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Thanks i never listen Suzuki ... I will correct that ...

 

@srinisr 

I will stream Suzuki tomorrow. The cello deserves speakers that go down below 80Hz. The youtube sample sounded excellent, though.

@audio-b-dog 

My sense was that "Astrid" played up the "strangeness" of the protagonist, presenting her as some sort of exotic or "alien" creature. It struck me as quite stylized (or perhaps, simply "quite French"?) in this regard. I actually preferred what seemed to me a more "human/humane" portrayal in "Patience", despite the fact that I typically prefer original series to "knock-offs".  Of course, not being knowledgeable re: the spectrum, I can't reliably judge which might be more true-to-life or even if it's a case of either/or. They might be equally valid/invalid, for all I know. I simply related more to Patience. 

Reading about consciousness can be fascinating. Personally, I find connecting with it directly more rewarding. 

@stuartk 

I think the French version was more quirky and stylized and... French. Although I am a fan of French cinema and have been since the early sixties when I saw "Jules et Jim." I am also a great Truffaut fan. I like the American version and am proud that we finally didn't screw up a foreign offering. 

My interest in consciousness actually overlaps with my interest in music. I want to know if people believe that the universe is conscious. If so, music very possibly preceded us. Or another way of putting it is that we exist to make music. Kind of airy-fairy stuff, but I'm interested for what I'm writing. 

@srinisr 

I couldn't find Suzuki playing J.S. Bach's cello suites on Qobuz, but I did find him playing C.P.E. Bach's cello concertos. I enjoyed them, but was not really able to hear his style. There are very few of his recordings on Qobuz.

@stuartk 

Here's a poem about Truffaut:

In Memory of Francois Truffaut

 

It doesn't have to be a big film

with a lot of words

an innocent obsession

often goes unexpressed

 

It's enough if just once

an evening with soft-spoken

reverence he slips the knife

between our eyes

 

& opens them

to some unseen beauty

dragged in off the street

through the night:

 

The face of an abandoned boy

lit by a movie marquee

cocked in discovery

on the brink of crime

 

@audio-b-dog 

I’m pretty sure Patience is a British production.

Thanks for the poem. I like the ending because I’m uncertain whether the kid  outside the theater is in the movie or not.

One view of the universe is that it’s all a big drama ("Lila", in Hinduism) and each of us is an actor playing a part. The tricky thing is, we forget we are actors and take it seriously, as though it were real. It’s just one of many stories people have invented in an effort to explain the paradoxical nature of life. Not one I’ve warmed to, personally.