luca's house of mirrors

"We are what we think. All that we are arises from our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world."  (Buddha)

log entry 1018

December 30, 2010
Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain, and most fools do.-B.Franklin

was going to type ^^THAT , but then... it somehow struck me that what is it I'm doing on this blog anyway? hmmm.... :D
 

log entry 1017

December 21, 2010
my horoscope for today December 21, according to astrology.com

No one will get close to you now -- not unless they've fulfilled three very particular requirements. They've got to be seriously sexy, extremely intense and not for the faint of heart -- because you're not going to go for them if you only get two out of three.

... story of my life ;)  :D
 

log entry 1016

December 2, 2010
I can be your liar
I can be your bearer of bad news
Sick and uninspired by the diamonds in your fire
Burning like a flame inside of you
Is this just desire or the truth

So shame on me for the ruse

Shame on me for the blues
Another one returned that I'll never use

I won't go getting tired of you

I won't go getting tired of you
I'm not getting tired
I won't go getting tired of you
I won't go getting tired of you
I'm not getting tired

Been circling around this song since April. It feels different each time I listen to it. It's the bittersweet love letter I'll never write. Although I did write a few letters in my life... and most likely will write a few more.
It's obsession, inspiration, life jacket and guiding light ; I'm falling, I'm drowning and yet it's the only way to feel alive. I might get tired of work, of people, of books, of life itself - but whatever happens, I won't go getting tired of him.
And if I do, somebody shoot me.


 

Beowulf review/s

October 9, 2010
Watched Beowulf. the 1998 version.
Remembered that I've seen it on TV many years ago ( in the days when I still watched TV) but it was dubbed in Hungarian so I thought that could be an excuse for bad dialogue.
Wrong. It's even worse in the original English version. And with awful deliveries.
As for the movie? Good gods, it's so bad it makes Johnny Mnemonic look good by comparison ! And that says a lot.
Yet it had its fun moments. And it was filmed on location in Romania. Which means some of my countrymen made a few bucks.

Completist that I am, watched Zemeckis' version too. Now that was something completely different . A CGI fest, but in a nice way. The 300 way. The script showed Neil Gaiman's touch , with the humor and the little twists and everything else that makes his trademark as a writer. And Anthony Hopkins looked like he was having fun ;) :D

And before you ask, yes, I read the darned poem. :D
 

Open Letter to Keanu Reeves

October 4, 2010
( mostly a reaction to this and this added to the e-mail statement of Reeves' representatives to the Cheer Up Keanu Day  event) 

Dear Keanu,

So they told you about the 'Cheer Up Keanu Day', and as a response they went "Keanu Reeves would like to thank all of his fans for their concerns regarding his happiness and wants to assure everyone that all is well. This situation is a result of a misinterpretation of a paparazzi shot." To which you added "I don't think (I needed cheering up)," [...]. "I think that's one of those things where an image can evoke different feelings but not necessarily be telling the truth."
So your publicist showed you the SadKeanu photo, but didn't told you about the viral meme. And of course you didn't Google it.

Well, you know something? Maybe you could give it a try. Maybe you could give the internet a try, at least for curiosity's sake. 
And you wanna know something else? Reading the media coverage on you, your acting and your movies taught me to always go to the source material, 'cause maybe things are not exactly what 'they' make them to be. That it's best to see for myself and then make my own damn mind about it.  Funny, in this case you seem to disregard that...
So the next time -if ever- a similar phenomenon occurs on the internets, please please DO google it.  You may be up to a few surprises.   I can understand the need of putting publicists and PR people as walls between you and the maddening crowds. But this is the internet, where anyone - absolutely anyone- has the advantage of anonymity. You can take the pulse of your audience without actually being exposed to screaming fans.  And without resorting to any middlemen ( or women) no matter how professional they are. Isn't the internet wonderful?

And while you're at it, please google us too.  'Us' as in the otherwise quiet fans. The ones who don't crowd behind velvet ropes and beg for autographs. The ones who don't want to get anything else from you apart from what they already do : the movies. The ones who only want to give : admiration, respect, feedback on movies, thank you notes. And chose to express themselves online, 'cause this way, it doesn't have to be a two-sided exchange. Gods forbid, you don't have to write back. Just read. That's all.
Of course, that would require some of your time and attention. And perhaps that's exactly what you're not willing to give...

Forgive me, Keanu. I've probably just got a bad case of unrequited fangirling, if there is such a term/combo.

But please do consider googling yourself . Who knows, it could even be fun  ;) :D
 

log entry 1015

September 29, 2010
Autumn again. Depression's slowly, meticulously crawling in to stay.
Feeling sick, tired, and sick and tired of being poor.
Lost an interview today, but that's not what makes me depressed. It's knowing that I do have a lot of experience in my job, but right now there's no demand for it. And where there is, it's poorly paid.  If only one day I could be paid decently for what I'm good at. Which is keeping one's company running.  What is one's worth, and which is one's market value?
... don't answer that.
Too tired to read, or watch movies. Too tired even to browse the net. Nothing 'does it' for me, not even twitter. And alcohol is not an option - been there, done that, it numbed me for the moment but the morning after only made everything worse.
It's gonna be a long, cold autumn... and a colder winter.
Hello darkness my old friend...
... but are you my friend? Were you ever?
 

log entry 1014

September 19, 2010
It's raining. Again. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, on my window pane. - as I vaguely remember the rhyme.
Only it's not pitter-pattering. It's a stubborn, monotonous, persistent, annoying cold autumn rain. Yup, it's autumn again. Time for my yearly depression...
Feeling down, a cause de flu and lousy job and doubts about myself and lack of perspective and... the such.

And there's something else nagging at me. The question whether a certain someone did or not read the peach orchard.
Seer says some references in an interview ref. Henry's Crime made her think he did. And that this 'could be his way of letting us know without getting any closer than he likes to get to fans '. Maybe. Could be. Probably. But we'll never know, not for sure... argh, that wall, The Wall, and not talking goalie skills here... the disconnect, the space, the distance, the wall people run into when they want to get close...
And my reaction to any wall - and especially this one- is an obsessive need to find out what's behind it. What does it hide, or shelter? I just need to know. 
yeah, like that's ever gonna happen...

... like I wrote, it's autumn :(
 

log entry 1013

July 16, 2010
Mahatma Gandhi might have been a brilliant political man ; wouldn't know, as I don't understand politics.
But after reading two thirds of his autobiography, he comes across as conceited, stubborn, a tyrant and a hypocrite.
 

The Day the Internet Fell in Love with Keanu Reeves

June 7, 2010
The first signs appeared on Twitter, at the end of May. Then on the 4th of June, THIS happened.
Then this . Then this.

I'm reading all of it and my eyeglasses are getting misty ;)
The internet is beginning to see the light ;) :D

you know what? all this makes me happy. call me naive or infantile or sentimental or whatever you want. remind me that I've got a temporary poorly paid job, that my real life is a mess, that I can't make ends meet. I don't care.
Something I've been fighting for is finally happening- NOT due to me, but it IS happening and that's all that matters.
Yes, I know the Internet has the attention span of a 3 years old ; that it's shifty and capricious and so on. But this moment existed and it can't be denied. 
Today, I'm happy.
Tomorrow is another story.
 

log entry 1012

May 22, 2010
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBEYyHGbwto&feature=related

it stuck with me for the first time I heard it.
years ago.
because of the sound. mainly. and the lyrics. and the whole feeling of it.
it is me.
confused as I might be about so many things and ideas and... at the end of the day, I AM a fixer.

and this is one of the things that will never change.
hopefully.

Later edit : speaking of fixers ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_d6Km3QJFc
 

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