tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36557113542567431832024-02-21T03:49:12.859-05:00Everything in ExcessAll About Pleasure's PursuitMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-13452145822576829322011-10-29T02:07:00.001-04:002011-10-29T02:09:28.417-04:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
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going to disappear.</span></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-7682936685368889182011-10-14T16:03:00.000-04:002011-10-14T17:23:32.915-04:00desire's flame<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q108/marj69/NATURE/Fire/RedFlame.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q108/marj69/NATURE/Fire/RedFlame.jpg" width="400" /></a>some say: brilliance is a fleeting cosmic event, a shooting star. its origin is a matrix of factors both unknown and unrepeatable; they will call it: inspiration. brilliance, they say, is not for the taking; it is first prize in life's lottery.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">the brilliant know better. desire ignites the brilliant, it agitates their veins, and shoots them through life's path like a burning comet. faith in ability paves the pathways of their pasts; surety of success lights their way ahead. they willingly submit to the desire to be brilliant, to be consumed in desire's flame. brilliance, then, is not chance's favour; it is the award for 'best in show'.</span><br />
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</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-73133054808714036392010-02-27T16:26:00.013-05:002011-10-14T16:35:20.693-04:00a shawl of white<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGkqsE18O3GVYv8aiszruCucuZMDf46Hr_yIl_nONYqUpbY8DCUIFHetyRYpU8bu_JZI2nPwcLYKhLkcnQx14IvylP22UmLOCstds-weNLL-vqHdmEkry1CO89CY2PM6WFqFo-_c7s3lP/s1600-h/snowy+streets.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443037980577188194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGkqsE18O3GVYv8aiszruCucuZMDf46Hr_yIl_nONYqUpbY8DCUIFHetyRYpU8bu_JZI2nPwcLYKhLkcnQx14IvylP22UmLOCstds-weNLL-vqHdmEkry1CO89CY2PM6WFqFo-_c7s3lP/s320/snowy+streets.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 297px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 397px;" /></a>Late at night, after much snow has fallen and while vestiges of the downpour continue gently, the streets are very quiet. The blanket of white inhibits sound and makes the yellow streetlights eerie beacons. In those hours, empty streets offer themselves to me, and i take them slowly, unwilling to ravage them after their recent purification.<br />
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<a href="http://everything-in-excess.blogspot.com/p/chinaman-in-snow.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">read the rest ... The Chinaman in the Snow</span></a><br />
<br /></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-6127034154772538722010-02-06T16:19:00.008-05:002011-10-14T13:50:43.696-04:00there is much to waterhouse<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://speedingblackrain.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/circe_offering_the_cup_to_odysseus.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://speedingblackrain.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/circe_offering_the_cup_to_odysseus.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 343px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 206px;" /></a>i spoke recently about coincidence. it was an accident, a result of repeatedly thwarted plans, that i went today and not last week or month or year to the waterhouse exhibit at the musee des beaux-arts. on the heels of my interaction with joseph campbell, specifically the story of odysseus' meeting and hieros gamos ('sacred marriage') with circe that i came, unexpectedly, upon waterhouse's magnificent rendering of this meeting.</div>
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<br />in the story, odysseus must solicit the sorceress circe's guidance, but he must first challenge her authority so that she finds him worthy of seduction (an allegory for union with the guide/guardian of the otherworld/immortality -- the goddess); it is a typically iron age patriarchy myth, in which the feminine-goddess element is dominated by the masculine-warrior element. waterhouse's painting, though, focuses on the fleeting moment when circe raises her wand to threaten odysseus. it is a distinctive interpretation of the scene, which centres on the magic powers of circe rather than her eventual capitulation to odysseus' masculine authority. she is commanding and dominates by subtle wiles, not physical force. she is the archetypal mother-goddess: pacific yet omniscient; terrible in her capacity as destroyer, benign in her capacity as life-giver.<br /><br /><a href="http://cgfa.acropolisinc.com/waterhou/grafx/waterh52.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://cgfa.acropolisinc.com/waterhou/grafx/waterh52.