Friday, May 24, 2013

The worst movies I've ever seen

1. City of Angels
Nicholas Cage moping for  one, two hours.  I think somebody died or something.  I walked out, although I waited for it to be over first.  You see, I would watch anything. 
Who cares?
 2. The Blair Witch Project.
Summer of 1999 - Remember?  This film was supposed to be scary, "different", realistic, all sorts of (wasted) adjectives.  Instead it was nothing.  I sat there in the theater with a dozen other interns and the film was over, rolling the credits, and I was dumbfounded.  

3 a b c. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars
I tried and failed to watch these.  I recall sleeping hard through these ones.  Lord of the Rings I borrowed a DVD for a week and still slept through.

4.  Mr. and Mrs.
Nigeria celebrates an actress named Nse Ikpe.  I assume she's a feminist, or a self-respecting female human being.  So it's unforgivable that she'd play the Mrs in this film - a woman who lets her cute little husband grossly demean and mistreat her and then cries all the time instead of taking charge.  I wanted to kill her and kill myself and kill all the appreciative viewers in the movie theater who somehow thought this was realistic and maybe even empowering.
I understand that this story of great suffering and endurance by a wife, with eventual vindication and status, is common in Nollywood.  I have seen a few good Nolly films - Inale, Tango With Me, Saworoide and several Yoruba films, even Figurine.  Mr. and Mrs. was an unpleasant surprise, because I thought only the good ones made it to theaters. 

5. Saw
It's a series of sensational horror scenes without a story arc.  I quit after about 10 minutes.  So far a man and woman had chopped off progressively larger body parts - e.g. saw off own arm and quickly add to the weighing scale.  The loser would be killed by the monstrous person who set up the contest. 

What are some of your worst film-watching experiences?

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Renaissance-guy Victor Ehikhamenor


I found this excellent Victor Ehikhamenor interview on SamUmukoro.com.  VE is a talented creative writer, celebrated visual artist, design expert and culture buff who wants to institute a great museum someday.  I like telling people I know him.
Read the FULL  INTERVIEW (two pages).  Excerpts:

SU: What inspired you to put together your articles into the book Excuse Me!?
VICTOR EHIKHAMENOR: There were a few inspirations or should I say reasons. One of them was that the articles which appeared under my weekly column at the now defunct NEXT newspapers and its online arm, www.234next.com, suddenly disappeared from the web. When the newspaper folded, the articles were no longer available online for people who needed to access them. I also couldn’t do so whenever I wanted to reference them and that became a concern for me. I did not want a situation where the articles will forever be lost, like ashes in a whirlwind. So I decided to repackage them, because there are many roads that lead to a farm. There is also the tradition of writers harnessing their columns into a book; it’s like bringing all your stuff under one roof. Dave Barry, the American humor columnist, has so many books based on his syndicated column; Ken Saro-Wiwa did it with his Simila articles that appeared in the old Daily Times, and many others. It was also a way of catering to my avid readers and loyal fans who kept asking about Excuse Me!

SU: You are also a fine artist, and once described yourself as a figurative-abstractionist. What does that mean and why do you hate taming your style?
VICTOR EHIKHAMENOR: It means I am most likely not just going to drop a two centimetre dot on a large canvas or weave a large bogus narrative around a dot. When you look at my painting, you will see figures, some recognizable, some not. My works are a menagerie of different things, a representative magical realism, if you wish to call it that. I work in a way that you discover something new about it every day. Why I hate taming my style is because as a people, we enjoy the robustness of a story and I paint with so much zeal, like a frenzied story teller. My paintings are a story - folktales, myths, mystery, history and many more. And those themes don’t lend themselves to timidity or tameness. When a strong idea hits me hard, I respond with the same velocity and go haywire on canvas, paper or any available plain surface with a child-like exuberance.

