Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Playing with the Olympics - Vectorial Elevation



If by now you don't know the Olympic Games are starting on Friday in Vancouver, you probably live in a cave. Right now, journalists like to make fun of the city - some of them have even renamed the games "Spring Games". Yes, it's warm, it's sunny, perfect time to drink a cup of coffee outside in the sun and chat with a good friend. On Saturday, t-shirts were all you needed to sit outside. The funny thing is that most newcomers still walk around with their warm ski jackets and hats, as if they had prepared themselves to go to Winter Games so much that they were actually incapable of reacting to the true temperature of Vancouver. Last Friday, one of those guys was sitting next to me in the bus. In front of us, another big guy, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
But let's not talk sports right now... Parallel to the Games, there's an excellent Cultural Olympiad going on. And in the program, this Vectorial Elevation.

Last week, when R. and I were coming home, we noticed those bright lights moving haphazardly in the sky, wondering what on earth they could be. Was it the newest security trend? Or what? Yesterday evening, as i was browsing the net to make a list of the concerts I wanted to go to (and the schedule for the ice skating competitions, yes), I found the answer.
Vectorial Elevation is an interactive artwork, consisting of a series of huge searchlights facing each other on both shores of False Creek and English Bay. It was first created in Mexico, by the Canadian-Mexican artist Rafael Lozano-Hemmer for the Millenium Celebrations and was also presented in different countries since then (in 2003, it was displayed in Lyon for the Fête des Lumières). And what's absolutely great about it is that it's fully interactive...



Nothing easier: you just have to go online, from anywhere you want, and log on the website, here. Then you click on "participate" and little by little, you create your own design. Choose which lights you want to move, lower or higher. You can change the focus points, rotate and switch. On the right part of your screen, the preview (as in the picture above) allows you to see what the effects will be. Sign your name, dedicate it to a friend if you wish, and wait for your turn. I had to wait for 1 hour and 45 minutes before it showed up. And by that time I was asleep. But I'll definitely do one again - try it, it's quite addictive!
Once the design was created, I received an email redirecting me to my own webpage with those pictures. Everybody's page is visible, you can also follow the lights live...










Vancouver 2010 Cultural Olympiad
Vectorial Elevation, part of the CODE Cultural Olympiad Digital Edition
Cultural Olympiad



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Friday, January 29, 2010

Stuff you can't do with an iPad




... or any device exhibiting a screen and trying to lure you into thinking it's just another book.

I know the trend is to slowly start accepting the facts. Even I found myself considering the advantages of having some kind of reader in my pocket. Especially when I painfully try to have all my books fit into my handbag - the poor thing breaking under the weight and volume of, presently:
- Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn
- Thomas Friedman, The Lexus and the Olive Tree
- Philippe d'Iribarne, La Logique de l'Honneur
...plus my huge textbooks and notebooks.

But then a few ideas came to my mind, and I'm pretty sure that with a Kindle/Sony reader/Apple thing, you just can't:

- read on the beach (sand, sunscreen, salty water, pop, kids, etc.)
- read in the bathtub (Claude François died because he phoned while having a bath - I don't want to die because of electronics and electronics simply don't like water)
- read by the fire, those guys can't stand that nice heat
- impress your friends with your books-covered walls (it works)
- make yourself an inexpensive table to fit your couch (four piles of books, a board, you're set!)
- hold up a window radiator (where did I get that one? from my apartment in Paris, long story)
- you don't get to go to Ikea that often, bummer
- pretend to be deeply inspired by that Foucault book in the Jardins du Luxembourg (just another way of trying to get the attention of that really cute guy who also studies literature/philosophy/arts in the Sorbonne)
- or, other version, lend that great book to that great guy (ie, force him to take it) so that you'll see him again when he brings it back to you with a whole new topic to bond
- read while you cook (Steinbeck didn't mind the tomato sauce, Kindle does, I'm sure)
- stack some books under the bed, just for the pleasure of discovering them again when you finally vacuum there
- buy funky bookshelves (look at those and those, don't you just want them?!)
- read for twelve hours in a row in a plane accross the Pacific/in a bus going down the Andes/in a SUV in the Sahara desert...

