If you see a flock of birds flying by, and then notice a helicopter in the same airspace, doesn't the helicopter look absurd, as the two images slowly move by?

🐦🪿🦆🦅

Smeli nachinaniya. Strakhotna rezolyutsiya. Ukrainski inovatsii.

Molitva za mir v Gaza.

Joyeuse Action-de-grâce!/Happy Thanksgiving! 

Hrabri poduhvati. Zastrašujuća rezolucija. Ukrajinka inovacija. 

Molitva za mir u Gazi.

Chaibrowlin'gartisonictwit

Bilbacultrimatrondelle

e.g wizartiflack-fluel 

encompasswordee-litterminted 🧭

innordyn'est kelvinblimtage 

mattlelephantonka-crutch 🐘

inoperatic tunedramut

acroustuck melodiestrich-niner 

ambiantsy frankensteiner 

streamwork af'fable-icozy 🧛

geniealcove aproprosy

d'ohsy spiritédelixtian

aczensual haikovix'

szechouraganglee tempêstroinka 🌀

coshinchon arboaurabloinka 🌲🐷

harness-zestabulutinker

acclaimaltitude H. Winkler 😉 

 

akumonitiesandwedgewise.

*Many thanks to so many people out there. Thanks for making 2024 such a great year! 🦃

Bis ans Ende der Welt (Until the End of the World)

Fluidly transmitting interactive hybrid tender phenomena, Bis ans Ende der Welt (Until the End of the World) randomly travels around the world.

I can't imagine what it must have been like to exotically film in so many countries, at an accelerated intricate pace kinetically connected universally lithe.

I couldn't watch the entire film in one extended sitting so I divided it into 3 parts, the first two hours, the second two hours, and the last 47 odd minutes.

While I was watching I admired its freedom as it temperamentally trotted the globe, while casually presenting endemic technologies along with brief interrogative artifacts. 

The 4 hour and 47 minute film leaves the viewer full of lighthearted enriching anticipation, comfortably rewarded for investing their time while convivially considering the mischievous details.

Part 1 as accidentally compartmentalized offers a chase as previously mentioned around the world, as a romantic artful passionate soul sets out in search of a would-be lover.

He's stolen some money from her which she borrowed from thieves who stole it from Nice, and as she keeps finding him and he keeps escaping dynamic love blossoms with fugacious flurries.

The second act is much more settled as the lively couple finds rest in Australia, several characters who came along for the ride jocosely joining them then forming a band.

The destruction of a nuclear satellite has knocked out communications around the world, with practically no machines in working order it's time to jam sit back and enjoy life.

The last act sees the principal characters become addicted to an ingenious device (global power restored), which records your dreams and plays them back for you to freely watch throughout your day.

Unfortunately, the dreams become reality and those taking part refuse to do anything else but watch them.

Drifting into cerebral psychosis. 

Like turtles all the way down. 🐢

If searching for an offbeat romance that celebrates active unorthodox lives, improvisationally following their own distinct paths, Bis ans Ende der Welt is worth seeing for sure.

My favourite scenario was the chillaxed jam where music reimagines being and nothingness.

Reminded me of old times in the countryside.

Laidback livin'.

Kitchen jams.

Saw something new today.

I was looking up a film to see how long it was, and I noticed a number of "frequently-asked-questions" below my Google Search. For curiosity's sake, I looked at a couple of them, notably the one stating, "Why is _____________ a masterpiece?" The curious thing about the answer, and what I had never seen before, was that it said only men thought the film was a masterpiece, and that women didn't share their opinion. Begging the question, has the designation masterpiece itself shifted in recent years, and can only a film deemed a "masterpiece" by a majority of both female and male critics now be genuinely considered worthy of the name?

So many distinctions. 

Can't believe I've never seen anyone make such a claim.

Ahalegin ausartak. Ebazpen ikaragarria. Ukrainako berrikuntza. 

Gazan bakearen alde otoitz egiten.

When I'm driving down the highway at night, and I see other cars passing by, I often wonder where they're going, and if they're on a lengthy trek. It's cool to think that car's going to Winnipeg, and that one to Montréal, that one's stopping in ye olde Sudbury, that one's in for the Pacific haul. 

Through endless semi-boundless forests.

So much wilderness. 

What a massive country.

Countries. 🚙

Mutige Unternehmungen. Beeindruckende Auflösung. Ukrainische Innovation. 

Wir beten für den Frieden in Gaza.

Alice in den Städten (Alice in the Cities)

A wandering writer discovers photography while driving around the United States, and takes sundry pictures his editor rejects when he attempts to submit them instead of his article.

He couldn't help not writing it, he was inspired by a different idea, and even though a task had been definitively set, he seductively swerved and creatively reimagined it.

He's out of money nevertheless and his editor won't give him any more, the decision to return to Germany suddenly presenting itself with frank appeal.

While purchasing his ticket he meets a single mom and her curious child, both of whom can't speak English yet also want to return to Northern Europe.

He agrees to awkwardly assist and then finds himself with no place to stay, the mother and daughter agreeing to put him up his habitual thanks most unpresuming. 

The mother is still in touch with her new partner who wants to remain in the United States, and leaves her daughter with the travelling writer and they proceed to sightsee around New York.

They agree to meet at the airport but surprisingly the mother doesn't show up.

But sends word she'll meet them in Europe.

When the next flight arrives, she's not on it.

The child doesn't remember where her grandmother lives and the two have quite the confusing adventure, the writer learning not to be so grumpy as he tries to accommodate youthful maturation.

It's an oddball misfit scenario the oblivious trio not consciously registering, the bohemian lifestyle making bold decisions through spontaneous planning as they make their way home.

As luck would have it, youthful spirit blossoming in friendship unceremoniously wins the day, the artist reluctantly embracing formalities to amusingly calm down the frightened youngster.

She notices his random scribblings and childishly wonders what they might be.

He bashfully plays the absent-minded father.

To improvise with unkempt austerity. 

Love how many division rivals are playing in MLB's Division Series playoff round this year. 

They must be so sick of playing each other. ⚾

Odvážné snažení. Ohromující rozlišení. Ukrajinská inovace. 

Modlitba za mír v Gaze.

Broncos! 

Amazing win!

Multiple interceptions.

Bo Nix with solid numbers.

Finally beat the Raiders again. 

Broncos!

Modiga ansträngningar. Formidabel upplösning. Ukrainsk innovation. 

Ber för fred i Gaza.

Chlorofilterstwilder'nessy

Orijebieskneezybreezy 🦓

calcultramatum progenie 🧞

soueightbalticabachelore 

feefoakal conzensha'des-zoar

percolalately pepilepsi 

cherring-siège-moustache-nestea 🫖

tempourauriferturnst'île 

gland-golive-goyle atoill-meanwhile

away-far-out-thereins-sane-sawdle 🐎

tardistinker moufest-flawval 🦨

tintartin-akinder-yokel 🪺

d'oh'cal signetceternoble

javalonestarstruckin' Friday

phantom-tome wryeszone Jemimé 🥞

hark-ris'Odo zeniche nilé 

Cleo-Kamalps-patrihoté ⛰

deltadporiolsontichno. 🐸

Beau Travail

A group of dedicated soldiers is professionally assembled in Eastern Africa, and taught to efficiently train in the time honoured art of balanced routine.

The locals curiously regard them as they exercise within their lands, the Legion's regimented solemnity a modern spectacle deriving pathos. 

It seems somewhat innocent and harmless as they freely stick to their upbeat selves, and build a harmonious continuity within their sombre intense ranks. 

With no wars to occupy their time and a general desire to remain aloof, the offbeat focused isolated unit peacefully co-exists with the world around them.

Unfortunately, where many find peace there are still those who cultivate conflict, and the uptight fastidious sergeant finds himself bitterly consumed by jealousy.

A new recruit proves quite remarkable and effectively demonstrates natural talent, in the eyes of their commanding officer he has great potential for a soldiering future.

The sergeant can't rationally stand it and desperately seeks to halt his progress. 

Unable to mediate his contempt.

Or accept the calm endearing tranquility. 

Once again, the evocative Claire Denis crafts a multilayered sensual tale, with a small budget in a foreign land while dealing with potentially volatile subject matter (not often you see thought-provoking low budget independent army films).

