One of my favorite movies of all-time is Midnight in Paris. Just the reality that Enest Hemingway, Slavador Dali, Pablo Picasso, The Fitzgeralds and countless others were neighbors is downright ridiculous. I love the film mostly because of Owen Wilson's character, the typical man who feels lost in life and wishes they could live in another time where stress is less and life is more. Yet, in the end (like all of us do) he figures out that everyone wishes they lived in another time where they believe the stresses of life were nonexistent. But, life is just like that. You wish someone would give you some expertise before every decision you must make, but sometimes everyone's opinions is not enough. But, just once I wish I could travel back in time, without changing any of the present, and see what it was like to live in the 50s. When cars were loud and seat-belts were optional, and when every man could drink all day and party all night without the cops interfering. I would go honestly have the time of my life, and enjoy what the saying "work hard, play hard" actually means. Just as a not though, I wouldn't want to go to a bar or college fraternity hangouts, but the places where men gather to converse about rock and roll.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Midnight in the 50s
One of my favorite movies of all-time is Midnight in Paris. Just the reality that Enest Hemingway, Slavador Dali, Pablo Picasso, The Fitzgeralds and countless others were neighbors is downright ridiculous. I love the film mostly because of Owen Wilson's character, the typical man who feels lost in life and wishes they could live in another time where stress is less and life is more. Yet, in the end (like all of us do) he figures out that everyone wishes they lived in another time where they believe the stresses of life were nonexistent. But, life is just like that. You wish someone would give you some expertise before every decision you must make, but sometimes everyone's opinions is not enough. But, just once I wish I could travel back in time, without changing any of the present, and see what it was like to live in the 50s. When cars were loud and seat-belts were optional, and when every man could drink all day and party all night without the cops interfering. I would go honestly have the time of my life, and enjoy what the saying "work hard, play hard" actually means. Just as a not though, I wouldn't want to go to a bar or college fraternity hangouts, but the places where men gather to converse about rock and roll.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Gone Till November
Yesterday I went to the Books&Books presentation of Wyclef at Wolfson. Honestly, I went in thinking Wyclef Jean was the typical, arrogant musician. However, I was pleasantly surprised. Besides the fact that he is a master storyteller, he is also a very honest and energetic man. Throughout the interview he would act out scenes of his childhood and even did impressions of his Haitian parents. Besides being a great guy he was also the most encouraging presence. A celebrity that makes sure that everyone knows that hard work ends up getting you somewhere, and that any idea can be a breakthrough idea. More than anything, his goal was to inspire others to pursue their goals in the way they please. His involvement on Haitian politics was just an example he said, that any one of us can do the same for our country, city, even neighborhood. Now it may seem that I am partial to Wycelf, and I am. But, this is only after I heard him play. As a fellow guitarist, I am very critical of anyone who decides to exhibit this not so rare talent in public. yet, I couldn't pick at Mr. Jean's playing ability because he played too well. So well that I felt connected with his words, his preaching better said. From political awareness and social revolution, Wyclef knows how to express any feeling with his guitar and voice better than any man.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Be the Spirit in the Sky
The other day on NPR I heard a writer talking about one of his most recent novels and articles. He focused on the human perspective of light, the sun, clouds and other natural elements. He had extensive research on each of these subjects and was answering questions from callers. In his response of one of these questions, he gave an anecdote of a recent conversation with his wife on the subject of the sky. They had spent hours looking at the sky and analyzing all the different colors of the sky, and then spent the same amount of time trying to find out why people say the sky is blue. In doing this, I found a similarity in one's perception of the sky and of others. Like the sky, every human is a complex combinations of emotions and thoughts; and like the sky we can sometimes describe someone with one word. In doing this, we lose the ability to find what is unique about this person. Whether you think this is because we have loss individuality because of the internet or social media, or some other reason is irrelevant. The fact is it is becoming ever-more difficult to have a lasting impression on someone. So, we should all take this too heart, because no one ever just wants to be know as just blue.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Poetry of Science
09/25/2012
In the science community, a well-written essay does not consist of the artistic manipulation of language. This is why science articles are boring. A writer's skill in evaluating a topic, and simultaneously creating a pleasant read, with images that transcend the barrier from paper to reality is what defines a great writer from a mediocre one. However, scientists have deemed themselves too scholarly to vary, even slightly, from the norm of a vocabulary of science terms and opinions. But, they are not. In this I mean that scholastic individuals pride themselves on extensive vocabulary, and so do writers. Scholars boats of the skill of understanding the most convoluted subjects and explaining simply, just as poets do. In short, I hope, nay, I plead scientist to not view art or poetry as a distant cousin of science; but, instead view it as their artsy twin brother.
