Siempre igual. Luego con el “yo ya lo conocia antes de que fuese mainstream”. Es que como no, si infla los huevos que no veas el tener que ser siempre la de las opiniones raritas para que al anho siguiente a todo el mundo le parezca bien aquello por lo que se rieron de ti y que nadie se acuerde como si hubiese habido un trauma colectivo con su consecuente amnesia.
Reconozco aunque sea de una bajeza extrema que me llena de rabia llevar diez anhos dando opiniones y que por ellas se me mire como si estuviera loca o hasta casi con condescendencia para que luego se diga lo mismo desde otro lado y esa opinion se convierta en ley como pasa con lo de Pontevedra que cuando yo lo ponia como ejemplo de buen urbanismo en clase mientras la gente iba con que si Sydney o que si Barcelona era todo una risa y todos preguntaban que si era de alli (no lo soy) y ahora como le han dado premios la gente està que lo flipa con la Pontevedra MALDITA SEA YO YA LO SABIA Y OS LO DIJE POR QUE HACEIS MAS CASO A DUBAI Y A LA ONU QUE A MI
ENFPs provided a wide range of responses, but predominantly wished to switch to either INFJ or a slightly different version of their own type.
“I love being an ENFP. I wouldn’t trade! But if I HAD to choose, I’d want to be an INFJ, it would be like I was just turned inside out, and had more structure to my life.”
“I’m an ENFP. I wish to be a more self actualized ENFP. Which is probably very ENFP of me.”
“I would love to be an ENTP. I love my extraverted intuition but would rather have it paired up with thinking instead of feeling.”
“#TeamENFP alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll day/life long baby!! Would not want to be another type, but I would like to be a bit taller and have staff and a trust fun and maybe a pet monkey. But one of the NICE monkeys that doesn’t fling its own feces.”
“I wish I were an INFJ because I wish I could structure my dreams and visions in such a way as to make them a reality… And I also wish I had the wherewithal to stick to my convictions and see things through like an INFJ.”
“ENFP here. I wont trade it for any other type. No disrespect though, it’s just that I love being crazy!”
“I wish i could be an ENTP, but i guess i wouldn’t have as much fun. No matter how much being an ENFP is exhausting, its still a lot fulfilling and fun.”
“I wish I was less turbulent and more balanced and organized. If I could choose my type it would be INFJ, for several obvious reasons. They are very inspirational and focused.”
“I’m an ENFP and I wouldn’t change it for a billion bucks, flaws and all! I love and appreciate all other types but I’m pretty sure I would be bored to tears living in any other’s skin. There’s a system in my chaos and I love every bit of it.”
“ENFP, and I wish my type was Carly Rae Jepsen’s ENFP.”
Of all the types who answered, INFPs provided the most varied responses. The majority wished to be either a thinking type or an ENFP. Others didn’t like the idea of being defined by a type at all.
“My type is INFP and I wish my type was INTP because I wish my decisions were more thought based. Plus I just think INTP is like the coolest type.”
“I’m an INFP, and I really love being my type. However, sometimes I wish I was more like an ENFP, allowing myself to be more outgoing and willing to outwardly demonstrate my inward enthusiasm.”
“I wish I were ESTP, they just go go with the flow.”
“Sometimes I wish I were an xTJ so I’d have a more consistent view of the world. Being open-minded helps me empathize with people, but it also causes me to have frequent existential crises, which make me emotional, and I hate being emotional.”
“I wish to be an INTJ sometimes… because I want to be even-headed at work.”
“I like being an INFP, but in some moments I wish I were INTP or INTJ because it’s really just exhausting dealing with all of these sensitivities and emotions ALL the time. INFP requires a lot of emotional and spiritual maintenance to feel balanced, and sometimes finding direction is difficult.”
“I wish I was an ENTJ. I would accomplish my business goals so much faster, and wouldn’t have to deal with introverted feeling.”
“INFP here, wish I was an ENFJ because I’d rather be a real extrovert and more Oprah-like. Or an ISFP so I don’t daydream so often, both types seem to get more done.”
“I’m INFP and wish I was ENFP because although I love all the passion and craziness that we both share, I feel a wall blocking me from acting the way that I feel. I think ENFPs have way more fun!”
INFJs were split almost evenly down the middle of wanting to be either an INTJ or an ENFJ.
“At times (when I am in my analytical mode, pissed from the world), I wish my type was an INTJ instead, because they have an easier life, and they don’t care about the world. When seeking socializing, I wish my type was an ENFJ, because they have much energy and will power to finish the goals.”
“I’m an INFJ and I don’t want to be anything else. If I HAD to, I’d choose INTJ, because the ones I’ve known were pretty darn great people.”
“INFJ, and I both love and hate it for numerous reasons. I don’t have a particularly strong preference for Feeling over Thinking, so I won’t say INTJ. I think if I had to choose, I’d pick ENFJ because being an extroverted type would make interaction so much easier and I’d feel a lesser feeling as though I’m dying after being around too much for too long.”
“I wish to be an INTJ. I have too many emotional bursts which puts me in a bad situation…”
“I wish I were more extroverted, so I’d rather be an ENFJ I guess.”
“I’m an INFJ and I wish I was INTJ because I appreciate their introverted intuition and extraverted thinking combination that allows them to reach what ever goal they set to themselves in this life.”
“I’d rather be an INTJ. I wish that I could be less emotional and think in cold hard facts. INTJs are very smart, which I wish I was. I also would like to make more sense to other people and to myself.”
“I’m an INFJ. I often wish I was an INTJ to be able to structure things more. Or an INTP to be able to focus on ideas and not be so distraught by all the emotions of people. Or when I’m feeling really burned out, I wish I was a go-with-the-flow ISTP.”
“INFJ and I love it, but if I had to choose a different type, it would be ENFJ. Being a little more extroverted could help me in a few areas of my life…”
“INFJ. And i love my type. BUT i can be so emotionally pedantic – fighting for justice and all that and it tires me out terribly. Think I could’ve managed better if I was ENFJ.”
ENFJs almost exclusively desired to stay the same or switch to INTJ.
“ENFJ and I am happy right where I am.”
“I wish I were an INTJ sometimes. I’d like to be more logical.”
“ENFJ I don’t wish for anything different. I like who I am.”
“I wish I was a TJ… I just have a lot of feelings…”
“I am an ENFJ and wouldn’t want to be any other type!”
“I’ve gradually become ok with who I am, but I wish I was INTJ on days where it feels easier to not be so reliant on connecting with others for energy and purpose – whether because I’m just too exhausted from going out the past 5 days straight, or because I’m temporarily jaded by how unreliable and, at times, undeserving people are.”
“ENFJ and I wouldn’t change a thing!”
“I am an ENFJ but I think I have a tendency to compare myself – and feel lacking in comparison to – INTJs. It’s something I’m working on.”
The INTP answers were all over the board, showing only a slight preference for xNTJ types.
“I wish I was more INFPish sometimes, to be more expressive of how I feel instead of getting all logical about it!”
“I’m an INTP. I’m actually good with that type. Sometime I wish I were more energized by being around other people.”
“If I had to pick another type it would be ISTP because most of my favorite film/novel/video game characters are this type.”
