tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85938825399009169542024-03-14T06:23:56.842+02:00Not About the PunchlineUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-23869076281784084072009-01-23T14:49:00.004+02:002009-01-23T16:13:06.650+02:00We Have Moved!<span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Please change your bookmarks, links and feeds. You will now find me <a href="http://blog.dukeoglue.com/">here</a>. Go! There's an improv/flashmob video <a href="http://blog.dukeoglue.com/?p=62">waiting for you</a>!<br /><br />Everyone I met at the 1st <a href="http://podcamp.gr/blog/">Podcamp</a> suggested I move from Blogger to Wordpress, sooner rather than later. At the time I thought it was too much of a hassle. After all, Blogger suited me fine.<br /><br />Then, I made a Wordpress account for <a href="http://kaitora.wordpress.com">Και Τώρα...</a> and was blown away! Like I told a <a href="http://cinemel.blogspot.com/">friend</a>, it's like Firefox to Blogger's Netscape Navigator...!<br />The new blog still has some rough edges -- I'm not done tweaking the layout and categories, yet, so bear with me. Once I'm done, though, it'll be smooth sailing.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-20031828932861044712009-01-21T19:40:00.006+02:002009-01-21T20:03:43.175+02:00Both Funny and Not Funny<span style="font-family:georgia;">Obama's First 100 Days<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKqfVkk_tSk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKqfVkk_tSk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><b>Edit:</b> More Inauguration Fun: (courtesy of <a href="http://www.theonion.com/">The Onion</a>)<br /><ul><li><a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/infograph/security_measures_for_the">Security Measures For The Inauguration</a><br /></li><li><a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/hillary_clinton_mouthing">Hillary Clinton Mouthing Along To Presidential Oath</a><br /></li><li><a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/obama_inauguration_speech_ruined?utm_source=onion_rss_daily">Obama Inauguration Speech Ruined By Incessant Jackhammering</a></li></ul><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-79161550646227180222009-01-21T04:04:00.004+02:002009-01-21T04:20:06.782+02:00Change I Need to Believe In<span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm tired of hearing people say that "nothing will change" under Obama. As if they know somebody else who would change everything.<br /><br />The election of Barack Obama is a historic event in and of itself. No other western country has managed to shatter racial barriers in such a way, and no other western country could, anyway. It's something that confirms my faith in humanity as a whole and fills me with respect and gratitude for the American people.<br /><br />Separate from the event of his election is Barack Obama, the person. Admittedly, expectations are extremely high. It seems inevitable that he will disappoint. Still, that doesn't change the fact that he appears not only to be a sincerely decent human being, but also an extremely charismatic leader. Someone not afraid to admit he's fallible, yet no less able to inspire admiration and hope because of it.<br /><br />Over the course of my lifetime, I don't expect to witness many politicians that I feel are better people than me. Much less heads of state of the most powerful country on the planet. If he fails us, and he very well might, then too bad. For now, though, he inspires me. He compells me to become a better person. He's a leader I <span style="font-style: italic;">want</span> to follow. And that's a feeling so rare that I want to savour and hold on to it for as long as I can.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-3217243094076093152009-01-19T04:25:00.007+02:002009-01-19T05:02:39.350+02:00Και τώρα... Και Τώρα!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ανέβηκε (επιτέλους) το πρώτο επεισόδιο του podcast που ξεκινήσαμε με τον <a href="http://www.standupcomedy.gr/03.actor_atzarakis.html">Διονύση Ατζαράκη</a>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Είναι αστείο!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Θα το βρείτε <a href="http://kaitora.wordpress.com/">εδώ</a>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">(Ψηφίστε εμένα!</span>)<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-23710923113997191202009-01-12T17:33:00.004+02:002009-01-12T17:39:16.060+02:00The Bridess Prince<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SWtjEGUFM_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_ihc81EiSho/s1600-h/pb20thambi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SWtjEGUFM_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_ihc81EiSho/s320/pb20thambi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290431109342245874" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />The cover of the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000TJBNHG/downandoutint-20">20th Anniversary Edition of the Princess Bride DVD</a> is absolutely amazing! It reads both ways! I want this <b>so</b> badly. Too bad it lacks the features (and 2nd disc) of the <a href="http://www.play.com/DVD/DVD/4-/6172247/The-Princess-Bride-Special-Edition/Product.html">special edition</a>...<br /><br />(via <a href="http://www.boingboing.net/">BoingBoing</a> (via <a href="http://justinsomnia.org/">Justin</a>))<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-8016147065163118842009-01-10T03:48:00.007+02:002009-01-10T04:24:23.442+02:00Things that renew my faith in humanity #4<span style="font-family: georgia;">I took part in the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fKhaR15lEE&NR=1">Erasmus Freeze</a> at Ermou street in Athens (you can actually see me at 6:15, sitting on the far left) about a month ago. For all I know, it was the first flashmob event of its kind in Greece, after which people started organising "freezes" all over the place (understandable, considering how much fun we had).