Before getting into that... a short list of things that happened this week.
1. I am a class rep, again! I was a class rep for my Philosophy 105 course last semester, the lecturer decided to make it a 'big' deal by having elections 'cause there were more than two applying for the post. We even had to give a speech. There were four of us, two were Pakeha (NZers of European descent) and the other two were international students (a Russian chick and the dodgy Mexican who got really nervous during the speech). Oddly enough, we -the international students- got the most votes. Maybe it's because people couldn't understand our accent... Anyways, thing is that in my Linguistics class we didn't have any of that fancy stuff. Nobody wanted to volunteer, I wasn't in an 'can't be farked' state, and ending the awkward silence sounded like a good idea. So I raised my hand and the teacher (imagine this really old nice lady) goes "Give this young man a big applause!". Talking about embarrassing eh, I even had to say my name out loud and all (and you notice that people notice that you got a weird name, for that country standards, of course).
Me for class rep plz? (yes, I actually grabbed the camera and spent more than 5 minutes taking pictures of myself. You're justified if you go and say 'get a life')
2. Continuing with the awkwardness at uni... I had a tutorial for Linguistics. They made us write a really short essay about one of four different options we had. I chose to write about whether 'People should be educated in their native language'. I thought it'd be easy. You know, being an international student and all and having my self esteem up at that moment while thinking that I'm actually pretty educated when it comes to Spanish. Well, it turns out that my mind was empty, I didn't even know what position to take. Damn I spilled a bunch of crap into that piece of paper. Been a while since I do the whole gibberish thing (I mean, on purpose, not as in my usual 'trying to speak english gibberish').
3. This was meant to be a list. I think a list is meant to have more than two items, really, otherwise it just looks kinda sad. So I'll just add something pretty trivial and random... Which will be eh... *sits around thinking about it, literally*.... Yeah, I actually cooked tomato soup this week, and I found this really good chorizo at the supermarket. Gotta love chorizo, it reminds me of 'chorizo con huevos', and 'choriqueso', and all that stuff from back at home. Bit of a lame culinary week, but hey.
Moo-vies.
I've been going to the documentary film festival quite a bit during the last couple of days. I watched two movies yesterday and one earlier today. They were all about really different stuff, yet the audience was kinda the same for all three somehow.
Laya Project
Laya Project was unique from the movies I watched in the festival, in the way that it wasn't exactly what you would call a traditional documentary. There was pretty much no narrative, at least not with words. All of it was in the form of images/video and sound.
This doco takes ya around different countries -and their music- most of them who were heavily affected by the 2004 tsunami. Most of it being fairly traditional, with some regions showing a more modern touch, coupled by some really strong pictures of everyday life. This pictures showed no prosperity overall, they pictured mainly people from a poor economic background, who lived in the outskirts, in the coast, in the areas most affected by the natural disaster. They were also the people who performed the music, so the whole idea ( I think, and no, I'm not having a joint at this moment to try and come up with a conclusion like that). I definitely recommend it, with the only warning of being prepared to be bombarded by music you're probably not 'used' to.
Lucio
Lucio is a bricklayer. He's also a modern Robin Hood of sorts (I wonder how many times that's been said). He's a character, really. He counterfeited heaps of money during the 60s and 70s, and he didn't have a single drop of blood in his hands (or that's what he tells us). His cause was a great cause (hint hint, guess the decades we're talking about), he was a revolutionary, and he did a lot to end with Franco's regime. It's hard to really say anything about the character without spoiling ya the juicy details and mysteries about his life. He's very enigmatic, and over all, charismatic. Definitely my favourite from the festival.
