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2002-03-09

This is another installment of my book entitled “It’s a weird life with Nicklas Andersson”, or I might change the title to “The small book about o(pi)nions” before I’m finished. Enough about that.

I’ve just seen the movie Pi and the extras (except the commentary track). It was actually almost as I mockingly described it below. Cosy. Not comfy though, but very cosy.

This probably says a lot more about me than about the movie itself. In a way I found the speaker voice soothing as well as showing how fucked up the main character was. The camera, the angles and so forth, was nicely done, it was skillfully treading the borderline without ever stepping over it into artsy claptrap. I need to buy this movie myself soon.

Other People I Know (tm) thought it was too much with all the numbers and equations but I don’t get that point of view. Numbers is what the plot is all about and just by adding the equations doesn’t make it “too bloody intelligent.” I’m not stupid, or so I like to think, but I’m number-blind and happen to like math. This could perhaps be one of my many paradoxes as it means I will never fully understand how to add things together from one X to the Y and the square Z times the derivation of 2X. Or something like that. It is a pain in the ass.

Anyway. Despite this I followed through the content in Pi without any problem whatsoever.

Every sound has a colour but these are different and varies from person to person, kind of like Soilent Cola in Futurama. For instance when I hear the clickety sound from a keyboard, the keys have coloured the sound in a dark gray.

The door which slams shut has two colours both of them brown in different hue. When a tape (video or cassette) is eaten by a bad player, it is red. The pounding of skin to skin is blue while if you hit the hand at the wall it is more of brick-coloured.

I really want someone to give me Whitman as a Type1-font or perhaps even as OpenType the next time it is my birthday. No one will of course, but as they say: “if you’re going to fantasies, you’d better fantasies big.”