<br /><br />I first came across the idea of freezing in place in <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2008/01/31/frozen-grand-central/">this video</a> by <span style="font-weight:bold;">Improv Everywhere</span>. <span class="fullpost">Over the past few years, they've organised lots of inspired stunts, including pretending to move in <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2006/08/19/slo-mo-home-depot/">slow motion</a> and <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2008/11/17/welcome-back/">welcoming random people</a> at the airport. As a matter of fact, today is <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2008/12/29/global-no-pants-subway-ride/">No Pants 2k9</a>, the 8th Annual No Pants! Subway Ride, where people, well, ride the subway without pants in 24 cities worldwide (the trick is in pretending that everything is normal and not smiling like an idiot).<br /><br />Besides these events where anyone can participate, they also organise smaller-scale (but larger-scope) missions like the <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2008/03/09/food-court-musical/">Food Court Musical</a>. Some have elaborate scripts, such as the wonderful <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2005/07/29/romantic-comedy-cab/">Romantic Comedy Cab</a> or the <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2005/12/10/suicide-jumper/">Suicide Jumper</a>. Some, like the <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2005/02/13/mcdonald%27s-bathroom-attendant/">McDonald's Bathroom Attendant</a> just make me smile. <br />Finally - you absolutely <b>have to</b> see this, it's unbelievable - there's <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2003/03/22/the-moebius/">The Moebius</a>.<br /><br />If you still haven't had your fill, there's even more missions on their <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/missions/">site</a>. <br /><br />It's just plain fun!</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-52600693406232641292008-12-29T20:51:00.008+02:002008-12-30T01:05:47.403+02:00Tragedy Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/68441606/logo300x300.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 295px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/68441606/logo300x300.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ήμουν καλεσμένος στην ηχογράφηση του <a href="http://nooblogs.gr/diatritoi/2008/12/29/meres-tragodias/">τελευταίου podcast</a> των <a href="http://nooblogs.gr/diatritoi/">Διάτρητων ΑΕ</a>. <br />Άμα έχετε 61 λεπτά και 4 δευτερόλεπτα να σκοτώσετε, περάστε από εκεί να μας ακούσετε να μιλάαααααμε. Το κομμάτι για το stand-up και τις Νύχτες Κωμωδίας ξεκινάει γύρω στο <span style="font-weight:bold;">13:10</span>, όπου θα βρείτε και μια τέλεια techno έκδοση του theme του Tetris. Πιο μετά μιλάω και γι'αυτό το blog καθώς και για τα μελλόντικά μου σχέδια όσον αφορά τις Μαϊμού Ειδήσεις.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-75407931857709167642008-12-22T16:48:00.005+02:002008-12-22T16:59:08.356+02:00If you could go back to any time anywhere, where would you go and why?<span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><a href="http://sukeile.deviantart.com">Sukeile</a> asked me that awesome question in a comment on deviantArt, and I had so much fun coming up with an answer that I decided to post it here, as well.<br /><span class="fullpost"><br />-----<br />Let me say, first of all, that I'd much rather go <i>forward</i> in time, than back. I'm more curious about what's coming, than what went by. <br />Even so, the more I think about it, the more I find things I'd really like to witness in the past. <br />The Big Bang, for one --as you can see, I'm starting at the very beginning-- or even what existed <i>before</i> the Big Bang (not sure how I'd survive, though). There's so much of science I could prove or disprove by going back in time! I'd like to see some dinosaurs and prehistoric men (and, thus, corrobate the theory of evolution and whether dinosaurs had feathers), maybe check out what Jesus was like. Be a pirate on the Spanish Main (although that's probably more fun in the movies). Find out how Machu Pichu, the Stonehedge, the Pyramids and the Parthenon were built. Witness the Byzantine Empire, the Renaissance, the Industrial Revolution and the turn of the century (or, simply put, every major event in human history). Meet Socrates, DaVinci, Alexander the Great, Christopher Columbus, Napoleon, Abraham Lincoln, Oscar Wilde and (moving closer to today) Carl Barks, Groucho Marx, Douglas Adams and Mitch Hedberg (though I'm not really sure what I'd say to them "Hey, there, I'm from the future!"). It would be like a super-enhanced museum experience.<br />Then, there's the temptation to influence past events. Save Anastasia Romanof (I'm not sure why that's the first thing that came to mind), help the Aztecs against Cortez, stop Hitler (see <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Command_%26_Conquer:_Red_Alert">Red Alert</a>) or the A-bombs, help Al Gore against Bush (as soon as I find out how...).<br />Or maybe just minor events. Go back to my younger self and teach him stuff I wish I had known back then (like how to talk to girls). Not sure I'd listen to myself, though... <br />The possibilities are endless! Even just introducing modern technology to people from the past would be fun, or I could just <a href="http://www.cbextras.com/strip.php?stripid=62">mess around with their heads</a>...<br /><br />To tell you the truth, I would probably try my best not to influence past events, for fear of tearing the time-space continuum, but still, what an awesome question...!