Among many other things, I'm sure...


But with a screen, you can
Read Barbara Cartland unnoticed ?

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Thursday, January 28, 2010

Bye bye Mr. Salinger






Three short links...
Libération
New York Times
NPR



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Watch and Rewatch in 2009 - My year in DVDs

I know that my last list didn't exactly cause a surge of enthusiasm (maybe you just don't like bad movies..), but I'll keep going on the same spree. I still have a few books on the "to review" pile, but I also like that better than scratching my head to find my next post. Movies represent such a small percentage of my posts, which is weird because it seems all I do is watch movies!
I'm not going to give you my opinion on the latest cutting edge dvd releases... I don't really buy recent dvd anyways.

Rather, I watch things I can buy on some websites for 1 or 2 euros.
Or I rent dvds. As a result, this list is gonna be random, but if there is only one movie here that you haven't seen, you should make it your january goal to see it (and be quick too because february is rushing in!). You can take it from me, they're all amazing.

So let's do it.

Christine, John Carpenter, 1983.

I watch this when I was 7 or 8 and I actually got scared. When I had to see it again for my thesis, I was a bit afraid that this was gonna one of those "I should never have seen it again" films (you known, those films that seem great when you're a kid and then seem utterly stupid when you watch them as a grown-up?). Well, it's not. In case you don't know the story : Arnie, a nerd who has a hard time coping with the highschool bullies finds, by total chance, a very old car he has a crush on. He proceeds to fix the car - which is named Christine. As he becomes cooler and more confident everyday, Christine starts to show she has a personality of her own.. at first protective of Arnie, she will turn out to be quite evil...


What Time Is It There? (Ni na bian ji dian), Ming-liang Tsai, 2001.


Like many movies that I saw and liked last year, it was lent to me by Rachel - thank you Rachel!
I can't remember the exact story, except for that there are some beautiful scenes in the parisian metro. It will probably seem quite long for some of you, but you just have to tune into the atmosphere and go along... A beautiful reverie-like journey.

The Hustler, Robert Rosser, 1961.

This is a pick, but also a tribute to a new kind of hobby, namely the "Paul Newman afternoon". My friend William and I have had a few of those, and the idea is just to smoke a ridiculous amount of cigarettes watching a Paul Newman movie. Since he's quitting, I guess I should say "RIP Paul Newman afternoons" but I'm sure we'll keep on having them. Nicotine-free. The Hustler is a great flick. I mean, come on, there is Paul Newman in it.

The Host, Joo-ho Bong, 2006.

I feel a bit silly reviewing this, because it's been talked about so many times, you probably know about it all already. In case you don't : BIG MISTAKE! It's an amazing sci-fi /action movie where the hollywood clichés are dismantled and put back together again... The director is quite awesome, I also recommand Bong Jon-Hoo's Memories of Murder, an awesome detective story.

Quiet City, Aaron Katz, 2007.

This is another discovery I have to credit Rachel for. She lent me her collections of mumblecore movies and got me totally infatuated with Andrew Bujalski's work - as well as other pieces that must not be so well known out of the movie scholars/fans circles. This movie starts with a scene set in Brooklyn, on 16th street (where I lived for a short while)... and captures something that reminds me of my first times in New York, of very specific moments in my life.. There are no words to convey what this movie did to me. I like other films related to the same movement (Funny Ha Ha is a good one), but this particular piece moved me beyond reason. I will probably look at it 40 years from now (if I don't die from lung cancer) in my puffy chair and cry out of nostalgia.

Harold Lloyd shorts, (can't remember which.. but they were amazing!)

When I was a kid, Laurel and Hardy used to stress me out. With all the bad things they were doing, I just couldn't look at the screen and see them get caught/ punished for whatever insane situation they had created. I like Chaplin, of course, but I'm not moved by him the way some people are. And I still haven't found the time to really watch the Marx Brothers' films the proper way (from beginning to end, that is). You might think I'm not very into slapstick. Big mistake! I adore it. And I adore Harold Lloyd. There is something in his movies that the others just don't have. Or maybe it's just the candid face... I would recommand this for long winter nights, after a bad day. Serve with tea and cookies.

