tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36088772011-04-21T14:52:15.886-07:00My Life As a DuckDiaries of a Quacker.Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comBlogger651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-867687362002-12-31T17:03:00.000-08:002003-03-30T16:31:44.000-08:00And thus the Big End commences
“ The creator seeks companions and fellow-reapers: for everything is ripe for the harvest with him. But he lacks the hundred sickles: so he plucks the ears of corn and is vexed.
And you, my first companion, rest in peace! I have buried you well in your hollow tree; I have hidden you well from the wolves.
But I leave you; the time has arrived. Between rosy dawn Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-862663342002-12-19T04:12:00.000-08:002002-12-19T04:21:58.000-08:00Just
How Are You Used To Read?
Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-855791322002-12-05T22:03:00.000-08:002002-12-19T04:21:29.000-08:00What
Would You Say If I Told You I Would Write Like This Thenafter?
Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-854003802002-12-02T15:16:00.000-08:002002-12-02T16:33:47.000-08:00Quotes
“Remember, remember always that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionaries.” --Franklin D. Roosevelt, before the Daughters of the American Revolution.
“Extremism means borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics,is a veiled longing for death.” --Milan Kundera.
“Loyalty... is a realization that America Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-852723622002-11-29T15:31:00.000-08:002002-11-29T15:33:58.000-08:00Quiescence versus Frustration
The mental picture of a perfect life I have always had in mind since very early in my childhood is tied very closely with quiescnece and tranquility: walking by a playground in an autumn afternoon, to go to, say, the library to read a book in the warming gleam of the setting sun; or the filling tone of a reposing music, again in the shadow of a dying day.
My inner Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-851952512002-11-27T20:38:00.000-08:002002-12-02T15:15:00.000-08:00Degree in English
All the authors interviewed with in the notebook seem to have done a degree in English or something like that. Only one of them, Esta Spalding, has done a B.A. in biology (premed) and then an M.A. in English.
So, is that a must?Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-849639612002-11-23T01:40:00.000-08:002002-11-23T01:45:04.000-08:00Rain
I have started to cope with Vancouver's style of weather, after all!
The first year it was kind of interesting to get so much more rain than what I was used to. You know, I have grown up on the crest of a mountain, on the side where it descends to two big deserts, though far away. So, rain was always considered a happy incident, especially in the last couple of years when a drought had Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-848609662002-11-21T00:56:00.000-08:002002-11-21T01:11:34.000-08:00Canada's Poet!
A flowing poem by Canada's first parliamentary poet laureate, George Bowering:
Van, Can
Sometimes in mid-April we fill our hot-tubs
with Perrier water, we are so pacific, west
coasting through spring, casting not a thought
to our poor cousins in Toronto, slogging
through dirty snow to their cute restaurants
with nifty names. Casting not a thought
but delivering an image if we Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-846070052002-11-15T20:05:00.000-08:002002-11-15T20:05:21.986-08:00Accidental Rhythms
-It's so cold here!
-I don't know about that.
-How come?
-Because I'm isolated from the world. I'm isolated since I don't know about the cold.Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-844062842002-11-11T23:14:00.000-08:002003-03-11T18:56:01.000-08:00Childhood
Eversince I came to Canada, I have been wondering about the ways people from different parts of the world identify or differ with each other. It has occured many times when talking with friends and peers, that some people talked about a common childhood experience, such as a book or a cartoon series, and I had nothing to say, so stood just outside an invisible line, which grouped and Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-844061562002-11-11T23:10:00.000-08:002002-11-11T23:10:55.680-08:00Not Exactly vs. TV
Not exactly a prompt link to a friend's post, although never late for the content!Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-841548202002-11-06T20:42:00.000-08:002002-11-06T21:01:52.000-08:00Heaven
Heaven is a very smooth continuation of the late Krzysztof Kieslowski's works. Originally written by him and Krzysztof Piesiewicz and directed by Tom Tykwer (Run Lola Run), Heaven explores a most spontaneous and riveting of relationships in an emotionally overloaded situation. The story is attractive and suspending, yet slow-paced and contemplating, somewhat close to Kieslowski's Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-837785752002-10-30T09:27:00.000-08:002002-11-06T21:12:20.000-08:00Bollywood/Hollywood
We finally saw Deepa Mehta's newest movie, Bollywood/Hollywood which we couldn't make to in the festival. An elegant and clever mix of a hollywood (western) story happening in Toronto, within an indian family, and Bollywood film features, such as exaggerated dance scenes, the movie manages to satisfy the audiance with every scene, even through the closing credits.Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-835165212002-10-25T08:55:00.000-07:002002-10-30T09:18:47.000-08:00The Dog and the Owner
Sometimes when walking around the house, to go to the station or to do shopping or rarely to just walk, I see people who are walking their dogs. I look at the dog, the owner and most of the times I'm amazed to see how much more intereting the dog is. Sometimes we throw a half-uttered "hi" to each other and rarely a half-joking comment about the weather, usually with a Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-833941412002-10-23T00:16:00.000-07:002002-10-23T00:17:02.000-07:00Never Do!
