Movie review of "No Country For Old Men" directed by the Coen brothers

I'm much more interested in the experiential factor of the movie than having to apply some sort of an intellectual interpretation, but if that was the experience the person had of the movie, well what an experience that was for him making all of those associations. Turning the gas cylinder with hose into a scythe seemed a bit like the paranoiac critcal method as used by Dali, which is something that I approve of as a method of personal exploration.

I suppose I left the urge to interpret the movie behind, but everyone I was with was so quizzical about this Chigur character and his ghostliness, one friend thought there ought to be a sequel, another was asking me whether the final girl was actually killed and if he was going to kill her anyway despite what the coin revealed as if his whole life rested on me being able to confirm his opinion and I wasn't actually going to give him the satisfaction of pinning me down for an answer on that, and quite honestly I didn't want to buy into the world of Chigur because he seemed to me to be like an unstoppable mentally shortcircuited nutter having to rest all certain life/death decisions on the coin rather than someone having any kind of important perception to mytholigise. Another person named Chris H. who I refer to these days as the Sarcophagus Humanoid (well he looks a bit like a walking sarcophagus these days, and maybe he carries the mummified corpse of Tutenkhamun within him since his mother used to tell him that he looked like Tutenkhamun when he was a child and this brought him to believe that he is his reincarnation , and on top of that, he joyfully mumbles almost inaudible philosophical things about the key to god being love and he told me that the pyramid builders had a lot of love to give, so maybe that might be the contents of some hieroglyphics coming off the tip of his tongue, i don't know) started mumbling about Chigur's desire to control people's lives with the toss of a coin being down to pride and then another person rubbished this man's mumblings on the matter completely although his mumblings were usually lost on people anyway and there was the middle aged lady friend who really wanted the ending to all come together in a normal way and have the killer caught, and then I had to explain to one of my friends where Chigur was when the policeman entered the scene of crime of the last dead man for a look around, because he had half begun to believe that Chigur must have been in a different building completely. I'm still thankful for the confusion that the movie caused. I think that there were some other points of confusion being experienced but I can't remember them, well there was something about how Chigur was really keeping his word when he approached the last woman.

But this film was a great one for sitting too close to the screen during, because I felt enveloped by the landscapes and moving along the road. I almost have memories of being in the landscapes to this day, which is great for me since I don't get to visit too many different places

Continuation of the Pooping George incident

Today I discussed the Pooping George incident with someone named Simon who works in one of the community centres by where the incident took place, I had noticed on the way there that someone had accidently stepped in the mess on the pavement and left heel marks behind. I thought about what an awful thing for someone to have to step in. Simon then cursed over the fact that he almost stepped in it.

I walked down a corridor to overhear his boss in conversation with someone jovially saying "I wouldn't like to be in your shoes", and that I felt had a vague thread of connection with the incident.

Well quite honestly I wouldn't like to have been in the shoes of the person who stepped in the mess on the street.

Pooping George leaves a trail

There was trouble down at the local community centre today. An old man now nicknamed Pooping George became incontinent and left quite a mess on the pavement outside, we all had to be careful as to where we trod, the staff were annoyed because they weren't being payed enough to clear up the mess that Pooping George left in the toilets this really became the focal point of the day for a number of people because obviously so much must go on in their lives

Synchronistic Manifestion of Three Darrens, two gifts and an alien hand syndrome

• On Wednesday at Borders in Oxford Street for coffee, I met up with my friend Darren, who has a ponytail we had never met at Borders before for coffee, and indeed it was the first time that I had coffee with anyone at Borders bookshop. We spent a good few hours talking and drinking coffee. There was a DVD there which was very very cheap, it was The Fountain, by Darren Aronofsky. I had informed some people some months earlier about my tradition of only watching Darren Aronofsky when I could find them on DVD in the bargain bin in a shop. Well I had found it and he bought it for me. The Fountain may well be a good movie, it's known to be visually splendid, I will see.

• The following day, in Borders in Charing Cross road which was up the road and around the corner, I met a lady who I had spoken to some months ago about my pyramid and she wanted to have coffee with me, and she had thought about me recently. I had gone to that shop to find a book with a photograph of the hand of the alien queen from Aliens. She introduced me to her son Darren who had a pony tail and we sat down and had coffee. This Darren decided to take a hand shape ornament that was a ring holder and place it on our table, for a photo composition since I took photos. His mother than pointed to it and said "aha, an alien hand" and she had no idea about why I had visited that shop that day. So there was a book that she wanted me to read because it spoke a lot about the sort of person I was.

• Actually, some months back in Harrow, by chance I met a lady of a Afro-Carribean background named Valina, who was someone I often met by chance time after time, and she recommended me a book called Realms Of Earth Angels by Doreen Virtue, and this lady in Borders bookshop naturally wanted to show me the exact same book and indeed since it was not expensive, she actually bought it for me. Obviously the book was hunting me down

• So there we are, a three Darrens, two evenings, two gifts, two alien hands, one after the other at Border's bookshop having coffee with friends, and i even got a call from another friend on the second evening asking me to meet up that evening, which I hadn't in a long while.

Returned from Holiday, and memories of the manifestation of the muse

This year at the holiday home I

•   I have returned from Hungary where I spent a week in my family's holiday villa. The upstairs toilet had been blocked and the showers drains did not smell so joyful. We wondered what had been going on and who had been using the house while we were absent. The new washing machine during the last stage of it's washing cycle started to jump around and had my mother not been there at the time, it might well have caused some serious damage. These were exterior manifestations of energy blockages by certain perceptions, but they were nothing I would be consciously personally dealing with.

