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Sunday, March 14, 2004. Long live the man who captured the collective imagination all stars, starlets and wannabes lust after! Earnest and devoid of irony (or artistry for that matter), he did bang the contemporary social narcissist on the head with his sudden unaffected sincere unapologetic rise to fame. And, I suspect, he did alter, at least a bit, pop history itself in the process. A shere delight of humour and (un)musicality, check him out and be permanently charmed at www.williamhung.net.
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Sunday, January 25, 2004. I wondered with dismay how stupid he thought a girl could be and politely disengaged. That was the last time I visited the circus. Then it burnt down, never to be reconstructed again. My dad went to live and work in Moscow. The first week of my arrival there (I was 18), true to himself, he took me to the circus. We marvelled at the miracle of the human body and its seemingly infinite capacity to twist, turn, fly through space, appear and disappear at whim. I am listening to the ...
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Or How to Turn a World of Objects and Obsessions Into a Dreammachine. Monday, February 16, 2004. No, don't look at that variety that pushes out the closet, because as long as your eyes are open, you will see your clothes in habitually matching outfits and won't be able to go past the inherent order you had accorded them to. Instead, close your eyes and pull whatever comes first into your grip. Then again, and again. Posted by Da Zain @ 2/16/2004 06:59:00 PM.
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Sunday, August 15, 2004. The 9th deadly sin. I just submitted another nomination, I guess making the sins in my books 9, instead of 7 or 8. Here it is:. By the way BBC's channel 3 and 4 are all one could need in terms of radio and/or aural stimulation. And they stream live on the web, plus have enormous archives, in case the stream is not that enticing. Posted by Da Zain @ 8/15/2004 10:48:00 AM.
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Sunday, July 25, 2004. I just emailed BBC my nomination for the 8th deadly sin as part of a programme on my favourite radio channel, called Midsummer Sins, examining the deadly sins from a contemporary perspective. The programme's subtitle promises to verify the relevance the 7 deadly sins have today. Posted by Da Zain @ 7/25/2004 01:58:00 PM. The 8th Deadly Sin. Posted by Da Zain @ 7/25/2004 12:47:00 PM.
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Monday, February 16, 2004. Oh, Beautiful Beauty Is Also In, By the Way. I forgot to report on another minor miracle. One of the producers I work with and a friend to behold gave birth to her second 14th of February daughter last Saturday. Two love children make me reconsider the significance of Valentine's Day - a holiday I had no reference for until last year when I exclaimed: "Today is a year since I quit smoking." And my friend asked: "Do you mean Valentine's Day?
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Tuesday, December 30, 2003. Borders, Time Relapses and the Solitude of Gambling. Asked the customes officer. Pleanty," I answered bemused. He beamed at me: (Welcome to America! The orange alert faded into pale yeallow and now, some days later, it has completely disappeared or rather, turned into an abstraction of the colour frequencies it symbolicallly refers to. Tomorrow is the last day of 2003. Posted by Da Zain @ 12/30/2003 09:02:00 PM. Monday, December 22, 2003. The Bells of Alexander Nevsky. The oth...
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Sunday, June 13, 2004. Time and Other Ephemera. Time does not heal. It smudges, allowing dust, rubble and other perishables to pile upon the wound - submerging it in the recesses of our understanding until it is barely detectable and, we believe, forgotten. But Alzheimer's disease is hardly a state of healthy oblivion. Only awareness can treat a wound - dusting it, cleaning it and letting oxygen heal it while we face the adversary who's inflicted it. Posted by Da Zain @ 6/13/2004 02:08:00 PM.
