thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


July 31, 2009

anatomy of a dream (II)

medusa.

yes, the mythological medusa, the gorgon medusa, the woman-monster with hair made of living snakes and a terrible gaze that turns into stone all who dare look into her eyes. she came to me descending through the darkness with uncanny grace. i couldn't see her eyes, for she wore a mask that covered them. the mask was the only thing she was wearing. i stood there, in the bottom of the pit, laying down, without remembering how or when i had fallen into it. and she came to me, staring at me with the empty gaze of her mask's eyes. if there were any words exchanged between me and her, i know not; all i know was that she leaned down on me, holding me close. her lips tasted like poison; her body a promise of fire and shadow. she took me into her, and in the last moment, she smiled. and then she slowly took of her mask, allowing me to finally see the terrifying beauty of her eyes, summoning the hell where she belonged. behind the mask, crowned by serpents, a face. a known face. i woke up as my body slowly started to turn into stone.

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today is the "world orgasm day",

and i find it unfair.

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July 29, 2009

i wished my boss didn't spend so much time in the toilet. especially when i'm so fucking desperate to take a piss. and with my luck, i bet he'll leave the toilet absolutely stinky when he finally gets out of there.

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July 27, 2009

Note down: great party with the best fireworks the Local Group has ever seen in thirteen billion years.

In roughly three billion years, scientists say, the galaxy of Andromeda will colide with our Milky Way, both galaxies merging during a catastrophic event. Depending on which side of the melee the Earth is in that very moment, we might either being sucked up by the chaos two supermassive black holes swallowing each other (naughty) or being knocked out of the party and into the space by the resulting shockwaves. We'll see. Regardless, it is my belief that the governmnent will always be to blame.

Labels: astronomy, fun

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words

at some pont in the (amazing) song jigsaw falling into place, the lyrics go like this:

words are blunt instruments
words are sawn off shotguns

it is so true. the worst part is, sometimes we hit and fire them without even realizing how much damage we're causing.

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radio wasn't killed by tv, it shoots itself everyday

why do the radio stations only broadcast the most known singles of any band?

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July 26, 2009

fleshwounds

some people are good, too good, at hurting those around them. as if they had no other purpose in life. i can't understand them, and i almost fall into pity them. their bitterness brings them nowhere. sometimes they are even unaware of the damage they cause, but even when they are, they think it won't backfire, it won't reach them and swallow them. how naive they are. bitterness breeds bitterness; hatred breeds hatred; and all the fleshwounds they cut on someone else's skin are cut on their own skin too. they might not feel it at first, but they will. and i dare say, in the end it will hurt them more than anyone else.

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there is an universal law: as things get old, they start losing qualities and causing trouble. exceptions are whisky and wine, for they get better with age, although young or new, they show a wide potential to cause trouble.

this to say that my computer decided to cause trouble again. this time it was serious, too fucking serious though: my hard-disk went comatose. it's still on stasis, but the doctor believes it to be dead. no problem, got a new one already, and as you read this my old laptop is already running on it's new disk - which has ore one-hundred gigabytes of space than the previous one. took us (read him) several hours to get it all working, operative system, software, hacks and all. so everything is okay. almost. all the data on the previous disk is lost for good. there was a lot of rubbish on it, true, but i could also find there six years of my life in movies, pictures, musics, projects and words. thousands of words, scattered across never-finished shortstories, drafts, scattered ideas. all lost when the countless zeros and ones that the magnetic disks held went blank.

well. it happens and no point in crying about it now. i don't know whether it is possible to recover any data on the old hard-disk or not, so... whoever has some stuff written by me (i remember i shared a couple of drafts and shortstories), or even musics (shared loads of these), please give me a buzz.

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July 22, 2009

weather

people always complain when it rains. i do it myself, but i can't help wondering why.

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Jupiter under fire...

... with an impact-even that left a hole the size of the Earth. More information here.

