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- So, I am watching some kind of pointless music awards where Jay-Z is performing one of his new post-retirement songs and I think to myself that it would be more akward if the camera during those performances was facing the crowd instead than facing the performer. That way, we could see all those big stars uncomfortably moving their bodies to the rhythm of some guy who they probably hate or would love to be. So they hate him for that.
- I was watching the Manchester United v. Chelsea game this morning and I started asking myself why Old Trafford (Manchester United's ground) is called The Theatre Of Dreams. That is such a commanding and fantastical name that it can't possibly be used to name something like a football stadium (or a rock band). But then again maybe a football ground is the place where many dreams come true. Faced with the boring day-to-day of human life in which our dreams ever so rarely come true, we have to delegate those dreams into third parties. In this case, a football team. When they win a championship, we win a championship. And in that way is easier to cope with real life. I may be a total loser working in a job I hate and stuck with a wife I loathe, but as long as MY team wins whatever corporate-sponsored tournament stands in its way, I'll be a happy camper. Besides, that Zidane dude just got his movie into the New York Museum of Modern Art. And art totally mixes with dreams.
- I watched Andy Garcia's The Lost City last night. It's a movie about how beautiful and flashy life was before the outbreak of the Cuban Revolution and how miserable and stupid it got after it. I don't defend the aftermath of the Cuban Revolution but the movie was pretty bad. Pointless character after another, two dimensional romances, propagandistic dialogue, too long of a running time, etc. Avoid it if the possibility to watch it presents to you. Unless you're a Cuban-American living in Little Havana who has fantasized more than once about ripping off Fidel Castro's beard. If you're one of those, you'll love this shit.
- And I'll probably dedicate another entry to this but I have to say that I'm really loving Rut Blees Luxembourg's photographs. You may have seen one of her works in the cover of The Streets' Original Pirate Material.
- So, I am watching some kind of pointless music awards where Jay-Z is performing one of his new post-retirement songs and I think to myself that it would be more akward if the camera during those performances was facing the crowd instead than facing the performer. That way, we could see all those big stars uncomfortably moving their bodies to the rhythm of some guy who they probably hate or would love to be. So they hate him for that.
- I was watching the Manchester United v. Chelsea game this morning and I started asking myself why Old Trafford (Manchester United's ground) is called The Theatre Of Dreams. That is such a commanding and fantastical name that it can't possibly be used to name something like a football stadium (or a rock band). But then again maybe a football ground is the place where many dreams come true. Faced with the boring day-to-day of human life in which our dreams ever so rarely come true, we have to delegate those dreams into third parties. In this case, a football team. When they win a championship, we win a championship. And in that way is easier to cope with real life. I may be a total loser working in a job I hate and stuck with a wife I loathe, but as long as MY team wins whatever corporate-sponsored tournament stands in its way, I'll be a happy camper. Besides, that Zidane dude just got his movie into the New York Museum of Modern Art. And art totally mixes with dreams.
- I watched Andy Garcia's The Lost City last night. It's a movie about how beautiful and flashy life was before the outbreak of the Cuban Revolution and how miserable and stupid it got after it. I don't defend the aftermath of the Cuban Revolution but the movie was pretty bad. Pointless character after another, two dimensional romances, propagandistic dialogue, too long of a running time, etc. Avoid it if the possibility to watch it presents to you. Unless you're a Cuban-American living in Little Havana who has fantasized more than once about ripping off Fidel Castro's beard. If you're one of those, you'll love this shit.
- And I'll probably dedicate another entry to this but I have to say that I'm really loving Rut Blees Luxembourg's photographs. You may have seen one of her works in the cover of The Streets' Original Pirate Material.
