<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239215594458369775</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:46:33.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art &amp; Anarchy</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where the meeting of art and life eradicate both "life" and "art."  A place where the meeting of the personal and the political can liquidate "institutions" and the "individual."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artandanarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239215594458369775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artandanarchy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667800221987404633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kl3X0IaoKeA/SiSteyECIdI/AAAAAAAAABY/ObJ8VBAdI7M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239215594458369775.post-5078585206549980130</id><published>2009-12-28T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:14:04.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Films of the Decade 2000-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;With the decade drawing to a close i decided to sum up some of favorite films from the last ten years (2000-2009).   As would be expected, a lot of favorites didn't make the final cut...so sad. Here are my top 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;25.  Jackass the Movie (2002)&lt;div&gt;24.  Hero (2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.  Brokeback Mountain (2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.  Zodiac (2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.  Before Sunset (2004)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.  Borat (2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.  Brown Bunny (2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.  Grindhouse (2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  Gerry (2002)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  Man on Wire (2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  The Visitor (2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  Signs (2002)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  Inglourious Basterds (2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  The Squid and the Whale (2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  Snatch (2000)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Eagle vs. Shark (2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.   Waking Life (2001)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.   King of Kong (2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.   Sicko (2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.   Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   Requiem for a Dream (2000)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   Me and You and Everyone We Know (2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   I Heart Huckabees (2004)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.   Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001, 2002, 2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.   Once (2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239215594458369775-5078585206549980130?l=artandanarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artandanarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5078585206549980130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239215594458369775&amp;postID=5078585206549980130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239215594458369775/posts/default/5078585206549980130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239215594458369775/posts/default/5078585206549980130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artandanarchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/favorite-films-of-decade-2000-2009.html' title='Favorite Films of the Decade 2000-2009'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667800221987404633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kl3X0IaoKeA/SiSteyECIdI/AAAAAAAAABY/ObJ8VBAdI7M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239215594458369775.post-4669667573059832797</id><published>2008-09-11T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:11:05.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First WTC Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kl3X0IaoKeA/SMlMWdpGV9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/l12cDKHL9Bs/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kl3X0IaoKeA/SMlMWdpGV9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/l12cDKHL9Bs/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244807189847496658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In light of today's 7 year anniversary of 9/11 i wanted to offer my own memorial/retrospective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The skinny young Frenchman in the black and white photo above was the very first World Trade Center terrorist.  His name is Philippe Petit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On a windy day on August 7, 1974 Petit committed what he called the "artistic crime of the century" by illegally performing a high-wire walk between the two WTC towers.  He spent years practicing and preparing for the stunt, taking part in undercover espionage to develop plans for breaking in to the buildings, setting up equipment, and coordinating a team of "inside men" recruited to assist in the "artistic terrorism."  Standing 110 stories above downtown Manhattan he walked the 140' gap between the two towers on a steel cable that he had rigged with his team during the cover of night.  He walked back and forth across the cable evading the cops who were waiting for him on both ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kl3X0IaoKeA/SMlKfOQh3FI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AJkjrjzRDkY/s320/man-on-wire-20080722025243603_640w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244805141313477714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I recently watched the documentary about Petit's stunt, called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manonwire.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Man on Wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;It is one of the most inspirational documentaries i've ever seen.  To watch this man chase down a dream with such fervor and determination - a dream that even his closest friends thought was sheer folly, sheer suicide, sheer madness -is an experience that can only be described as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humbling&lt;/span&gt;.  Petit is shown as a desperate genius, a wild-eyed idealist.  He is a revolutionary in the greatest tradition.  For him, the concrete world is not a given it's an opportunity.  Architecture is not just a structure of pragmatism it's a playground, a theatre.  Actions of amazing magnitude need no explanation at all.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When, at the end of the film, a handcuffed Petit is asked by a reporter why he did this he poignantly answers, "there is no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;."  Indeed.  To live your life on a tightrope is to move beyond explanations, to move beyond reason, to simply &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kl3X0IaoKeA/SMlLgEJgDuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T0B8KwIbLIM/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kl3X0IaoKeA/SMlLgEJgDuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T0B8KwIbLIM/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" 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First WTC Terrorist'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667800221987404633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kl3X0IaoKeA/SiSteyECIdI/AAAAAAAAABY/ObJ8VBAdI7M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kl3X0IaoKeA/SMlMWdpGV9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/l12cDKHL9Bs/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239215594458369775.post-8044127710195933776</id><published>2008-09-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:59:16.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to live by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;- Tyler Durden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;While i usually don't advocate living one's life in relation to the messages/scenarios/propaganda of Hollywood movies, i will make an exception for the revolutionary ideology contained in David Fincher's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4siTwwGvHLQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4siTwwGvHLQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239215594458369775-8044127710195933776?l=artandanarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artandanarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8044127710195933776/comments/default' title='Post 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