“Why would I “wish” to be anything else??? Besides, I can morph to become others when context requires it.”
“Love my type. No desire to be anything else.”
“I’m an INTP. Sometimes I wish I was an ESFJ.”
“I wish I were anything with an E.”
“I like my type, in very rare circumstances I wish to become ENTJ.”
“INTP and i’m already content with my type. Although if i do need to “wish”, i’d probably choose ENTJ/INTJ for their Te and keeping my NT-ness.”
“Well, I’m rather content with my type, or not, I’m not quite sure. What I wish for, however, is that I acquire that drive to get things done, just like the majority of ENTJs.”
Almost every INTJ who responded would either keep their type or change it to ENTJ (but only for practical purposes, of course).
“INTJ ergo INTJ.”
“I’m happy to be an INTJ. But I often strategically masquerade as an ENTJ in situations when I think it will be useful or helpful or advantageous.”
“INTJ and I am proud of my type. I think it’s the best type. But that’s just like an INTJ, now isn’t it?”
“I like my type, I just wish others were more accepting of who I am.”
“I wish my type to be ANTJ. So as being an Ambivert. Though it does not mean my dominant function won’t be Ni. I love my Ni.”
“I’m INTJ and I wish I was ENTJ. INTJs a lot of times have amazing skills and great potential for success, but sadly they’re not extroverted enough to make the connections to get better jobs. We’re secretly jealous of ENTJs because we believe we work harder and more diligently, but they get all the glory and power.”
“I’ve always been glad to be an INTJ, and would not change it. Having said that, if I had to choose another? Probably ENTJ…it would be nice to implement all these fascinating strategic ideas with a much more animated spirit. Yet ENTJs have weak Fi…which can make them emotionally unstable (at times)…so that may be a dealbreaker.”
“I think I would prefer to be an ENTJ just because I agree that extroverts have an easier time in the world (not constantly having to answer ‘whats wrong?’ when there is nothing wrong, for instance)…but I wouldn’t trade the NTJ for anything!”
“I wish that I was a type that could emote a little more, or at least recognize others’ emotions more easily.”
“I am pretty much content with the way i am, but I tend to look up to ENTJ’s sometimes. I just hate socializing sometimes.”
“I have occasionally wished that I could be an ENTJ, but frankly the pros do not out weigh the cons.”
ENTPs couldn’t decide between ENTP and ENTJ and most simply concluded that they’d like to be both at the same time.
“I wish I were an ENTJ so i could get things done and actually stick to goals and have a direction of where I’m going.”
“I wish I were born as an ENTJ or at least a “more schedule oriented and organized” ENTP.”
“Let me be an ENTJ. Dat follow through tho..”
“I’m an ENTP – I wish I was anything or anyone more reliable than an ENTP. But I’d like to keep my ability to see all the possibilities, if that’s ok.”
“If I were not an ENTP, I would not be me, So I shall remain an ENTP.”
“Wish I was ENTJ so I’d be more focused, organized and independent. But then again I’d probably miss being a P, as it grants me a certain open mindedness and spontaneity that many ENTJs lack.”
“I sometimes imagine that having a better developed J tendency might make life a little more structured….but couldn’t really be arsed with it in retrospect.”
“As I consider being any other type, I’m reminded of how each one annoys me in their own special way. ENTPs really are the best, don’t you think?”
“I am an ENTP I wish I was a different Rational or a guardian. It seems that life wouldn’t be so random and exhausting and I could focus on goals and finish what really mattered in life.”
ISTJs showed no consistent trends other than disliking the ISTJ stereotype.
“ISTJ — sometimes wishing I was an ESFP instead!”
“I strive to be more like ISFJ, as I think my logical brain could use more feeling. I want to be a more loyal and generous person, and I’d like to create an orderly and harmonious environment at home and at work.”
“I’m an ISTJ and I’d wish to be the more daring, careless, outgoing ESTP.”
“We don’t do change. Though being an INTJ would come in handy sometimes.”
“I just wish more people were also ISTJs so I could hang out with them!”
“ISTJ and mostly content with it. It’s only when I read the descriptions of ISTJ that I wish I were something else that seemed a little more exciting to onlookers. From the perspective of living it, it’s fine, but when you read how other people describe ISTJ, it sounds completely boring and unimaginative, which it is NOT. If anything, I wish I didn’t get so overwhelmed by heavy social interaction because I really do like people.”
“I’m an ISFJ and most days I’m content with my type but occasionally I wish I was an ESFJ instead so I could express myself more easily.”
“Mostly I like being an ISFJ… social situations not being physically exhausting would be nice though.”
“I’d rather be anything E. Being bored and alone but convinced you’ll be miserable in a crowd is miserable.”
“It would be nice to be an ESTP and not have to care so much.”
“I’m ISFJ and I wish I were INFJ or INTJ. I want to be open to ideas and also independent of others. I’m also tired of my feelings getting in the way but I love being expressive at the same time.”
ESFJs across the board wished that they could take a break from their feelings!
“I’m pretty sure I’d like a type that can find more love and validation internally, rather than just relying on other people to validate me.”
“I mostly like being an ESFJ, but maybe an ESTJ? Life might be easier if there weren’t so many “feelings” going on.”
“I’m ESFJ and often wish I was an ISFJ or ESTJ. Leading Fe is painful sends me down a constant roller coaster of emotion. While I love my Fe (it helps me create art and relate to those around me), it can be a little much to deal with at times. I’m easily hurt, which makes me hesitant to trust others. I often want to spare myself (and others) the pain and deal with problems by myself. But that’s not how it works. I need people.”
“I’m an ESFJ who struggles with the ‘feels’ that go with being a type that just can’t seem to separate emotions from decision-making. It would be nice to happier without others around too.”
ISFPs were as mysteriously sparse in the responses as they are in real life.
“I’m an ISFP, and generally it’s my jam, but I do get frustrated with how instinctively reserved I am. It’d be fun to try on a life-of-the-party type, like ESFP.”
“I’m ISFP. I feel pretty good about being my type. I think we get more crap than we deserve. I would rather be an ISFP with a more developed Te. Then I wouldn’t bellyache about my visually cluttered house. It’d be clean instead!”
Though the occasional ESFP wished for an N or a J, they were mostly satisfied with their type.
“ESFP and proud, and I wish we were analyzed more for strengths other than being adventurous. The only thing I’d change is that I wish I had the ability to sit down and focus on work for a while when I need to.”
“I’m an ESFP and I am absolutely loving and contented with my type! Not gonna wish for anything else.”
“I wish I were anything NF. Emotional intelligence is so important to me and I wish I naturally had more of it.”
“My type is ESFP and I really wish I was a ENFJ. I really wish I was a J, because I’m late to like literally everything and usually loosing my mind because of the lack of a schedule. I want to be a ENFJ because they are confident, make people feel naturally at home where ever they go, are awesome at encouraging other and just have a natural sense of believing in others.”
“I’m an ESFP and I couldn’t imagine trading my upbeat, confident demeanour for anything. But I’m bothered by how common my type is.”
“I’m an ESFP and honestly I’m really happy being an ESFP!”