<br />-----<br /><br />What would <i>you</i> do if you could go back to any time anywhere? I'm certain there's great ideas I missed.<br /></span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-13849688320834633162008-12-18T20:33:00.010+02:002008-12-21T18:10:03.975+02:00Suited Monkey<script type="text/javascript"><br />// <![CDATA[<br />var flashvars={config:"http://www.tvxs.gr/scripts/player/utopia/player_4_views.xml", file:"01927_0812181234.flv", image:"http://www.tvxs.gr/images/stories_photos/01927_0812181243.jpg"};<br />var params = {allowfullscreen:"true", allowscriptaccess:"always", allownetworking:"all", wmode:"transparent"}<br />var attributes = {id:"player", name:"player"}<br />swfobject.embedSWF('http://www.tvxs.gr/scripts/player/player_4.swf', 'player', '480', '438', '7.0.0', false, flashvars, params, attributes); <br />// ]]><br /></script><object style="visibility: visible;" data="http://www.tvxs.gr/scripts/player/player_4.swf" name="player" id="player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="438"><param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"><param value="all" name="allownetworking"><param value="transparent" name="wmode"><param value="config=http://www.tvxs.gr/scripts/player/utopia/player_4_views.xml&file=01927_0812181234.flv&image=http://www.tvxs.gr/images/stories_photos/01927_0812181243.jpg" name="flashvars"></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Almost two months ago, Stelios Kouloglou, a Greek journalist, did a series of short videos showcasing some of the comics appearing at the Νύχτες Κωμωδίας Comedy Club in Athens. <br />Mine has finally been posted online: <a href="http://www.tvxs.gr/v1927">check it out!</a> (sadly only in Greek)<br /><br />A couple of thoughts after the jump...<br /><span class="fullpost"><br />That was probably one of my best sets, so I'm especially happy to have it on video. I think it comes across - it's surprisingly energetic (something compounded by the fact that I talk <span style="font-style:italic;">waytoofast</span>)... <br />I like how they start with my joke about living with 4 siblings. It's something that describes me accurately and succinctly. They've picked my most palatable material -which conflicts somewhat with my statement, at the beginning, that "my set becomes more surreal with every passing year", but what are you going to do? <br /><br />... It'd be nice if they hadn't mistyped my name in the accompanying text, though.<br /><br /><del>Now, can anybody show me how to save this and embed it?</del> ... Never mind, found it!<br /></span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-24382226813846573342008-12-16T15:46:00.002+02:002008-12-16T15:51:44.320+02:00My favourite songs, today.<span style="font-family: georgia;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob6TTU1knUM&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob6TTU1knUM&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />:)<br /><br />(via <a href="http://www.boingboing.net/">BoingBoing</a> (via <a href="http://kottke.org/">Kottke</a>))<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-74572715246687304392008-12-13T16:11:00.006+02:002008-12-13T16:32:49.720+02:00What I Learned About Stand-Up Comedy In London<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Note: I was going to upload this almost a week ago, but <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008_Greek_riots">other things</a> took precedence.</span><br /><br />There is only one comedy club in Athens, where I live. The one I work at. You'd think it would be hard to get booked, but there aren't a lot of aspiring stand-up comedians in Athens, where I live, either (or established ones, for that matter). As a result, I learned pretty much everything I know by watching HBO specials and reading FAQs on the interet.<br /><br />Attending a live comedy show is a very different experience to watching an hour-long HBO special.<br />Let me tell you, sitting among the audience, looking at a sparkling microphone lit by a single spotlight on an empty stage and hearing repeated announcements saying "the show will start in 10, 5, 2 minutes" is a lot more exciting than double-clicking on an .avi file...<br /><span class="fullpost"><br />Then there's the crowd warm-up and audience interaction that you can't really witness anyplace else. Right off the bat, the comedians' experience was obvious. These guys were professionals. Mind you, not all of them made me laugh. After all, a professional isn't necessarily "better" than an amateur, he just does whatever it is he does <span style="font-style:italic;">for a living</span> - and it was clear these guys had put a lot of work into their acts. Years of polishing their material had allowed them to juice every possible laugh from their concepts, coming at them from all conceivable angles. <br />You could just tell they'd done thousands of shows. Heard pretty much every possible heckle. And, boy, were there heckles. I went to a Friday late show (it started at midnight) and most of the audience were pretty tipsy even before the show had begun. At some point, a German lady sitting in front of me was just yelling gibberish, considerably lessening my enjoyment. Still, the performers handled it like, well, pros.<br /><br />I was impressed by how quick-witted they appeared, how they made it seem like they had funny remarks about anything and everything at the tip of their tongues. "Oh, so you're a carpenter? Here's a joke about that. And you, sir? Norwegian? Hah! Listen to this!" There's this trick they do where they repeat the audience's answer to every question ("Where are you from?" "Scotland." "Scotland!") which keeps the people who didn't hear interested, while conveniently buying enough time to think of a comeback. Even so, I wish I had attended a second show, just to figure out how much of it was improvised and how much just looked that way.