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Zatoichi in Deutsch
For the Love of Beats.
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Interview - Talking about movies.
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Tribute to "The King of Pop".
The Floaters - Soul Glow!
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Bollywood for beginners - absolute beginners!
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To Do Lists can be a chore, but not when explained like this.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Maps of India.
My life right now is like a movie; I won't change in for the world. I once had this friend who said to me that the closest his parent came to telling him about "the facts of life" was to say to him that, when he was with his girlfriend, not to leave maps of India on the sheets. I found that hilarious! I guess you don't always get the information you need to know from the people you trust the most.
Take last week for instance: I had the best week and the most peculiar. "Dexter" has gone down in history with me as one of the very best TV programmes ever and I shall miss it till the next season. The final episode in the series sent my heart aflutter with screams of "bravo!", "bravo!". Not to mention that my brain was twisting in and out doing somersaults. It's a programme full of immense suspense, honesty and the most incredible characters - everyone in it is flawed. But the way these elements are put together conjours up the most riveting viewing I've ever had in years. James Doakes is one of my favourites: brooding, sullen, creepy and machismo. You would think he uses "testosterone" as an aftershave. To see him stripped of his bravado and swagger, was a sight to behold.
Then there was the incident with the South Africans! There I was yesterday, in the middle of watching "America This Week" when I heard the sound of car doors slamming. Apparently, some South Africans had camped outside our door, conversing loudly in their language. There were about seven of them in two cars, which were side by side blocking the road, facing my direct view. When I opened the door to find out what was going on, they saw me and switched to speaking English. I just stood at the door watching them, as I was baffled to say the least. I recognised the accent because in the early 90s, I was constantly running into South Africans, in fact I couldn't get away from them - they were literally everywhere (I must mention at this point that I love South Africans). Whether it was at work or study, sooner or later laud-and-behold, a South African or Nigerian would turn up on the same course or place of employment. How do they do that?
Anyway (I digress), one of the party advised me to go back indoors and when I wouldn't, he suddenly became abusive: he accused me of trying to act "white" (whatever that means), called me "gay", and told me not to forget where I came from (something I thought was a bit presumptuous of him). I just stood there completely silent asking myself: "where do they find these people?" When they realised I wouldn't stop gawking at them, they started their cars and moved on. It was amazing!
Take last week for instance: I had the best week and the most peculiar. "Dexter" has gone down in history with me as one of the very best TV programmes ever and I shall miss it till the next season. The final episode in the series sent my heart aflutter with screams of "bravo!", "bravo!". Not to mention that my brain was twisting in and out doing somersaults. It's a programme full of immense suspense, honesty and the most incredible characters - everyone in it is flawed. But the way these elements are put together conjours up the most riveting viewing I've ever had in years. James Doakes is one of my favourites: brooding, sullen, creepy and machismo. You would think he uses "testosterone" as an aftershave. To see him stripped of his bravado and swagger, was a sight to behold.
Then there was the incident with the South Africans! There I was yesterday, in the middle of watching "America This Week" when I heard the sound of car doors slamming. Apparently, some South Africans had camped outside our door, conversing loudly in their language. There were about seven of them in two cars, which were side by side blocking the road, facing my direct view. When I opened the door to find out what was going on, they saw me and switched to speaking English. I just stood at the door watching them, as I was baffled to say the least. I recognised the accent because in the early 90s, I was constantly running into South Africans, in fact I couldn't get away from them - they were literally everywhere (I must mention at this point that I love South Africans). Whether it was at work or study, sooner or later laud-and-behold, a South African or Nigerian would turn up on the same course or place of employment. How do they do that?
Anyway (I digress), one of the party advised me to go back indoors and when I wouldn't, he suddenly became abusive: he accused me of trying to act "white" (whatever that means), called me "gay", and told me not to forget where I came from (something I thought was a bit presumptuous of him). I just stood there completely silent asking myself: "where do they find these people?" When they realised I wouldn't stop gawking at them, they started their cars and moved on. It was amazing!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Birds of a feather, ...
Would you rather be a migrant or a thug?
I was reading today's Metro and came across a story of an individual called David Oluwale - a Nigerian immigrant who met an untimely and brutal end in Leeds, England in 1969 (Metro, page 27). A play is being performed tonight at the Hackney Empire dealing with the circumstances surrounding his death (something I thought would have more relevance in Leeds than in London). Which sort of reminded me of another group currently in the news at the moment - Somali pirates.
Though many might work very hard, immigrants tend to be tagged as spongers. I never really understood the issue of illegal immigration: If you were born in a country surely you have a duty or maybe an obligation to make a contribution to that country, instead of turning up somewhere else and expecting a handout. The stigma (sponger) and immigrant tend to go hand-in-hand, when most people in a society tend to pay their own way and live their lives aiming to make a contribution to public life. I say this considering the British-Nigerian community in Britain, whom I would assume won't be flattered by the play and I wonder how many of them would be turning up.