Startling to see such a tender take on formidable concrete durable masculinity, emphasizing brotherhood and camaraderie from a mutually self-sacrificing reliable vision.

The consistent observations of the inquisitive locals add so much humanistic depth, as you lightheartedly think along with them, what are they doing there?, while peace envelopes the land.

It starts off with intermittent savvy and congenially blends several different scenes, realistically invigorating the tragic tale with inherent foreign spiralling multiplicity.

Details of the plot are cleverly interwoven to the point where it seems secondary like a distant vision, the conducive galvanizing merry imagery awe-strikingly dismissing imperial entanglements.

I was hoping the entire film would continue to progress in this dreamlike fashion, not that the principal narrative is dull or uneventful, 90 plus minutes of the former would have just been incredible.

Too bad so much grief has to pass before the concluding moments fashionably exemplify, a welcoming world not so timorous or severe presenting alternative manners of masculine expression.

Stentorian peace exotically exclaimed with celebratory festive inhibition.

Rare to see anyone make this point.

Especially with such ingenious visceral exhibition. 

Sigh. Since seeing the episode on Star Trek: The Next Generation, I've always wanted to try the Klingon painstik ritual. Why? I have no idea. 🤔

Pogumna prizadevanja. Izjemna resolucija. Ukrajinska inovacija. 

Molitev za mir v Gazi. 

With the Blue Jays out 😢, I'm rootin' for the Brewers and Padres. ⚾ 

Odvážne snahy. Ohromujúce rozlíšenie. Ukrajinská inovácia. 

Modlitba za mier v Gaze.

Chocolat

Growing up alone and isolated in a foreign nation while nestled in the country, a young child observes the inner-workings of a French colonial government.

Things generally proceed without dilemma, issue, hiccup, or re-modification, since her father's level-headed and makes Indigenous friends and local contacts.

He's gone for extended periods pursuing various governmental initiatives however, leaving his wife and child in the steady care of a clever resourceful citizen.

Who's been able to casually bridge relaxed European and African customs, with fluid evocative hands-on knowledge he feels at home wherever he goes. 

He's a jack-of-all-generational-trades and gets along well with both parents and children, like a cool open-minded and friendly babysitter who can also fix the generator or chase away hyenas.

The routine life upon the compound proceeds dependably without much uproar, although a plane lands one day nearby due to unfortunate mechanical malfunctions. 

It introduces a cast of characters representing less settled colonialist viewpoints.

Little France observes with wonder.

While the adults search for temporal occupation.

Chocolat presents a raw depiction of a select period from an atypical life, offering accounts of unfiltered memories that seemed peculiar to youth in blossom.

It's fun to watch Claire Denis's film because the narrative isn't strictly linear, there's a story that progresses throughout no doubt but it's broken up by random occurrences.

It's like a thoughtful surrealist embarkation into the innocent world of youth and playtime, in a sincere environment where the child tries to make sense of the strange conversations held by different adults.

The memories are like cool flashbacks to uncanny airs which must have seemed odd, certainly not like the familiar adventures she would have imagined with other bureaucrat children.

As it unreels, one scene after another depicts a fascinating narrative technique, where everything fits, nothing's misplaced, but the individual scenes are like mini-stories of their own.

You can pick and choose the individual tales as if you were leafing through an anthology, or watch them in succinct succession as they serpentinely structure a mischievous yarn.

Like being transported back to early childhood to freely reflect upon bewildering pastimes, the mesmerizing curious vignettes peacefully prosper through animate invention.

Held together by an African saint who can efficiently tread so many walks of life.

Unlike anything I've seen before.

Unique beauty inspired in motion. 

Broncos! 🏈

I admit that I'm a sucker for the Dances with Wolves heart eating scene.

Hrabri poduhvati. Zastrašujuća rezolcija. ukrajinska inovacija.

Moli se va mir u Gazi.

I know, some people like to talk, for a really long time, and if you're busy, sometimes it's tough to find the time. Just remember, those people really care about you, and if suddenly they're gone, and you know you're never going to talk to them again, you'll feel a great emptiness that's impossible to void, no matter how much logic you apply, no matter how much time passes. 😢

Oidhirpean misneachail. Fuasgladh uamhasach. Ùrghnàthachadh Ucràinis.

Ag ùrnaigh airson sìth ann an Gàsa. 

Flaurorgatlan(t)ichezchou

Aquoi-filterbloustershire

Itinerrumin'antsy brigher

tinsheliattract-stat-shiverse

gimpulsardinia cométwirp

cornuscopticalabreezy

windseeswaptitude capeachy

cleantortu-gazoom-phi-flume 🐢

attunamelmarmacaroon

festudiousselwickgentstein

carafty-dorodraughteline

desighenpintentactical

flotsamimi osakapult

dodoltentropical peewheaties

champulpitfuel zentreaty

kamaltruisteep-fleet-fluent

harigoldemboldened-'cruited

satelight-the-waydaytimely.

Westfront 1918

I often read about the terrors of the First World War while still at school, of the maniacal desperation consistently felt by its brave and valiant soldiers.

New advances in military technology had devised so many cunning new ways to kill, that the omnipresent despotic brutality was enough to drive the most courageous mad.

There is a romantic conception of warfare kept alive through faux medieval battles, where you defend your family with a sword not gas or a submachine gun.

Theoretically, way back when, you could defend innocent lives if you had the nerve or know-how, without having to worry about being cut down by a crafty sniper, mine or bomb (arrows perhaps).

That was a dominant theme in the books and essays read so long ago, that there was nothing romantic about the new style of fighting it was just cold calculated destruction.

It levelled the playing field.

Before, if you were strong and athletically gifted you had an advantage when engaged in sword-fighting, but with the advances in modern weapons technology natural gifts meant next to nothing.

Communication was unclear and patchy and uncertain objectives were awkwardly obtained.

Until hundreds of thousands of recruits mournfully charged machine gun nests.

When the Germans eventually ran out of bullets.

Victory was obtained.

That's not how lives should be lived and it's certainly not how they should be sacrificed, it's odd that people thought things were progressing when they horrifyingly ended up that way.

The romantic lure of the chivalric codes that killed so many millions in World Wars I and II, mistakenly applied, may have taken sociocultural root again, the potential resurrection much more disturbing.

Like crocodiles Dylan's Masters of War hid in crevices and caves for more than a half-century, until the internet had broken down the peaceful net gallantly established by postmodern artists and teachers.

Westfront 1918 hoped not to revisit the devastation of War, released in Germany in 1930 it went so far as to champion camaraderie.

How do you convince incredible people not to throw their lives away attacking other nations living in peace, who have done them no violent harm?

While trying to convince others that those same people living in peace need help to defend their country?

Proceed one step at a time.

Know that you're part of a team much larger than yourself. 

Know that politicians like Kamala Harris stand for you.

And give you a legitimate voice in Congress/Parliament.

*Criterion keyword: visceral. 

Are you aware of any passages in the forest that seem like intergalactic portals to other worlds?

Eforturi curajoase. Rezoluție grozavă. Inovație ucraineană. 

Ne rugăm pentru pace în Gaza.

Imagine hippopotami lived in the United States and migrated to Canada every summer, like birds, and if you visited a lake, you might get to see one, or several perhaps, making sure to keep a distance (I hear they dangerous). 

And then there was a mass hippo migration every fall to be captured on film by National Geographic! 

That would be incredibly cool.

Coming some day as they make their way north. 🦛

Esforços corajosos. Resolução formidável. Inovação ucraniana. 

Orando pela paz em Gaza.

Kameradschaft

A giant coal mine smoothly stretches from Northern France into agile Germany, both countries in hearty pursuit of abundant resources with industrious zeal.

But as the mine expands and diversifies far beneath the hospitable surface, disquieting developments awkwardly erupt which necessitate chill respective sagacity.

An extended blaze in this lucid case threatens the French side of the massive mine, which they continuously hold off until it overwhelms their sturdy equipoise. 

On the other side of the border, their German counterparts learn of the hardship, and passionately agree to send a rescue team complete with supplies to aid their brethren. 

There are dissenting voices but humanity vanquishes their lack of grace, and inadequate comprehension of goodwill as emphatically applied to angelic standing.

A bold attempt by G.W. Pabst to inspire collegial international relations, and combat the destructive swell ignominiously spreading throughout postwar Germany.

