It was dedicatedly her movie.. Audrey Tautou.. After the movie, a word had been lingering in my mind till I went to bed.
an Elegance.. .. a word for.. simplicity, uncompromising dignity, refrained passion, purity, hidden melancholy.. and maturity on top for all of those..
it was rainy in the morning.. it wasn't too bad though nobody in the course..
So, guess what, Dentonia was literally a private course only for three of us!!
Dentonia has par 3 holes only for whole 18 holes which is really good for practicing short game. I was just bringing three clubs only, pitcher, putter and 8 iron. ^,~
at first, I felt pity as I was gazing at them
contained in the small container with oxygen for freshness
hopelessly waiting to be eaten at any time.
Right after the feeling,
I asked to myself..
hey Peter.. do you really think you live in the bigger container?
...
I wasn't sure..
...
as far as intellectual capability is concerned..
I mean all those emotional , logical, verbal, computational, geometrical, artistic and reasoning capabilities which have been physiologically hardwired on us together with such state-of-the-art access mechanism of short & long term memories..
I mean all those collective wisdom, individual free will and historical richness which could be good tools to broadening my horizon.
And at least, as far as the size of the volume of whole brain is concerned..
my earth is not big enough for me..
compared to the fishes contained in that size of water tank..
though it doesn't necessarily mean that I am not happy..
Wow!! Just by chance, I found an authentic Irish Pubs last night
in my street of Danforth..
I liked the glossy brass table,
excellent taste of fresh Irish Larger,
the fast & dynamic traditional Irish strings..
and the very mood of Irish style..
Entanglement is always coexistent in the right behind
the clear cut facades of the pompous skyscrapers in the city.
For me it gives some level of comfort and feeling of balance
as life goes with the disarrangement and disorder
based on its inevitable complexity..
I see a man walking solely out of the back alley
and I feel sort of comradeship in life with him
than anybody else wearing silky dark suit with nice shirt
entering & disappearing to a gorgeous office building
through the glassy revolving door.. as I mostly used to do..
뒷골목의 뒤엉킴은
언제나 번쩍거리는 도시 경관의 바로 뒤에서 공존한다.
삶이 기본적으로 어쩔 수 없는 복잡성 위에서
무정돈하고 무질서한 채로 진행되는 만큼
이러한 뒷골목은 내게 어느 정도의 위안과 균형의 느낌을 갖게 한다..
골목에서 홀로 걸어나오는 한 남자를 보며
더한 삶의 동료의식을 느낀다.
번쩍거리는 양복에 멋진 셔츠를 차려입고
고층 사무빌딩의 회전문으로 사라져 들어가는..
나 역시 주로 그러했던.. 전형적 도시인들 보다도..
2006 Nobel Prize winner Orhan Pamuk is visiting Toronto now. He had a communication session with readers at Harbourfront Center today. Good to have him in the city. Welcome Orhan!
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What am I doing in this world? Ka asked himself. How miserable these snowflakes look from this perspective, how miserable my life is. A man lives his life, and then he falls apart and soon there is nothing left. Ka felt as if half his soul had just abandoned him but still the other half remained; he still had love in him. Like a snowflake, he would fall as he was meant to fall; he would devote himself heart and soul to the melancholy course on which his life was set. His father had a certain smell after shaving, and now this smell came back to him. He thought of his mother making breakfast, her feet aching inside her slippers on the cold kitchen floor; he had a vision of a hairbrush; he remembered his mother giving him sugary pink syrup when he woke up coughing in the night, he felt the spoon in his mouth, and as he gave his mind over to all the other little things that make up a life and realized how they all added up to a unified whole, he saw a snowflake....
So it was that Ka heard the call from deep inside of him: the call he heard only at moments of inspiration, the only sound that could ever make him happy, the sound of his muse. For the first time in four years, a poem was coming to him; although he had yet to hear the words, he knew it was already written; even as it waited in its hiding place, it radiated the power and beauty of destiny. Ka's heart rejoiced. He told the three youths he had to leave them and hurried away through the snow, thinking all the while of the poem he would write when he was back at the hotel.
Chapter Nine: Are You an Atheist? A NONBELIEVER WHO DOES NOT WANT TO KILL HIMSELF. Orhan Pamuk 'Snow'
I just liked to taste different one I never tried before..
as I was reading the quite different novel of Pamuk.
Scallop Kaseri.. sounds different!
Later I found Kaseri is a sharp tasting Greek cheese
made from sheep's milk...
It was salty and very strong in smell
which I don't like much but the food was tasty.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Symphony No. 25 in G minor
