zondag, februari 27, 2005

 

vinyl goes for the word...

worldwidewords
weirdwords
detect the word
luciferous logolepsy

 

blue note verve

the note is blue
blue note history
blue note is blue note
but don't overpass the verve

 

botany

Botany is the scientific study of plant life. As a branch of biology, it is also sometimes referred to as plant science(s) or plant biology. Botany covers a wide range of scientific disciplines that study the growth, reproduction, metabolism, development, diseases, and evolution of plants.

both any
botaniereland

 

you wanna learn?

Over 350 categories of free, first-rate, family-safe online tutorials, guides and instructionally oriented Websites!

wannalearn

 

charles mingus / double bass

mingusmingusmingus
mingus
my favorites:
pithecanthropus erectus
haitian fight song

and paramount:
memories of you

 

what's happening on the web right now

what's happening?
tag
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crazy probability theory

Raymond Smullyan, a Mathematician, Philosopher and author of several outstanding books of logical puzzles, tells, in one of his books, a revealing story. A friend invited him for dinner. He told Smullyan that his teenage son was crazy about Smullyan's books and could not wait to meet him. The friend warned Smullyan not to mention that he is a Mathematician and that Logic is a part of Mathematics because the young fellow hated Mathematics.
are you nuts?
this guy is probably crazy. mathematics are crazy anyway. monty python for the sane.

In a world as crazy as this one, it ought to be easy to find something that happens solely by chance. It isn't.
Kevin McKeen

American Heritage Dictionary defines the Probability Theory as the branch of Mathematics that studies the likelihood of occurrence of random events in order to predict the behavior of defined systems.
Starting with this definition, it would (probably :-) be right to conclude that the Probability Theory, being a branch of Mathematics, is an exact, deductive science that studies uncertain quantities related to random events. This might seem to be a strange marriage of mathematical certainty and uncertainty of randomness. On a second thought, though, most people will agree that a newly conceived baby has a 50-50 chance (exact but, likely, inaccurate estimate) to be, for example, a girl or a boy, for that matter.
cuttheknot

vrijdag, februari 25, 2005

 

strange intriguing art website

a very strange website with a mixture of a mixture. but intriguing.
mixmaxmix

donderdag, februari 24, 2005

 

we're into a jazz verve


jazz history
verven geblazen

zondag, februari 20, 2005

 

bresson

the man in black and white
bresson
sobersilentsilently.
contemplating.
but still the question:
was he a filmmaker
or a man with ideas who made films?

Un condamné à mort s'est échappé (1956)
Journal d'un curé de campagne (1951)
Dames du Bois de Boulogne, Les (1945)
Anges du péché, Les (1943)

dinsdag, februari 15, 2005

 

tom waits



if you would choose
than the choice is imperative
but anyway
i would go for
heartattack and vine

official
don't like the official
this one nicer

 

antonioni



il grido
l'avventura
la notte
anton ioni
a n t o n i o n i

et voilà
avventura?
and blow-up was blowen up...

maandag, februari 14, 2005

 

ben harper/ he believes in angels

he who believes in angels

listen
and
undergo

 

femme fatale?

orson welles or marlene dietrich in touch of evil

 

almodovar/atame/banderas

his best one... with strings attached...


 

bertrand russell

the most lucid overview of philosopic history:
his history of western philosophy

 

create

title

 

susan sontag/on photograpy

Before this month is up I feel I must post this as a tribute to the leading critic,novelist and filmmaker Susan Sontag who died 28th December 2004

Her seminal work "On Photography" has been and still is a must read for anyone interested in photography.

For those who have not read any of her work I would strongly recommend it to you.

If ever anyone asks me is photography art? my first reaction is to assume that they have not read "On Photography" my second is to recommend they do.

I have just received a copy of her last book "Regarding the Pain of Others" which I look forward to reading after I have re-read "On Photography"

She will be sadly missed

Phil

 

andré bazin/plan-séquence

he was ok
he was plan-séquence
he wasn't
he was much more

mouvements de caméra et profondeur de champ

 

elschott/tsjip

kleinzooneerbetoon...

