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Posted on June 10, 2009 at 6:32 PM in Culture, announcements, women
Wish I were there:
Thanks Zainab
بين سينيمائيات
(بين سينيمائيات) هو مهرجان القاهرة الثاني لسينما المرأة العربية واللاتينية والذي يعقد في الفترة من 8 إلى 13 يونيو 2009 بمركز الإبداع في دار الأوبرا المصرية.
و المهرجان هو جزء من مشروع "بين سينمائيات، برنامج تبادل سينما المرأة العربية واللاتينية". وهو مبادرة من شركة الإنتاج المصرية كلاكيت عربي والمؤسسة الثقافية كلاكيت لاتيني (إسبانيا).
(بين سينمائيات) يحاول في عامه الثاني أن يقدم إلى الجمهور أفلاماً لم نتعود على رؤيتها في صالات السينما التجارية، وهي أفلام عربية وإسبانية ومن أمريكا اللاتينية وكلها مصنوعة من قبل النساء. إن الهدف الرئيسي هو التعرف على سينما تقدم بديلاً للطريقة التقليدية في التعامل مع المرأة، سينما تحاول أن تتخلص من النظرة النمطية ومن اللغة التي تكرس في حالات كثيرة عدم المساواة والتفرقة العنصرية والدينية والجنسية والثقافية، إنها سينما تساعد على إكتشاف وجهة نظر النساء، باعتبارهن صانعات للأفلام، فيما يحيط بهن من قضايا مختلفة في البلاد العربية وفي البلاد الناطقة باللغة الإسبانية.
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v2/images/ME_Agenda/entre_cineastas_2009_ar.pdf
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(Entre Cineastas/Among filmmakers)
(Entre Cineastas/Among filmmakers/بين سينيمائيات) is the 2nd Arab-Hispano-American Women Film Festival of Cairo, that will take place in Cairo from the 8th to the 13th of June 2009, @ the Artistic Creativity Center (Cairo Opera House Complex).
The Festival is the result of a project initiated by Egyptian production company Klaketa Arabe and the Cultural Association, Klaketa Iberoamericana (Spain).
Entre Cineastas or “Among filmmakers” is a cinema exchange program between Arab and Hispano-American countries that intend to offer the public some uncommon audiovisual productions created by women. The objective is to offer an alternative to the traditional representation of the woman; a space where they can represent themselves without stereotypes and avoiding the kind of discourse that contributes to ethnic, religious, sexual and gender discrimination.
Check this link for the full program for the festival (dates & synopsis)
v2/images/ME_Agenda/entre_cineastas_2009_en.pdf
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The festival event-page on Facebook
event.php?eid=93411417058
Official website for the project (Entre Cineastas)
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Thanks Zainab
Tuesday
Mar172009
On Neighbors and Other Monsters
Posted on March 17, 2009 at 1:47 AM in Fi New York, Memoirs
I couldn't find any better title than Slavoj Zizek's to describe my situation with the creature living downstairs. So what is my pointless rant about this time? Let's start from the beginning...
Since I relocated to NYC I have been living in this complex of gentrified buildings that once upon a time used to be housing projects built for GIs. The residents have mostly been replaced by yuppies and well off families though a few ancient inhabitants still exist in rent controlled apartments. A lot has been modified and changed in the area but the main problem (which, according to my New Yorker friends, is symptomatic of all post-war buildings in NYC) still exists -the walls and ceilings are paper thin. They are so thin that I can tell when my upstairs neighbor is wearing a skirt because I can hear the rustle of fabric when she walks back and forth in the apartment!
Apart from occasional inevitable noise by the neighbors, things have been very quiet and calm until a month ago when I realized I lived above Hades, an underground world inhabited by one angry creature who I presume is a living dead for reasons that I will mention below.
