The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts. Bertrand Russel said it, and I quote.
Old Far West must have been a real shit hole. Forget filling your lungs with breaths of freedom at dawn and trying invane to embrace the boundaries of the vast prairie... it's a fortune not to be born there.
I would have had very little time to indulge with my cerebro-jerking, unlike now.
True Grit (2010, by Joel e Ethan Coen) is a bit overhyped these days but in the end it's a fair good movie. A Western tail, cruel as the west could be, that the Coen brothers pack together with proven mastery along with some cliches that we accept because - I kind'a suspect - they could be the very bonding element of the movie. But as I said before: it's a western movie...
The King of Limbs (2011) is the new Radiohead release. I remember scaling them back a bit while I was introducing myself to the krautrock of the 70s, but a new album from them is one of those occasions when buddah transcends his body so I pay for a legit download. The first listenings were merely some king of indirect assimilation, absent-minded, more physiological than intellectual. Eventually the dough will sound vagualy familiar. Tom Yorke is turning his ship towards a lesser popular (and memorable) kind of music but still intriguing nevertheless. Thank god.