<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15100162</id><updated>2009-09-01T03:33:40.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art critic</title><subtitle type='html'>To share my thoughts about different kinds of arts I meet in a casual style. (Language varies.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SAndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576317346652149915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15100162.post-114474033842446656</id><published>2006-04-11T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:07:58.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katatonia: Disposession</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="INCREDIMAINTABLE" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="INCREDITEXTREGION" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; CURSOR: auto; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" width="100%"&gt;Szöveg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is to see a traitor go free&lt;br /&gt;it is to feel a filter in me&lt;br /&gt;it is to leave the lights that i saw&lt;br /&gt;it is to ask: is it easy to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this dead hour&lt;br /&gt;here with you&lt;br /&gt;seconds are worthless&lt;br /&gt;in this dead hour&lt;br /&gt;when all is blank&lt;br /&gt;minutes are worthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long will it take until&lt;br /&gt;there will be room again for hope&lt;br /&gt;it is so sad to see&lt;br /&gt;disposession&lt;br /&gt;it has become my obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is to have a knife in my back&lt;br /&gt;it is to say my soul got a crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehéz egy dalról írni... Hogy milyen és miért jó, meg sem próbálom leírni.&lt;br /&gt;Inkább arról beszélek, hogy miért érintett meg annyira...&lt;br /&gt;Először is a dallama igazán egyedi. Végigvisz azokon az érzéseken, amelyek&lt;br /&gt;bennem is megfogalmazódnak, amikor  nehéz valamit magam mögött hagyni. A&lt;br /&gt;másik, amit egy daltól várok, az a dallam és a szöveg kapcsolódása,&lt;br /&gt;harmóniája és ezt a Katatonia sikerrel teljesíti.&lt;br /&gt;De ami igazán sokat jelent nekem ebben a dalban, az az, hogy amikor először&lt;br /&gt;hallottam és hallgattam, akkor épp egy találkozás lezárásánál tartottam és&lt;br /&gt;bármennyire nem akartam, hogy vége legyen, akkor lett vége, amikor ezt a&lt;br /&gt;dalszöveget elküldtem.&lt;br /&gt;És lényegében erről a pillanatról szól a dal is (nekem): amikor tudom, hogy vége, és már nem is küzdök érte, de egyáltalán nem léptem túl rajta, és messze minden érzés, ami a továbblépésről szólna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="INCREDIFOOTER" width="100%"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="INCREDISOUND" valign="bottom" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="INCREDIANIM" valign="bottom" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span id="IncrediStamp"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?id=96914"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15100162-114474033842446656?l=artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/114474033842446656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15100162&amp;postID=114474033842446656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/114474033842446656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/114474033842446656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/2006/04/katatonia-disposession.html' title='Katatonia: Disposession'/><author><name>SAndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576317346652149915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00744415403385719645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15100162.post-112394449667888738</id><published>2005-08-13T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T07:48:16.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of nature / A természet művészete</title><content type='html'>The art of nature is perfect. I realised this watching the sunrise tonight. I looked at the river, the hills, the clouds, the colours, the trees – everywhere I looked was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And then I came up to my room and I realised: Hey, I’m also a creation of nature!&lt;br /&gt;And it is hard to say but I AM perfect. Not the way that I’m ideal and perfect but I AM perfect in my way.&lt;br /&gt;It’s good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A természet művészete tökéletes. Ezt ma este a naplemente alatt vettem észre. Néztem a folyót, a dombokat, a felhőket, a színeket, a fákat – akármerre néztem, tökéletes volt.&lt;br /&gt;Aztán feljöttem a szobámban és eszembejutott: Hoppá, hát én is a természet szüleménye vagyok!&lt;br /&gt;És nehéz ezt mondani, de igenis tökéletes vagyok. Nem úgy, hogy ideálisan tökéletesen, hanem a magam módján tökéletes.&lt;br /&gt;Jó ezt tudni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15100162-112394449667888738?l=artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112394449667888738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15100162&amp;postID=112394449667888738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112394449667888738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112394449667888738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/2005/08/art-of-nature-termszet-mvszete.html' title='The art of nature / A természet művészete'/><author><name>SAndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576317346652149915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00744415403385719645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15100162.post-112334988633867296</id><published>2005-08-06T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:38:06.