Never sit at the computer right after you get home with your friend!
Never tell your friend not to sit in a chair because you want to sit in it later!
Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-832564972002-10-20T10:34:00.000-07:002002-10-20T11:14:15.000-07:00Aïda
Last night, Koala and I saw the Vancouver Opera's production of Giuseppe Verdi's Aïda. Performance was good, the lead Soprano singer fabulous, and staging adequately well-done for a piece of this sort which mingles the garndeur of a war time and the delicate passages of individual emotion.
Now, there is something about the “opera” in general that has always troubled me:
The story has Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-830228112002-10-15T10:41:00.000-07:002002-10-20T10:23:15.000-07:00Where Are We From?
-“Um, I'm from Iran.”
-“Oh, you mean the city. The capital, Tehran.”
-“Yes, I'm an international student.”
-“Of course, I've done my paperwork. I'm on a student permit.”
...
When written this way, isolated from the environment (a birthday party) and the manner in which the questions were being asked (pretty polite) and the person who was asking them (boyfriend of a persian Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-830216982002-10-15T10:12:00.000-07:002002-10-15T10:17:14.000-07:00Whatever Happened to the Schedule?
Oh yeah, schedule. The sleeping schedule. Well, this is what happened:
I managed to keet it up for 72 hours. The first day, I simply didn't sleep because I had too much to do, and I wasn't sure yet how I wanted to do it. Then at midnight I slept for three hours from 12am to 3am. I wrote about it then. I was supposed to sleep again at 9:30am and then at 5:30pm Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-828897062002-10-12T10:30:00.000-07:002002-10-12T18:39:43.000-07:00Festival Rolling X
Irreversible by Gaspar Noë.
A reverse chronological, graphic and shocking story of a girl's deadly rape and her boyfriend's persuit of revenge all in one dark night. When the director adds to this horrible story shaky, spinning camera shots and time-to-time dazzlingly direct light of whatever light sources he finds at the scenes, the movie easliy surpasses the border of the Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-828895242002-10-12T10:25:00.000-07:002002-10-12T16:58:15.000-07:00Festival Rolling IX
The Trials of Henry Kissinger by Eugene Jarecki.
The movie explores the question "Is Henry Kissinger a war criminal?" and in doing so studies three cases of mass killing of inncent civilians of which Henry Kissinger could more or less directly be accused: Cambodian war initiated, against the US constitution, in Nixon's presidency under Kissinger's direct advice which Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-827352422002-10-09T04:53:00.000-07:002002-10-09T05:12:26.000-07:00Breakthrough Sleeping Schedule!
Having the possibility of a new sleeping schedule in mind and then again being reminded of it by Trevor Hill I decided to make an experiment parallel to that of Trevor's: Sleeping 3-or-4 times a day, each time only 1.5 hours. I have read or so recollect that 1.5 hours is the natural time needed for a complete sleep cycle, hence the portions' length.
But to get Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-827349622002-10-09T04:41:00.000-07:002002-10-12T16:11:17.000-07:00Festival Rolling VIII
Long Life, Happiness and Prosperity by Mina Shum.
I'll write about this soon! Okay, here it goes:
An optimistic movie about the relationships and the connected mesh of the human society. Mina Shum tells 3 parallel stories, with a touch of surrealism and symbolism of the kind found in Amélie. The direction and the story both have an air of grace which suits the kind of Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-826064302002-10-06T14:30:00.000-07:002002-10-09T04:39:14.000-07:00Festival Rolling VII
Kedma by Amos Gitaï.
A patient, slow-paced retrospect of the roots of the state of Israel in 1948, Amos Gitaï chooses the arrival of a group of immigrants on a ship named Kedma (meaning ‘toward the east’) , and their first few hours in the prmised land of Palestine to contemplate in vivid, honest images his country's history. The pace is deliberately slow so much that the Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-825502092002-10-05T00:10:00.000-07:002002-10-05T00:20:36.000-07:00Minor Disappointment
It was there,
charming, calm, virtual.
