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Don't Trust The Objectivist in Appartment 23

First, a bit of advice: If you have not seen Don't trust the bitch in apartment 23 go ahead and do it, it's very funny.

The hero of the story is a bright young woman (played by an actress that looks like Zooey Deschanel's smart, evil cousin) who has discovered a unsatisfied need in the real estate market: roommates who will take your deposit, make your life hell, convince you to leave, yet commit no crimes vile enough to warrant police's attention.

Having found that need, she, like any true human, fulfills it in heroic fashion, thus taking what's rightfully hers by virtue of her ingenuity and willpower.

Her latest roommate is attracted to her magnetic personality and strong élan, and displays some interesting wit of her own when she reacts to our hero's scheme by stealing and selling all her belongings, which leads to funny hijinks.

Since this is a utopic comedy, state's interference in the affairs of our heros is inexistant, allowing them to exercise sovereign rights over their own bodies, like when they give alcohol to a thirteen yeaar old, or deal in drugs, which as we all know, are victimless crimes, played for laughs (and really, the chinese pills bit is funny).

I have only seen the pilot, but I look forward to the protagonists' starting a steel company, or maybe a railroad corporation, or maybe joining John Galt.

I give this show 4 Rands out of five.

Syndicated 2012-10-25 09:56:34 from Lateral Opinion

Mariló Montero No Tiene Alma

Empecemos con un par de citas:

No está científicamente demostrado que el alma no se transmita en un trasplante de órganos.

—Mariló Montero

Sabías que cada siete minutos, en este país, nace un negro sin alma?

—BB King

Mariló Montero es una persona que trabaja en televisión, y dijo esa pelotudez. Podría hacer un post explicando educadamente que el alma no se aloja en las córneas, ni en el bazo, pero vamos directo a lo importante: el alma no existe.

El alma, todos los que creen que tenemos te lo van a decir, es inmaterial. Las cosas inmateriales no existen. El alma es útil como metáfora, es útil como atajo para describir un conjunto de cosas relacionadas con la personalidad y la conciencia, pero el alma en sí no es una cosa.

Y no, las no-cosas no viven en el intestino, así que no, no se transmiten.

¿Si no, cuando te extirpan las amígdalas, te volvés un poco más desalmado?

¿Cuando cagás, mandás tu alma a Berazategui?

¿Cuando te cortás el pelo, te acortás el espíritu?

¿Si me transplantan algo de Mariló Montero, me vuelvo idiota?

Creo que lo de la señora Montero es simplemente un intento de modernizar alguna superstición medieval, y siendo ella española, es posible suponer que es algo católico. Supongo que el salto de una religión a un chorizo lleno de alma de vaca es breve.

Syndicated 2012-10-24 17:44:05 from Lateral Opinion

John Carter of Mars

Anoche ví John Carter. Recuerdo vagamente haber leído el libro en que está basado, "Princess of Mars" cuando tenía unos 8 años y era socio de la Biblioteca Mariano Moreno, sujeto a una dieta estricta de Hardy Boys, Bomba el chico de la selva, y Burroughs.

Me sorprende mucho que haya sido el fracaso económico que fue. Es divertida, está bien hecha, es un poco antigua en el sentido de que cuenta una historia de manera directa, sin vueltas. Hay que darle un premio especial al director porque ¡Las escenas de acción se entienden! Siempre sabés quién está haciendo qué cosa, y la relación espacial de la gente en las escenas tiene sentido.

Claro, la historia pasa rápido, hay montones de personajes secundarios que no se desarrollan porque no alcanza el tiempo, y es una pena que probablemente nunca veamos la segunda parte.

Syndicated 2012-10-24 10:34:07 from Lateral Opinion

Holmes vs. Elementary

Often movies or TV series come in pairs. These days I watched two series that are obviously related, Sherlock and Elementary and there is even a movie series by guy Ritchie (which I actually like!) but let's talk TV.

I am not going to be original in saying Sherlock is the superior show. But why is it?

Well, I think it mostly comes to one being done by people who have read the books, and the other by people who heard about them.

For example, that evil word "Elementary". It's not in the books. It's in the movies, though. So, if you focus on second-hand sources, it makes sense to use it, but if you care about the original materials it makes sense to carefully avoid it.

There's also the problem of Elementary's Holmes looking like a hobo. Holmes was fastidiously neat. He was a slob about his lodgings, but he always kept himself clean and well dressed.

Or let's consider addiction. Yes, in the books Holmes shoots cocaine and does morphine, Thing is, those things were not even illegal at the time. Cocaine was a cough medicine. So, transposing that into nicotine addiction makes sense, specially since Holmes was also a very heavy smoker even for victorian standards. Turning it into a drug habit that forces Holmes into rehab (rehab!) doesn't. Also, "this is a three patch problem"? Have to chucle at that, dude.