Drunken Master, Yuen Woo-Ping, 1978.
There isn't much to say here. Even with the bad french dubbing, this film struck me as being extraordinary. Jackie. He has the moves (if you're thinking about renting Rush Hour for your little cousin or the kids you baby-sit, I recommand you take this instead. It's a classic!).

Illusions, Julie Dash, 1982.

Now, I really doubt you saw this one. Not to flatter myself. I think the image I picked speaks for itself : that's the best quality I could find. I discovered Dash's work through a class at Umass, Black Female Image in Cinema. I don't think it's very easy to find a copy, but if you ever get a chance, you should take a look at this particular movie. Until then, let's wish movies made by african-american women get more visibility...

Darkman, Sam Raimi, 1990.

I was reading the Cahiers du Cinema the other day - they published a special issue for the end of the decade, trying to make sense of the past ten years of cinema. It's a very interesting issue, full of movies I've missed and I'm gonna look into the minute I get a chance. It also offers a nice panel of current influential directors... but, there, no trace of Sam Raimi. That's right, nothing for the man who directed the three Spider-Man (before you starting scoffing: have you seen the movies?), Evil Dead, and more recently, the quite interesting Drag Me to Hell. I like him because his movies are never as simple as they seem to be... and Darkman definetely belongs to this category. Also it features awesome performances by Liam Neeson and Frances McDormand... I feel like the picture says it all, go see it!

Bringing Up Baby, Howard Hawks, 1938.


I'll finish my list with an all-time classic. I know, most of you have already seen it, but have you taken the time to see it again recently? Cary Grant. Katharine Hepburn. A leopard. And the ultimate cult phrase.. I'm feeling gay all of a sudden! I'm thinking about those couples who watch 24 on weekends...Watch this instead, it will put you in the mood!


I hope I gave you a few ideas for your dvd night(s) if you plan to have one or two this week-end. I feel the list also gives you great possibilities for a double bill.. Think about it : Drunken Master/ Darkman... That could work... What Time Is It There?/ Quiet City would be a nice one too.

Also, you probably noticed: things are changing around here! Finally, a banner I'm happy with.
More stuff is coming too, stay tuned.. and whatever you watch, don't forget the pop-corn!

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Monday, January 25, 2010

Bolano's world



One day, Roberto Bolano wrote an essay about the characteristics of best-sellers. The example he chose was, if I remember right, Arturo Perez-Reverte. Literature that sells well is literature that doesn't require too much from its reader. Muriel Barbery, Dan Brown... they certainly do us good, in their own way, let us relax or change our minds from every day's troubles and worries. But, according to Bolano, they don't question anything. They don't lead us to try and dig a bit deeper in ourselves.
What a contradiction then that Bolano's posthumous novel is becoming a best-seller in many parts of the world... The theory is upside down! to us, readers', greatest satisfaction.




In early December, R. and I, for an obscure (and "alzheimerish") reason, decided to have a look at the Christmas parade downtown Vancouver. As an hopeless idealist, the words "Christmas parade" still evoke dreamlike sigths, childhood memories, imaginary sceneries, big fat Santa and the like... Clearly not a succession of Vancouver Police Force, BC Hydro's Tin Man, volunteers for YVR Airport and the Olympic Games' mascots dancing in a pickup in a way that made me fear for the life of the poor creature stuck inside the huge furry muppet. To have a better look at this commercial disaster, we had climbed up to the third floor of Chapters, very conveniently located on the main artery. Dozens of others were standing behind the store's windows trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on underneath. Right after my childish illusions were crushed - what a fool again - I started looking at the books instead. R. joined me and, very casually, as if not really paying attention to his own question, asked me in a very detached tone: "Well, if you had to pick one of those, which one would it be?"





