HOW PANIC! AT THE DISCO REALLY BROKE UP:
panic! visited cape town, south africa in 2009 to play their final show. I believe something terrible happened there that split up the band…
ted cruz (zodiac killer and avid brendon urie lover™), bought a ticket to the show because he was in the area at the time. he had front row, and was right in front of the stage. you see, ted cruz (zodiac killer and avid brendon urie lover™) is a very FIRM hater of george ryan ross III, because he KNOWS ryden is real™, and he is deeply in love with brendon urie because he is ted cruz (zodiac killer and avid brendon urie lover). he stays calm for most of the show, but towards the end, george ryan ross III DROPS his ENTIRE GUITAR on the foot of ted cruz (zodiac killer and avid brendon urie lover™).. this is the final straw for ted cruz (zodiac killer and avid brendon urie lover™). he KILLS george ryan ross III and REPLACES HIM with a LIZARD PERSON (seen above ^). brendon is deeply in love with george ryan ross III, but he simply cannot accept the new, scalier version of george ryan ross III. brendon breaks up with george ryan ross III, thus ending both ryden AND the band panic! at the disco.
and that’s the story of how ted cruz (zodiac killer and avid brendon urie lover™) ended both panic! at the disco, AND the ICONIC ship, ryden.
If Alfred Hitchcock had been Egyptian and bisexual, and had himself played Norman Bates, Psycho might have been something like this. Sweaty, musical, melodramatic and political, Cairo Station stars ballsy writer-director Youssef Chahine as a homicidal newspaper seller in Cairo’s vast railway station. In the 1950s, movies such as Rebel without a Cause and All That Heaven Allows were about repression as a ticking time bomb, but Chahine’s film about sexual desire with no outlet was one of the biggest cinematic bombs of the decade.
Sambizanga (1973, Congo/Angola)
“I’ve only seen this film once, but will never forget images as bold, as well-lit as Caravaggio paintings. It’s a modern, radical account of a woman going from prison to prison, looking for her husband. The setting is Angola, but it was filmed in Congo. Director Sarah Maldoror studied in Moscow, worked on the classic The Battle of Algiers, then grabbed African cinema by the scruff of the neck, forcing it to engage with feminism, loss and movie aesthetics. Wow.”
Chronicle of the Year of Embers (Algeria, 1975) Here’s cinema as a history painting, as epic as Bertolucci’s 1900. If our movie memories weren’t Hollywood-skewed, we’d think of Chronicle of the Years of Embers as a classic but, despite winning the Palme d'or in Cannes in 1975, Mohammad Lakhdar-Hamina’s film has fallen into the shadows. Which is what it’s about, in a way. An Algerian peasant from a tiny village is drawn into the de-colonial struggle. A deranged, homeless soothsayer (played by the director himself) jokes and japes at history. A cast of thousands, fascinating politics, bravura staging.
The Wind (Mali, 1983) A Romeo and Juliet story. The star-crossed lovers take drugs, try to pass exams, get involved with student politics. The Wind, by Africa’s greatest living director Souleymane Cissé, has the flavour of 60s hippy movies from America, but his story casts long shadows. She’s from a modern Malian military family; his roots are tribal, magical. Against this fresco of African life they try to find erotic, sincere, funny moments together. The imagery is gorgeous, the music modernist and unforgettable, the ending is mythic.
Hyenas (Senegal, 1992) Don’t know where to start with African film? Try this gobsmacking film by Senegal’s punk master-director Djibril Diop Mambéty. The story (from a Friedrich Dürrenmatt play) tells of a woman who, jilted by her lover, goes abroad, gets as rich as the world bank, then returns home, half made of gold. Yes, it’s that surreal. What does the woman find when she gets back? An avaricious, vacuous Africa, in love with TV soap operas and fridges. The twist in the story shocks, but what’s really daring is that the village where Mambety sets the tale, where he pins his nation to the wall, is … his hometown. Mambéty was Africa’s Orson Welles.
Guelwaar (Senegal, 1993) In the same year as Hyenas, Africa’s founding father filmmaker Ousmane Sembène made this gripping, state of the nation film. A Catholic and a Muslim die on the same day. The Islamic villagers claim the body of their guy, and bury him at once, as is the Islamic custom. But they got the Catholic’s body. And he was a dissident. And was probably killed by the authorities for arguing against accepting foreign aid for Senegal. Sembène takes this brilliant scenario (based on a true story) and turns it into a chess game of multiple characters, an engrossing drama about African religion and, underneath that, a film about African pride. The final scene is astonishing (and seriously challenging for anyone who has given money to African charities) and the four songs by Baaba Maal are the film’s soul.