<br /><br />Even when mocking the audience, though, they'd put "a little more effort" into the joke. At some point, the host made fun of a patron's open-legged stance. "My balls are so big, I can't sit any other way." he said. Some would have stopped there. After all, he got the laugh. Still, he went one step further: "Saturn has been pushed out of its orbit because of the gravitational pull of my enormous balls". It wasn't as funny, but it gave the (false?) impression that he wasn't just going for the easy dick joke.<br />I found it interesting that, when interacting with the audience, they would stick to a topic even if it wasn't killing, confident that they'd get a good laugh eventually. Long running jokes and callbacks created a sense of "shared experience" and won us over. Combined with the fact that they answered each. And. Every. Heckle, this really strengthened their frame and won our respect. They made it look like they weren't seeking a response. Curious detail: They didn't ask for audience member's names, rather going straight for "where are you from, what do you do".<br /><br />Besides the Comedy Store, I also went to a much less glamorous show: it took place in a Hotel basement without spotlights or microphone. The show wasn't sold out (about 40 out of the room's 60 seats were full) and the main act mostly joked around with the crowd, probably the wisest choice, seeing as how the next number - who tried to do straight material, really intelligent stuff with lots of double-entendres - bombed miserably<br /><br />I was surprised by how much every comedian I saw kissed up to the audience (a behaviour you don't see much in HBO Specials where the egos are bigger and the crowds adoring). Rather than ask us to applaud them, they'd tell us to give our love to the mic or applaud ourselves for being such an <span style="font-style:italic;">awesome bunch</span>. I guess it's easier to say "is that all you've got?" when you're not asking for praise on your own behalf.<br />Being in the audience also made me realize how hard it is to remember the performers' names... even if you intend to! Dimitris is a common name in Greece and getting people to remember it is a riddle I have yet to solve.<br /><br />All in all, it was a great experience. Turns out that, in many ways, we have it good, here in Greece. It's a lot easier to get booked, and competition among comedians is much less intense. I'm also proud to say we offer a pretty good show, even by British standards. Our problems are mostly on the marketing side. Unfortunately, the smaller market also means it's impossible to make a living just from stand-up...<br />More than anything else, seeing stand-up shows in London made me realize I <span style="font-style:italic;">owe it to myself</span> to try my luck abroad. <br /></span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-30012228937291493572008-12-09T01:19:00.017+02:002008-12-22T22:30:33.339+02:00Μαϊμού Ειδήσεις 1: Οργή για τον 15χρονο<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Ακούστε αυτήν την είδηση: <a href="http://dukeoglue.thoughts.gr/maimoyeidhseis/001-Orgh_gia_ton_15xrono.mp3">mp3</a><br /><br />Διαβάστε το πλήρες κείμενο μετά το άλμα...<br /><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Αθήνα 08/12/2008</span><br /><br />Συνεχίζονται για τρίτη μέρα σε ολόκληρη τη χώρα τα επεισόδια και οι εκδηλώσεις διαμαρτυρίας για τη δολοφονία του 15χρονου Αλέξη Γρηγορόπουλου από ειδικό φρουρό αργά το βράδυ του Σαββάτου, και η ερώτηση στα χείλη όλων είναι: «Πόσο τραγικά ηλίθιος μπορεί να είναι κάποιος, για να πυροβολήσει ένα παιδί; Πόσο τρομαχτικά ανεγκέφαλος; Δε θα 'πρεπε η χρήση βίας να είναι έσχατη λύση κι όχι αντακλαστική αντίδραση; Μήπως λέγονται ειδικοί φρουροί επειδή είναι φρουροί με ειδικές ανάγκες; Κι άμα είναι έτσι, γιατί τους δίνουν όπλα; Κάτσε, δικό μου είναι αυτό το αμάξι που καίγεται;»<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Απαντώντας στις κατηγορίες για δολοφονία ανηλίκου, ο ειδικός φρουρός δήλωσε: «Μα φαινόταν τουλάχιστον 18!», χωρίς, όμως, να πείθει ιδιαίτερα.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Σκηνές ωμής βίας <a href="http://papachatzis.tumblr.com/post/63589410/policeviolence">περιέγραψε ανταποκριτής του Alpha Radio</a>, με τις δυνάμεις των ΜΑΤ να ξυλοκοπούν διαδηλωτές εντελώς απροκάλυπτα, μπροστά στα μάτια εξοργισμένων περαστικών. Κοινώς, οι αστυνομικοί δεν. Έμαθαν. Τίποτα.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Την ίδια στιγμή, το Mega πήρε το <a href="http://www.tvxs.gr/v1078">αυθεντικό βίντεο</a> της δολοφονίας και το πρόβαλε έχοντας <a href="http://www.megatv.com/summaries.asp?catid=14539&subid=2&tag=11465&pubid=1042734">προσθέσει συνθήματα και ήχους διαδηλώσεων</a>. Προφανώς, θεωρήθηκε πως το αρχικό βίντεο αδικούσε τους ειδικούς φρουρούς και, στα πλαίσια της σωστής και αντικειμενικής ενημέρωσης, αποφασίστηκε αυτή η ανισορροπία να διευθετηθεί. Στη συνέχεια, μεταδόθηκε μοντάζ εικόνων αστυνομικής βίας με μουσική υπόκρουση την Άνοιξη απο τις «Τέσσερις Εποχές» του Vivaldi. «Όπως φαίνεται ξεκάθαρα από το ντοκουμέντο, δεν τους δέρνουν, τους μυούν στην κλασική μουσική.»</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ταυτόχρονα, η κυβέρνηση φαίνεται να έχει παραλύσει εντελώς, ενώ τα κόμματα της αντιπολίτευσης αναλώνονται σε πολιτικές σκοπιμότητες οργανώνοντας 3 <span style="font-style: italic;">διαφορετικές </span>πορείες στο κέντρο της Αθήνας και φωνάζοντας σαν μανάβηδες στη λαϊκή: «Εδώ η καλή πορεία! Όχι τη δική τους πορεία, τη δική μας!»</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Το αντιεξουσιαστικό κίνημα, από την πλευρά του, ξεχύθηκε στους δρόμους σαν ποπκόρν σε ανοιχτή κατσαρόλα - κάνοντας τα πάντα χάλια και χωρίς συγκεκριμένο στόχο. Τα αιτήματα τους είναι ακόμη ασαφή: «Ποιος 15χρονος; Εμένα ο μπαμπάς μου πουλάει ασφάλειες αυτοκινήτων» δήλωσε μπάχαλος, σπάζοντας με το κράνος του το παρμπριζ ενός σταθμευμένου Ι.