In the science community, a well-written essay does not consist of the artistic manipulation of language. This is why science articles are boring. A writer's skill in evaluating a topic, and simultaneously creating a pleasant read, with images that transcend the barrier from paper to reality is what defines a great writer from a mediocre one. However, scientists have deemed themselves too scholarly to vary, even slightly, from the norm of a vocabulary of science terms and opinions. But, they are not. In this I mean that scholastic individuals pride themselves on extensive vocabulary, and so do writers. Scholars boats of the skill of understanding the most convoluted subjects and explaining simply, just as poets do. In short, I hope, nay, I plead scientist to not view art or poetry as a distant cousin of science; but, instead view it as their artsy twin brother.
Monday, September 24, 2012
The Black Keys: Original Please
One of my favorite bands, is possibly ruined. The greatest comeback of rock music, may be defamed. These were my feelings when I heard that the band The Black Keys was given a huge record contract and was playing at huge venues. Of course, I was also happy the the once garageband had now made it big enough to sell-out Madison Square Garden in minutes. However, this happiness was bitter-sweet in lieu of the greater picture. I love finding bands online that have a strong, small support. It makes every song feel more personal, and every lyric more poetic. Once these bands get discovered and mass produced, they usually lose this personal sound. They are given effects and new looks to increase the image of the band. In the end, what once was a nerdy duo with mohawks and too much guitar effects ends up as mainstream and gelled-up as Justin Bieber.
So, I pray. pray to God, Allah, Muhammad and the Rock Gods themselves that The Black Keys stay true to themselves and to rock.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
An Eye for Class
The ultimate expert on all things Mercedes, that's how my friends know me. I am proud of my ability to name any post -1980s Mercedes by model number just by the front and rear bumpers. This skill has been developed over years of watching the UK's Top Gear and falling in love with the car company. I love the bran, but I love what they produce more than the badge of the vehicle. The Mercedes company has been able to produce elegant vehicles that also produce hundreds of horsepower when needed for years now. They have become the face of fine-tuned german engineered vehicles, and have been sustaining their quality for years.
I may sound like a representative for Mercedes but I still have my own problems with the brand, for example the price. Yet, everyday I dream of the day when I can race every one of my favorites down a road and park it for people to look at and take pictures of.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
How clean is clean..?
Read for more info.: http://e360.yale.edu/feature/the_myth_of_clean_coal/2014/
Over the last couple of months, this term "clean coal" has been floating around thanks to news agencies. This oxymoron is just another excuse to keep coal technology to keep electricity bills artificially low and Americans feeling like they aren't one of the main reasons for climate change.
The fallacy of clean coal has become such a trending topic that it has silenced some of the critics of coal being clean energy and in need of replacement. This term should be illegal to use for fals advertisement, and the coal companies who paid for the advertisement of this term should be fined a nice chunk of their profits. This term has confused more Americans than the IRS tax code. Many citizens now walk around with the idea that the coal that is being produced to charge their phone or laptop is not hurting the environement and our bodies. Therefore, until the necessary hint of nature fighting back like in The Happening we are stuck for four more years of zero development of clean, efficient energy.