This story is interesting for several reasons. First, it was an aussie amateur astronomer who spotted with his crude telescope a dark spot on Jupiter's surface. It was him who informed the scientists, who gathered more evidente that the planed has indeed suffered an impact-event of a huge cosmic object. Something that has happened before in our planet, with dire consequences. Something that might still happen. Something that would be likely to happen more often if the gas giant we call Jupiter wasn't behind us, his strong gravitational field acting like a planet-size vacuum cleaner.

Of course, every topic concerning science generates a lot of uproar. The 1969's expedition to the Moon, the possibility of a new lunar expedition, or even a trip to Mars. The ISS. And, in our very land, things like CERN's Large Haldron Collider. For example. All these scientific goals require one thing: money. A shitload of money. And whenever there is some media coverages on these issues (the space program is probably the best example), be it for a new discovery or something, there is a lot of enthusiasm among some people - and a symmetric reaction among many others. The most common - and ridicule - argument is that such an ammount of money could take many people out of poverty and misery. As if giving them money alone would help (isn't that what we've been doing for years in Africa, with the known results?). Others hold to their religious beliefs and unjustified fears to curse the projects - like some did when CERN activated the LHC, fearing that the accelerator would generate a black hole large enough to swallow the planet. There are many things in the world that need to be fixed, there aren't much people interested in that (unless they can gain something with it), and science cannot stop because of that. The LHC or an expedition to the moon might seem a waste of money, but things like these cannot be considered for their face value alone. The research necessary to make it happen ends up bringing many useful technologies, some of which are not even used in their original goals. And our knowledge goes a bit furter. Can't think of better goals to fry money on making atoms smack each other or to put people living on the Moon's surface.

I'll leave you now with a comment to the new I've linked above, from a reader named Dave, who gives a similar perspective:

Decades ago, Arthur C. Clarke (of “2001″ fame and, uh, communications satellite fame) called for the creation of an international network of observatories to scan the skies for possible impact objects.

Alas, no government is willing to put the resources into a project like this to make it truly effective. NASA actually does an admirable job with a piddling budget (and, for the past 8 years, hack republican administrators who supressed any research that might “contradict” administration opinions).

The chance to save us from armageddon is just one small benefit of spending on space exploration. The technological advances it’s given us, and the perspective that we’re all in the same boat on this pale blue dot whizzing through space far outweigh the pocket change we throw at it.

Before anyone responds by saying “yeah, but that ‘pocket change’ could feed thousands,” let me just remind everyone that if we had spent the money that Vietnam cost us on NASA, we could have had moon bases, space stations, interplanetary expeditions, and lord knows what else… by 1980. I agree with the poster above… we’re much more likely to destroy ourselves through war, pollution, and other general idiocy long before any asteroid gets a decent shot at us!

Let’s hope I’m wrong…

Labels: astronomy, science

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July 21, 2009

reality calls.

it's crappy enough then reality smacks our face. but most of time, reality doesn't even need to be that crude. a simple call, a gentle brush on the shoulder is more than enough to make us turn around and remember where we are. and as we look back, we see that we were leaving it behind, turning at some point into a dreamland of our own making. an impossible one, one we walked through in our reverie.

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my summer reading suggestions:






i'm still halfway through the third one, but i'm guessing already that i'll soon be missing following cat.

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July 20, 2009

the giant leap

forty years ago, neil armstrong was making his way into the moon - and into every human history book. millions followed through the telly that moment, when the astronauts jumped into the moon surface. i wasn't born back then, and i kinda envy those who could follow such an event. so i hope the space missions move forward, so i can see the dawn of mankind's expansion through space. of course, i don't expect to live long enough to see us travelling between the galaxies or even the starts. it won't be in my lifetime that mankind will reach proxima centauri, the nearest star to the sun. i won't even be here to see mankind claiming ground on titan, saturn's moon, or even on mars. but i want to see more. much more.

in the meanwhile, i'll go on catching up with reality by reading about astronomy. until the day the science fiction i so much like to read can drop the "fiction" part.

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July 19, 2009

god, i love this.

