This week movies,

First of all, I sincerely apologize for neglecting the weekly leisure report. The reason behind this is

1. Stargate Atlantis Season 1-5, ****
   
   I read about this series on the internet a few months ago and decided to give it a try. I watched a good 100 episodes comprising the five years run of this Stargate SG-1 spin-off. It is true to the television series model of periodical repetition of a given structure; in this case, contact with a new culture, troubles due to this culture or the wraith, feeling of impending doom, and happily ending back in Atlantis. There's a permanent "do the right thing" discourse underlying the whole five seasons; one can even find an apologetic to militaristic interventionism in one of the last five episodes. What really caught my eye is the permanent feeling that everything is a satire and not an apologetic of such political endeavours. Then, it doesn't mater, it's just a tv series.
   

The Big Bang Theory third season is on the winter recess. During the missing weeks, episode ten and eleven were out and Sheldon got kissed, believe it or not. I'm telling this because the real surprise is the identity of the character whom kissed Sheldon.

The cobblestones (2005)

"Love doesn't exist," he said loudly to the new moon in the night sky. Slowly, his drunken steps took him away from the hlavná namestie. The outer rim of the staré mesto, with its tower gate, surprised him whispering to himself, "nevertheless, I wanna believe it does." A world away the girl he wanted to believe he loved was probably sleeping, trying to solve her own troubles.

It was a good day, why not? After the rain, the sun always shine the most, and the skies are the most beautiful shade of blue. "Such is life", he thought, "after the dark of the night the light of the day comes, once and again."

The stride built up momentum, and then he found himself walking with a smile on his face, and a proud stance on his body, "nevertheless, I wanna believe it does", he said to the cobblestones of the road.

The bus

She came in a hurry into the bus, a mess of boxes and bags. It took him a second to stand up and offer his seat to her; politely, she declined; gentlemanly, he asked again; honestly, she accepted. They crossed words, just a few. What came in excess, flooding the bus with the warm of kindness, were disguised smiles and stares...

The nightly ride...

It begins against a pinkish background; the sun is about to leave the sky. The students, here and there, some calmly others noisily, process slowly down the hill; a living flux. Tsing Hua is never empty, but always peaceful. The road turns into a trail; it is now when the nightly journey really begins.

An undefeated steep segment stays victoriously, it is possible to hear it whispering a welcome back in the gust. The wind stays, the steep slope's way to encourage those riding; don't give up... Just a few meters more... You will do better the next time...

The rest of the trail is silent, respectful; the ghostly walkers too; it is possible to smell the silence, to feel it crawling on the skin, to taste its herbal flavour, but hear it.

The night has come; the dark sky vault can be seen as the bamboo canopy is left behind; stars are hidden beyond our polluting photons, dreaming about that time when they could see those tiny beings that manage to hide their lives from them behind a resplandecent courtain.

Now it is possible to hear the silence, it croacks! Splashes! Flaps its dark wings on the sky and screeches!