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y277/chandlertheking/Banners/Friends/mondlerwedding.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y277/chandlertheking/Banners/Friends/mondlerwedding.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y277/chandlertheking/Banners/Friends/mondlerwedding.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y277/chandlertheking/Banners/Friends/mondlerwedding.png&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like this banner. It's about a very sweet moment in the history of Friends, the wedding of Monica and Chandler. The bigger pictures are of good choices and show the beauty of the moment. The small ones show the reactions of the other characters. This banner really shows "A groovy kind of LOVE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15100162-112334988633867296?l=artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112334988633867296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15100162&amp;postID=112334988633867296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112334988633867296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112334988633867296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/2005/08/friends-banner.html' title='Friends banner'/><author><name>SAndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576317346652149915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00744415403385719645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15100162.post-112314273020651524</id><published>2005-08-04T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:05:30.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Actually</title><content type='html'>I’m glad that this movie was made in Britain. It’s almost a Hollywood one though (look at the list of A-list actors present there) and we really like to say that no good can come from there. But this movie proves that prejudices never work. If we look at the stories (there are about 10 love stories in it) they’re not much more than a usual love story we’ve seen many times. But there are small details that really spice them up: Billy Mack’s unlucky but lovely character, the prime minister being a person, Mark’s romantic confession, etc. The wonderful musical background is also a part of these spices. Every song, not kidding, EVERY song is just at the right place, giving an extra meaning to the scene. (Note here the name of Craig Armstong who wrote some of the songs.) There’s not much dialogue in the movie and you don’t miss it. Because the music tells everything (the director’s comments said that it’s like 70% of the time) and because the actors are so good. The majority of them is just topnotch. I’m a little rigorous with Hugh Grant because of all the love movies he’s done but I gotta admit: that guy knows something about acting. He’s never gonna be a strong man but he’s just perfect in playing a weak, lovable, sweet guy. Emma Thompson is the most sensitive and intelligent woman who really knows a lot about acting. Liam Neeson – one of my favourite actors – proved me again that I love him for a reason. Bill Nighy showed us why are old musicians never honest and Rowan Atkinson talked and I’m telling you, he should do it more often! Joanna Page was a great choice: angel face in a contradictory situation, thumbs up! Who still disappointed me a little (compared to the others mentioned above, not compared others in other movies) were Alan Rickman and Keira Knightley. Rickman failed to utilize some of the scenes where the background story could be explained properly and Knightley... Well, she was annoying in the first 3 scenes (she had like 5). The DVD also contains deleted scenes which are almost entirely as good as the whole movie and whould’ve been good to see them actually IN the movie. These scenes just complete the picture what the whole movie is about: the network these people live in. The network we all live in. And that’s what I loved the most in this movie: the belief that it’s really you who chooses what you see in the world around. You can see bad things, accidents, unhappy lives – but just shake yourself and look at the world with a fresh eye. You’ll see that whatever you do, wherever you go “Love actually is all around”. And your whole life will be happier. Thank you for that Richard Curtis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15100162-112314273020651524?l=artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112314273020651524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15100162&amp;postID=112314273020651524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112314273020651524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112314273020651524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-actually.html' title='Love Actually'/><author><name>SAndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576317346652149915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00744415403385719645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15100162.post-112314270624885052</id><published>2005-08-04T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:05:06.