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shadowplay

so, who's gonna be so kind and find me their albums?

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music festival (summary)

1) someone please tell the one-hit-wonder brandi carlile that playing on the stage the cover of radiohead's song creep isn't really a good idea. i swear, she was singing and playing it, and it just seemed as if a bunch of kittens were being ruthlessly murdered on the stage. besides... she played for one hour, and most people could only identify four songs: her hit story (which was good), and three covers. boring, boring.

2) i think mando diao was quite interesting, but spent the hour they were playing in a queue to get an hamburguer.

3) walkmen = overrated. from what i could see.

4) duffy was hot on stage. and that's all about her gig.

5) the killers. well. they didn't kill me (lousy joke), meaning, they didn't have the effect on me that other bands had in past festivals. thinking about vampire weekend, the white stripes and, of course, muse. but they were good, too damn good. they had balls to start the gig with their most known song (at least the most recent one, whatever, i'm not a dancer and i seriously doubt i am human), which is always risky. and they won, they did a truly remarkable gig. especially when they surprised me by playing shadowplay, one of my favourite joy division's songs (hope brandi carlile watched that, so she can learn how to make a good cover). i didn't left the festival as a fan of them, but i'm sure to listen carefully to them one of these days.

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July 18, 2009

A cage.

Aragorn
You have some skill with a blade.

[With a swift move, Éowyn swings her sword and renders Aragorn vulnerable, gaining the upper hand.]

Éowyn [Stepping back and sheathing her sword.]
Women of this country learned long ago: Those without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.

Aragorn
What do you fear, my lady?

Éowyn
A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.

in the lord of the rings: the two towers.

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July 17, 2009

anatomy of a dream.

today i had the third chapter of a dream.

i wasn't really aware that dreams could have chapters as well, but it seems that way. but i've had three dreams over the last months that seem to be telling me a story. most parts of them are blurred, for that is the nature of dreams; but still, i can make out a plot, characters, action and space. let's start.

space: the most important parts of the dream seem to take place at my former university's building, even though i'm not sure about what makes me identify it, since everything is different: the stairs are different, the walls are different, the doors - there are so many - are different. it seems an office building, you know, one of those modern office buildings. most of the action takes place into the basement levels of the building, which implies that some doors lead not to office, but to dark rooms, storage areas. the building is secured by armed guards.

action/plot: the three dreams have something in common: the two main characters were, for some reason i can never remember, trying to break into the building at night. they needed to discover something, to find out some proof that would save something, eventually someone (not sure if it was themselves). they wear black clothes, and they carry all the required gear - ropes, hooks, lockpicks, all sorts of gadgets to do this and that and, of course, guns. interesting side note: in all dreams there is a shooting sequence.

characters: i am the main character, dressing in black. in last night's dream, i carried with me a pair of handguns (can't specify the model). i remember one of the previous dreams - think it was the second one - in which i carried a .12 pump-action shotgun, following the best terminator-style. my comrade, whom i am unable to identify, usually prefers to carry a faster weapon, like a heckler&koch mp5 submachine gun. there is a third character, and his nature is probably the greatest mistery of this dream sequence. it is a guy older than me, slightly shorter and not too bulkier than me. considering his clothes, he could belong to some special force team, even though no one can tell. i do remember his face clearly: green, small eyes, thin lips, short hair military-style. he doesn't talk much, but seems to think a lot. he ponders every detail, thinks about every possibility. while he's not the leader, he is the one who knows the space, so he is often leading the way, or coming to our rescue when things get rough. i don't know his name.

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signs.

i remember, when i was studying literature, to discuss symbols. meaning, something that was into the narrative with the purpose of making the future present. a sign, a premonition, a forewarning. and i can't help wondering about it. we take something - an object, an action - as a warning of what lies ahead. but what if that sign forces things to happen? i mean, believing in signs would imply that the future is determined already, so we would see the sign, we might become aware of its meaning and of future consequences, and yet we are powerless to change the course. what if it is the fact that we understand the meaning that makes what we fear become true?

