129 posts tagged with "in-English"

[17–23 Jan]

The highlight of last week was my wife's birthday. She became a round number above 37 and below 41. Child-rearing, The Unspeakable and this 110% WFH have conspired to serve us two very humdrum years, with very little in the way of travel, social gatherings, cultural events, and the other serendipitous offerings that life usually has in store. All that is to say that this birthday deserved some fanfare.

We got to celebrate thrice over the weekend: with my family, with her family, and with a couple of friends; and so she got to blow three sets of candles, and received birthday gifts in all three occasions. Family and friends rock; table talk and home-made biscuits and hugs and friends' news and fabada and roscón de reyes for twenty people are A Good Thing. It's too easy to forget that.

[10–16 Jan]

The week started with Miss Entropy recovering from a mild fever (she skipped “school” on Monday, out of precaution), and finished with her little brother having a couple of peaks of temperature himself for a day or two. Nothing serious; mostly one tiring night for him and for us two. Thank Paracetamol.

It is exhausting to spend so much time with two small kids — at least for me. There are tantrums sometimes, and moments during the day when the two of them are crying at the same time, or simply demanding your attention insistently. In so many situations, kids are amazingly incapable of understanding opportunity, proportion, or balance.

Still, almost every day presents one or more opportunities to discover something new with them, make them laugh, enjoy their crazy words and associations of ideas, squeeze them, dance with them, and take cute photos and videos… There are also the “diaries” my wife and I are writing for each of them (for when they're adults), and even these public weeknotes for posterity.

Inspired by Paul Battley (whom in turn was “inspired by Tom and Nat and Chris”) I’ve decided to start writing weeknotes. Specifically, around the end of last year I decided that I would write brief weekly notes and share them online.

To make that easier, and because I stumbled upon a nice 2022 calendar-diary template on Reddit (and because I'm usually eager to find new use cases for my loyal reMarkable 2) I would also start writing a page about my day, every day.

Unrelated to all that, I had been meaning for a long time to have a blog again (I have been “blogging” and “microblogging” on third-party platforms, but I always missed owning my content and being part of the IndieWeb like in the good old days).

Last month it all came together, and eight days ago, on January first, I finally managed to (re)launch this blog. (I started doing other new things, but those aren't relevant now, or I won't share with the world.)

So here go my first weeknotes for week 1, 2022 (plus a few more days, for context):

Last night I went to watch Inception. I quite liked it. Before last night, I was feeling a bit sceptical about the film. Is it just me, or so many action/fantasy films from Hollywood lately are remakes of The Matrix, Mission: Impossible or something of the sort? There is so much creativity (or lack thereof) spawning from the trunk of inspiration that goes from The Matrix to Blade Runner, all the way through Dark City and Ghost in the Shell. Bullet-time, martial arts, alternative realities and simulations are cool. Those representations are also rich in suggestive images of urban decay and dark hypertrophied cities. I'm all for that, you know. But aren't we overdoing it? There's a bit of that in Inception, too. Fortunately, in this particular case Christopher Nolan has managed to write a story that is both entertaining and provocative. And the intense soundtrack by Hans Zimmer fits very nicely.

I write about Inception first as an excuse. Truth is that, at the risk of becoming definitely a bore to my family and friends, this post is about Japan and my appetite for Japan. Again. My emotions about Japan are difficult to explain. Even before I visited the country for the first time (and long before I told anyone close to me about this interest) I felt strangely attracted by it. In some sense it is only logical in my case, for I get easily bored with the environment I live in, and in Europe Japan (still) represents one of the most extremely exotic, yet reachable, places in the world. Today it dawned on my that my image of Japan, and Tokyo, isn't but an imagined, personal place that is utterly unattainable. My own particular vision of that part of the world is at risk of becoming a sort of personal “limbo” (in the Inception meaning of the term): an unreality that grows the more sophisticated and tempting the more you indulge in it… and one that can destroy you if you aren't able to tell reality from dreams. Japan is to me a perfect land of material progress, urban development, money, rules and the future. Of course not. I'm lying. I am well aware of the imperfection of anything that exists, by definition. Italy wasn't my panacea eight or nine years ago, London didn't make me happy either, and so far I don't feel as comfortable as I would wish living in Madrid.

At times I find myself on the streets of Madrid, idly watching people talking and walking around me, when suddenly that particular smell I found in some hidden residential area of Kobe hits me out of the blue. There is a little girl skipping happy ten meters from me and I can't help swapping the setting, so now she's in a pier in Yokohama at dusk. There are wild colours in the sky all across the bay and silent old people on bicycles gently pass me by as they ride home. Or maybe it's raining like hell. It doesn't matter, because it's beautiful and different and surprising anyway. Why do I keep on seeing Japan all around, like Dominic Cobb sees his dead wife in every corner? It is also a permanent contradiction for me: I'm pretty sure I could be in Japan by now if I had started working hard on it three or four years ago. I long for it, but I don't seem to be able to commit to it. I'm procrastinating and writing posts like this one instead of directing my efforts towards that goal. That contradiction is the more annoying at times when I'm confronted with alternatives and need to make bold decisions. Did I mention I just became 30? I won't deny the influence of such a symbolic date in this post (it's such an stereotype), but I think there is more than that. That contradiction of mine is another hint telling me that that Japan is not real, is not what I want. As if somewhere very deep I knew that it's just an imagined alternative reality. As if I knew it will be disappointing at the end. Or maybe I'm just scared of trying.

