Anileve

Ashot, what is that fortress on top of the hill?

I'm pretty sure that there are virtually no members of this board who live in NYC, but I figured I'd post anyway. I'm going to try get there after work, very interested to see if the film is any good. http://moma.org/visit/calendar/film_screenings/9240

Still trying to figure out if there is any objectivity in art. There are many critics and experts who will evaluate, judge and decide whether something qualifies as exceptional art, but how can something so subjective and abstract as a concept be judged in such a strict fashion? On the other hand, I find myself considering some art vulgar and just plain bad. Like those artists who paint boring landscapes on dinner dishes, I mean come on...

What in the world are you blabbering about?

How exactly is that possible? How can you think that he/she is good? Egghhhhh, her voice is that of a cat in heat or a Texas farmer in the cornfield on a scathingly hot day. Come on dude, she is baaaad, and not in a cool way. On the other hand, I'm listening to the spectacular Gato Berbieri's Europa. To me it's the quintessential New York/Manhattan sound on the summer evening crossing the Queens borough bridge. He's one funky dude. Anyone had the pleasure of seeing him perform live? I missed him at the Bluenote. Booo me! He just lets his sax rip like it was the last piece of smoked ham.

Unhappy people are those who haven't found love or have problems with their romantic relationships. They are usually the problematic, cynical, bitter and vindictive ones. It's almost always guaranteed that if the person is an utter jerk it's due to some issues with their romantic issues. People who are happily in love are usually the one who are the kindest and the safest to be around. Basic but accurate.

Italo Calvino "If on a winter's night a traveler." Not really familiar with Italian literature, last time I read something by an Italian author was something written by Umberto Eco. It was very difficult for me to get through his wordy prose, very arduous and at times pretentious. So I never bothered again. Not sure what to make of Calvino. I don't know if I'm a huge fan of abstract writing. Tried to get through jack kerouac and lorca, but couldn't do it. Perhaps I'm not mature enough yet. Last impressionable books were The Fountainhead and Of Human Bondage. Pretty blown away by both. Any other suggestions of some contemporary reads?

I pretty much feel like a villain out of control without any boundaries and boundless writing energy. I would like to resurrect this thread, because I'm in this maniacal mood of doing what I want and because it's my favorite thread of all taime. Vava if you're around please holla! How is your family?

I took physics my last semester of my undergraduate program. I loved it and I did pretty pretty darn well. A-, but still not bad for someone who was so scared of science. In fact, I ended up taking Environmental Science, where I was pretty much a geek. I discovered that I love Biology and I'm quite decent in chemistry. Dissecting living organisms and mixing strange substances was the most fun I had in college. If I had to do my BA again, I would definitely major in science. It's so much more fascinating than history. Needless to say that I love Sci-Fi movies and literature. I have to tackle Dune at some point.

I go through many phases. In general I like phases. I can't remain static, I have a difficult time developing habits and routines. I probably lack discipline. The strange thing about it is that I actually like being that way and can't imagine my life being anything else. Yes, I embrace change and unpredictable outcome, which I will most likely analyze until I am mumbling the solution in my dreams. Even my addictions are temporary. I often feel sad when I'm over them, because I truly enjoy them. I was addicted to smoking. I enjoyed the sheer pleasure of inhaling the rancid smoke of a single fag, usually sitting by the window of my room in my mother's home, looking at the tree branches blocking the view of the courtyard. I enjoyed waking up with a hearty cough of a 90 year old woman with a hoarse voice and pruned skin. I enjoyed it until I couldn't enjoy it anymore because it was time to move on. So I became de-addicted. Several other addictions later I am addicted to Lost. As usual it took me a very long time to catch up to the buzz, the new trendy thing in the world, but this time I was at least able to get addicted while the show is still in progress. Now my addiction is about to end, since the last episode of the show is to be aired in May. I feel really sad. I need a new fix. I need a new addiction. How else am I going to catch a glimpse of Jack Sheppard's loose breasts. What else can I get addicted to? Perhaps I can start collecting foodstamps?

What can really be said of this....whatever it is... Why, just why do they keep making this crap? Are there no talented or at least creative people left in the Armenian film industry? How is it possible that they keep making trash over and over again? The well isn't just dry, it's like it's turned into a sewage. And then again, that fork flip at the end and that delicate laugh is worth 10,000 crappy shows like this one.

The man's a retard. The armenian banjo man that is.

Oh my god, Azat this song is forever ruined for me. Thanks a lot. KD scares the shi#$%t out of me.

Great reflections are timeless Sip dzyadza.

Che ha, inch erexeq? Yes der erexayem, yerp vor metsanam et jam erexeqneri masin kmtatsem. Qeri Edik, vontsek? How is the life of relaxation and luxury? Still eating and traveling in style? How is Armat doing?