SU: Why did you leave USA for Nigeria?
VICTOR EHIKHAMENOR: Multiple reasons, some serious, some funny. But there is a saying in my village that, no matter how comfortable it is a farmer should never let his rest under a shaded tree become permanent. Nigeria is home and America is house. Difference dey. As I grew older, that fleeting thought of “you are contributing one way or the other to the greatness of an already great country, while yours is going to the dogs” became rampant. I began to get very restive about the whole idea of remaining in a comfort zone. I also began to realize that Nigeria was no longer what it was when I first decided to leave. My friends who were visiting from Nigeria no longer wanted to stay back. When the opportunity came in 2008 for me to come and be the creative director for NEXT newspapers, I did not think twice. I packed my bags and left America. I have never looked back since because I am happier among my people and I feel I am contributing something to the greatness this country deserves.




SU: While writing or painting, do you take drugs, smoke marijuana or drink alcohol to fire up your creative imagination?
VICTOR EHIKHAMENOR: I was born high. I curtail my ‘highness’ and restlessness with my multiple creative endeavours. So as you can see, if I get any ‘higher’, I probably would be useless to myself and the society. Also, I would be insulting God who created me the way I am if I take substances to get creative. Let me tell you a quick true life story about marijuana: when I was growing up, most people who smoked marijuana in my village were way too high that some forgot to cut their hair, tend their farms or even live a normal life. If you like, you can call that madness. So, every now and then, your parent would point to one cool guy enjoying his spliff openly under a mango tree, with his clothes hanging from a nearby branch, and say to you, “You wan lost abi, you nor wan read book abi, ok…if you like go dey smoke morocco (marijuana) like that man”. So over the years, to keep my trousers on my waist, I knew not to experiment with marijuana or drugs. I don’t have issue with any of my creative friends who smoke marijuana to get inspiration or any reason whatsoever; it is just not my thing. 

Source

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Where I work

This is a set of pictures taken around campus April - September 2012
Driveway
Driveway and bell tower
Deadwood

Same Deadwood, same day
More...
Under the orange tree


Caterpillar on snail on wall
 
Band rehearsal

The students call it Brick City (or Brixcity), and their favourite place (for the boys at least) is the sports field. I forgot to get a picture of that.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Why stop at 15? Twenty, twenty-five...minus-five...

April 1993, twenty years ago, we might have been in two rows of three in front of our JS3 classroom, with Mademoiselle Okwesa spot-testing us - short essays, le passe compose, and all we needed to finish before our JSCE in May/June.  Only six students (Elesie, Ebiaye, Bunmi Jackson, Chika Ojinna, Ronke O? or Eniola O? and me - correct me if I'm wrong) because 90% of the class chose Physical Education (of PE/French/Arabic).
We had the good teacher now (well-trained and dearly loved), a small class (which never happened except if you took Music - of Music/FineArt) so of course French period was a treasured time.
Had to review three years of schoolwork for JSCE; some of my notebooks had a nasty two-year-old-fish-smell because sardine oil had poured on them once when I tried to hide the contraband in my pigeon-hole at the back of the class. I was in boarding school, thank God, every day of my secondary school's 5 1/2 years.
Now for the holidays: My family lived in Gowon Estate, there was a nine-month-old baby.  He was the first boy, very physical - he crawled up the green-carpet stairs and propelled himself back down by galloping on his bum.  Aunt Shade took care of him, I found the baby a distraction from my studies.  He used to pick up shiny things - a cockroach, earrings, and store them in a "treasure chest" like the green wastebasket at the top of the stairs or under the seat cushion - also green.
Mum was dangerously scarily hot-tempered, I loved Jesus.  I was "a" born-again, went to Protestant service in school, I'd read Delivered From The Powers of Darkness.   I had also read Everywoman (gynaecology) which meant I could talk in class during prep when more mature girls were debating adult stuff.

