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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

New Game

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 7:59 PM

From Wikipedia —

"The game, which features psychological, spiritual,
and thriller elements, is centered around questions
about what happens after death…. The game's
producer noted that players might be able to find out
'what lies beyond' after playing it….

… Beyond  was the final project of composer 
Normand Corbeil, who died of pancreatic cancer
on 25 January 2013."

For related material from 25 January 2013, see

A Touch of Glass.

For such a touch, instead of game star Ellen Page,
I prefer music star Reba McEntire —

Image posted here on October 4th,
the Feast of St. Francis of Assisi.

Related material:  A Bishop for Ellen.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Matchmaker, Matchmaker

Filed under: General — m759 @ 12:31 PM

A Google search for images matching
Amy Adams's door in the 2005 film
"Standing Still" yields a surprising result.

Related material: Adams in "Doubt" (2008).

See also A Touch of Glass.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

In Like Flynn

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 7:00 PM

(Continued from this morning's father-son Flynns
and from two other Flynn father-son pairs. See the
fictional Tron pair on Jan. 5, 2011 and Dec. 2, 2011,
and the "Flynn effect" pair from Sept. 23, 2012.)

From a film

Being Flynn  (2012)
[first lines] 
Jonathan Flynn: America has produced only three classic writers – 
Mark Twain, J. D. Salinger and me. I'm Jonathan Flynn. 
Everything I write is a masterpiece. 

and from this journal

"The mind is its own place, and the places inhabited by the insane
and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where
ordinary men and women live, that there is little or no common ground
of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling."

—  The Doors of Perception , by Aldous Huxley

"Greet guests with a touch of glass."

—  The Perception of Doors , by Google —

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Point Counterpoint

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 6:00 PM

"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies – all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes. Most island universes are sufficiently like one another to permit of inferential understanding or even of mutual empathy or "feeling into." Thus, remembering our own bereavements and humiliations, we can condole with others in analogous circumstances, can put ourselves (always, of course, in a slightly Pickwickian sense) in their places. But in certain cases communication between universes is incomplete or even nonexistent. The mind is its own place, and the places inhabited by the insane and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where ordinary men and women live, that there is little or no common ground of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling. Words are uttered, but fail to enlighten. The things and events to which the symbols refer belong to mutually exclusive realms of experience."

The Doors of Perception

"Greet guests with a touch of glass."

The Perception of Doors

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