Last Year at the holiday home

• This time last year I went to the villa with my mother and my friend Humay, and he spent one week there with us. This was a time when we experience much confusion about whether we were stepping on snails or walnuts., and whether the snails has the ability to transform into walnuts like one of the Autobots and Decepticons in Transformers would turn into vehicles and other machines.. And what would be gained by such a transformation by the snails. This time last year, I had visited the Castle Festetics with Humay, and there we discovered an exhibition of Islamic Artifacts including a photo of the tomb of Humayun, the second Mughal emperor from the 16th century whom Humay had been named after, which was a curious thing to discover considering that Hungarians general relationship with that world of thinking.

This year at the holiday home II

• My mother saved a bird that seemed to be a swallow or a housemartin, it had a daisy wrapped around it's leg and wing, it seemed almost glued on, and so the bird was unable to fly. Many swallows were huddling together on windowsils, many spent moments where they landed on the ground and sat there. There were many swallows preparing to move on now the summer was over, but as it goes, some were dying. For three days, there was heavy rain.

This year in Budapest

• My mother and I visited Budapest, the journey from train station in our village took about four years, we visited Gerbaud's coffee house again for cappuccinos, looked at the prices and times of the boat trips for a future time and also looked around shopping malls there such as the West End shopping centre and indeed the Mammoth shopping mall, both places that were considerably modern and stylish.

Last Year In Budapest

• I remember this time last year in 2006, I visited Budapest with Humay and we stayed in a hotel for a couple of days. Actually we booked a pokey little double room in a nice hotel in outer Budapest, but Humay had accidently doublebooked since he was not used to using the internet. What happened was that we were given a whole apartment that accommodated about several people and was quite luxuriously furnished. We did not want to pay double, Humay canceled the other two bookings and got a refund , but we were allowed to keep the apartment for the second day as well. Then we visited a good many places around Budapest, such as St Steven's Basilica, the Opera House, a Picasso Exhibition, the Fisherman's Bastion and indeed the main football stadium, Humay was a great football fan and wanted to show his friends that he had been there as someone else he knew had been there too. This detour to the stadium made us late for our evening train.

Manifestation of the muse back then.

• On the way back, a petite young woman got on board. She had a mop of wet golden blonde hair, dark running shoes, dark socks, a short white dress with what i think were red spots on it and a very smart looking waterproof jacket. Her legs were very well toned, I couldn't help looking at her for some reason. She had with her large Tesco shopping bag placed down at her feet, and when the train stopped at stations, she slammed the door open. I experienced her as an apparition of a goddess like muse that I often tend to wonder about, her facial features generally fitted into that plan although that goddess would have had the ability to change her facial features to some degree while still remaining recognisable. Every so often she gave me a mean look. Her jacket looked expensive and everything about her seemed out of place within the context of Budapest. The expression on her face looked almost continuously fierce. She must have stepped out of another dimension while obviously she had come from the local stadium. Meanwhile Humay's attention had been caught by two cute young plump maidens who were holding hands. Their plumpness may well have interested Robert Crumb fans of which Humay was one. My friend Humay acknowledged to some degree that the lady identified as my muse did stand out.

• Later aboard the metro, the muse appeared again in a different form, I recognised her face in the reflection of the window sitting right next to me. Her profile was different, her hair style now was longish brown hair with a fringe. She wore a vibrant green sweater, and held a leather bound book in her hands which seemed for me to be a curious thing. As I looked to her face to my side, I noticed the blueness of her eyes and went back to looking at the window reflection and for a moment she looked at me. The manifestation of the muse just reassured me that all would be fine about our getting back to the house later and to not be too concerned about the extreme amount of time. It was of course and evening then when a few blocks away from the Gerbaud there was a riot taking place and we knew nothing about it but my mother did and was concerned about our lateness

• We soon got off at a station leaving her behind , she looked in my general direction as Humay and myself soon went to the station to wait for our train back to lake Balaton. The wait would be long of course going into the early hours of the morning when the train services started up again. That was last year. What qualifies some lady to be a manifestation of my muse is yet to be something understood and I'm not going into any detail about it here but at least I recognise her personally and I believe she can generally be described.

The End

•  Back in 2007, on TV there was new footage of Osama Bin Laden. I wondered if it was an animatronics creation like the broken remains of the Bishop character in Alien 3 made by Gillis and Woodruff , or was it simply CGI?

• The cabbie who brought us to our Hungarian house from the airport charged us 1000 forint more than last June and when he brought us back to the airport he charged another extra 1000 forint on top of that.

• Just as I got home to my home in England, I received news that Humay needed me to go around and empty the bucket of water that was likely to be overflowing because the pipe that fed water into the flush system of his toilet was leaking, and Humay was one of his courses and didn't have time to come home and empty the bucket. For the next couple of days I repeatedly emptied the bucket about twice a day.

Synchronistic Manifestion of a goat

• I typed in a favourite online chatroom at DavidLynch.com, words speaking about the fact that today, at 6am pst, I felt that it was so damn obvious that someone I know in Finland, didn't run out into the street in the last half an hour to shout out the words "goat", "giraffe" and "jaw"

• As a matter of fact, I was thinking about the fact I had mentioned "goat" at 6am, and the fact I knew a woman who's family name was White but it had been changed from a Czech word for "Goat", and later that day, today, I met her in a cafe by chance perhaps, after not having seen her in a number of years

Regarding "greenhouse gas emissions"

In a newsarticle about India tackling the climate change, I've just read "greenhouse gas emissions" and saw an image of cows in a field and green coloured gas pouring out of their back sides.