For a couple of months I kept hearing screams, loud talk and knocking on walls and pipes that would take place once a week or every ten days. At the beginning I thought that the downstairs neighbors are the hot-blooded type who enjoy an occasional fight to spice up their boring life (I hear all sorts of sounds from all the apartments around me except for one type, if you know what I mean) but by the third time I realized that the noise was always produced by one woman, middle aged or older and that it is always associated with knocking sounds so I assumed that she is angry at someone for not fixing something properly. That hypothesis, unfortunately, only lasted a few minutes and from that day onwards the nature of the downstairs inhabitant was quickly revealed.
It so happened that I had my high heel boots on that afternoon (normally I don't wear heels and I don't wear shoes at all when staying home) and after putting them on and just when I was about to leave the apartment I realized that I forgot a couple of things so I ran, with them on, between the bedroom, the bathroom and the living-room only to notice that what sounds like a broom stick banging on my floor/her ceiling was literally chasing my footsteps back and forth!
A week later, as I was cleaning up my bedroom early in the morning, I moved the bed by mistake. That one short squeak of the bed legs on the wood floor made the neighbor flip so badly that her voice came to me very distinct and clear this time and for 10 to 15 minutes I was bombarded with neighborly pleasantries that only a true New Yorker can produce -a lot of F***s and B****s and other interesting linguistic combinations. Needless to say, that was follwed by me double checking that my apartment door is properly locked and that my mobile phone is where I can grap quickly if I need to call 911. The downstairs neighbor belonged to a hostile species very alien to me.
A few days later loud banging followed the screech of the desk chair I was sitting on as I tried to adjust its position while I sat on my desk reading.
Another uneventful week passed by and after a fun Friday evening party I returned home at 4 am with a friend who had to crash at my place because she missed her last train to NJ. I "instinctively" took my shoes off but the friend didn't and only after two minutes of entering the house the neighbor knocked exactly where my friend was standing with her high-heel shoes! the woman clearly had sharp ears and never slept.
From all the incidents that I have mentioned and a few other very similar ones, I now have a very vivid image of what this neighbor looks like. Below in her Hades, she is perpetually sitting there on the ground on all fours with a broom in one hand and her head turned up towards the ceiling, my floor, waiting eagerly for the least bit of noise so that she can leap to the ceiling and start her sacred and clearly much cherished ritual of banging and swearing -an image not at all soothing and one that had made me so paranoid I sometimes catch myself walking on tiptoe!
If she does that because of occasional momentary noise, I don't want to think about what she would do if I was to have a party at my place.
But seriously, why don't I do something about it? Go downstairs and talk to the woman? Unfortunately, I am the victim of a "genteel" upbringing that has done no good to me but disarm me from vital self-defence tactics like shouting back at people and swearing at them and since it is clear that politeness is not going to work with that woman I can do nothing but make sure I avoid meeting her, avoid her wrath and express my frustration and feelings of being unfairly oppressed through writing.
But occasionally I am very curious to know what this neighbor looks like. There is a grouchy old lady that I keep running into at noon outside the building when the sun is out and there is a paranoid elderly lady who I also keep running into in the entrance of the building in the evenings on my way back home who keeps telling me that she thinks that some strange men outside are staring at the building. She must be one of the two or a third eccentric friend of theirs!
Since I relocated to NYC I have been living in this complex of gentrified buildings that once upon a time used to be housing projects built for GIs. The residents have mostly been replaced by yuppies and well off families though a few ancient inhabitants still exist in rent controlled apartments. A lot has been modified and changed in the area but the main problem (which, according to my New Yorker friends, is symptomatic of all post-war buildings in NYC) still exists -the walls and ceilings are paper thin. They are so thin that I can tell when my upstairs neighbor is wearing a skirt because I can hear the rustle of fabric when she walks back and forth in the apartment!
Apart from occasional inevitable noise by the neighbors, things have been very quiet and calm until a month ago when I realized I lived above Hades, an underground world inhabited by one angry creature who I presume is a living dead for reasons that I will mention below.