A Jihad for Love
According to wikipedia (cause I'm too lazy to reference any other source) it was the first documentary that associates islam with homosexuality. I wouldn't be too sure if this is true, but maybe they're talking about a documentary that actually made it overseas and to festivals, and the like. Anyhoo, as mentioned before, the film's about Islam and homosexuality (surprise surprise). It tells ya various stories, involving people from different countries and backgrounds. It's quite empowering because it really lets ya see what some people have to go through in their countries for something like that. Some of them are refugees, some of them won't even show their faces in the film, fearing that they might be targeted. It depicts both gay men and lesbians, which is a plus since most films about homosexuality focus on men. It is to say that the lesbians who were included in the film didn't go through anything as heavy as the gay dudes did. I wouldn't say the film represents your average 'Muslim homosexual', it depicts people who try to reconcile their religion with their sexuality, even in countries where their sexuality can lead them to jail, or even to a death sentence.
And that's it. The pillow is calling me. I'm actually feeling so sleepy that I started to write in Spanish out of nowhere.
Adiós amigos *gringo accent*
Imagine this, but in paper and about what I was meant to write about
3. This was meant to be a list. I think a list is meant to have more than two items, really, otherwise it just looks kinda sad. So I'll just add something pretty trivial and random... Which will be eh... *sits around thinking about it, literally*.... Yeah, I actually cooked tomato soup this week, and I found this really good chorizo at the supermarket. Gotta love chorizo, it reminds me of 'chorizo con huevos', and 'choriqueso', and all that stuff from back at home. Bit of a lame culinary week, but hey.
Moo-vies.
I've been going to the documentary film festival quite a bit during the last couple of days. I watched two movies yesterday and one earlier today. They were all about really different stuff, yet the audience was kinda the same for all three somehow.
Laya Project
Laya Project was unique from the movies I watched in the festival, in the way that it wasn't exactly what you would call a traditional documentary. There was pretty much no narrative, at least not with words. All of it was in the form of images/video and sound.
This doco takes ya around different countries -and their music- most of them who were heavily affected by the 2004 tsunami. Most of it being fairly traditional, with some regions showing a more modern touch, coupled by some really strong pictures of everyday life. This pictures showed no prosperity overall, they pictured mainly people from a poor economic background, who lived in the outskirts, in the coast, in the areas most affected by the natural disaster. They were also the people who performed the music, so the whole idea ( I think, and no, I'm not having a joint at this moment to try and come up with a conclusion like that). I definitely recommend it, with the only warning of being prepared to be bombarded by music you're probably not 'used' to.
Lucio
Lucio is a bricklayer. He's also a modern Robin Hood of sorts (I wonder how many times that's been said). He's a character, really. He counterfeited heaps of money during the 60s and 70s, and he didn't have a single drop of blood in his hands (or that's what he tells us). His cause was a great cause (hint hint, guess the decades we're talking about), he was a revolutionary, and he did a lot to end with Franco's regime. It's hard to really say anything about the character without spoiling ya the juicy details and mysteries about his life. He's very enigmatic, and over all, charismatic. Definitely my favourite from the festival.
A Jihad for Love
According to wikipedia (cause I'm too lazy to reference any other source) it was the first documentary that associates islam with homosexuality. I wouldn't be too sure if this is true, but maybe they're talking about a documentary that actually made it overseas and to festivals, and the like. Anyhoo, as mentioned before, the film's about Islam and homosexuality (surprise surprise). It tells ya various stories, involving people from different countries and backgrounds. It's quite empowering because it really lets ya see what some people have to go through in their countries for something like that. Some of them are refugees, some of them won't even show their faces in the film, fearing that they might be targeted. It depicts both gay men and lesbians, which is a plus since most films about homosexuality focus on men. It is to say that the lesbians who were included in the film didn't go through anything as heavy as the gay dudes did. I wouldn't say the film represents your average 'Muslim homosexual', it depicts people who try to reconcile their religion with their sexuality, even in countries where their sexuality can lead them to jail, or even to a death sentence.
And that's it. The pillow is calling me. I'm actually feeling so sleepy that I started to write in Spanish out of nowhere.
Adiós amigos *gringo accent*
Vaya, debo ver muchos documentales, te odio ,o,** no tengo tiempo para ir a un festival guapo que hay en cinepolis jaja de documentales, en fin, lo demás ya lo sabía ;D te quiero papito ... jaja nos vemos :D
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