September 2006 Archives

Les Délices de l'île Maurice

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Merci Monsieur Sylvestre!

Just came back from a very satisfying meal at Les Délices de l'île Maurice, a restaurant which serves food from Mauritius, a former British and French colony on a tiny island near Madagascar in the Indian Ocean. In order to discourage myself from going, I kept on reading these reviews saying that despite the superb atmosphere you would find, the food and service would disappoint you. But neither was the case. I tend to think that people who've heard about it thought it would of that brand of fancy expensive ethnic restaurant (in that case, they should go to Le Piton de la Fournaise instead :P).

After sitting down for five minutes, the waited brought in a plate of fried mystery vegetable, which was probably a mix of onions, potatoes and eggplant. The totally interesting part was that the restaurant doesn't have a written menu, anywhere! And the waiter or chef himself would just come to your table to tell you the menu! So, either it's a peculiarity of the house, or the chef improvises what's on the menu every night, or both! For entree, more fried stuff, just chicken. There were various herbal marinades (I'm guessing that one's diluted relish) on the table to dip your fried stuff. Came also, a tomato-based potage with coriander, and what S recognized as cracked corn.

The main dish was perhaps more remarkable. She had a saffron shrimp (heaps of them, yellowed by the saffron's teint, and perhaps a bit of turmeric too), and I had what looked like pot-cooked quails. I first heard "civet" (de cailles), and was, like, zomg, cats! But nevermind, quails are as good, especially simmered in what looked closely to a Chinese way of serving it, in a dark soya-looking sauce base, with peppercorns, cloves, and sprouted beans. White rice and salad on the side.

One of the reviews I read singled out the white rice as a reason to damn the chef, as if, savory rice would make sense with such savor-rich sauces each dish contain (always a combination of meat du jour - clams, shrimp, mussels, beef, chicken, lamb, etc, and a flavour, like curry, saffron, etc.).

Skipped the dessert (not sure if any was offered by the house), and paid only a ridiculous $13 per person, taxes/tips included, for a full-course meal. Did I mention it was a BYOW?

Bonus stage: as we left the restaurant, the chef picks a chat with us at the door, and invites us back in for a coffee. However, his coffee was 0% coffee, and 100% plum-flavoured rum. XD

272, Avenue Hickson, Verdun (metro De L'Église). The walk back to the metro on Wellington makes the infrequent Verdun visitor wonder if he was warped to a whole different city. Old 1950s-looking shop vitrines and sidewalk widths are probably in cause.

Birthday dinner party

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For some reason, have failed to blog about the birthday dinner of last week. I am turning 26, phew, so decided to have my friends over, for a dinner format that has actually not been done yet among ourselves (b/c we either have potluck + dancing parties at Tania's, or party's at Ced's with way too many people such that the host doesn't even know all guests beforehand!).

We took a lot of pictures with my camera, not of which came from my initiative. Sabina and Tania brought wine, Talal, chocolates (truffles, did not dare touch them yet), Alex, DVDs (did not end up watching), and Sayena + boyfriend Nick, wine from the Greek island of Cephalonia/Kefalonia from which Nick's family comes from. The place where we usually get our smoked salmon (cut in front of you from the fish! which is stored in a smoking cabin in the backstore!), on Victoria close to Van Horne, steps from Metro Plamondon, was closed due to Jewish holiday (but aren't the owners Greek? Greek Jews perhaps?), so I instead got "old-fashioned" smoked cooked salmon for my guests, from Délices de la Mer at Marché Jean-Talon, where my brother's childhood friend Mathieu works. I made my tomato & chick pea salad. The labneh mix with oven-baked pita bread slices was a hit, although Talal pointed out rightly that the proper way of doing it would've been with crushed dried mint, rather than fresh shredded mint.

