Thursday, 6 October 2011

Could This Be?

Finally we have lift-off! Internet now resides in my home. But I have to say, after a month without home-centered internet I was not as affected that I thought I would be. What with my Korean drama ''problem'', my YouTube surfing and other stumbleupon related business I thought I would hit internet withdrawal with a BAM to the psychosis... Now I'm not saying that this is a huge feat here. Again this is my mental storage dump. So on to the dumping!


Sitting on my bed with my laptop propped on an old Yamaha PSR-175 keyboard. Sipping a delicious concoction of brownie hot chocolate out of Jack Skellington's cranium. Some little quirks of my household. Without fail me and my flatmates will dirty all of our mugs in one day. One flatmate is a tea fiend (2 teabags + 5-6 spoons of sugar per tea. Not exaggerating here). The other likes her caffeine, hot chocolate and tea (of course). And me? I've been guzzling green tea, ginger and honey tea. When you enter our flat it will either small of rose incense, my lavender candle or curry. If you smell curry I'm probably not home. Mushrooms do not last at all in this house. The one window in the living room faces a brick wall. On the one window in the living room quotes from 'Fight Club', 'Absolutely Fabulous' and 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' are scribbled beside a gigantic doodle of a cat wearing a witch's hat and holding a ridiculously proportioned broom in one paw.

Movies I have watched lately include the oh-so-very mind fuck of Shutter Island directed by Michael Scorsese. DiCaprio sure likes to play in mind-playing movies. In this case he plays U.S. Marshal Edward ''Teddy'' Daniels who alongside his partner Chuck (Mark Rufallo) investigates a missing prisoner/patient from a mental institution for the criminally insane. 1954. The movie - like most movies these days - dragged on for a long time before climbing the highest peak of the roller coaster. (The length of a film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder). Scorsese likes to play with your perception. Little tricks, anagrams and omitted details that you would never really notice in the first two times watching the movie and on an empty bladder. One mind tease in particular. During the patient interrogation scene a woman fakes drinking water. She mimes drinking water out of her cupped hand. Walking nightmares, corrupted memories of Teddy's days of World War II. And of course that means that there are Nazi flashbacks. Visually chilling scenes of snow falling on iced bodies of men, women, parents, children. Mahler playing in the background.


I have to say though, does anyone notice how Ben Kingsley's accent changes from German to English? Or am I on a Shutter Island of my own?

Weather: Er... cold? It's midnight weather.
Disposition: Craving some Taeyang ambience

Shutter Island is an anagram of both "Truths and Lies" and "Truths / Denials".

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