je ne savais pas qui est marina arabamovic, grace à une rédiffusion de hep taxi sur l’antenne de tv5 monde, cela a changé récemment. le entretien encirle toujours la performance rhythm 0 en 1974.
the little glimpse of imagery and subsequent interviews/reporting can still rock our conscience to this day. what if some of the audience were not accompanied by their wives? what would they have done with the loaded pistol?
her brief reunion with her long time collaborator ulay in moma in 2010 was equally emotional. human interactions? sex? inquality? violence? women? men? i wonder if her performances challenged any long held beliefs we have? have things changed / progressed since the 1970s?
sous le ciel de paris, juliette gréco n’est plus. même si plusieurs personnes, dont zaz, yves montand, edith piaf etc. ont intéprétées cette chanson, madame gréco se trouve à la tête de ma liste de favoris. je tiens ma préférence grâce à son association avec saint-germain-de-près. on se trouvait là-bas également de beauvoir, sartre, prévert, godard et les autres bons vivants qui ont contriburé à la richesse de l’intellect et de la culture française.
so that must have been sometime between 1995 and 2000, when i drove late afternoon to queens public library’s central branch in jamaica, queens in nyc. there i discovered a dual-cd collection of ms greco. french teachers jumped at introducting joe dassin or edith piaf, but i really liked what i found and what i heard. greco’s music soothed many stressful evening for me. rest in peace madame!
辰衝圖書關閉尖沙嘴樂道門市的消息來得很突然。雖然我讀過其中一間中學嘅開學書單由它負責，但這麼多年來都沒有幫襯過。行過時吱吱聲嘅柚木地板，二樓少人行，放滿超厚法律、醫科等教科書嘅部門，中間加插九十年代英國出版嘅gsce或a-level教科書，地下嗰層好多用英文寫東方、寫亞洲、寫神州大地、寫香港嘅書籍、林林總總嘅英文雜誌……這一切代表呢間唔識英文就唔會嚟嘅圖書公司，係一片相機閃光燈聲、講廣東話嘅稀客交頭接耳聲下落幕了。畢竟這不是長唔大、外來插旗嘅dymocks 或 page one 執笠。辰衝嗰種舊時代、“串串供”生意和顧客嘅退場，又少不免令到不中不西嘅香港文化買少見少。
the sad norm in hong kong these days must be the farewells that don’t go away. swindon / hong kong book centre announced the closure of their lock road, tsim sha tsui location at the end of july 2020. i got wind of this adios no more than 10 days before the end of month. my friend and i went there twice on the final two days. i didn’t buy anything on the first day while my friend picked up three books for hk$30 each. during the final hours of that brick and mortar branch many curious hongkongers came along with their usual cameras. even though i visited this bookstore many times over the years, this was the first and last time i bought something from the lock road location. technically i was freeloading on the offer of buy one get one of lesser value, since my pal again bought two picture intensive travelog publications. as for me, i got a (timely) regis philbin biography (dated time warner or the like published gossipy grand central commuter magazine kiosk type, just so you know), a collection of poetry, a historical account of san francisco earthquake, a dated primer on psychology/(machine) learning/(artificial) intelligence, etc. swindon had always been a stuck up business, with dictionary thick law and medical textbooks, even heavier and broad shouldered hardcover design and architectual books and it was the retail agent for a number of elite local schools. another marker of the bygone years’ final curtain call.
this is the second book i read in the past year that relates to nigeria. no longer revolving around the capital lagos region, the story unfolded in the eastern state called biafra.
going to a book club meeting meant i got some off-wikipedia information on the biafra war of independence, which wasn’t a civil war.
the protagonist is a girl with an affinity for girls. strangely stepping right into the intersection of black lives matter and lgbt+ pride, or struggle rather, i felt the violence, the jubilation, the compromise of various characters mirror the non-stop protests and chatter you see and feel everywhere these days. of course there is the usual critique of expatriated africans telling stories from afar. how much would this oeuvre bring about progressive change? it is not a one-of-a-kind story, it won’t give you a thorough inception to the most populous african nation, i would still recommend it if you want an escape to the continent while sipping tea on your rocking chair on the verandah.
Charlie and the chocolate factory. A fantastic children’s book by a fantasic storyteller whose original text version I finally have a chance to read cover to cover (thanks in part to the pandemic), after seeing the two major studios film adaptations. The 1971 film with gene wilder I had seen from time to time on reruns every few years on TV. I didn’t dig deep about the moral lessons going on through the story but had found it nevertheless interesting with flamboyant costumes and songs. How could a kid NOT like chocolates?
Only in my adulthood did I learn that Roald Dahl had written many popular children’s books and the 2nd film adaptation with the wacky and dark interpretation of Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka resuscitated my curiosity of the oeuvre.
In the older days before politial correctness and extreme poverty-prosperity dichotomy, the five main characters are vividly sketched. The greedy boy who eats too much chocolate all the time, the competitive gum-chewing girl, the have-it-all spoiled lit’l princess, the obsessed TV watcher and the humble protagonist fit interestingly well into non-western cultures’ DOs and DONTs handbooks for kids pretty well. Think 弟子規。 It was a pleasure to read the original lines and compared Depp’s big screen version of Willy Wonka – eccentric, bitchy, and maybe even queerness (in modern day academia gobbledygook). The Oompa-Loompas numbers’ rhyming, merciless lyrics are so hilarious that unless you are the presumed dentist father of Willy Wonka, you are bound to love Charlie and the chocolate factory, adults or kids alike.
el amor en los tiempos del cólera
conspiracy ( theories) en los tiempos de la corona
the war of words between china and usa involves pointing fingers at the origin of the covid-19 virus.
netizens pointed to the world military games 2019 which was held in wuhan, plus possibly a simulation exercise/conference involving big-shot business and public health leaders, cosponsored by johns hopkins university’s center for health security in october 2019. anyways, george gao, chief of chinese cdc and many high profile americans participated in the panel as seen in the video summary. i guess superpowers need to check their egos when it comes to reaching real global collaborations. trust it seems, is always easier said than done.
2014佔領中環時，極具資本主義的香港改編了百老匯歌劇裏can you hear the people sing? 我記得以前有人說過香港中產嘅離地點會爭取到自由？我從無看過孤星淚，meme pas la version originale textuelle de victor hugo, une oeuvre monumentale… 美國人改人哋嘅嘢本來俗套，多年前令我『耳』前一亮係susan boyle 參加britain got talent 唱過 I dreamed a dream。
stuck and caused acute inflammation. it happened with my dad, fortunately after i returned to hong kong after a one and a half month absence. it actually coincided with the big strike in november. 11 november, when tai po was cut off from kowloon traffic-wise and the ambulance transferring my dad to hospital took 45minutes to get there.
it also meant many "aller-retour" trip bringing me to two of my alma maters, numerous trips to buy medical supplies, etc. and is still ongoing. hopefully further stabalization leads to a more permanant solution.