1988, the twins were little.  We lived in TinCan Island Estate in an airy house (Number 28) left by the German workers.  The twins liked chasing each other round and round the house.  My aunts tried to stop one from sucking her thumb and the other from sucking her tongue.
Mrs Ogu was our class teacher and I was nicknamed Little Tosin Careless, after Little Connie Careless in our Enid Blyton reader.  I think embarrassing the child as strongly as possible was supposed to help her change.  Mum beating the crap out of me worked better.  I can't lose or forget a thing now - like I carried the same wallet for a decade before misplacing it on a bus in '08.
Ekemini and Kenechi were best friends before I arrived in their class, but I sort of adopted them, I was the third extra friend.  I wasn't good at playing, I didn't really know the games during break time and really wanted to learn and to play with passion.  Only few days I really played, not sure why.
I was probably first in class (I think it was 2nd, 1st, 1st the three terms of Primary Four - I could check this later.)  Ekemini was the Roger (Federer) then along came Rafa (Nadal) that's how I put it one day twenty years later when she (amazing heart, she's a doctor, still very beautiful) hosted me for a few hours in Abuja.  Ekemini is Pisces and Kenechi is Scorpio.  Me Taurus.  The youngest child in the class, probably.
Kenneth Egboh's big sister Ngozi made me her schooldaughter, and many of her Primary Six classmates adopted many of my classmates.  They were tall girls, man, they seemed really big.    
At home we had a sculpted wooden scorpion and a bull head pinned to the large sitting-room cabinet to represent Taurus and Scorpio.  All the six family members were one of the two signs, if you didn't count my aunt - Pisces, my uncle - Sagittarius , and house helps who probably didn't have birthdays.  Me and my dad were team Taurus beset by the dangerous scorpions.

1983 - now we're going back thirty years.  I can't say I remember anything from this time.  There was Bazooka Joe chewing gum with the comic stuff on it, but even that was probably '84.  There was the radio in pidgin English.  There was the time I had apollo (conjuctivitis) and my parents were together in a kitchen or other dark room with a lamp burning and they squeezed onions in my eyes to help me heal it.  They had to beg and cajole for me to stay still because I didn't want any painful onion juice.  There was a visit by some 'cousins' and a lot of play.  We lived in Ilaje/Yaba or so at the time and the floor was bare cement.  There was sharing a bathtub with my mum, no fear of mum at all.  (For all I know this was as late as '85.)  She says I really really loved water.  April 1983, my artist sister would have been about the size of a chicken egg.  
A foetus at 10 weeks
2013 - I'm almost at the point of no-fear-of-mum again, but dreams remind me...   I'm on my laptop computer as usual, ruining my eyes.  When people ask "where do you see yourself five years from now?" - how the hell should I know? 
My Fulani raffia baskets and Hausa leather cushion
I recently bought some poster colour and a sketch book.  This is an impression I did of my my room wall on April 3rd 2013.  In real life the wall is not brightly coloured but the cushion is really lovely. 

