Posts from Agent Cooper

You should leave this place.

For 7 years, I had a disc with the movie "Double Cross" – the original Japanese version, based on which the remake was filmed. The other day, I watched it. It's a great movie, and I was very pleasantly surprised, to be honest.

No, I mean, is it okay to leave comments here, or will people be offended?

Watched the movie "One Day." Of course, it also reminded me of "Sweet November" and "Autumn in New York." And I also remembered when I was once at the Tretyakov Gallery, and the painting "Oak. Struck by Lightning" deeply moved me. Later, 15 years later, I couldn't find it... P.S. And the composition "Dondestan" from Robert Wyatt's album of the same name came to mind...

Is this the picture?

You know, there are wonderful poems on a similar theme. In winter, it froze, in spring, it bloomed – that trunk. It was a support, it governed my breath. And now it’s gone, leaving me orphaned – at the mercy of the seven winds. And I can only entwine, warm, and protect from wounds. My voice – a gentle soprano – was created to echo, not to lead. What arguments did that trunk have with the wind! How it drank the storm with its fiery crown! It wanted to fly – but fell prostrate with a groan, and I wove armor for it. Oh, the threads of memory of past years, when these branches intertwined with the wind, bringing my shoots to light! Bringing my shoots to light... Oh, trunk, the only one in the world. I am a thin ivy, the seventh sound in the octave, the missing line of the sonnet. I grew whimsically, fought for this right, battling the storm with a straight trunk. I am only a vine, young, not a warrior, I am only worthy of life together with it. And I lived – as long as it breathed and bloomed, that trunk, that trunk...

Let's not wait for the inevitable and acknowledge it right now. Once there was Hoffmann. Then Poe and Gogol. Then Bulgakov. Now there is Orlov.

I'm reading Orlov's latest book, and between every couple of lines, I clearly see: "This might be the last book. I need to say everything."

I watched the movie Fury (Carrie 2) again, and it wasn't the first time. Before that, I rewatched the first Carrie, and it really makes sense to watch these movies back-to-back. The ending of Fury really touched me. It didn't impress me, nor did it turn out to be interesting (I remembered the plot), but it simply shook me.

"Platforms in ears of wheat and the tremor of fantastic faces..." (The one who became Qwerty, 1990). What happened to these platforms, who is on them now, and where are they heading? Who else is still alive from the participants of this long story? Who remembers what, and who knows which pieces of the puzzle? "...and again, a golden pie..."

I actually finished reading Orlov’s latest book. About a month ago. It’s an excellently written, unhurried work with superb language, worthy of being included in the golden fund of Russian literature.

I visited White Rabbit. The advertised "best panoramic view" is indeed good (although, to be honest, I've seen more impressive panoramas). The cuisine is on par with the event, and the champagne is even better. I also attended an event at ArtPlay. The cuisine was terrible. The venue is pseudo-stylish (apparently, it used to be a factory), the parking is awful, and so on. And I also ended up at the "Varadero" restaurant (all of this happened over a period of two weeks, not on the same day). Remember, I told you about "Macho Grill"? Well, the program there was roughly the same, only without capoeira. In general, the program is where all the advantages of this place end. The cuisine, both in terms of quality and, especially, speed, is disappointing. But! I also visited "Schwarzwald." And I'll say this directly - I haven't seen worse cuisine in the last 10 years. And the cafeteria where I ate during a business trip in Cherepovets, "Kruzhka," and "Grabli" - the food was tasty everywhere. But at "Schwarzwald," it was simply not tasty. Not at all.

I was at the Radio City restaurant.
The evening's format was pleasing; "Uncle Giuseppe's Jazz Band" was excellent, and when "Uncle Giuseppe's beloved granddaughter" Diana joined them and they played a real blues number, it was wonderful. This was, of course, enhanced by the excellent champagne.
By the way, I noticed that the champagne at similar events this year is noticeably better than it was a year or two ago. And that's another reason to be optimistic!

Yes, I forgot to mention. "Radio City" had a Cuban program again. The musical accompaniment was practically the same in all the places where I saw this show. And the program itself was pretty much the same...
It seems to me that the Cuban-New Year theme is losing its relevance.
P.S. And Varadero had a great beach with white sand and a truly amazing ocean... But a twelve-hour flight and a terrible time difference...

Happiness

Alexander Ivanovich was paralyzed after a stroke. A fairly common story, all things considered.
He lay there, but he understood everything. And everyone around him (and by everyone, we mean his Wife) knew that he understood. That is, he was paralyzed, but he could still give some signs, for example, he could move his eyes, and sometimes even move his toes a little.
When he saw his Wife, he wanted... well, he wanted his Wife, in a sexual way. However, there seemed to be no prospects, and this made things even worse.
One morning, when he was, as usual, thinking about THAT, his Wife came up to him and... We won't describe how she... uh... got him going. But IT happened! After THAT, Alexander Ivanovich practically started to move. No, of course, he couldn't walk on his own, and he couldn't really talk, but one arm and one leg started to move! Life is getting better, we'll fight again!
On the same day, before sunset, Alexander Ivanovich died in his bed with a happy smile.

Qwerty, 05.04.2013.