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 138px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 242px;" /></a>waterhouse began his career by painting representations of scenes from classical antiquity (his uniqueness was his ability to convey a narrative through pictorial rather than literature; he showed a side-scene, which conveyed the entire story), but he shifted, mysteriously and dramatically, to a focus on pagan antiquity and mythology. (to be sure, we can draw a distinct parallel here with the present writer.) this focus on pagan myth and the centrality of commanding females made people wonder about possible connexions to an occult society, since the mystical feminine -- the eternal, dual-yet-united power of the female, the destroyer/creator-goddess -- is at the core of the human story, is more ancient than our time, and is the obsession of seekers of ultimate truth.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com61tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-20660199490547387872010-02-03T23:40:00.003-05:002011-10-14T16:35:59.255-04:00pleasure and coincidence<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
the immensity of life's pleasure is, i think, in its minuteness. the pleasurable moments threaded together make a happy life - life is a persian rug of finely woven pleasures. but, most of those moments (if i were braver i would say all of those moments) are unplanned. the conjoinings of seemingly disparate events are the recipe for these unplanned happy events. but, let us not forget, what may appear unplanned to the conscious mind is never without method to the subconscious, whose perpetual goal is the creation of our happiness. i am most pleased with the coincidences that make up my daily happiness, and the coterie of friends that make it so. it is a blessing of which i am forever mindful.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-64756430511667202222009-12-13T03:08:00.008-05:002011-10-14T16:36:20.701-04:00love<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> I started looking for you, not knowing</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> how blind that was.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> they're in each other all along.</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Rumi</span></span></div>
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love is linked to life. the longer we live, the more deeply we understand love. the love that a teenager insists that she feels is a legitimate love. it is different from that experienced by a twenty-five year-old or a sixty-five year-old, but it is love nonetheless. how do we know when we are in love? we feel it. we know with certainty when we are not in love, but we are unsure of everything when we are in love. the love between two people is an intimation of universal love, love in the abstract - the love one experiences when one effaces one's ego, one's self. when one gives love unselfishly to everyone, then one is divine. when one is united with love, one realises that loving truly is to recognise the universe within oneself, to recognise that the lover and the beloved are one.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtTaMkN0ASn6thlLSdYOs1Yu_db5SP7l7xV7pMoiro-88WEMwUGpCQUn8EqQ4rl7mYCKrhS3OIJQ1HcEegMG65ljGPq5VppCSwZ1gx1DyyKwLvx0d84RUlq-IBwlPumDYBV4yiXUvV5DLw/s1600-h/edward-and-bella-twilight-series-759224_800_488.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414639848972432626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtTaMkN0ASn6thlLSdYOs1Yu_db5SP7l7xV7pMoiro-88WEMwUGpCQUn8EqQ4rl7mYCKrhS3OIJQ1HcEegMG65ljGPq5VppCSwZ1gx1DyyKwLvx0d84RUlq-IBwlPumDYBV4yiXUvV5DLw/s400/edward-and-bella-twilight-series-759224_800_488.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 244px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-89383953541467077482009-07-22T16:14:00.012-04:002011-10-14T13:52:24.324-04:00the inextricable linking of messrs wilde and fry<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://rulesoflunch.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/stephen_fry.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://rulesoflunch.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/stephen_fry.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 244px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 244px;" /></a>one of my most persistent memories, brief as static but with all of nostalgia's pleasantness, is of a movie called 'wilde'. i sat on the floor of the living room of the london flat where i had spent about a dozen summers, half of which followed the formula of watching videos rented from the blockbuster downstairs while eating a small cup of haagen-dazs vanilla ice cream, purchased there. i sat on the blue carpet and watched the dramatised biography of a man about whom i knew nothing except his name. but that name would change my perception of the world, as the things he did with language were, to me, unimaginable. i never knew one was <span style="font-style: italic;">allowed </span>to play, to manipulate, to wit, as he did. to be sure, my own skill wanes in comparison, but what i know now, i owe in some great degree to oscar wilde, and also in some great degree to the man who played him in that film, mr stephen fry. i believe it was the first time i'd heard of him, but he became then inextricably linked with mr wilde, and they were thenceforth fixtures of my fascination with language, a permanent benchmark, a zenith towards which to strive. many years passed after that initial initiation, and i began to investigate wilde's work, for the first time, and my mind's barriers were shattered, one more time. some more years passed, and i investigated mr fry again. his wit is unparalleled, his insight is remarkable, and his lexical dexterity is so magnificent that it is tearfully enviable.</div>
