Fires were started and they are coming. One of them won’t be back. And life cannot but keep going on. In this thirty nine seconds sequence their faces already say they’ve been there, and will go again.
So a simple story, but got me deep. Love that kind of narrative.
—You know better than me, sir. It’s easy enough making them do what they want to do. It’s trying to get them to do what you want them to do that gives you a headache.
These two places have a little of the innocence and egolessness which is necesary to the quality without a name. And why? Because the people who made them simply do not care what people think of them. I don’t mean that they are defiant: people who defiantly don’t care what other people think of them, they still care at least enough to be defiant—and that is still a posture.
These places are not innocent, and cannot reach the quality without a name, because they are made with an outward glance. The people who made them make them the way they do because they are trying to convey something, some image, to the world outside. Even when they are made to seem natural, even their naturalness is calculated; it is in the end a pose.
Absolutely loved this time ticking sequence. So a simple effect but so a clear message.
The eight-episode story arc this anime squence belongs to is a narrative double or nothing. Not an easy meal, you love it or you stop watching the series and burn the dvds. But to hell with fanservice dirty tricks, haruhi dares!
We know you can do better (and better yet in the original episode order).
Altough the process is precise, and can be defined in exact scientific terms, finally it becomes valuable, not so much because it shows us things which we don’t know, but instead, because it show us what we know already, only daren’t admit because it seems so childish, and so primitive.
Think one, get two. Following the ten last songs. And not so easy at is seemed at first.
Also, not numbered, blablabla…
The Draughtsman’s Contract (Michael Nyman) Rendez-Vous (Jean-Michel Jarre) Bailaré sobre tu tumba (Siniestro Total)
From Paris With Love (The Skatalites)
Die Mensch-Machine (Kraftwerk)
Radio-Aktivität (Kraftwerk)
Platinum (Mike Oldfield)
A Slight Case of Overbombing (The Sisters of Mercy)
Bauhaus - 1979 - 1983 (Bauhaus)
Ópera científica (El Aviador Dro y sus obreros especializados)
The ten songs I would listen if they were the last ones I could. Or jump with in a last live, or sync to a dying iPod (I have two of these, do you remember?), or have my last drink listening to.
First discovery: I’m an AOR. Even if the list changes, the new songs would come from the same albums. Take or put one. So a second list comes after the first (quite obviously): ten last albums.
Second Discovery: the most reproduced list and the most stars list don’t have much to do with this list. So much for all work spent on iTunes tags and lists.
I won’t number the list. Just choosing ten is hard enough.
When a parade is not a parade, but still is. Never saw so a charming little toy soldiers parade. It leaves me craving for video in my camera, but its not the moment.
Short moments that helps me get into focus, regroup forces and hit myself back to work.
On August 11, I attended a small ceremony for a British soldier from this base in Helmand who was killed in combat the day after Benjamin passed. His name was Joseph Etchells. I was told how Joseph died in a bomb ambush, and that his last request was to be cremated, loaded into a firework, and launched over the park where he used to play as a kid. When Joseph’s last request was explained, I burst out laughing and the British soldier who told me also was laughing. The absurd humor of Joseph’s request was familiar, and it was as though Joseph were standing there with us, laughing away.
I won’t discuss any of the spanish translations. I won’t go into a meaningless rant or digression. Its english meaning just hits it today. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll get some sense of it through won defeats and go again over the top.
I know, I’ve quoted it before… and I’ll quote it as many times I need to. Perhaps as an audio loop…
I think now, looking back, we did not fight the enemy, we fought ourselves, and the enemy was in us.
Or something in the middle. Or not. WTF.
So long and thanks for all the fish, ahem… title, Herr von Manstein.
“Now there are a good few hundred of these young women in the Zone who’re smitten with love for Tchitcherine, all of them sharp as foxes, but none quite as stubborn as Geli—and none are witches”.
Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorems, Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle, and the Second Law of Thermodynamics, all taken together, show that we cannot determine the character or nature of a system within itself. Moreover, attempts to do so lead to confusion and disorder — mental as well as physical.
War is hell, but it can be a job —a strange job in which one voluntarily (these days) exposes oneself to the risk of physical and psychiatric injury. Our generation think we discovered post-traumatic stress disorder, but it is neither new, nor the commonest, mental health problem in the UK Armed Forces. That ‘honour’ goes to depression and alcohol. Are these always the result of going to war? No, things are rarely that simple. Can we treat them? Sometimes —but what makes people good soldiers makes them bad patients. Can we prevent them? Possibly —but only if we don’t send people to war.
War psychiatry, a serious and complex matter I’m interested in (military history is not just dates and microdetail trivia ), resumed in 100 words.I need to work on being more clear and concise. Language is another of my pet interests, so perhaps it’s time I give it a deeper thought. Should I start with “Trail of Cthulhu in 100 words”?(seen in Mind Hacks).
Don’t think all bloat and developmenstruction bagage usually attached to Java is really necessary for real work.
Just forget the “magical” undisputed undead knowledge from the old evil undisputed undead architects. Perhaps it’s not too late to spread subversive Java.
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