‘If you grow up in Switzerland, with it’s hard core democracy, then you travel, you realise we have reached our limitations – the popular vote is not an expression of freedom any more but the manipulation of an agenda by the political class and politics is just a game played among politicians.’ – Jaques Herzon,Continue reading “Jaques Herzog. 25 Mar 2010.”
Monthly Archives: March 2010
Long May You Run. 21 Mar 2010.
Maybe the Beach Boys have got you now, With those waves singing ‘Caroline… Caroline No’, Rolling down that empty ocean road, Get into the surf on time, Long May You Run, Long May You Run, Although these changes have come, With your chrome heart shining in the sun, Long May You Run. -Neil Young
Bermuda International FF. 13 Mar 2010.
‘chasing KEINO’ will screen at 6:30PM, 19 March, at the Bermuda International Film Festival. My friend, David Binder’s film ‘Calling My Children’ will screen there too. I met David at the San Diego Black Film Festival where both of our films screened in January 2010. The Bermuda International Film Festival 2010 is a qualifier forContinue reading “Bermuda International FF. 13 Mar 2010.”
Avonshireville-on-Stratford? 12 Mar 2101.
Maybe. Definitely a Comet.
Ancients, anyone? 12 Mar 2010.
FADE UP: NARRATOR (V.O) And I had done an hellish thing, And it would work ’em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird, That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God’s ownContinue reading “Ancients, anyone? 12 Mar 2010.”
Bluebird of Englishers? 10 Mar 2010.
It is neither the Bluebird of happiness or the national bird of England. We, of course, know that to be the European Robin. It is a Idaho Pileated Woodpecker seeking refuge from a snowstorm under a tree at a friends house. The other snap is of my friends from the UK. They are watching myContinue reading “Bluebird of Englishers? 10 Mar 2010.”
Mr Potzer directs. 8 Mar 2010.
My friend Aldo Muira was in town. So we met and discussed all things filmic – leading to the conclusion that he was, as Stanley Kubrick once said, a potzer. ¡Arrivederci Roma! ¡¡(You Potzerria)!!