Miniserie documental de 6 partes sobre la intrigante y oscura vida de Robert Durst, miembro de una multimillonaria familia de Nueva York que durante años fue el principal sospechoso de tres asesinatos no resueltos.
Colloquially known as dinosaur toes thanks to their craggy exterior, percebes are considered a delicacy along the Iberian Peninsula. Now, they're gaining popularity in the States.
¿Qué música se escucha en Puerto Banús? ¿Quiénes son los ídolos de la alta sociedad sevillana? ¿Qué canciones son las favoritas de los “niños de papá”? Dedicamos nuestro podcast a la más denostada tribu urbana a través de una colección de temazos pijos y para pijos con la siempre muy bienvenida colaboración del gran Julián Almazán.O sea que a descargar, ¿sabes?
Gente rica, señoritos andaluces, “hijosde”…seguro que entre sus canciones preferidas figuran grandes figuras del bolero, la ranchera y la canción melódica. Titanes como Francisco, el renacentista Bertín Osborne o Julio Iglesias son nombres claves pero también todo el pop juvenil de Hombres G o Terapia Nacional o incluso alguna banda infantil como Nins.
Pero también hay en la actualidad jóvenes valores, como el grupo del hijo de Luis Bárcenas, que siguen demostrando que la “música de calidad” es del gusto del público más acomodado y, por supuesto, clanes como el de los Siempre Así han sabido mantenerse en el candelero a base de buen rollito rociero y flamenkito.
¿Hay un sonido genuinamente pijo? El sonido Costa Fleming al menos reflejaba en los 70 una época de boites, cruceros y puticlubs, bastante más sofisticada que la escena en la que Fonsi Nieto o Jacobo Ostos se ganan la vida como djs.
Y también hablaremos de acomodados solistas y bandas internacionales, el rock de estadio, el sonido west coast, el bling bling del hip-hop mainstream o el indie más masivo aparecen en los playlists de cualquier vecino del Barrio de Salamanca o de los fans del festival marbellí Starlite.
La primera vez que tuve que entrar a grabar en el Concello de Coruña, hace ya unos cuantos años, me encontré con un espacio lastrado por la luz, teñido de una atmósfera vetusta que parecía incidir en la intención de avejentar lo que es un maravilloso edificio modernista hasta tratar de convertirlo en versallesco.
La luz marca, que duda cabe, la manera en que podemos interpretar los lugares que habitamos. En el caso del Concello, la experiencia resulta siempre cansina cuando pretendes atender a la realidad: por más que intentes explicar a la cámara que quieres blancos, un tamizado ocre tiende a colarse en cada imagen.
En 2010 puse en marcha un proyecto loco titulado A Carreira. En resumen consistía en sacar un largo documental a partir de unas elecciones locales, las de 2011, que se intuían particulares. La política local coruñesa siempre ha tenido un punto bastante alocado, y cuando ni siquiera había aparecido todavía el 15M ya habían entrado en escena los suficientes elementos como para pensar que ahí había una historia. Y así fue, aunque A Carreira se quedó en eso, un proyecto.
Los implicados en realidad ya calculábamos desde el principio la dificultad de su realización: demasiadas horas en una época en la que había que concentrarse en el trabajo productivo, que empezaba a escasear. El interés por reflejar el trasfondo de una coyuntura se vio superado por la muy humana necesidad de mantener nuestras estructuras.
A pesar de todo, de aquella intención surgió una pieza. Con la espina clavada de no haber podido llevar a cabo la película (y es que ese proceso electoral, como intuía, dio para mucho), decidí grabar dos hechos muy concretos: el último acto del alcalde saliente, y, un día después, la toma de posesión del recién elegido. Sin una idea clara de qué hacer (imposible prever el futuro), el resultado fue un corto, Pasos en la redacción de la Historia, montado a pantalla partida simultaneando ambos actos. Fue algo natural, una especie de conclusión lógica, y más teniendo en cuenta la última imagen de un ex alcalde abandonando en solitario el escenario de su última inauguración.
Cuatro años después, Relevo #dMudanzaes la derivación de este proceso, adoptando en esta ocasión una forma distinta atendiendo de nuevo (siempre) a elementos circunstanciales. El principal: cuando aún pensábamos que A Carreira era “un posible” se había grabado una conferencia del por entonces candidato (y posteriormente alcalde) Carlos Negreira, una charla que formaba parte, precisamente, de los coloquios preelectorales de la Fundación de Estudios Políticos y Sociales. Esto era, sin duda, algo que tenía que estar ahí.
La otra pieza fue el enfrentarme a grabar de nuevo en el Concello, aunque con ciertas variaciones en la forma. El acto de toma de posesión, arcaico y rígido en su concepción, parecía que podía sufrir unas ciertas variaciones ante la llegada de una Marea Atlántica que poco tenía que ver con las formaciones clásicas. Y en cierto modo, así fue.
Los protocolos de una toma de posesión no dejan demasiado espacio a la improvisación, y sí obligan a las carreras. Los funcionarios del Concello, una vez más, me miraron raro mientras pasaba de una sala a otra. Y es que había (siempre los hay) dos grandes escenarios: el interior del Salón del Plenos, y todo lo demás. Y todo lo demás es muy grande.
Tenía la esperanza de que aquello que acontecía dentro del Salón estuviera disponible a posteriori. Aunque en el Concello de Coruña no se han caracterizado en los últimos años por implementar las nuevas tecnologías (al menos a nivel documental), imaginaba que podría acceder a una copia de lo que se estaba emitiendo en streaming. No sólo fue así, sino que me encontré con que todo el acto se había subido íntegro y dispuesto para Dominio Público.
Pero entonces era eso, una esperanza, y sobre el terreno las urgencias fueron las de siempre: atender a los escenarios, a lo que sucedía y a lo que pudiera pasar. Aún pensando en la posibilidad de acceder a ese material, la duda estaba en la imagen que no iba a salir, en ese momento que no interesaba a una retransmisión institucional. Y un acto de estas características estaba lleno de ellos. En situaciones de este tipo sólo existe una medida: hasta donde te dé el cuerpo.
Cogido en faena.
El mayor escollo vino, graciosamente, del caos derivado del hecho de que la Marea no fuera una formación clásica. El salón de plenos estaba, al contrario que otros años, lleno de “gráficos”. Esto, un problema a la hora de moverse (no hay que molestar a la gente de la profesión, ojala lo recordara el resto de la gente de la profesión), en el fondo también daba una oportunidad: la de comprobar que las cámaras muchas veces apuntaban hacia donde no me interesaba, pues yo no iba a cubrir una noticia.
De todo este caos iba a derivar, lógicamente, el otro, el de la edición. Fue complejo, pero algo menos grave de lo que pensaba. La conferencia de Carlos Negreira de 2011 y el discurso del nuevo alcalde, Xulio Ferreiro, daban las pautas. Las imágenes, una vez más, contrapunteaban las palabras. Existía, eso sí, un problema de tiempos y cronología: ¿disponerlo todo de manera ordenada o mezclar tres líneas diferentes? Venga, por qué no…
El vídeo maneja un discurso a tiempo presente y progresivamente introduce dos (o tres) saltos. Hay a quien no le gusta el que se trate la imagen de manera evidente para subrayar estas decisiones, pero en algo que no debía llegar a los 10 minutos había que agilizar. Son, cómo no, herramientas, y están para usarlas. ¿Intenciones? Fomentar la creatividad en el pensamiento ajeno.
