C´était un rendez

On an August morning in 1978, French filmmaker Claude Lelouch mounted a gyro-stabilized camera to the bumper of a Ferrari 275 GTB and had a friend, a professional Formula 1 racer, drive at breakneck speed through the heart of Paris. The film was limited for technical reasons to 10 minutes; the course was from Porte Dauphine, through the Louvre, to the Basilica of Sacre Coeur.


No streets were closed, for Lelouch was unable to obtain a permit.


The driver completed the course in about 9 minutes, reaching nearly 140 MPH in some stretches. The footage reveals him running real red lights, nearly hitting real pedestrians, and driving the wrong way up real one-way streets.


Upon showing the film in public for the first time, Lelouch was arrested. He has never revealed the identity of the driver, and the film went underground until a DVD release a few years ago

Monday night 9/26/06

The whore of couch II

Our dorm room, the couch and Joshua fast asleep.

The whore of a couch

Sometimes people can be strange, sometimes people can be confusing, sometimes people can lay idle awaiting for an answer that never comes because they never speak up in the first place. And sometimes people can just let people sit all over them, like a whore of a couch.

Mhm

Deleted excerpt from my short story: "Timeless Quandray"

“Why do they hate me?”
“Because you’re different dear, that’s the only reason people hate people. It’s how the world often chooses to deal with dissimilarity.”
Marek spoke up.
“It isn’t culture or societies or the media or anything like that which changes discrimination anymore though.”
Su Li looked at Marek, narrowing her eyes in distrust.
“What do you mean?” She said, her tone stressed with annoyance.
“I’m just saying what decides racism is the times,” Marek said, crossing his arms again looking back outside. Su Li slumped into Hisao’s lap almost lifelessly.
"Well then the times are always wrong."