Una muestra de la nueva herramienta estrella del photoshop cs5:
Horas y horas de trabajo de postproducción ahorradas con esta aplicación no? Pues parece que no sólo va a ser capaz de hacer estas cosas sino muchas otras:
Genial!
By Robert W. Service
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy — I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it —
Came out with a fortune last fall, —
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn't all.
No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)
It’s the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it;
Some say it’s a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it
For no land on earth — and I'm one.
You come to get rich (damned good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning;
It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it’s been since the beginning;
It seems it will be to the end.
I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim;
I've watched the big, husky sun wallow
In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I've thought that I surely was dreaming,
With the peace o' the world piled on top.
The summer — no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness —
O God! how I'm stuck on it all.
The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
I've bade 'em good-by — but I can't.
There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There’s a land — oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back — and I will.
They're making my money diminish;
I'm sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish
I'll pike to the Yukon again.
I'll fight — and you bet it’s no sham-fight;
It’s hell! — but I've been there before;
And it’s better than this by a damsite —
So me for the Yukon once more.
There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;
It’s luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
It’s the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,
It’s the forests where silence has lease;
It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.
A documentary-cum-horror film about the scariest corporate symbol in history, the 1964 Screen Gems logo, aka The S From Hell. Built around interviews with survivors still traumatized from viewing the logo after shows like Bewitched or The Monkees, the film brings their stories to life with animation, found footage, and reenactments
AWESTRALIA AWESOME POSSUM...
Dedicado a Rafa. Corto de animación nominado al oscar de este año.
META-LINK AHEAD:
www.slashfilm.com/2010/02/17/vanity-fair-profiles-john-hughes/
First of all... this article is SPOILER FREE: it's centered on the first 5 seasons.
This article is dedicated to that exclusive minority of die hard LOST fans that claim "I'm not expecting ANSWERS. ANSWERS are for pricks. The show is MUCH MORE than that".
Got it. Get it:
Lost co-creator J.J. Abrams, who has been dividing his time doing the Star Trek movie and his Fox series Fringe, still has a magic box filled with tricks that he bought as a kid and never opened.
"It's the idea of what's inside more than what's actually there that interests me," Abrams said during a recent conversation:
"You can never make anything that is as good as what someone can imagine it can be."
Aaaah... you do realize, I say, that you are writing TV shows for people who would rip that box open in a heartbeat with their bare teeth just to find out what's inside, right?
"I never thought about it that way," Abrams confesses.
And that's why Lost sucks.
People have been criticizing Lost ever since it came on the air in 2004, but only lately have die-hard fans begun to question their investment.
While Abrams may be all about the journey, A VAST MAJORITY OF THE FANS WANT THEIR QUESTIONS ANSWERED AT THE END.
And try to keep the jerking to a minimum. This season (the 5th) has all been about the time travel element, which hasn't gone quite as well as it could have. There are too many NEW ADDED characters, too many NEW ADDED storylines to keep straight in our minds. I need to drag out that map of characters that shows all the one to two degrees of Kevin Bacon separation between them all and prop it up like a finals cheat sheet.
Characters like Horace keep popping up from season to season, and now we have to connect the dots. News just leaked that a major cast member would be biting the sod before the end of the season. Do we have to re-chart?
Co-creator and producer Damon Lindelof once said that the show is all about redemption, and once a person has been redeemed, they die. Producers have also said the show wasn't about time travel -- until it was this season.
This has never been a series for the short attention span crowd. The twists and turns are like doing hard-core memory and imagination workouts. But have the producers totally lost the plot? I've forgiven the writers for the whole polar bear deal that lead me to speculate that the island was really just something trapped under a dome in the middle of a snow-covered landscape like the opening panels of Chapter XI of Watchmen.
No, it was just some critter who escaped from a Dharma zoo. And that four-toed statue shown in another episode? It was just a quick reference point to the fact that the island has been around for a long time. Smoke monster? An above-average security system.
The two men helming the Lost ship right now, Lindelof and Carlton Cuse, say these last two seasons are for the fans who have stuck with the show over the years.
Well, we're midway through the penultimate season, and I have to say this whole time travel theme has me crying whiplash. I like time travel as much as the next sci-fi fan, but you need to keep some sort of logic to it all.
Right now, there are at least 5 reasons why I'm lost this season:
5. Too many new characters.
Really? Isn't that why the red shirts got cut down by flaming arrows, so we could thin the herd a little and get back to basics? Instead, we've got to keep track of even more people. Getting out my handy chart now.
4. Ben kills Locke. Again.
How many times do we have to watch Ben kill Locke, only to have him be raised again from the dead for a higher purpose?
3. Jack suddenly gets cured of his addictions when he's on the island.
Maybe this plays into how Locke can walk and why Rose no longer has cancer? If this works Lindsay Lohan or Brit Brit might want to check it out.
2. When you exit the island without the aid of a submarine or other sea craft, you get spit into the Sahara desert close to Tunisia.
Charles Widmore says he got dumped out there after his ouster from the island. Ben Linus got transported there, and later John Locke went down the wishing well and into the desert. Wait! This reminds me of The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. The character Charlotte S. Lewis is the writers' homage to C.S. Lewis. Charlotte died after getting a nosebleed indicating cerebral hemorrhaging. As a child, she was warned by Faraday when he was spinning through time to never return to the island. The island is death. OK, now my head is hurting and I feel a nosebleed coming on.
1. A donkey wheel turns the island into a time tunnel.
I'll buy a lot of snake oil from this crew, but when they came up with idea of a rickety wooden wheel that somehow can move the island through time, well, that's just kooky talk. And when Locke popped it back into place to stabilize the erratic time jumping, which was like something out of Slaughterhouse Five, well, it brought a whole new meaning to the term "jiggle the handle."
What happend to Tony Soprano in that diner?
Who killed Laura Palmer?