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wonderful and insightful: "<a href="http://www.stephenfry.com/blog/2009/07/04/americas-place-in-the-world/">america's place in the world</a>"</div>
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brilliant and hilarious: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHQ2756cyD8">the subject of language, on <span style="font-style: italic;">a bit of fry and laurie</span></a>.</div>
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nice. fry on wilde: <a href="http://www.stephenfry.com/media/video/102/trailer--oscar-wilde-s-short-stories">http://www.stephenfry.com/media/video/102/trailer--oscar-wilde-s-short-stories</a></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com234tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-61358986568761465452009-07-04T14:01:00.003-04:002011-10-14T13:52:31.311-04:00linda goodman's promise of immortality<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
i was beaten by the strange stick when i picked up linda goodman's <span style="font-style: italic;">star signs</span>. it is occult to the max. she was the foremost in astrology, she brought it to the fore. her <span style="font-style: italic;">sun signs</span> is amazing and insightful, and everyone should read it - those who study the astrological sciences will relish it, those who are unaware will become aware. to be sure, linda goodman is brilliant. she taps into the ancient gnosis, the ancient wisdom, the idea of becoming one with oneself, when one's "I"-ness is effaced to the point that there is no Me and there is no You, there is only the Ultimate. when one diminishes one's self, one recognises the Unity of Being - the <span style="font-style: italic;">wahdat al-wujud</span> of ibn al-arabi - the blissful peace of unified reality.<br /><br />but <span style="font-style: italic;">star signs</span> is so strange ... it's occult to the hilt. i picked it up before leaving mtl and opened it to the chapter on achieving physical immortality and was visibly struck by its brazenness. i put it in my suitcase and read it two nights ago. it was eye-opening. the idea, the steps she provided, of/to physical immortality were galilean, though the book was published thirty years ago. believe in immortality! she chides. you can do it if you KNOW it to be true. recognise the truth of cell regeneration and train your mind to youthen your body, your cells. you will look like any age you want to. follow the steps - become vegetarian, do not kill, do not be promiscuous, be kind.<br /><br />eleven steps to immortality. nice if you can get it, and you can get it if you try.<br /><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">breakdown of the book:<br /><a href="http://horoscopes.lovetoknow.com/Linda_Goodman_Star_Signs">http://horoscopes.lovetoknow.com/Linda_Goodman_Star_Signs</a></span></div>
</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-42302435403605194362009-07-02T14:47:00.002-04:002011-10-14T16:36:20.696-04:00NEW! Reviews of EIE (courtesy of Ja'red)<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
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it is a massive structure that, like the moon, remains stationery as you move beneath it. it is breathtaking every time. its columns are gigantic and its awe is wonderful to experience, every single time. it comes into the corner of the eye, through the small streets that hide its fullness. but in the openness of its piazza, it is awesome and thrilling, every time, even when looking away for a moment and turning back.<br />
<br />rome is empty at night, all the piazzas are clear, making way for lovers and other strangers. the pantheon`s majesty is clear in the daytime, despite all the people, but it`s solemnity is clearest at night.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4ThBqXxu0AJO4pkcMIIJEpgNdCnia94hkxnHL7xAG6IfeBVBirVOI5x_8vdvy0jeHjXXCK0KPm0tZpsoQeEKvc7qVhuqghDaShEUhuPKJEFR5yUkyLaOuuUJa7YmRkzqtdOcvNXzh77l/s1600-h/pantheon2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352924574810641362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4ThBqXxu0AJO4pkcMIIJEpgNdCnia94hkxnHL7xAG6IfeBVBirVOI5x_8vdvy0jeHjXXCK0KPm0tZpsoQeEKvc7qVhuqghDaShEUhuPKJEFR5yUkyLaOuuUJa7YmRkzqtdOcvNXzh77l/s200/pantheon2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 150px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86XQ3LWnAlnJENItcj_8ZUl2imPk7AKaSvT9SY16bhPU_UnADvYhyphenhyphenrTvF2A0ynZLB8rQnsV0Hn1Cj9NvZAKYdH_9F6AECWba6FgQ3oFB7Io3NuISXfEBBK3WdRK9s310TaDmcxDg5SsNj/s1600-h/pantheon3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352926003650467506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86XQ3LWnAlnJENItcj_8ZUl2imPk7AKaSvT9SY16bhPU_UnADvYhyphenhyphenrTvF2A0ynZLB8rQnsV0Hn1Cj9NvZAKYdH_9F6AECWba6FgQ3oFB7Io3NuISXfEBBK3WdRK9s310TaDmcxDg5SsNj/s200/pantheon3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 150px;" /></a></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-48181301780998704652009-06-09T21:28:00.006-04:002011-10-14T13:53:24.588-04:00quaker chewy chocolate chip granola bars<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