Imagine such alternative thoughts publicly co-existed with the infernal Nazis, and directly challenged their despicable ideology with warm compassionate multilateral friendship.

Within ye olde Kameradschaft we find initiatives which championed the European Union, with multiple languages and ways of life interdependently prospering ensemble.

Would Russia not be welcome one far off day if it abandoned its mad aggression, and devastating obsession to be as powerful as the democratic United States?

Black and white, Jewish and Arab, native and immigrant, does it make that much difference, is it not politically preferable to compassionately unite for common causes?

Look at the destruction in Palestine look at the savagery of the Oct. 7th attacks, is there not an infinitely more suitable way to conduct their alternative codes of conduct?

Don't you want to raise children with the peaceful knowledge that one day they'll do the same, instead of filling their minds with hatred to fight a war with no end in sight?

The sad thing is that before Oct. 7th things had relaxed a great deal in the region, and peace had thriven for so so long that uptight restrictions were widely placated.

I urge anyone in similar situations not to act aggressively should similar restrictions relax, and rather continue to cultivate peace until one day you have a European Union.

But it shouldn't have to come to such bitter malevolent ends.

If people pursue mutually beneficial camaraderie. 

One day one step at a time. 

Is side A of Déjà Vu the best vinyl side ever? 

5 folk/rock legends. 

And they each wrote a classic.

Odważne wysiłki. Imponująca rozdzielczość. Ukraińska innowacja.

Modlimy się o pokój w Gazie.

Peyton Manning must be a Quarterback Whisperer.

Can he get another million added to his contract, posthaste!

I've never seen better results in a shorter period of time.

This is what I expected to see when Sean Payton was hired as Head Coach.

Surrounding himself with good people.

Playing well on offence, defence, and special teams.

Bo Nix for rookie of the year!

What a performance! 🏈

Modige bestrebelser. Formidabel oppløsning. Ukrainsk innovasjon.

Ber om fred i Gaza.

Resolivelycredendowed

Cabrewsterhea shugga-chou

cherminister-de-ferrust-flu

railwaitergolgoldenversegway

tre'sel'twitch zeknit-lit-britné

clay-mantrianglutte-dee-brutledge

erbamynocktiptoeuvrege

edribbongo-mondojogun

kneeburlapsnack-krarkensnowden

enzimatterhorne'ervestige

handersohm-kricoutome-nestid

ni-tennabrie-dend'or'-bajaura

P.S.alv'arbor'bak'lorva

tartizauntie treepolisbon

outwor(l)dplayground schtizmo-schism

kalmatriculate zendearing

h(e)ar(t)isanepioneering

metrocubolollicrandew.

Jalsaghar (The Music Room)

Traditional techno prestigious glamour entrenched nobility inalienable birthright, delicately maintaining vast ancient customs once thoroughly sought to uphold righteous honour.

The royal in question elaborately ensconced within his palatial discreet colossus, known for entertaining and leisure and horseplay as were his forefathers so much of his kin.

But times change, new ideas and philosophies begin to prosper throughout the land, and new markets new ways to earn money latently tempt inherent ambitions.

As the economy undergoes transformation and the nouveau riche seek respect and authority, the ocean encroaches upon his old lands and leaves him with no means to take in revenue.

Dispiritingly, his wife and only son travel by water to rendez-vous with her family, tragically suffering a moribund fate when caught in a hurricane on their way home.

Left with no rightful heir and too uptight and proud to start over again, he settles into a depressed routine which sees no income or family or friend.

The world erupting in kitschy novelty borderline insouciant bewitching pandemonium. 

He embraces the passing of the years.

Rarely emerging from his elegant den.

There must be an arthouse tradition imaginatively awaiting curious enthusiasts, who aren't as interested in Bollywood's sensation but still directly crave tactile Indian genius. 

Jalsaghar (The Music Room) seductively showcasing the despondent struggle of a political system, as those who can't adapt to the newfound democracy suffer in silence while their wealth slowly fades.

But more than that, if ever there was a relevant film to challenge boredom and decay, Satyajit Ray's cataclysmic masterpiece indirectly applauds diversification.

The industrious Dutch have held back the sea for such a long time their techniques transmissible, had the aging royal simply adopted them he may have kept his people on the land.

Perhaps due to obsessive bearings he never became aware of such maritime difference, but had he focused intently on generating an income, and hired innovative people accordingly, he likely would have continued to profit from his holdings, and never would have had to sell his sacred possessions.

Thus, beware the sedentary life should you find yourself enamoured with rest and relaxation.

As the saying goes, don't rest on your laurels.

Notably if so many rely on your industry.

If you've got a ton of work to do, and you're not sure where to start, just make sure to do something. Then follow it up with something else. Make a list and check things off the list. Just keep doing this 'til you've made a dent. Then keep doing other things until that dent gets bigger.

Moedige pogingen. Formidabele resolutie. Oekraïense innovatie. 

Bidden voor vrede in Gaza.

I'm working on my forest walk.

It's like I'm driving a car.

I look left, straight ahead, then right, straight ahead again, and then twirl, to see what's behind me (not necessarily in that order). 

Suits me well (as long as no one's watching).

😎

Sforzi kuraġġużi. Riżoluzzjoni formidabbli. Innovazzjoni Ukraina.

Nitolbu għall-paċi f'Gaża.

Pather Panchali

A loving mother wants the best for her children but is desperately obsessed with her remorseless poverty, her dreamer husband slow to provide or clearly understand her protracted woe.

There's no thought of her working herself or finding a way to help make ends meet, the ancient code governing village life definitively maintaining strict gender roles.

Her children enjoy playing in the countryside and modestly excel through recourse to laughter, education not prominent in that part of the country, the children relying on friends and family.

But they're also jealous of their friend's possessions especially when the sweet purveyor walks by, at times leading to their mother's embarrassment as they naturally seek the good things in life.

I really felt for their mom as she despondently waits for her husband to get paid, and he dreams and he dreams and he dreams while his house falls apart and there's nothing to eat.

It's ok to sit back and dream but it's much more convenient when your wife also works, and isn't stuck sitting at home all day with nothing to do while her neighbours deride her.

Could you imagine having no recourse and having to wait months to have money to spend, while your children ran wild in the jungle and the neighbourhood lampooned your lack of wealth?

Open up the inclusive workforce and maximize opportunity for everyone willing.

Her husband's no doubt a cool guy.

But fails to empathize with her situation.

Pather Panchali isn't all doom and gloom it's also full of innocent pluck and tenacity, complete with multiple extended scenes celebrating the joys of childhood and playtime.

I would recommend leaving Disney behind for a weekend and giving this film a try, along with El espíritu de la colmena (The Spirit of the Beehive), El Sur, and E.T, that would make for an exceptional film day.

Dickens also seems to be creatively influencing the compassionate film and perhaps Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay's novel, the close focus on delicious food for instance (it's fun to pig out after he describes food), or the inclusion of chill and offbeat characters like Auntie (who reminded me of Mr. Dick in David Copperfield).

Its moderate pace also captures village life as it gradually progresses from season to season.

Moments like how cool it is when you see your first train.

An intense sudden rainfall. 

An improvised chase.

*Criterion keyword - resplendent. 

There's a star group that I refer to as The Turtle Constellation every night. I've tried to match it to ancient lore but have been unsuccessful thus far (ancient turtle constellations). This one has another star to the south that looks like a giant tail. I'm therefore calling it, The Snapping Turtle. It's fitting for this neck of the woods! 🐢 🌟

Hrabri potfati. Zastrašuvačka rezolucija. Ukrainska inovacija. 

Molitva za mir vo Gaza.

Courage Bestriewungen. Formidabel Opléisung. Ukrainesch Innovatioun.

Biet fir Fridden a Gaza.

Irritating that there was no Terminator Genisys sequel.

😕

Libeartoshibrillanzentic

Fantasiagaelicorn-rimbitters

freck-inhierovect-tech-shivers

ironnie-le-boistrich-strike

invergograzingranbitbite

alitermidiogmarama

rawstruck-balansealéona

navigas’troll gravenue

meandes-phaeto’nichelieu

askewkardnova tardisclosure

tofeu-mardisglute-grimposure

friáre-gorn-glattavischtick-wit

neon-noseaworthee-theatlit

in'auriel-lou-easel-poivre

vrooming-hospice-spique-spanauta

harristohandcraftedtalkies

kamerkel-ta-whoot-root-rockin’

geneococosimimosa.