(might continue, as i feel that i'm not explaining myself as i wanted to).

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July 16, 2009

gravity always wins (II).

in general relativity, a black hole is a region of space in which the gravitational field is so powerful that nothing, including light, can escape its pull. the black hole has a one-way surface, called an event horizon, into which objects can fall, but out of which nothing can come. it is called "black" because it absorbs all the light that hits it, reflecting nothing, just like a perfect blackbody in thermodynamics.

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gravity always wins.

i felt just like him. with something in the back of my head, a splinter stuck deep into my mind, driving me mad whenever i moved. without pain or even itch - just a discomfort that should have no place at all, an alien feeling that kept driving my attention away, pulling me backwards, bringing back memories and long forgotten sensations. a hole, a void within myself where there once was something precious to me, something that the circumstances forced me to give up. an endless abyss that revolves restlessly, trying to pull me into its bleak dephts never to let me go again. like a star trapped within a black hole's gravity pit. it shouldn't be like that. it should never be like that.

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counterclockwise

this morning is going so slowly that i swear i can see the clock moving counterclockwise.

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July 15, 2009

more than a serious business, death is the best marketing strategy

and now people that i know who never in their lives listened to michael jackson spend their time listening to. and downloading their songs. and joining groups on facebook. and writing in blogs about how great he was. while michael jackson's music does not even match their music preferences. i swear i don't get it. death is still the best marketing strategy, it seems.

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choice is an illusion.

a sudden moment of clarity brought light to an old, dark vision. a vision that back then i understood without understanding what could possibly make it real. and all of a sudden i understood that, as i realised that everything is set into motion, and that there is no turning back now. it is strange to think that way - after all, if we know what lies ahead in the path we're walking by our own choice, why not step back, change way or simply stop in our track? it seems easy, true, but it isn't. and from the way i see it, it all seems inevitable. remembering the matrix series: i'm not here because i chose to. the choice was already made. i'm here to understand that choice. and now i do.

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July 14, 2009

ununited states of eurasia

or, in other words, muse's new website, already preparing for their incoming album (la resistance). seems quite cool, go check it out here.

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July 13, 2009

shadow.

a friend of mine writes we don't see things as they are. we see things as we are. meaning, as i see it, that our vision is always subjective, and that what we are gives meaning to the things we see - in other words, to the things we experience. sometimes that leads to an old mistake: sometimes we stop seeing things as we are, but as we wanted them to be. and we try to shape them accordingly, we try to mold them to our idea of perfection, we try to bind them to our will. but even though we see things as we are, things are what they are. trying to bind and shape them will inevitably lead to failure. why? because either we try to shape a rock with our bare hands and fail, or we succeed and reshape it - only to realize that, once reshaped, that rock is not that rock anymore. it is an entirely different thing. it is no longer what it was, or what we felt it was. it is just another shadow that follow us blindly under the light, an empty shell that we filled with our own image.

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July 09, 2009


i'd like to know why this movie has come back to my mind. and i'd like to know why on earth haven't i got a copy yet, or bought the books. (wish good comic books were cheaper, really)

