Also, Might be on work for next three days, and since its a weekend if things stay light would like to put up something here. So any suggestions or title topics to write about would be welcome. The first request would only be considered. And the promise applies only for the content and not the form.
cheers
~In recent days there were two instances where my beliefs changed as a result of compelling arguments by the other parties.
First, Dad putting up an extremely logical although bit lengthy argument on why America had to do what it had to do in Iraq.
Two, C convincing me that backpacking India is far far more important than backpacking Europe.
~Among other things spring is here, well almost and this means chasing all the clouds through the long sunsets; must write about the various clouds and their patterns sometime. Do we know no cloud remains the same for more than ten minutes in UK?
Ad cumulus, ad nimbus.
For some of us future is nothing but a yearning reverie of the present and for many others it inevitably becomes as forgettable as our pasts. This post is to remind myself to hold onto a promise. To evolve into a future as justifiable in conscience as a past we once left behind.
When I casually picked up the Gulag Orkester by Beirut last week at the borders, I had no idea what it was. I went only by the cover and the title of the songs.
Never have I been so emotionally moved by one single album in such intensity. This is undoubtedly the best album of recent times. If you haven’t listened to it yet, you haven’t lived.
For L,
This was plucked out of thin air while waiting at the traffic signals; great comparitive study .
Slides have been already prepared to be used at any of tiniest possible oppurtunity.
1.
The Chicken's undercooked. I suppose thats why Indians are so skinny and thin.
~ Overheard on Celebrity Big Brother Jan 07
2.‘Where I come from,' said Archie, 'a bloke likes to get to know the girl before he marries her.' ‘Where you come from it is customary to boil vegetables until they fall apart. This does not mean,' said Samad tersely, 'that it is a good idea.'
~ Extract White Teeth, Zadie Smith
Poh Tato? Poetaa toe?
Have been almost delusional and manic.
Caught my first wink after like 4 days of uninterrupted sleep deprivation jaunting around the country whispering half broken snores into the ears of fellow passengers on virgin voyagers.
What Heaven this-- enjoying what I do best, being the war-time consigliore.
Action!
The coral atoll, The Thin Red Line
~Hans Zimmer
A Kaleidoscope of Mathematics, A Beautiful Mind
~James Horner
Overture, Lawrence of Arabia
~Maurice Jarre
Cinema Paradiso Main theme, Cinema Paradiso
~Ennio Morricone
Lux aeterna, Requiem for a dream
~Clint Mansell
Citizen Kane theme,(Of the Cinema Century Album), Citizen Kane
~Bernard Hermann
Now we are free , Gladiator
~Hans Zimmer & Klaus Badel
Out of Africa Main Theme , Out of Africa
~John Barry
The Bourne Identity , The Bourne Identity
~John Powell
Jules et Jim Main theme Vacances, Jules et Jim
~Bateman
Schindlers list main theme , Schindlers list
~John Williams
Comptine d'une Autre été : L'après-midi Amelie
~Yann tiersen
Burnt a CD for a gift in this very particular order; may be I should write about em sometime. Perfect emotional journey.
The all postmodern saxon-poem of all England, Ireland and Wales.
A poem?
Yes.
So Did Leopold bloom actually write a poem?
Negative.
No?
Well yes, sort of with a mongrel accent.
Hence?
He was politely banished from the commonwealth.
Seahorses and eons they worship. Tatewanderers all.
Why do you want a poem? All poems are
Banana republics. Take one here. The aspect of
Window shopping and its limitations
Heart mind, right breast if you like, art of lost memory?
Can a bliss too? Love and longing.
Lost, not the series brother.
Drop a hint, pick
up a clue.
Legends, myths, folklores, if you have a long tongue
Acts of rituals, alienated tumours. Some conventions here and
there, white wine
While you wander. No? Rhymes, metres and
other such medieval bollocks.
Boundaries, feedreads,
territories and these days, somethings they call
identities, Me you. Reader, conscience all
the possible
imageries in the pregnant platonic universe ; pain and
painkillers . Family
and finally post
modern faith.
