Road trippin' Day

So this gentleman claims that life is a hole, without a rabbit inside.

Now, that's an interesting perspective. Not certain I fully agree, but Mornin'!

A cheerful start to a new week

A strong candidate for my answering machine, if I had one..

Packing with a Purpose

It's time to pack again, for yet another cross-country trip. This has become commonplace. But there's hope. More trips planned for the following 3 weekends. What then? TBD.

Wrong side of the bed

On Lying & Collateral Damage

The film features a high concept narrative set in an alternate reality in which there is no such thing as lying and everything said is the absolute truth. In this world people make blunt, often cruel statements, including those that people would normally keep to themselves. There is a lack of religious belief, and the absence of fiction results in a movie industry limited to lecture-style historical readings, and advertisements as bluntly truthful as the people are.

from Wiki



I've enjoyed the Edward Norton moment & the Coke ad one in particular.

Coraline [2009]

This is the second feat I explore in the recently acclaimed Cool New Way of selecting films, as I first got fascinated with Coraline's soundtrack and then decided to watch it. And sorry I feel not, as this is exactly the sort of tale that I am currently open to ingesting:

The mescaline-trip-tinged Coraline is like Pan’s Labyrinth without the self-serious pretense to prestige. Director Henry Selick’s first return to stop motion animation in 13 years (and his first full non-Monkeybone movie without Tim Burton’s guiding hand) centers on the title character, a little girl bored both by her relocation to a baroque, off-the-map manor and her inattentive parents, who won’t indulge her adventurous spirit. Serendipitously, she discovers a small, wallpapered-over door in her gray, unfurnished living room; though bricked-up by day, by night it leads to an other-dimensional Wonderland, opening onto a rabbit-hole-ish portal, a fleshy touch-tunnel reminiscent of the birth canal. It’s as though she’s crawling back into the womb...

Keep tuning in to the Cinepinion review on top, or taste a different take here.

I, Nomad & the Social Bubble

Just as last week seemed to be all about socialising, last weekend was 2010's 2nd weekend coinciding with my 2nd weekend at someone else's place. There's a bunch of stuff to be appreciated about this and also a few notes of that-which-needs-improvement.
Firstly, the good stuff. Moving around and hanging out with others is as enjoyable as can be for me at this point in time, and I appreciate it loads! I didn't get such levels of interaction in a while and the variety, levels and depths in which they come call for this note of appreciation: Thank you, All, friends, family, former colleagues and house mates! A sizeable part of my wistfulness's now been quenched.
What's more, being a nomad [or should I have written 'The Nomad' instead?] rocks! At least for the vast majority of the time. It's getting as close as it gets to people's daily lives and their streams of discourse, to their essence and way of being, in an increasingly un-mediated manner [time-wise]: Gotta love it!

But there are drawbacks to this. Other than the obvious home-based comfort etcetera, some very specific one which I've experienced over the last couple of days.
That's the absurdity related to the RDS.Net's policy of not only restricting home users' access via their [paid!] home wired network connections' pass-wording and generally encoding [to what ado?] but also not supporting non-Windows non-Mac OSs via their support call centre - such as yours faithfully's Ubuntu. Excuse me?! Why freely push away potential customers when you might try attracting them? And why have such a restrictive policy to start with? If the home user is already paying for your service, shouldn't the said service be provided independently of the home user's OS?

FYI, this is not just a rant, it's a rant-with-a-context-and-a-ramification: RDS managed to ruin my weekend's plans. Boo! What's more, this did drive me to blankly starring at the telly for hours and I'm yet to be convinced that this is the better option. By consequent, all of the work-to-be-done during the weekend is now to be rescheduled - which will be [unwillingly?] pulling me out of the social bubble for awhile. Consider yourselves warned.

Happy 28th Birthday, Mr. T!

It's a wish I made out loud already, having in mind drinks and dance!


Having in mind contemplation, if you like..
Or just emptying out your thoughts, if that suits you better.
In one week, you'll be walking away.. and I'm afraid that this is wistfulness indeed. I'm no longer gutted though, so I take it I've progressed.