Spanish or Argentine
Some friends of mine arrived at the Tokyo Narita International Airport today.
One of them is best known for his gigantic blond afro. One can only wonder what a sight that would be. A rather large American boy sporting a head full of blond curly hair, walking among the fine people of Japan.
I've been constantly telling people that he's not going to come back. He's just not. I was just joking, of course, I only wish him well, but for some reason I'm starting to believe that he won't come back at all.
I don't know why or how.
In other news, my grandmother arrived at the Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport today. We waited close to three hours for her. She eventually came, unnoticed. She's a dainty little woman. Measuring about 1.5m, at the least. (About 5 feet. I never understood feet). She walked impossibly fast, and we just caught a slight glimpse of her before she could disappear. So we fetched her and took her home with us.
She's lovely, her name is Flor, which is Spanish for "Flower". It's a very fitting name, she's all hugs and kisses under that small frame.
I remember going to her house sometimes, my mom and I would walk from our house and stay for a while. I would always destroy my grandmother's plants. I really don't know why.
She wouldn't get severely mad, she would just make bread and sugar water. She made the best sugar water in town.
Among her presents today were countless bags of special peanuts, they're covered in some kind of salty corn/caramel mix. They are delicious.
She also brought me the strangest shirt. Written all over is a message which somewhat reads as this: " IT IS ALL HE WANTS.... HE WANTS IS HIS.... ALL.... SAY IT NOW"
It is so fucking weird. But I love it.
Spanish... whenever I pretend that I am Spanish I can calm down a bit. I really don't know why it helps.
I guess I began to feel Spanish after watching a rather awful movie called "Ausentes". It's supposedly a psychological thriller, but it was also a mix of physical thriller (there were knives and hammers thrown about). But mostly it was psychological, or paranormal... I don't know.
The movie is about a family who lives in the city, but after the wife (Julia) loses her job, they move out into a suburban neighborhood that looks too perfect to be true. It's a gated community with white picket fences and all the works. Rather creepy, actually, which is the point. So Julia never sees anyone in this neighborhood, ever. The place is empty. It seems as though her husband and one of his sons are conspiring against her... and then the other son is on her side.
She basically just goes crazy, or is crazy to begin with, because she can't see anyone, and apparently there are actually people there. (I might have just spoiled the movie, but it's not a must-see movie anyway).
I'm probably not getting the whole idea, because I was left incredibly confused by the end of it. There must be something that I didn't get. It's probably not that bad of a movie. It's really creepy, though.
So yes, I guess the point to this pointless review was to say that I felt Spanish afterwards. And I was much calmer.
Think of it as seeing a movie about a Swedish farmer, everything's chill and beautiful... so for a moment, I assume that you'd want to feel like a Swedish farmer, because it's very relaxing (I presume).
I'm not sure that comparison would help explain my point... never mind.
A better Spanish movie that makes me feel both Spanish, relaxed, AND happy is "The Sea Inside". I'd definitely recommend that one. It's based on a true story, about Ramon Sampedro, who at 20 fractured his spine and was left paralyzed from the neck down. He spent the rest of his life in a bed being taken care of by his sister and her husband. He feels strongly about ending his life, because he sees no use for himself (although he does write poems during his paralyzed years, which are later published). But in order to commit suicide he needs assistance. Most of the movie's action revolves around Ramon trying to convince the government to let him die. He receives help from a lawyer who also has physical problems herself.
It's quite inspiring... and it even features a scene where he flies to the ocean, done very beautifully.
So this is one that I would honestly recommend. It's been released in the US, so it should be easy to find.
In other movie news... I have "The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things" ready to watch... but I still haven't watched it. I'm slightly afraid to. I read the book a few weeks ago, and I wasn't as "shocked" or "disturbed" as I thought I would be. I wasn't too drawn to the story either, so I guess I shouldn't be afraid of watching the film.
If anyone has seen it.... words about it?
Argentine... is because I listened to some Tango today and it made me slightly depressed.
Seriously... I have to learn to deal with things so that every little thing doesn't make me depressed. It's ridiculous.