Main dish was a leg of lamb, perfectly garlicky. To prepare it, I made slits in the meat, where I inserted whole branches of rosemary with crushed garlic. I bypassed the wine or beef broth. I added coarse salt to cover the fatty surface of the piece of meat. Cooked it for 30 minutes at 425C, and another hour for 375C. Microwaved veggies for decoration, and the health factor.

Any hope of healthiness would be destroyed by the time of the cheese platter. That day, I went to Fromagerie Hamel at Jean-Talon, and got a couple of cheese. I took a St-Agur (for Wee, his favourite), a goat crottin made in France but aged here in Quebec, a Maître Jules, and a 4-year old Cheddar. My father got a Spanish cheese from the Pyrenees that is made of ewe's milk, I think, but we forgot to open it.

Of course, the best was saved for the end, a delicious strawberry shortcake made with the freshest Chantilly cream. I don't know if it's just canned cream (I guess they would not dare do this), but it wasn't the same as the over-sweet creams of wedding cakes I promptly discard. No, it was light as a cloud, and had just a hint of sweetness.

Music of the moment!

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I've been listening a lot of the Moshi Moshi International compilation. Moshi Moshi is an UK-based label with a lot of really sweet and sour independent music with artists naming their songs with such inspired titles as "Just Because I Liked You In The Summertime (It Doesn't Mean I Want You To Be Mine)" or, my favourite "I've Got The Password To Your Shell Account" ("put my compsci skills to work // engineered your logon word").

Also, from the other side of the planet, Nan Quan Ma Ma, a boys + one girl band from Taiwan. The first two songs on the album I have (Color Palette) is a one-two punch. I catch only parts of the lyrics, b/c my Chinese is highly incompetent, more incompetent than other self-incompetent-thinking people might think. So, 01-Tonight is evocative of a first date, both participants hopeful, with soft tropical overtones. 02-Talk To Her is a bit more subtle is evocative of some sort of malaise between the participants, period of adjustment in their level of communication (or, that there's a secret). Some of the other tracks really turn me off as boringly generic Chinese pop, however.

Seemed like the McGill pool started to play music *underwater* this semester (which is, turning the balance so that you can only hear the music clearly when your head's underwater). I think it was Emily Haines' new album this Tuesday!

On Friday, Nhi, Wee's Vietnamese friend, took us to Ong Ca Can, a Viet restaurant on Ste-Catherine, which also serves anything but Pho (the other one being "Harmonie d'Asie"; finally got the name right). It's another joint which our family had been to before - but a long time ago, when before the restaurant renovated to sort of become upscale-ish chic ethnic restaurant (like Nonya, Montreal's ever-nomadic Indonesian restaurant, say).

I don't remember the food so much, because we haven't been since I was in my early teens. Sweet barbecued meats wrapped in wine leaves and pork tripes are probably a specialty (and the only thing we had, which I remember having there before). For entree, we had a Vietnamese-style salad, which uses white radish and carrots as a base, and which also contained sliced pork ears. They served us individual bowls of soup, which was a cloudy egg soup for the boys, and Vietnamese congee for the ladies. It looked nothing like the congee they serve on that other restaurant on Jean-Talon close to Parc, because the one at Ong Ca Can looked like it did not contain any of the 'ugly meat', like pork stomach, blood sausage (which is sorta yummy, in a tofu kind of way) and other unidentified animal parts, but only had ground beef. Boring, isn't it? I am forgetting about other items, because the bill did add up to $30 a person.

The weekend in taste

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Roasted Leg of Lamb

Shortcake aux fraises

The good kind of exhaustion

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I invited a few friends over, and we had my birthday dinner. Too exhausted to talk about it, but my friends took rounds with the camera.

I'm impressed, but maybe I'm easily impressed. In fact, I've been out of the loop as to new web products. The latest big thing I encountered was Flickr. Flickr and its extensive use of AJAX - just the in situ edition of photo titles/descriptions is woaw-inducing. Like, seriously, how could you *not* have thought of that before? It's not even so complicated to make work, but I suppose it would be a little harder to optimize it. The problem with this sort of application (at least the problem I bog myself with) is how do you handle large scale deployments, so to make best use of bandwidth and that sort of thing? I am indeed one of those people who would do anything to strip down the code as much as possible to try and save on bandwidth costs.

