Seeing Thirteen Conversations About One Thing was a great pleasure: I like the movies that seem to go slow but never bore one, that seem to be talking most of the time but keep one focused till the end and even after, that intertwine conversations and music in such a way that one feels the music is part of the conversations as well, and not just a topping to give a glossy look to the scene. When the movie ended Koala asked for the rest. Though we knew there could be no true end to what we were seeing, but it was so absorbing we couldn't accept we had to continue it ourselves. I had two feelings along the movie: First, I felt I was reading a book in fact, with the same absorption and concentration and silence; and second, I was feeling the music, by Alex Wurman, was just like the one you would like to listen to while reading a book, except that it was being played at exactly the right times to be itself part of the book.

It's a long time I haven't written my weblog: Bored with the infamous editting, with all my energy squizzed out and my time management screwed up, I could do no such thing as writing meaningful weblogs. I got to the finish line yesterday, crawling on my elbows. Now, I'm in an agitated state of mind; I can't concentrate on what I want to do and that means the very backbone of my time management efforts, i.e. an efficient decision making, is broken! I have to eat!!

Last night, when giving a ride to a friend on our way back home, the car beside us, occupied with 4 frightening skin-heads, one of whom was looking investigatively at us at the last lights, hit a poor raccoon and sped off. Koala had seen the poor animal from far away, and we stopped right in front of the injured animal. Another car also stopped in the other lane. Poor raccoon perished in front of our unbelieving eyes. Koala was so desparate. She got out of the car and was trying to detour the coming cars, not to run over the poor animal, while repeating "What can I do?" It was a terrible, terrible scene. There was nothing we could do. We tried to call some animal emergency center but the city had opted out, and when I got off the car to bring Koala back, I saw probably the last breath of the poor ex-living being who had fallen a victim to the ignorance of a group of human-beings in their cold, fast, metal wheels. Koala wept all the way to home, and Duck was wondering how fragile the life is.

Here it goes: Google! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: Persian/English, Canada, Vancouver, Duck, Male, 21-25!

Je viens de voir Code Inconnu, un film du directeur autrichien, Michael Haneke, qui a créé La Pianiste l'anée dernière.
Je n'aimais pas La Pianiste. Je l'ai trouvé trop beaucoup inquiétant, trop masochist pour être supporté, malgré le bon style cinématographique et les jeus forts de l'actrice et l'acteur.
Mais Code Inconnu, un mélange extraodinaire des images immobiles, les coups longs pas interrompus et les histoires paralléles de quatre groups de gens, est bien aimable! Après la séance, on a parlé de différents parts de film, esseyant de ressembler les morceux dispersès du puzzle visuel que nous avions vu.
Alors, j'encourage à voir Code Inconnu, mais pas La Pianiste à moins qu'on veut voir un examen vraiment inquiétant des coins noirs d'être humain.

Editting?! It sucks! Especially for a duck like me. Unless the duck's motivated by an ambitious prospect which at the same time satisfies some deep level of selfishness! But clearly I can't resolve such a prospect for this editing job, although it seemed to have the potential in the beginning. So, now I'm just making some money ....

Today, I discovered I could quack into the microphone and my computer would write it down, just like a typist. This is one of the features included in the new MS Office XP. It was such an exitement for a duck, that I spent the rest of the day in front of the computer quacking into the mic, and getting the feeling that computers are getting really close to the limits (or maybe already past) of a real intelligence.

In fact, this is very sentence is written by my computer as I dictated it . It is unbelievable . There is only one mistake in here . All the punctuation are also dictated (even this one!) without using hands .

Why should one put an old stroy, an old novel, a piece, into modern settings?

I just saw The Great Expectations by Alfonso Curaón. I am hesitant to accept the idea of remaking a classic work using modern-day settings. It seems to have some advantages, I have to admit, such as a better potential to connect to the audiance, but it has its drawbacks as well: I feel kind of cheated by the scenes I see, because at each moment I hear a voice (maybe the original classic artist's!) say: "they took it away! They took all I had away from me!" I didn't enjoy the new Romeo and Julliette for instance. It sounded too fake for what I was used to from the old theatrical settings of the original piece.
But, there is one thing that I did greatly enjoy in the film of Curaón, and that was the great paintings the boy was supposedly creating. They are fabulous and the work of Fracesco Clemente. So, all in all, I did like this modern-day remake of Charles Dickens' The Great Expectations, but I still wonder why one should ...

Here: Don't forget to look at his paintings in Curaón's Great Expectations.

And I got to get my lazy ass on the chair and finish this editing job. Why should one ever ...? -Money!

Aujourd'hui j'ai perdu complétement le temps. Peut-être pas complétement: j'ai soumis nôtre article (enfin) certainement et j'ai regardé beaucoup, très beaucoup de mes videos français. Ça, c'est très utile bien sûre, mais, malgré tout, je me sens trop inutile. Je n'ai pas fait ce que je devais faire alors: faire de la physique. Je me sens très dérangé, sans ordre, sans un plan régulier et stable d'études et du travail. C'est une chose qui peut imposer des problèmes serieux à moi et ma carrière. C'etais toujours une question extrêmement importante comment d'éviter ceux moments-ci, les moments quand je ne trouve absolutement pas de seule goutte d'énergie pour commencer la journée ou la continuer. Est-qu'il y a une certaine méthode clinique pour les éviter, un moyen inteligent pour surmonter le puits immense émotif qui est là et mèmpêche de faire n'import quoi? Il faut y avoir quelque chose!

Huh! It's finally submitted: spin densities win! Now what? I have to get on with another one ...

A ragged week! It's shaking and shivering at the last moments, hesitating to finally give way to a much-wanted weekend. Shapes, so complicatedly nested and intertwined, it would be impossible to follow their lines even if they were seen in reality, hover around in my confused, tired mind ...

Oquack! I saw myself, not in the mirror. It looks nicer now!

I want to see myself! Not in the mirror ...

It's phenomenal! I mean, being published. Has any other duck done that before? I have to look at the ducky archives.