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Friday, October 30th, 2009
9:08 pm - On Mario Vargas Llosa and an unbelievably bad girl
I risk death in the hands of an angry mob of Peruvians for saying this, but: Vargas Llosa is overrated. His writing is not even close to the levels of complexity and beauty of García Márquez, the shock of an Horacio Quiroga, or the novelty of a Borges. His books are, however, very entertaining. "Las travesuras de la niña mala" is not an exception: an easy and sometimes gripping read, with fascinating side stories. It is a pity that the two main characters, especially the “niña mala”, are so irritating, so unbelievable in their whims and obsessions.

"No es culpa de Francia si seguimos siendo un par de extranjeros, querido. Es culpa nuestra. Una vocación, un destino. Como nuestra profesión de intérpretes, otra manera de ser siempre un extranjero, de estar sin estar, de ser pero no ser."

current music: The Cranberries

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Friday, October 16th, 2009
11:47 am - On Lars von Trier and a bullshit police

Lars von Trier angered me so. I don't remember ever being so upset by a piece of art. He might see this a sign of victory, what with art being there to provoke and all, but no. Just no.

I went to see Antichrist on Monday after the recommendation from a friend, who’d declared it very good, if ultra-violent. Well, the violence was not an issue (in fact, I would not call the film violent as much as repulsive and graphic); it was the ultimate pointlessness and arrogance that bothered me. I have wide tastes in cinema and do not need a film to be happy or easy in order to like it; I don’t ask for morals, clear stories or happy endings. I only ask for a film to have a certain consistency of value, and this one didn’t.

Sadly, it is not just another bad film by a talentless guy, since Mr. von Trier is clearly gifted: the opening scene is perfect, horrific in content but beautifully done. He’s also very good at casting and directing his crew: Charlotte Gainsbourg in particular was amazing. But then he goes and gets lost in his own ramblings; the screenwriting probably went all “OMG this symbolism here is so awesome. I’m genius!”. What he needs urgently is a bullshit police: someone who’s willing to say: “You know, Lars, that idea of the [three beggars/talking fox/bridge imagery] is pure crap”. And for Lars to listen.

Meanwhile, I won’t be seeing any more of his films.

EDIT: So of course I had to go to IMDb and spend an hour reading the comments, where a couple of people said it much better than me:

"[...] von Trier can be quite justly accused on this particular occasion of doing something he was quite wrongly accused of doing on a couple of previous ones - of trying to compensate a certain shallowness of the half-baked message by the extremities of the way in which it is presented. "

"Dafoe and Gainsbourg certainly offer up a remarkable inventory of technical acting for von Trier to play with. If the whole film had the pure, causal acting that characterises the opening scene of the first chapter (behind the hearse), by the end I would have crawled out begging for my mother. As it is, von Trier's script is a choppily edited stream of consciousness(es) in which the sexual occult meets the essence of Catholicism."

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Sunday, September 20th, 2009
11:48 am - On "A suitable boy" --all 1474 pages of it!

[Cross-posted to GoodReads]
[Also, I'm trying -again- to write a review of each book I finish]

Rating: 4/5.

“A Suitable boy” is a novel of breadth more than depth. Mr. Seth embarks in an ambitious journey on Indian political, cultural, religious and caste conflicts at the aftermath of Independence and Partition.

 The novel starts rather weakly, with the first hundred pages full of clichés and simplistic, too often-repeated character description (Savita is so beautiful! Maan so reckless! Yeah, we got it). But to Mr. Seth’s credit, the story builds strength and evolves into many subtle manifestations of the country’s beautiful, troubled complexity. The author is understandably not able to provide evolution for many characters or to tie some loose ends, but the end result is entertaining, at times thought provoking, and overall a satisfying read.

Other reviewers complained about how cute and almost perfect every character was, but I disagree: one thing that I found very well done was the description of characters' motivation. Many characters' actions (especially on the political theme) that at first sight seemed mean or evil, were, if not justifiable, at least understandable given each person's history and beliefs. Mr. Seth did a great job of presenting all characters as people instead of good vs bad guys.