MySpace, I don't know (but I do), is the summum of bad taste, the nightmare of a standards-conscious web developer. And the worst of it is that it dates of 2005, and people will keep using it, b/c they don't know better - or they don't realize that there could be better. People like my brother, who's not dumb at all (<3), who's using a clone of LJ (GJ), b/c it does what he needs his journal to do: be able to save pics and share them with his friends. And he's likely to stay there, bicauze all of his friends are also on GJ. It's mind-boggling that the success of MySpace does not reside in the raw quality of the product, but rather on *who* uses the product. In fact, not so mind-boggling when you consider that celebrities, people associated with the brand, has always made the success of a product.


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Rest of the set.

Food trip, the other part

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From McGill, I walked through the ghetto, and took the 80 Du Parc from Milton to Rachel (less than 5 mins ride, could've walked it). I walked on Rachel toward St-Laurent.

First stop was a random Portuguese eatery on Rachel corner of Clark, I think (in the heart of Montreal's Portuguesa Quartier), and got myself a pork chop sandwich served in Portuguese bread w/ hot spices ($3.50). It was so random, that the restaurant did not have a proper sign. They also served steak ($15), and had full chicken cooked on the grill that's good for take-out.

The second stop was on St-Laurent, just a few steps north from Rachel. Was a nice-looking bakery, with a generic French-sounding name, but which was in fact (probably) owned by people of Portuguese descent, where I got myself a nata for $1.15. Natas are the proper ancestors of the HK Egg Tart. It is somewhat more wet than a HK Egg Tart, its crust not being as sandy, but more of a flaky caramelized texture rendered wet (not sure if voluntarily) by the custard. The top is broiled, unlike HK egg tarts. I gulped it down w/o tasting anything after the first bite (it happened in two bites, basically).

Third stop was Epicerie Andes, where I had pupusas twice. Wanted to fall again for the deliciously simple Central American dish, but went for something different, #22 on the menu. What was it? It was a plantain, served with a red bean sauce, and sour cream. I had in mind a dessert, but in fact, the red bean mixture was salty, and the plantain quite neutral (surely, I think, plantains != bananas, and everyone except myself would know that). Quite surprising. I was intrigued by the preceding patrons' choice, which was something called "tamal" (plural: tamales). It's like a Latino American version of the Chinese zongzi or rice dumplings, but made with corn flour, and made of a combination of meats and vegetables, depending of the style (Columbian, and Salvadorean were among the national types on sale at Andes). I bought one for takeout, and will probably have it frozen, or eaten tomorrow at lunchtime.

Then, I walked to Mont-Royal, and took the 55 St-Laurent up to Little Italy. Bought myself a copy of Asian Wave, an Asian-Canadian magazine (Chinese-Canadian, if we consider that it's bilingual - Chinese Trad, and English) that I knew about, but didn't realize was so full of contents on food!

After that 15 minutes at Multimags Petite Italie, I went to Jean-Talon market. Took pics of a sunflower with honeybees sniffing away like drug addicts, unfazed by my presence. Got myself a medium cup of ice cream (flavours: matcha and ginger) at Havre-aux-Glaces. Was tempted by the Quebec-made raw milk cheese, which name evades me, that Qui-Lait-Crû (excuse the spelling) was giving away. Met up with parents shortly after. Kept walking around, between the buffalo meat and arabic deserts stands. My mother got a basket of fried calamari. We met an old friend of my brother's, who was working at the fishmonger Delices de la Mer (which also sold varieties of Western-style preserved fish). Expectedly, I went to Premiere Moisson, and got myself a Baguette Au Levain (we have leftover cheese - so I'm only going to buy new cheese next week).