In simple terms Internet could be defined as a large congregation of people .
Who have no name , assume identities and have a bit of fun time in their lives. Or Think so.
People on the internet for all practical purposes can be easily classified as bad and good. And both of them are presumed to be ugly unless proved otherwise.
Now the bad people are the nerds who generally want to get your money or your time or your girlfriend or far worse your attention . So they flickr, blog, wiki or dickey whatever, in any case, the sole motive is their insatiable greed for self appreciation in the otherwise meaningless universe that only yawns at their existence.
Among the good people are the geeks who understand the needs of the general public and get on to do the needful. This post is to celebrate the spirit of that benevolent geekiness. Here are the few mentionables.
Thanks to the Sticky geek for making the virtual life almost to feel like real life.
And big thanks to Pai Mei ,who made black Japan beta 2.0 for Firefox mozilla 2.0 and saved many a fastidious lives like mine. I was so depressed that they didnt have my eternal favourite Black Japan compatible with Firefoz 2.0
~ A quick note about the header art---
It is a pop art by Simon Patterson, called The Great Bear after the constellation. It is a modification of the classical London tube map where in the station names are changed to important personalities or stars in the history of humanity. The different tube lines represent different disciplines. So if you want to reach Nietzsche from Bogart you know you have to take a southbound actors line (corporate black) from Mornington crescent to Moorgate. The poster hangs majestically at the Tate.
You can find more about it here.
There was a similar music map released by guardian last year.
I remember the first time I came across this, I almost wept cursing Patterson for stealing my inchoate idea that i was working on for years. See,this is what happens if you are born a bit late, You end up missing all the fun and have nothing to be proud of except a post-modern faith stamped with a wifi, both of which in grand scheme of things amount to nothing better than a smoked up cigar.
Been catching up with the deci--lists of the different authors from the book mentioned in my last post. If you want me to explain the whole experience in two words-- not surprised , in one word-- predictable . However, the popularity of some choices baffled me.
Take for instance, Madame Bovary, which is a decent book but perhaps slightly overrated. I understand the theme is delicate or more so in the times in which it was written . The craft is surely commendable but to put that in the top ten books of all time is bit ludicrous. Also, lets not forget it was written over a period of seven years?
God!! you could have had unimaginable number of affairs in that time! Or if we had granted Mr Joyce so much time, he would come up with one more grand chronicle of humanity so the world could have been conveniently divided into AJ - BJ After Joyce , Before Joyce.
On other things-- I must admit I am a huge huge fan of T-mobile marketing team. I reckon they have a few geniuses working for them. Just look at their adverts for the last three campaigns. Superlative. Remember the wonderful U-fix adverts? The chaps have this uncanny knack of digging the best music tracks to fit their adverts to perfection. Like the Nouvelle Vague melody I melt with you for the U-Fix. Now they have chosen a wonderful Arthur Russell tune to go in with their latest street-talk adverts.
I wouldnt mind to buy a drink to whoever came up with that one.
Caught up with Eisenstein's Strike and Its a very similar to the pleasure of revisiting an ancient wisdom lost in childhood.
The montage and narration are fastcut and unique, even when compared to his later movies. Dont you think the first borns have a special charm ?
Right from the first shot he takes direct charge of your attention and carries on without any dip throughout. Just Like a director ought to. And, did I forget to mention that he is blessed with an innate sense of music that is so rare amongst directors these days. Okay, may be except Tarantino.
As soon as we were done watching the movie, I spent good few minutes imagining how Eisenstein would have explained his visual epiphanies to the team or the editor. Oh, what a task!
And the exercise suffuses me with high anticipation of what my own thoughts might find, very much like how it is when-Banville asks us to imagine Locke pacing about after reading Newton's letter or when Ondaatje asks us to imagine Kipling's pen moving over the paper.
What is the damn word,? Yes, Magnifique!
Cheers