Bookstore / December / seemingly indifferent inquiry... Who doesn't know what it means?... I didn't even have to think twice about it: the book I wanted to read, and most importantly, absolutely wanted to own was in the B section. A few days later, as we had an early Christmas, there it was... big and heavy... I usually loathe hard-covers but this one needed its thick binding: for weeks, I kept it in my bag - consequently taking absolutely all the space in it - and squeezed in the skytrain or in the bus to open the huge thing and keep reading.
WARNING! my experience screams, do not offer this book to your loved one! He/She will disappear from your life under the pretense of "please, please, I just have to know what's coming next..." and you'll find your bed very empty. Luckily for me, I had a couple of "single" weeks to confront during the Christmas break and full license to enjoy the exclusive company of two men totally devoted to my every needs - namely, Roberto Bolano and Dr House.

2666
898 pages
5 parts



1 obscure and magnetic core: the Mexican town of Santa Teresa
1 mysterious writer no one has ever seen, or almost: Benno Von Archimboldi
Countless murders of women
and a killer



Bolano is the one writer who made me love short format narratives and I found this very same pleasure in reading 2666. You'll find here a thousand stories and characters without ever loosing track of where you stand... The story builds up slowly while your attention is constantly attracted towards new directions. The mystery gets deeper, and there's no risk to get bored here, trust me. 2666 defies genre classification, interpretation. For those of you who dread the length of the novel, forget that obstacle, dive in - the pleasure will be there... Of course, I still wonder about the meaning of the title, like everybody else... Here's a best-seller that will give you no answers, allowing you to make up your own. I would categorize it as a world-book, one where you'll always find a thread that links you to your own questions or interests - all of which in the middle of a deeply entertaining novel. What else could we ask for? Maybe a little miracle that would bring us Bolano back?



The last decade was all about thick books, here's my own best of the best:
1. Roberto Bolano, 2666, 2004
2. Denis Johnson, Tree of Smoke, 2007
3. Richard Powers, The Time of our Singing, 2003




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Saturday, January 23, 2010

Nerd night



I'm not a nerd. Definitely too shy for that. I strongly believe nerdiness comes with the ability to speak endlessly, attract people's attention, master the scene. To be a nerd, you have to be somewhat of an actor. Whereas I shake and hear myself speaking in a tiny voice every time there are more than two persons around me. I wish I was a nerd. Or maybe I am in a way, but can't find enough "scandinavian and ex-yugoslavia literature co-nerds" to have intimate conversations.
I'm not a nerd, but I've met a lot of them. And Monday night was nerd conference time in Vancouver.




Café Deux Soleils again. This is really becoming my favorite spot in Vancouver. A few weeks ago, VancouverSlam was featuring Brendan McLeod whom I had actually seen one previous time, in a movie theater, right before the lights were turned off: with one of his partners from the more than excellent group The Fugitives, he performed a two-voice poetry slam. I had never seen that before: since I can't even control the debit of my own voice, I'm pretty amazed when two people manage to utter precisely the same words at the same semi-second, going up or down, faster or slower, playing on rythms, playing on echos.
That night at Café Deux Soleils, he was by himself on the stage. Guitar, and that's it. Plus the laughter. And all the girls in the room winking and poking their girlfriends... "Isn't he so cute..." I should have been an anthropologist. What a delight to observe carefully seduction patterns, movements of the eyes, hair, hands. I could have written down a whole bunch of pages that night!





Back to Monday then. The rules of Nerd Night were the following. Of course, the poem had to be nerdy. If you were nerdy, the crowd could start shouting "Nerd! Nerd! Nerd!". If you were not, shame on you: "Not a nerd! Not a nerd! Not a nerd!" and the judges were not particularly indulgent either... Tough game. The night's host had the painful task of embodying the non-nerdy aspect of the evening: she bashed each participant with a nice little turndown... "Welcome to Looserland, population one: you..."
All kinds of geeks came on the stage: we dived into the painful love stories of teenage girls dating only boys with a passion for ancient history, an old man claiming "in my time!!", someone recalled the day a Mac fell in love with a PC... and then there were the really really geeky stuff full of references I couldn't even follow: cartoons, movies, fantasy, computers... I felt like crap, I couldn't stop laughing either.
My brother's a nerd, he would have had the time of his life - and probably gotten up on the stage too. That's still on my list of to-do things...