i eat these all the time. i have them after other food. i have them <span style="font-style: italic;">as</span> food. i even have them as dessert. i think it's the chocolate chip part that gets me. i'm sure that's all i like about them.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.quakeroats.com/Libraries/Products/Chewy-ChocChip-Detail.sflb.ashx"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.quakeroats.com/Libraries/Products/Chewy-ChocChip-Detail.sflb.ashx" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 311px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 416px;" /></a></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-79938434268417442342009-06-03T01:05:00.002-04:002011-10-14T13:53:38.935-04:003AMGOKARTING<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
it's still exciting. was exhilarating, really. want to go back. was chilling with az and some at lemeac, then some places like baldwin distillerie cafeteria, then in my driveway ran into some people, were chatting then decided to go go-karting around 3 o'clock. was wicked fun zoom zoom round round fast fast.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-54814228866995330912009-06-03T00:46:00.005-04:002011-10-14T13:54:02.306-04:00for tas 1 [m:brgr]<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
the choc chip cookie with vanilla ice cream at m:brgr got betr. it was always a good idea, but recently they started making it with larger choc chips, and now it is actually really good, and i think about it from time to time.<br /><br />m:brgr is just generally nice, it's a very chill atmosphere (though sometimes the music is really loud), and the place itself is very cool and trendy, the crowd too, and jeff the owner is great, very nice always friendly. one always bumps into someone one knows. i've spent a quite bit of time there recently. was fun with s-man that one time, and even he liked the place and the beer.<br /><br />i really like chilling there (though it is too expensive). the drinks are high-quality, top-notch. i'm sure josh silver would be really happy i said that, he's always promoting m:brgr cuz he's got them to stock stewart's. he's all over asw, always promoting mbrgr, trinity, l'original, all the places that stock stewart's. m:brgr also has coke in the bottle. that's always nice, isn't it t ;). and the other day i had a kobe burger with portobello mush, monterey jack cheese, and caramelised onions...it was really good. i like m:brgr now.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">[this is a very un-triumphant return. i hope i'll be more inspired soon than i have been over the last month.]<br /></span><a href="http://www.mbrgr.com/press_downloads/inside.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.mbrgr.com/press_downloads/inside.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 373px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 498px;" /></a></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-78992611634151062492009-04-20T00:28:00.003-04:002011-10-14T16:36:35.385-04:00the finite timelessness of youth.<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
We get lost in our youth. We don’t know anything else. Youth is invincible and impervious. And beautiful. And wasteful.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-16038626306017084352009-04-12T22:37:00.004-04:002011-10-14T13:54:24.941-04:00george lucas is effing brilliant.<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
what genius, to come up with such epic stories: star wars and indiana jones. both are full of adventure and comedy, heart and soul, metaphor and symmetry. star wars is spiritual and meaningful, its depth is belied by its science fiction setting and high-flying adventure, but the notion of the force, of the spiritual master, of the green man, of the perceived duality between good and evil, as well as that duality's essential complementarity, all have firm grounding in the study of gnosis.<br /><br />the star wars movies famously take their cue from joseph campbell's study of the 'hero myth', and indiana jones is wonderfully comic and non-stop adventure. he's the american james bond (fleming's bond, not connery's), in a way: supremely knowledgable, supremely capable, and supremely brash. harrison ford really is quite wonderful, he's both han solo and indiana jones, a thrill-seeking and brazenly cocksure adventurer, motivated by self-interest, but ever-ready to don the mantle of reluctant hero.<br /><br />the opening scene of 'temple of doom' mixes east and west with an american girl singing an english song in chinese, then brings in mystery as we see indy's body moving down stairs, given a passing warning as he sits down to confront a table of mobsters, as connery did in dr no, dashing in a white tuxedo; the adventure just begins as he barters for the prize which he collected the night before, which, as we learn from a bandaged hand, one of the chinese had attempted to steal. the details make it exciting and fun, delivered slowly and subtly, as we see the barter taking place over a revolving tray, the artefact and the money being exchanged round and round, when indy finally imbibes a poison, and the club goes wild, the diamond and the antidote both rolling around on the floor, being chased by the girl and indy, both of whom want one of those items. the excitement level is maintained as they jump out a window and fall directly into indy's white car, given chase by the chinese, until indy escapes them by jumping into a freight plane, which he doesn't know is owned by the mobster himself!