 

de beste film aller tijden

diegene die de tijd allerbest verfilmd...

 

paul strand


combination of pure aestheticism and realism

strandie

 

pasolini/de ketterse ervaring

PASOLINI. PIER PAOLO - Freibeuterschriften - Die zerstörung der Kultur des Einzelnen duch die Konsumgesellschaft.

zoek maar op

 

typo

what is a typo?
ty·po
n. Informal pl. ty·pos
A typographical error.

far from it

ty·pog·ra·phy P Pronunciation Key (t-pgr-f)
n. pl. ty·pog·ra·phies
1. a. The art and technique of printing with movable type.
b. The composition of printed material from movable type.
2. The arrangement and appearance of printed matter.

they don't accept the typo world yet
no problemo
the typo world has to accept itself first...

 

bukowski / the books



buklist

almost a perfect list
with the right books in bold

but i would add in bold:

Love Is a Dog from Hell: Poems 1974-1977 (1977)
Dangling in the Tournefortia (1981)
The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems 1946-1966 (1988)
Septuagenarian Stew: Stories & Poems (1990)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

bukowski / the great slob

The Great Slob (from "Septuagenarian Stew" 1994)

I was always a natural slob
I liked to lay upon the bed
in undershirt (stained, of
course) (and with cigarette
holes)
shoes off
beerbottle in hand
trying to shake off a
difficult night, say with a
woman still around
walking the floor
complaining about this and
that,
and I'd work up a
belch and say, "HEY, YOU DON'T
LIKE IT? THEN GET YOUR ASS
OUT OF HERE!"

I really loved myself, I
really loved my slob-
self, and
they seemed to also:
always leaving
but almost
always
coming
back.

the real bukowski!
an intro to buk

 

baudrillard / On the Murderous Capacity of Images

Thus perhaps at stake has always been the murderous capacity of images, murderers of the real, murderers of their own model, as the Byzantine icons could murder the divine identity. To this murderous capacity is opposed the dialectical capacity of representations as a visible and intelligible mediation of the Real. All of Western faith and good faith was engaged in this wager on representation: That a sign could refer to the depth of meaning, that a sign could exchange for meaning, and that something could guarantee this exchange---God, of course. But what if God himself can be simulated, that is to say, reduced to the signs which attest his existence? Then the whole system becomes weightless, it is no longer anything but a gigantic simulacrum---not unreal, but a simulacrum, never again exchanging for what is real, but exchanging in itself, in an uninterrupted circuit without reference or circumference.

So it is with simulation, insofar as it is opposed to representation. The latter starts from the principle that the sign and the real are equivalent (even if this equivalence is utopian, it is a fundamental axiom). Conversely, simulation starts from the utopia of this principle of equivalence, from the radical negation of the sign as value, from the sign as reversion and death sentence of every reference. Whereas representation tries to absorb simulation by interpreting it as false representation, simulation envelops the edifice of representation as itself a simulacrum. This would be the successive phases of the image:

• it is the reflection of a basic reality.
• it masks and perverts a basic reality.
• it masks the absence of a basic reality.
• it bears no relation to any reality whatever: it is its own pure simulacrum.

---Jean Baudrillard, "The Evil Demon of Images and the Precession of Simulacra," in Thomas Docherty, ed., Postmodernism: A Reader (New York: Columbia Univ. Press, 1993) pp. 194 ff.



jean baudrillard is great. but the the problem that the simulacrum has become himself...