 Still, if asked to recommend one book about India after Independence, I’d choose Arundhati Roy’s The God of small things, for its more beautiful prose and subtler imagery.

*SPOILER ALERT*
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Monday, August 10th, 2009
10:15 am - Quote of the day
"Even if a life feels right, it's not going to bring happiness if it's stagnant."
by Gretchen Rubin of The Happiness Project.

current mood: pensive

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Wednesday, August 5th, 2009
10:49 am
"During the last week that I was pregnant with Leta I thought I was going into labor three different times, and each time Jon would break out his watch and time the contractions, and we'd get all excited, like BABY BABY BABY, and then BOOM, I'd go take a poop and everything would stop. And then Jon would walk around shaking his head going, dude, I just spent four hours of my life counting down to my wife's bowel movement."

Yes, sir, she totally deserves that #26 on Forbes' list of most influential women in media. Go Dooce!
 

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Thursday, January 1st, 2009
8:30 pm
Note to self: Tracking all films watched in 2009 via an IMDB folder.

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Monday, January 7th, 2008
9:50 pm - Osio Cabrices's - La Vida Sigue
Fue un día curioso desde el principio. Algo me despertó en la madrugada y no fue una pesadilla ni una preocupación ni una urgencia del cuerpo. Entre las tablillas de la persiana de mi cuarto resplandecía un vehemente Venus sobre la silueta oscura de los edificios. Algunos vehículos ya rompían la precaria calma de la madrugada caraqueña, pero no tanto como para acallar las primeras conversaciones de los pájaros. Desde el este, se iba iluminando con un tenue resplandor de pantalla de celular el cielo incomparable de enero. Se trataba de mi regreso a la rutina luego de los trajines y escándalos de diciembre, de las mesas repletas y las botellas interminables, de la torpe adaptación al cambio de hora y la divertida llegada del llamado bolívar fuerte. Tenía ya una lista de tareas para la jornada, pero quise vivir esos primeros minutos en paz, sin volar a preparar café y organizar objetos rutinarios y contar cuánto tengo en la cartera. Escuché la serenidad de la casa dormida. Observé
el paulatino retorno de las orillas de las cosas. Aspiré el tenue fresco
de la nueva mañana que todavía se recostaba contra las paredes. Y me
prometí a mí mismo que este año trabajaría para ir más lento, para poner
más atención, para concentrarme en lo verdaderamente importante y para
saborear el presente.

Ese fue mi propósito inicial, aunque no el único, del nuevo año. Dependerá de mí que lo cumpla o no, claro, como en años anteriores fue hacer más ejercicio, leer más, viajar a tal sitio, etcétera. El resto del día me esforcé por ponerlo en práctica. Me senté en una frutería a tomar un buen jugo y a leer la prensa como un cuento tragicómico, no como un informe de desastres ni como un pretexto para la especulación estéril. Abrí mis sentidos todo lo que pude para gozarme el cielo azul sobre El Ávila. Asumí mis tareas con concentración y con calma, como un artesano.

Tuve un almuerzo mejor, más largo, y con mi familia. En la noche fui a
ver la nueva, magnífica película de Wes Anderson. Es curioso que uno necesite de un estímulo como el cambio de año y de un clima como el de enero para volver a recordar que hay que vivir, vivir más despacio y mejor. En un día como ese 7 de enero, uno se acuerda de que en el mundo no sólo hay horrores y vergüenzas, de que existen la empanada de cazón, el Claire de Lune de Debussy, Woody Allen, El barón rampante de Calvino, el oporto, los baños de río, los mejillones, de que en realidad estamos rodeados de tesoros y que, de paso, suele haber quien nos quiera y que merezca a su vez ser querido.