Χ. Λίγο πιο δίπλα ένας συναγωνιστής του αναφώνησε οργισμένος: «Κάδος σκότωσε τον αδερφό μου!»</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ίσως, όμως, έχει αρχίσει να αχνοφαίνεται μία ελπίδα εκτόνωσης της κρίσης. Καθώς ένας άντρας των ΜΑΤ γρονθοκοπούσε έναν φοιτητή, λίγο πιο δίπλα ένας κουκουλοφόρος πετούσε μολότωφ στην Εθνική Βιβλιοθήκη. Για μια στιγμή, τα βλέμματα τους διασταυρώθηκαν. Μέσα σε αυτήν τη στιγμή, τα πάντα άλλαξαν. Μέσα σε μία, μαγική, στιγμή συνειδητοποίησαν πόσα κοινά έχουν. Ξάφνου, παράτησαν ό,τι έκαναν και όρμηξαν ο ένας προς τον άλλον. Όχι για να πλακωθούν, όχι. Για να αγκαλιαστούν.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Σιγά-σιγά, κι άλλοι ακολούθησαν το αλλόκοτο παράδειγμά τους ώσπου στο τέλος, μπάτσοι και μπάχαλοι, μονιασμένοι, άρχισαν να τρέχουν πίσω από τους πολίτες, μανιασμένοι, <span style="font-style: italic;">για να τους σπάσουν τα κεφάλια</span>.</span><br /></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-27192491459475206972008-12-06T21:17:00.015+02:002008-12-07T16:48:30.431+02:00Christmas Ornaments<span style="font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrQetoxS8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/f6n1RDnMU8Y/s1600-h/tree.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrQetoxS8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/f6n1RDnMU8Y/s320/tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276759139483208642" border="0" /></a>We put up our Christmas decorations today. We've had the same fake tree for the past 20 years, but for the first time in my life, I noticed that we've got some pretty weird-ass ornaments. Notice the welcome sign, above).<br /><span class="fullpost"><br />I guess everyone's got the various messages of hope and peace and Santa ornaments.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrTPPXkc_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/SpdYCBNAAWA/s1600-h/1.joy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrTPPXkc_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/SpdYCBNAAWA/s320/1.joy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276762172194845682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrQe2i4oFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xoVzwAP7M2k/s1600-h/2.santa.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrQe2i4oFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xoVzwAP7M2k/s320/2.santa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276759141874442322" border="0" /></a>Of course, there's also the home-made decorations we bought from a bazaar for some Cause or other:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrQfvrRLAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/La31INFODhk/s1600-h/4.dough.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrQfvrRLAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/La31INFODhk/s320/4.dough.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276759157210426370" border="0" /></a>At some point, the Christmas associations <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> start getting stretched...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRH19UXVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_j6UYwEjZ6A/s1600-h/6.merrygoround.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRH19UXVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_j6UYwEjZ6A/s320/6.merrygoround.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276759846091513170" border="0" /></a><br />How about this?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRHigCHrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0zpQEV-PCo4/s1600-h/7.trumpet.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRHigCHrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0zpQEV-PCo4/s320/7.trumpet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276759840868409010" border="0" /></a>After a while we pretty much stop trying. It's just "things that hang on".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRHfZBGQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qWRZAYwaw00/s1600-h/8.koala.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRHfZBGQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qWRZAYwaw00/s320/8.koala.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276759840033675522" border="0" /></a>But what about these guys?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRHKGp8AI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Rj8lE77Jem8/s1600-h/9.guy1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRHKGp8AI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Rj8lE77Jem8/s320/9.guy1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276759834319515650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRG9NEEYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6stHWUgHquM/s1600-h/10.guy2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRG9NEEYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6stHWUgHquM/s320/10.guy2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276759830856733058" border="0" /></a>This next one has got to be my absolute favourite.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRutG4XjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Qw0XiY2IP9I/s1600-h/12.koalasanta.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRutG4XjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Qw0XiY2IP9I/s320/12.koalasanta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760513730600498" border="0" /></a>It's a koala bear furry dressed as Santa!<br /><br /><br />We also have a weird rule in our family:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We never throw christmas ornaments away.