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planeswalking

"So you came back".
I turned to the voice behind me, knowing all too well who had spoken. Years had passed and yet that voice was still clear in my mind, haunting the dreams of my restless nights. I could live forever, watch entire milennia passing by, and I would never forget it.
"Came to see what was left of this world after you left?", he asked.
"Yes."
I turned my eyes from her, to the landscape around us. My mind's eye could still see how it once was: a living world, radiant with sunlight, with trees climbing towards the blue sky and green canopies full of life. Brooks crossing the prairies with the sound of water jumping through gray and mossy-green rock. Verdant grass could be seen until the horizon, where its violent green merged naturally with the sky's deep blue. Bird songs could be heard all around, praising the sun and the life. The wind blew softly through the trees.
My eyes, however, saw a different thing. A barren wasteland, gray and black, lifeless, cut by a violent wind that scattered ash and dust all over. The brooks turned into pools of stagnant water, rotten and dead. The bird's humming was replaced by the buzzing of carrion birds, feeding on the last remnants of life that insisted in making their own way in that desolate land. From the trees, what remained was burned wood. And the sky, once so blue, was gray and black, covered until the horizon by smoke and lightning clouds.
"That's what is left of your actions", he said, behind me. "I hope you haven't returned to make things right."
I turned to him, to see his pitch-black eyes staring at me. Accusing me. Blaming me for that destruction. "No. I couldn't make it right, if I wanted to. That is beyond my power."
I took a deep breath, feeling the sulfuric air of that world burning my throat and my lungs.
"I returned to see what I had done. To understand. To understand the why, since the how is sadly obvious."
"Have you got your answers then?"
"Yes".
He sighed. "It was a pointless struggle. Like most struggles, I might add. Waging war for peace, your kind says, when what you do is to fight merely for the sake of it. You created this world. You destroyed it. And then you carelessly left it, jumping into another one as if nothing had ever happened."
"Not as if anything had ever happened. It did."
I took another deep breath. Was getting used to it.
"You haven't left this world, though. You could have".
"I was the guardian of this world. I was - I am bound to it."
"So am I. And that's why I returned. There is no place like home, they say. Well, this is my home. It has always been."

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July 08, 2009

the chains of andromeda

in the greek mythology, andromeda was the daughter of cepheus and cassiopeia, rulers of the phoenician kingdom of ethiopia. cassiopeia bragged about her unmatched beauty, one that not even the nereids could match. poseidon, god of the seas, decided to punish the queen for her arrogance, and sent the sea monster cetus to ravage the coasts of ethiopia. fearing the monster, cepheus and cassiopeia went to see zeus' oracle, who told them that in order to appease the monster's wrath, the young (and virgin) andromeda had to be sacrificed to it; as such, she was chained, naked, to a rock by the coasts of jaffa. she was timely saved by the hero perseus, who was returning from slaying the gorgon medusa. perseus slew cetus, freeing andromeda. both eventually got married, and after her demise, the goddess athena placed her among the constellations in the sky.

andromeda didn't fall, as poseidon intended to. not everyone had the same luck. but that time, fate sent a hero to save her. her chains were lost, probably left in the rock by perseus and then swallowed by the tide - thus returning to poseidon. perhaps the sea god used them again, to chain some hapless soul to the underwater spires of his domain. perhaps today there is still someone chained to that god-forsaken rock, endlessly tormented by a nigthmare of the dephts, without a hero to pass by and slay it. perhaps fate is taking no one else up to the constellations in the sky.

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July 07, 2009

note to self: never complain about anything.

and i mean anything. everything. everything is fashion these days. i remember complaining about the radio we usually have on at my office. because of that fucking movie last year, nowadays pretty much listens to abba - and loves them. and i mean, for fuck's sake, abba is as shitty as portuguese popular music. only, they are swedish and somewhat trendy. but now everyone has sent abba back into the dark coffin of ether oblivion, while michael jackson comes back from the grave and straight to the music charts all over the world (death, it seems, is the best marketing move ever). god damn it. he's better than abba, way better, i give him that much. but all of a sudden i start seeing people who never really appreciated his music joining online groups about him, writing messages on their msn messenger nicknames, yada yada. just like they did about abba after that bloody movie was filmed. mind you, i get back to the seventies and eighties quite often, but, shall you don't know it, there's more music other than abba and michael jackson. as a matter of fact, some of the best music ever made was created in the seventies and in the eighties. if you don't know where to start, let me give you some clues: joy division, magazine, the sex pistols, the smiths, the modern lovers. and forget about dancing zombies and mamma mias.