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends702: The One With Rachel’s Book</title><content type='html'>This is the last Friends episode I have watched. (I’m watching them continously so it’s soon gonna change. :D ) Monica starts to plan their wedding with Chandler but has to face the terrible news that there’s no Monica wedding-fund any more, as her parents turned it into the beach house. Chandler does have the money though, but first he doesn’t want to spend it on “one party”. He changes his mind to make Monica happy but they agree that they want a marriage instead of a big, fancy wedding. Meanwhile, Joey finds a “porn book” on Rachel’s bed. He and Ross keep teasing Rachel with it. Finally, Rachel says, she’s gonna have sex with Joey – he refuses, he’s “scared”. Phoebe has massage clients in Ross’ flats which he doesn’t particularly favour. He accepts a massage client though because he thinks, it’s gonna be a hot lady but turns out to be her dad instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I loved here:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how Chandler and Monica settled their difference in opinions. It was sweet and lifelike – a relationship I’d like to have... The Geller-parents were amazing as usual. They get great lines and the actors are also on the top. Joey’s like a teenager again – the source of his charm. :) And Ross... He makes a stupid mistake as usual. Note. Jennifer Aniston looked amazing. I loved her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite quotes of the episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Monica: I don’t know, my hand feels weird. I guess it’s because, I’m engaged! (Shows off the ring.) How long before it starts getting annoying?&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: It starts?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Yeah, we got a lot to do! We gotta think about the flowers, the caterers, the music…&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Oh, I got some thoughts on that.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Oh wait Chandler, too many cooks…&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: A Classroom, Ross is giving a lecture.]&lt;br /&gt;Ross: And that should conclusively prove that I had the idea for Jurassic Park first!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: (to the students) Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so rude. Does anyone want to come to the movies?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Monica: A jazz trio for cocktails. The Bay City Rollers for dancing. Wait, that was from my sixth grade wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Well, you couldn’t get them anyway. Ian doesn’t plan anymore and Derrick… (Off of Rachel and Monica’s looks) And Derrick is a name I shouldn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Now, do I get to look at this book or is it just for people who are actually involved in the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Okay, let’s talk outside. (to her client) Joel, Unfortunately this time will be counted as part of your massage so try and (pause) think relaxing thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Ross: And Joel, Don't touch any of my dinosaurs. I know they're cool but they're mine.&lt;br /&gt;(only in the uncut version)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Where are you going? The vicar won’t be home for hours.&lt;br /&gt;(She comes back out.)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Joey, (nervously) where did you learn that word?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Geller: (ignoring her) Well, I’d gotten Judy pregnant. I still don’t know that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Geller: (incredulous) You don’t know how that happened?! Your dog thought my diaphragm was a chew toy!&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: What a sweet story.&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Well, at least you’re not hearing it for the first time at your fifth grade Halloween party.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Geller: What?! They wanted a scary story!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Well what happened at dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Monica: My parents spent the money for our wedding!&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: (gasps) My God! What did you order?!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Honey, umm I-I love you, (laughs) but umm, if you call our wedding a party one more time, you may not get invited.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Ross: So I guess you bought that book after we broke up huh?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Uh-huh, yeah I did, because I wore out my first copy when I was with you. (Exits.)&lt;br /&gt;Ross: (chases her) Oh yeah, yeah? Well uh, when we were going out, I read tons of porno magazines! (Realizes a table of women overheard him.) (To that table.) ‘Sup?&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: (entering) Ross! How could you do that to an old man?!&lt;br /&gt;Ross: (looking at the table) Excuse me ladies. (To Phoebe) I’m sorry?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Listen umm, I’ve been thinking, it’s not fair for me to ask you to spend all of your money on our wedding. I mean, you work, you work really hard for that.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Ehh.&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Eh, you work for that.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Look, I thought about it too, and I’m sorry. I think we should spend all of the money on the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Monica: You do?!