The fallacy of clean coal has become such a trending topic that it has silenced some of the critics of coal being clean energy and in need of replacement. This term should be illegal to use for fals advertisement, and the coal companies who paid for the advertisement of this term should be fined a nice chunk of their profits. This term has confused more Americans than the IRS tax code. Many citizens now walk around with the idea that the coal that is being produced to charge their phone or laptop is not hurting the environement and our bodies. Therefore, until the necessary hint of nature fighting back like in The Happening we are stuck for four more years of zero development of clean, efficient energy.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Love Kills
Over the last two decades, the on-and-off relationship between the United States and the Middle East has been quite eventful. Terrorist attacks, drone assassination, and political upheaval--all events that were directly proportional to each country's involvement with either the US or the Middle East.
The CIA and FBI have been directly involved in many undercover "experiments" in these regions and have cost the modern taxpayer millions in surveillance and defense money. This topic has become famous currently, in the Democratic and liberal platform of cutting defense spending. Drastically. This has become my sole political view for a while. The rest of the topics are extremely convoluted, but the fact that we spend more money on defense than the other four permanent security councils countries is ridiculous. For this reason, on election day I will not waste my vote on someone "who will win" but on someone who will fight for what I find important.
The CIA and FBI have been directly involved in many undercover "experiments" in these regions and have cost the modern taxpayer millions in surveillance and defense money. This topic has become famous currently, in the Democratic and liberal platform of cutting defense spending. Drastically. This has become my sole political view for a while. The rest of the topics are extremely convoluted, but the fact that we spend more money on defense than the other four permanent security councils countries is ridiculous. For this reason, on election day I will not waste my vote on someone "who will win" but on someone who will fight for what I find important.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Samuel
09/19/2012
Samuel is dead. Nothing can be undone. Samuel's mother cannot tell Samuel to come home, his friends cannot go back inside the train, and the man cannot remove the brakes. Guilt is an understanding entity; it is not racist, sexist nor age discriminational. Everyone involve in Samuel's death has some sort of guilt, whether they were influential on this tragedy or not. Even his mother who just simply let her son visit a scientific missile exhibit feels she is at guilt for his death. The reader then analyzes everyone's position in the death of Samuel. The friends were just boys, where monkey see, monkey do. The riders of the train were innocent bystanders, some wanted to say something but did not have the bravery. They are partly at fault. Finally, the man who decided to kill Samuel because he was done with the tomfoolery. Well, his guilt might be enough to send him into a reclusive state and enough for the reader to consider his part of the story as one of more interesting effects of the story.
Samuel is dead. Nothing can be undone. Samuel's mother cannot tell Samuel to come home, his friends cannot go back inside the train, and the man cannot remove the brakes. Guilt is an understanding entity; it is not racist, sexist nor age discriminational. Everyone involve in Samuel's death has some sort of guilt, whether they were influential on this tragedy or not. Even his mother who just simply let her son visit a scientific missile exhibit feels she is at guilt for his death. The reader then analyzes everyone's position in the death of Samuel. The friends were just boys, where monkey see, monkey do. The riders of the train were innocent bystanders, some wanted to say something but did not have the bravery. They are partly at fault. Finally, the man who decided to kill Samuel because he was done with the tomfoolery. Well, his guilt might be enough to send him into a reclusive state and enough for the reader to consider his part of the story as one of more interesting effects of the story.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Short Stories Have Big Influence
09/18/2012
On the day-to-day basis, my friends and I love to tell and re-tell stories about 3 A.M. adventures or just funny situations we unexpectedly got caught in. Short stories, in this informal form, have surrounded me since I was a young child on the laps of my grandpa and uncle. Both are considered the master storyteller of the Alvarez and Guitierrez side of the family, respectively. Both of them have been telling me stories of the first Venezuelan to visit France or how the Alvarez family reached Spain. Each story with it's own individual lesson. Each story taught me how to be a man, how to never act as a tourist, and most importantly how to adjust your speech for the right audience.