Words
Nerd slam at Café Deux Soleils, see details here
The Fugitives, they're here and there as well...



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Worst Movies of 2009 - DVD & Theater Releases

Back for another list. This time, we're talking about the films I liked the least in 2009 - including DVDs (meaning there were released prior to 2009) and theatrical releases (I try to minimize my shortcomings in that department, but there's only so much you can do).

I do like bad movies though.

No, really. I like weird Bach (nothing to do with the composer) kung-fu films (with bad dubbing), obscure dvds with ugly jackets that my sister provides me with, and I also have a soft spot for Jean-Claude Van Damme. I like the idea that some movies are considered bad but give a pleasure more intense than any of the so-called masterpieces. I enjoy being moved by sappy endings. I even like when the camerawork goes off track. I have nothing against bad movies.

But then there are the movies I don't like. Which is not the same.
Beware, here is the list.

1. The Brothers Bloom (2008), Rian Johnson.


What can possibly go wrong in a movie with Rachel Weisz, Adrien Brody and Mark Ruffalo? Well, as surprising as it sounds, everything. I saw this in a theater, and when I looked at my watch only to realize that only 20 minutes had passed, I knew it would be excrutiating. I can't remember being in so much pain watching a movie. The actors are good. The storyline is somehow seductive. In the end: bo-ring.

2. Kingdom of War (2008), Ching Siu-Tung, Zhao Xiaoding.

If I ever owe you some money and you want to recover it fast, you might want to consider forcing to watch chinese epics. Apparently, it's a recent trend, similar in its intentions with the american western. But, frankly, I really don't care about China remaking its history, especially when it's so blatently nationalistic and empty. Past the first hour of expensive battle reconstitutions, I will BEG you to kill me. Just so you know.

3. Catwoman (2004), Pitof.

Well, I can't say I wasn't warned. I think everybody told me it was the worst movie made in the entire history of cinema. And I believed them. I trust my friends so completely that for a while I just didn't have it in me to watch this - although I had to, for a certain chapter in my dissertation, or if only to have watched it and get it over with.
So let me be a conformist : this IS the worst movie made in the entire history of cinema. The acting, the effects, and the use of Lambert's Wilson's french accent (for the 1000th time), everything is terrible. You can consider watching this with some friends, it's a good candidate for a Bad Movie night.

4. The Everlasting Moment (2008), Jan Troell.


Ah, photography. Movies about photography. Reflecting on this beautiful medium. You know, photography captures moments. Things ephemeral. And then you look at pictures, and you have this surge of nostalgia. Sort of like the flight of the butterfly. Sort of.
There you have it. ALL the clichés about photography in a more than 2 hours long feature. And the palette for the film is sort of brownish, because you know, the action is set in the past. That's how things looked back then.
I can't even tell you how much this movie irritates me. It's pretentious, empty, cliché.
And also filmmakers should stop with the aging make-up. It makes people look like muppets.

5. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009), David Yates.


I know there are some hardcore Harry Potter fans around these parts, so I'll be cautious. The problem is not Harry Potter, and certainly not J.K. Rowling. The problem is that this franchise is going down the drain. I mean, do these people know how to write a script? (SPOILER COMING UP) The best part was probably seing Snape, who, after two hours of non-sense, goes to Harry Potter and says "By the way, I'm the Half-Blood Prince". How does he know Harry knows? (END OF THE SPOILER) And this is only one of a million inconsistencies the movies holds for you. I won't even bother making a list (although I like lists).
Don't bother, just buy the books.

