Chris Cozea
My blogs
Blogs I follow
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Communications or Media |
| Occupation | Rich Media Producer |
| Location | Calgary, Alberta, Canada |
| Introduction | Too much to say but really not too much... |
| Interests | Ideas, Common Good, Expressions of Progress, Promoting Freedom and Education, Historiography of Ideas, Intercultural Studies, Tourism and Travel, Inventions, Renaissance Painting, Paul Delvaux, Teleology |
| Favorite movies | One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975), Scarecrow (1973), The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds (1972), Nuovo cinema Paradiso (1988), Amarcord (1973), Blowup (1966),The Conversation (1974), Duel (1971), The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988), The Duellists (1977), Per un pugno di dollari (1964), Sanjuro (Tsubaki Sanjûrô), Raba lyubvi (1976), Reconstituirea (1968), Ostre sledované vlaky (1966), Nunta de piatra (1972), Wesele (1973), Taxi Driver (1976), Psycho (1960), Solyaris / Solaris (1972), Repulsion (1965), Le Charme discret de la bourgeoisie, (1972), De Man die zijn haar kort liet knippen (1965) Le Déclin de l'empire américain(1986), Les Invasions barbares(2003) |
| Favorite music | For Painting: François Couperin, W.A.Mozart, Antonin Dvořák, Bedřich Smetana, Frédéric Chopin, For driving: Philip Glass, Led Zeppelin, Electric Light Orchestra, The Beatles, 10CC, For Partying: all the rest. |
| Favorite books | On The Marble Cliffs (Ernst Juenger), Die Blendung (Elias Canetti), The Metamorphosis (Franz Kafka), Amerika (Franz Kafka), Placebo (Chris Cozea), Remembrance of Things Past (Marcel Proust), La Ţigănci (Mircea Eliade, Legea Trupului (Ion Agârbiceanu), The Tartar Steppe (Dino Buzzati), Feuillets d'Hypnos (René Char), The Open Society and Its Enemies (K.R. Popper), Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison (Michel Foucault), Hunger (Knut Hamsun), Martin Eden (Jack London), The Man Without Qualities (Robert Musil), In der Fremde (Heinrich Heine): Ich hatte einst ein schönes Vaterland. Der Eichenbaum Wuchs dort so hoch, die Veilchen nickten sanft. Es war ein Traum. |