</span><br />As a result, there are quite a few ornaments on whom the years have taken their toll. Now they're just creepy. Like this empty sleigh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRmK8TbmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/m1ACD5mu7Lg/s1600-h/13.sleigh.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRmK8TbmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/m1ACD5mu7Lg/s320/13.sleigh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760367120477794" border="0" /></a>this bare fireplace,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRl4lO7sI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/chjD5oab5yg/s1600-h/14.fireplace.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRl4lO7sI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/chjD5oab5yg/s320/14.fireplace.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760362191875778" border="0" /></a>the pirate santa,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRls-HtJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kJiG6b8lktc/s1600-h/15.one-eyed.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRls-HtJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kJiG6b8lktc/s320/15.one-eyed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760359075034258" border="0" /></a>or this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRlqh6e6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/QF9z52gPTa4/s1600-h/16.Son.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRlqh6e6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/QF9z52gPTa4/s320/16.Son.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760358419856290" border="0" /></a>You'd expect there to be a Dad and Mom sweater as well. Or at least a Daughter one.<br />Nope. That's all. SON.<br /><br />But I think this last one is the scariest one of all:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRleoGsEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zYDEgUwEP44/s1600-h/17.shrinked+head2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/STrRleoGsEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zYDEgUwEP44/s320/17.shrinked+head2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760355224596546" border="0" /></a>The weirdest thing is that it's <i>always</i> been like that. There never was a body to begin with! I guess that's why Santa doesn't bring gifts to the Voodoo children anymore...<br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-44663130157842120612008-11-27T18:50:00.001+02:002008-11-27T18:52:20.868+02:00LONDON<span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />I'm leaving for the UK, to see Coldplay live. I'll be updating my <a href="http://twitter.com/dukeoglue">twitter feed</a> whenever I feel like it. See ya!<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-60310616247115432492008-11-10T22:43:00.001+02:002008-11-10T22:44:58.536+02:00My favourite song, today.<span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk5_OSsawz4&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk5_OSsawz4&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-28653343668239133282008-10-31T22:52:00.008+02:002008-11-01T13:36:39.279+02:00One of my best sets, so far.<span style="font-family:georgia;">These two are my favourites:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvA3GgKS-I/AAAAAAAAARk/eoMZHbAYPus/s1600-h/face3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvA3GgKS-I/AAAAAAAAARk/eoMZHbAYPus/s320/face3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263512642383399906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvA2PHIP0I/AAAAAAAAARU/Gyf-aoey6eM/s1600-h/face1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvA2PHIP0I/AAAAAAAAARU/Gyf-aoey6eM/s320/face1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263512627514457922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm not sure what part of my act this is from:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvA23mFxsI/AAAAAAAAARc/J_3PMi_1mjs/s1600-h/face2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvA23mFxsI/AAAAAAAAARc/J_3PMi_1mjs/s320/face2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263512638381737666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvB73syDAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QCBsbVXkTqU/s1600-h/face5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvB73syDAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QCBsbVXkTqU/s320/face5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263513823820778498" border="0" /></a>Why, yes, I <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> come up with all my jokes on my own.<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvA3SAfDYI/AAAAAAAAARs/R2gOimXddGE/s1600-h/face4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SQvA3SAfDYI/AAAAAAAAARs/R2gOimXddGE/s320/face4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263512645471767938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Man,</span> I look like I'm having fun.<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">... photos by Lucia Rikaki (25/10/08).</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-5336180110919863782008-10-17T21:36:00.004+03:002008-10-17T21:52:59.007+03:00Show-starter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SPjbUhrpqaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Q40l1bJobIs/s1600-h/showstarter-polaroid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/SPjbUhrpqaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Q40l1bJobIs/s400/showstarter-polaroid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258193710640376226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span class="fullpost">Come see me live! Shows start Oct 23!