La última vez que entré a grabar en el Concello de Coruña el tamizado ocre seguía estando ahí, y así lo respeto en este juego de tiempos: la cámara lo recoge acentuado, y así dejo que se reconduzca la realidad para volver al presente. No es culpa mía, ni de otros compañeros, ni tampoco de sus moradores, pero habrá que esforzarse para que los espacios no nos impongan sus condiciones.
Por supuesto, cualquier otra persona podría haberlo hecho de otra manera.
Descarrilada, sí. Ése debía haber sido el nombre en castellano del nuevo film de Judd Apatow. Que es tanto su mejor película como la confirmación de que Amy Schumer, una actriz de la que en España hemos oído hablar más por sus portadas de Star Wars para GQ que por su trabajo, es una de las voces a tener más en cuenta de la comedia estadounidense.
The long sunset of life is never more inspiring than when it shines wisdom into our lives through our friends, family, and community. Everyone needs help to overcome the challenges life presents, as this interview chain letter video by CBC's WireTap proves. The video starts with advice for a 6-year-old and ends about a dozen interviews later with advice for a 93-year-old.
My favorite piece of advice, and one I wish I could have shared during the Great Recession, is this tip for a 29-year-old: "Getting laid off can be a blessing in disguise." Or this hilarious tidbit, to a 9-year-old:
Advice from a 12-year-old about staying away from "popular" kids.
"Age" is both a number and a complicated social construct
Take a step back and consider the amazing collection of wisdom in the world today that is only contained in our minds. There are many things we have yet to record about living with the challenges in the 21st century. But let's be honest: Age is about way more than time.
"Just do your own thing. That's the way I see it." Advice from a 93-year-old.
Age impacts how we think of ourselves, and communicate with each other, right now. There is no scientific test to guess your "true" age, even though we'd all really appreciate one. As a social construct, age is, oddly, constant. It is tied back to our concept of what it means to be healthy, which is tied to our definition of happiness, which is tied to our economic status, which is tied to historic inequality with regard to race, ethnicity, class, gender, parenting, sexuality, religion. ... The list of what goes into our social "age" is endless.
We associate every year of the average life with some sort of yearbook of memories based on the lives of people we've never met (and sometimes that's great!). Often our exact age, however, means more to other people socially than it does to our actual health status.
"...you'll need dentures soon, anyway." Advice to an 85-year-old.
While it's incredibly complex, our real age still reveals much about our society from which we can learn. Age distribution in countries, for example, show us how the broad arm of war and peace reaches from decades past into our future. A country destroyed by violence may find itself with huge generation gaps that the elderly and very young are faced to bear alone. The number still counts for something.
There are times when age can mean a lot personally, too, and not just for celebrating birthdays, graduations, or anniversaries. When polled in 2012 by Pew Research, the majority of Americans supported keeping the Social Security retirement age the same, an issue that is tied to the fact that some better-off Americans are living longer than poorer Americans.
These pieces of advice we take to heart have the power to change how we live, which makes it all the more important to listen skeptically even while living optimistically. Good advice is out there, and often found in unexpected places.
I was in China in 2007, and it was the first ever state-sponsored, Party-approved science-fiction convention. They brought in some people from the west and I was one of them, and I was talking to a number of the older science-fiction writers in China, who told me about how science fiction was not just looked down on, but seen as suspicious and counter-revolutionary, because you could write a story set in a giant ant colony in the future, when people were becoming ants, but nobody was quite sure: was this really a commentary on the state? As such, it was very, very dodgy.
I took aside one of the Party organisers, and said, "OK. Why are you now in 2007 endorsing a science-fiction convention?" And his reply was that the Party had been concerned that while China historically has been a culture of magical and radical invention, right now, they weren’t inventing things. They were making things incredibly well but they weren’t inventing. And they’d gone to America and interviewed the people at Google and Apple and Microsoft, and talked to the inventors, and discovered that in each case, when young, they’d read science fiction. That was why the Chinese had decided that they were going to officially now approve of science fiction and fantasy.
The anecdote comes from a wonderful conversation Gaimain had with Kazuo Ishiguro about genre fiction. It's very much worth reading in full.
I don’t know; it just kind of happened. Why do some people die young? Why do trends come and go? Why did we drop Stephanie? These are life’s unanswerable mysteries, and trying to solve them is a fool’s game. But, if I must: One minute she was in the group text and the next minute there was a new group text and Stephanie wasn’t on it.
God works in mysterious ways, and so does our friend group.
Things happen. People grow apart. Honestly, ‘Stephanie’ got to be pretty hard to say. Ste-pha-nie. What a mouthful. Also, I think maybe Katie was paying a calligrapher to address her wedding invitations and didn’t want to pay for that many letters? Actually, don’t quote me on that because I have no idea. And Katie’s not cheap. I should text Katie.
Anyway, I haven’t seen Stephanie in weeks because we stopped inviting her to our Sunday brunches. One time she had like, an allergy or something and we figured why keep putting her at risk? Or maybe it was because Rebecca could never remember her birthday, or something like that. Rebecca is so funny. We’re always like, “Maybe wear something that isn’t black?” but Rebecca just loves black.
But in all the seriousness, I think maybe one time Stephanie hiccupped, and Jasmine is very afraid of hiccups because she thinks they sound like a tiny baby choking, so she probably couldn’t even look at Stephanie anymore because she reminded her of tiny choking babies. Wait never mind—it must have been Jasmine’s Pomeranian that hiccupped because she had her put down. But the dog’s name was also Stephanie.
Maybe we stopped hanging out with Stephanie because she was dating a guy who wore board shorts?
No, that can’t be….Oh! I just got a text from Katie saying that Jasmine is dead to us. She’s so right—her hiccup phobia is just too crazy.
Mondays, right? You know you seriously need a chemical fix, but should it be a foamy cup of joe or a boozy frozen drink? Perhaps the most pressing concern here, however, is that you are using a questionnaire to decide what you put in your body. Who knows! Take this quiz to find out.
1. What song would you most like to listen to right now?
A. “Chain Gang” by Sam Cooke
B. “Celebration” by Kool and The Gang
C. The song I want to listen to is not included on this list.
2. Choose a substance that fits the scientific definition of the word “drug”.
A. Caffeine
B. Alcohol
C. Both fit the definition so choosing seems weird.
3. Which Beyoncé alter ego are you?
A. Sasha Fierce
B. Yoncé
C. What does this have to do with what I want to drink? How much longer is this quiz?
4. What outfit are you most likely to be caught wearing?
A. A suit
B. flirty party dress
C. Pants and a shirt?
5. Which Kanye tweet perfectly describes you?
A. “Sometimes I get emotional over fonts”
B. “SWISH”
C. I’m not a big Twitter person.
6. Where were you most likely to be spotted as a child?
A. The library
B. The ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese’s
C. I didn’t drink lattes or margaritas as a child so I don’t really see the connection?
Mostly A’s: Latte!