&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Yeah, I’m putting my foot down. Yeah look, when I proposed I told you that I would do anything to make you happy, and if having the perfect wedding makes you happy then, then that’s what we’re gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Yeah! Ohh, I’ve been waitin’ so long to get on that body!&lt;br /&gt;Joey: This body?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15100162-112314270624885052?l=artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112314270624885052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15100162&amp;postID=112314270624885052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112314270624885052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112314270624885052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/2005/08/friends702-one-with-rachels-book.html' title='Friends702: The One With Rachel’s Book'/><author><name>SAndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576317346652149915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00744415403385719645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15100162.post-112314263185055492</id><published>2005-08-04T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:03:51.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan Brown: A Da Vinci-kód</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A legjobb, ha semmit sem tudsz a könyvről, amihez éppen nekifogsz. Halovány húrokat rezgetett meg a fejemben, amikor valaki felajánlotta, kölcsönadja a könyvet. A halovány húrok azt rezegték, olvasd el. Elolvastam. Elolvastam a belső borítót, az ajánlásokkal „lángelme szüleménye”, „izgalmas és robbanó elegy”, „tökéletes olvasmány”, „nem lehet letenni” – bármelyik borítóra rá lehet ezeket írni, csak dacos leszek tőle: „Na lássuk, mit tudsz!”. Este 6-kor kezdtem olvasni a könyvet. Gondoltam 1, max. 2 órát eltöltök vele, előző éjjel csak 4 órát aludtam, de nézzük, mi lesz ebből. Éjfélkor úgy éreztem, most már muszáj aludnom, mert mégiscsak fáradt leszek másnap. Majd’ egy órán keresztül próbáltam magam meggyőzni az ágyban fekve, hogy szükségem van az alvásra – ezután felkeltem és tovább olvastam. Nem kellett kávé, egyéb koffein, ajzószer, hogy fennmaradjak. EGYSZERŰEN KÉPTELEN VOLTAM LETENNI A KÖNYVET! Amikor már azt hittem, tudom, merre járunk, újabb trükk érkezett. Amikor már azt hittem, itt a megoldás, elvesztettük. Voltak események, amiket előre láttam – de még az utolsó oldalak is dobtak egy picit a teljes képen.&lt;br /&gt;Általában nem olvasok krimi, thriller jellegű könyveket és ha előre tudom, hogy ezt is ebbe a kategóriába sorolják be, nem veszem a kezembe. Örülök, hogy nem tudtam, mert fantasztikus agytornában volt részem a hosszú órák során, amiket a könyvvel töltöttem.&lt;br /&gt;Csalódással vettem viszont tudomásul, hogy az írónak nem ez az első, a témában, a kategóriában írt könyve, melyek a tartalom alapján nem sok újat hoztak. Talán néhány hónap múlva azért azokat is megnézem. Csak hogy elmondhassam újra: „Na lássuk, mit tudsz!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15100162-112314263185055492?l=artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112314263185055492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15100162&amp;postID=112314263185055492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112314263185055492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112314263185055492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/2005/08/dan-brown-da-vinci-kd.html' title='Dan Brown: A Da Vinci-kód'/><author><name>SAndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576317346652149915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00744415403385719645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15100162.post-112314260468811438</id><published>2005-08-04T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:03:24.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umberto Eco: A Foucault-inga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Olvasott embernek tartom magam, de ez a könyv kifog rajta. Eco-nak vagy hatalmas a tudása a témáról vagy leír mindent, amit csak tud, teszi mindezt különböző szereplők látószögén át, külnöböző időszakokban barangolva. Őszintén szólva ezidáig semmit sem tudtam a templomosokról. (Kivéve azt a keveset, amit minden érettségizett ember a fejében tart.) Jelen pillanatban, a könyv 457. oldalán tartva (kb. a fele) hatalmas zűrzavar lépett ennek a kevésnek a helyére, nem tudván megkülönböztetni mi az, ami igaz és mi az, ami Eco fejében létezik csak. Ecot nem lehet passzívan olvasni. Arra indít, hogy fogjam magam és nézzek utána: mi is ez az egész? Mit is csinálnak ezek a templomosok és mi közül van a szabadkőművesekhez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15100162-112314260468811438?l=artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112314260468811438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15100162&amp;postID=112314260468811438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112314260468811438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15100162/posts/default/112314260468811438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artthoughtsandcritic.blogspot.com/2005/08/umberto-eco-foucault-inga.html' title='Umberto Eco: A Foucault-inga'/><author><name>SAndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576317346652149915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00744415403385719645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>