On the day-to-day basis, my friends and I love to tell and re-tell stories about 3 A.M. adventures or just funny situations we unexpectedly got caught in. Short stories, in this informal form, have surrounded me since I was a young child on the laps of my grandpa and uncle. Both are considered the master storyteller of the Alvarez and Guitierrez side of the family, respectively. Both of them have been telling me stories of the first Venezuelan to visit France or how the Alvarez family reached Spain. Each story with it's own individual lesson. Each story taught me how to be a man, how to never act as a tourist, and most importantly how to adjust your speech for the right audience.
Monday, September 17, 2012
The Newest of New
Every year, a new "it" phone is released. A phone that has every geek and gadget magazine writing and raving about it, before even obscure pictures of the device are released. Recently, this phone has been the iPhone and most of the population of smartphone users have loved it. But, a similar population also says it is a useless paper weight that appeases the masses of uneducated buyers. Regardless of who one agrees with, the smartphone development is becoming ridiculous.
If you want a phone, either it is touchscreen or not; there are no more options in between. Each phone now wants to sync everything in your life into a device that will probably fail at many points when you need it the most. This is the fallacy of the smartphone. The smartphone is only as smart as the user who is apt for the phone. Some enthusiasts use the phone to it's full potential, however many just use it because it is a statement of how hip they are. Obviously, this will never change with any technology. Yet, hopefully, phones will eventually become so advanced that any user with one can actually use it to benefit more than their personal email and bank accounts.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
More Than Just Chords and a Field
09/16/2012
My definition of torture is the three months when English Premiere League and UEFA Champions League (all of Europe) is on break. This love affair with professional soccer began after spending three months playing none stop in both Venezuela and Disney World with my cousins. I was intensely passionate about the game and culture, FIFA frenzy some call it. So passionate that I decided to try out for soccer, and I made the team but just barely. By barely, I mean my coach told me I only made the team because I could run as much as the veterans. Being part of this team made me part of something much bigger than me, something with a bigger goal than my personal goal. This feeling is what fascinates me about sports, and especially makes me enjoy the Olympics and international soccer. The innate feeling of companionship and competition giving millions of people the rush of being part of something exclusive to themselves, and yet shared with the rest of their nation. This contradictious phenomena was recently highlighted in a GQ article on the electronic dance music movement. Where the article explained that the unchanging rhythmic pattern of rising and crashing sounds make each listener feel like they are the only one predicting the next note, yet the whole crowd does too and they dance together to the music. This unity of people without the loss of individuality, that is what I have learned to love about sports and music.
My definition of torture is the three months when English Premiere League and UEFA Champions League (all of Europe) is on break. This love affair with professional soccer began after spending three months playing none stop in both Venezuela and Disney World with my cousins. I was intensely passionate about the game and culture, FIFA frenzy some call it. So passionate that I decided to try out for soccer, and I made the team but just barely. By barely, I mean my coach told me I only made the team because I could run as much as the veterans. Being part of this team made me part of something much bigger than me, something with a bigger goal than my personal goal. This feeling is what fascinates me about sports, and especially makes me enjoy the Olympics and international soccer. The innate feeling of companionship and competition giving millions of people the rush of being part of something exclusive to themselves, and yet shared with the rest of their nation. This contradictious phenomena was recently highlighted in a GQ article on the electronic dance music movement. Where the article explained that the unchanging rhythmic pattern of rising and crashing sounds make each listener feel like they are the only one predicting the next note, yet the whole crowd does too and they dance together to the music. This unity of people without the loss of individuality, that is what I have learned to love about sports and music.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Things Changed, So Let's Change Some More
"Change is never fine."
