Friday, August 30, 2024

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. 

Thursday, August 29, 2024

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.

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

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.

Tuesday, August 27, 2024

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. 

Monday, August 26, 2024

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.

Sunday, August 25, 2024

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.

Saturday, August 24, 2024

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.

Friday, August 23, 2024

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. 

Thursday, August 22, 2024

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.

Wednesday, August 21, 2024

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.

Tuesday, August 20, 2024

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

Monday, August 19, 2024

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! 🏈

Sunday, August 18, 2024

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.

Saturday, August 17, 2024

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.

🌵

Friday, August 16, 2024

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. 

Thursday, August 15, 2024

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.

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

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.

Tuesday, August 13, 2024

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!

Monday, August 12, 2024

Återupplivande motståndskraft. Väsentlig jämnmod. Ukrainsk obestridlighet. 

Ber för fred i Gaza.

Just thought about eating placenta.

🤮

Sunday, August 11, 2024

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.

Saturday, August 10, 2024

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.


Friday, August 9, 2024

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!

Thursday, August 8, 2024

Oživujúca odolnosť. Nevyhnutná vyrovnanosť. Ukrajinská nevyvrátiteľnosť.

Modlitba za mier v Gaze.  

Wednesday, August 7, 2024

Reziliență resurgentă. Ecuanimitate esențială. Inconfutabilitatea ucraineană.

Ne rugăm pentru pace în Gaza.

Tuesday, August 6, 2024

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.

Monday, August 5, 2024

Resiliência ressurgente. Equanimidade essencial. Incontrovertibilidade ucraniana. 

Orando pela paz em Gaza.

Sunday, August 4, 2024

Odradzająca się odporność. Niezbędny spokój. Ukraińska bezsporność.

Modlimy się o pokój w Gazie.

Saturday, August 3, 2024

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.

Friday, August 2, 2024

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.  

Thursday, August 1, 2024

Anazoogonitikí anthektikótita. Ousiastikí iremía. Oukranikó adiamfisvítito. 

Prosefchí gia eiríni sti Gáza.