 

truffaut / jules jim

ok
i admit
et ce n'était pas ce 4cents coups
jules et jim

The fundamental impossibility of a menage-a-trois, even between three who love each other dearly, tears at the foundation of the deep friendship of the title characters. In pre-WWI France, a shy German Jew Jules (Oskar Werner) falls in with somewhat more outgoing Frenchman Jim (Henri Serre). They're both artists of a sort and enjoy theatre, writing and, principally, talking. Quickly they become inseparable, sharing their time, experiences and women. Visiting their mutual friend Albert (Boris Bassiak) he plys them with slides of Greek sculptures that he's rescued, one of which grabs their attention with its enigmatic smile. They decide that if they ever find a woman with the same look that they'll grab her and never let go, hardly dreaming that their wish could come true. Inevitably this apparition appears, in the form of Catherine (Jeanne Moreau) - she looks just like the statue and is similarly difficult to understand below the surface. The three have many good moments but for the first time Jules asks that they don't share everything, needing Catherine for himself. Jim acquiesces, even though he desires her, because he loves and values Jules.
jj

but still his ego was overwhelming in nuit amèricaine...

zondag, februari 13, 2005

 

arnheim - psychology of art - rudolf



film as art
art and visual perception: a psychology of the creative eye

two awesome books
try to eye his creativity that's yours

rudolf
the reindeer

donderdag, februari 10, 2005

 

bergman ingmar


Fanny och Alexander (1982)
Scener ur ett äktenskap (1973)(tv)
Persona (1966)
Tystnaden (1963)
Smultronstället (1957)
Sjunde inseglet, Det (1957)

 

levinas...

levinas...
l'autre...
de ander...
the otter
worthwhile visiting.

 

time

is patience

zondag, februari 06, 2005

 

ever seen a panty?



a panty by fayva

 

sterling hayden



The Killing (1956) .... Johnny Clay
Johnny Guitar (1954) .... Johnny 'Guitar' Logan
The Asphalt Jungle (1950) .... Dix Handley

The Long Goodbye (1973) .... Roger Wade (not main role)
The Godfather (1972) .... Capt. Mark McCluskey (not main role)


a sterling...


zaterdag, februari 05, 2005

 

fantasyland



yes, i had seen it in japana says lucia

thanks to analiz


woensdag, februari 02, 2005

 

man peed way out of avalanche

A Slovak man trapped in his car under an avalanche freed himself by drinking 60 bottles of beer and urinating on the snow to melt it.
Rescue teams found Richard Kral drunk and staggering along a mountain path four days after his Audi car was buried in the Slovak Tatra mountains.
He told them that after the avalanche, he had opened his car window and tried to dig his way out.
But as he dug with his hands, he realised the snow would fill his car before he managed to break through.
He had 60 half-litre bottles of beer in his car as he was going on holiday, and after cracking one open to think about the problem he realised he could urinate on the snow to melt it, local media reported.
He said: "I was scooping the snow from above me and packing it down below the window, and then I peed on it to melt it. It was hard and now my kidneys and liver hurt. But I'm glad the beer I took on holiday turned out to be useful and I managed to get out of there."
Parts of Europe have this week been hit by the heaviest snowfalls since 1941, with some places registering more than ten feet of snow in 24 hours.




vinyl again
again

 

need some morphine? YES!

All around the world everywhere I go
No one understands me no one knows
What I'm trying to say
Everywhere I go no one understands me
They look at me when I talk to them
And they scratch their head
They go what's he trying to say
But you you speak my language (x2)
Yea yes
All around the world everywhere I go
No one understands me no one knows
What I'm trying to say
Even in my home town
My friends make me write it down
They look at me when I talk to them
And they shrug their shoulders
They go what's he talking about
But you you speak my language (x2)
Yes

Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa (x2)
Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda (x2) Kumahn Brendhaa (x2) Brendhaa =
Yea
you you speak my language
You you speak my language
Yea yes
Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa (x3)
Kumahn Brendhaa (x2)
Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa (x2)
Brendhaa
Kumahn Brendhaa
Oh
Brendhaa oh ha ha ha
You speak my language
Yea you speak my language
Yes

 

umberto eco

i know people who don't like eco
don't like them

i know people who like eco
don't like them neither

but i do like:
Interpretaçao e sobreinterpretaçao. Lisboa: Presença, 1993.

ecologica

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