6. Married Life (2007) Ira Sachs.


This movie pretty much has the same problem as The Blood Brothers. There are a LOT of brilliant actors in there, but the story is of so little interest that the acting just doesn't make the trick. I have nothing to say about this. What was the moral of the whole story? Huuuuhhh.. People lie, I think. That's it, people lie. That's a bit thin.

7. Gaffe à la gaffe (1981), Paul Boujenah.

Ok, it's not fair. I actually watched this in very good company during a "Bad Movie Night" (throw one! they're off the hook!). So it was meant to be bad. This movie is based on Franquin's brilliant comic series Lagaffe, which tell the story of a professional slacker who lives in his office where he never gets any work done. He has a vintage car, a bird, a cat, and spends his time inventing kooky gadgets. However, it seems the filmmakers never got the copyright, and then managed to produce a film only very loosely connected to the original storyline.
Well, it sucks. Plus it's a french movie made in the 80s so the sound is terrible. I fell asleep. But then again I was a little drunk.

8. Public Ennemies (2009), Michael Mann.

The previous film is the type of bad movie that doesn't make me angry. This one, on the other hand, infuriates me, probably because Mann got praised everywhere in the media. This movie frankly bored the fuck out of me. And I'm pretty sure Julie felt the same way too. Even Johny Depp is not that good. As for Marion Cotillard, what can I say, I'm not a big fan. She tries too hard with her intricate accent, and the entire movie seems to display the same flaw : it just tries too hard.

9. Romeo Must Die (2000), Andrzej Bartkowiak.

I like kung-fu films very much, and I'm able to show great patience even with the worst flicks of the genre. But, here, come on. The stereotyping af asian / african-americans was really hard to take, especially, since, you know, they get to be friends in the end. Or at least I think so. What was the end again? Oh, well.

10. Man On Wire (2008), James Marsh.

I've already talked about it on this page, but this documentary just doesn't do the trick. I'll say here what I said then : read Colum McCann's Let the Great World Spin instead.

That's all folks! What do you say if you go back to books next time?



I thought so.

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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Going Home, or Not

The semester is ending. Last essays to grade, and I'll retreat to my cave, to turn into a gloomy PhD. student - once again? Oh, it's not as bad as it sounds. It's actually rather a good thing, considering my goals for the next few months: a conference to prepare (that's right, another one.. they are pretty addictive, if you ask me), an article to write, friends I'd like to visit, and, not so far from now, my summer plans which will hopefully include a train (speaking of addictions...).

I haven't been to Spoken Word in a while, and from the looks of it, I might have to wait another month before actually going back and read something. And of course, I have been offered tempting translation work. Pff.

This, of course, leaves little time to read. I still got the chance to catch on my book list during winter break, and most of the books you'll see on this page in the next few days were read in my parents' cosy house, near the fireplace (it's cliché but also very warm).

I can't tell you if I liked Thomas Wolfe's You Can't Go Home Again (1940). The first pages entranced me. The party scene baffled me. And then, I felt like I was a prisoner of the book. I can read pretty regularly if I want to, and also read long books. Like I said, however, I've been busy. Meaning that books have a real tendency to stretch out - they seem endless, no matter how hard I try to finish them.
And then the book got better again. Only to feel tedious a few 200 pages later. Can you love and hate a book at the same time? Some parts of the book are excrutiatingly beautiful. Some just left me indifferent. All in all, you should read it - I still feel the best parts make it worth it (if the fact that it is a classic is not enough for you).
I realize that I should adore this book, and not only like it.

George is the type of character I look for in books, the type of person I can identify with. A new- New Yorker who tries to make a living writing. A man tired of his mistress. A man whose great love in life seems to be his editor.
So read it - if only for the great train scene at the beginning. As it turns out, George does go home, quite litteraly. The journey is worth every page.

And also you can see that my desk needs to be cleaned up. So does this blog! 2010 calls for changes, as my partner blogger recently reminded me. Now I'm going to my university - check this - to supervise an exam. That's right, I'm going to look at people working.
And I'll be back soon with a new list!


Puzzling book, some worth it, some tedious, read it and see for yourself!
Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again, 1940 (here a vintage edition by Penguin).



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