The Silences of the Palace (Tunisia, 1994) There are so many flashbacks in African films, it’s as though the continent is always remembering. Former film editor Moufida Tlatli makes this film all about flashbacks. A young woman at the end of French rule in Tunisia begins to realise that her beautiful mother’s servitude in colonial times was sexual as well as economic. Where some of the above films are full of attack, this one is more dreamlike, but no less political. And if Tlatli’s career wasn’t already interesting enough, in the Arab spring, after the fall of the Tunisian government, she became culture minister in the new provisional government. The film was co-written by another great Tunisian director, Nouri Bouzid.
Keita, The Heritage of the Griot (Burkina Faso, 1996) One of the world’s poorest countries, Burkina Faso is also one of the world’s most cinephile countries. Dani Kouyaté’s winning film shows a bright, modern boy learning the Darwinian facts of history. But then a traditional storyteller tells him the mythic version – a 13th-century tale about the Mande people. Kouyaté’s father, a real-life Griot, plays the storyteller and brings the magic-realist version of history alive. How does the boy reconcile the two versions? How do we live life as both poetry and prose? This gentle film has near-universal zing.
Waiting for Happiness (Mauritania, 2002) The first knock-out African film I saw in the new millennium was this burnished mood-piece. It pictures Mauritania as a kind of limbo, where everyone is waiting, watching, dreaming of going to France or elsewhere. A boy tries to install an electric light. A rootless man’s shirt is the exact same material as his curtains and sofa. As these people drift and dream we see, through their eyes, street scenes of utter beauty, and we hear, through their ears, Malian Oumou Sangaré’s gorgeous score.
District 9 (South Africa, 2009) I don’t need to say much about South African wunderkind Neill Blomkamp’s ET-in-the-slums-of-Joburg roller coaster, except that it was the best African sci-fi film since Souleymane Cissé’s masterpiece Yeelen/Brightness, made more than 20 years earlier.
Hallo almal! Hello everyone! This week’s Language of the Week #LOTW is Afrikaans.
Afrikaans is spoken in South Africa and is recognized as one of South Africa’s 11 official languages. Afrikaans sounds very similar to Dutch, and this is because the language evolved from Dutch.
In South Africa, Afrikaans is taught as a compulsory subject in some schools. There have been concerns in the past that the language is dying due to Afrikaans natives attending English schools and mixing English in with the language, but due to the rise of new Afrikaans music, films and books, it seems as if the language is stronger than ever.
Wanna know some Afrikaans phrases?
Hey, how are you? Haai, hoe gaan dit?
I am hungry. Ek is honger.
Afrikaans is a beautiful language. Afrikaans is ‘n pragtige taal.
Watch co-founder Lindie speak her native language in this video!
Hello, my name is Lindie. I am 19 years old and I am South African. My father is a diplomat, so I spent the biggest part of my life in Paris, Pakistan and Dubai. The only time, or the only place where I could speak Afrikaans was in the house with my family. So I have heard from a few people that I have a strange accent when I speak Afrikaans. When we moved back from Dubai to South Africa in 2009, I learnt Afrikaans on school level for the first time, as home language Afrikaans. (not first additional language - there are two options for Afrikaans in South African schools). I ended up receiving the matric [last year of high school] Afrikaans prize, to my surprise. In those four years, I picked up a new love and interest in the language, especially for poetry and Afrikaans films. I study information design at university, but my passion is actually languages. I dream to speak 10 languages by the time I am finished with university. I would also like to work in South Korea, in the design industry, one day… so that I can mix my interests of language and design. Those are my dreams for the future. Now my parents and my younger brother live in Japan, so I am focusing on learning Japanese better so that when I visit them in a few months, I will be able to speak the language. I believe that learning another language makes you another person, and it opens so many doors and you learn so much more about other cultures. And languages are just fantastic. That is all I can say…its fantastic. So yes, that was just a bit about my absolute passion for language. Yeah.