Stopped by the coffee shop for a double espresso allongé, but it made me extremely sleepy for the next hour (I wanted to try Caffe Italia, per many people's advice).

Then, went back downtown to meet friends for food (Trois Brasseurs, but I only had a Blanche) for Tony Jaa's Protector, probably one of the most plot-less pretext for showing off martial arts mastery. And mastery, it was, especially that one-shot scene at the fake multi-floors restaurant / bordello. For some reason, the gangsterness of that scene's environment was reminiscent of Red Steel. The rest was just pretty blissfully hahaha stupid, but we had good laughs and hurt for the bad guys whose asses Tony Jaa kept kicking on. Finished the night at McLean's Pub, where we saw the Alouettes do quite ok in the first half (later at home, I heard that they collapsed, lost the game 36-20, fwa).

Tomorrow, shit, nothing at all, except finishing the books I have, I hope. Duck Lo Mein for lunch, and BBQ for dinner, my mom says.

Food trip, part one

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Hmm, I am out of luck. Of the 2000 bracelets that have been drawn, I am in the last 100 to getting my turn. Just in case I'd need to wait, I already brought with me that empty bottle I got when I took home spruce beer at Emile Bertrand snack bar, down the slope from Bell Centre, past the rows of condos. Alas, the place was closed, either for vacation, or simply b/c it was the weekend.

In the homemade spruce beer, I recognize the "Marco" spruce beer brand from various places, so I suspect it could be available at select places.

I am now at the McLennan Library, buying hockey tickets online, instead. Much more efficient that way. From the conversations overheard, it would seem that people are still obsessed about Sidney Crosby, and are willing to fork out many Lizzies to see the miserable Penguins (we hope they stay that way for a few more years - otherwise, who's going to crumble in the cellar of the Eastern Conf?). I want to see all three Canadian teams from the West, b/c they come only once every three years now, b/c of the new NHL. So far, so good. I got two for Calgary (mid-October), and have locked on to two more for Edmonton (start of November). I'm getting ticks from the cheapest section possible, and if "A" is the frontmost row, then I far overestimated the interest people would have for these tickets, b/c Admission just assigned A1 and A2 to me. *g*

Now off for the Plateau, where I'll be picking up something quick. Later, will be meeting my parents at the Jean-Talon market, after they eat at generic Vietnamese restaurant, Beaubien/St-Denis. There are nice cafes over there. Will need to indulge in a espresso w/ Italian pastry.

Perfect Autumnal Saturday

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Twenty-four degrees Celsius, and methinks it's going to be fine enough to go out in shorts.

Would line up in front of the Bell Centre for Habs ticks at around noon/one pee-em, depending on my queue position. Then, getting lunch somewhere downtown. Then, moving on to places unknown. Been wanting to do that field trip for food around Montreal; otherwise, staying indoors with tomorrow's weather forecast (sunshine all over the roof) should be deemed illegal. ;p

Went to try out Fusion Sushi, that conveyor belt place discovered by thericebowl. The lady said that they opened some two months ago, which was prior to the last time I walked past it to get a computer component from a shop nearby. At that time, I didn't think it had the conveyor belt, and was a rather anonymous Japanese restaurant (which, for some reason, I subconsciously believed that it was owned by Cantonese people - and it was - but then, what's the proportion of Asian restaurants actually owned by Cantonese-speaking people?).

The sushi was pretty ordinary. Not bad, but just very ordinary. Many of the makis we had lacked tightness. There was a selection of those mixed makis, like California, spicy salmon, soft-shell crab, and tempura shrimp. They didn't use tempura flakes, but rather puffed rice. For some reason, I thought that the quality is decent, given that it was a conveyor belt sushi, b/c Genki Sushi, the Asian chain of conveyor belt sushi, made me used to sub-par sushi (with pre-cut fish, and machine-produced rice balls - which wasn't the case at Fusion).

