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I think it’s time for me to start tweeting. What makes a man want to marry someone old enough to be his (grand) mother? A British documentary about couples way outside each other’s age groups. Definitely worth watching. There is a Bulgarian imbecile called Petyo in the beginning of Part 2, there is no way not to be ashamed of. He distilled ages of human evolution in the following sentence (holding two apples in his hands): Via Milena F. The Spirit is a complete disappointment. Nothing can excuse such stupidity. Mr. Miller, your ability to make movies is an oxymoron. Read the review here. To avoid getting into movie abstinence, I logically turned toward series and oh, Mighty God of Entertainment - my prayers got a very particular answer, with the cute face of Anna Paquin in it. The other breeze of freshness came from Tim Roth, brilliant as ever, playing the character of micro-expressions specialist, helping the feds in investigations. The coolest part of the episodes is when our guys are explaining the emotion they’ve just captured on a suspect’s or witness’ face, backing it up in parallel with images of politicians with exactly the same guilt or shame expression on their faces too. This ranking is so cool, that I am directly copying it here from Ivgin’s blog (with his permission). ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ Origin Description Area of expertise Current status Notes Sorry, I wasn’t here because I wasn’t here. Meanwhile, some quick reporting. Spain is still gorgeous, warm and sunny. We were staying a bit outside Madrid, in Miraflores de la Sierra. 50 km. away from the capital, this small village in the mountain is simultaneously close enough and far enough from the vortex of the capital. There is a very special place there - the usual small town drinking place, with the usual wither furniture, napkins on the floor, gambling automates and of course 2+ fellow citizens, looking like they haven’t been home last 2 days. The hidden treasure in this place is a small restaurant on the back, in which Angel, the owner, is cooking for a selected clientèle. There is always a chair sitting in front of the entrance to this part of the hall, if you are not invited, or already a member of the club, you would never go there. Angel is an excellent Chef and a pedantic host. There isn’t any menu, Angel cooks whatever he feels like (he is cooking for his friends most of the time), but everything, every spring onion, every leaf of salad, every piece of meet comes from a special garden of farm. He makes no compromises with the quality of food. When you don’t finish your meal, Anjel will ask you what the reason for this is. If you continue disrespect his food, you will loose your membership privileges, forever. He won’t serve you again. This is the kind of restaurant, I would like to have one day. Serious attitude towards food preparation requires serious attitude towards eating. This is the second year we are visiting this place, and I believe we are very close to be able to go there alone and to actually get some food. We went to Spain not only to see our dear friends Pablo and Lidia, with who we did a marvellous 1 week motorcycle tour *Spain - Portugal - Spain* last summer, and who recently became Miguel’s happy parents. We also went for the promotion of iUnika Gyy. Being on the green wave, another extremely interesting green project, the Riversimple’s Hydrogen car. As described, the project have at last two issues, which I have no chance not to love:
I am happy to see how community model is invading more and more sectors, previously being seen explicitly as trade secret ones. Trivia: It is funny how much and with passion I am talking about “green” as in the sense of environment friendly, but in fact green and brown are the colours I really hate. The earth colours. Interesting. I am so impressed. In this comatose region, even the ants are retarded. Recently an ant colony tried to make friends and set the basic for discussion about sharing the apartment. After 2 - 3 days of dispute with varied success, the colony finally found the perfect hiding place…. in the dishwasher. This morning I performed a mass destruction. Or maybe it was a ritual suicide? I wonder what Darwin would say. There must be something in the water. The recent series of unfortunate events starring Jaunty and my computer brought at last one good thing: I had to find alternatives ways to entertain myself. Fortunately, I am pretty good at that. After playing some Beethoven sonatas, I decided to give up to melancholy and what would be more melancholic than old Soviet union movies? No sooner said than done - settled comfortably in front of YouTube, the journey through some the most brilliant Russian movies I’ve seen started. First stop - Табор уходит в небо (Queen of the Gypsies) based on one of the early Maxim Gorky’s stories, it is a beautiful story about the life of Moldovian gypsies. Svetlana Toma is gorgeous and the music is… the music only gypsies can make. See for yourself. Still on the wave of gypsy music and drama, I remembered another beautiful one - Жестокий романс (A Cruel romance/Ruthless). Based on Alexander Ostrovsky’s “A Dowerless Girl” play this movie is the first one for another Russian beauty - Larisa Guseyeva. That one should have been a blockbuster for its time - both the director and the actors were real stars in soviet Russia. Plus the soundtrack is unbelievable again - russian gypsy romances, here, and here. Staying on the same tune, next stop literally - Вокзал для двоих (A Railway Station for Two) funny, sad, desperate, this move is a true love story in the absurd of the soviet reality. The last stop of my journey - Утомленные солнцем (Burnt by the Sun) a wonderful story about the fragile line between friend and enemy in Stallin times. There is a brilliant and very sincere dialogue between the little Nadia and one of the KGB officers: Russian movies are probably not for every taste and I think, to be able to fully enjoy them, you should be from certain generation and geographic area. But it is worth a try. I wish I didn’t get panic attacks every time a software upgrade comes. It is time for Swiss chocolate. Recently I am receiving signals from the mother-ship and seriously considering to suspend watching horror movies for a while. Today I was about to kill the printer in a very painful way. I was just preparing a sandwich and my second cup of milk with coffee in the kitchen, when suddenly our printer started warming up. Our printer is a big, solid piece of machinery, that besides the printing, is contributing to the home ambient with noises, that could make a harvester from the times of the Warsaw pact to fall in love with it. It is a real cannonade of rattles, creaks and clatters. So naturally I ran to see what the hack was going on and why the stupid printer decided to become a zombie. And staying in front of it, with highly arched right eyebrow, waiting for the result of its efforts, I managed to think of: Armed with that life saving conclusion, I took the coming sheet. I wasn’t scared at all, just expected personalized greeting from the beyond. Well, it appears, my husband in Lisbon decided to get a train ticket from Zurich to Geneva, and of course he needed to safely print it at home. Oh, wonders of technology! Next time, try a love letter, honey. I really enjoy living with myself, adventures happen every day. The question is who would expect a personal message FROM the printer? Maybe I should check what does the local supermarket put in the coffee. Update: This is your printer. I recently read your blog entry about me, and have to say that I took offence with the way you describe my necessary stretching activity prior to serving your every needs for printing, scanning and faxing. It hurts my feelings that you suspect me capable of evil deeds, and if I had a heart, it would now be broken. *sniff* I think a husband, who’s adapting quickly to the game and is feeding my sick imagination is the best gift I can get from the universe. |
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