It's a shame that many people in life want a "free ride", and unlike illegal migrants who tend to target public services and The State's resources at the expense of all of us, pirates are the more darker breed; going to extraordinary lengths to achieve their ends: using kidnapping, torture, violence and the humiliation of their captives as both a tool and goal. I guess it's up to all well-meaning men and women everywhere to stop this culture of impunity and take a stand against such free-loaders.
I was reading today's Metro and came across a story of an individual called David Oluwale - a Nigerian immigrant who met an untimely and brutal end in Leeds, England in 1969 (Metro, page 27). A play is being performed tonight at the Hackney Empire dealing with the circumstances surrounding his death (something I thought would have more relevance in Leeds than in London). Which sort of reminded me of another group currently in the news at the moment - Somali pirates.
Though many might work very hard, immigrants tend to be tagged as spongers. I never really understood the issue of illegal immigration: If you were born in a country surely you have a duty or maybe an obligation to make a contribution to that country, instead of turning up somewhere else and expecting a handout. The stigma (sponger) and immigrant tend to go hand-in-hand, when most people in a society tend to pay their own way and live their lives aiming to make a contribution to public life. I say this considering the British-Nigerian community in Britain, whom I would assume won't be flattered by the play and I wonder how many of them would be turning up.
It's a shame that many people in life want a "free ride", and unlike illegal migrants who tend to target public services and The State's resources at the expense of all of us, pirates are the more darker breed; going to extraordinary lengths to achieve their ends: using kidnapping, torture, violence and the humiliation of their captives as both a tool and goal. I guess it's up to all well-meaning men and women everywhere to stop this culture of impunity and take a stand against such free-loaders.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Life without Sky
It looks like the week is off to an interesting start already. I've been online all day today to check on my accounts; the status of which has been really alarming 'cos the hackers have been busy. Ah, they did leave me one e-mail: some islamic woman wants money. Not from me you don't; I aint got any. Well I should have loads by now but that's another story. Haven't had time to follow my normal schedule because apparently a leak has sprung-up in the living-room ceiling in my house. I normally programme my mother's Sky set-top box TV planner to view the programmes I like, which would normally be deleted each time I set a programme! So coincidentally, a leak appeared in the ceiling and my mother has dismantled the system. The place looks like we just moved in. Someone saying he was from British Gas was here this morning, apparently to check on the boiler, again!. It's perhaps the fifth time that the boiler has been inspected in the last 9 months. I wish I could get a-look-in! A hug won't go amiss. Then one of my mother's friends came over in the late evening and was helping her with moving stuff around. The living-room looks a state. The house is beginning to resemble as if we just moved in.
I'm gonna miss Journal, Projekt Zufunft, Fox and Friends, NHKWorld, Fit und Gesund, etc., Let's just hope it's not permanent!
I'm gonna miss Journal, Projekt Zufunft, Fox and Friends, NHKWorld, Fit und Gesund, etc., Let's just hope it's not permanent!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
The Emperor's New Clothes
I've been looking at recipes this week. I don't know, I guess I need to update my gastronomic skills from the normal chicken curry, salad, spogball and stir-fry. The fridge magnets have been busy with my shopping lists which is a bit weird because I have never used them before. Those slices of fruit have been very lonely indeed. I've always had to rely on memory. My mental arithmitic is also the stuff of legend.
http://www.grocerylists.org/
http://www.mygrocerychecklist.com/
http://www.grocerylists.org/
http://www.mygrocerychecklist.com/
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The thrill of the chase
I'm one of those individuals anticipating the showdown in the search engine wars. It's just a matter of time before Microsoft "gobbles up" Yahoo, and then we see "the mother of all battles".
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
The new rock stars!
It's been a long time coming but I think that CEOs are the new rock stars. My hero of the month is definitely Willie Walsh of BA. Don't get me wrong, I not a big fan of BA at the moment, but for a CEO to forego a £700k bonus in this economic climate, that is quite an example.
One of the more interesting and secret economic indicators for me has always been : kebab spills on the street! The late 90s were definitely a growth period for many industries and walking down the street, you always came across the odd "splosh" of yesterday's curry or kebab. These days you would be luck to find somebody's disused tissue. So instead of relying on the sale of art to tell me how the economy is doing, walk down the screen people - that should tell you.
One of the more interesting and secret economic indicators for me has always been : kebab spills on the street! The late 90s were definitely a growth period for many industries and walking down the street, you always came across the odd "splosh" of yesterday's curry or kebab. These days you would be luck to find somebody's disused tissue. So instead of relying on the sale of art to tell me how the economy is doing, walk down the screen people - that should tell you.
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