chi-il playlist... back on that creative kick. who knew the midwest would be responsible for such renaissance/rebirth
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Cosmic Funnies
Show & Tell
Not today Justin
almost home
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d e v o n

tannertan36
we're not kids anymore.

Product Placement
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
sheepfilms
Jules of Nature
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Game of Thrones Daily

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chi-il playlist... back on that creative kick. who knew the midwest would be responsible for such renaissance/rebirth
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka wonât have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.
-Â âithakaâ by c.p. cavafy
DUNKIRK (2017)
I just saw Dunkirk in 70mm and IMAX and
It was the single most amazing cinematic experience of my life
As you may have heard, there was very little dialogue throughout the movie which can make a film feel slow or even boring at times, but I was completely captivated
But never did I feel that the screen was bogged down with too many lengthy series of quick cuts
The angles used in the air were incredible and Iâm sure not easily chosen
The use of silence in the film was fantastic and their timing impeccable; it was loud and quiet at the same time
HANS ZIMMER
His score was just too good, as usual (especially the bit where theyâre trying to reach the boat in time)
Lee Smith is an editorial god
Christopher Nolan and the two mentioned above are literally the dream team
Canât believe he wrote that cause, like, itâs easy to imagine something but to write it down in a concise way that doesnât involve two characters just talking is really difficult let alone in a warzone
I commend their use of mostly practical effects and real props
Thereâs a point where itâs night and thereâs a bunch of people in a lifeboat with flashlights (or maybe it was fire in the background, I canât remember) while a guy shivers on the deck of a ship and it reminded me of Titanic
Real stories are eerily impressionable, at least in my mind
The depiction of what I would call the main characters was very well done
Taking fictional characters with a fictional story and having them seamlessly blend into the story of the movie, the story of the Battle of Dunkirk⊠Well done
Itâs easy to believe that, despite being created, it may have been someoneâs real story, something experienced by a real soldier on that beach
The events of the film are harrowing
So much emotion delivered in just 147min
Tom Hardyâs plane
His sacrifice and the way the men cheered for him
How they made us think that his landing gear wasnât going to come out, but it did with the most beautiful colours (great colour scheme all around) of the sun lending its light for his landing down on the beach
How his plane became engulfed in flames, burning ablaze on the beach before he stepped into the Germansâ arms
It was the first time we see his face
But never once do we see the enemyâs face
Itâs not about the enemy, it was never about winning anything
It was about survival and making it home to fight another day and in that itself is a victory
This story belongs to the British and although I myself am not a Brit, I have always been fascinated by this particular event in the war
(Sidenote: Go watch Atonement or YouTube itâs glorious 5-minute long single shot on the beach at Dunkirk)
My mind was basically blown when I discovered this one thing
Throughout the film, thereâs this theme of âhomeâ and getting there
Several civilian fishing boats travel across the channel in hopes of delivering soldiers back to England and like I mentioned, I saw the movie in 70mm
((THANK YOU JESUS for allowing Christopher Nolan and Hoyte van Hoyte to bless us with these beautiful images))
At least, most of it was in 70mm
I immediately noticed that from time to time it would switch from full screen  70mm to widescreen 35mm. I assumed they were using a different camera for these shots/scenes, but I couldnât figure out why
Then, in the car after the movie it hit me: All of the widescreen shots were of England, of home. You see, the civilian ships coming to rescue them were referred to and represented home so all the shots on the little boat were in done in 35mm as well as the ones at the end of the movie on the train and such
The reading of the newspaper was a nice touch made beautiful in a perfect movie
THAT ENDING
The boys on the train
The boy on the boatâŠ
I could go onâbut insteadâ
just do yourself a favour and go see it for yourself
We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall never surrenderâŠ
dunkirk was a masterpiece
What I've learned through every life-changing decision I've made.
âwith every choice you make there is something lost and something gainedâ
itâs about letting go of what youâve lost (dropped figs, to reference the bell jar) and seeing the beauty in what youâve attained
itâs true! you have a long-standing craze and play at immortality way too often you believe in loving without mercy i believe in love with no regret when we are together we deceive ourselves that we are the moment some days with you are like eternity donât know when it begins can see no end but oh! oh oh your smile provokes a poem in me and i would love to make a revolution with you
âbut oh!â
a poem by lillian allen
The Afterlife
