Trying Out A New Coloring Technique

An absolute gem of pure CRINGE and peak comedy. As an italian I can say we never do things halfway. Here the commitment to the cringe was VERY strong.

One of the finest moments in the history of italian television.

Really it's an absurdist take on the interview genre. We get:

- questions directly from a beauty pageant :"Is there any future? How do we end world hunger? What can we do to achieve world peace?".

- a VERY confused interpreter throwing gasoline on the fire of misunderstanding.

- Celentano being both confrontational and oblivious while also managing to be weirdly patronizing. I mean "hai la faccia di uno che pensa" ?? (= You have the face of a thinker).

- Bowie going from baffled to disbelieving to annoyed while trying to cover it by being funny.

- Bowie's desperate side eye as he hears the first question and realizes what he signed up for. Honestly you feel bad for him.

- One of the best polite ways to say "fuck no" to somebody:

C: " do you think we'll meet again?"

B: "having met in this occasion we never need to meet in the future"

It's a crime that so few people know of this.

Quiet evening and city lights

the boy

Inktober 2023

Day 16 - The Master and Margarita

'So, she used to say, she had gone out that day carrying those yellow  flowers for me to find her at last and that if it hadn't happened she  would have poisoned herself because her life was empty.'

(Mikhail Bulgakov "The Master and Margarita")

“Settling on a cheery yellow couch near a vase of fresh flowers, he mentions being struck by Harrison’s openness on the psychological havoc wreaked by Beatlemania – a frequent topic in Martin Scorsese’s Harrison film. “I think we all experienced the trauma that George vocalized,” McCartney says. “I liked to hear George talking about it, because he’s getting it out in the open. For me, it’s something that was more internalized, and my upbringing would lead me to say, ‘Yeah, OK, it’s a trauma, but get on with it.’ It’s like, “Yeah, what are you gonna do, sit around and moan? You were just in the most famous band in the world. You wanted to be, it pays good money, you’ve had a lot of great times, and some shitty times, so what are you going to do, concentrate on the shitty times or just deal with it?‘””

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“Paul McCartney’s New Album, New Life and How the Beatles Almost Reunited” by Brian Hiatt for Rolling Stone (1 March 2012).

Laugh when your eyes are burning Smile when your heart is filled with pain Sigh as you brush away your sorrow Make a vow That it’s not going to happen again It’s not right, in one life Too much rain You know the wheels keep turning Why do the tears run down your face We used to hide away our feelings But for now Tell yourself it won’t happen again It’s not right, in one life Too much rain It’s too much for anyone Too hard for anyone Who wants, a happy and peaceful life You’ve got to learn to laugh

‘Too Much Rain’ from Chaos and Creation in the Backyard (2005).

This is a nice sign to look at. 10/10 for composition.

he looks so confident

By the way this is a lovely and funny series of video on the matter.

Admiral Pavel Chichagov might be one of my favorite failure of a man ever. It's hilarious. Poor guy was a fish out of water. Literally.

Barclay de Tolly and Bagration in Russian military camp circa 1812

One of my favorite German artists from the Weimar era is Jeanne Mammen. My favorite painting from her is this 1928 watercolor of lesbians at a masked ball.

From the writings of Lady Chandra of Alagadda, on the events leading up to the Second War of the Masks.

The children of the Dream are no longer mortal, although at first they remain creatures of flesh, they have always been and always will be. Mortal and immortal, human and inhuman, those we call Dreamers live in a fragile balance, always on the run, always on the go, always hunted down, yet infinitely free. The first Dreamer I met was (and I hope still is) the Honorable Nian Zhen, Chief Archivist of the Library, my friend, benefactor and Master. The name by which he is best known outside the city , however, is the less flattering name of Mad Dreamer. In the Lands of Kouranes, and among the Dreamers who roam the Darklin Plain, they call him the Lost, the Fool, the Forsaken, the Prisoner, yet he is one of the greatest of his kind, having pushed himself to the limits of the Dream, to the Void beyond Being. His are the words with which I have described the Second Birth of the Dreamers, to him we owe all our little knowledge of this elusive species. Only after her disappearance, by sheer coincidence, did I meet the Dreamer. Arual was her name. It was the day of the 3345 Carnival of the Red Lord and the City throbbed at a frenzied rhythm under a scarlet sky, lost in ecstasy. The last time I saw her, the city was burning and destruction was following in her footsteps. Much of what happened after that day was because of her, yet while I hate the consequences of her actions, as I hate what they led me to do, I can't hate her, because I know she had no choice. Or perhaps, if she had, every other decision would have led to unacceptable consequences. For my part, I acted in good conscience, with honor and diligence, always pursuing the interests of the City.

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Dagli scritti di Lady Chandra di Alagadda, sugli eventi che portarono alla seconda Guerra delle Maschere.

[I sognatori] Non più mortali i figli del Sogno, pur restando in un primo momento creature di carne, sono sempre stati e saranno sempre. Mortali e immortali, umani e inumani, coloro che chiamiamo Sognatori vivono in un fragile equilibrio, sempre in fuga, sempre in viaggio, sempre braccati, eppure infinitamente liberi.

Il primo Sognatore che abbia incontrato era ( e spero che sia ancora) l'Onorevole Nian Zhen, Capo Archivista della Biblioteca, mio amico, benefattore e Maestro. Il nome con cui però è più conosciuto fuori dai confini della Città è quello, meno lusinghiero, di Sognatore Folle. Nelle Terre di Kouranes, e tra i Sognatori che vagano nella Piana Oscura, lo chiamano il Perduto, il Matto, l'Abbandonato, il Prigioniero, eppure è uno dei più grandi della sua specie, essendosi spinto fino ai limiti del Sogno, fino al Vuoto oltre l'Essere. Sue sono le parole con cui ho descritto la Seconda Nascita dei Sognatori, a lui dobbiamo tutta la nostra scarsa conoscenza di questo specie così elusiva.

Solo dopo la sua scomparsa, per pura coincidenza, ho incontrato la Sognatrice. 

Arual era il suo nome. 

Era il giorno del 3345 Carnevale del Signore Rosso e la Città pulsava a un ritmo forsennato sotto un cielo scarlatto, persa nell'estasi. 

L'ultima volta che l'ho vista la città stava bruciando e la distruzione seguiva le sue orme.

Buona parte di quello che è successo dopo quel giorno è stato per causa sua, eppure nonostante detesti le conseguenze delle sue azioni, come detesto quello che mi hanno portato a fare, non posso odiarla, perché sono consapevole che non aveva scelta. O forse, se l'aveva, ogni altra decisione avrebbe portato a conseguenze inaccettabili. 

Per parte mia ho agito in buona coscienza, con onore e diligenza, sempre portando avanti gli interessi della Città.

Arual the Dreamer leaves Alagadda as she begins the Metamorphosis of her Third Birth.