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July 06, 2009

when all the lights go out.

sometimes i imagine a different picture. a dark room, devoid of everything unessential. there is a small bed, a small wardrobe. no bedtable, just an old and dusty chair where some clothes are hanging along with two half-empty packs of cigarrettes and a dirty ashtray. a small window in one of the walls capturing little light. a man sitting on the bed, alone. surrounded by pictures and wrinkled pages. in the pictures, smiling faces can be seen, revealing promises never fulfilled, a life that years before shown so much potential. all wasted. the wrinkled pages are written with tales never told, drafts of ideas that were never completed. he doesn't know where are those faces in the pictures. hasn't seen any of them in years. hasn't called them. hasn't heard about any of them, their voices lost in the void that lies beyond the door of his small room. he doesn't know where have those ideas gone. he remembers a time when they flown into him naturally, but the flow was interrupted many years ago. now he can't remember when it happened anymore. not that it matters. it was long ago. in the meanwhile, the wrinkles of his drafts are the wrinkles of his face. time heals everything, they say, but it never forgives.

what changed is unknown. at some point of his life, however, something happened that brought him to a halt. some choice, perhaps. some hesitation. some wrong. he does now know, but he ended up alone in a dark, dirty room, surrounded by his own ghosts. the only company he has left until the day when all the lights go out.

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automatic mode.

what i imagine is an empty life, you know. a purposeless life, set on automatic mode: get up, shower, breakfast (some healthy cereals), drive to work, quick meal shortly after noon, end of daily work, drive home, do some quick shopping for dinner. cook the dinner, eat it in silence while watching the twenty-hour news magazine on a small-sized telly. sitting in the sofa while the dishwasher does is job, watching the night's soap. and bed time. tomorrow will be the same. and the next day. and the next day. until the weekend comes, and if the sun is out, then it is time to go out and walk a bit through a park made of green, fake grass, with fake wooden benches and people who meet there out of desperation, pretending to be happy. maybe watch a movie later, the latest mindless blockbuster that looks so cool. and it goes on and on, saving money for those holidays in the high summer, so it is possible to go across the ocean to some so-called paradise island and spend the days frying under the sun, drinking mojitos and getting tanned, taking a crapload of fake pictures to show to the fake friends. escaping an illusion by falling into another. and then the cycle resumes itself. dull and empty. automatic mode.

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July 03, 2009

fire.

sometimes the best way to put out the fire is to let it burn until there is nothing else for it to consume. there are several ways to do it, the most famous being probably "fighting fire with fire", i.e., creating a controlled fire ahead that consumes both the oxygen and the fuel that makes the uncontrolled fire burn. this is not without risk; if one can't control the second fire, one risks having two out of control, or a bigger one. sometimes, however, risks must be taken.

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aftermath of a quiz

just for fun, i made one of those "how well do you know me?" quizzes on facebook, and the few answers i got really amused me. one of my closest friends, for example, only got one question right out of eight. i assume some answers were tricky, all right, but the most "polemic" one what "what is my favourite movie director". most people replied "quentin tarantino". which was wrong. it is stanley kubrick.

no, it is not an old passion, but i've never stated myself that tarantino was my favourite. it is true that i really like his work. reservoir dogs and pulp fiction are among the best movies i've ever seen, and i find death proof really interesting (no, i haven't seen kill bill yet). tarantino is definitely a gifted director and movie writer - he creates very good characters, and is a master in setting them in motion. moreover, the way he tangles storylines is amazing - pulp fiction is remarkable on that regard, and the way reservoir dogs' storyline is told is really good. no doubt: tarantino is a genius, and i'm really looking forward his next movie. but knowing my passion for science fiction, i wonder why haven't my friends replied ridley scott instead, since old ridley was the director of two of my favourite films ever: alien and blade runner, two masterpieces of science fiction.

