“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart...”
Nelson Mandela died today..
Victor: Nobody likes scientists.
Mr. Rzykruski: They like what science gives them, but not the questions, no. Not the questions that science asks.
Victor: [thinks for a second] Actually, I have a question.
Mr. Rzykruski: He, he. That is why you are a scientist.
Victor: I was doing my experiment, my project, and the first time it worked great, but the next time it didn't. I mean, it sort of worked, but then it didn't. And I don't know why.
Mr. Rzykruski: Then maybe you never really understood it the first time. People think science is here [points to his head], but it is also here [places his hand on his chest]. The first time, did you love your experiment?
Victor: Yes. [thinks of Sparky licking his hand]
Mr. Rzykruski: And the second time?
Victor: [Thinks of the invisible fish] No. I just wanted it over.
Mr. Rzykruski: Then you changed the variables.
Victor: I was doing it for the wrong reason.
Mr. Rzykruski: Science is not good or bad, Victor. But it can be used both ways. That is why you must always be careful...
Often referred to as the "Father of Science Fiction," Jules Verne wrote his first novel, Five Weeks in a Balloon, at the age of 35. He went on to be the second most translated author on earth, writing books about a variety of innovations and technological advancements years before they were practical realities...
Did you deliberately try for ambiguity as opposed to a specific meaning for any scene or image?
Stanley Kubrick: No, I didn’t have to try for ambiguity; it was inevitable… But it’s the ambiguity of all art, of a fine piece of music or a painting – you don’t need written instructions by the composer or painter accompanying such works to “explain” them. “Explaining” them contributes nothing but a superficial “cultural” value which has no value except for critics and teachers who have to earn a living. Reactions to art are always different because they are always deeply personal...
Why don't you sit right back and I
I may tell you a tale, a tale of 3
Little pigs and a big bad wolf...
Well, the first little piggy
Well, he was kinda hick
He spent most of his days
Just day dreamin' of the city...
And then one day he bought a guitar
He moved to Hollywood to become a star
But living on the farm he knew nothing of the city
Built his house outta straw, what a pity?
Then one day
Jammin' on some chords
Along came the wolf
Knockin' on his door...
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin...
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in...
I'm huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin'
An' I'll blow your house in...
Well, the second little piggy
Well, he was kinda stokin'
Spent most of his days just a ganja smokin'
Hoppin' and a boppin' down on Venice beach
Gettin' paid money for religious speech...
Built his shelter from what he garbage picked
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks
Then one day he was crankin' out Bob Marley
Along came the wolf on his big bad harley...
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin...
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in...
I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin'
An' I'll blow your house in...
Well, the third little piggy
The grade A student, his daddy was a rock star
Named Pig Nugent, earned his master's degree
From Harvard college...
Built his house from his architect knowledge
A tri level mansion
Hollywood hills
Daddy's rock stardom
Paid for the bills...
Then one day came the old house masher
The big bad wolf the little piggy slasher...
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin...
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in...
Huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin'
An' I'll blow your house in...
Well, the big bad wolf, well, he huffed and he puffed
All that he could and low and behold
The little piggy's house stood
It's made out of concrete the little piggy shouted...
The wolf just frowned as he pouted
So they called 911 like any piggy would
They sent out Rambo just as fast as they could...
Yo wolf face
I'm your worst nightmare
Your ass is mine...
Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see
And that's the end of story, for you and me
But still give a listen, you just may
Hear the big wolf and little piggies say...
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin...
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
Blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
Blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
Blow your house in...
Huffin' and puffin' and
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin' and
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin' and
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and I'll puffin' and
I'll blow your house in...
And the moral of the story is
That bands with no talent
Can easily amuse idiots
With a stupid puppet show...