One of them is best known for his gigantic blond afro. One can only wonder what a sight that would be. A rather large American boy sporting a head full of blond curly hair, walking among the fine people of Japan.
I've been constantly telling people that he's not going to come back. He's just not. I was just joking, of course, I only wish him well, but for some reason I'm starting to believe that he won't come back at all.
I don't know why or how.
In other news, my grandmother arrived at the Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport today. We waited close to three hours for her. She eventually came, unnoticed. She's a dainty little woman. Measuring about 1.5m, at the least. (About 5 feet. I never understood feet). She walked impossibly fast, and we just caught a slight glimpse of her before she could disappear. So we fetched her and took her home with us.
She's lovely, her name is Flor, which is Spanish for "Flower". It's a very fitting name, she's all hugs and kisses under that small frame.
I remember going to her house sometimes, my mom and I would walk from our house and stay for a while. I would always destroy my grandmother's plants. I really don't know why.
She wouldn't get severely mad, she would just make bread and sugar water. She made the best sugar water in town.
Among her presents today were countless bags of special peanuts, they're covered in some kind of salty corn/caramel mix. They are delicious.
She also brought me the strangest shirt. Written all over is a message which somewhat reads as this: " IT IS ALL HE WANTS.... HE WANTS IS HIS.... ALL.... SAY IT NOW"
It is so fucking weird. But I love it.
Spanish... whenever I pretend that I am Spanish I can calm down a bit. I really don't know why it helps.
I guess I began to feel Spanish after watching a rather awful movie called "Ausentes". It's supposedly a psychological thriller, but it was also a mix of physical thriller (there were knives and hammers thrown about). But mostly it was psychological, or paranormal... I don't know.
The movie is about a family who lives in the city, but after the wife (Julia) loses her job, they move out into a suburban neighborhood that looks too perfect to be true. It's a gated community with white picket fences and all the works. Rather creepy, actually, which is the point. So Julia never sees anyone in this neighborhood, ever. The place is empty. It seems as though her husband and one of his sons are conspiring against her... and then the other son is on her side.
She basically just goes crazy, or is crazy to begin with, because she can't see anyone, and apparently there are actually people there. (I might have just spoiled the movie, but it's not a must-see movie anyway).
I'm probably not getting the whole idea, because I was left incredibly confused by the end of it. There must be something that I didn't get. It's probably not that bad of a movie. It's really creepy, though.
So yes, I guess the point to this pointless review was to say that I felt Spanish afterwards. And I was much calmer.
Think of it as seeing a movie about a Swedish farmer, everything's chill and beautiful... so for a moment, I assume that you'd want to feel like a Swedish farmer, because it's very relaxing (I presume).
I'm not sure that comparison would help explain my point... never mind.
A better Spanish movie that makes me feel both Spanish, relaxed, AND happy is "The Sea Inside". I'd definitely recommend that one. It's based on a true story, about Ramon Sampedro, who at 20 fractured his spine and was left paralyzed from the neck down. He spent the rest of his life in a bed being taken care of by his sister and her husband. He feels strongly about ending his life, because he sees no use for himself (although he does write poems during his paralyzed years, which are later published). But in order to commit suicide he needs assistance. Most of the movie's action revolves around Ramon trying to convince the government to let him die. He receives help from a lawyer who also has physical problems herself.
It's quite inspiring... and it even features a scene where he flies to the ocean, done very beautifully.
So this is one that I would honestly recommend. It's been released in the US, so it should be easy to find.
In other movie news... I have "The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things" ready to watch... but I still haven't watched it. I'm slightly afraid to. I read the book a few weeks ago, and I wasn't as "shocked" or "disturbed" as I thought I would be. I wasn't too drawn to the story either, so I guess I shouldn't be afraid of watching the film.
If anyone has seen it.... words about it?
Argentine... is because I listened to some Tango today and it made me slightly depressed.
Seriously... I have to learn to deal with things so that every little thing doesn't make me depressed. It's ridiculous.