You’re always on your grind, so it’s definitely time for some ground coffee bean juice topped with creamy foam! It’s also time to consider why you relied on a quiz to make this choice. You are an adult with a job who should be able to realize whether to drink something stimulating or relaxing. Hopefully, this quiz has been as eye-opening as all that espresso.
Mostly B’s: Margarita!
Your motto is “it’s 5 o’clock somewhere” and you would honestly rather be on a beach right now! You are the life of the party, but regardless, you should be able to figure out whether it’s time for caffeine or alcohol. So as you plug in your blender and salt some rims, meditate on whether you should be consuming alcohol at all.
Mostly C’s: You Don’t Need This Quiz!
You got it! You are a wise cynic who has picked up on the fact that this quiz is completely unnecessary to your decision-making, but more importantly, why would waste your time on a quiz that you thought was stupid? Take our next quiz to find out.
Ann and Ken Fredericks of Satellite Beach, Florida were married 60 years ago in Nyack, New York. Ann's grandmother baked their cake, which is a dark fruit cake, then had it iced by a baker. They ate most of the cake at the wedding reception, but saved the top layer.
On their first anniversary, they ate a small portion of that cake.
And on their second anniversary, they ate another.
Now, 60 years after they got married, they're still eating a little slice of that same wedding cake. They wrap the cake in plastic wrap, place it inside an old coffee can, then place the can inside a room-temperature closet. Florida Today (auto-start video) reports:
The Fredericks get a kick out of teasing their children. They said they've offered all three a bite of the cake over the years, but it has always been refused.
"They won't taste it," Ken said.
"And we tell them, it tastes fine," Ann said. "They always say, 'Oh, there's not that much. You two keep it for yourself.' I don't know, we may have to be buried with it."
After the annual bite, the cake, which is now about 4-by-3 inches big, will be wrapped in Saran and nestled back into its coffee can with a yellowed slip of paper that reads: "Top tier, Ann's wedding cake."
"We're hoping we can do it again next year," Ken said.
"It has lasted us 60 years, and so has the marriage," Ann said, "which is much more important than the wedding cake."
What music do you listen to? What bands are on your playlist? Who have you seen live? In a way, these common conversation starters are asking "What is your identity?"
That's because in the US, for many years, music has been a major center of popular cultural discourse. Contrast this with, say, dance or sculpture. These art forms are well-developed, but are not as deeply embedded in the daily lives of Americans.
Food has replaced music at the heart of the cultural conversation for so many, and I wonder if it's because food and dining still offer true scarcity whereas music is so freely available everywhere that it's become a poor signaling mechanism for status and taste. If you've eaten at Noma, you've had an experience a very tiny fraction of the world will be lucky enough to experience, whereas if you name any musical artist, I can likely find their music and be listening to it within a few mouse clicks. Legally, too, which removes even more of the caché that came with illicit downloading, the thrill of being a digital bootlegger.
Once, it felt like watching music videos on MTV was a form of rebellion in plain sight. Nowadays, the channel doesn't play any music videos. Instead, we have dozens of food and cooking shows, even entire channels like The Food Network dedicated to the topic. Chefs have become elevated to the status of master craftsmen, with names that have risen above the status of their restaurants, and diners revere someone like Jiro of Jiro Dreams of Sushi fame the way a previous generation worshipped the guitar sound of a rock god like Jimi Hendrix.
The conspicious consumption and discussion of food is a way of signaling your identity:
It's not just the scarcity of the actual food that offers such signaling opportunities. You can generate your own scarcity just by having a broad palate. When it comes to dining, many people still have narrow bands of taste, so if you're from the Jonathan Gold school of adventurous dining, you can easily set yourself apart by ingesting something exotic, like tripe stew, or some part of an animal that most people didn't even know was edible and certainly wouldn't dream of consuming.
The keyboard is filled with unusual symbols like @, #, and &, which we use without stopping to think how these arbitrary symbols got such specific meanings. But each one has its own odd little origin story.
Where those weird symbols really came from
The Command symbol
Only Mac users see this on their keyboards, but it's a good one. It was originally (and remains) a symbol for a Swedish campground or attraction. In 1983, Mac icon designer Susan Kare found it while shuffling through an international dictionary, according to early Apple employee Andy Hertzfeld. The ⌘ symbol, also known as the "splat," was an instant hit.
The pound sign (a.k.a. hashtag)
Those who aren't part of the Twitter generation will recognize this as the pound or number sign. It's probably an ancient symbol — as Keith Houston notes in the punctuation book (and blog) Shady Characters, it's a rushed and barred-off version of "lb.," the abbreviation for "pound."
The at sign
The @ sign came long before email addresses. As Smithsonian reports, the first documented use was actually in the 1500s for denoting units of wine (called amphorae), but our use of the symbol probably comes from a speedily written French "à" (which translates to "at"). It showed up in email addresses partly because it was so rare, which made it a good candidate for something new.
The dollar sign
Though the dollar sign is a common symbol, its origins are hard to track down. But the US Bureau of Engraving and Printing provides a convincing explanation: It comes from the "P" for Mexican or Spanish pesos, and over time, the "S" was written over it to pluralize it, forming the $.
The percent sign
The % is probably just an evolved fraction. Most sources are convinced by David Eugene Smith's explanation in Rare Arithmetica, which posits that from the 1400s to 1600s a fraction shifted sideways and became the sign we know today. The name probably comes from the Italian "per cento" (per hundred).
The asterisk
The * is, pretty simply, a little star (and that's what the Latin asteriscus means). It also has a claim to ancient Greek origin. Some scholars guess it was first used to note split lines in Homer's Odyssey. Others, however, believe it got its start appearing next to a birth date, to mark when someone was born.
The ampersand
The &'s ancient origins are likely a written version of "ET" (Latin for "and"). The ampersand's name is more recent: It probably comes from an 1800s-era corruption of "and per se and," a phrase which basically explains that the symbol means "and."
Furry Friend bills itself as a “frequency-shaped cat purr noise generator.” You can change the parameters on the generator to hear different purrs. You can also animate it to watch the sliders vibrate and change in time with the cat’s breathing. Neat!
A cat's purr is generally within the range of 40 - 200 Hz. In sound therapy, these frequencies are believed to heal injuries and relieve pain. It is also told that injured cats often purr to help soothe and heal themselves...
Whether you're not at home, can't have a pet, or just need your purr fix right this moment, this soundscape can help you relax and emulate the soothing experience of snuggling up with your furry friend - without the fleas and cat hair!
Don’t blame me if you are tempted to leave this on all the time and somehow you find yourself more relaxed until you fall asleep at the computer. Your cats may or may not like it.
