Not A Robbery

R:"Haven't you stolen someone of something?"
E:"No, I never steal. I only forget to return."

Invite YOU To "THE Cinema"

Everything About THE Cinema：
“映像”之约
七月將盡，主流媒體關於香港回歸十周年之傳奇的渲染似乎即將告一段落，大衛波德威
爾（David Bordwell）若干年前那句對香港電影“盡皆過火，儘是癲狂”（All Too
Extravagant, Too Gratuitously Wild）的評價在這樣一個時刻回味起來卻特別撥撩人
心……也正是在此時，熱愛電影卻都對香港以及香港電影懷有特殊情感的我們三人決定
推出一個聯名博客：映像。

作為發起人，我們希望這個本於香港電影卻又放眼全球電影文化的電影博客可以不止成
為我們光影記憶的見證和對影像文化思考的交流平臺，也期待這個開放的網路空間能夠
真正成為我們信守電影理想的一種標誌。我們在此發出“映像”的聯名作者邀請——任
何熱愛電影並且喜歡用文字咀嚼影像的BLOGGER都歡迎加入我們，和我們一起用文字關
注和思考。

“映像”的創刊號將以“香港電影后97十年”為主題，邀請有興趣的朋友與大家共同分享對香港電影，特別是香港電影在回歸十年內的發展變化的意見與感想，歡迎任何與此主題有關稿件和任何相關建議，BLOG文章長短不限，中英文不限。EMAIL或者MSN聯繫我們。

我們會在每月中旬推出下一期的主題，希望大家密切關注，踴躍來稿，與更多的人交流
與分享。

EMAIL/MSN：
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Maggie Ma: MARANINHK@GMAIL.COM /MSN: maggiemaran2003@hotmail.com
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Solo Chen: byheaven@gmail.com

“映像”--- Alternative Eye

HKU 流/留言

M茫然了，不知是否如S当初一般，S是被那种匮乏到无望的愤愤给悲了一个

M说家里总下雨，S说雨过后去发现一个家乡

M说家是空城，少了吸引力，S想，家成了锁城，那种吸引力却活跃在某个尴尬的城市

M说了一段奇恋，S说她的朋友犯了Austrilia的桃花

于是：

M说了一个久违的笑话： Harry, Terry, Starferry!!! (忘记了发源地？)

S说：HK---HKU---HKUL, 最后发现永远不会忘记我们的还是……

吸引力如上二则

M：“喂！PL啊，快听嘛，这明明是青蛙在叫，你非要说是牛！”

S：不就是牛娃在叫嘛！

>>>

S: 诶，今天怎么不叫了？

M：哦，太晚了，人家下班了

(1:45P.M. ---2:10P.M. 薄扶林道，急转至上)

TBC<<<

以上内容，纯属内部谜语，非VIP会员不可解之

涂鸦进行时///Graffiti-ING

什么叫“搞艺术”！！！

肆无忌惮地贴这么多，实在是被感动了

总有人忙着想艺术，忙着谈艺术

终于，有人走上街，涂出了艺术，抹出了生活

你的生活承载了艺术，他的艺术装点了生活

这样，我们都活了！

身未动，心已远

大雨倾盆的7月，放眼窗外，是一片水雾茫茫，遮住了远眺的视线。于是闭目深吸，仿佛是泥土翻新后自由的快乐，不安分地跳进了躯体，舒展开来，上下浮动，左右微摆，空气中有大地亲切的气息，一种回归的自然。

那个地方，人们也在忙碌。有人挑了这个时日，对着天空凝视，对着山谷大喊，对着金佛许愿，诚心地向马上要别过的酒吧老板袒露了一段自己深埋的过往，恳切地向陌生的当地人询问了一个自己总在追求却千里相隔的答案。
终于，他淋过了那个地方的时晴时雨。

这个旅行是倾诉，是寻求，是遗忘
这个旅行只关风景

偶然，他来到窗台，和我看着这同一片天。

我们都走完了这一段旅程。

One Song For N:
身未动，心已远
——周迅
等待着海 变了颜色
鲜艳的火 是遥远的日落
我曾听到 神秘又浪漫的心跳
那些声音 跳进了山谷的怀抱
为我们静静的祈祷
那是它在召唤啊
要生命鲜花般灿烂
明天有未知的梦的礼物
开始吧 无尽的旅途

来不及再 犹豫一秒
它的呼唤 在动情的燃烧
我能听到 神秘又浪漫的心跳
那些声音
撕破了城市的喧嚣
洗尽现实的烦扰
那是它在召唤啊
要生命鲜花般灿烂
明天有未知的梦的礼物
开始呀 无尽的旅途
那是它在召唤啊
要生命鲜花般灿烂
明天有未知的梦的礼物
开始呀 无尽的旅途

今天偶然听到这首久违的歌，又很感动了一把，一句没有疆界的梦幻宣言
突然想起了N
记得她说过自己的假日总是被掩埋在同一个城市的忙碌中，
而我的假日总是在一个个的旅行计划中流过。
似乎我们都被困住。
承认，独自行走，需要把握未来的勇气，需要反抗被安排的叛逆。
但，我们并非安于现世，只是总期待能完美地安排一个未来。

于是，我说，我要一个人去！
没有固定的时间，没有预定的房间，没有既定的终点
只有一个想法，走出去，一个人

N是很thoughtful的，其实她总是在走，有时我也是跟不上的。她的步伐很洒脱，是可以令我羡慕的sensibility。
S to N: 只要心里想着远方，世界只是在你脑中地另一个球。

就像我一直傻傻地相信，终有一天能完成一个属于自己的完美破败的流浪!!!

