Until now, all is well

Here is a neat entry related to the issue regarding freedom of speech. I will come back to the post when I have more thoughts of my own.

I doubt anyone visits this place. The barrenness of this page is because of the lack of spontaneity. I find it as challenging to write without injecting personal details as to read blogs without them. Oh holy broomstick that was one horrendously conceived sentence. Can I write informally like this? Am I even capable of structured and controlled writing, as though I were writing an essay on Pasolini. Yeah, why don't I pretend that I am writing about Pasolini; all I have to do is to replace the lewdness with stylesheets, homosexual gazes with blockquotes, rotten teeth with user support information, semotics with e-learning, Franco Citti with...

Brian frequently urges me to "be crazy" and blog about my progress. I however feel no spontaneity, although this is not really a matter of spontaneity. It's my work! And for that alone blogging has to be compulsory.

I still exist. Two nights ago I thought I didn't. Bloody moon. bloody sunday. bloody sundae. Moondance, moonshine, moonstruck, if you see me walking down the street all alone, then I am crying, but that is such a cliche. She also said that the only person that may jeopardize my existence is myself, and she is absolutely right. There is an invisible force preventing any uneconomical impulse. Therefore, I am a dirty liar. Depression has never lead to any extreme, nor will it ever be.

... it's not the fall that matters...

There, I have vomited my latest thoughts. I can now write something work-related.

Samedi, j'ai regarde un film tres genial qui s'appelle Mar Adentro. I'd better not practice French here since this blog involves enough farce already, mais je veux ecriere en francais no mater how bad it is. J'ai recherche du temps perdu so I became very sad. They left me without looking back. I walked away without uttering a world. It's an awful feeling that someone is trying to forget me on purpose.

bad writing. arrrrgh.

I wonder whether this is a good place to talk about my flimsy sense of existence, because apparently people will come here to find who I am. Should I stick to my principles, or should I practice censorship? Hermann Hesse' discourse on suicide still haunts my mind till now, no matter how little I understand the passages. I can't even lay my eyes on the book now. My heart bleeds. It hurts. I was reading the book in a cafe while waiting for a very important person, with whom I am very unlikely to have any cordial conversation in the future.

Wrong category! I'd better change it. So, the podcasting pilot site is for educators. Oops. I wonder what people will think about my sample audio files. I reckon I can leave my ponderings on The Vagina Monologues to myself, not that they don't contribute to high education, if you please.

I smell trouble. Tonight, I trembled before walking into the Safewalk office. She looked so stern. Why does she have to be so serious? I was only joking. Just joking. This is not a court room, my dear.

From BBC News, "Investigators in Rome have reopened the inquiry into the murder of Italian film director Pier Paolo Pasolini in November 1975." What a coincidence. I was just thinking about Pasolini a few entries ago. This summer, I am definitely going to see all of them...!!! Well, not all. That'll be a lot of money.

I have a feeling that I was murdered on February 4th, but less violently.

I have to stop embellishing my past. It's getting ludicrous.

Not until now have I realized what an ugly website is made for Festival de Cannes. The sad news is that the Dardenne brothers snatched another Palm d'Or for making something I am as reluctant to see as I would revisit their other Palm d'Or winning film. I, however, cheer for Michael Haneke and Jim Jarmusch.

I have to learn how to use Flickr and then convey what I have learned to this group of women.

Something is definitely broken with the MT database on Edgar. Users have to rebuild after assigning an entry to a category, otherwise the entry is displayed as one without a category.

I wonder whether this is something worth freaking out or not. The only time I ever freaked out... what is the definition of freaking out anyway? Does one have to turn into a freak, perform freakish stunts, put on freakish expressions or just yell at a freakish volume? Does "freaking out" involve anger, anxiety, panic, dementia, or frenzy?

After checking out Dictionary Dot Com, this is what I got:

Behave or cause to behave irrationally and uncontrollably, with enthusiasm, excitement, fear, or madness.

So I just assigned this entry to "My life without me" but it is not showng up on the category archive. Mind you, this function works flawlessly on Puget.

Let’s play with MarkDown and Smart Pants.

• Caché
• L’Intrus
• Takeshis’ (although I’ve seen it already at media screening, but I have two tickets and a beautiful friend to accompany me)
• Manderlay (This is going to suck. This is going to suck)
• Three Times
• Dear Wendy
• Mongolian Ping-Pong
• Peacock
• Portrait of a Lady Far Away
• One Night
• Vers le Sud
• The Accused (or Accused, or Accuser…?)
• The Prince Getting His Head Banged in the Desert
• L’Enfer Sans Emmanuelle Béart
• Linda… Linda… Linda!
• Restez Avec Moi!!!

… and some Indian movies…

• What we are missing in Vancouver (in comparison with Toronto):
  • The Proposition
  • L’Enfant (hey, gala doesn’t count okay?)
  • Un Couple Parfait
  • Bubble
  • The Sun
  • Brokeback Mountain
  • Pusher Trilogy
  • Sympathy for Lady Vengeance
  • The Wayward Cloud
  • Marock

Vancouver Film Festival impressed me this year, as we rarely have selections REMOTELY as good as those in Toronto. We are fortunate to have the North American premier of One Night and Portrait of a Lady Far Away. Add on top of that is Haneke’s latest feature - which I was all ready to fly across Canada to see! Altough I have missed a few, I am extremely satisfied with 11 of the 14 films I saw.

MASTERPIECES

• Caché
• Takeshis’
• Portrait of a Lady Far Away
• Dear Wendy
• Three Times
• L’Enfant

FANTASTIC

• L’Intrus
• Accused
• One Night

DECENT

• Mongolian Ping Pong
• Manderlay

RETARDED

• Wake Up, Arezoo!
• April Snow
• The Prince Contemplating His Soul

These are the movies I have unfortunately missed:

• I am a Sex Addict
• The Death of Mr. Lezarezcu
• Peacock
• Be With Me
• L’Enfer
• Vers le Sud
• Keane