Sunday, May 27, 2007

Bingo!


Kalt (Sonia Hamza) isn't your average Tunisian woman. After all, as the leader of a small ring of high-tech thieves, she spends most of her time hijacking the frequencies of foreign television channels so that an animated camel named Bedwin Hacker can say his piece in Arabic. Nadia El Fani directs this fresh and critically acclaimed look at a slice of North African life, co-starring Nadia Saiji and Muriel Solvay. - 2003 - from Netflix

Learning to play Brickshooter Egypt and The Rise of Atlantis on AOL Games, learning about the differences between Zambia and Zimbabwe, finding so many nice things to write about the companies there, listening to PiL and dub reggae, wondering what the deal is with Hank Hill's dad, finding it impossible to get past the first 5 minutes of Steve Martin's The Jerk; falling asleep reading the Osaka subway map, and keeping up with my Netflix subscription:

I suppose sitting through many film classes and watching dozens of movies made in the 1930s and 40s gives one a special ability to find movies that aren't boring; one is able to make it through to Page 11 of Netflix' Foreign "Watch Now" category before finding a movie that turns out to be more than pretty good. I think this movie has something to do with raising a child in a wilderness of hackers and current events. It has something to do with Segolene Royal and it's got some positivity, as regards the future. The movie has as much to do with Paris as it does with "Carthage", or Tunis; it is something like what Clintonesque university people are like in France, in the 2000s.

Film class boredom can actually be an interesting thing. One watches every Hitchcock movie, and that guy is freaking interesting. The scene at the end of Vertigo, when Jimmy Stewart climbs down the bellwether of a church, I could go on and on, NYPD Blue has everything to do with it. But there's a lot stuff that goes with it, such as Ernst Lubitsch, the Will and Grace of the 1930s. There sure is a lot of it; is it boring, it's important, and if I don't pay attention I will be bounced out of here. But then again, you think you are bored, and you're kind of bored, and you have a lot of Douglas Sirk to watch, and you start with it, and you realize you aren't exactly bored, you aren't just blown away, you are just blown away, that Douglas Sirk is f***** u*; Imitation of Life has everything to do with Martin Luther King Jr.

- I've got binoculars; on top of box hill...PiL Flowers of Romance
- Dread dread soldiers have come to Mashton Road....King Tubby Great Stone
- ...if you've seen the clumsy movie that was called The Jerk, you have to check out Steve Martin as he started to perk...EPMD Steve Martin

This is the coat of arms of Zambia. The vertical rays of the sun, son. Don't get a sunburn, son. It reminds me of my dad (on the left) sharing his thoughts on the differences and similarities between waves, particles and "wavicles" in the 1970s. And of my mom on the right, helping her hang up laundry on a brisk November day while I obviate the prospect of tea time boredom by asking her respectful advice about what color clothespins I should use and the great philosophical question; what's the deal with wooden clothespins and plastic clothespins.

As far as the eagle is concerned, I saw a documentary a few years ago about birds, this episode was in Africa, and a guy took a rotten porkchop and buried it under a pile of leaves. They had telephoto, and sure enough, a few minutes later, from over the horizon, a vulture came from 15 miles away to eat the food.

You need to show you care about the details of life. Don't be an oaf. Or a cad. Or a lout. Or an idiot who cares about clothespins. It turns women off.



Zimbabwe! Same name as Tianjin, the big city next to Beijing. This yellow word looks like the word for "LAW" and "LAWYER" in green down at the right, but it isn't, it is more like the law of playing with water, which is the three lines on the left, what one learns while playing down by the stream in the woods.

When I talk to people, words like this come into play, as they are part of my self-being, and I have noticed that there is some confusion between these two words. They are not really different enough to tell the difference between, in casual conversation levels, and people always get confused about Asian concepts of law and vacation time activities, when the subject starts to come around. On Harvey Birdman, Attorney-at-Law, there is some expression of the nature of the serious actual law, and of the plastic fantastic world that always exists in the backyard, or in a box of Lego blocks.

- Zimbabwe brothers are go! - sung by The Adicts, the most hilarious band in punk rock who try to be like the nice side of A Clockwork Orange....

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