Monday, October 30, 2006

How Often Do People Go Om Sick





History Glue-teen in the middle of nowhere


Last night I saw "History Adolescents in the middle of nowhere" at the BFI 50th LONDON FILM FESTIVAL, and be glad enough to know that there a world, small but magical part of the great machine that is Hollywood. Argentina
This film translated into English as "Glue" tells the story of Luke (15 years) who is trapped in a small town south of Argentina. It is interesting how the film captures the diverse feelings of Lucas from his loneliness in the midst of the Patagonia desert. It is the story of the pain of growing up, the first philosophical questions that we ask the youth, the pursuit of friendship, sexual discovery.
Luke's mother has been betrayed by her husband, and in the midst of family conflict and the people that is flat, Lucas goes to his friend Nacho for sex, drugs and rock'n'roll, joins them is a girl and french kisses, warmth and existential angst.

the end of the film, we have the writer and director Alexis Dos Santos, against all odds is not the ordinary Argentines, is small, uses DC shoes and her hair like Gustavo Cerati in the 80's, somewhat introverted but with enough desire tell your story. He says he only wrote 10 pages and the rest was improvisation of the actors also tells us quite proud that the total expenditure was $ 50 000, which I imagine is what we spend on gasoline every producer.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

To Rent A Church Sample Letter




Congratulations Paul Auster Paul Auster

has won the Prince of Asturias prize, here's speech
the great American poet and writer, who became known to successfully publish "The New York trilogy."


do not know why I dedicate myself to this. If I knew, I probably would not need to. All I can say, and that I am quite sure is that I have felt this need since my earliest adolescence. I mean to write, especially writing as a vehicle to tell stories, imaginary stories that have never happened in what we call the real world. It is certainly an odd way to spend life: locked in a room with pen in hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give life to what does not exist ... except in the imagination . And why would anyone do that? The only answer I ever occur to you is this: because he has no choice, because you can not make another cosa.Esa need to make, to create, to invent is undoubtedly a fundamental human impulse. But to what end? What purpose does art, and in particular the art of narration, in what we call the real world? None that I can think of at least from the point practical. A book has never food in the stomach of a hungry child. A book has never stopped a bullet into the body of the victim. A book has never prevented a bomb falling on innocent civilians in the midst of war. Some believe that a keen appreciation of art can actually make us better, more just, more moral, more sensitive, more understanding. Perhaps that is true, in some cases, rare and isolated. But do not forget that Hitler started out as an artist. Tyrants and dictators read novels. The murderers in prison read novels. And who can say they do not enjoy books as much as anyone else? In other words, art is useless, at least compared to, say, the work of a plumber, a doctor or an engineer. But what is wrong with futility? Does the lack of practical purpose mean that books and paintings and string quartets are simply a waste of time? Many people think so. But I maintain that the value of art lies in its very uselessness that creating a work of art is what distinguishes us from other creatures that inhabit this planet, and what defines us, in essence, as human beings. Doing something for pure pleasure and beauty of doing it. Consider the effort involved, in the long hours of practice and discipline required to become an accomplished pianist or dancer. All that work and suffering, the sacrifices made to achieve something that is completely and utterly ... inútil.La narrative, however, is in an area somewhat different from the other arts. Its medium is language, and language is something we share with others, common to all of us. As we learn to speak, began a hunger for stories. Those of us who can remember our childhoods will recall how ardently we relished the story he told us in bed when our father or our mother, sat in the shadows next to us with a book and read us a story tale. We who are parents will have no trouble conjuring up the rapt attention in the eyes of our children when we read to them. Why this intense desire to listen? Fairy tales are often cruel and violent, featuring beheadings, cannibalism, grotesque transformations and evil enchantments. One would think this material would be frightening for a kid, but what the child experiences through these stories is precisely an encounter with their own fears and inner torments in an environment that is perfectly safe and protected. Such is the magic of stories: they can transport us to the depths of hell, but they are actually inofensivos.Nos get older, but do not change. We become more sophisticated, but basically we are still as when we were small creatures eager to listen to next story, and the next, and again. For years in all Western countries, have published numerous articles lamenting the fact that they read fewer books, we have entered what some call the "era posliteraria." It may be true, but still has not diminished the universal craving for stories. In the final analysis, the novel is not the only source of stories. Film, television and even comic fiction in industrial quantities, and the public continues engulfing them with great passion. This is due to the need for stories human beings have. The need almost as much as eating, and whatever form they may take-on the printed page or television screen, it would be impossible to imagine life without ellas.De However, in regard to state the novel, the future of the novel, I'm pretty optimistic. Talking does not help much when it comes to books, because there is only one reader, only one reader in each and every single time. What explains the particular power of the novel, and why, in my opinion, will never disappear as a literary form. The novel is an equal collaboration between writer and reader, and is the only place where two strangers can meet on terms of absolute intimacy. I have spent my life in conversations with people I have never seen, with people I will never know, and I hope to continue until the day I stop breathing.
I never wanted to work on something else.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Is Anyone Is Doing Honey Bee Farming In Bangalore