Sería fantástico sentirse así todo el año, como lo sería también que no se acabara nunca esa luz y esa brisa. Pero bueno, por algo existen la industria de la autoayuda y la farmacopea contra la tristeza. Sin embargo, vale la pena tratar de rescatar algo, por lo menos algo de ese ímpetu de comienzos de año. Hacer algunos cálculos, que se hacen imprescindibles a medida que uno se vuelve más viejo: cuánto invertimos en desesperarnos, cuánto en alimentar pesadillas, cuánto en pelear por estupideces o por defender nuestro precario ego. Tener en cuenta no sólo que la desgracia puede estar a la vuelta de la esquina para cada uno, sino también que el goce y la serenidad pueden ser inminentes por su parte. Ver el rollo nacional como una fiesta mala y ridícula que en algún momento se acabará, aunque haya que ponerse luego a limpiarlo todo y la junta de condominio no quiera volver a alquilarnos el salón.

Digo, algo del relumbrón maravilloso de estos días –y lamento la cursilería– debe poder quedarse dentro de uno. Una lucecita. Como cuando éramos chamos y estábamos cubiertos de expectativas mágicas sobre la realidad, hasta el punto de que creíamos en pintorescos milagros y practicábamos una religión improvisada de cómicos simbolismos. Como cuando hemos tenido instantes de plenitud en los que nos sentimos completos y equilibrados. Algo de ese oleaje de agua fresca debe quedarnos en las palmas de las manos.

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Sunday, December 30th, 2007
5:24 pm - On classics
Dos clásicos de la comedia venezolana --del ya difunto Radio Rochela de RCTV: El Portu  y Los Colombianitos.

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Saturday, June 23rd, 2007
12:08 am
The most pleasant surprise about the Swiss is their sense of aesthetics. They artfully combine the appreciation for beauty and pleasure of the French with the order --and the wealth-- of the Germans. Results? Outstanding: a cult to Vitra, outstanding furniture and design shops everywhere, amazing movie theaters, even highly-addictive cereal, not for its taste but because who would have thought a box of cereal could look adult and pretty?

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Saturday, June 2nd, 2007
10:40 am - Note to self: film list @ IMDB
Must See and Recommended.

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Monday, April 9th, 2007
7:10 pm - Today's Words of Wisdom
"The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother's heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too."

Pearls before Breakfast

"Science is an intrinsically optimistic project. You can't be curious and depressed. Curiosity is itself a sure stake in life. And science is often quite conscious of intellectual pleasure, in a way that the humanities are not."

Ian McEwan (via [info]tdj)

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Monday, March 12th, 2007
7:57 pm
This entry has a serious error: second paragraph, second line, last phrase, is missing the word "second". See, Paris is not the most beautiful city on this planet.

It is Barcelona, baby.

(Pictures from my friend Alexandra)

current mood: in love (with a destination)

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Friday, February 16th, 2007
5:03 pm - Recapitulando
Things I should have written about but haven’t:
Shakira’s concert (spectacular!), flamenco class, ice skating, goodbye party at work, oriental night @ Uni Heidelberg including decent food and great belly dancers, Blood Diamond, my new niece, samba class, Toastmaster of the Evening.

Coming: new job, Barcelona, NIN.

Today's epiphany: Must live in a place with churros vendors.

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Wednesday, February 7th, 2007
5:58 pm
Disclaimer: The content below is a reflection of personal opinions and anecdotal experience, it does not claim to be the absolute truth or anything of the kind. No offense intended.

Articles like the Spiegel's A failed reunification, describing the remaining economic disparities between West and East, are common in the German media. There are other, less notorious dichotomies: the booming industrial South vs more modest North; the worry-free life of pensioners vs the struggles of young graduates; probably many more. But the most obvious one from my perspective, the one I witness daily, goes barely noticed. Or it's widely discussed but through the viewpoint of one side, the one I don't belong to, and rarely in the direction I'd like to hear.

