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November 09, 2005

Wake up, dead man.

My favorite U2 song might have nothing to do with the new high-tech poisons. But it will perfectly matches the marketing of Provigil : a medicine that would keep you awake for 48 hours with a clear and efficient mind.

I went mental after two bottles of Lucozades, I'm really curious about the side-effect of such medicine. It seems another trick the technological tier collaborates with the increasingly stronger capitalism. I know people working 15 hours a day as a NORMAL shift in big corporations. This trick might give permissions for those bosses to propose their employees to work up to 48 hours non-stop without feeling guilty, and most importantly inefficiently.

I don't believe there is such a thing of Excessive Sleepiness. I sleep about 10 hours a day, and sometimes still feel quite sleepy. But I think I'm just indulging my laziness. If labelled Excessive Sleepiness, I would consider myself as the ILL one, and obstacles will be created for me to enter the NORMAL social sphere. Making a medicine to cure a non-existent illness is just enforcing the idea that feeling lazy is a guilt. O well, maybe some people do have problems with sleeping caused by other medical conditions, but then it doesn't seem a good idea to use another poison.

Once I was given a pillow case on which it printed 'Human waste 1/3 lifetime sleeping'. Sleeping is not a waste of time, it slows down your pace to death, provides another vision of the world which you won't usually remember when you wake up, it regulates your life, and it keeps you alive. You can eat to death, work to death, but unless other things happens the action of sleeping alone wouldn't push you to death.

sigh modern technology, gets more evil everyday!


颠倒的颠。

Cindy says:
听得人欲仙欲死的
Cindy says:
但晚上听他容易失眠

说的是老黄耀明。不知怎么就找到这张划痕斑斑的精选CD.想到现在,这两天,正过的是有点失眠的日子。越来越贪恋黄碧云或者是朱天文,或者激烈下沉的生活,或者浩荡燃烧的青春,都是我依赖的失眠药。老黄上康熙的时候,就说了一下他日夜颠倒的生活方式,大概跟我想的一样,否则怎么能唱出这样不眠的歌。只是妒嫉年级一大把的他,美貌如初,并不见得因为这样的沉浸褪色多少。

而这张专辑,总是让我想起过去老粉用的签名档。那是在千禧之前,他总是说,see you next century. 我现在想的是凌晨5点在空荡的tesco里的会面,非常无俚头的会面,但都是颠了的人。

(《下世纪再嬉戏》 1999年6月)


My boy, his wife and her freedom

To the Corpse Bride on the other end of the world.

Another Tim Burton film, one that makes her feeling stronger, and one that scared the hell out of me.

Actually, it's like any other Tim Burton film: cute, extraordinary, warm, and rewarding cinema experience. Like every other time seeing his films, I got too much involved in the plots. Normally I would squeeze some tears in the end of the film, for the sake of those moving stories. But this time, being put in a quasi-little-mermaid "happy" ending, I was a bit scared to give my tears to that conclusion.

I'm not feeling like writing a consistent review tonight, so let's skip from the creepy plot (for me and half joking), to something I specially specially like in the film.

The very first thing is the length. I had not been very happy about it being so short, i.e. 78 mins, with a typical consumer mentality that the amount of money I pay equates the time I spend in the cinema, before I really had the experience. Then I realized that 78 minutes is a comfortable length. To put it more concretely, within 78 minutes it is very unlikely that you would be urged to go to the loo, within 78 minutes you would not change too many sitting positions that distracts you a lot from the film, for a 78 minutes film you wouldn't worry about it being too late to walk home from the tube station even when you go to the film after dinner, and 78 minutes doesn't seem a big occasion – it's closer to the entertaining nature of films rather than what we would address as 'rituals' or whatever the pundits call these occasions. Someone told me that in the old days 78 minutes is about the standard length of a film. Good old Tim, thank goodness he haven't yet fallen into the international (whether hollywood or not) filming trend.

The second coming feature of my strong liking is the colour. Brightness was endowed to the corpse world, and the living world left only greyness. This might be a misread, but, whatever! The redness on the corpse Bride's lips, the quick glimpse of pink on the living bride's cheeks, and the poison in dark red, they are actually the few impressions left in my mind now.

So, shall we go back to the plot and charactor analysis? Victor didn't struggle to make any decision. He was pushed into situations for three times: the first wedding, the second wedding, and getting back together with Victoria. He made up his own mind for about three times too: telling a lie to Emily in order to get back with Victoria, deciding to die for Emily, and not insisting that decision when alternative way is on offer. Victor isn't the important one. Emily is. And Victoria is trivia. That's what so scary for me. I can't identify myself with Emily, though you are not supposed to relate yourself with any charactor when you are supposed to be 'media-literated'. Old habbit dies hard! Anyway, follow that habbit I locate myself in Victor. I'm the one react to whatever comes up to me, and make pseudo-decisions. But then, I can also be accomodate in the Victoria category as well, empirically. Enough! My mind tells me, enough is enough, stop analysing the plots and charactors, it's unprofessional!

Here I stop. Leave the film for you who read till this bit to judge with your own eyes. Enjoy the Corpse Bride.


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