<br /><br />Comedy Club @ TrickyTrickArt - Αιόλου 48-50 Μοναστηράκι<br />Τηλ. Κρατήσεων: 210-3311009 - 6973371601<br /></span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-19933055003685163452008-10-15T17:35:00.001+03:002008-10-15T17:38:29.427+03:00My favourite song, today. (#2)<span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGoi1MSGu64&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGoi1MSGu64&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This is a different day than the last one.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-10443050219816210032008-10-02T15:06:00.005+03:002008-10-15T17:39:23.129+03:00My favourite song, today.<span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1OkimjTc-M&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1OkimjTc-M&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />There's a version sans the unnerving car alarm <a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=J9LA6N-JYi8&feature=related">here</a> but it also lacks comedians...<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-64859334381770798102008-09-17T20:14:00.007+03:002008-09-17T21:55:18.138+03:00Forced Advertising<span style="font-family:georgia;">Έχω εθιστεί στο Daily Show. Την περασμένη βδομάδα που είχε break, η μόνη μου παρηγοριά ήταν τo 30λεπτο podcast του <a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/us_and_americas/us_elections/the_bugle/">Bugle</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Επιτέλους!</span> αναφώνησα μέσα μου όταν μπήκε αυτή η βδομάδα κι αμέσως ύστερα <span style="font-style: italic;">Ωιμέ!</span> γιατί δεν έβρισκα πουθενά τα επεισόδια. Έχει φτάσει Τετάρτη κι ακόμη δεν έχει ανέβει ούτε της Δευτέρας! Έκανα λίγο υπομονή, έψαξα από δω, έψαξα από κει, τελικά βρέθηκα στο <a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/">επίσημο site</a> της εκπομπής, όπου ανακάλυψα ότι μπορείς να δεις full episodes online και, κυρίως, εντελώς δωρεάν.<br />Χάρηκα που μου δόθηκε αυτή η δυνατότητα: να δω τα επεισόδια χωρίς να χρειάστει να απευθυνθώ στο <a href="http://www.mininova.org/">θείο μου από την Αμερική</a> κι αμέσως έβαλα το show της Δευτέρας.<br />Αντ'αυτού άρχισε να παίζει ένα trailer. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Μάλιστα,</span> σκέφτηκα, <span style="font-style: italic;">νέα ταινία του Ricky Gervais. Η Έκτη Αίσθηση σε κωμωδία...; Καλή φάση. </span>Δεν υπήρχε τρόπος να το προσπεράσω, μόνο ένα ρολογάκι που μετρούσε αντίστροφα. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh well.</span> 35 δευτερόλεπτα μετά, έβλεπα τον Stewart. <span style="font-style: italic;">Τι καλά!<br /></span>*comedy*<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"We'll be right back." </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">*fade out για διαφημίσεις*<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ωπ, να το trailer πάλι. Όμορφα -πριν έχασα την αρχή του.<br />...<br />Επιστρέψαμε. Αστεία. Daily Show. Τσάμπα! Νόμιμα! Τέλεια! ... Λες να'χω κανά mail;</span> *Pause*. <span style="font-style: italic;">No messages. </span>*Play*.<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Huh? Πάλι οι νεκροί. Τι θα γίνει...;<br />...<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Α, να ο Jon. Χιχι!</span> *comedy* <span style="font-style: italic;">Κάτσε, τι έγινε; </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Τι είπε; Πάμε λίγο πίσω.<br /></span>*Trailer*<br />.......<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stewart πάλι... Χα! Καλό! Ε; ... Κόλλησε.</span> *Refresh* <span style="font-style: italic;">Σκατά. Έπεσε το net. Άαααντε να συγχρονίσει τώρα...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Επιτέλους!</span><br />*Play* <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />ΜΑ... <span style="font-weight: bold;">ΠΑΛΙ</span>;!;</span><br /><br />Anyways. You get the point. Δεν έχω, φυσικά, κανένα πρόβλημα να μου δείχνουν διαφημίσεις -ακόμη και χωρίς να μ'αφήνουν να τις προσπεράσω- προκειμένου να μπορώ να βλέπω μια πολύ καλή σειρά, δωρεάν, όποτε με βολεύει. Στην τελική, μ'αρέσουν οι καλές διαφημίσεις! Ήδη, όμως, ένα 20λεπτο επεισόδιο έχει 3 διακοπές "built in", ήταν ανάγκη να προσθέσουν σποτάκια όποτε μετακινείσαι μπροστά ή πίσω στο βίντεο αλλά και <span style="font-style: italic;">κάθε φορά</span> που πατάς play;<br /><br />Ακόμη περισσότερο, ήταν ανάγκη να μου δείξουν 7 φορές το <span style="font-weight: bold;">ίδιο</span> trailer;</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-31361605215816617682008-07-23T10:51:00.003+03:002008-07-23T10:53:56.467+03:00Interrail!<span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm running around Eastern Europe by train. I'll be posting updates on my <a href="http://www.twitter.com/dukeoglue">twitter</a> feed.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-42037322495874192352008-03-05T11:58:00.004+02:002008-03-05T12:02:15.181+02:00Αυτές οι γερμανικές εταιρίες βρε παιδίμ... Εγγύηση.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/R85u_JlBULI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LOaV2oZgNUg/s1600-h/Made-in-Germany-by-MAPA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/R85u_JlBULI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LOaV2oZgNUg/s320/Made-in-Germany-by-MAPA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174195053077287090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span class="fullpost">Μόνο το καλύτερο για το μωρό μας.</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-28978798403643002842008-03-05T11:18:00.003+02:002008-03-05T11:25:39.924+02:00Firefly στο Μακεδονία TV<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/R85mxplBUKI/AAAAAAAAAME/wuxyRTEi4b0/s1600-h/firefly_mmo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/R85mxplBUKI/AAAAAAAAAME/wuxyRTEi4b0/s320/firefly_mmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174186025056030882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Τρίτη με Παρασκευή στις 00.00 από τις 4 μέχρι τις 25 Μαρτίου.