See, the greatest puzzle for me concerns the state of the job market, in particular for the younger population. On one hand, there are unemployment rates of 10%, and thousands of highly-educated, intelligent young Germans unable to find a job. On the other, hordes of foreigners hired without knowledge of the local language, brought here with increasing legal support. Companies like mine, with at least 50 nationalities in representation, huge communities of Eastern and South Europeans, and whole departments where Germans are the exception. People like my group of friends, foreigners all enjoying enviable living standards. Or like my former classmates, 90% from abroad, getting expensive DAAD scholarships. Or like my brother, employed non-stop for the last six years in spite of bad luck in choice of branch (one company downsized, another recently gone bankrupt), and earning, at 31, double what the average engineer makes.

The reason seems simple: demand of skilled workers in the IT sector grew unexpectedly, universities did not react early enough to cover it. Now I personally don't believe in the second part: Venezuelan universities are thirty years behind, the country bases its economy on oil, not technology, yet there's no shortage of engineers and computer scientists. There must be other factors coming into play. But which, whether they're being countered effectively, or what will happen next, that's what I don't hear enough about.

Is this a result of the generation of '68 instilling excessive optimism and not enough practical sense into their children? Or is it due to the inflexibility of German HR departments, unwilling to hire people without the right MBA/M.Sc./ITT graduate title before their name? Did German universities fail to offer or advertise suitable careers in time? Is the long educational system the issue? Will the gap be solved in the next years? What will happen to people like me if the trend is reversed?

And especially: how does the average young German feel --not how he should, but how he really feels-- about the Green Card holders?

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Sunday, February 4th, 2007
11:36 am - On books, books, books
More than a month late, 2006 in books ).

Ten less than in 2005 --counting rereads and a bit of cheating, for I haven't finish The Blind Watchmaker. There were about 15 more that were started but never finished. Lazy year in terms of reading.

Favorite: The corrections. Hated: Don de Lillo and Mindhunter. Surprise of the year: I do enjoy (good) science fiction! Dune was addictive, and Le Guin is brilliant.
This year is looking slow already: One and a half books in a month.

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Thursday, January 25th, 2007
11:37 am - Prueba #8347 de que soy simple...
...es que, a pesar de tener un mes en eso, no me canso de burlarme del equipo de fútbol de Guadalajara por su sobrenombre de Chivas. Wikipedia acaba por fin de explicarme el misterioso origen del apodo (*). Pero sin importar el supuesto "carácter bravío de la región" y la imagen de machos de los charros, cada vez que escucho el nombre de Chivas me imagino al equipo entero posando para una revista subidita de tono: uniformados con falda, botitas blancas de borlas, cintillo con cuernitos, y pestañas postizas, y a Oswaldo Sánchez en la posición central gritando "Soy una cabra looocaaaa!!!".

Qué te puedo decir, soy simple.

(*) A este paso, tendré que pronto poner Wikipedia después de Google en mi oración diaria. Qué pagana.

current mood: silly

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Sunday, January 21st, 2007
3:28 pm - [Note to self]
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Sunday, December 3rd, 2006
9:16 am
1. Early morning
2. More sunshine!
3. Books
4. And time to read them
5. A Christmas concert
6. The health, time, knowledge, and equipment to exercise regularly
7. (Shallow as it sounds) An inefficient metabolism
8. Music
9. Peace
10. Three days to Mexico!

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Saturday, December 2nd, 2006
9:09 am
1. A silly German teen flick
2. Memories
3. My college friends
4. E-mails
5. Sunshine!
6. A good night's sleep
7. Roasted almonds
8. The Christmas market
9. Street musicians
10. Freedom

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Friday, November 24th, 2006
12:20 pm - On love
Nathaniel Branden on love, life and self-esteem:
    You ask, 'How do I bring love into my life?' My answer is that I focus day after day principally on what I care most about in this world—on what I most respect and admire. That is what I give my time and attention to.

    Every day, it’s important to ask and answer these questions: 'What’s good in my life?” and “What needs to be done?'

    If we feel unhappy or unfulfilled, the most urgent question is, “What needs to be done?” Or one might say, “What’s missing in my life—and what can I do about it?” The sin is to suffer passively. We must never forget that we have the capacity to act.

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