<br /><br />what a brilliant storyteller he is, a master of vernacular adventure, mr lucas - inventor of some of the most enduring, popular, and relevant american characters, and reviver of inspired and innately exciting stories.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-67746726733374632192009-04-05T20:32:00.005-04:002011-10-14T13:54:42.543-04:00sylvester stallone's remarkable magnanimity.<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
some people think him brutish. but that is shallow. his heart is big and generous, and he is kind and warm. in all his movies he shows a real concern for social justice, which he protects nobly. in 'get carter' he is a man troubled by his identity, striving to reconcile the violence of his world with the inherent decency that imbues his worldview. he seeks to protect his niece from the darkness of that very world, in which he seeks to bring light. that he does so by sometimes dark means is due to involuntary factors of his birth, and those dark actions are thus invested with the light of his intention. he is a role model for the younger characters, portraying a man that has always to live in the grey, forced to use his god-given physical strength to put right a world in which nothing is black and white, in which danger and corruption threaten his sense of justice and morality. nevertheless, his innate softness is revealed through his tranquil self-confidence, through his calm and kind advices, such as in 'driven'. as witnessed in all the 'rocky' movies, his empathy for the plight of others, even when they abuse him, is magnanimous; and the burden of love he carries in his heart is endearing and emotional.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-45513407319080342572009-04-03T17:08:00.009-04:002011-10-14T16:36:55.057-04:00sinead o'connor's beautiful face.<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rO8JWbG6bVw"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/2789391985_4749ec35a9.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 140px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 191px;" /></a>the sentiment seeps from her, her mouth is expressive to the hilt. she sings strongly and passionately and vividly and lamentingly. there is nothing except her face, her mouth, her tears. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rO8JWbG6bVw">the song</a> is a jeremiad. its mournful tone entwines one into its sentiment, her face plumbs its deepening emotion. her mouth's graceful wailing is intense and intoxicating, its beauty is bewitching.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-2434682945643217562009-04-03T03:13:00.000-04:002011-10-14T16:37:12.738-04:003:13<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
at three thirteen the world stops. 313 souls, 313 heroes. 3 hours and 13 minutes. there is no similarity, there is symbolism. there is righteousness and its path, and the lantern that lights it, lit by 313 souls, 313 heroes. at 3:13 we are reminded of our duty.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-70821842313192879602009-03-30T22:55:00.002-04:002011-10-14T13:55:18.953-04:00kabir's taj.<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
kabir's resto <a href="http://www.restaurantletaj.com/">le taj</a> is consistently rated the best indian resto in town for good reason it really is good everything there is good all the dishes are really delicious of course i love butter chicken and its excellent there and at a's prompting last time i had chicken tikka masala and it was great and again at her welcome and recurrent prodding i had the garlic naan which again was just so tasty and really amplified the general goodness of all the other dishes and it's generally just always a good time with kabir with whom i always enjoy interesting interlocution</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-35956819738633351112009-03-29T02:55:00.008-04:002011-10-14T13:55:49.330-04:00someone to be kind to in between the dark and the light<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