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Five, ten, fifteen

Five years ago I had a job in Cairo.  Four days a week in the top floor of this cool suite at the very top of a business building in Dokki.  Liked ordering lunch at work, three-day weekends watching tennis, side gig modeling for this artist guy, walking around town running into flower shops and nut shops (pistachios) and museums, sampling koshary and meeting people.  Did not like the mugamma, bureaucracy in the heart of town (near Tahrir) where I had to get visa extensions, travel permissions, etc
On my wall April 9th 2008
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Five years before that April 4th 2003 I took my qualifying exams again.  This time I actually had to drill for the exam as opposed to just studying a lot around the topics.  Thanks to everyone who helped me prep; you would fail without pointed prep for this exam.  I hated having to work so hard for zero psychic reward. 
At the tests, I did a decent job maybe, at least I didn't just spend the entire hour repeating "I don't know" like the first time.  Then I sent an email invite to friends for a little get-together and went off with Sid to get stuff for a party at my apartment.  
On my wall on April 4th 2003
Had music and cartoons and drinks and nibbles and good people.  All the ingredients for a good evening of dancing.  Brought wine and cake for the colleagues the next Monday.  Crazy me insisted on being this sorta pretty, happy, clueless thing.
In two weeks, April 18th 2003 there was my favourite day of the Caltech school year - the Int'l Food Fair.  Afterwards I met this "kid" - he looked young to me - named Peter at this salsa place I agreed to go to with Corinne and the other salseros.  I would never go out, normally, except that I had just conditionally passed and felt free to waste a little time.
Salsa club night would have been a great time to get the guy I liked who had tried to "talk to me" at Lisa's birthday party where I'd had to explain that I had this thing coming up in two months which left me with no time at all and I would be free after that.  So I'm at salsa place trying to get his attention while he's running after some silly girl :) but there's this other person Peter not my type at all who tries to get my attention and he's not completely bad in fact he's a wonderful guy and we survive four months before this bird has to fly again.  Four months of fun and screw studying because I need a break.  Hard to think all this was TEN years ago. ------
Five years before that, I was in Washington DC, at the real HU. At this time guess I was fresh in America ready to work like a maniac for the A's.  If I had to take the Metro to get a haircut I took my Calculus with me and didn't just read the book like I read math nowadays, I had a pen and notebook to work out problems. 
My roommate L didn't have those worries, she painted her nails all day, this woman had pre-shower rituals and post-shower rituals and best friends and boys and shopping and events.  I thought she was such a slacker.  She thought I was such an African lol.
Biggest challenge I had was passing the 1.5 mile run at ROTC.  It seemed everybody else could manage the physical fitness tests (PFT - you know how the military love acronyms) and run.  But me, even the thought of going that many times round the track was intimidating.  My suite-mate Tara said "focus on your breathing" and suggested staircase climbing inside my building to build endurance, which was great because I could skip the cold outside which was one of key my objectives in life at the time.
So April 1998 I think I managed to do the run in only twice the fastest guy's time (yaaay!) and even if I did rubbish on the pull ups, push ups, sit ups etc. still sorta passed.  Got congratulations too, not conditions.

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

The 2015 elections are going to be sold, fo'sure

I live in Lagos.  My landlady can't read.  She runs a stall down the street, selling oil and some foodstuff.  She prays a lot.  I like greeting her, she prays well for me.

Today when I told her I was going to buy a newspaper, she asked me to tell her what was in it.  "What is new in the country?" she asked, but it didn't take her two minutes to lose interest.  The woman didn't know what ACN was.  She seemed to have heard of something called PDP before.  I tried to explain broom, umbrella, ... she decided to buy some akara.
If an urban woman can be so out of the loop, just imagine what policy analysis informs the votes in Zamfara State, for instance.  Our "democratic" system proceeds with no input from this woman, except for her prayers that God deliver the mekunu (proletariat) from the hands of the oppressors. 

But madam - I think inwardly - you really can't be that poor, I pay you rent, as do many others.  But it's not really money that separates the classes in contemporary culture, is it?  It's something like access, or information. 

In this scenario, we can work to deepen democracy yes.  In fact, everyone should see the need to play an active role, not wait for me to do it for you. 
But we can't take away the reality that in the short term, definitely in the coming election season, gimmicks will move votes more than any policy. 

Monday, April 01, 2013

Mahjong Titans and Chinese Culture



My experience with computer-based Mahjong and Chinese culture
by Tosin Otitoju

I like to play Mahjong Titans on my computer.  Not only that, I have been analyzing my play and posting advice online for other players of Mahjong.  

According to Wikipedia, Mahjong Titans is a computer version of Mahjong Solitaire developed for use on modern Windows machines.  Mahjong Solitaire appears to be any matching game in which the objects that are matched are not cards, but Mahjong tiles.

What are Mahjong tiles?  Traditionally used in the four-player Chinese games of Mahjong/Mahjonng, these tiles are in groups ranging from bamboo to winds and flowers. 

Some of the tiles are one circle, two circles, with circles three to nine also.  There are also bamboo tiles (sticks) from one to nine.  The one bamboo has a bird on the bamboo pole, so it can be called the bird tile.  The bird is one of the most conspicuous of the Mahjong tiles. 

The other most obvious tiles in my view are the flowers.  According to Wikipedia, the four types of flowers used in Mahjong are Plums, Orchids, Chrysanthemums, and Bamboo. 

