Saturday, October 30, 2010

Become Psychiatrist Vancouver

The magnificent selfishness Magnus

few weeks ago I decided to read me all the books of Anne Rice. Probably looks like a great mission, since they are quite a few books ... Not to mention also that I have so many other authors to read for the first time, but every time I hear mention Lestat (especially by my wife, who has started to read books and every time he talks about them puts me long teeth!) or read in forums or phrases spoken by Marius Maharet, I get a nostalgia for the wonderful world of vampires and witches who came to create Rice ... and I remember all the feelings I experienced at that time, I have found impossible to resist any longer for a second reading of the works of Anne Rice. So I wore it.

meet again with the books after all these years is somewhat confusing, since, first, we relive it all again, as they are reading without complications. Second, remember who you were then and how we react to what they were reading. And third, now all we understand differently, how they are now and all the experience we already have on your back (they are 10 years and xD). Maybe you get a better understanding of a deeper way, and is able to go beyond the simple figure of Lestat, transfer the meat and drink of his soul, understanding, really, which is counting. It's funny how the story remains the same, yet so different ... like the reader.

For now, I'm on the second book, "The Vampire Lestat" after leaving behind the grim and gray and "Interview with the Vampire." How different are the books, how different they are both actors. The entire first volume wraps a melancholy and depressing aura. Louis never was, in fact (at least for me), a vampire too passionate. I've always been very passive in their nature, especially because it is one of the most cling to their human side. But in the second volume, and with Lestat as absolute protagonist, is a much atmosphere more elaborate, more heartbreaking, tragic, of course, much more interesting.

One of the first interesting points that I have been reunited to Wolfsbane. Not for the scene where Lestat, still human, faces eight wolves and out winner, but by the appearance of Magnus. It's fast, dark and disturbing. And Lestat realizes that being with a mask that you see in the theater, not really applicable to this site and knows he and the wolves.

conversion was swift. And Magnus, a vampire go you know how many years and we do not know a fuck, Lestat decides that, great as a human being is splendid as a vampire. In a fit of pure selfishness (or not, depending how you look), decides to end the life of a young mortal perfect, and appoint his successor. What gives us? The Vampire Lestat. The Prince of Darkness. One of the most iconic supernatural genre. Dracula you laugh. Or Bill Compton.

And one wonders: Who was Magnus? What promises did they meet? Anne Rice leaves us with a span of nostrils, forcing us to do an exercise of imagination. What have happened to decide to seek the vampire an heir and thus able to jump into the fire. What was really need to convert someone into a vampire? Why not jumped into the fire, without more, without truncating threatening someone's life?

And yet, we let one of the greatest moments in the book (of course there are other doubly sublime ... I never forget, for many years go), in which Magnus shows a glimpse of its magnificence. And then, without more, real selfish in a fire. And Lestat leaves us entirely to us. Thanks, Magnus.

" - You're dying, Wolfsbane - I heard from Magnus. The light of your blue eyes is fading as if all the summer days were over ...
- No, please ...
unbearable thirst. I had my mouth open and back arched. And finally there was the horror finally death itself, in that way.
- Requests, son - he suggested. His face was no longer a smiling mask, completely transformed into a compassionate expression. He seemed almost human, his age was almost natural -. Ask and receive. [...]
- Help me, please.
- I will give the water of all waters - whispered to me, and I thought his skin was not white at all .[...] - Wine of the wines - he whispered. This is my body, this is my blood.
And with this, his arms surrounding me. I pulled her towards him and noticed that emanated from him a great heat. Seemed to be full, not of blood, but love to me.
- Ask for it, Wolfsbane, and live forever - he murmured.
[...]
- Ah, there he is! - Said the voice spectrum with slow words, endless whispers -. My heir, chosen to take the Dark Gift from me strength and courage more than ten deaths. What a Son of Darkness you will be! "

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Friday, October 22, 2010

Ferris Bueller Cloths

A philosophical inquiry. Philip Kerr. Translator: Maurice Bach. Anagram.

To a disciple of Wittgenstein, the idea of \u200b\u200ba serial murderer who travels in time and eliminates Descartes, Kant, Plato and Aristotle, should be fascinating. One possibility for this spirit is developed in this book. This is a police program in a future London, which classifies individuals according to their neurological configurations. The objective is to identify people with a high probability of becoming mass murderers. Who designed the program, he decided to use the names of the authors of an editorial collection of classic texts in the archives to designate members of this select group of suspected neurological and just one of them it was the nickname of "Ludwig Wittgenstein. " The discovery of its murderer profile meant a change for the Wittgenstein of the book is given the task of killing all members of the group of potential mass murderers. If I remember began with Descartes, who gave him a shot, the closest thing in this world to a perfect demonstration. The researcher in charge of the case, an intelligent woman with an instinctive hatred of men, still in awe of the exploits of Wittgenstein and, on the road, decided to consult the dean of philosophy at the University of Oxford. In one of the best moments in the novel, Dean tells the police the deep affinity between philosophical inquiry and the police. In the end, Wittgenstein is captured, and condemned, and almost all the classical authors are saved. A pity, surely, in the eyes of some followers of Wittgenstein.

Paul R. Arango.
Dragonfly Books.

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Rhythm of the Night

gives me more lazy to update the blog.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Concession Trailers Ontario

True Blood

Russell Edgington : Why Would We seek equal rights? You are not our equals. WE WILL EAT YOU! AFTER WE EAT YOUR CHILDREN! Now, time for the weather. Tiffany?