Thursday, March 29, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
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And then the event of the weekend had to be the talk by S V Srinivas, Fellow at the Centre for the Study of Culture and Society, Bangalore. His subject: Moments of Irrationality and the Willing Spectator:
An argument about Popular Cinema as a Political Form. It's always such a pleasure to listent to slick, informed, cogent, rational speakers. In total awe of the erudition, composure, gravitas and absolute flair.
An argument about Popular Cinema as a Political Form. It's always such a pleasure to listent to slick, informed, cogent, rational speakers. In total awe of the erudition, composure, gravitas and absolute flair.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Walk alone
While others sold out, this Chinese woman has kept her house defying repeated calls from authorities to concede. well.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Justice AR Lakshmanan restores faith
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
- Passing away of Baudrillard of hyperrealism
- The Bugatti Veyron 16.4 - sorry but considering i'm an open-minded slut for product design, it's not surprising my socialist spirit appreciates even unfortunate captalistic trophies. It's not really the idealblowing W16 engine (which is 2 V8s sharing the same crankshaft). Just the contours; it's handcrafted, and only 300 produced that were handed out selectively. It spun out a bit on its debut run and some talk of uncool bay overheating. But that's about all dressed up and nowhere to go - what to do with the ambition? How babies want to put things in their mouth most of their waking time is how i felt when i saw this thing. O and the BV came to my attention with this news of a crash that thankfully injured noone.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Niven Govinden and how the Cauvery tribunal got me peace
I was just wondering if Sheba's in some way related to Jeet?
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In other news, here's a story on: How the Cauvery tribunal ruling saved me money. It saved me money and even got me peace of mind. I live in an enriching neighbourhood peopled largely by racuous families on-the-make. The Cauvery tribunal ruling worked to silence them all. It's not the knowledge of the ruling itself, but how the area's cable-operator chose to retaliate. Most of the city's cable-operators have pushed a couple of buttons or dragged down some sliders, effectively blacking out all tamil channels or at least the noisiest and most-watched. And then I was witness to an unbidden but welcome live case-study on how the noise-making capacities of the folkes of my neighbourhood was really driven by the media. Not only were their space-age tv's subwoofers silenced (because they believe in theirthing or nothing), but they were even speaking more kindly, with a retiring humanness they were never known to have. All the peace meant, I could get a lot of work done in my own gaza strip room. That's money saved. and peace everywhere for some time. Now ... how to silence a mucky bollywooded neighborhood?
Thursday, March 01, 2007
aaaaaaaAaaaaaaaa
1.Considering I consider few things sacred, I never really know how I'm going to react when the one thing (for the time atleast) is pilloried and wanked around even in writing. And that's what Clive James did with the memory of Bruce Lee, something of a guru to me. But I really enjoyed his mischeivous class rant and really did. Sometimes you know when someone has had damn good fun writing something. And I say, you either write with a chronic erection or a lethal depression, or you know, just spare ppl your writing. It shows; that's what happenend. Boisteriously biased, judgemental, rude and packed with indisputable axioms - i loved it and laughed before I could even think. Then later in the day, another one of his pieces, on Brazil, the useful satire witnessed in the background of an orgy months back. His bio quite a thing too. nice boy. tear me up anyday.
2.guess what i did?
2.guess what i did?
3.I'm reading excited reviews of the latest production of schaeffer's equus, radcliffe's rite of passage stage deb. the hype's got me for many reasons. because some hype gets me, one. then, the steel wire horse mask used by the actor Will Kemp who carries around radcliffe for a long while. then the plot, not just for the circuit but really the theme. a stable boy gets horsey with his horses and gouges their eyes in a euphoric dance. Then the inevitable psychiatric treatment. I'm excited that radcliffe really looks like he's climaxing in many scenes, but what fixes me is why every review's panning the relevance and worth of schaeffer's proposed premises. o well - the establishment knows best. and in one case we have intellectually propriety defended by an eddmirrably pedigreed charles spencer of the daily mail.I also wonder how radcliffe's going to sustain his show till June, 8 times a week!Also, entirely coincidentally, slogan goes and put up this pic of a down-at-heel local horse. although i cannot entirely appreciate slogan for not respecting her privacy, at least he let the hidden face be. I'm only thinking this horse is still overcome with the shame of knowing what the sight of his reduced state will mean to her parents. rubbish at her feet. succour is the wall.
4.I'm in talks with some ppl on viewer/reader expectations in film/writing. just local crowd local film even ok. we decided even in accessible and less stultified supplemet writing, everyone's playing it safe. like they never want to spoil their prospects of bedding even the stray someone. The promiscuity has made the intellectual city the cave it has become. You see a bad job, call it a bad job, rallying all the facts and summoning no fallacious arguments. So, we've banded to form the razor tongue brigade. almost nothing is sacred. more disrespect please.
5.Now check this out: Forbidden love of brother and sister