Love in techinicolor

It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
Baby now you do

Steve Jobs Stanford address

I am sure this will be reproduced all over the world, but it is worth it. Amazing man, amazing life.

Grey Autumn

Days are going by.
I work.

When I don't, I feel brain-dead. I don't want to talk. I have nothing interesting to say. I feel tired.

I shop a lot. The addiction returns.

Why are there so many addictions? Why are we so prone to them? You stop eating and then you start shopping. What the fuck?

Anyway, I digress. I am tired, I was saying.

But on Tuesdays, I am myself.

I stay at home. I read and prepare for next week's class. I wonder in the empty house and look out the windows. I talk to my plants. I dig out my old music. Like the Beth Rowley version of Nobody's fault but mine. That reminds me of Motherless child. That if I were romantic, I would ask to be played at my funeral.

I sit in the empty house, trying to get psyched to start working. And I open my ancient ibook, that has all this ancient music that reminds me of a different life and a different me. And I feel like a kid in a sweet-shop. I am by myself and I can put it as loud as I want and I can sing at the top of my lungs " if I should die, and my soul becomes lost, it's nobody's fault but mine".

And this makes me feel strangely happy.
And not tired.
And a bit myself again.

Music saves.
How many times have I said that already. But it's so true.

Some of us are lucky in life

Trying to buy a bit more time until blog-God throws me out and cancels my blog because I am not posting anything, I thought I would show you this. Enjoy :-)



I will post something (clever/nice/profound/funny/all of the above) soon.
I promise.

Hilarious...

The importance of being absurd

Almodovar, perhaps more than any other modern director, demands the ultimate suspension of disbelief from his audience. In order to get into his world, you must leave pretence, and expectation of any standard movie story-line aside. What you get in return is often magnificent. Perhaps "the skin I live in" is not his best movie, but the absurdity of the plot, makes it one of the most Almodovar-like in years.

Immortal lines encapsulate the Almodovar universe of "I can't believe what I am seeing":
From "All about my mother"'s
- I don't want this woman holding my grandchild!
- This woman is his father!
to so many more absurd storylines...

If one is asked to describe the story of Almodovar's movies, people might think you're joking:
Lonely male nurse rapes his comatose patient and brings her back to life; mother goes back to her hometown to find the transvestite she had a son with to tell him that their child has died, only to find he has impregnated a nun who is dieing of AIDS; brilliant surgeon kidnaps his daughter almost rapist, gives him a sex change, a new skin, and the face of his dead wife and embarks of an affair with him/her... If it wasn't ridiculous it would be tragic. Or the other way round.

That's the fine line of Almodovar's films: they are so absurd that they can either be construed as ridiculous, farcical or ultimately tragic, like I-killed-my-father-and-married-my-mother kind of tragedy.

Talk to her was a true tragedy that you couldn't leave the cinema without floods of tears streaming from your face.
In the skin I live in, the tragedy is not so evident. Perhaps because it is so beautiful, it cannot be so tragic. Still it has its moments.

Perhaps for hardcore Almodovar fans, this is not enough.
But maybe the beauty will convince you...

The obsession has started

I cannot work
I cannot think

This is all I think about

What can i do?