- Sheldon Cooper, The Big Bang Theory
As most of my friends send back texts home to see how I am doing, I wonder. I wonder what would have happened if I left the state. If I went North and found out how south the South is. Or if I like Lewis and Clark discovered the West Coast. But, most of all I wonder how things would be different if everyone stayed here. Sure I miss my friends, but more than anything I miss being part of groups, societies, sports teams, et cetera. Although the Honors College has cool clubs and sweet societies, there isn't a real sense of unity among all these students that previous to a couple semesters ago probably did not know (and did not care) that these others existed. Change is never fine, I guess. I could probably be saying the same in another school, assuming there really are other dimensions with different possibilities. But, I am going to change this. This I promise to you, Honors College. I will make a soccer club, a FIFA frat, a social society, I don't know exactly what but I will make it. My legacy for this school will not be limited to my academic excellence, but to what I left for future students to enjoy. Because sometimes change isn't just fine, it is necessary.
- Sheldon Cooper, The Big Bang Theory
As most of my friends send back texts home to see how I am doing, I wonder. I wonder what would have happened if I left the state. If I went North and found out how south the South is. Or if I like Lewis and Clark discovered the West Coast. But, most of all I wonder how things would be different if everyone stayed here. Sure I miss my friends, but more than anything I miss being part of groups, societies, sports teams, et cetera. Although the Honors College has cool clubs and sweet societies, there isn't a real sense of unity among all these students that previous to a couple semesters ago probably did not know (and did not care) that these others existed. Change is never fine, I guess. I could probably be saying the same in another school, assuming there really are other dimensions with different possibilities. But, I am going to change this. This I promise to you, Honors College. I will make a soccer club, a FIFA frat, a social society, I don't know exactly what but I will make it. My legacy for this school will not be limited to my academic excellence, but to what I left for future students to enjoy. Because sometimes change isn't just fine, it is necessary.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
The Never-Ending Story
A violent break-up, what every relationship wants to avoid but sometimes caves into. Break-ups themselves not only separate the two who were in it but they separate the groups of friends that surround the two. Friends must choose sides, and usually guys need to tell their bro-in-need to "forget about her, there are plenty of fish in the sea." However, both members of the now non-existent relationship are never really the same. The problem with relationships is they are lifelong.
Even when you are happily married and living in a suburb somewhere, you will find yourself with an ex. SOmeone you date in high-school, college, or even a couple years ago. After catching up, there is a rush of feelings and this is why relationships are eternal. What happens between two individual in the course of the private relationship is so intimate in nature that the experiences become great memories. Even if the break-up was horrible, earth-shattering even, the two will still smile and remember what caused them to even spend so much time on each other.
Even when you are happily married and living in a suburb somewhere, you will find yourself with an ex. SOmeone you date in high-school, college, or even a couple years ago. After catching up, there is a rush of feelings and this is why relationships are eternal. What happens between two individual in the course of the private relationship is so intimate in nature that the experiences become great memories. Even if the break-up was horrible, earth-shattering even, the two will still smile and remember what caused them to even spend so much time on each other.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Fourteen-Day Dream
09/11/2012
Accompanying Song: 40 Day Dream by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes
It's been a fourteen day dream/adventure/spiritual journey. Just fourteen days ago, I was at home lounging in my aloof summer mode that, oddly enough, switches on easily but lacks an off switch. A mode that spent days hijacking friends' Netflix accounts, which I consequently got kicked off of, and meeting up with my friends for Taco Tuesday, everyday. Summer always seems to be memorable and yet, not at all. It would take me several moments to collect my thoughts on what to tell you what I did over summer break. However, the last fourteen days have been like the Caribbean waters, so clear that every detail and contour of the vast ocean floor is visible and accessible. Obviously my summer was not lack-luster, but the things I learned starting August 28th have permanently appended themselves to my cerebrum. From the lesson on how to find a parking spot in the student parking lot, to how to ask others for much needed help on the still confusing IDH forms. Each day presented itself with challenges that were fixed, but never easily. Yet, the most memorable obstacles and challenges are the most rewarding and teach you the most. The clarity of these challenging two weeks is somewhat creepy but also encouraging me that it is all worth it.