i didn't know i liked the eagles so much. but their music animates me, their songs inspire emotion in me. and so all of a sudden; it was only last summer that i began listening to their music.<br /><br />i was sitting at dunn's waiting for my hot dog as i was wont to do last summer at six am, post-imaginationhouse, and i commented to the tall fellow that i liked the song playing, to which he gave his unbeknownst-to-him fateful response, 'it's the eagles, man'. the eagles ... a spectre that loomed in the back of my western-influenced mind, a band that i knew existed and was important, but which i couldn't recall having ever heard. of course, just like with frank, i was wrong: i knew many of their songs but didn't know it. 'desperado' i knew because of that seinfeld episode; 'tequila sunrise' i knew because of <span style="font-style: italic;">interview with the vampire</span>; 'hotel california' is really famous of course, but i had spent an entire summer some years previous loving the gipsy kings cover. and so i discovered that the eagles were an embedded component of this society's social imaginary - the background repository of images and narratives - the vernacular, pop culture which i have, over the years, absorbed without intention, which to me is still remarkable considering one where i grew up and two that so many young people from here don't know much about the past while it seems to be familiar to me.<br /><br />but these above-mentioned songs were not the songs that turned me, really. it was the slow, forlorn songs. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WwhRV1XP6A">'i can't tell you why' </a>was the first. it's a song about the banal reality of two people trying to come to know one another, amidst their conflicting, entrenched perspectives on life: "look at us baby, up all night, tearing our love apart", he says; "nothing's wrong as far as i can see; we make it harder than it has to be", he concludes. the song begins with only the bass, but continues into a slow percussive rhythm, punctuated by a dreamy and ethereal synth, and concludes with an almost two-minute guitar solo that single-handedly and instantaneously incited in me an appreciaton and love for the electric guitar in particular, and rock music in general. the song's lyrics, just like most of the eagles' fare, are sensible and sensitive, capturing in an instant a depth of emotion without sacrificing comprehensibilty or grammar. much of the same is evident in <a href="http://www.wat.tv/video/the-eagles-best-of-my-love-f418_fpwo_.html">'the best of my love'</a>, a song which tackles similar subject matter in similar musical style: "every night i'm lyin' in bed/ holdin' you close in my dreams/ thinkin' about all the things that we said/ and comin' apart at the seams". the chorus is longing and mournful, both lyrically and musically, inspiring the same in the listener.<br /><br />the title of this post is a line from one of my favouritest songs, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94bL91pazq4">'one of these nights'</a>, delivered in a falsetto and pace that contrasts the previous lines and bars, which makes it stand out immediately. of course the genius of their songs, generally, is that they are expertly executed both musically and lyrically. their meaningfulness is conveyed effortlessly by don henley's almost unremarkable voice, were it not for its remarkable range, augmented by its lightness, which allows it to move seamlessly into his falsetto, the natural, graceful beauty of which acts as a juxtaposition against the deepness of his lyrics. they move together, the music and lyrics; the same sentiment is conveyed by both, they complement each other to make a unified whole, a symmetry: beauty incarnate.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-22034154314052959572009-03-28T00:59:00.009-04:002011-10-14T13:56:08.767-04:00other good burgers<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2a0Ih7mgzoCogI2ZFGTS8q1ihYFILvAU2G684qRf5RzxRoTM7tPhbgych-zCBt_DbyclgDOaDWaxzQt8YxkxezrsvQZf12xHYPoWm_g3Tv3nFc8kacAtsrygotEesuhWG33zfOpSzNtkO/s1600-h/biggest-burger-small.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267981041767570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2a0Ih7mgzoCogI2ZFGTS8q1ihYFILvAU2G684qRf5RzxRoTM7tPhbgych-zCBt_DbyclgDOaDWaxzQt8YxkxezrsvQZf12xHYPoWm_g3Tv3nFc8kacAtsrygotEesuhWG33zfOpSzNtkO/s400/biggest-burger-small.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 295px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 391px;" /></a>a tangible facet of my life has been the pursuit of burgers. i'm not alone in this; in fact, it's a very 'stuff that white people like' sort of thing, and it occupied the content of an entire episode of <span style="font-style: italic;">himym</span>, the epitome of white lameness. but, leaving aside that throbbing reality, there are a few good burgers i've had, though i know i'm far from where i need to be, in terms of the global human experience. let us concentrate on mtl, as you retain the possibility of being entranced by local fare, and that would be most beneficial to our future discussions on the subject as it would place us on common ground. the lamentable closure of pipeline (opposite club 281) was both mysterious and unhappy, as i didn't know it had shut and when i found out i was sad. i kept driving by, promising people the best burger in town, with its wonderfully rye bread, and being all juicy and tantalising. but it, like an anal of history, was shut. though when it was open it didnt shut till two in the morning, a big selling point for me as i like everything that stays open till the times i'm available to avail myself of them. if a burger place shuts at ten it's likely i won't go there often. like dilallo; it shuts early. but, moe's, on the other hand, is up all night. it's the oldest diner in mtl, open 24 hours, it's cheap, dingy, right next to the forum (which was a very profitable location for decades), and its really tasty. it's not called moe's anymore, but