The patronage was extremely fobby. Fobby Taiwanese facing us, fobby Mainlandese on one side, fobby HKese on the other, and us, the odd ethnic Chinese Malaysian / CBC-or-QBC duo pretending to be fobby, and then the French-speaking FOBs who arrived after we were done with our respective tenth plate.

(The specialty of the house is a "pizza sushi", which is crab meat, tobiko, and J-mayo, on a fried rice cake - not so different from the idea I make of Taiwan's McRice)

Next to the Subway's, on Lincoln Street, that small street perpendicular w/ Guy, between De Maisonneuve and Sherbrooke. Opening special, for $2 a plate (the sign wasn't there last week, I think). Alternatively, there's a $23 buffet on Saturdays.

So, it was either Rockaberry's, or I suspect, the Chinese food I ingested before going to Rockaberry's. For some reason (nostalgia of HK), I like going to restaurants to order cold cuts served on rice. It's not something I've done awful lot here (twice), but it'd be one of those default meals (w/ Japanese noodles at Ajisen) I'd take when my imaginations ran dry, and my guts for jumping into a new restaurant by myself lacked seriously.

For some reason, I imagined Rockaberry's to be shinier - especially from pictures - but the impression I got was "sticky table sides", as I sat there killing time before the other guests arrived. And when they did, there was an awful lot of catching up, and random chatter, around over-sweet desserts. Tania had the Rockaberry Special, which is, to me, a big ball of cream. Sabina had the Toblerone cake/mousse, which was also a big ball of cream too, but sitting on a cake containing bits of molten re-hardened Toblerone chocolate. Talal was sitting at the opposite edge of the table (for four), so I neglected to ask/try what he had (the last time he was there, he mentionned that the Mille-feuille had none of the layers that Mille-feuilles would usually have, plus, you guessed it, way too much cream).

Very sweet desserts aren't my cup of tea, and the milk I ordered did nothing at all to help dampen the sweetness. My favourite cake is a strawberry shortcake that the bakery near my house (Privilege) makes. I will most probably order one for my birthday, which I plan to celebrate a half-week in advance, per cause of various friends' departures from town the weekend that's half a week downstream.

I woke up several times during the night, with symptoms usually attributed to spicy stuff or an intensely garlicky or oniony meal. It's 7:30AM, almost, and I so want to go back to bed...

omg, rofl, wii!

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We briefly mentioned it at tonight's Rockaberry's gathering (I had the strawberry + peaches crumb, after having a strawberry + rhubarb on a previous takeout occasion), but maybe I subconsciously absorbed it from The Media: the Wii's coming out on November 19th. :O

Marshmallow Kisses

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Ripples Ice cream
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If goth music is supposed to make you a killer. I don't know what cutie-pop is supposed to do...

[music: The Marshmallow Kisses - The Best Days We Used To Have]

Oh Montreal, what have you done?

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The second thought that came to mind was, shit, this is the sort of thing that happen every day in Bagdhad, 100x worse the violence, in places you instinctively figure as anonymously secure like your home. First, it was the war in Lebanon, and then, probably where we should feel responsible about as Canadians, the war in Afghanistan. The situation bothers me like fingernails screeching a chalkboard. The SRC sent a journalist to Afghanistan (right after the man had covered Lebanon in July/August) to produce a series over the course of a week or two. He interviewed respected religious leaders, ordinary townspeople, etc, and all of them seemed to point the obvious, that the gov't is corrupt to the bone, and that the foreigners are not necessarily welcome. It bothers me to hear Canadian soldiers saying that they are there to help, that they fight for an ideal; and it bothers me that if we're against the war, we're not supporting the troops, and thus being un-patriotic. It seems to me that there is nothing to justify the presence of a foreign army in any active fighting role. I know people enrolled in the army, and I hope they never get sent overseas (which would probably happen - but you can correct me up on it).

