When I was a kid I had several books on how to make things — alternatives to television and books of that sort — so I like this, a lot:
I have a mind to recycle me a canvas or two after watching that, and for those of you who are pizza crazy, one enthusiastic YouTuber has you covered; Scott tours New York’s most incredible pizzerias and mentions New Zealand’s very own ‘Hell Pizza’ below:
Come’on Australia, really?
I went. It was, interesting. I walked in on a woman mid-reading and took a chair at the back. Her words reminded me of the second and third installments to The Matrix — A very convoluted confabulation, or what I call, word diarrhea. I gave it a chance but couldn’t grasp her stanza. She made a reference to a Rhianna song and lost me basically.
All the seats were taken and the room was full, leaving latecomers to stand or sit in the small adjacent room entrance-way. I didn’t recognize any fellow students with backpacks or their summer threads, mostly smart-casual dressed people who I’m guessing were all postgraduates. There was a comradery in the air as if all were part of a secret club. That might have been thanks to the bar being open in the same building down the hall, or perhaps everyone responded to the unique expressions of truth being articulated across stereophonic sound waves. I heard the abbreviation ‘MCW’ (Master of Creative Writing) mentioned quite a bit, but I was admiring the craftsmanship of the backs of wooden chairs and the parallax-like pattern on the carpet to fully pay attention to their accolades (Does my honesty sound cynical to anyone?) Some woman’s pair of leather-seamed-ankle-high-folded boots became another favourite focal point of the evening. Seriously, they were très élégant. You ladies would’ve been jelly.
Of the evening, there were ten chosen who stood confident and read aloud. Between them, diverse feelings were spoken; one women even used her left and right nostrils and sniffed a poem into the mic. The room was silent. I had to try my best to be as well. She did give a brief hypothesis before she started and ended with a translated version of course.
I walked out of there wishing I could say something too, envying the privilege those readers had. I can’t reflect on that anymore than I just did. I went. It was, interesting.
Two weeks ago I had a meeting with an academic adviser, Sophie, about my study plans. All we really ended up talking about were ourselves. It was good. She got the impression that I liked getting out and doing things, so she recommended I see a few uni-produced plays and that I check this out — Lounge#30
I’m still on the fence about it. The only times I’ve dabbled in poetry was when I was super emotional and morbid about my existence or just really frustrated with others; something I avoid nowadays. I am curious how others use poetry to express themselves though? But I swear, if someone waxes lyrical about how happy-happy-joy-joy it is to skip with their friends on a sun-shiny day, I’m flying the coop AND MAKING A SCENE!
“…We did, it was called dial-up”
Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner is hailed as a sci-fi masterpiece, although not all the executives responsible for producing Blade Runner were on board with the production.
A select few had naive opinions and no idea how to address their general concerns in a constructive manner — being an A-hole must have been a prerequisite for the job — Here is the official proof, as recently discovered memos reveal:
Tandem Productions executives Jerry Perenchio, Bud Yorkin, and Robin French
It’s not a big deal but an interesting insight none the less. No matter how prolific you get or are at your craft, there will always be haters.
Who’s to know whether they truly invested themselves into the story, is old history now, but I’m going to enjoy mocking them anyway and say they probably never finished a book in their lives. Thanks for not screwing up in the end — one of my beloved films — jerks.
The new sci-fi actioner by Guillermo del Toro is going to be a blast, and remarkably, this swede doesn’t take anything away from my anticipation:
Dumb Drum, the creators of the video happened to be swede masters — visit their youtube page to see more.
This is a fantastic video, drawing parallels in the world we live in with an admirable affect — Great juxtaposition:
This is one of my favourite tracks ever — Watch this crazy awesome love story unfold from a first person perspective:
**Shot entirely on the Canon 5D Mark II w/ a custom face mounted rig — Canon Lenses used: 14mm (f2.8) & 24mm (f1.4)**
Luv Deluxe by Cinnamon Chasers / Album: A Million Miles From Home / Director: Saman Keshavarz (samankeshavarz.blogspot.com) / Producer: Francis Pollara / Associate Producer: Nate Eggert / Cinematographer: Justin Gurnari / Editor: Nate Tam / Actress: Darcy Ripley (pasmaldarcy.blogspot.com) / © Modus Records / Koch Entertainment 2009
Reminds me of falling in love (the track does anyway)
Debuting in Japan on July 20th; this is apparently a four-part anthology, with chapters directed by Otomo, Morita Shuhei (Kakurenbo), Hiroaki Ando (co-director of Tekkon Kinkreet) and Hajime Katoki (leading mecha designer, including most of the good Gundams):
Kia ora! Hola! Bonjour! سلام! こんにちは! नमस्ते Namastē! مرحبا! 您好！Hallå! Hallo! Selamat Datang! Welcome! ⭐(★´♡‿♡`+)⭐ You have found ditb
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