Chinese love chrysanthemums, called mums.  Ancient paintings and poems from China use the mum a lot, and we also know of the interest in the mild mum tea.  Did you know that the four flowers are even more formal in their significance to Chinese art?  They are called the Four Gentlemen, and they represent a season each: chrysanthemums in autumn, winter plum, spring orchids, and bamboo for summer. 

There are some tiles that are referred to as character tiles.  To be honest, I have names for them which I use when matching them in play – dash, two dashes, three dashes, head, ‘sth’ - something, walking man, X, and Pi, the last is still unnamed.  This list of names is based on how the tiles look to me.  The tile set used in my current version of Mahjong Titans uses a number and tally-sticks for these character tiles.  Since I can’t understand Chinese characters, this system makes it easier for me to work with the tiles. 

Since Chinese characters are pictorial, it should be easy for an interested person to learn the symbols that represent words and ideas in the language.  On the other hand, there are thousands of these symbols in Chinese, so it is not so easy. 

In any set of mahjong tiles, you will notice a set of three beautiful tiles called the dragons.  There are red dragons, green dragons and black dragons.  Historically, they were red, green, and white – the white dragon being represented abstractly by a rectangle of sorts and the red dragon looking much like a sword.  However, my current version of the game has pictures of dragons.  Again, this is easier for me as a non-Chinese-speaking player.

Clearly, the Chinese revere dragons.  They are prominent at Chinese restaurants, in Chinese New year celebrations, and everybody knows about the year of the dragon in Chinese astrology.

Of course we know that some non-Chinese mythologies also employ fire-breathing, scale covered, giant beasts that look like Chinese dragons.  Think about the Western stories of knights saving damsels and princesses from burning castles or prisons – the girls were often guarded by dragons, and by ‘slaying the dragon,’ such a knight achieves a great feat.  The reward is elevation to great respect and likely the option to marry the precious girl. 

But in China, what does the dragon signify?  From the times of the Zhou dynasty and the Qin dynasty, the dragon was the symbol of the Emperor of China.  Fast forward two or three thousand years, and Wikipedia observes that “in Chinese daily language, excellent and outstanding people are compared to the dragon.” 

To complete the set of Mahjong tiles are the wind tiles and the season tiles.  

The four winds are denoted North, South, East, and West.  Visually, they are dramatic and energizing.  In Mahjong titans, they also have colours associated with them and one corner of each tile is marked with a letter N, S, E, or W for cardinal direction. 

The season tiles are autumn, winter, spring, and summer.  While there are four of most tile types, there is one of each flower tile and one of each season tile in a Mahjong titans layout. 

Mahjong Titans is included standard with most PCs, including Windows 7.  I have also played the game on a Linux computer, so you may be able to install a version suited to your computer’s operating system.  You can also play some versions of Mahjong solitaire online. 

You don’t need to know all about the tiles to try your hands at the game. 

To play, simply match the tiles (in pairs) and they disappear, until all the tiles have been matched.  The game would not be exciting if it was so uncomplicated.  Therefore, the catch is that an obstructed tile is not available for matching; you must first remove the tile(s) blocking it.  In some cases you will lose the game – when you have no matches available with some tiles left on the board. 

About a year ago, I started to study my performance of Mahjong solitaire.  Using the data stored on the software of my top five scores in each layout, I sought to discover how difficult the game is, if I was playing well, if I could improve my play, and such standard questions of game analysis.  I have posted many of my observations on my mathematics blog at www.xbubbler.blogspot.com . 

In the most popular configuration / layout of Mahjong solitaire, which is called turtle, I have improved from winning about 1 in 3 games (35%) to winning more than 2 in 3 (70%) by adopting right strategy.  This strategy is what I have called: focusing on The Blast Zone.  The line that runs horizontally through the middle of the turtle is what I have called the blast zone.  To win, one must focus on matching as much as possible the tiles from this zone while ignoring the tiles in other zones, relatively speaking. 

