It’s writing like this that made @ebertchicago my favorite film critic:

Tell me you love me. I love you. Tell me you dont. I dont love you.

By the time this exchange takes place, deep inside Michelangelo Antonionis “LAvventura,” the conversation has nothing to do with love. It is more like an attempt to pass the time–like a game of solitaire, or flipping a coin. There is not even the possibility that the characters are in love, can love, have loved, will love.

via LAvventura Movie Review & Film Summary 1960 | Roger Ebert.

The Sagan Series

This series is perhaps the single-most brilliant thing I saw on YouTube in 2011. Posting the videos here for quick reference.

1. The Frontier Is Everywhere



2. Life Looks For Life



3. A Reassuring Fable



4. Per Aspera Ad Astra



5. SETI – Decide To Listen



6. The Final Shuttle Launch



7. The Long Astronomical Perspective



8. The Gift Of Apollo



The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

“your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.”
– Charles Bukowski


/was reminded of this in a Levi’s ad I stumbled across today:


[awesomeness] is a journey

“What is a journey?A journey is not a trip.It’s not a vacation.It’s a process. A discoveryIt’s a process of self-discoveryA journey brings us face to face with ourselvesA journey shows us not only the world,but how we fit in it.Does the person creates the journey,or does the journey create the person ?The journey is life itselfWhere will life take you?”

a path through dawn and mist

The promise of tomorrow,the promises of yesterday,incline and decline,along this same winding road.The same road led you out your door,to every experience you’ve ever had.The road is a river, its water time,today you stand at the curve.You wonder which way is right.You kneel before the Sun,The light shines through the trees.Your path is lit.– Aditya–

something nothings


something nothings, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.

As a kid you don’t know Louis Vuitton from Armani, Zegna from Gucci, Dolce from Calvin Klein. You do know that the kid blowing bubbles outside the park probably has the best job ever. You don’t know that he’s never going to get every toy Toys ‘r’ Us ever sold. You don’t know he won’t get to go to high school and prep school and get the best education there is.But looking at him, then and there, you imagine he’s got the best job in the World. No beginnings or ends or morals to this story. Like most, it just is.

waiting for the sun


waiting for the sun, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.

When Zarathustra had said these words he became silent, like one who has not yet said his last word; long he weighed his staff in his hand, lost in doubt. At last he spoke thus, and the tone of his voice had changed.Now I go alone, my disciples. You too go now, alone. Thus I want it. Verily, I counsel you: go away from me and resist Zarathustra! And even better: be ashamed of him! Perhaps he deceived you.One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil. You revere me; but what if your reverence tumbles one day? Beware, lest a statue slay you.You say you believe in Zarathustra? But what matters Zarathustra? You are my believers – but what matter all believers? You had not yet sought yourselves: and you found me. Thus do all believers; therefore all faith amounts to so little.Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you. Verily, my brothers, with different eyes shall I then seek my lost ones; with a different love shall I then love you.And once again you shall become my friends and the children of a single hope – and then shall I be with you the third time, that I may celebrate the great noon with you.And that is the great noon when man stands in the middle of his way between beast and the overman, and celebrates his way to the evening as his highest hope for it is the way to a new morning.Then will he who goes under bless himself for being the one who goes over and beyond; and the sun of his knowledge will stand at high noon for him.‘Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live!’ – on that great noon, let this be our last will.Thus spoke Zarathustra.– Also sprach Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche

separating man from myth

“One man caught on a barbed wire fenceOne man he resistOne man washed up on an empty beachOne man betrayed with a kissIn the name of loveWhat more in the name of love”– Pride, U2–sometimes I wonder. Separating the divinity from the man, Jesus Christ still remains an extraordinary figure in history. And I always stop at the crucifixion. Why did he allow himself to be in that position? Surely he could have done more good alive rather than dead? Was he liberating mankind or placing a terrible burden on it?Did he believe in earnest that, if always responding to hate and suffering with absolute and unconditional love, that they would not crucify him, that they would come to their senses? Did he ask the father to forgive them, when he realized that, in their murderous frenzy, their hatred, they saw nothing of the love or suffering, only their false rage?Did he forsee that the symbol of his crucifixion would become a burden of guilt on all to follow? To remember when you felt rage, that rage had already been felt. When you felt hate, that hate had already been felt and dealt with, with love and forgiveness?But here we are today, still not free from that hate or suffering that led to the crucifixion. Repeating mistakes over and over. Was it all futile? Which way is forward?–better larger, on black