For a couple of months I kept hearing screams, loud talk and knocking on walls and pipes that would take place once a week or every ten days. At the beginning I thought that the downstairs neighbors are the hot-blooded type who enjoy an occasional fight to spice up their boring life (I hear all sorts of sounds from all the apartments around me except for one type, if you know what I mean) but by the third time I realized that the noise was always produced by one woman, middle aged or older and that it is always associated with knocking sounds so I assumed that she is angry at someone for not fixing something properly. That hypothesis, unfortunately, only lasted a few minutes and from that day onwards the nature of the downstairs inhabitant was quickly revealed.
It so happened that I had my high heel boots on that afternoon (normally I don't wear heels and I don't wear shoes at all when staying home) and after putting them on and just when I was about to leave the apartment I realized that I forgot a couple of things so I ran, with them on, between the bedroom, the bathroom and the living-room only to notice that what sounds like a broom stick banging on my floor/her ceiling was literally chasing my footsteps back and forth!
A week later, as I was cleaning up my bedroom early in the morning, I moved the bed by mistake. That one short squeak of the bed legs on the wood floor made the neighbor flip so badly that her voice came to me very distinct and clear this time and for 10 to 15 minutes I was bombarded with neighborly pleasantries that only a true New Yorker can produce -a lot of F***s and B****s and other interesting linguistic combinations. Needless to say, that was follwed by me double checking that my apartment door is properly locked and that my mobile phone is where I can grap quickly if I need to call 911. The downstairs neighbor belonged to a hostile species very alien to me.
A few days later loud banging followed the screech of the desk chair I was sitting on as I tried to adjust its position while I sat on my desk reading.
Another uneventful week passed by and after a fun Friday evening party I returned home at 4 am with a friend who had to crash at my place because she missed her last train to NJ. I "instinctively" took my shoes off but the friend didn't and only after two minutes of entering the house the neighbor knocked exactly where my friend was standing with her high-heel shoes! the woman clearly had sharp ears and never slept.
From all the incidents that I have mentioned and a few other very similar ones, I now have a very vivid image of what this neighbor looks like. Below in her Hades, she is perpetually sitting there on the ground on all fours with a broom in one hand and her head turned up towards the ceiling, my floor, waiting eagerly for the least bit of noise so that she can leap to the ceiling and start her sacred and clearly much cherished ritual of banging and swearing -an image not at all soothing and one that had made me so paranoid I sometimes catch myself walking on tiptoe!
If she does that because of occasional momentary noise, I don't want to think about what she would do if I was to have a party at my place.
But seriously, why don't I do something about it? Go downstairs and talk to the woman? Unfortunately, I am the victim of a "genteel" upbringing that has done no good to me but disarm me from vital self-defence tactics like shouting back at people and swearing at them and since it is clear that politeness is not going to work with that woman I can do nothing but make sure I avoid meeting her, avoid her wrath and express my frustration and feelings of being unfairly oppressed through writing.
But occasionally I am very curious to know what this neighbor looks like. There is a grouchy old lady that I keep running into at noon outside the building when the sun is out and there is a paranoid elderly lady who I also keep running into in the entrance of the building in the evenings on my way back home who keeps telling me that she thinks that some strange men outside are staring at the building. She must be one of the two or a third eccentric friend of theirs!
Friday
Feb132009
New York Debut of Philip Rizk's Documentary
Posted on February 13, 2009 at 11:34 PM in announcements
Philip Rizk 's documentary is finally out:
This Tuesday, Feb. 17, will be the New York-debut of Philip Rizk's documentary This Palestinian Life at All Angel's Church in Manhattan. Please see below for more info.
This Palestinian Life shares stories of nonviolent struggle in Palestinian rural communities in the face of the Israeli occupation. Filmmaker Philip Rizk meets with villagers in the Gaza Strip, Jordan Valley, and the South Hebron Hills who have endured home demolitions, imprisonment, settler attacks, and other forms of oppression that threaten their very way of life.