and yet, kubrick made films like no other movie director before or after him. i didn't realise that when i watched a clockwork orange, a movie i found brilliant but which i definitely need to watch again. but when my screenplay writing teacher shown the class part of the movie barry lyndon, i understood that i was watching something completely different. kubrick's attention to every little detail, his stubborness in filming the whole movie in natural light (the story takes place in the eighteenth century, and kubrick asked nasa for special lenses so he could film everything with candlelight), the selection of the cast, the photography (truly amazing), the costumes, well, nothing in that movie is short of perfection. the narrator and its often sarcastic tone and crude remarks add a subtle touch to the story's progression. it takes three hours - yes, three hours, just as much as the cameron's pain-in-the-ass titanic. and it's more slow-paced, the dialogues are richer, the characters are really well developed. as such, the movie never really gets boring, only more interesting every minute. trust me, you reach the end without noticing that three hours have passed. watching it again, and whole, made me realise that kubrick is light-years away from any other director - and instantly turned him into my favourite director. the amazing full metal jacket and the bizarre eyes wide shut only reinforced my preference, even over tarantino (and yet they are so difference that any comparison will always feel somewhat unfair). add to that kubrick's uncanny ability to "jump" through movie styles without losing quality - he filmed war, drama, romance, science fiction, comedy, horror, and each and every of his movies, from 2001 to The Shining (as all others), are references and masterpieces of their genres. i don't know about you, but i've heard of no other director with the skill, the ability and the will to do that.

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chaos will always prevail. it is better organized.

thoughts and chaos by

  • john raynes
  • [ jeraynes[at]gmail[dot]com ]

present past:

  • suicide note
  • euphoria and broken glass
  • tear drop
  • requiem for lothorethiel
  • self-inflicted pain
  • the girls we followed home
  • untamed
  • the stand alone friend

guest stars:

  • anonymous
  • delerium14
  • alice
  • shelyra
  • jill
  • virginia

second home:

  • jardim de micróbios
  • viagem a andrómeda

friends:

  • Damn, life, you scary!
  • era um manual de instruções, por favor
  • hoje voltei a ver
  • i'm just killing time
  • lady chatterley
  • tudo e nada

personal favourites:

  • a lei seca
  • aurea mediocritas
  • complexidade e contradição
  • locus amoenus
  • ouriquense
  • postsecret
  • the tugboat complex
  • vontade indómita

early morning laughs:

  • bug comic
  • sinfest
  • xkcd

politically speaking:

  • blasfemias
  • delito de opinião
  • estado sentido
  • o insurgente
  • portugal dos pequeninos
  • 31 da armada

outside world:

  • a forum of ice and fire
  • dead air space

recent chaos:

  • Eulogy
  • Spaceport
  • Lifeless
  • Undertow
  • Smoke and mirrors
  • Mistakes
  • Cast no shadow
  • Love will tear us apart
  • Lady Winter
  • Music doesn't really get any better than this

the past (un)perfect:

  • October 2005
  • November 2005
  • December 2005
  • January 2006
  • February 2006
  • March 2006
  • April 2006
  • May 2006
  • June 2006
  • July 2006
  • August 2006
  • September 2006
  • October 2006
  • November 2006
  • December 2006
  • January 2007
  • February 2007
  • March 2007
  • April 2007
  • May 2007
  • June 2007
  • July 2007
  • August 2007
  • September 2007
  • October 2007
  • November 2007
  • December 2007
  • January 2008
  • February 2008
  • March 2008
  • April 2008
  • May 2008
  • June 2008
  • July 2008
  • August 2008
  • September 2008
  • October 2008
  • November 2008
  • December 2008
  • January 2009
  • February 2009
  • March 2009
  • April 2009
  • May 2009
  • June 2009
  • July 2009
  • August 2009
  • September 2009
  • October 2009
  • November 2009
  • December 2009
  • January 2010
  • February 2010
  • March 2010
  • April 2010
  • May 2010
  • June 2010
  • July 2010
  • August 2010
  • September 2010
  • October 2010
  • November 2010
  • December 2010
  • January 2011
  • February 2011
  • March 2011
  • April 2011
  • May 2011
  • June 2011
  • July 2011
  • August 2011
  • September 2011
  • October 2011
  • November 2011
  • December 2011
  • January 2012
  • February 2012
  • March 2012
  • April 2012
  • May 2012
  • June 2012
  • July 2012
  • September 2012
  • December 2012

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