the burgers are still just so good, with the relish and the cheese and the pickles. all the stuff that other burgers have, i suppose. but, for example, nickel's isn't good, though it has the ingredients, it lacks good taste. nearby nickel's, though, is mr steer, which has always been considered among the top in town. their burgers are smaller in diameter, which is kind of cute, but they're fat, so still quite fulling. these are really tasty and i have two at a go. further down st cats is reuben's, which is a smoked meat place, yes, but still has one of the best burgers around, the berghoff's beer burger: a well-chargrilled patty, all the necessary ingredients, but with the addition of this beer-ketchup sauce, which puts it over the top. if we come back up the street, we'll pass by firegrill, which has a good, decent burger for the sort of place it is. if one continues perambulating, one will miss m:brgr, because it's out of the way a bit, but now this is a place that is dedicated to burgers. it has every option you could have thought of, mushrooms, truffle oil, all the cheeses, kobe beef, lettuce wrap instead of bun, the most expensive champagnes. well, it's expensive, this place. the first couple of times i went there i didn't see what the hullaballoo was, i didn't like the sweet potato fries that much, though i was much impressed by the giant choc chip cookie with ice cream (!), and i loved with nostalgia the floats and milkshakes, which looked the ones archie and the gang used to drink together in the 50s at pop's choclitt shoppe. or like the ones in norman rockwell paintings. that's more representative of a definite nostalgia, perhaps. despite all that, though, i had, last month, their special, which was a kobe beef burger, with monterey jack cheese, caramelised onions, shitake mushrooms, and truffle oil. and it was spectacular. really, really good. and it's silly of me to like the coke bottle, but i did. people from here only had them decades ago, so the kids here didn't grow up with them, but people like me, from the rest of the world, still use bottles, and we grew up with them. now, if we take a hike to another part of town, we see mamma's pizza, who have this wonderful mamma's burger, which comes in a tight aluminium foil. it's a big, big, juicy burger, but the relish is the thing with this one. our imaginal friend introduced me to it, and we both used to order it all the time, and one time i had called up and he had just placed his order, and the girl knew it was us two cuz we both asked for no bacon. further along, on duluth, one finds the famous au pied de cochon, who have a foie gras burger. now this is very interesting, and one finds it in some places, and it is worth a go. a couple of other interesting places in mtl are newtown, which actually has a great burger; dundee's has a good mushroom burger; some people like dunn's burger (metcalfe and st cats), for me the big selling point is it's open all the time, you can have steak at 4 in the morning; the st james hotel in old port has a beautiful dining room, with a burger that has an amazing tasting patty, but is far too small for the bun, which itself is very lacklustre. in some of the cities i visit a lot, there are places i go for burgers also, for example, in vancouver i always loved the burger at the garden cafe at the four seasons. it really is good and was my favourite for many years; it's a formal burger, with the traditional ingredients, such as onions, lettuce, tomatoes, with a well-positioned bun, and a carefully prepared patty, and the chips are well-cut and thin. vera's, on the other hand, is a chain that has excellent burgers, but, again, come in aluminium foil, are messy and big, and have lots of options, but, like they say, you can't beat vera's meat. in london i've always liked the tootsie's burger. it really is good, it's semi-formal, really, but it's best with the white chocolate milkshake. ah, five guys burger and fries, the burger from dc that spurred my somewhat-infamous moment-of-passion email some years ago; this is a burger. it's a fast food place, but, the thing is, it just tastes so good. it is so good. really good. in bangkok i like the burgers at the intercon hotel, and the hyatt has a good one too. these are wider in diameter, as hotel burgers tend to be, more formal, as stated, sticking to traditional ingredients, with well-grilled and well-made patties, topped with nice, melted cheese. it's the quality of the ingredients at the hotel burgers that makes them good. this has been a long exposition of a subject that i can imagine a number of you will not like at all, but some of you will understand and appreciate my appreciation. it's the sort of thing that the sort of people who like this sort of thing will find that it's the sort of thing they like.</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-86725390247466265752009-03-27T19:02:00.003-04:002011-10-14T13:55:57.790-04:00_<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