Accompanying Song: 40 Day Dream by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes
It's been a fourteen day dream/adventure/spiritual journey. Just fourteen days ago, I was at home lounging in my aloof summer mode that, oddly enough, switches on easily but lacks an off switch. A mode that spent days hijacking friends' Netflix accounts, which I consequently got kicked off of, and meeting up with my friends for Taco Tuesday, everyday. Summer always seems to be memorable and yet, not at all. It would take me several moments to collect my thoughts on what to tell you what I did over summer break. However, the last fourteen days have been like the Caribbean waters, so clear that every detail and contour of the vast ocean floor is visible and accessible. Obviously my summer was not lack-luster, but the things I learned starting August 28th have permanently appended themselves to my cerebrum. From the lesson on how to find a parking spot in the student parking lot, to how to ask others for much needed help on the still confusing IDH forms. Each day presented itself with challenges that were fixed, but never easily. Yet, the most memorable obstacles and challenges are the most rewarding and teach you the most. The clarity of these challenging two weeks is somewhat creepy but also encouraging me that it is all worth it.
Monday, September 10, 2012
History's Holding Us Back
09/10/2012
"We are locked in history, and they were not."
-Werner Herzog
The modern man's most formidable battle is with the acceptance of his place within the world and it's history. With knowledge summed from the theories of previous generations on the past and the future, we have involuntarily inherited the feeling of being "stuck" in the present. The cavemen of the Chauvalet Cave did not have this. They saw a blank canvas when truly blank canvases existed, there was no history so they created it. Our generation has history in every particle surrounding our bodies. From 18th century paintings and buildings to inventions that make daily life tolerable, our life is surrounded with someone else's legacy and work. We are aware of all the history encompassing us, and to use the most cache of caches; "with great power, comes great responsibility." With every work we create, we must analyze if it has been created before. Attempting to validate our own originality. Thus, we are trapped in history, glaring at the cavemen who were free to create it without a single limitation.
"We are locked in history, and they were not."
-Werner Herzog
The modern man's most formidable battle is with the acceptance of his place within the world and it's history. With knowledge summed from the theories of previous generations on the past and the future, we have involuntarily inherited the feeling of being "stuck" in the present. The cavemen of the Chauvalet Cave did not have this. They saw a blank canvas when truly blank canvases existed, there was no history so they created it. Our generation has history in every particle surrounding our bodies. From 18th century paintings and buildings to inventions that make daily life tolerable, our life is surrounded with someone else's legacy and work. We are aware of all the history encompassing us, and to use the most cache of caches; "with great power, comes great responsibility." With every work we create, we must analyze if it has been created before. Attempting to validate our own originality. Thus, we are trapped in history, glaring at the cavemen who were free to create it without a single limitation.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
University of Me
09/09/2012
College - (noun.) A place where myriads of people go to pass, and possibly fail, their way into their own personalized future.
One's college life seems to always come up, whether retelling a classic story about parties at Omega Chi or applying for a job and mentioning that summer spent rebuilding the Panama Canal. The events that happen in four years seem to be so unique and diverse that sometimes it seems ridiculous to pick a school. Sure, Harvard Law will "open doors," but what if I don't want to open doors? What if I want to open caves in France? Or open a restaurant in New York? What I'm trying to say in this convoluted message is that the Junior and Senior year of my undergraduate career will undoubtedly be awesome and develop me into a cultured, educated citizen. However, the details of what, when and where are the things I wish weren't unknown.
College - (noun.) A place where myriads of people go to pass, and possibly fail, their way into their own personalized future.
