Monthly Archives: December 2010

all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.

Some people have it, and some people don’t—the shining, the ability to see what others don’t. Jack and Wendy’s five year old son, Danny Torrance, has the shining. But will this be a help or a hindrance at the haunted and desolate Overlook Hotel, where timelines don’t know their place?

Stephen King’s “The Shining” is a scary literary encounter. It’s often regarded as King’s best novel and is big on psychology and suspense. It’s got some great set pieces and is actually a very absorbing study of breakdown and madness, following a writer (Jack Torrance) and his family’s decision to work as winter caretaker in a ski resort hotel cut off by snow over the winter.

As for the style, let us just say that this is an incredibly strong, well-constructed novel, with King using all of the wonderful little literary tools and bricks and mortar fans love him for. Critics believe that the novel will still be read, studied and debated 50 years from now. But don’t wait that long to read it. Yes, it is a horror novel. But, as with most of King’s novels, the true, real horror presented is not of a supernatural nature but made up of things we visit upon ourselves and each other.

P.S. 1: Stanley Kubrick’s fans will be dissappointed: the ending is different to the film.

P.S. 2: “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” (a memorable sentence written over and over by Jack Torrance) does not appear in the novel. As I’ve always suspected, it was a Kubrick’s brilliant screenplay twist. To be continued.

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this is not about criss angel.

The great (or funny?) thing about magic is that you can’t convince anyone of its existence. Either you believe in it, either you don’t. That simple. It’s not a matter of arguments: magic doesn’t fit in a world where science takes away the beauty of the starry sky by explaining it frame by frame. It’s not a matter of forcing, either: magic doesn’t claim a place in people’s lives and even less likes to sneak up in their worlds like a burglar. It’s not even a matter of proofs: magic dislikes attorneys, prosecutors and courts. And, anyway, people who love magic will be always the last ones trying to explain or prove it.

I’m not talking about the kind of magic displayed by Houdini or Criss Angel. It’s more that kind of magic that makes people … shine. Like in Stephen King’s “Shining”. Or like in John Lennon’s “Instant Karma!”. It’s that kind of magic that makes people believe in anything they want to believe in. And it’s also that kind of magic that allows people to see those green beads they’ve spilled yesterday on the table in ten million different ways and colours. The kind of magic that allows enchantment. And the kind of magic that allows people to navigate faraway in their fantasy lands and then getting back everytime with marshmallows for their dear ones.

Not everyone can love or understand magic. It’s more like a matter of either if you’re born with it or not. Like in that Maybelline commercial. :  )) Magic is pretty much like talent: either you have it, either you don’t. You can’t learn talent. And you can’t learn to love magic. Appetite for magic can’t be thaught in schools. But a small child who grows genuinely loving magic will probably never lose that “appetite for marvel”, as Tolkien used to call it. All the contrary, that kid will grow inside his appetite  for magic; and his appetite for marvel will get bigger and bigger, as he grows up.

You can’t learn magic, but you can’t unlearn magic, either. Magic is  like a very, very delightful first love: no matter what you do, you’ll never be able to take it out of you and your bones. You can’t shake off magic. It’s like a weird charmed alphabet; once you’ve learn it, you just can’t go back to communicate using signs. Magic is a way of communication, too. But more like a secret language. Magic is what you call and know it’s  “magic”. But magic is everything else, too. That’s the beauty of it. It doesn’t have any categories. It doesn’t have any borderlines. You can’t draw lines, either. You can’t say: “from here to here it’s magic, from there to there it’s not.” Magic is knowing and not knowing, at the same time.

Magic has a billion ways to show up. Criss Angel deals with a kind of magic, the type of magic that brings a lot of money in the bank. But that’s not the  real magic. That’s just artificial magic. Silicone-magic. The world around, on the other hand… the world around is full of real magic. You can find magic in a stray dog’s chocolate eyes. You can find magic in a very starry night sky. You can find magic in a glass of ruby wine. You can find magic in a shiny autumn leaf. You can find magic on a bumpy and dusty road that connects two beautiful summer memories in your head. But just a few people are not imune to this type of magic. A very few.