by Billy Collins
While you are preparing for sleep, brushing your teeth, or riffling through a magazine in bed, the dead of the day are setting out on their journey. Theyâre moving off in all imaginable directions, each according to his own private belief, and this is the secret that silent Lazarus would not reveal: that everyone is right, as it turns out. you go to the place you always thought you would go, The place you kept lit in an alcove in your head. Some are being shot into a funnel of flashing colors into a zone of light, white as a January sun. Others are standing naked before a forbidding judge who sits with a golden ladder on one side, a coal chute on the other. Some have already joined the celestial choir and are singing as if they have been doing this forever, while the less inventive find themselves stuck in a big air conditioned room full of food and chorus girls. Some are approaching the apartment of the female God, a woman in her forties with short wiry hair and glasses hanging from her neck by a string. With one eye she regards the dead through a hole in her door. There are those who are squeezing into the bodies of animalsâeagles and leopardsâand one trying on the skin of a monkey like a tight suit, ready to begin another life in a more simple key, while others float off into some benign vagueness, little units of energy heading for the ultimate elsewhere. There are even a few classicists being led to an underworld by a mythological creature with a beard and hooves. He will bring them to the mouth of the furious cave guarded over by Edith Hamilton and her three-headed dog. The rest just lie on their backs in their coffins wishing they could return so they could learn Italian or see the pyramids, or play some golf in a light rain. They wish they could wake in the morning like you and stand at a window examining the winter trees, every branch traced with the ghost writing of snow. (And some just smile, forever on)
Motty Perkins: Police Brutality And The Plantation Paradigm Of Power And Justice In Jamaica
i could listen to motty perkins for days... dubbed âthe poor manâs professor,â perkins brought intellect to jamaican radio, engaging the masses in free thought and discussion (SO WOKE) otherwise only available to uptowners who could afford university
âA hundred years ago, the Bronx Zoo in New York unveiled a new exhibit that would attract legions of visitors â and spark a furor.
Inside a cage, in the zooâs Monkey House, was a man named Ota Benga. He was 22 years old, a member of the Batwa people, pygmies who lived in what was then the Belgian Congo.
Ota Benga first came to the United States in 1904. The St. Louis Worldâs Fair had hired Samuel Phillips Verner, an American explorer and missionary, to bring African pygmies to the exposition.
After the Worldâs Fair, Verner, as promised, took the Africans back to their country. But Ota Benga found that he didnât fit in at "homeâ anymore â all the members of his particular tribe had been annihilated during his time away â and he asked Verner to take him back to the United States.
Thatâs when Ota Benga ended up at the Bronx Zoo. Itâs estimated that 40,000 visitors a day came to see him.â
in 1916, ota benga made plans to quit his job at the tobacco plant (where he told his story in exchange for free bottles of root beer) and go back to his native congo. but then wwii broke out, which made it impossible to fly, so after years of dehumanization and degradation, and deeply depressed at the thought of never returning home, he built a ceremonial fire and shot himself in the heart.
champagne taste on a beer budget 4eva
idris muhammad - loranâs dance
Rockers! (Kingston, Jamaica, 1978) by Theodoros Bafaloukos
yuh got style, breddren
While to epidemiologists both disorders are medical conditions, anxiety is starting to seem like a sociological condition, too: a shared cultural experience that feeds on alarmist CNN graphics and metastasizes through social media. As depression was to the 1990s â summoned forth by Kurt Cobain, âListening to Prozac,â Seattle fog and Temple of the Dog dirges on MTV, viewed from under a flannel blanket â so it seems we have entered a new Age of Anxiety. Monitoring our heart rates. Swiping ceaselessly at our iPhones. Filling meditation studios in an effort to calm our racing thoughts. Urban Dictionary defines a slacker as âsomeone who while being intelligent, doesnât really feel like doing anything,â and that certainly captures the ripped-jean torpor of 1990s Xers. Their sense of tragic superiority was portrayed by Ethan Hawkeâs sullen, ironic Troy in âReality Bites,â who asserted that life is a âa random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes,â so one must take pleasure in the little things: a Quarter Pounder With Cheese, a pack of Camel straights.
The Age of Anxiety
sounds of jamaica
coconuts dropping
roosters crowing
goats baaing
dogs barking
cars honking
big boomboxes blasting dancehall or reggae from passing cars
town criers blasting dj ads of local news
people cussing bomboclaat pussyole rascals etc
ya mon
wha gaan
the waves crashing on the shore
crickets
things iâll be bringing back home from jamaica (metaphorical packing list)
newfound boldness (timidity be gone!)
aggression
island gyal rhythm
more emotional maturity
a family
life lessons, far and wide
the smiles of a thousand children
less hair (di plaits a kill mi air)
appreciation for the first world