The Watsons also are quite different. I quite like Lucy Liu's deadpan delivery of everything, but Watson is not supposed to be a damaged person that nurtures. He's a thrill seeker, a badass character that is only mild-mannered when compared to his company. Again, Sherlock walks closer to the books there, while Elementary tries to shoehorn some weird personal-growth sideplot.

Yes, Watson is the one that brings out the human side of Holmes, but he does that not by being all soft and cuddly, he does it by being a hard headed bastard who stands up to him. He's a true friend, and friends don't take shit from friends, at least not without giving shit back. In Sherlock he does that, and clearly Holmes respects him. In Elementary, Watson is tolerated, and treated like a pet.

Winks. Both series try to make reference, more or less oblique, to the source material. Again, it feels like Elementary is working from second hand references. If I could find you the "Holmes intentionally avoids learning things of no immediate relevance" bits in both, the Elementary one was a groaning exposition, including physical demonstration of how water displaces oil. In Sherlock? Well, it's an argument. Incredulity on one side, quirkiness on the other, funny dialog.

Because that's what Elementary isn't. it's just not fun. And a Holmes that's not fun, is a broken Holmes.

Syndicated 2012-10-23 12:57:37 from Lateral Opinion

The Basics

Because I am going to be traveling for three weeks, I was thinking today about packing. Last year, I spent five weeks on the road, and I packed a cabin-size suitcase, plus a messenger bag. Didn't feel like I had forgotten anything, so I guess I didn't.

That was spring and this will be late fall, so I will add a sweater and a better jacket.

So, it seems the amount of things I need to take with me on a trip doesn't correlate with the duration of the trip beyond a certain point. It seems that all the material assets I need to live fit in a smallish suitcase (plus a bag). I moved to Buenos Aires twelve years ago with a suitcase, a TV and a cat.

So, ignoring details such as family and sentimental value (which, for me, material things have none), suppose everything I own burned down in a fire. How much money would I need to miss nothing I lost?

Assuming I am moved into a bare appartment with the usual things in it (no furniture, but has a stove and a fridge), here's my list:

Clothes

7 t-shirts, 3 pants, 2 shorter pants, 2 pairs of sneakers, 2 sweaters, a coat, misc. About $400 or so?

Computer

I am considering upgrading the one I have for a $800 one, so surely no more than that.

Phone

I have a $90 phone, but let's replace my kindle too, so a nicer one: $250

Furniture

A table, a few chairs, a matress (I had to replace my bed recently, matress in the floor for a week was surprisingly nice!). Perhaps $500?

Random

Cutlery, dishes, a pot, a frying pan, towels, bedsheets, coffee mug, toiletry items, blanket, extension cords, etc. $1000?

Nothing else comes to mind, so, it seems I need a bit over $2000, let's say $2500 to be on the safe side. It's interesting to imagine I could move to, say, Costa Rica, by just having a job there, $2500 in my pocket and no baggage.

Syndicated 2012-10-22 16:26:25 from Lateral Opinion

A Year With My Kindle

I got my first Kindle a year ago. I quickly replaced it with my current and second kindle, a Kindle Touch.

So, how well has it worked? Pretty damn well. I am a airly heavy user, I think, and the Kindle has traveled quite a bit, in bags, suitcases and cargo pockets. The only care I take is to use a leather cover when outside the house.

I have read, according to goodreads.com, somewhat over 17000 pages in this year, in 61 books. That' a lot of pages. And if you look at the gadget now, it still looks brand new. No scratches, everything operates correctly, even the battery still holds the charge fine even if it's down to about two weeks per charge instead of almost three.

I still miss the older kindle's page-turnig buttons. Using a touchscreen to turn pages is idiotic. but hey, it works, and I can still do it one-handed (yay for huge-hand boy here!)

The only things I don't quite like are the same ones as when I bought it.

• The page has too little contrast when not ideally lighted.
• You can't read in the dark.

Since the new paperwhite fixes both of those, I am getting one. I have already sold this one, and the difference is not a lot, so it's a very cheap upgrade.

Quite happy about Amazon's ability to not suck at giving me goods in exchange for money, too! It's rare that I want a book and it's not out there in Kindle format (still waiting for Evan Dara's Easy Chain!)

So, no unexpected issues, has brought a lot of fun, was cheap... that's the definition of gadget paradise to me.

Syndicated 2012-10-22 10:44:05 from Lateral Opinion

Small Things Break Big Things

I have been watching Galactica (the newer one) on and off for a few months. And there is one small thing that drives me nuts every time I see it. It throws me off the story, and completely breaks the world-building that's going on.

Octogonal paper.

This. Makes. No. Sense. Nice font, though.