You can find magic in people, too. Magic people shine, even if sometimes they might be struggling to hide that shining. Magic people are the few ones who get stuck in your mind, heart and blood, no matter what you do to shake them off. You may find them in the most usual and non-magic places: maybe in a crowded hypermarket on the way home, maybe under a palm tree on a sunny island or maybe handing you an umbrella when it’s pouring and it’s foggy. And if you’re magic, too, you can see them shining from miles. Even in the fog.

That’s the beauty of magic: sometimes you’re aware of it, sometimes you’re way behind. Magic doesn’t claim a place in people’s minds or lives. Magic doesn’t claim anything, in fact. Magic just gives.  Magic creates, too: sometimes fantastic worlds, sometimes amazing situations and some other times incredible creatures. You can find all that in a writer’s head, in a surreal photo or in a fantasy movie.

But the most beautiful thing about magic is that magic doesn’t need attorneys, prosecutors, courts or scientists. Magic doesn’t need proofs or arguments. Either you believe in it, either you don’t. It’s that simple! Abracadabra!

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shining.

“We all shine on…” (Instant Karma!, John Lennon)

[…]

– Bravo, zise Hallorann. Scoase un inel cu chei din buzunarul sacoului sau din serj albastru si descuie portbagajul. In timp ce punea valizele inauntru, Danny fu surprins sa-l auda spunand:

– Stralucesti, baiete. Mai mult decat oricare altul pe care l-am intalnit in viata mea. Si implinesc saizeci de ani in ianuarie.

– Hm?

– Ai un talent. Hallorann se intoarse spre el. Intotdeauna am numit talentul asta “stralucire”. Asa ii spunea bunica mea. Si ea il avea.  […]

– Numai pe mine m-ai cunoscut?, il intreba pe Hallorann.

Bucatarul rase:

– Nu, copile. Dar tu stralucesti cel mai tare.

– Sunt multi din astia ca mine?

– Nu chiar multi. Dar se intampla sa dai peste ei. Sint o gramada de oameni care au un pic de stralucire. Habar nu au. Dar, ca prin minune, cumpara flori cand sotiile lor sunt suparate, reusesc la examene pentru care nu au invatat, isi dau seama cum se simt oamenii pe care-i intalnesc. Am cunoscut vreo cincizeci, saizeci din astia. Dar numai vreo zece, inclusiv bunica-mea, stiau ca stralucesc.

[…]

Va straluci cand va straluci. (Proverb american)

Shining, Stephen King, p. 106-107

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shake up christmas.

“Keep on loving what is true

And the world will come to you

You can find it in yourself.”

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liquid dreams.

It’s crazy how a simple mirror filter can transform a video into something else.

See here an incredible surreal short movie.

Even though this is just a test it’s a bummer she hit almost every red light to really slow things down.
Shot with a GoPro Hero HD mounted to the front windshield of her car.
The black flickers are her windshield wipers clearing snow.

Music: Diamond Messages – Liquid Summer

I think this is how I always imagined it would look and feel like a “liquid dream”, that crazy and interesting concept they were exploring in “Vanilla Sky”. Not the mention I absolutely love the song. An insanely delightful result! 🙂

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kandi kolored tangerine flake streamline camera.

“There Goes (Varoom! Varoom!) That Kandy-Kolored (Thphhhhhh!) Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby (Rahghhh!) Around the Bend (Brummmmmmmmmmmmmmm)…” Isn’t this how Tom Wolfe was saying? 🙂

More @Jaime.

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… going on vacation. see you all in 2011!

Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year to all! I wish you white, snowy holidays and a 2011 full of unexpected good things. And thank you for reading. 🙂

I thought to give you a carol. But, in the end, I found this song and I think it’s better than a Christmas carol. After all… if it’s love… it’s Christmas. Isn’t it? 🙂

UPDATE: Since someone loves that much Train :D… voilà: even more Train. 😀

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colour me pretty.

More @David Dahlin.

More pictures @Kiddi Kristjans.

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winter humor.

More pictures @Kayla.

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