Shazam! Fury of the Gods

And while engaging in acts of heroism the mighty Wizard's Staff was torn asunder, and the powerful spells it had indeed cast broken, thereby encouraging blatant disharmonies.

The daughters of Atlas in fact wildly reinvigorated at last, the staff having kept them interminably imprisoned within a labyrinthine ancient realm.

Obsessed with divine pretensions and extravagant disastrous displays, they seek to rob Shazam and his friends of their powers, with even more fury than the Philly Press!

Yet feuding erupts amongst them since they can't agree upon a plan, the youngest having fallen for trusty Freddy, the eldest comporting herself with age old wisdom. 

But in the middle lies contemptuous envy who remains inconsolable, bitter and wrathful, and rather than simply pursuing peace it unleashes hellbent devastating carnage.

Mythological beasts and a ferocious dragon attempt to lay waste to the oblivious planet, who once dared to divide their realms, contemporary generations having no idea.

Shazam must come to terms with his habitual doubt and long lasting depression, to embrace the strength resiliently needed to definitively challenge the irascible god.

And deep down in emboldened depths he bravely searches for formidable traction.

To challenge the delirious dragon (cool to see Lucy Liu riding a dragon).

With every ounce of extant vitality. 

Much less sure of himself than Batman or even Clark Kent or the furtive Blue Beetle, Shazam struggles with excessive self-criticism which at times results in self-defeating paralysis. 

As I've mentioned before, logical self-criticism is an effective tool as generally recommended, but it needs to be balanced with reasonable confidence to ensure spirited soulful synergies.

As Shazam! Fury of the Gods proves with resonant disputatious self-awareness, to champion honest mass exclamation through sensational tasked theatrics.

What to make of the ecstatic blend of ancient mythology and modern culture, the regenerative protean of metastasized matrices habitually enabling multivariable mélanges. 

The claim to humanistic divinity still remains widely challenged.

Keeping within realistic rationales.

To avoid mad imperialistic expansion (go Kamala!).

*Still makes for fun movies though.

Audax cona. Formidolosa resolutio. Ucraina innovatio. 

Orantes pacem in Gaza.

If you thought raccoon ears were cute, try opossum feet!

They adorable.

I like to think I'm one of Bowie's puzzled men who questioned what we were here for.

If anything. 🧩

*I thought the lyric was puzzleman though.

Gli sforzi coraggiosi. Risoluzione formidabile. Innovazione ucraina.

Preghiamo per la pace a Gaza.

Ant-Man & the Wasp: Quantumania

It's fun to observe the natural world.

There's so much compelling detail interests revitalize. 

With imposing potential - sprawl and industry - the presence of nature remains paramount, and it's always exciting to actively see turtles and raccoons and skunks and deer.

The dire forecasts of a concrete jungle ubiquitously consuming so much more vital space, keeps current animal sightings aflush with wonder as extant natural environs tantalize.

I worry about the metaphorical dimension the infinite interpretive subconscious bedlam, that accompanies fertile thought throughout its playful inquisitive trajectories. 

I generally assume that people understand that I'm just writing about the Natural World, because it's fun to actively engage with agile integral insects and beasts.

Thus, through the art of fair play multilateral matriculations merge and metastasize, without claiming elaborate authority which may have nothing to do with what whomever intended. 

As curiosity matures and mutates.

Ants and bees, fascinating creatures, I try my best not to impede them, and wish we could communicate with them directly, I bet they would make thought provoking observations.

That's what happens in Quantumania ants evolve in the Quantum Realm, and learn to communicate with Dr. Hank Pym and help him out as he battles a tyrant.

Instagram posts note that bees learn arithmetic and their ingenious waggle dances demonstrate intricate thought, ants no doubt communicating in similar ways as they actively engage with their surroundings.

Both species highly adaptive and found in abundance throughout the world, it's cool to see ants treated with so much respect within the versatile Quantum Realm.

Interspecial communication remaining a compelling possibility, bees might think we're boring because we can't fly.

Ants may think we're impractical seeing how much easier it is for them to maintain.

No accounting for beetles and grasshoppers. 

Dragonflies seem to like us. 

It is pretty cool that both Manning Brothers won the Super Bowl. 

Imagine their Holiday get togethers!

🏈

Irrachtaí misniúla. Taifeach uafásach. nuálaíocht Úcráin.

Ag guí ar son na síochána i Gaza. 

Last Post-Season, while watching Kansas City play Miami in -22 C cold, I thought the NFL should perhaps build a cold practice facility, to help playoff teams prepare for such adverse conditions.

It could be located in Alaska, near Anchorage, which would certainly be exciting for local peeps curious about meeting NFL athletes. 

The CFL starts in June so we don't have to play in the winter (it can still be pretty cold in November).

Struggling to play when it's -22 C outside isn't a sign of weakness, having to do anything outside when it's that cold without the proper winter gear is incredibly difficult.

🏈

Bátor próbálkozások. Félelmetes felbontás. Ukrán innováció.

Imádkozni a békéért Gázában.

Would have been cool if Denver had won today. But they were leading at half-time. And they only lost by 6! 

Not bad for a rookie debut.

Broncos! 🏈

Occipersepoliscat'ssanity

Dragourdagon prizimboblé 🐉

bayshorcasnorkelpu(l)padmé 

Iguanatomamocktobeartha 🦎

windeelattacofuroasta 

bor-e-i-ota moleskindredge 

rumimateatempurblimbread 

crummagigangleesoundwave 🌊

es'char-les-t'on-chew-bacchuskeywhey 🍫 🍷

D.Jay-de-l'aid'outbacktrackroidyl

pique-kiche sawd'oustb'owl dessertswhil 🦉

sab-lah-b-la-zerkstaggeromni

o-high-jophởgizmotrounti

eraggamuffmoathood'twink 🌠

koal-el-eye-d'a-scoop-delmint  🐨 👁 🍨 

chippo-chalkoko-dubling-blink 🦍 🍀

erminshipchaperoamaminx 

zeexylogollygreenjasminstrel. 

Mein liebster Fiend - Klaus Kinski (My Best Fiend)

Imagine you're deep in the South American jungle working on a film as demanding as Fitzcarraldo, and your lead actor keeps erupting in fits of rage as you fight with the rain and the heat and the bugs.

It wasn't the first film they'd work on under such circumstances they'd already completed Aguirre, the Wrath of God, like two powerful inconsolable filmmaking forces could only lament that they worked so well together.

Kinski live in front of an audience just being himself inspired by the crowd, introduces wild indefatigable levels of supreme individualistic animosity.

Epically convinced of his unrivalled unique ingenious multivariability, he rants and raves with intense proclamations defying anything other than his genius.

Herzog threatens him with death local Natives inform the director that they could kill him, his egocentric chaotic tantrums so unhinged they encouraged murder.

What was it like out in the jungle with that crew the environment challenging to live in without conflict, festering manic clashing wills capable of volcanically exploding at any time?!

They met when Herzog was 13 they briefly lived in the same boarding house together, where Werner took note of his animated routine and was remarkably impressed by his latent fury.

Which was unfairly unleashed at his expense so many so many times. 

As he efficiently crafted his tales.

Gluttons gormandizing.

I was impressed with Herzog's English it's pretty solid for a non-Native speaker, it's rare that someone comes so close to perfecting the accent and chooses so many clever words precisely.

Strange artists, creating through conflict rather than romance or adorability, tuned into the world's stately danger while insanely narrativizing its carnal threats. 

It's like Herzog was a creative Agamemnon and the furious Kinski his invincible Achilles, the two battling Priam and Hector while bellicosely diversifying German arthouse cinema. 

Mein liebster Fiend - Klaus Kinski (My Best Fiend) is fun to watch if you're looking for insights into their working relationship, not without examinations of Kinski's tender side, still certainly absorbed by his insensitive locus.

I wish this had been made before Kinski passed it would have been exciting to see him discuss his work with Herzog, it's no doubt a chilling account from Mr. Herzog's point of view, but it would have been so much more thrilling with more recourse to the alternative.

I'll have to do more research into his life I don't know much about his works besides these stunning Herzog adventures (plus more Herzog films too).

And that he was able to steal scenes and leave a lasting impression.

As the bitter anarchist. 