Hallo, my naam is Lindie, ek is 19 jaar oud en ek is Suid Afrikaans. My pa is 'n diplomaat, so ek het die grootste deel van my lewe spandeer in Parys, Pakistan en Doebai. Die enigste tyd, of plek wanneer ek eintlik Afrikaans kon praat was in die huis saam met my familie, so ek het al van 'n paar mense gehoor dat ek 'n vreemde aksent het as ek Afrikaans praat. Toe ons in 2009 terrug getrek het van Doebai af Suid-Afrika toe het ek vir die eerste keer Afrikaans as skoolvak geleer , as huistaal afrikaans. Ek het toe eintlik die Matriek prys vir Afrikaans gewen tot my verbasing. Ek het in daai vier jaar 'n nuwe liefde en belangsteling opgetel vir die taal,veral gedigde en Afrikanse films. Ek swot inlkigtingsontwerp op universiteit maar my passie is eintlik tale. Ek droom om 10 tale te kan praat teen die tyd wat ek klaar is met universiteit. Ek sal graag eendag wil werk in Korea in die ontwerp besigheid daar, sodat ek my belangstelling en liefde vir die Koreanse taal en ontwerp kan meng, so dit is my drome vir die toekoms. Nou bly my ma-hulle en my jonger broer in Japan, so ek probeer ook fokus ook om daai taal beter te leer sodat ek wanneer ek vir hulle gaan kuier in 'n paar maande sal ek hopelik die taal kan praat. Ek glo dat om 'n ander taal te praat maak vir jou 'n ander persoon en dit maak so veel deure oop, en jy leer so veel oor ander kulture. Tale is net fantasties, dis al wat ek kan se, dis fantasies. So ja, dit was maar net 'n bietjie oor my absolute passie vir taal. Ja.
hELLO i was wondering if you had any pictures of pre split panic in south africa on 2009 idk i hope this is not a bother ive been lookin for ages but i cant seem to find many of them itd be rly helpful :-)) so yeaa
Do you know how Iker and Sara met?:) And other thing of their relationship?:)
They had met for the first time in South Africa during the 2009 FIFA
Federations Cup. During her interview with the capitan of Spain NT,
Iker as a newly single man fell in love with her beauty. He was trying to do
something to make Sara fall in love too, but she was then in
relationship with other man. All changed in winter 2009, because in
December/January, Iker always post a photo where he is writing about the
anniversary. Their relationship came into light after Mundial in 2010,
when Spain won and Sara as a journalist had to make an interview with
Iker. Iker was really moved and when Sara asked him about the emotions,
what he was feeling right there, he tahnked his parents, his brother and
stopped, he just cried from happiness.Here, more informations from
Iker and Sara’s relationship was already well know before that famous
kiss. They had been followed, sometimes to the point of cruelty, since
almost their first date.That’s why they suffered so much during
the World Cup with British media even blaming Sara when Spain lost their
first game (one of the most ridiculous articles I’ve ever read). Which
is why Iker finally winning the Cup and kissing Sara after the game was
so meaningful, he was showing his support to her to the entire world
- ,,Nothing happend. Let`s talk a little about the match and then we`ll… - Sara said
- No, let`s talk a little about you. - he said and…I think we all know what happend…
photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — One day he went into the forest alone. He had in mind what he wanted. Not every boy knows with such clarity who he prefers for a companion but he had decided on a baboon. The boy somehow captured the animal. The details are vague. This is what he said. To tell you the truth, I don’t believe it. Though he had a certain kind of courage no boy this small has any business chasing dangerous animals around so far outside the Suri village. Especially not in the nurseries of big mother baboons, which are all teeth and banshee shrieking. In any case the beginning is irrelevant. There is always a boy like this, and a baboon without a name. For a while they would be great friends. Everyday they wandered and played together. House to house, aunt to aunt, asking food, wasting time. They are coming to be almost the same age, human and baboon lives passing like satellites, their orbits nearing, nearing. In the afternoons they walked in long cool shadows, just the pair of them. In the evenings the baboon slept curled beside him. It was saddest because you knew it couldn’t last. After this brief perigee the baboon would grow bigger, stronger, surpassing the boy’s young courage, willful and unpredictable as everything that lives. Then the decision so far suspended would come down, and it would not be the boy’s to make. But let’s don’t talk about that. The daydream can play out a little longer. See how the boy has painted its face. See how it holds him, how it desires to be held. This is a dream you will recognize, one we’ve shared. To be understood for a moment beyond words.
For the last six years, Randy Olson and I have been documenting culture, change, and conflict in the watershed that connects southern Ethiopia and northern Kenya. In the August issue of @natgeo magazine we’ll publish the latest in our series, #NGwatershedstories. Join us at @randyolson and @neilshea13 as we follow water through the desert.
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