Inkmarks On Empty Dreams

"Killing Eve" is a great TV show because it's different and refreshing. Imagine Bond, only if he was the bad guy, a she, and a total sociopath/psychopath. Our intrepid hero, also a she, an older Asian woman to boot (something one NEVER sees on TV) on a worldwide hunt/chase for this evil Bond using only her wits and no weapons, special gadgets, or any of the usual tropes one sees in these sorts of shows/movies. Throw in British style black/deadpan humor/snark, and you pretty much have a winner. One of the best new shows on TV this season.   Written by Phoebe Waller-Bridge, the adaptions of the novellas by Luke Jennings follows the cat-and-mouse chase by MI5 security officer Eve (Sandra Oh) for the international assassin, who goes by the codename Villanelle (Jodie Comer). What surprises and delights here is that the old trope of cat and mouse, Spy v Spy is given a 360 degree turn and works so well that Killing Eve becomes your new obsession ! From the casting of two mes...

I was reluctant to start reading the intimate letters of Eleanor Roosevelt and Lorena Hickok, because I knew from what I read around that there are few letters left with Eleanor’s true feelings that Lorena hasn’t destroyed yet and I found it odd to read some letters with mundane happenings. The letters indeed contain daily issues, but they also contain electrifying intimate thoughts, feelings and beliefs of the two women. Remember Eleanor was married and not to anyone but to the US President and it was 1933, how unbelievable that such a love existed and influenced the women rights movement and made Eleanor one of the most influential US first ladies. Anna Eleanor Roosevelt Roosevelt was, by birth as well as by marriage, a patrician- descendant from one of the fifty-six men who signed the declaration of independence and married to a president of the United States, F.D. Roosevelt, her fifth cousin. Lorena Hickok aka Hick came from a poor family and has been kicked out her home by he...

  Apusul era pe sfarsite, culorile erau inflamate ca niste vise naruite de fantasme ale trecutului, chiar la ultima raza plapanda pe prapastia marii. Panglicile rosiatice ale soarelui se imbinau cu razele albastru deschise ale lunii deasupra valurilor sclipitoare ale marii, toate intruchipau perfectiunea salbaticiei neatinse ale naturii intr-o pictura pe atat de mica, pe atat de plapanda. Naturaletea peisajului era completata de silueta pictoritei din spatele sevaletului. Intr-o mana avea penelul care parea atatrnat de briza si de gandurile ei, abia atingea panza, in timp ce rochita alba de in care-i invaluia corpul parea luata de vant, care o mangaia molcom lasandu-i umarul drept dezgolit privirii nesatioase ale strainei ce o privea. Furata de frumusetea salbaticiei din peisajul sau, nu a observat perechea de safire ce o privea indragostita de privelistea ce i se oferea. O pictura intr-o pictura, exact asta vedea. Cu greu isi desprinse privirea si se indeparta amintindu-si mot...