It was rolling
in prosaic oblivion
unaware of my existance.
It was calling
for trying my chances,
for putting a step forward.
Words came out of my fingers,
bearing a statuesque desire.
They folded, molded, shrieked
into layers, wires, voices.
Connections were made
in their swirling
one after another.
An image was formed
shining my faceCyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-825010282002-10-03T21:23:00.000-07:002002-10-07T23:33:53.000-07:00Festival Rolling VI
Blind Spot. Hitler's Secretary by André Heller, Othmar Schmiderer.
A unique 90-minute interview with the 81-year-old former secretary of Hitler (from 1943 to 1945) in her last living year, this documentary opens up an opportunity to view that horrible era from inside the locus of the infamous Führer itself. This is the only and last time Traudle Junge tells her stroy, afterCyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-825004152002-10-03T21:07:00.000-07:002002-10-07T23:34:12.000-07:00Festival Rolling V
Walking on Water by Tony Ayres.
A window into the grief of friends' and relatives' loss of a loved one to a crawling illness, one that successfully avoids the conventional look at the glorious pasts with the usual sensational gloss, remaining far from any sentimentalism. It's a straight and far-reaching investigation of human reactions and his/her defensive, unconscious Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-823551252002-10-01T00:50:00.000-07:002002-10-07T23:34:34.000-07:00Festival Rolling IV
Nothing More by Juan Carlos Cremata Malberti.
The movie evolves around a girl who stamps letters at a post office and her growing habbit, to get around the boring job, of fixing letters! She does not just fix the letters but she replaces them with some real literary pieces. The movie is abound with unusual tricks from silent-movie era to free animation handling of the Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-823057302002-09-30T02:16:00.000-07:002002-10-07T23:46:26.000-07:00Festival Rolling III
Autumn Spring by Vladimír Michálek.
Winner: " title="Czech Lion 2001 prizes">Best Film, Director, Actor and Actress, Czech Lion 2001.
A light-hearted comedy that, along with its main character, a 70-some-year-old man who is continuously making practical jokes, escapes death by getting out the fun and silliness of life, set for the dreams never to come true. But if the Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-822654262002-09-29T01:49:00.000-07:002002-10-07T23:36:19.000-07:00Festival Rolling II
Watching three movies in a row was a little breathtaking! One has to have a well-balanced plan of renewing one's breath in between movies.
19 Months by Randall Cole.
A fake documentry on the course of the lives of a couple who decide to break up gradually when they enter the 19th month of their relationship, it being the expiry date of the romantic love announced by a Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-822292052002-09-28T01:32:00.000-07:002002-10-07T23:37:06.000-07:00Festival Rolling I
Our Times by Rakhshan Bani-Etemad.
A great documentary, picturing the atmosphere as well as the feeling of being a youngster in Iran, now, where 2/3 of the population are the youth under 20-some years of age. Starting with the 2nd presedential election as the main theme to be recurred throughout the film, the director goes around talking with some of the 48 female candidatesCyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-821535202002-09-26T10:26:00.000-07:002002-09-26T10:29:03.000-07:00Film Festival
I'm going to see quite a few films of Vancouver International Film Festivals. About 18 in two weeks. The festival starts today with an opening Gala, eight women, which also opens in a theatre, Fifth Avenue, tomorrow. How absurd! Who is going to pay $25 for it then?
Huh! Hopefully I will have some new entries for the list of the movies I'v liked!Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-820234892002-09-23T19:05:00.000-07:002002-09-24T01:33:06.000-07:00Edge
I couldn't contain
my lavishly pleased senses,
walking my usual path
at an unusual time,
succumbing my face to the gentle touch
of the afternoon breeze
of the falling season.
Fall it is called, but it's only
the rise of maturity
in the repeated cycle of years,
growing out of
the blossoming adolescence of springtime and
the fiery youth of summer.