This discovery goes to the heart of why the Chinese invented these Mahjong games.  Games are an enjoyable past-time; but they are also educational tools.  In ancient China, strategy was a highly valued skill and an important part of the education of nobles. 

To see this, consider popular Chinese literature.  The Art of War is a popular read used to train soldiers and businesspersons across the world on clear-headed problem-solving and decision-making.  From the words of its ancient author Sun Tzu in The Art of War, one can see the importance this civilization placed on good strategy in war and leadership. 

This deep respect for strategy is also clear from Chinese war movies such as Battle of Wits.  In this delightful film, a Chinese village was going to be attacked by a very large army, but with the arrival of a highly-trained special agent, the villagers were able to win victory.  This was because of the application of knowledge and strategy. 

Wars may not always be won by brute force, but by application of force at the weakest point.  Conversely, in Mahjong titans, the game is won by applying the maximum force at the zone of most resistance.  Both examples show that power without wisdom can only result in failure. 

I became very interested in the Chinese war film genre after watching Red Cliff a few years ago.  It was a film utterly concerned with battle-planning based on careful consideration of own resources, enemy resources, and even the weather, terrain, and other aspects of the physical and social environment. 

One of the actors in Red Cliff that I have enjoyed watching subsequently is Takeshi Kaneshiro.  Clearly, this is not a Chinese name.  It turns out that this handsome actor is part-Japanese.  When I consider the success of this actor in portraying historical and iconic Chinese characters, what comes to my mind is the similarity between Chinese and Japanese people and the irony of war between brothers – that war so often arises between those most closely related. 

Consider the shared Confucian philosophy between China and Japan.  Consider too, the shared genetics that make both peoples appear quite alike.  The written forms of their languages share a similar appearance.  And yet, between both countries is a bloody history and tense diplomatic relations.  Perhaps China and Japan could consider shared cultural pursuits?  In the film industry at least, it seems that these two great nations are friendly and united. 

When I was an engineering student in a top technology institute in America, I noticed that people from Hong Kong, from the Chinese mainland, from Taiwan, Korea, and Japan sometimes considered themselves to have important differences.  Over time however, their similar challenges as immigrants, coupled with their shared values – stoic hardwork, devotion to study, to family, and to privacy – meant that they forged good friendships.  So while I saw first-hand some of the inherited hostilities between various East Asian people, happily I also saw many cross-boundary friendships. 

Students from China are successful at entering, and then graduating from, such elite programs of study.  Someone joked that having learned thousands of characters as children to gain basic language literacy, they are well prepared for the rigours of advanced mathematics, science, and engineering.  More likely, it is their work ethic, and their habit of co-operating that results in their continued high performance.

China is known for the invention of printing, paper, gunpowder, and the compass – canonized as the Four Great Inventions.  Chinese ingenuity continues into the present day.  My sister who loves fashion enjoyed shopping in China where factories currently produce excess amounts of clothing for the world’s consumption.  In fact, China is currently the manufacturing center of the world.  Through higher education also, Chinese citizens have been heavily involved in the high-tech industries. 

Although it is clear that China can do research and development and manufacturing, few understand the role of Chinese culture in recreational mathematics.  I am very glad to be able to introduce people to the joy of maths and strategy using Mahjong solitaire.  Furthermore, my published hints on playing the game have yielded around 800 visits to my blog site, or 1 in 4 visits to the blog, in the past twelve months.  This shows that the world is interested in this little Chinese game.

Should you choose to play Mahjong titans, my preliminary findings show that the easiest layouts (assuming random matching without a clear strategy) are Cat and Crab.  The other four styles – Spider, Fortress, Dragon, and Turtle – can be won almost exclusively when your strategy is correct.  To win these, you should understand the lines of dependency in the layouts, and attack at the thickest points.  This makes the difference between winning and losing these games.  My blog shows you such strategies. 