Tour de France

Rasmussen Michael (DEN) For Individual

Boonen Tom (BEL) For Points

Zigzagging

Crazy For Youth

难得有一项除了足球以外的体育项目能让本人心甘请愿调整懒惰的生物钟，硬生生地给它拨后了7小时，死死地在凌晨撑了两个多钟头。其实，我早改右键刷新了， 原来环法已经第11赛段了。
一样的风景，一样的赛段
少了美国探索，少了阿姆斯特朗
虽然走了神仙，却有小妖纵横

不过今年，兴奋剂却为环法这出戏敲了不少边鼓:
Rusmussen因为未提供训练地址阻挠了兴奋剂检查而被丹麦自行车国家队除名（虽然他现在拥有黄衫）；
德国电信车队的兴奋剂丑闻引致德国电视一台电视二台宣布停止对环法的转播，以此反抗兴奋剂；
记者比赛手忙乎，汽车比自行车更热：英国电视台的两名记者为了更好地报道爬坡赛段的实况，决定提前驱车踩点，找好角度。结果他们的汽车在超时工作了N天以后，招架不住抗议了，半途因引擎过热自燃了！！！

当然不是所有的人，也不是所有的法国人都喜欢这玩意的。曾经，某人就看着我激动的双眼无所谓地投了一句:"I don't like it." 认了！ 谁叫我对什么法网也没感觉呢...

今天看了 Bertolucci 的The Dreamers，闭着眼睛听一个男人熟悉的声音:"No, thank you." 总是要在结束时习惯性的上扬，就像很久以前听到的那一句一样。
－“我能不能说我喜欢这个国家的男人说英语？”
－“你也许该说你喜欢寻求他说话的声音。”

Bloody Flooding

It is said to be the once-in-a-hundred-year flood. Many old buildings in the rural area have beed crashed down. So far, it has claimed roughly hundred lives. It reported that a well-known former 'Garden' used in the wartime has been damaged by the flood, for the three-meter outer wall was crashed down, many rooms being flooded, and some antiques like thoes tools used for torture being buried deep in the mud.

It seems most of these evidence for the "unforgetable" past has gone but these memories carried by them have not been flooded away, cause the authority said they would renew this place and recover these proof later.

I still remember that in elementary school every year the school will organize a trip for students to come to the place above to commemorate these great lives sacrificed during the war. Usually, we were supposed to write down the feelings to show our respect, admiration and gratefulness for them. However, once in my 3rd year, many of students in my class including me were asked to rewrite our writings, cause most of us wrote something "unsuitable" for such a should-be serious and meaningful activity. We wrote:"After such a happy journey around the 'Garden', we took a bus back school and kept singing all the way along." Then, the teacher accused us of not understanding the greatness and the tragic fate of these sacrificers. The next day, we came back with new version almost the same:"After such a long journey around these 'Garden' we were all touched by the sacrificers' unselfishness and their great belief. We all felt very deeply moved about their tragic fate but have reinforced our belief to study hard for a better tomorrow for the big Family. "

Many years later, I still feel funny about my deeds.

Sometimes, people play down of the memory which is not part of their personal memroy, but belonges to the group. As a memeber of the group they are supposed to have the same emotion toward these words, pictures, and statues, even without any experience. I have no doubt about the overwheling power carried by the words, picture and statues; however, what I doubt is the effect of erecting a wall for the past as well as the present to dwell in.

When the recording is in danger, there is always a fear that the meaningful and profound power of the past will be decreased. Then, there will be a hurry to recover the old. Otherwise, another way will be created to substitue for them. In one month or two, another group of visitors will again be standing on the spot, being asked to imaging some cruel beating carried by these copies of the torturement in the renewed dam dark and hell-like room.

It reminds me of a documentary made by Alain Resnais The Memory of the World which records how the antique works like books, writings are kept and how the new publications are restored in the huge library on the shelves. It says that human beings don't have good memorybut are in a fear of forgetting the past, especially these essence of human thoughts and production. As a result, library as a store is in a great function and people exert every effort to keep the "unforgetable" past "perpetual and unruinable". As a matter of fact, many of there works are barely understood by people or few of them can be recognized. When the camera is drawing away between the high shelves on two sides, with the low angle, what I see are not life-less books but lively rabits like kids even little old men who are jumping unceaseingly in transparent little bottles, yearning to break out of the glass to escape the imprisonment. However, what they don't know is while they are fixed on the shelves, many lives else have been fixed on them. What the documentary advocates is the liberation.

I couldn't images what will happen if I hold every bits of my life when I am 90 years old. How much more I am able to carry as life goes on?

Why not let the flood take away the blood?