Beneath the warm ashes of
the reluctantly Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-815930662002-09-14T06:09:00.000-07:002002-09-14T06:14:42.000-07:00Differences
Yes, there are similarities but so many differences too. Freedom is only one, which I couldn't help mentioning even in the rush of unbearable feelings of similarities. I couldn't know about the US in fact, but here in the upper band of Northwest America, I see: tolerance, prudence, collective reason, hard-work and contructive look to the life to name just a few. Talk about Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-814219642002-09-10T14:26:00.000-07:002002-09-10T15:23:06.000-07:00Similarities
Ever since I saw, for the first time, G.W. Bush giving a speech on TV, this striking idea has been growing in me how similar he acts and speaks to the one very man who sits in the absolute opposite to whatever he could say in the political arena: Ayatollah Khamenei, the Supreme Leader of I.R. of Iran. The political enmities of these two personae aside, I cannot help seeing all theirCyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-812347472002-09-06T06:36:00.000-07:002002-09-06T22:53:54.000-07:00Back to Normal
After a self-destructive struggle with the blogging rush which resulted in the Duck's blogging principles, I'm getting back to normal. Now I feel quite at ease with the concept and feel it has found its right place in my life. So, I'm going to go one step closer to the norm: I'll resume the commenting option below the posts as a regular hereafter.
The trigger for the blogging Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-812236202002-09-05T22:15:00.000-07:002002-09-07T15:21:51.000-07:00Free
Finally, the last of the modules I was editting is done. And it will be the last one ever. I can't take it any more, sitting at my desk, totallly uninterested in all the pages that rest in front of me, counting the remaining ones, instead of reviewing the ones I have already editted for a less erronous completed job. All that ends here. Now, I'm free to shape my days at my own will. Well, Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-812023442002-09-05T13:09:00.000-07:002002-09-05T13:27:08.000-07:00Blue Velvet
We saw, Blue Velvet, a movie by David Lynch. A strong, photographic and funny account of the unforeseen capabilities of human being in pushing the limits of his/her experience, through a detective story. The cast is brilliant, and the scenes are strong. The style is neat. The cut is witty and clever. And the content? The content is controversial, at the least. Many liked the movie, Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-810969322002-09-03T10:12:00.000-07:002002-09-03T10:18:56.000-07:00Learning English by Negation
Today I found a collection of words -of accidental wits and wisdom- which could be very helpful for learning English, at some advanced level. The collection is called “The Complete Bushism” and to improve one's English through it, one must apply a negation method: whatever word or expression seems suspicious or is not familiar, exactly that, one should not use in Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-808628152002-08-29T01:46:00.000-07:002002-08-30T11:06:05.000-07:00Dream
I dreamt of an absolutely fantastic dream last night. I was on a kind of spaceship. It was like a miniature planet, and we were a bunch of people rushing into the unknown space, as it seemed, in a quest for new lands or an inhabitable planet. There was a pecular reason why we could navigate the space at such an incredibly high speed, and it was that they had cut out an ablong piece of the Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-807894452002-08-27T12:55:00.000-07:002002-08-27T13:08:53.000-07:00Poverty
Poverty strikes back! I stopped using one of my credit cards, for the fearful prospect of not being able to pay it off soon. I had heard all this stories about evil credit cards that leash human souls and suck up their last drops of financial freedom but wouldn't believe that could just happen without the prior negligence of the poor soul who ended up there. That is true, in fact, I Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-807888772002-08-27T12:42:00.000-07:002002-08-27T12:42:28.436-07:00Last One?
Yet another editting job, and time, like always, is running out. Would this be my last desperate and unwilling undertaking? I wish it would!Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-806467132002-08-23T23:12:00.000-07:002002-08-30T11:06:38.000-07:00Stream of Thoughts along a Downtown Sidewalk
Predecessor: I'm sitting at a Starbucks café -no, I'm not a regular!- sipping a cheap light coffee and biting on a banana loaf. A forlorn, homeless woman is trying to persuade people to read a piece of paper and do her a favour -why did she have so many? She does not talk, maybe dumb? She makes some intense gestures at a passer-by, after being Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-806304752002-08-23T14:32:00.000-07:002002-08-24T15:17:37.000-07:00Noise to Signal Ratio
Each time I turn on the TV or tune to some random radio station (not the few ones whose contents I have already assessed and approved of!) I hear a blue streak of baloney about everything from sexual relationships to terrorism. I'm not a cynic normally, but can't bear loud, pretentious, narrow-minded accounts of the matters either.