In Doctor Zhivago.

Super confident about this season for the Broncos.

Mostly because of their Head Coach. 

I know there was some controversy last year, but what I saw was a team that really turned it around and won some huge games on defence after starting out slowly.

I credited Head Coach Sean Payton for turning it around last year, and I was ecstatic for a month or more when it looked like Denver might make the playoffs.

Couldn't have a better Coach for Bo Nix!

Can't wait for their first game this Sunday.

🐎 

Des efforts courageux. Résolution formidable. Innovation ukrainienne. 

Prier pour la paix à Gaza.

Courageous endeavours. Formidable resolution. Ukrainian innovation.

I'm super impressed with Ricky Gervais's animal activism!

Totally inspiring! 🦌🐻🦝🐋

Herz aus Glas (Heart of Glass)

I suppose that for tens of thousands of years the possession of esoteric knowledge proved rather fruitful, and could generate unique industry which in turn supplied steady work for brave inhabitants. 

It still does in many instances your ideas can generate bountiful incomes, although if they create planet saving envirotechnologies it's also cool to eventually share them with your community for free.

In Herz aus Glas (Heart of Glass), a medieval town is resonantly known for its ruby glass, which it manufactures with artistic grace and reliable marketable old school intensity.

But the only one who definitively knows how to authentically and genuinely produce it, passes without having shared the code, or indeed transmitted it to another.

Panic doesn't immediately set in although tensions slowly start to run high, the factory owner finding mad solutions which the agile workforce swiftly deems barking. 

The factory burns there's no other industry the local clairvoyant's sent to jail for predicting it.

A grim look at the distraught middle ages.

Indirectly championing scientific culture.

Environmental progress and industry finding ingenious ways to boldly progress hand in hand, I've recently joined some online groups which consistently share new green technologies.

Steady employment - something to do - still remains of paramount cultural importance, jobs gained mathematically balanced with those lost to nimbly cultivate immersive interactivity. 

It always amazes me how hard people work and routinely commit to standards of excellence, and I've lived and worked in almost every province and territory, the Canadian and Québecois work ethic internationally outstanding.

New ideas - innovative strategies - reflexively emerging each and every day, to outwit debilitating fatigue and intuitively enable freedom and longevity.

We're lucky to have such a colossal country so much of which remains largely unexplored, such a shame we can't grow food in winter, but the cold temperatures do keep the ideas a' flowing.

I imagine if given the time the resolute workers in Herz aus Glas, would have figured out how to make the Ruby and diligently proceeded to keep the doors open.

By constantly experimenting till they precisely found the missing ingredient like none other.

Likely making other marketable discoveries along the way.

Strongly investing in research & development.

An independent filmmaker could try to make a film where a lazy ne'er-do-well joins the priesthood because he can't think of anything else to do, only to eventually find himself ethically struggling when an adorable family genuinely relies on his advice. 

Inspired by Bresson. 

Vidrodzhuvana stiykisť. Istotna nezvorushnisť. Ukrayins'ka nezaperechnisť.

Molytva za myr u Hazi.

Go Ti-Cats! 🐯

Eat 'em Raw!

*Nice performance from Bo Levi Mitchell!

It would be cool if we could harness the power of trees as they grow in a similar way to that through which we collect solar or wind power, that is, as a tree grows, we find a way to derive power from its lifeforce, not in a way that causes pain or harm to the tree, but in pseudo-symbiotic way that generates power as it grows (or just exists if it reaches the end of its growth cycle). 

I was thinking that covering the tree in some sort of energy absorbing mutually beneficial goo that could transmit its power into a form that could produce electricity for our uses would be workable (we would be working with nature and creating 'envirotechnologies' that would grow and improve as time went on like the ways in which the Ancient Romans used to create docks [so I read a while back {the docks used the power of the sea to become stronger as time passed}]). 

Allowances would definitely have to be made for squirrel and bird activity etc. 

This would definitively ensure the prolonged existence of manifold forests!

Gjenoppstått motstandskraft. Essensiell likhet. Ukrainsk uomtvistelighet.

Ber om fred i Gaza.

Psychedelialac'storbitesize

Lexiconfugal descryptive

nebucarousel craflitnique

pictoures(in)qu'ire a -doodle

phở'Toto-Remotifuel

essencentual petrolli

rivendeltabelle-bloom-brolli

cali-noseevrum'mage'lescent

hinterminuskeletrenchant

out-betwizzler-ardeuxustic

mondes-hal'cylon-jongs-jingsengwick

canteleloupantrhizombre

succul-de-s'accent vemambre

zeccentric zenigrammatique

synstataccolumprismattic

tactalispumonistarry

kudoospsects kiwiskirkari

fairtightetrangerbillowkey.

Kaijûtô no kessen: Gojira no musuko (Son of Godzilla)

A forgotten island off the beaten track hosts grand monumental experiments, as revered scientists seek to increase the expanding world's food supply.

Indeed it is speculatively thought that the vital crops sustaining humanity, will fall short of the requisite yields in little more than a 100 years.

Thus, using silver iodide, an ingenious solution is hypothetically put forth, to produce vast weather altering scenarios which create forbidden extreme temperatures.

How the cultivation of extreme cold will help generate abundant crops, isn't provocatively explained although it's assumed there is an answer.

Meanwhile, the scientific equipment periodically detects confusing anomalies, which startle the dedicated technicians who remain uncertain as to their origins.

Until after their first experiment generates hostile colossal preying mantises, who in turn destroy a barrier of rock, within which lies a massive egg.

Before they can devour what lies within the young one's father fortuitously arrives, the ensuing battle borderline epic as Godzilla Jr. watches in breathless shock.

Soon noble Papa Godzilla is eagerly instructing his newborn lad, in the titanic arts of aggrieved distemper, the two blossoming in flower. 

But Kumonga, the local giant spider, has had enough of their tender bonding.  

And when Godzilla drifts off into monstrous slumber.

It comes a' creepily crawling.

The sensational details of the riveting romance which brought about Godzilla's curious offspring, are unfortunately missing from this lively film, perhaps waiting to be found in another instalment.

Yet a newborn Godzilla indeed exists and once inquisitively enacted engrained mischief, however unaware of his gigantic rivals he aloofly appeared to be.

Thanks to his father's teachings he learns to fight back nevertheless, and even saves good old dad from Kumonga in an epic battle near the film's end.

As to altering the weather, hasn't that tended to be considered a disastrous calamitous mistake, the potential room for catastrophic error and international bedlam maladroitly pending.

There are just two many variables to holistically account for when creating such devices, many of which remain beyond our comprehension and also likely beyond that of A.I.

At least it was generally thought to be an incredibly bad idea long ago. 

We have advanced considerably.

But the forecast still lacks precision. 

At times, when I think about how much cardboard Amazon and Alibaba etc. must use every day, it doesn't make sense to me that we still have forests, that's how much wood they must constantly use!

I know it's probably just a relatively simple math equation, with incredibly large numbers, and the process of recycling it is likely highly fine-tuned, but I'd still love to see a documentary about plain-old-cardboard, that explains how one day's use doesn't destroy every forest worldwide!

Heroplevende veerkracht. Essentiële gelijkmoedigheid. Oekraïense onweerlegbaarheid.

Bidden voor vrede in Gaza.

First Impressions

The first time I saw a photo of Tim Walz, I immediately thought, BBQ.

Vegetarian or carnivorous debates aside, I thought Mr. Walz looked like someone who would be a lot of fun to have at your BBQ. He looks like he would probably want to get to know all the people, like he would have a catalogue of 100s of situationally appropriate non-offensive jokes to share, not to mention relatable anecdotes for multiple thought provoking situations, flavoured with enticing variety, approachable and entertaining. 

He would want to be there. 

And would likely have an amazing time.

Reżiljenza mill-ġdid. Ekwanimità essenzjali. Inkontrovertibbiltà Ukraina.

Nitolbu għall-paċi f'Gaża.

Chikyû kôgeki meirei Gojira tai Gaigan (Godzilla vs. Gigan)

Godzilla finds himself fiercely dwelling on the sensational Monster Island, far away from the technobustle of old school contemporary Japanese life.

But as he rambunctiously resides a new threat from outer space descends, and intergalactically infiltrates unsuspecting Tokyo and proceeds to set up an amusement park.