what happens to your facebook profile if you die?</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-66393524476926877472009-03-27T07:07:00.008-04:002011-10-14T16:38:37.998-04:00a cheap trick (illusion, really): the despite-or-maybe-because-of-$3.75 so good dilallo burger.<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://www.livemtl.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/dilallo_is_a_burger_joint10.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.livemtl.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/dilallo_is_a_burger_joint10.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 224px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 168px;" /></a>the chain with the name dilallo: i frequented it frequently this past week, as my gustative peregrinations took me there on sunday night, some twenty-odd hours subsequent to my first experience there when i ingested two of the namesake delicacies as well as an entire french fried, and i again visited the scene of this crime of passion on tuesday night, when my enjoyment was, once again, plain and evident, like a piece of cheese in a mousetrap baiting its prey. the dilallo pattys are flimsy and unsound, nestled between a top bun that looks like a sexy bottom bun and a bottom bun that looks like a top-heavy bun, punctuated with hints of tomatoes, a lavish hit of onion, a Mr Pickle Two Slice, and pleasurable mustard, all topped with a grease that allows one's fingers to slip and slide, reminding one of the tenuousness of youth's pleasures, and the frivolity of trying to hold on to them. the first time the burger and my mouth met, the world was bright - it was a sunny day. there was an initial shock, followed by a rapturous engorging. the chemistry was palpable.</div>
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<br /></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-7282075218913137652009-03-25T13:20:00.007-04:002011-10-14T13:57:43.877-04:00la clafouti sandwich<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
the place is packed. at lunchtime the lineup's a winding snake, people all waiting to gobble down the sandwiches, the fruits, the soups, all 'healthy' foods for cheap. the demography, all ppl taking lunch breaks, is noteworthy for its aesthetic quality, which is a surprising contradiction to the eatery's dark, cavernous atmosphere. in the summer, ppl/one cross the street (drummond) to the mini-park and eat there. that's what we did the first time i was taken there a few years ago by my old friend al-bookthief, who told me, quite correctly, that the sandwiches were great and cheap. i've never had anything else except the tuna sandwiches and i've never looked back. but here's what it looks like if i did look back:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ0ygcugPHzhyPdKqLoTZYiMZ5bJVaS2POZ7vzTOxLcCLdzs0RMgsCxQivhRE-0s2zetRXKpsgt7WllyUUE6fGeU2Qy_eeQkXuVhT3G6HdWu0haRKR2BbmOO_DsRKpdVvtKII-I-AE53qS/s1600-h/la+clafouti.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317179899257776706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ0ygcugPHzhyPdKqLoTZYiMZ5bJVaS2POZ7vzTOxLcCLdzs0RMgsCxQivhRE-0s2zetRXKpsgt7WllyUUE6fGeU2Qy_eeQkXuVhT3G6HdWu0haRKR2BbmOO_DsRKpdVvtKII-I-AE53qS/s320/la+clafouti.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /></a></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655711354256743183.post-24565704189072551582009-03-19T23:03:00.004-04:002011-10-14T13:58:24.967-04:00mosaica<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
dancing, an exaggerated human movement in rhythm to music. it is enlivening, to be sure, though i shan't make any etiological inquiries here. let us say for now that rhythm is indeed a dancer. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmkWPq01CUI">mosaica ... the mcgill dance company</a>. it's always a fun show. there's such a variety of styles and songs, hip hop to hipster, coldplay to collins. and loads of britney. (seems everyone likes britney, even though all her songs are about how no one likes her.) but the show really was quite good and fun, and it always impresses me that people design the dances themselves, it was the co-ordinators, who themselves are students. and they all put in so much effort. just imagine. the dances were very interesting, some telling stories, most were just raw expressions of the passion that music inspires; through different sounds they played around. but, both the music and the style of dance was very 'stuff that white people like'; a lot of hipster and a lot of sadness. sadness is legitimate in post-enlightenment liberal society, we wallow in it here, though in the islamic conception, despondency is a sin; 'failures should be forgotten and new efforts made'. we don't wallow in sadness, it's not legitimate. regardless, the dancing itself wasn't perfect; they had problems keeping in synch with each other in every dance. but, it's excusable, i think, because one the dances were fun and the music was interesting, two it's students, and three they're soft young girls. if they were not pretty young girls would it be any good? it would not. would one have liked the show otherwise? i think not. what do i know about dancing as art, really? very little, but i enjoyed watching them move around nonetheless. dancing has to be done by soft, lithe young girls, otherwise it's just fat people jumping up and down. (<a href="http://www.jimmyr.com/blog/Fat_People_Dancing_Videos_193_2006.php">see here</a>.)</div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941921157349113941noreply@blogger.com0