Steve Sanfield is a great haiku master. He lives in the country with Sarah, his beautiful wife, and he writes about the small things which stand for all things. Kyozan Joshu Roshi, who has brought hundreds of monks to a full awakening, addresses the simultaneous expansion and contraction of the cosmos. I go on and on about a noble young woman who unfastened her jeans in the front seat of my jeep and let me touch the source of life because I was so far from it. I've got to tell you, friends, I prefer my stuff to theirs.

— L. Cohen, “Book of Longing”.

Via acula1900's favourite videos on YouTube, an absolutely brilliant self-referencing parody of the boring style of TV reports and the robotic tone of the reporters — in this case on British TV. This report on reports carries two or three layers of self-deprecating meaning, so play it twice to get all subtleties. It's Charlie Brooker for Newswipe.

I thought immediately that this is exactly the kind of video that we loved to share and comment, my ex-flatmates in London and I. I think they would appreciate it, and that it would provide some good references and in-jokes for a while.

This very morning, at 8:40

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Warning: moderate spoilers ahead (unless you've watched more than four mainstream American films in the past decade, that is!)

So there is this exuberant planet Gymkhana, one with whimsical gravity forces, flawless foliage with neon-like sap, and its own cute indigenous take on practically every terrestrial animal species, only much larger and colourful and maybe with an extra pair of legs or something. Planet Gymkhana is inhabited by an ancient race: the descendants of a praiseworthy hybrid between Jar Jar Binks, a bunch of elves hailing from Middle Earth and the puny aliens from “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”, plus a dash of the Smurfs. The people of Gymkhana spend their days hunting, jumping, flying, diving and running around. That is how their planet got its name. There come the baddies — easy to spot by their lack of feelings, the corporate greed they defend, the caliber of their biceps, or a combination of the above. Then there is a scientist, Ripley, who knows stuff and talks in science-speak and is far more sensible, if also too naïf for the toughness of the situation. Then there is the goodie, who also has strong biceps, is a bit stupid and takes great pride on not knowing a thing about planet Gymkhana, its native population or anything at all for that matter; but he is good. He is an American hero. They don't say that in the film, but you can tell from the beginning. The baddies want the money, the goodies have got feelings, you know the rest. Of course, the ignorant jarhead achieves tons more than the witty scientist with all her funny speak and her books (boys and girls: you get the moral of the story!). The goodies don't have a chance to win (it's the future and they're shooting arrows, for Christ's sake), but the planet is so cool that, man, the laws of physics rock around pages 68 and 114 of the screenplay, right there when they are most needed. And when, in spite of all that, their cause seems lost, good old deus ex machina does it.

The goodie just looks the girl in the eye and coughs and she feels all the screws coming loose in her body. She falls in love, then she rejects him very badly, then something happens and he's great and she wants him again even more badly. There is the nice expendable soldier who is sensible and helps the goodies and dies at the end. You've got everything! There is even the younger, geeky scientist who is unable to strike a match but feels somehow threatened by the beefy main character, so he makes some lousy attempt at becoming the hero of the story (but he can't because he ain't on the frickin' movie poster). The story is also a metaphor of what's going on in planet Earth. There are clear hints on the ideas of invasion, preemptive strikes and a military that refuses to learn anything from the culture they're just about to anihilate; and even more explicit references to “fighting terror with terror” and a “shock and awe” operation (!). In spite of it all, I quite liked “Avatar”. So I guess I should say something positive about it now. “Avatar” in 3D is a feast for the senses — and a moving one, too. Just too much of cheap shamanism for me, and too many plastic bricks supporting a predictable script. I found it extremely beautiful and evocative, and great fun to watch. James Cameron certainly hasn't “reinvented cinema” (bah!) but this film might well be one of those fantasy/action/CGI films that stay in our memory forever, like “Terminator” and “The Matrix”.

Sorry, but I just couldn't resist this one (via @franctireur):

Important information crammed into a dialogue box which is tiny by default and (even worse) can't be maximised nor resized. The user is forced to scroll so many times to work with this window, eventually assuming that Microsoft is messing them around even harder than usual.

Especially bad in this particular case, as there are two panels and the information displayed at the bottom depends on the selected item at the top. So it's not enough to scroll the upper list to read the bottom field — you actually have to keep on jumping between the two panels, sometimes to reveal just the odd line or two that remain hidden beyond the border of the text field. This criminal dialogue box (plus a few others like this one) has been happily living inside many flavours of Windows for years now. I reckon there must be a very good technical reason to keep things this shitty suboptimal, but I don't know it. Why? I mean, why?