But at the same time, I understand the deeper consequences of our country's army in foreign soil. It's the defense of Canada's status in the world, if not in front of the world, at least in the eyes of our most important ally. It seems at least an accurate reading of history. The Economist had a story on the 50th anniversary of the Suez Canal crisis, during which, the old European powers were led by men obsessed by the Munich compromise. I think that similarly, the road of appeasement is the last that the US/UK would be taking. I can understand that their governments act in accordance with the interests of their population - and they can't do otherwise, can they - and have decided to go the tough way.

What can you do, really? Cut your addiction to oil? That'd probably take at least a generation, and a lot of tough choices for everyone (like, do you spend extra few grands for a hybrid car?), I think. Then, maybe once the technological edge is established, maybe those powerful countries will want to release a bit of their grip on the Middle East...

That's it, quite some mish-mash nonsense. Nonetheless, the Canadian presence in Afghanistan, the American-instilled instability in Iraq: cannot bear it lah.

Still shocking when your city makes the front page of an international news service, the bad way.

And bingo, it's near Concordia... Take the metro to Guy-Concordia, exit on Guy Street, cross the street to the west side of Guy, walk up north, and turn on Lincoln, where there is this Arabic restaurant with a French name and the Dollar shop owned by Chinese people. This place is called "Fusion Sushi". It's one room with a conveyor belt sushi bar with, indeed, plates of sushi going around the isle. If the prices are the ones written at the door, then the prices are alright, but not exactly affordable. One will actually have to try - but we'd certainly be going for the conveyor belt, not the actual sushi.

(What I meant to say was that 1- the prices were decent for sushi, but then, conveyor belt sushi I had was always cheaper, b/c went in places where it isn't considered fancy-thus-should-be-relatively-more-expensive, or where you buy a lot with your CAD, and that 2- the restaurant is a counter with a circular conveyor belt, and it was a bit more than half-empty on a Tuesday evening, which I consider to be quite decent. Don't know, but I'd go on a Thu, Fri, Sat, per rule of freshest-during-weekends.)

Went to Keung Kee with Wee, supposedly the summum of Cantonese cuisine in Chinatown/Montreal. He chose mushrooms wrapped in beef meat, and I got the usual chicken bits and salted fish tofu pot. Baby bok choy came on the side, and it ended up quite expensive for Chinese food (20$ per person, all included), but come to think, not so bad, b/c you're eating out, and at a regular sit-down restaurant in a place where the rent could be expensive, I think.

The special item of the night was not the beef/mushrooms wrap (which was a good idea, but so messily cooked that it looked like nothing, drenching in its sauce), but the desert, known as 雪蛤, and which goes by sut-something, or xue3ha2 in standard pinyin. It also has the poetic name of hasma, in English, in case you wondered. This thing really looks like nothing out of the ordinary, and I probably had it many times when I was younger. It's served as a tong shui (Chinese soup desert), with lotus seeds and berries (mat jhou?), and is sweet. The ingredient of interest is the innocent-looking ooze-like structure floating around. In fact, I theorized that it was perhaps an algae. I've heard stories that one other soup which I thought was a mushroom was in fact a seafood. Well, turns out that this hasma is nothing else but frog's fallopian tubes.

... (Anyways, it didn't actually unfold like this, b/c I had knowledge of it by the time the order and disgust was passed.)

Electro @ Espace Musique

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Friday night show. Last music block:

- 23 h 40: Gold (Klee: Honeysuckle)
- 23 h 44: Beau Mot Plage (Isolee: Western Store)

And just before, there was a track from Kid Koala's new album, which is called "You mom's favourite DJ".

Now playing: Counsciousness (DJ Food: Refried Food).

And ho! Surprise: Bande À Part on Friday nights too! Good music, good music, so much good music.

