Encountered this word on Southpark and it not even beeped like all other abuses...
choad
/chohd/ n. Synonym for `penis' used in alt.tasteless and popularized by the denizens thereof. They say: "We think maybe it's from Middle English but we're all too damned lazy to check the OED." [I'm not. It isn't. --ESR] This term is alleged to have been inherited through 1960s underground comics, and to have been recently sighted in the Beavis and Butthead cartoons. Speakers of the Hindi, Bengali and Gujarati languages have confirmed that `choad' is in fact an Indian vernacular word equivalent to `fuck'; it is therefore likely to have entered English slang via the British Raj.
u guys know of any great indian words now part of english? its high time the exchange went the other way...i can think of chutney, curry....
Graham - I remember reading somewhere that men learn to love the person that they're attracted to and that women become more and more attracted to the person that they love. Ann - God. That's beautiful.That's really beautiful.I like that. Graham - I'm just quoting.
Quotes withing quotes within quotes...but then all have 1 source (which is tending to zero) so plagiarism, orignality, uniquness, intellectual property is all bollocks...thoughts and ideas can never be owned, can never belong...only dead things can belong, can be owned... - this is my bike, fine. - this is my idea, fuck u.
Kubrick did a marvelous job in giving one of the most spine thrilling horror flicks, as usual his forte being extremely strong and at the same time subliminal images, and ofcourse Jack Nicholson. Interestingly the movie holds the record for most takes for a scene in a film...125 times...
While it would have been great as a horror flick i ended up finding this very interesting interpretation of his work on this website.
Excerpts
And in a final stroke of brilliance, Kubrick physically melds the movie audience leaving his film with the ghostly revelers in the photograph. As the credits roll, the soundtrack ends, and we hear the 1920s audience applaud, and then the gabble of that audience talking among themselves - the same sound the crowd of moviegoers itself is probably making as it leaves the theater. It is the sound of people moving out of one stage of consciousness into another. The moviegoers are largely unaware of this soundtrack, and this reflects their unawareness that they’ve just seen a movie about themselves, about what people like them have done to the American Indian and to others. Thus to its very last foot, this film is trying to break through the complacency of its audience, to tell it, "You were, are, the people at the Overlook Ball." The opening music, over the traveling aerial shots of a tiny yellow Volkswagon penetrating the magnificent American wilderness, is the "Dies Irae" ("Day of Wrath"), part of the major funeral mass of the European Roman Catholic Church. This movie is a funeral, among other things. And it was Hitler’s Germany, another genocidal culture, that first produced the Volkswagen. At the end of the movie, in the climactic chase in the Overlook Maze, the moral maze of America and of all mankind in which we are chased by the sins of our fathers ("Danny, I’m coming. You can’t get away. I’m right behind you"), the little boy Danny escapes by retracing his own steps (an old Indian trick) and letting his father blunder past.
I believe that drugs are basically of more use to the audience than to the artist. I think that the illusion of oneness with the universe, and absorption with the significance of every object in your environment, and the pervasive aura of peace and contentment is not the ideal state for an artist. It tranquilizes the creative personality, which thrives on conflict and on the clash and ferment of ideas. The artist’s transcendence must be within his own work; he should not impose any artificial barriers between himself and the mainspring of his subconscious. One of the things that’s turned me against LSD is that all the people I know who use it have a peculiar inability to distinguish between things that are really interesting and stimulating and things that appear to be so in the state of universal bliss that the drug induces on a "good" trip. They seem to completely lose their critical faculties and disengage themselves from some of the most stimulating areas of life. Perhaps when everything is beautiful, nothing is beautiful.
An interesting snippet from Anton Chekhov’s - "The Lady with the toy dog"
Sitting side by side with a young woman, who in the dawn seemed so beautiful, Gomov, appeased and enchanted by the sight of the fairy scene, the sea, the mountains, the clouds, the wide sky, thought how at bottom, if it were thoroughly explored, everything on earth was beautiful, everything, except what we ourselves think and do when we forget the higher purposes of life and our own human dignity.
Is Gomov on LSD or just horny i dunno
Quote 2
The great nations have always acted like gangsters, and the small nations like prostitutes.
In the current scenario we could choose to see
- America as a gangster, financing tyrants like Saddam world over and then jumping in to perform its own genocide like a mega advertising campaign for its weapons.
- India as a prostitute...if you are an indian and have not figured out that you belong to a whore nation, then i dont want to break your illusion...
On a brighter (actually black and white) note here is a 9 minute flick by kubrick before he made any of his feature films.