Interview with Gonzalo Olmos

I saw an exhibition of photos and I thought great, faces and landscapes are combined under the lens of this young talent.
The operator is originally from Peru and living in England, I call and say if you have the opportunity to interview in a cafe, he tells me passing through the house, lives in West Hampstead, which is a larger area for artists to bankers.
Arrival in the afternoon, I ring the bell goes Gonzalo Olmos, has the look of a modern hippie, long hair, a peach-colored shirt, GAP jeans, timberland brown shoes and a smile aged amical.
The apartment is nice, there is a picture of Eduardo Tokeshi and a engraving by Jose Tola, also among his acquisitions is an original map of Peru, 1669. I can see that in every corner of the flat is a lover of Peru, invites me to sit down and offers me a drink, vodka tonic - I say.
No, "he responds, we Peruvians pisco sour, and begins to prepare it, ipso facto. Pisco comes
rich with a mixture of happiness and nostalgia, health! I said. And I think Gonzalo Olmos will continue the tradition of great photographers who have given us the country.

As you discover photography?

discover photography thanks to my father and my grandmother Elena Emilio. Especially when I came to visit from very small to Arequipa (the city where I was born in Peru). I was a kid trying to learn how to take photos with the 35mm camera Pope. My grandmother was a photography enthusiast, I remember accompanying her to develop the pictures and enjoy seeing the pictures together.

Which aspects of your photographic work are more important?

My photographic work focuses on mass, people and travel. All are important, but if I had to choose a most important is people. For example, I am now embarked on a project of "lonely people." By now you may be ahead just that.

When you take the camera you are forced to reflect on what you watch?

Yes and no. I mean better for me to take photos not only a technical exercise, sensory, but essentially a spiritual exercise, sensual and vital.

hold a camera I think hopefully helps me to reflect and thus to perceive the world around me with a different perspective: the light, colors, aromas, shapes, In short, everything around me in my generates different types of emotions. I just try to catch them, by way of maintaining and preserving the beauty of that moment. If we understand that life is the sum of "those" moments I just try to hijack the thousandth of life. If in that year caused a flash play or the audience in whatever form and this pleases him in good time.

What are your first memories of London?

I think my first memory is its architecture ... reach such a neighborhood like (Notting Hill), with terraces houses, Victorian and Georgian architecture and compare them to Peru. That the rectangular houses square in the case of the most wealthy or mats in the slums.

daily What is your philosophy?

An official Carpe Diem. No excess interpreted as possible to your last day, but as a reflection of being alive and do the best we can for you, the people nearest and dearest around you.

What music are you listening now and what book are you reading?

Jorge Drexler - Mi Guitarra & Vocal

Abril Rojo de Santiago Roncagliolo, Peruvian case.

A character in the story that you admire?

Nelson Mandela. Anti-Apartheid activist, 27 years in prison for his convictions political and social.



What do you expect from life?

fuck not much to those around me and not be screwed by those around me. Enjoy the simple things in life like walking barefoot on the beach or enjoy a glass of wine with friends. What good is the prestige, power, status and class?
only serve to create more divisions and lull people. Well



Gonzalo fucking hope not having much "I say.
Not at all / answers / with a smile that shows how nice it is and added with humor: if you want a pisco sour happens here.
Gonzalo
More photos: www.olmosphoto.com

