So I just watched one of the best vampire movies I’ve seen in a long time. It’s called “A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night” and wow! It wasn’t scary, or even very bloody, but it was strange and moody, very intelligent and definitely something I will watch again and again. Loved the ending!
The official trailer doesn’t do it justice. Here’s a scene from the movie that will give you a good idea of what you are in for when you watch it:
I found the movie mesmerizing and now, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s one of those great experiences that sticks to your mind, and now the world around you is just a tiny bit changed. Anyway… I can’t say enough about it. So, buy a copy, or find it online somewhere and watch it!
Oh, and there’s also a comic book. It’s a prequel to the movie, and looks pretty cool. Here’s a review:
When I see a title of a comic called A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night it screams bad things are going to happen here! to me. What I wasn’t expecting was a comic that reads like Sin City mixed with Batman and a dose of the supernatural. A lady vigilante prowls the night with internal monologues and a thirst for the living. It is drawn with white lines on black background giving it a very stylistic look. It isn’t the deepest comic around but it is an engaging comic with some genuine build-up and twist moments. –Comic Reviews at IGN
Here we have 14 steps to how to make an angel food cake Nietzsche style. The recipe is by Rebecca Coffey, and I think it might actually make a cake! Maybe I’ll try it!
1. Allow the angel to reach room temperature. Then kill it.
2. Kill God. Set Him aside.
3. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.
4. Ecstatically whip, as if possessed by a storm-wind of freedom, 1-1/2 cups of excellent egg whites with 1/4 tsp. salt and 1-1/2 tsp. cream of tartar. Continue until peaks are as if raised to their own heights and given wings in a fine air, a robust air.
5. Gradually add 3/4 cup sugar, about 3 tbsp. at a time.
6. You are brilliant.
7. Now, add 1 tsp. vanilla and 1/4 tsp. almond extract, and then sift together 1-1/4 cups flour and 3/4 cup sugar.
8. Blend in God and the angel. Emboldened, add the egg mixture.
9. Gaze into the überbatter. The überbatter will gaze into you.
10. While prancing about in a frenzy of self-satisfaction and anticipation, use a rubber scraper to push the überbatter into an ungreased 10″ tube pan, for it is destined to be there.
11. Bake on a lower rack until done, usually 35-40 minutes, while reciting to the upper rack a long, convoluted anecdote about your childhood.
12. Invert the tube pan over a bottle for a few hours. Then impetuously rap the pan. Shout, “Aha!” and slide a knife along the pan’s insides.
13. Call what tumbles out a cake if you dare. Call it miraculous even.
14. Eat it. It is delicate, morbid, lovable, and you will die depressed, delirious, and overweight.
Found at: McSweeneys
The birds’ favorite songs
You do not hear,
For their most flamboyant music takes place
When their wings are stretched
Above the trees
And they are smoking the opium
Of pure freedom.
It is healthy for the prisoner
To have faith
That one day she will again move about
Wherever she wants,
Feel the wondrous gift of life –
Find all wounds, and debts stamped
I once asked a bird,
“How is it that you fly in this gravity
“Love lifts Me.”
– Hafiz, The Gift
It was he who was the alonest of the alone.
Eleven years of drought,
the rocks are sick.
The world is dying.
Evil is a trick.
~introduction, opening credits
I will die now.
or the bench will crack from sadness.
Do not move
The water, the earth and the sun turn black.
God in His Perplexity,
pretends it’s His Will.
reads a line in the sky.
“Don’t set your eyes
on the salt sea shore.
Don’t reason. Don’t argue.
Don’t ask us why.
Fate will send you a lover,
and one friend more.”
~line read in the sky by Francisco
There is no place here for bloodsuckers.
~gold mine owner
Euclides (hunchback barkeeper): It’s only my chest and shoulders that are crooked – at night… I always dream I have to carry a whole mountain range on my back.
Francisco Manoel: You stand taller than the whole town.
Francisco Manoel: And where does the snow come from?
Euclides: You’ll see it out there! There’s always snow on the moon! That’s why it’s always white! White and cold. You have to look very carefully.
Francisco Manoel: And why is that?
Euclides: It’s because the moon.. takes the water out of the ocean. And when night falls… the tips of the mountains attract the snowflakes. But only as much as the salt we have in our tears.
Francisco Manoel: And here on earth?
Euclides: It’s very far away – you must keep going west. Four years on horseback… and ten on foot. And after that, there are high mountains. They rise higher and higher – right over the clouds. And then above the clouds, then you find the snow. It only falls in the night-time. Just like feathers. But it only falls… from above the clouds. And then the whole world turns light as a feather – and snow white! Even the lions turn white… and the eagles… the rabbits get a snowy coat… and all the animals in the world turn white! And when you’re walking through the snow… your feet don’t weigh anything at all. And the little snowflakes go flying up in the air… just like feathers
I never had a friend in all my life.
Francisco Manoel: Your money or your life.
Woman: My life.
Woman: And why are you barefoot? Don’t you have any shoes?
Francisco Manoel: I don’t trust shoes.
I long to go forth from here to another world.
I have nothing to lose
I don’t have to talk to anybody.
Taparica: Aren’t you afraid? Aren’t you afraid of dying?
Francisco Manoel: I never tried it..
The mad king’s wives: Dada, breathe for me! Dada, steal from me. Dada, break my bones. Take me! My head is yours. My body is yours. Take me. It’s yours. I’m all yours. Dada! Please!
My house needs thatching.
I’ll thatch my roof with the skulls of my enemies.
~King Bossa Ahadee of Dahomey
I can not hear what you are saying, for the thunder that you are.
In this place, the dead are more alive than the living.
Out there live many hills.
He says yes to anything,
you see he is quite insane.
~Prince Kankpe’s spokesperson
Don’t bother me now.
I’ve got to get this herd of women organized first.
No more arguments from you
Only that way can we succeed.
I cannot begin to describe this cretinous existence of mine. Nor how lonely it is to be without family or friends.
The heat here is mean and inescapable. It courses through the bodies of the people like a fever – and yet my heart grows colder and colder.
I cannot begin to describe this cretinous existence of mine. Nor how lonely it is to be without family or friends. The only white man in this country… perhaps on this whole continent. Meanwhile I have become the father of sixty-two children… but this gives me no satisfaction. Perhaps next year I shall come back and marry. I would live in the lands of ice and snow… anywhere to be away from here… The heat here is mean and inescapable. It courses through the bodies of the people like a fever – and yet my heart grows colder and colder.
Finally something has happened.
Slavery is an element of the human heart..
To our ruin!
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