One's college life seems to always come up, whether retelling a classic story about parties at Omega Chi or applying for a job and mentioning that summer spent rebuilding the Panama Canal. The events that happen in four years seem to be so unique and diverse that sometimes it seems ridiculous to pick a school. Sure, Harvard Law will "open doors," but what if I don't want to open doors? What if I want to open caves in France? Or open a restaurant in New York? What I'm trying to say in this convoluted message is that the Junior and Senior year of my undergraduate career will undoubtedly be awesome and develop me into a cultured, educated citizen. However, the details of what, when and where are the things I wish weren't unknown.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
The Bridge
09/05
My first honors english class is in about five minutes, and I'm stuck at the light for the now lifted drawbridge. A bridge that in my eighteen years of life I have never seen anything close to vertical. After my first few minutes of rage at the light and the millionaire yacht owner who decided to pass at this very moment, I have a sporadic, long laugh. "How ironic," I audibly say. This class is one of the many that are requirements for me to transfer to a top-tier engineering school, and what stands obstructing my path towards this goal is...engineering. My engineering forefathers designed this bridge, the yacht passing under, the light system for the streets, and even the very car I am currently have a psycho-laugh attack in. All my anger and stress is gone. This driving debacle made me really think. I, like any college freshman, have doubts on whether I want to be an engineer or whether I can endure another day of pre-cal/trig and chem lecture. However, now when these doubts try to surface I'll laugh it out because even the man who designed the MRI or CT scanner pulled his hairs because of a question on molecules.
My first honors english class is in about five minutes, and I'm stuck at the light for the now lifted drawbridge. A bridge that in my eighteen years of life I have never seen anything close to vertical. After my first few minutes of rage at the light and the millionaire yacht owner who decided to pass at this very moment, I have a sporadic, long laugh. "How ironic," I audibly say. This class is one of the many that are requirements for me to transfer to a top-tier engineering school, and what stands obstructing my path towards this goal is...engineering. My engineering forefathers designed this bridge, the yacht passing under, the light system for the streets, and even the very car I am currently have a psycho-laugh attack in. All my anger and stress is gone. This driving debacle made me really think. I, like any college freshman, have doubts on whether I want to be an engineer or whether I can endure another day of pre-cal/trig and chem lecture. However, now when these doubts try to surface I'll laugh it out because even the man who designed the MRI or CT scanner pulled his hairs because of a question on molecules.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Le Maison en Petite Cubes
09/04/2012
The short film reminds me of Up, the movie by Pixar. An elderly man, alone in a home he built himself being pushed to change, but the two aren't exact...Le Maison is better.
Let me start out by saying that I am not a big fan of movies without dialogue, or even cartoons actually. But, the short film grew on me so much that I did grow to love and sympathize with the old man. I mean, he's a normal old guy. Alone in his little house, that he built with his bare hands, and from the picture frames on his wall you know he wasn't always alone. A reality of life. His loneliness is the same loneliness that affects everyone. A malicious disease attacking the memory, and developing into some autoimmune disease that uses your own special, happy memories to make you nostalgic. The old man feels the nostalgia, but he overcomes it by taking the memory of his past (in the form of his wife's glass) and enjoys his last moments, hours, possibly years with the memories and his wife.
The short film reminds me of Up, the movie by Pixar. An elderly man, alone in a home he built himself being pushed to change, but the two aren't exact...Le Maison is better.
Let me start out by saying that I am not a big fan of movies without dialogue, or even cartoons actually. But, the short film grew on me so much that I did grow to love and sympathize with the old man. I mean, he's a normal old guy. Alone in his little house, that he built with his bare hands, and from the picture frames on his wall you know he wasn't always alone. A reality of life. His loneliness is the same loneliness that affects everyone. A malicious disease attacking the memory, and developing into some autoimmune disease that uses your own special, happy memories to make you nostalgic. The old man feels the nostalgia, but he overcomes it by taking the memory of his past (in the form of his wife's glass) and enjoys his last moments, hours, possibly years with the memories and his wife.
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