Two local citizens become concerned when one of their siblings is mysteriously locked-down, and adventurously gamble on discovering his whereabouts while learning more about the corporation.

They're assisted by an emerging artist who was just commissioned to design the park, who's also able to prove the captive's existence, but not without resulting in their incarceration. 

They soon discover that upon another once verdant planet similar to our own, the primary lifeforms polluted too recklessly and eventually destroyed their fertile world.

Correspondingly, extant insect species were remarkably able to utilize their technology, and even build their own interplanetary spacecraft, to plan the bitter conquest of our precious Earth!

To aid in their colonialist endeavours they've macrocosmically enlisted Ghidorah and Gigan, who fly through space to our innocent planet and proceed to take out Tokyo.

Godzilla and Anguirus quickly arrive to boldly face the enraged duo. 

The alien species diabolically surmising.

That conquering Godzilla will bring about world peace!

Tough to logically situate ye olde Chikyû kôgeki meirei Gojira tai Gaigan (Godzilla vs. Gigan) within inelastic parameters, its traditional reliance on militaristic methods seemingly in conflict with its environmental ethos.

But perhaps as it enlists the army to bravely duel with the bellicose monsters, it also encourages it to tactically listen to its clairvoyant message regarding the environment.

Indeed it reasonably predicts the eventual downfall of our industrious species, as brought about by unchecked pollution pestiferously contaminating both oceans and land.

I wonder if Japan responded and what their environmental footprint's like these days, islands often take their environments much more seriously due to the lack of habitable space.

When you see that messages such as these were even to be found in Godzilla movies over 50 years ago, and much of the world still lavishly pollutes, it's easy to see why postmodern day environmentalists are increasingly becoming more and more prominent. 

Initiative and resolve game-changing macroalterations could creatively cultivate enduring neoharmonies.

Harris and Walz seem likely onboard. 

Which would probably nurture constructive movements worldwide. 

If you have some advanced ESL students who are looking for a challenge, why not try the old school Beetlejuice cartoon?

Some of those episodes are an enthusiastic English learners Shangri-La!

Especially if they want to learn expressions through irony and shenanigans.

🤔

*I had no idea a new Beetlejuice film was coming out when I wrote this!

Shouldn't the Ti-Cats give Frost a shot?

He did scramble and throw a touchdown pass vs. Edmonton . . . 

Povtorna elastičnost. Suštinska ramnodušnost. Ukrainska nesoborlivost. 

Molitva za mir vo Gaza.

Have the Ukrainian soldiers not won the respect of their Russian counterparts on the Field of Battle?

Against overwhelming odds?

Resurgent Widderstandsfäegkeet. Essential Gläichheet. Ukrainesch incontrovertibility.

Biet fir Fridden a Gaza.

Cicadoggéddelegionarly

Dyscombrobule mielbourboune

gymnequitility sigh-fun

ambroctopushia crocroneenie 🐊🐙

barrealiaison chimcheemie 🧀

chombrarcticueballinary

caesattiramesomerry

'sacadectêteradish'owl 🦉

garlgoylicoresampulepowel's 📚

prosebuddingdugongshoweiser 

wheateryeglassequentizer

equack-karatatooine 🦆🥕

dessergogantremendicine

irenarwhautiluscurdanza 🐋🐚

'corni'theo'logicianta

lantrojambemespindoctrine 

knitty-gritzealhospicspoctrine 

kintelefoaminklingontilty.

Shin Zatôichi: Yabure! Tôjin-ken (Zatoichi and the One-Armed Swordsman)

Across the multivariable definitive lands of bellicose old school Japan, Zatoichi continues to awkwardly progress in search of honour and friendship and loyalty.

Unfortunately, his enduring prowess leads those who would traditionally salute his daring, to mistrust his holistic self-sacrifice as he haplessly seeks to help them.

Strict absolutes murderously upheld haunt his path in this instalment, as an adventurous family visiting from China runs afoul of ancient custom.

Indeed as the lauded clan leader austerely passes in procession along the road, those in front of him must free the way and humbly kneel and bow and worship.

But a Chinese child's long cherished kite suddenly takes off in front of them as they pass, the swordspeople immediately responding with rancour and consequently murdering strangers in their midst.

A one-armed swordsperson also visiting from China valiantly defends the un-armed innocents, only to be blamed for the resultant massacre and viciously hunted in the shocking aftermath.

Sometime after he flees he encounters Zatoichi with the aghast child, Zatoichi unable to understand his language, but as luck would have it, the boy can translate.

They stealthily stride and furtively fascinate until they find shelter amongst the survivors.

But after Zatoichi departs to gather supplies.

He's erroneously blamed for revealing their location. 

You see people who are interested in the same things curiously associating with one another online, without having to worry about nation or culture the similar interests promoting cohesive bonds.

Dispiritingly, the disseminators of widespread mistrust also prosper online, and miserably challenge the international forums within which global communities thrive and flourish.

Star Trek's universal translator certainly eases linguistic burdens, and makes cross-cultural convivial communication much more generally verbose and heartfelt.

We're not there yet but translating devices are consistently improving year after year, in twenty years I reasonably imagine a similar device may in fact exist.

Back in the day, such a miraculous enabling would have engendered dialogue between Zatoichi and the One-Armed Swordsman, and they would not have had to recklessly engage in a lethal death battle to settle the score.

Perhaps with ameliorated time and animate progressions we'll get there one day.

As the intuitive ideas of younger generations.

Make political headway worldwide. 

Have any scientists or casual observers ever noticed ants or bees separated from their colonies as if they're engaged in research? Could they possibly be in charge of finding ways to communicate with other species? Or concentrating intently on artistic production? 

I haven't observed them often enough to put forth an hypothesis.

I only mention this because our species are similar inasmuch as we're generally organized in large groups who consistently work in accordance with regulations. 

🐜 👨

Resilienza risorgente. Equanimità essenziale. Incontrovertibilità ucraina. 

Preghiamo per la pace a Gaza.

I was watching a scuba-diver hanging out with some humpback whales on Instagram the other day, and I suddenly wondered: do whales think we're angels? 

I often think whales have similar belief systems to our own because they have massive brains. Not that the size of the brain matters, bees seem to be quite intelligent too, but I can't imagine something with that colossal of a brain not being capable of considering things like the afterlife. 

And then snorkelers and scuba-divers just suddenly show up from above the water's surface, a place where they can't go (for long) and wave and potentially hug them, and then disappear, perhaps never to be seen again! 

Could such behaviour be traditionally mistaken for the emergence of angels?

When whales beach themselves, I often think a rogue demagogue whale has convinced them that they can live on the surface, and they foolishly follow his lead, like preachers warning about the end of the world, and their congregation stockpiling canned goods in turn. 

If they do think we're angels, I hope they never make it to the surface, for they may not like what they find. 🗽

Another reason I think this point may be valid is that whales and dolphins have odd sleeping habits. As far as I know, half of their brains are always awake, only half of a whale or dolphin brain sleeps at one time. This introduces a big difference between our species because our entire brain shuts off when we sleep, preventing the onset of psychosis (I hate it when I don't get enough sleep [all of my worst job experiences were ones that kept me up 20 hours a day]).

At least, I wonder why animals as intelligent as dolphins keep returning to areas where humans slaughter them every year. Why wouldn't an intelligent animal simply avoid the hunt and go somewhere else? Answer: they can't remember things well enough because their brains never fully shut down.

Thoughts. 🐋🐬 🧠

Resurgent mollitia. Aequalitas essentialis. Ucraina controversia.

Orantes pacem in Gaza.

Zatôichi jigoku-tabi (Zatoichi and the Chess Expert)

Zatoichi continues to travel throughout Japan, his destination still unknown, his adversaires multiplying.

Unfortunately, due to blindness, knaves and thieves seek to tear him down, but after his brilliant swordpersonship highlights their folly, they vow revenge even though they started it.

Such proceedings regularly occur and he is stuck routinely defending himself, with a high price upon his versatile head, and an inhibiting disability difficult to conceal.

He doesn't make friends either as he regularly cheats people at dice, tricking them into cheating themselves and then critiquing their lack of honesty.

He meets an itinerant master and strikes up a spirited inquisitive acquaintance, the two voyaging by boat together while earning a living as best they can.

But Zatoichi also meets other travellers who passionately seek the samurai who killed their father, and know nothing about him definitively besides the fact that he's quite good at chess.