Since the mid-’80s, Barrence Whitfield has dedicated his life to reminding people that rock & roll and rhythm & blues are not separate but equal institutions, but healthy branches of the same tree; on-stage or in the studio, Whitfield howls vintage R&B tunes with the fury of a hot-wired rock band, and belts out vintage-style rock with a healthy portion of swagger and soul. In Whitfield’s world, it’s all loud and furious, and makes you want to dance, and really, who doesn’t want some of that in their life? After a detour through other projects, Whitfield resurrected the Savages in 2011, and 2015’s Under the Savage Sky, the group’s third album since returning to duty, stands proudly alongside mid-’80s landmarks like Dig Yourself and Ow! Ow! Ow! as a master class in souped-up…
…and full-bodied roadhouse rocking. Whitfield turned 60 not long after this album came out, but you’d never guess by listening to it; he can still shout with the best of them, and if he isn’t always subtle, he’s not here for introspection but to get the dancefloor shaking, and that’s what he does anytime he steps to the mike. And the band — guitarist Peter Greenberg (also one of the group’s primary songwriters), bassist Phil Lenker, drummer Andy Jody, and saxman Tom Quartulli — roars just as loud and proud as the frontman, conjuring the glorious sound of a crowded bar in full celebratory mania on a Saturday night. The production captures the raucous sound of the Savages’ live show with good and greasy accuracy, and when Barrence sings “It’s no sin to lose control,” he’s neatly summed up what’s great about this band — and this album. Those who still believe that rock & roll can and should make you move ought to put Under the Savage Sky on their playlists pronto; it’s the raw real thing.
The band plays Power Pop with classic Garage Rock undertones, making them sound like, well, a garage rock version of The Undertones. But not just any strand of Garage Rock, The Connection are more akin to the straight, early Rock and Roll influenced side of the genre. To give you an idea, The Connection is a lot more clean cut and melodic like, say, Wayne Fontana & The Mindbenders. They lack the grit and intensity of The Standells or The Sonics and they’re a thousand miles away from the overall weirdness of and the Mysterians. They’ve set their sights on clear cut pop hooks and riffs that lift from vintage Chuck Berry. This is a band who wear their influences on their sleeves. Producer (and member of the Dictators) Andy Shernoff surrounds the band with a clean, smooth sound, with…
…all the instruments ringing as clear as day. This was obviously the right move, as placing unwarranted fuzz or distortion over these songs would sound severely off putting. It’d be like seeing Richie Cunningham in The Fonz’s leather jacket. Other collaborators include ex-Screeching Weasel member Dan Vapid, who delivers backup vocals on “Don’t Come Back.” Though, to be honest, if you don’t know he’s there, his vocals are not remotely noticeable.
The band doesn’t mix things up too much, making it obvious that they belong to the school of “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Most of the songs on this album feature uptempo, bouncy instrumentals and chipper vocals. “Let the Jukebox Take Me” and “Treat You So Bad” are the only tracks here that really break from the mold in any way. With a countrified ballad posture, the former track saunters along and absorbs some ragtime influenced piano stabs before it reaches it’s muddled end. “Treat You So Bad” is a New Wave influenced rocker no doubt taking a cue from Elvis Costello’s first couple of albums. Neither of these songs make much of an impact, however, as they mostly wallow in their influences and fail to catch your ear with a bland chorus.
Just as the album title says, this is clearly a labor of love and the band members are undoubtedly having fun playing the music. The album is bolstered by a handful of genuinely catchy tracks (“Circles” and “Pathetic Kind of Man” come to mind), but there is some filler to be found here. The 30 minute album is too short to become tiresome, but The Connection should have definitely put a little more labor into this labor of love anyway.
The easiest way to take your homemade drinks from decent to worthy of your favorite upscale cocktail bar is to master the art of the rim. Anyone who’s had a minty sugar-dipped mojito can attest: That crystallized slick of goodness clinging to the edge of the glass is a revelation in every sip. And it’s not just for fun or decoration—rimming a glass can add an element that’s essential to a particular cocktail (like salt in a margarita, for example).
There are three key parts to making a perfect rimmed cocktail. Rick Martinez, BA‘s associate food editor breaks them down for us:
This guy would be having even MORE fun with a rimmed glass. Photo: Michael Graydon + Nikole Herriott
The Liquid
First things first: You’ll need to wet the lip of the glass with a liquid so the salt or sugar has something to adhere to. Don’t go too far down the glass; about ¼” is perfect. Water’s your most basic option here. It’s wet, and sugar and salt will stick to it—but it’s also flavorless. Here are our other favorites for the liquid portion:
Juice
Avoid juice with lots of pulp. Choose a juice that enhances or complements the inherent flavors of your cocktail. Some options: citrus, apple or pear cider, grape, pineapple, passion, mango.
Diluted syrups
Use a 1:1 syrup-to-water dilution or the syrup will be too viscous and thick. Try maple, simple syrup, agave, honey, fruit syrup, or grenadine.
Beer
Sipping a beer-based cocktail, like a Michelada or a Bloody Beer? Take it a step further with a beer-and-salt rim.
Wine
Sangria and wine spritzers are just begging for a rim. (Psst—white wine works better here, unless you’re a big fan of Bozo the Clown “wine mouth.”)
Soda
Choose light-colored sodas for the same reason you’d use white wine. Tonic water also works well.
Cut fruit Choose ripe fruit that’s juicy and flavorful, slice it, and rub the rim with it. For double the flavor, muddle the slice into the cocktail after you rub the rim. Try peaches, plums, mangoes, or pineapples.
Your cocktails have been waiting their whole life for this. Photo: Eva Kolenko
The Dry
This is the fun part! Once you’ve wet the rim of your glass, set it upside-down in a shallow bowl or dish containing the dry ingredient and the “extra” (more on that in a minute). Make sure there’s enough to coat the entire rim of the glass. Wiggle the glass to cover the wet part of the glass completely. Turn the glass right-side up and pour in your cocktail. Be careful when filling the glass: Don’t let the drink splash the rim and undo your hard work.
Salt
A classic pick for margaritas, bloodies, and beer-based drinks.
Kosher: Not all kosher salt is created equal. Choose a variety that isn’t too coarse.
Sea salt: Sea salt can be too briny with intense salinity. Taste before using.
Smoked: Your Bloody Mary called. It wants to be rimmed with smoked salt.
Pink: Pink salt has a mineral-forward flavor that’s great with margaritas or bloodies.
Gray: This intense salt needs to be paired with bold drinks, or it will dominate the other flavors.
Sugar Granulated: It may not be fancy, but simple granulated sugar is our pick for sugar-rimmed cocktails. The bright and clean flavor is just the ticket for sweet-tart cocktails with high acidity.
Raw: Raw sugar has a deeper, caramelized flavor that’s nice with brown spirits, like Bourbon and whiskey-based cocktails.
Candies
No one says you have to use salt or sugar. Go straight for the jugular with crushed candy. Some of our favorite options:
The Extras
These mix-ins can be added to any of the dry components we’ve mentioned for a little extra oomph. Keep in mind that a little goes a long way—there should not be more “extra” than dry ingredient. Taste it before you rim the glass, but as a good rule of thumb, Martinez recommends ½ to 1 teaspoon of “extra” per 2 tablespoons sugar or salt.
Spices
Go for sweet and heat with cinnamon, cayenne, chili powder, cocoa powder, or crushed cocoa nibs.
Citrus
Use the zest: dried and ground, or fresh and grated. Avoid the white pith separating the zest and the fruit, as it can be bitter.
Herbs
Go for dried, and grind them finely in a spice grinder or clean coffee grinder. Fresh herbs are too reminiscent of lawn cuttings to mix well.