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br />Πεντακόσια χρόνια μετά στο μέλλον, ένα αρνησίθρησκο πλήρωμα σε ένα μικρό, κινητό, διαστημικό σκάφος προσπαθεί να επιζήσει καθώς ταξιδεύουν σε άγνωστα μέρη του γαλαξία και αποφεύγουν τις διάφορες φατρίες πολεμώντας διαρκώς, καθώς οι πράκτορες των αρχών βρίσκονται εκεί έξω για να τους πιάσουνε!<br /><br />... </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">heh. Όπως και να'χει, γαμάτo.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-73812151553916676682008-02-25T03:06:00.006+02:002008-02-25T14:14:39.801+02:00The ego-boost I've been hearing so much about<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Όταν κατεβαίνω από την σκηνή, συνήθως δεν είμαι ικανοποιημένος. Ακόμη και τις φορές που μου λένε ότι πήγα καλά, σκέφτομαι ότι θα μπορούσα να’χα πάει καλύτερα. Εστιάζω στα σημεία που δεν έβγαλαν γέλιο.<br /><br />Απόψε ήταν αλλιώς.<br />Απόψε πήγα <span style="font-style: italic;">καλά</span>. Απόψε, για πρώτη φορά , είμαι ευχαριστημένος.<br />Συνειδητοποίησα ότι βρίσκομαι στο στάδιο που πασχίζω ακόμη να δικαιολογήσω την παρουσία μου στην σκηνή. Αυτό που εισπράττω συνήθως είναι η αποδοχή του κοινού. "Χε... καλός αυτός".<br />Σήμερα εισέπραξα θαυμασμό.<br /><br />Ήταν, βέβαια, <span style="font-style: italic;">πάρα </span>πολύ καλό κοινό. Δεν είναι ότι έπαιξα τέλεια, ή ότι γέλασαν σε όλα μου τα αστεία, αλλά με έκαναν να νιώσω θεός. Είχα ζήσει την απόλυτη απελπισία του να μην πηγαίνεις καλά, αλλά ποτέ πριν </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">δεν είχα νιώσει </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">αυτήν την ικανοποίηση. </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Είναι <span style="font-style: italic;">ωραία </span>να στέκεσαι στην σκηνή και να περιμένεις να σταματήσει το χειροκρότημα και να καταλαγιάσουν τα γέλια. Έφυγα από τις Νύχτες Κωμωδίας νιώθοντας λίγο ψηλότερος. Γύρω στο 1,87.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Πρέπει να βελτιωθώ. Πολύ. Θέλω να νιώθω έτσι μετά από <span style="font-style: italic;">κάθε</span> παράσταση.</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593882539900916954.post-69067728361715935142008-02-24T03:00:00.012+02:002008-02-24T03:39:37.489+02:00Weird Way With Words<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Το πρώτο τραγούδι στο οποίο να συμμετέχουν περισσότεροι από έναν μουσικοί που άκουσα ποτέ ήταν η έκδοση του Perfect Day στην οποία συμμετέχουν - μεταξύ των άλλων - ο Bono, o David Bowie, η Suzanne Vega, o Elton John και o Pavarotti. Όλα αυτά πριν από σχεδόν 10 χρόνια, τον καιρό που το να χωράει ένα 5λεπτο τραγούδι σε 5mb ήταν εντυπωσιακό και που, για να το ακούσεις κιόλας, έπρεπε να περιμένεις μισή ώρα να κατέβει απ'το Napster.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Θυμάμαι ακόμη το filename:<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Lou Reed feat. Bono, David Bowie, Pavarotti etc - Perfect Day.mp3</span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Είναι ωραίο κομμάτι από μόνο του αλλά το γεγονός ότι κάθε στίχο τον ερμηνεύει κάποιος διαφορετικός από τους (λίγους, ομολογουμένως) μουσ</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">ικούς που ήξερα τότε το έκανε να πάρει επικές διαστάσεις στον νου μου. Φανταζόμουν την ηχογράφησή του: όλοι αυτοί οι τραγουδιστές σε μια σειρά - ο ένας δίπλα στον άλλον - με κάποιο περίπλοκο μηχάνημα να μετακινεί το (μοναδικό) μικρόφωνο από τον έναν στον επόμενο, μόλις ο πρώτος τελείωνε τον στίχο του. Ήταν <span style="font-style: italic;">κατόρθωμα </span>για τον Lou Reed να τους μαζέψει όλους αυτούς και να τους συγχρονίσει τόσο άψογα.<br />Γι'αυτό μάλλον ο τίτλος γράφει "feat."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Μόλις πριν κανά δίμηνο συνειδητοποίησα τι σημαίνει πραγματικά. "<span style="font-style: italic;">Α</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ΧΑ</span>!" Μέχρι τότε απορούσα πως μπορεί να θεωρούνται "κατορθώματα" προσπάθειες που περιλάμβαναν </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">όλους κι όλους </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">2 καλλιτέχνες.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Άλλες εκλάμψεις: "Ρε συ! Οι Beatles γράφονται με 'a' από το beat!" Ή την φορά που είπα σ'έναν θείο μου ότι θα πάω να δω τους Tsopana Rave.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">-Χα! Τέλειο όνομα - Τσοπαναραίοι!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">-!!!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Το παθαίνω συχνά! Έχω την τάση να λαμβάνω τους αγγλικούς τίτλους σαν ήχους, σύνολα από συλλαβές, χωρίς να φτάνουν ποτέ ως το σημείο του εγκεφάλου όπου αντιστοιχίζονται στις έννοιές τους. Άλλωστε, πολλά όνοματα συγκροτημάτων, εταιριών και προϊόντων δεν "σημαίνουν" κάτι (</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dark Horse, </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Wacom, Firefox και Arctic Monkeys μερικά παραδείγματα εδώ γύρω μου). Δίχως αμφιβολία το μυαλό μου, σε μια προσπάθεια</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> να λειτουργεί ακόμη πιο αποδοτικά, αποφεύγει να ξοδέψει κύκλους μηχανής αναζητώντας νόηματα εκεί που πιθανόν να μην υπάρχουν. Είτε αυτό, είτε ο εγκέφαλός μου, ως <span style="font-style: italic;">ζωτικό όργανο</span>, είναι τεμπέλης.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Το μόνο που ξέρω είναι ότι έγινα ρεζίλι όταν άνοιξα να γράψω CD κι αναφώνησα "ΑΜΑΝ! Ο Νέρωνας! Rome!"</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Nc98aFrIs/R8DGkiv6cDI/AAAAAAAAALE/eM5BXyub4_g/s320/nero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170350703326687282" border="0" /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">... δείχνει το <span style="font-style: italic;">Κολοσσαίο</span> να <span style="font-style: italic;">φλέγεται</span>, for fuck's sake!</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1