Moral dilemmas further bewilder as he learns he once murdered the husband of the woman and child he cares for.

Democracy and social justice still hundreds of years away.

Consistent sword fights altruistically emerging.

Had he not learned to ingeniously defend himself Zatoichi the Blind may have flagged and rusted, and never known the voltaic thrill of characteristic difference and pursuits unknown.

Yet even possessing the adventurous intuition so often dismissed by people with sight, he encounters neverending lethal conflict to which he must respond indefinitely.

Sad how the legendary samurai traditionally found within these films, have so much trouble working together and often end up in life or death duels.

Both thoroughly convinced their path is just and in no need of ethical alterations, they eventually must challenge the breathtaking entities who vigorously contradict their chosen way of life.

Thus without the onset of unions they must remain vigilant at all times.

Never embracing the peace of dreams.

Eternal conflict.

Bitter remorse.

*Postmodern samurai could focus on protecting whales and dolphins! 🐋

**Criterion keyword: motif

Honestly, while it's clear that the Democrats have to campaign hard and take this election more seriously perhaps than any other they've ever fought in, I have a lot of faith in the American people, and I don't think they would elect Trump again. 

If they did elect Trump again, it would be disastrous, which is why campaigning hard is so important, but it boils down to a simple opposition for me, that in my mind defines this election: Trump mean, Harris friendly.

Tough and friendly, Harris is the real deal, she's confidently and inspirationally saying things that motivate me without scripts or talking points, she's just being herself, and it's really cool to see.

I think the American people will see what she's like, will see that she's a genuine democrat who really cares about their needs.

And they won't want to go back to Trump, because it's clear, that he's really mean.

He's a mean person.

I don't think a majority of Americans want that again. 

No doubt the campaign will be tough.

But I have a lot of confidence that Harris will win.

Because I believe in people.

And I imagine they'll believe in her.

Endurreisn seiglu. Nauðsynlegt jafnaðargeð. Úkraínskur óumdeilanleiki. 

Biðja um frið á Gaza.

Broncos! 🏈

Sometimes when I'm not sure what to search for on The Criterion Channel, I use random words like "frenetic" or "meteor" (and animal names) to guide my queries. 

Athléimneacht aiséirí. Comhionannas riachtanach. Incontrovertibility Úkráinis. 

Ag guí ar son na síochána i Gaza.

Widleriumruntertow

Acrolately plaudimplaty

cush-errata-push-clim-c(l)atty 🐈

meowl-mewlinguisend-Tana 🎸

tumblé-fumblé-forthwithsamma 🥪

naughtingshamrockinghorseplaywright 

broncosingular.e.m-sight 🔍

wine-n-cheeseasawthrusthrowling

sly-fortuitustle-foaling

gurr-goliaetheremin

davinch-by-inch-voltairwithin

chagrench-phalogen-gents-turtigh 🐢

wakeboardroom efficace-shay-shy

aglide-glibearating-ginjembers

torturoot hospeckle-spenglers

campule cultimatumeric

c'ours-de-s'oléh-brerry-brieric 

tang'elicitromb'rondelengthwise.

🌵

Kaguya-hime no monogatari (The Tale of the Princess Kaguya)

A childless family holistically subsists within the fertile abundant countryside, utilizing enriching multifaceted bamboo to productively nourish and equip their household.

One bamboo shoot proves more elaborate than the other versatile exemplars within the forest, revealing a miniature person no less in need of love and warmth and shelter and guidance.

Her new parents are unsure of what to do but know she grows quickly and flourishes in nature, as she swiftly befriends the local children who generously teach her about plants and animals.

Other discoveries within the forest lead her father to believe she's destined for royalty, fine silk robes and a huge pile of gold lead him to seek stately honours sequentially.

They move away from the cherished country to the imposing capital where they've built a mansion, and hired a discerning professional nanny to strictly teach her the rules of etiquette. 

She responds with traditional transgressions and febrile fits of fervent fury, but eventually settles into her chosen role out of dutiful love for her mother and father.

Bold noblepeople from across the land soon come a'-calling in pursuit of marriage.

But she responds with impossibility.

To which they counter in roguish fashion.

The dependable roots of a heartwarming Ghibli magically take hold of one's heart within, and enchantingly propagate independent merrymaking with soul-searching skill and tender echoes.

The sought after attention to naturalistic detail and focus on animals of all shapes and sizes, can be wondrously found once again throughout what's come to be known as Kaguya-hime no monogatari (The Tale of the Princess Kaguya).

Crafts are also concentrated on as the Princess moves from station to station, animated accounts of diligent artists distinctively engaged in woodworking wonder. 

The eternal struggle between the carefree ways of a bucolic youth clashing with urban responsibility, permeates the bewildered action as the coveted Princess takes centre stage.

Would it have been better to introduce the Moon People at the beginning of the film instead of much later?, the lack of foreknowledge briefly generating confusion as the shocking revelations augment the end.

But the intricate detail, the copious love for thriving nature to be found within.

And the ways in which it appeals to the fortunate throughout life.

Seductively soothes.

Any critical sensation. 

It occurred to me during the eclipse last spring that solar eclipses were the best time for vampires to mate, and that children of such advantageous unions may then be met with uncompromising awe amidst multifarious vampire communities.

Naturally, werekind reproduces during lunar eclipses.

Újjáéledő rugalmasság. Alapvető kiegyensúlyozottság. Ukrán megdönthetetlenség. 

Imádkozni a békéért Gázában.

I may not eagerly seek placentaesque dining experiences, but I was tempted to eat gagh after seeing Riker try some to defy expectations.

😋

Oživující odolnost. Zásadní vyrovnanost. Ukrajinská nevyvratitelnost.

Modlitba za mír v Gaze.

Hôhokekyo tonari no Yamada-kun (My Neighbors the Yamadas)

Difficult to critique a Ghibli so let's try the following context:

It's possible that Hôhokekyo tonari no Yamada-kun (My Neighbors the Yamadas) was made for television, it does resemble many of the homely afterschool specials I watched in my youth, with an ordinary family doing ordinary things while at times engaging in bold acts of daydreaming.

It seems like it would meet with ecumenical approval amongst various churches across the land, even though it's irreligious culturally speaking, its awkward examination of a traditional family still likely to be lauded by worldwide censors.

Simultaneously, it generally concerns itself with hokey materialistic conundrums (obvious issues that arise between people trying to co-habitate), meaning that it also would have likely met with the applause of the Politburo. 

The film is kind of like sitting through church and singing along with the canonized hymns, which don't motivate like jazz or pop yet still make you feel constructive and communal nevertheless.

If looking for a film hoping to keep couples together, Hôhokekyo tonari no Yamada-kun functions like a televisual minister, and uses age old quotidian examples to exoterically dissuade any thoughts of divorce.

Grandma's kind of funny at times, as she routinely airs her grievances, like the feisty grandmother from The Garfield Christmas Special, proud and determined to defend her utterances.

The animation is different from the other Ghiblis I've seen and is oddly much more like Beavis & Butt-head. It must have been a popular style at that time. I was a bit surprised to see something similar in a Ghibli.

It's strange how the films to be approved of by totalitarian theocracies or communist states, are both so incredibly unappealing if you don't find yourself forced to applaud them. 

You would think that in 100 years the Soviets would have produced more than one Elem Klimov, something to look into I suppose, religious traditions not faring much better (there's also Tarkovsky).

Nonetheless, if you find yourself living under such a regime and you want to produce something that won't get you shot, you could use Hôhokekyo tonari no Yamada-kun as a working example, as you curse your historical epoch.

Can't public well-being and the postmodern consciousness not spiritually blend through environmental metamorphosis?

Isn't that what's happening this Summer!

With so many Northern Lights.

It's a natural trend!

Återupplivande motståndskraft. Väsentlig jämnmod. Ukrainsk obestridlighet. 

Ber för fred i Gaza.

Just thought about eating placenta.

🤮

Shouldn't the age of the multifilm narrative not also see the sustained narrativization of Dickens's lengthier books on screen? I think I've mentioned this before.

The same can be said for Ghibli. Why not make multifilm live action versions of those incredible films!? I think I've mentioned that before too. 😊

Ponovno pogumnost. Bistvena ravnodušnost. Ukrajinska neizpodbitnost.