Cookies
The process: Place cookies in a sealed plastic bag with the air pressed out. Crush with a mallet or rolling pin. It goes without saying that this is also awesome as an ice-cream topper.
Dried fruit or vegetable powders
Making your own potent herb, veggie, and fruit powders is easier than you think—and so worth it.
Muchas veces hemos oído la pregunta: si el hombre viene del mono, ¿por qué todavía existen monos? Es curioso, pero quien se pregunta esto, nunca se plantea: y si el perro viene del lobo, ¿por qué todavía existen lobos? Hay quien dice que, realmente, el perro no viene del lobo. El mismo Konrad Lorenz afirmaba que algunas razas venían del chacal pasando por otras tantas. Hoy sabemos que no es así.
En 1993 los doctores Tsuda, Kanabe, Kikkawa y Yonekawa estudiaron el ADN mitocondrial de perros y lobos y sus conclusiones fueron que las secuencias de dicho ADN son similares a las existentes entre los perros entre sí y entre los lobos entre sí. El genetista molecular Robert K. Wayne estableció que la diferencia entre el ADN mitocondrial de un perro y un lobo era de un 0,2%; lo que establece que pertenecen la misma especie.
Peter Savolainen, del Real Instituto de Tecnología de Estocolmo realizó un estudio con 654 perros de todo el mundo y su conclusión es que más del 95% de los perros descienden de 3 hembras de lobo. Existen evidencias de fósiles de perros domesticados hace más de 31.000 años. La pregunta ahora es: ¿cuántas generaciones serían necesarias para obtener un perro de un lobo?
Esta misma pregunta se la hacía allá por el año 1950 el científico ruso Dmitry Belyaev. Este hombre diseñó un experimento a largo plazo para estudiar el proceso de domesticación. Compró 130 zorros (30 machos y 100 hembras), un animal que nunca había sido domesticado y, como buen científico, los separó en un grupo de estudio y otro de control. En un principio, todos aquellos zorros estaban acostumbrados a vivir en jaulas, pero no se dejaban tocar y reaccionaban agresivamente hacia los trabajadores del centro.
El experimento consistió en que en el grupo de estudio sólo permitía procrear a los que fueran más mansos: los que eran más agresivos no tenían descendencia. De este modo, estaba haciendo una selección por comportamiento. Al grupo de control no hizo selección alguna. Y así se hizo generación tras generación.
El resultado del experimento
Y sucedió. Consiguió zorros que se acercaban, saltaban a los brazos y lamían en la cara a sus cuidadores. En 1970, uno de los cuidadores tomó a uno de ellos como mascota. Se comportaba prácticamente como un perro. Este cambio, que ya de por sí es sorprendente, lo es más cuando sabemos que lo consiguió en apenas 10 generaciones, lo que es un abrir y cerrar de ojos a nivel evolutivo. En esas 10 generaciones, un 18% de los zorros se comportaban prácticamente como un perro. Dicho porcentaje subió al 35% en 20 generaciones, y en el año 2009 era un 80% de los individuos.
El otro punto curioso es que aquellos nuevos zorros mansos tenían otros cambios que no se esperaban. Tenían menores niveles de adrenalina, pero no solo eso, sino que hubo cambios morfológicos. Aparecieron zorros de diferentes colores, con manchas, y también cambiaron de aspecto. Las orejas dejaron de ser tiesas y cambiaron las formas de sus cráneos, mandíbulas y dientes.
Y eso que Belyaev nunca seleccionó aquellos animales por ninguna de esas características, sino que lo hizo exclusivamente por su comportamiento, por lo que podemos concluir que todas estas características van realmente ligadas ese carácter principal. O sea, que no podemos hacer que mantengan un determinado aspecto mientras queramos un comportamiento diferente.
Ahora, ¿seríamos capaces de cambiar el comportamiento humano en el mismo número de generaciones que hizo Belyaev con los zorros? Da para pensar.
Fuente | The Farm-Fox Experiment Fuente | Antonio Parami Miranda, Psicología del aprendizaje y adiestramiento del perro. Foto | Pixabay
Creo que normaliza muchas cosas pero no necesariamente eso o así. Más en la idea de, por ejemplo, el 'diseño inteligente', reflejo del cristianismo evangélico sin contacto con el cristianismo católico que tiene aceptado a Darwin desde hace años. Y más por los políticos, siempre entretenidos copiando ideario, que por el público general.
De hecho, lo más destacable de el global americano -es decir, separando de lo que ya tenemos aquí- es ese militarismo que recorre muchas de sus series y que aquí no parece acabar de calar.
Por cierto, "Community" es una de las series más estatalistas que ha habido las últimas décadas. Greendale puede ser un desastre pero siempre por los problemas de presupuesto y gestión, está llevado con la mejor de las intenciones y es inclusivista a tope. El tropo de 'tenemos que sobrevivir todos juntos' y la misma idea de -sorpresa- 'comunidad' son defendidas constantemente, en muchos casos contra la iniciativa privada que intenta destruir, sustituir o infiltrarse. Es un tema recurrente toda la serie, de hecho, porque Winger no está contento siendo parte de los perdedores pero teniendo que aceptar que aunque parezca un despropósito hace mucho bien.
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about death and the process of dying. I know, not the prettiest of thoughts; there are far nicer ideas to be contemplating than your own demise. It's a tough subject. We all know it's out there, lurking somewhere on the horizon, but many of us find it extremely uncomfortable to talk about.
Medical students don't seem to have that problem, though. They are reminded of death on a daily basis and seem to be able to laugh it off with their own unique brand of macabre humor. I sat down with a few of them to ask about that very matter and find out how it feels to spend so much of your time with corpses. After our chat, I'm having a hard time imagining myself ever donating my body to science.
Raisins
"Sometimes you'll get emotionally attached to a particular cadaver. After having seen it so many times during the semester, you begin to hope you'll get the same one for your practical exam. Some of the corpses I've seen had their eyes wide-open but they hardly looked like eyes anymore—they looked more like raisins. Life is a fragile thing, really. After you die, there's most likely nothing else."
– Alina, fourth-year student.
Laying Off The Rice
"My anatomy teacher once told me that they preserve bodies by casually hanging them from ropes in a formalin pool in the university basement. I always wanted to see it but I have never been allowed in.
"One time, we got a body that had his dick cut off. It was pretty awkward to look at, especially for the guys. The worst thing I've witnessed is armpit fat. It looked so similar to rice that I couldn't eat the stuff for about a year."
"Most of the corpses we get have already been dissected. Even so, rummaging through the bits and pieces is extremely beneficial because there's a world of difference between what you see in your illustrated anatomy atlas—with all those bright colors and clear lines—and the real deal.
"I actually think a lot about death. It used to mostly be about my loved ones dying, but these days I think a lot about my own death. Unfortunately, we're all going to experience it—some more brutally than others. Last winter, I saw one of my classmates get hit by a truck and it made me realize that, as medical students, we're way too superficial and we don't pay nearly enough attention to those right next to us. At school, we've been taught to joke about death and to eat next to corpses and all that. I think that, in many ways, it's made us become just as cold as them."