Once you have learned to win, your next concern may be raising your score.  On my blog www.xbubbler.blogspot.com , I share a hint from the scoring rules of traditional Mahjong: you can raise your score by matching two identical pairs (the same group of tiles) at once.   This appears to be relevant for Mahjong Titans, since I have steadily raised my score using this hint.  Now, I have also read at a different site about a scoring system that values some tiles (Season, Flower, Dragon) more highly than the common tiles.  This is interesting.  I look forward to trying the game with this new knowledge and recording/analyzing my results.  

Having watched an interesting documentary video clip about the history of Mahjong, I also look forward to trying the traditional Mahjong game, the version popular throughout East Asia and known in China for centuries.  Someday, I hope to enjoy other aspects of Chinese culture: the architecture and archaeology, music and theater, and certainly the food. 

References:

Flowers as Four Gentlemen: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Gentlemen
Pictures of all the Mahjong Tiles: http://www.mahjongdragon.com/mahjong_layout.php
Actor – Takeshi Kaneshiro: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takeshi_Kaneshiro
CCTV – Mahjong history: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKGhYRv9-mY 
Mahjong (traditional): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahjong
My Blog – Observations and Hints for playing Mahjong titans: www.xbubbler.blogspot.com

I wrote this essay in September 2012 for a Chinese tourism outreach effort called "Window of Shanghai."  Find my latest comments on playing Mahjong Titans here.   

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Sunday, March 31, 2013

God is in a good story

What if I found more "God" in watching Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame last night than in attending church service today?

One almost takes for granted the magic of animation, and of a good story loved and retold over the decades.  My now 20-year-old brother really loved it when you read his Quasimodos and Esmeraldas to him from his Hunchback picture book.  After Curious George, that must have been his favourite.

Now I'm watching The Hunchback Part II.  This long Easter weekend, I've also seen Pocahontas and the sequel.  12 movies for 200 Naira - I'll never get over that magic!

Meanwhile, it's Easter Sunday 2013 and I've finally visited one of the megachurches in my neighbourhood. Here's the report:
Big place, shiny and organized, good choir.  
People dancing so it's better than the night-club where sometimes folks just spend money hanging out and don't really dance.  
Outing got me thinking about the black church (USA) and in particular Howard University's Rankin Chapel and the Gospel Choir.  
Howard chapel - elevating. This church - uninteresting.  My mind wasn't there. 

Saturday, March 30, 2013

The Colours of Arabia, Gold

Two of my poems have joined the gorgeous selection at Cyclamens and Swords. I think they have great taste over at C&S, so I am in celebratory mode.

If you haven't the time for poetry, please visit the selected artwork on their site.
You really must.  See Current, and Previous issues.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Hilarious video: Hello professor


There's more...Now I know how I'm going to burn the rest of my internet allocation for the month.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Top movies and cutest actors

I'll try to name my best films.  In categories of course. 
Best Action 
Inception (winner) 
Alexander

Best Romance
Becoming Jane (winner)
Leap Year

Best Drama
Arven (winner)
The Devil Wears Prada

Cutest women in film 
Genevieve Nnaji (winner) 
Catherine Zeta-Jones 
Julianne Moore

Most adorable screen actors
Eric Bana (winner)
Wentworth Miller
Adrienne Grenier

So many other cool romances I can think of...Sense and Sensibility, A Single Man, The Breakup...  Like I said, love is sorta sad

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Let's all go to the movies!

and then I decided to find my top 10 ever but that was so hard that I tried top 50 and got stuck because memory can't be so trusted until great idea to use categories - like the Oscars - which really helped.

Best Soundtrack: 
Dharam Veer (winner)
De-Lovely
Kissing Jessica Stein

Best Visual Presentation
Avatar (winner)
Bend it like Beckham

Best Storyline
Ratatouille (winner)
Saworoide
Surf's Up

Best Actress
Joke Silva (winner)
Rihanna

Best Actor
Leonardo di Caprio (winner)
Eddie Murphy

Tomorrow, I'll tell you my favourite movies and which actors I find most adorable. 

Friday, March 15, 2013

Iram's TEDxYouth@Caltech talk


By Iram Parveen Bilal, the director of Josh (Against the Grain).