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Make Woodcarving Bench





looking for happiness in the Department S factors


I'm standing on the marble of Carrara calcium color, I'm sure I look like a fool. I hope my wife will soon leave the tester, I think it will take some time especially if there is a huge mirror on one of those metal boxes, which of course must exist.
passes by my side for the second or third time a young assistant to John Lewis, it is small and definitely exercise your body in the gym at least three times a week, has blond hair and a big nose and sharp, sweet gum chewing form more exaggerated than ever seen. Try to look cool and sexy, but only ends up making the role of an ordinary girl on a catwalk that she only imagined.
People look at me I do not know who is more uncomfortable if they or I'm in the female part of the store, and bad luck seems to be no presence of men other than mine, so I choose something I like, play some silk garments are available to me, I'm bored, I realize I am a bad actor or just I can not pretend for long. Ah! I see a boy, but then I realize I have more feminine ways of expressing that Aphrodite, so if you have not on my side.
All tested or choose a costume flirt while looking into the mirrors surrounding the room. Very few are upset by the presence of men, the other they seem to enjoy it, especially younger natural.Descubro see it as a child that comes into your stroller, it seems too big to be using the car, baby must be between 7 or 8 years old, very skinny and effeminate, his legs crossed and color pink teddy charges in its polar bears the image of Paris Hilton. The mother wears expensive clothes, but it is an attractive woman.
barefoot girl in front of me and I think the most natural of all testing a white hat in the fifties, it looks like a vase, but it more it is attractive with that thing on his head and smiles in the mirror, smiles to herself.
find a couple of small chairs, I made them and have an achievement, I feel, are super comfortable, the wall is a giant photo of a model, has blue eyes and a penetrating gaze and teeth are the same as those of advertising Colgate television, as I try to look closely at his face, my wife and I leave the tester Hallelujah, but I say, the word is seized in the office of my brain. She already has the shirt you want, spend a lot of people with their bags, they all look happy, they seem to have gotten what they were looking for, many of my colleagues tells me that the shopping makes them happy.
I agree that happiness is nothing but the satisfaction of our wants and needs and of course clothes can be part of our "wants" or "needs" depending on how much and when we have already in our wonder closets.Pero until we are more concerned about "having" that "be", it seems that twentieth-century European society I live in a too individualistic and material. And the shopping culture is an answer to it.
My wife hugs me and suggests looking at the Victoria's Secret collection as we walk, we passed stands of Prada, Donna Karan, Missoni and Valentino suddenly crosses my mind a phrase of the Peruvian writer Alfredo Bryce Echenique: "When the world around us is very human, very human it away from him."
Although this time instead of obeying my friend Alfredo and suggest to my wife for a walk in the park, I let go without resistance or objection French lingerie section.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Buy Bluetooth Snes Controller




Bennett is Back

I just saw "The History Boys", the film tells the story of a group of students in Yorkshire in the mid-eighties, who seek a place at Oxford or
Cambridge, all of whom are boys and street smart but low self-esteem. Among the characters is the headmaster obsessed with the results of boys and somewhat incredulous of his abilities, but the most charismatic
homosexual is an eccentric teacher who has been dubbed (Hector), which I imagine is the very Alan Bennett / writer of the book and one of the British authors most beloved since it first appeared on stage in 1960 /.
What causes much surprise me is the way the boys enjoy the abusive sexual conduct of his teacher, who will touch your private parts every time someone gets on his bike, maybe that only happens in Bennett's head, but you have to rescue is the humor and good command of language that Alan Bennett puts in the mouths of his characters and of course appear on the soundtrack The Smiths and New Order.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Stomach Pain Late At Night




Health Heaven
Bukowski

Today I see in my small library of books a couple of Buk: Ham on Rye, Women are not the best of their production, but remind me of my adolescence. I guess the old man with a glass of "bourbon" in hand and a cigarette that fights the system, on the other. With the look of an old fox and probably with some marks on his face that left him his love of boxing and terrible acne infection endured. It is known that he preferred the bars and pubs and libraries literary circles, but who does not? Maybe that's what made more humane, more beloved, more nuestro.El alcohol, sex, loneliness and the more neighborhood-Goose-our civilization are the work of Bukowski, and I prefer to remember him that way: alone, with half-grown beard, the "Chuyo" type head stolen bank and the ironic look at our world.
NIRVANA / poem / by: Bukowski

without much eleccióny almost inadvertently,
he was a young man aboard a bus that crossed the North Carolina track somewhere and it started snowing and the bus stopped at a café on the hills and the passengers entered.
he sat at the counter with the other, called and brought him
their food, which was particularly good as well as coffee.
The waitress was not like the women he had known.
not made the interesting natural
humor emanated from it.
The cook said crazy things.
The lavacopas, back, laughing with a clean and pleasant smile.
the young man watched the snow through the windows.
wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
A curious feeling is flooded, everything was beautiful there,
that everything would always stay beautiful there.
then the driver told passengers it was time to leave.
the young man thought, I'm staying here, I'm staying here.
But he got up and followed the others into the bus.
found his seat and looked at the coffee in the windows.
the bus pulled away, turned a corner, and was
down the road, away from the hills.
the young man looked forward.
The other passengers chatted about other things they read or tried to sleep.
cuentade had not made of Magic.
the young man put his head against the seat,
closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Nothing remained
only hear the sound of the engine,
the sound of wheels in the snow.