Why? Because paper is square for functional and manufacturing reasons. You take a spool of paper, you cut it, you end up with rectangular pieces.

Are you manufacturing linen paper? Then you need to build frames to do it, and making octogonal frames is much harder.

To make octogonal paper sheets you need to cut every one of them from square sheets. That is stupid.

Oh, it gets worse. In the BSG universe, they have octogonal *tractor paper*.

What sort of idiot came up with that? How can that even work!

So, a fun series but every time I see a piece of paper I want to scream.

Syndicated 2012-10-21 09:11:53 from Lateral Opinion

Devolver

El viernes que viene me voy a París. Me llevo a mi mujer, a mi nene, y a mi vieja. Me llevo a mi mujer porque nunca tuvimos luna de miel, entonces cualquier excusa es buena, me llevo a mi nene porque tardé mucho, y me llevo a mi vieja porque se lo debo.

Mi mamá tiene 78 años y cuando estudiaba, pupila, en un colegio de monjas, estudiaba francés. Y cuando estudiás francés semipresa, las lecciones sobre París, el libro con fotos de la torre Eiffel... se me hace que deben haber sido material de los sueños de esa piba de quince. Yo sé que mi vieja sueña con este viaje hace más de sesenta años.

También lo soñaba mi viejo que siempre contaba de cuando tenía que escribir una redacción (en francés obviamente) sobre el puerto de Le Havre y como no la había hecho la inventó al vuelo, hizo como que la leía y le pusieron un diez igual, en su secundario en Resistencia, pero mi viejo se enfermó y se murió.

Entonces ahora que puedo, porque con la tarjeta la saco en muchas cuotas, y tengo un descuento, y el pasaje mío lo paga un cliente, y Tato paga la mitad, y alquilar un departamento allá sale lo mismo que en Mar del Plata (o lo mismo que una carpa en La Perla), y tengo un ahorrito, hace un tiempo le dije a mi vieja que sacara el pasaporte, que se venía conmigo.

Y que no, que estoy grande, que qué me vas a llevar, para qué, qué voy a hacer allá, pero el ojo bueno se le iluminaba, porque mi vieja por adentro es todavía esa alumna pupila del colegio en Santa Fe, que tenia que estudiar en silencio sus lecciones de francés, sobre esa tierra lejana, exótica de gente con boina.

Y la plata no compra la felicidad, pero esta plata, justo esta plata, me deja darle de regalo del día de la madre un viaje con el que sueña hace mi vida y media, ir a Montmartre, sentarnos en alguna parte, pedir dos cafés, morfarnos dos croissants, darle un beso a mi Tato, abrazar a mi mujer, a mi viejita, saludar a mi viejo, y sé que se me va a piantar un lagrimón, si se me está piantando ahora, mientras escribo, cómo no se me va a piantar allá.

Y me la llevo para allá. Y vamos a ser felices.

Syndicated 2012-10-19 21:32:18 from Lateral Opinion

Kremlinology of Myself

Understanding what goes on inside my head is not easy for me. I am separated from the thing I am examining by subjectivity, and suffer a comprehensive observer effect that clobbers simple reporting and disables my comprehension.

So, it's rare that I have a moment where I feel one way or another in a clear manner. To me "How are you?" is confusing. I tend to hesitate for ten seconds while scrambling for the standard response, like the terminator scrolling through response trees. Usually my state is, I feel exactly like myself. I feel the way I feel, and I just have not put that in words, scales, and comparisons, much less one word.

Half the time it's easier for me to know how others feel. I look at my wife and I know. I look at my son and I can probably tell you if he got a good lunch at school today, and whether he won his last rock paper scissors match.

I can do that because I can see them. I can see their faces, and I know how they look, how they change, how they react, I know Juan does this thing with his lip when he's frustrated, I know Rosario puts her sweater backwards if she's distracted.

I have to get my self-status indirectly. I woke up early and rested. I look forward to working, or to doing something in the weekend. I attack a task with intensity, I avoid an encounter, I forget to start music, I abandon projects, I reach out to people, I can't come up with ideas, I make up excuses, I make a quick joke.

I have to wonder where that comes from, then. Who is the me doing those things I examine to decide how I feel? I feel like my head is a town and I sit in a cafe, in a street table, and listen to the passers-by, gauging the mood.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I was simpler, and straightfrward. I wish I could do things without thinking so much. I wish I could react normally without intermediating myself in my own thoughts.

Of course maybe everyone does the same things. Maybe everyone is the same. Even if not the same, strange in the same way, just like things can be all different and part of a class, different in degrees and the same in essence.

I am fine, thanks. And you?

Syndicated 2012-10-18 22:12:55 from Lateral Opinion

This is a Mouse.

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Syndicated 2012-10-17 18:14:20 from Lateral Opinion