She says:
0. Critics call me confused, I call myself well-rounded.
1. Find out who you are internally - the unique you.
2. Figure out the external world.
3. Putting yourself in "uncomfortable" situations helps you do these things: new experiences help you discover you, and travelling helps you know the world.
4. All this makes you a happier person that is more fitted to creating a happier world.  

I acted in her first demo/assignment of film school.  We really have to do something together again. 

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

L'amour

Love is tragic -
you don't know this, you're not ready. 
Love is comic too -
remember to laugh. 

Make fun of love,
loathe, fear,
embrace it. 

Love is
physics. 

Force.

I just watched W.E., a film by Madonna.  Good film.  Guess which other film was good?  In the Land of Blood and Honey, directed by Angelina Jolie.  I really should do a film ;)  In other news, I just watched four-and-a-half seasons of Entourage

Saturday, January 19, 2013

That's All - the original

The best song by Le'mmon in my opinion is this one.
It used to be called Fucking That's All, then just That's All, then the chorus and title were changed to Lovin' That's All (because you don't want to anger delicate ladies) then the song was retired completely and some crap compromise song given the same title.
So, yeah, as K'Naan said, it's not easy to want to get airplay and yet want to sing from the heart.  But many times, the songs that are true are the ones that will "connect" and become unforgettable. 

Pre-Lengoma Songlist
1- The Original, Uncut, That's All
2- People Change
3- Radio
4- Have You Seen Her
5- Celebrate
6- Sweat
7- Unbelievable (vid)
The first four or so are really nice songs, even if nobody cares about them.
Vincent Le'mmon Osuagwu
Thank God, he also has a booty-shake video and stuff too, so he can pay the bills, lol.

Rejected by All (Mixtape) songlist:
1 – F***ing Thats All
2 – Sounds Right
3- Lengoma (video)
4 – Pimp Blues
5 – Lust
6 – Sweet Dreams
7 – Immortality
8 – She Wants Ft Phenom

I mentioned Le'mmon before, here.

Friday, January 18, 2013

I'm stealing this


Opinion: Censoring Myself for Success 
By K’NAAN
Published: December 8, 2012

HERE is a story about fame. I heard it first as a fable in Somalia, before living it out in America.
The fox, they say, once had an elegant walk, for which the other animals loved him. One day, he saw a prophet striding along and decided to improve on what was already beautiful. He set out walking but could not match the prophet’s gait. Worse, he forgot his own. So he was left with the unremarkable way the fox walks today. 
K'Naan
Right now, the pressures of the music industry encourage me to change the walk of my songs. When I write from the deepest part of my heart, my advisers say, I remind people too much of Somalia, which I escaped as a boy. My audience is in America, so my songs should reflect the land where I have chosen to live and work.

They have a point. A musician’s songs are not just his own; he shares them with an audience. Still, Somalia is where my life and poetry began. It is my walk. And I don’t want to lose it. Or stifle it. Or censor it in the name of marketing.

I first saw censorship as a child in Mogadishu, walking into my home’s courtyard one day and hearing a radio hushed nearly to silence. The adults hovered around, listening to a song. And I asked why one song had to be played at a whisper while another could blast through the house.

A war was going on, I was told, and some songs had meanings the government did not want deciphered. Those “anti songs” were different from love songs, or folk songs. You had to take care in dressing the words. In love songs, words could preen in bright colors; in anti songs, they attacked in camouflage. 

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Food right now

I'm hungry so I think it'll be crackers and nutella right now. 
Yum.  

No light since yesterday, but NEPA was so good last week.  I recognize this stunt, there may be no light for a while.  And to think I just bought a kilo of chicken yesterday - gotta do something about the chicken before it spoils.  Eat it?  Well, at least cook. 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Rhythm and Dunes

Some more music I like:
Aboki
Ice Prince is a leading Naijapop / hip-hop artiste.
Best known for Oleku (2010), but I like Aboki better. 

Bad Girls

M.I.A. is a world-music / pop diva of Sri-Lankan heritage. 
Best known for the song from the Slumdog Millionaire film.