The Usual

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I cooked tonight, to the displeasure of my mother, ha-ha. I guess I didn't know how it felt to be exhausted after work and having to cook for a whole family, until tonight. There were the evenings this summer with my dad when I actually came home for dinner, and cooked, which gave me a taste of what it was, or what it could be, to totally not have the energy, but yet finding some, b/c you'd literally run out of it otherwise...

So, I couldn't be bothered, and cooked linguine with some of the tomatoes from the large box my parents got from Jean-Talon market this Saturday. Part of that box is supposedly for me to make tomato sauce in jars, which I can then give to relatives and friends (my uncle said that after I got fed up from the sauce-making, he'll come over to take one). I don't know how it'll actually turn out. I'll need lots of garlic, and a pot of basil I pick up from Jean-Talon market some day after work if I feel like it (they're so tall, even the 6$ ones).

For tonight, I added Italian sausages and zucchini, but it isn't standard. Should be tomatoes + garlic + olive oil + basil, and I should put some effort in peeling the tomatoes.

Purple flower (super zoom)

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Purple flower (super zoom)
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FFM 2006: Taiyo no Uta

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Don't go see it. It reminded me of a review I read of Mizu no Onna (Woman of Water), that movie starring UA with Tadanobu Asano on the side, in which it described the movie as a moving image version of an idoru photobook. It was that which kept me annoyed from ten minutes into the movie down to the 120th or so minute that it took to end. At least I could fast-forward Mizu no Onna.

The love story had as much tension as congee, and the characters were so unbelievably plain and single-dimensioned. I don't know, but everything except the beautiful photography, annoyed the hell out of me. It's like a promotional video for YUI that people pay to see, but in the West, it passes for an art house film. I should have known better, b/c, seriously, it's not the first time.

Well, Kamakura was nice, and I even recognized quite a few places, like the beach, and the train station. It wasn't written anywhere that it was shot in Kamakura, and the director (who was present, b/c the movie is actually part of the first-time directors competition - he spoke English fluently) just pointed it out at the beginning of the film, so it was probably one of the plus point going towards the movie (YUI is cute, but her character, who's "determined to live", seriously lacks plausibility). Otherwise, a waste of my Macdonalds and time.

Winamp has unicode!

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The beta, at least. But before you rush for it, audioscrobbler *still* sends stuff in ascii only (and I actually thought WMP didn't, but it does).


And the title / header part now shows blank charas (probably because of the use of skin fonts, whereas you can override them for the playlist).

(music playing: a Mandarin self-cover of 你有自己一套!)

Hockey hockey hockey

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The rookie camp's starting on Sept 8th, but I won't give more damn than the usual alright fan. Except that I caught news that my homophone (at least the first name) Cédrick Desjardins, who won the Memorial Cup with the Remparts last year, and who went undrafted, got an AHL contract with the Bulldogs, the Habs' farm team. There were no news whatsoever, not the least of fanfare. That he went undrafted is already very surprising (perhaps because the draft has been reduced by two or three rounds a few years ago?). I would want to wonder how a young man can evolve when his junior coach was probably the best goalie of his time... And while all people around praised his performance during the final (where he stopped 46 of 48 shots, but also gave up two quick goals in the third with a lead of four goals), no one seemed to wonder that he went undrafted or why he went undrafted. I'd guess there's a question of size, character, and comparable talent in the draft. Anyways, I'm not a scout, but I gotta cheer for homophones wherever I find them (and the dude is, what, sixth or seventh goalie in the organization? ... besides, does an AHL contract even mean that he's attached to the team, somehow?).

Ordered on Monday, and arrived from Yesasia this morning. Really liked their bossa nova-ish song "你有自己一套", so I finally went and bought their albums (there's another one called KissKissKiss)...

At the same time, the radio (100.7 - Radio-Can's Espace Musique) was playing a song from Long-ge, an indigeneous Taiwanese artist (it sounded like bad Mandarin at first), called Playing Mahjong, from this compilation.

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