Sometimes I wonder how could one ever Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-805507352002-08-21T20:03:00.000-07:002002-08-21T20:10:20.000-07:00Passion
Mix all the things you find yourself passionate about with the one thing you have chosen (or will choose) to be with for a time of order of a lifetime -it could be your profession or your partner for that matter. If you find yourslef unable to fulfill this simple prerequisite of feeling content, you have to change your mind about that thing being 'the' one, or will have no right to Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-804569422002-08-19T19:45:00.000-07:002002-08-26T23:55:21.000-07:00Speech Errors
An interesting problem in linguistics is the structure of the word library or the lexicon of a speaker. It's especially difficult to figure out this structure since there is not much data about it. A possibly relevant data is the errors (native) speakers make while speaking, like switching two words in a sentence or linking together two lexically related words into another word. Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-804370802002-08-19T10:54:00.000-07:002002-08-19T10:54:12.900-07:00Happy Birthday Duck!Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-801583932002-08-12T15:58:00.000-07:002002-08-13T22:11:06.000-07:00Bending Trees
On sunny days, if a gentle breeze passes by, I get a wonderful view through our window: tall poplar trees, bending -almost dancing, with their leaves trembling in the breeze. Sometimes I put on a music, say a Bach piano piece (now: Goldberg Variations), and look through the window at the amazing random synchronizations of the trees, branches and leaves, with my inner-house music! Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-801574782002-08-12T15:29:00.000-07:002002-08-12T16:14:02.000-07:00Voice of Voices
After some struggle among different options, now I feel I know what kind of voice and tone I am going to use here in my weblog. Hm, sounds like I'm trying to creat a literary work! Why should I have these struggles otherwise?!
Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-799976392002-08-08T14:08:00.000-07:002002-08-13T21:43:44.000-07:00Second Thought
On a second thought about my ducky statement of Blogging Principles, I feel it all derived from a negative reaction to blogging becoming just a generalized form of e-mail. In fact, I had seen many weblogs that were nothing but a web form of mass e-mails, and the fear of my own being or becoming like them, made me think of some preventing measures. There are many counter-examples Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-798381292002-08-05T01:39:00.000-07:002002-08-05T01:58:39.000-07:00Contemplations on a Cloud
It's so beautiful,
yet so sad,
the hues of gray blue,
on the rash-swollen skin
of a ready-to-water cloud.
Is the cloud unhappy
-I always wonder-
about its transitional existence, or
about its limited extension,
which helplessly leaves the horizon open and bright,
or perhaps
with the people's attitude to its kind?
I am, but, always grateful
for the texturedCyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-797650642002-08-02T22:57:00.000-07:002003-06-28T14:14:41.230-07:00Duck's 5 Principles of Blogging And a Corollary
Blogging, if shapeless and without principles, could be troublesome in various ways. I won't go into naming those troubles, conforming to the Duck's Blogging Principle No. 2.
Noting thus, I will write down, for my own recollection, Duck's Blogging Principles as follows:
1. Duck's Blog is defined as a set of personal notes, which, for various Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-796499552002-07-31T11:00:00.000-07:002002-08-03T00:37:53.000-07:00Seeing 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. WhenCyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-795795122002-07-29T21:00:00.000-07:002002-07-29T21:02:39.000-07:00It'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 Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-792623682002-07-22T10:03:00.000-07:002002-07-24T14:45:04.000-07:00Last 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 ofCyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-792304652002-07-21T15:06:00.000-07:002002-07-24T13:46:16.000-07:00Here it goes: Google! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: Persian/English, Canada, Vancouver, Duck, Male, 21-25!Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-791845102002-07-20T03:04:00.000-07:002002-08-03T00:34:57.000-07:00Je 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 Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-791698792002-07-19T16:49:00.000-07:002002-07-26T02:16:18.000-07:00Editting?! 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 ....Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-790564622002-07-17T01:08:00.000-07:002002-07-26T04:43:26.000-07:00Today, 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 Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-789289412002-07-14T00:17:00.000-07:002002-08-03T00:30:27.000-07:00Why 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 Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-787183442002-07-08T22:11:00.000-07:002002-08-03T00:30:46.000-07:00Aujourd'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 Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-787069692002-07-08T17:14:00.000-07:002002-07-26T02:17:51.000-07:00Huh! It's finally submitted: spin densities win! Now what? I have to get on with another one ...Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-785777482002-07-04T23:38:00.000-07:002002-07-18T14:34:09.000-07:00A 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 ... Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-784301692002-07-01T12:46:00.000-07:002002-07-01T12:47:13.000-07:00Oquack! I saw myself, not in the mirror. It looks nicer now!Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-784106972002-07-01T01:16:00.000-07:002002-07-18T14:44:30.000-07:00I want to see myself! Not in the mirror ...Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608877.post-784104002002-07-01T01:00:00.000-07:002002-07-01T01:00:51.226-07:00It's phenomenal! I mean, being published. Has any other duck done that before? I have to look at the ducky archives.Cyrus Ferdowsinoreply@blogger.com