17. mai brooklyn

With the celebration of Norways constitution day I drank way too much Champagne. Merde champagne. I wound up on a sofa in Brooklyn(at some very nice people). Ms. H gave me some directions and I went out exploring the next day. I was really hung over and introvert, that slo-mo feeling. I love to look at new stuff in this state, feel appropriatly jaded enough to let it flow through me and be one with it -as such. Thus exploration of new cities is ideal because you automatically blend.

Anyway, Brooklyn is generally two stories tall with wide streets, it is very cinematic. The pace is alot slower than the super-stress on Manhatten and that feels comfortable. There are many small shops, as opposed to supermarkets and super-corporations, and that feels comfortable too. As everywhere it seems, the pressure is on the low-cost areas as they're being upgraded and the general populace dares move in. Rumours of conspiracy. I eventually got tired walking and checked out the elevated train. As I entered the station my two choices were Manhattan and Coney Island. Easy, Coney Island it is. The name has an almost mythological ring in my head, I musta heard it in a million movies, the way there though, was long. It was fun to see Brooklyn from above, and the train was almost empty, letting me stretch me legs and comfy up next to a window. Nice Brooklyn, I thought about getting off on the stop with the aquarium but didn't, fucking fish, and suddenly we arrived in this huge metal hall.

Last stop, Coney Island; so I head down the Mermaid avenue for awhile, then turns left towards the river(?) and finds the amusement parks. The beach is not yet officially opened and it's not that warm, so the crowds are light, fine by me. I find the plank-walk or whatever it was called and walk along the beach towards the pier. I see an island out on the river(?) -it's amazingly flat. The housing projects are ugly and looming, reminding me of similar areas in Europe, huge building-machines, exactly similar 20 stories(or so) tall apartment blocks, lots of them. I think about HL2. Anyway, I head on back to brooklyn and walk off at a random stop 'cause it is named something with park. Lucky guess there is a park, big one, it had a nice pond and a little house. A couple were taking their wedding pictures there, the homies were hanging out, very idyllic. The sun is waning and tired my legs are so back to the subway I get. Manhattan, take me home -country girl. The ride is uneventful till suddenly the walls on the sides disappears and there is a spectacular view of the river, Manhattan and Brooklyn. We are driving over the Brooklyn bridge and it feels awkard for someone with a fear of heights, but it's the best view I've gotten out any subway line in the world(ahem). With the sunset and all.

So go home and sleep and next day I run to the Loews digital cinema on 34th. street to see Star Wars episode 3, revenge of the sith. And what a travesty it is, when he finally became darth vader I thought -finally, that was a long intro, now the movie begins, and what?
That was totally not the movie I wanted to see. There was more of darth vader in the ad than in the fucking movie.

Digital cinema projection looks pretty good, but not good enough. It was like TV but huge and alot clearer, but whenever I got bored my eyes started looking around on the screen, looking at the details, and alot of them were in monkey island resolution, which felt silly. I liked ofcourse the stability of the picture, and that it was super-clean(not a scratch in sight). I do think that I like film better than this, however, the world is on a fast track to replace film with digital video so we'll all just have to get used to it. And it's not really a bad format, it's great for home projection, but they should really have more resolution if they want to keep people coming to the theatres after HDTV finally hits the market big next year or so.

my two cents

b