Molitev za mir v Gazi.

Sherpastorcacroonéluga

Dastatariské bugbyte

pyjamburbee-hence-pique-teak-trite

alight-fantemma-swansungyre

circlumpirumpty-tweedrum-wryered

debunklembredded wishwash'way

amunch-zee-brunch-Ming-dinochez

-gorbitalismanic-mumblé

flash-volcanick-nash-harrumvé

talcritzy-écu-rye-fi-wire 

lapinstripe-ratonic-lavrier

acurlringallow-chou-hibou

huardentity-barbelloon

knee-noon-kazoom-cheese-macarune

dymentia-chuckleberry-bloom

ingurresolschtick freefloxflotte 

sumbayabba-dada-donut

exotictokctobotherizon.

🦉

Confidentially Y'ours

I don't think I'll ever understand the thrill of hunting.

Whenever I see an animal like a deer or bunny I think I'm incredibly lucky to see it roaming free.

Canada and Québec have a lot of animals though, we're a bit spoiled when it comes to wildlife sightings, and for this reason it still amazes me that in smaller countries with much larger human populations, people still hunt deer and rabbit; this will never even come close to making sense to me!

Julien Vercel pays the price in Confidentially Yours, however, as he foolishly awaits harmless ducks to fly by, when he could have clearly been expressing himself less destructively by engaging in sundry less violent activities.

He's framed for murder.

An associate (who happens to be close friends with his wife) is shot in the face near his location, with the same ammo he habitually uses, ammo which no one else buys.

He discusses his morbid state with his wife after she returns home from an excursion, then takes off for a chat with the law, before returning home to find she's also been killed.

Had he left those poor ducks alone it's emphatically clear his tormenter would have backed down, and let him be to live in peace with his trusted wife and real estate business.

But he had to recklessly seek the freewheeling flesh of independent lifeforms, which leads to heinous punishment and blind monstrous terror as he awkwardly flees.

Fortunately, his co-worker's in love with him and generously agrees to help prove his innocence.

They hide out together and precociously intuit the investigative role of an agile detective.

I suppose Truffaut never moved away from these themes and consistently examined love and fidelity throughout his career, almost as if he's lampooning himself to tease his critics with the structural sensation seductively found in this one.

But I've never known him to take the side of individualistic entities and interlace irate providential misgivings, with the hope of saving France's robust wildlife populations for future generations to freely admire!

Certainly, the French are an admirable people whose commendable work/life balance should be adopted worldwide, along with their sense of humour and delicate timing, but are their wildlife populations not also to be celebrated!?

There must be some incredible ecotourism possibilities awaiting curious peeps when the Olympics finish!

Even Truffaut recognized the tremendous natural beauty.

And aloofly enshrined it in film noir!

Oživujúca odolnosť. Nevyhnutná vyrovnanosť. Ukrajinská nevyvrátiteľnosť.

Modlitba za mier v Gaze.  

Reziliență resurgentă. Ecuanimitate esențială. Inconfutabilitatea ucraineană.

Ne rugăm pentru pace în Gaza.

Les quatre cents coups (The 400 Blows)

An unhinged imagination mendaciously prone feverishly flows with mischievous delinquency, in a time less alternatively accommodating when harsh punishments still prevailed.

He can't fluently comprehend discipline as its laid out by his parents and teachers, and begins skipping school after a headstrong dispute with his weary fed-up severe enseigneur.

His step-father habitually complains as his treasured belongings keep disappearing, the boy not comprehensively considering his disastrous petty malcontent abbreviations.

Unfortunately, his independent mother even admits his routine irritates her, and like little Claudius he proceeds unloved although he acts out much more rebelliously.

This lack of love the absent bond awkwardly infuriates further as he misses school, and notices her spending time with someone else, someone clearly not his step-father.

His thefts become more daring and he even enlists the aid of a lonesome friend, before the law is swiftly called in and a new trajectory meticulously hewn.

They didn't have to be quite so draconian if they had only accepted sole responsibility.

And made a serious effort to turn things around.

They're occupationally challenged however (they're more focused on their careers).

They don't really care, it's a bitter denunciation of self-centred parents who don't nurture their children, and the horrid situations which potentially arise if the young one reacts with aggrieved insurrection.

It may have had an impact on social reform within France after it was released, nevertheless, the French actually listening to what their artists have to say, since the poor child's utter abandonment and isolation in the film's final moments evocatively promotes the need for systemic change. 🎻

It's a powerful scene which correspondingly brings to mind A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, or any artist in his or her childhood when they let their genius run chaotically amok. 

It's clear little M. Doinel needs compassion not the fastidious lockdown permeating bootcamp, but that's what things were like in the cold-hearted old world which blind foolish unsympathetic jerks look to with manufactured nostalgia.

Many blossoming artists remain ill-accustomed to ubiquitous rules.

Especially when they're young children. 

A bit more progressive in this day and age.

Resiliência ressurgente. Equanimidade essencial. Incontrovertibilidade ucraniana. 

Orando pela paz em Gaza.

Odradzająca się odporność. Niezbędny spokój. Ukraińska bezsporność.

Modlimy się o pokój w Gazie.

Animaelstrumbalteak't'owlings

X.L.erranting-tchinge-upon

gogrammamatriseabedspawn

gorgronde-la-cephalon-chagon

garoot-la-loop-de-bloopticom

eek-con-knive-koodominion-Jean

emotivacumudot.kong

Ms. Chanti-veloq-tip-tsq

borglantic-atta-buoyant-brisk

seaquinustella-catalisp

meyowserspinghetti-bonnets

worthwildebeetrooterminus

soustraithe-ring-accolaservice

e-versaturncerberstylus

stiriabracaimancutlass

febreezees-can'o'peasy-does

itineraritzy-bitbuzz

ardentendrawn-chi-zee-tat-track.

Unrueh (Unrest)

I've never spent much time considering anarchy as it's peacefully presented in Cyril Schäublin's Unrueh (Unrest), which looks at the coordination of semi-autonomous towns loosely connected in 19th century Switzerland.

At the time I speculatively imagine the old world stiff upper lip still strictly predominated, and many citizens were highly critical of the unyielding nature of cold absolutes (how could such a disastrous political outlook be experiencing a necrorenaissance?). 

Important things such as healthcare and education perhaps freely benefit from mass organization, not in the sense that you teach everyone the same thing, but inasmuch as you generally apply the same provincial standards.

Global networks of hospitals and international research can ensure progressive care is universally adopted, to treat the sick and combat disease to medicinally facilitate widespread health and wellness.

The application of such organization to the arts seems counterproductive in my opinion, however, since originality and novel spectrums often emerge in isolation.

Not that there shouldn't be dialogues amongst different uncanny artistic communities, I just don't believe in the codification of molecular alternative expression.

Thus, anarchy works well for artists not in the sense that they ubiquitously rebel (some rebellion works though), but rather to promote eclectic independence amongst individuals who could probably care less.

A lot of material is released every year and no doubt trends and patterns emerge, but the overarching mass cultivation of a specific outlook seems much too totalitarian to me.

Medicine prospers with codes and procedures to guide its workers as they care for the sick, education also benefits from structure to ensure people learn to read and write and count.

But the arts benefit from spontaneity and revelation and inspiration and chance, not that those things can't influence medicine and teaching, but if they're the governing impetus, you may unleash a pandemic.

Pandemics in the arts can be good since books that are fun to read should be widely discussed, they don't necessarily have to be a dangerous thing, although there's always bound to be critical controversy.

Oddly, as I've aged I've learned to incorporate anarchy into my life, I'm not even really that disappointed with things, my love for independent cinema and literature just keeps growing and growing.

It's a right wing strategy to make politics so unappealing that people prefer to generally ignore them.

So I'm still paying attention as best I can.

Although I fear I may have outgrown journalism.

Not The Guardian though. 

Definitely not campy films.  

Anazoogonitikí anthektikótita. Ousiastikí iremía. Oukranikó adiamfisvítito. 

Prosefchí gia eiríni sti Gáza.

Gywdnwch adfywiadol. Cydraddoldeb hanfodol. Wcreineg introvertibility.

Gweddïo am heddwch yn Gaza.

Sometimes I whistle while I swim, and I thought it would be cool if there was an Olympic event where swimmers swam backwards while whistling a tune, and both their physical speed and melodious merit were judged.