly drunkenly fun... it becomes better in the end.
And they, the fact that Paris Hilton allowed her face to fall off on stage is a definite plus.
Directed by Danny Boyle, music by Underworld
The sun is dying. Mankind has sent their last hope, "Icarus 2" to the sun, with an immense nuclear payload to restart it.
A psychological thriller, having to choose between crewmembers when not enough oxygen is left, guild, and deep desires.
One of the most chilling moments was the whispered "What do you see? What do you see?!" of the shrink to the captain, prior before his death after fixing some of the panels.
The "sudden" appearance of the crazy guy seemed a bit of a deus ex machina (well, the other way around I guess), but I did not care too much.
The "snaps" of near-insane crewmembers when a flashlight flashes over the camera, prior to entering "Icarus I" was wonderful.
Impressive eye-candy.
from "Stories", an anthology by Al Sarrantonio and Neil Gaiman
Lovely small story about a man craving to bite necks. The 4-word adagium of the book, "...and then what happened?", applies pretty well.
The strongest of the three bought in London.
Great coffee, no strong aftertaste. No specific strong flavours.
RobertMcNamara to Fidel Castro (1992)
lesson 1: emphasize with your enemy
lesson 2: rationality will not save us
Robert McNamara
"I have three questions for you
1. Did you know the missiles were there?
2. Would you have recommended Kruschev to use them?
3. What would have happened to Cuba?"
Fidel Castro answered:
"1. yes
2. I not only would, I did recommend using them
3. Cuba would have been destroyed."
lesson 3: there's more beyond one self.
lesson 4: maximize efficiency
about the nuclear bombing of Tokyo:
interviewer: you knew this was going to happen?
Robert McNamara: well I was part of a mechanism that recommended it
lesson 5: proportionality should be an issue in war
(Errol Morris certainly has his own style. Keep wondering about the many cuts in the middle of sentences though. Sometimes it seems a strange kind of MTV clip, switching every couple of seconds, while the gracious sentences keep rolling on.
lesson 6: get the data
lesson 7: belief and seeing are both often wrong
Errol Morris (is it him?) is sometimes heard, and he's very very eager, angry almost. Far from the objective journalist.
lesson 8: be prepared to reexamine your reasonings
lesson 9: in order to do good, you may have to engage in evil
Definitely do not agree with him. He's sometimes too quicksilver about the moral highground. "When I was secretary of state, Agent Orange was used. After the war, some said this was a toxic chemical. But let's look at the law for a moment. We don't have a clear law stating which chemicals are illegal. I would never allow the use of an illegal chemical. Did I sanction its use? I cannot remember."
Quite intriguing though.
lesson 10: never say never
McNamara: never answer the question that's been asked. Answer the question you wish had been asked.
lesson 11: you can't change human nature
"The fog of war means, it's so complex it's beyond the human mind to comprehend. Our judgement, our understanding, are not adequate. And we kill people."
And again Philip Glass did the score.
Can't help to shake off the memory of Olivia Newton-John in Grease, the way she sings, the lyrics.. violins and a slightly high-pitched voice as if she had a whiff of helium.
update
Actually, it's not bad. It's good backgroundmusic, which means it's not interesting enough to really listen to.
update
and "lovestruck" is 95% Kylie M.
better make this a separate overwhelming grabbing-all post
90's techno-house (not too hard)
beautiful when coding in a silent world at 7am
Komm nun zu mir und schalt mich an.
Drück meine Tasten sanft und dann,
lad mein Programm in dich herein
so können wir vollkommen sein.
Wir werden monoton und kühl.
Es gibt kein Schmerz und kein Gefühl.
Wir speichern alles in uns ein,
und würden auch unsterblich sein.
Dass ist ein Zustand der sich lohnt
von allem Menschlichem verschont.
Jetzt ist es endlich an der Zeit,
die Technik steht für uns bereit.
Jetzt sind wir ganz weit weg von hier
zu einer Einheit schmelzen wir.
Die ganze Welt ist viel zu klein,
so lass uns ein Computer sein.
Wir würden bald die Welt regiern
und jeden Sinn für Zeit verliern.
Ich wär ewig mit dir allin,
komm lass uns ein Computer sein.
lass uns ein Computer sein.
Jetzt sind wir ganz weit weg von hier
zu einer Einheit schmelzen wir.
Die ganze Welt ist viel zu klein,
so lass uns ein Computer sein.
Jetzt sind wir ganz weit weg von hier
zu einer Einheit schmelzen wir.
Die ganze Welt ist viel zu klein,
so lass uns ein Computer sein.
Progamm geladen
der Start erfolgt jetzt
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFCL_yHmSjk
...
Like the leaves at my feet
He is a victim of gravity
The unbearable colour of things
Gets him down
And as his raincoat covers me
We know it was never raining
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Like strings in a fan
The shoelaces aren't done
The solitude reflection of his fate
Gets him down
And as the shadow covers me
I thought he was only sleeping
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
His clothes on the floor
Underwear silverlined
The smell of lavender and tar
Brings me down
If the telephone should ring
God knows it could never be him
...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrj3YPTCbtA
One of the most haunting versions I've heard so far.