- Adelina, third-year student
Salted Cadavers
"The smell of formalin (a.k.a. formaldehyde)—the stuff that preserves bodies—always makes me hungry. There's a certain flavor to it. To stop corpses from rotting, we sprinkle them with salt, which, mixed with the formalin, gives the corpses this weird food-like smell.
"Sure, I'm scared of dying, but it's going to happen to all of us whether we like it or not. I'm just grateful I've been given the chance to learn about so many things. That's what keeps me going."
- Andrei, fourth-year student
Pretending to Wank Corpses Off
"I'm quite fond of corpses because, unlike living people, they don't speak. When I started dealing with dead bodies, I found it hard to believe they'd ever actually been alive. A live human and a dead human felt like two different things.
"One time, a colleague dared me to make a cadaver smile, so I pulled at its cheeks and did it. My colleague then took the corpse's hand and made it look as if he was jerking himself off. It was fun, especially because our teacher was laughing as well."
- Cristian, third-year student
Angle Grinders
"Once, two teaching assistants were struggling to remove a brain from a corpse's skull so they called me in to help. After about half an hour of cutting away at it with an angle grinder and hitting it with a chisel, we made it through. Trust me, it's uncomfortable to hear a man's skull crack in your hands.
These days, death in society is viewed as a tragedy even though it's the most natural thing. That said, it's terrible to witness someone have a heart attack. Or to see a 30-year-old with a pregnant wife being told he has pancreatic cancer."
"People take selfies all over the place, so why shouldn't they do it at medical school too? Taking a selfie with a corpse isn't any more complex than a window washer taking a selfie while cleaning windows. The only real difference is that a board of ethics could give you a hard time for the former. According to current regulations, corpse selfies are forbidden.
"Lab jokes are usually pretty macabre—the morgue is not really a space for political correctness. That said, I'm yet to meet anyone who's bothered by it or doesn't appreciate the funny side of dealing with dead people. You know that game, "Marco Polo"? One time, I hid my mate's pen in a cadaver and we played that. Another time, right around Christmas, one of my mates dressed a body up like Santa Claus."
- Bogdan, sixth-year student
Missing Penis
"Once, a teacher told us about how a body's penis simply vanished. Seemingly, someone cut it off and took it home. There's plenty of necrophilia jokes floating about, typically between alpha males. Stuff like: 'If you need a shag, there's plenty of fit birds in the lab.'"
- Ciprian, first-year student
Spotting a Corpse on the Bus
"A week or so after dissecting a woman, I thought I saw her next to me on the train. She looked exactly the same. I stared at her for a while to see if it was actually her. I wasn't scared or anything—that sort of stuff doesn't worry me. School has shaken me up a bit, though. It's forced me to think a lot more about the process of dying—mostly about things like, how the body degrades and decomposes."
Hace poco estaba con un colega (a quien no voy a nombrar
aquí) en Biergarten. Le dio una enorme calada a su cigarrillo, se quedó
pensativo, mirando al vacío, y por fin dijo, "A veces me gustaría ser una
mujer hermosa. Se lo pasan muy bien". En un momento donde fue muy evidente
que lo que quería era un cumplido, respondí "Yo también". Su
respuesta: "Al menos tienes las tetas grandes". Después seguimos
tomándonos nuestra cerveza y ninguno de los dos volvió a mencionar el tema.
No fue la primera vez que me di cuenta de que los hombres no
tienen idea de lo que significa andar por ahí con varios kilos extra de grasa
con connotaciones sexuales en el pecho. Así que, con el fin de informar, y por
el bien de las mujeres de todo el mundo, os voy a hablar sobre las tetas grandes.
Pero cuidado porque va a ser muy íntimo.
Toda la ropa que llevas te hace parecer
una muñeca sexual
Ok, tal vez sea una generalización, pero el hecho es que es
imposible no ver tetas. En especial cuando son (o siguen) firmes y atractivas.
Y esto significa que, si llevas una talla D o más grande, tienes que ser muy
cuidadosa con lo que usas si no quieres ir muy "provocativa". ¿Qué
tal un vestidito de verano con un lindo estampado de florecitas? Obsceno. ¿O un
top sin tirantes? Solo si planeas quedarte con los brazos inmóviles hasta que
llegues a casa y te lo quites. En cuanto te pruebes algo con escote, es muy
probable que parezca "exagerado". Hace poco me entró la idea de que
tenía que vestirme más profesional, así que empecé a ponerme blusas y a usar
mis gafas. Pero después de que tres personas me preguntaron por qué me había
vestido como "bibliotecaria cachonda", decidí no volverme a vestir
así nunca más.
La única forma de vestirse sin parecer demasiado sexual es
con camisetas grandes, sudaderas o camisas de hombres. Sólo así vas a poder
estar segura de que nadie te va a silbar porque parece que te rendiste a la
mitad de un tratamiento de hormonas. Y ya que tocamos este punto, me gustaría preguntarle
a todas las cadenas de moda por qué de pronto empezaron a vender ropa con
cuello alto y de corte ancho. Solo venden cosas que hacen que las mujeres con
senos grandes parezcan pirámides con sobrepeso. Como si ir de compras no fuera
ya bastante difícil.
Y si tratas de ir sexy a propósito, la industria de la ropa
interior te va a arruinar los planes. A partir de cierto tamaño de copa, solo
encuentras sujetadores feos. ¿Alguna vez has visto a una mujer con ojos
inexpresivos y una sonrisa de loca en el centro comercial y has pensado que llevaba
una bomba lista para explotar? Pues seguro que solo trataba de comprar ropa
interior con la que no parecer una vendedora de la teletienda.
Envidia de tetas (como envidia de pene
pero diferente)
"Siempre quieres lo que no tienes", es lo que te
dicen los peluqueros que te cobran 100 euros mientras te joden el pelo. Esto
también aplica para las tetas. No quiero entrar en detalles pero hace unos
años, en una fiesta, terminé con un grupo de chicas sentadas en circulo bebiendo
mucho, mucho vodka. Todas enseñaron su delantera al grupo, una tras otra.
Después de cada revelación, todas aplaudían con respeto y se tomaban otro chupito.
Como si no hubieran visto nada.
No recuerdo cómo llegué a ese punto pero el falso entusiasmo
en el "¡Qué buenas tetas, Anastasia*!" (*nombre cambiado por la
autora, aunque la autora no recuerda cual era el nombre real de la chica,
entonces tal vez sí que se llama así) demostró muy rápido que todas las
mujeres, aunque no estén de acuerdo, sienten cierta competitividad con respecto
a sus pechos. Y mientras que a las chicas con "tetas pequeñas" les
gustaría tener una o dos tallas más de copa, las chicas como yo vemos con
envidia a nuestras amigas que pueden bailar toda la noche sin miedo a que se
salga algo de su top y que además puedan decir con orgullo que no han usado sujetador
en años. Porque no lo necesitan.
Los deportes son un infierno
Lo que muchos no saben es que, si tienes tetas grandes, no
puedes mover mucho tu cuerpo. Cada vez que tienes que correr para pillar el
tren, te preguntas si el sujetador que traes puesto hoy es lo suficientemente
fuerte o si vas a tener que sostener tus ondulantes tetas mientras corres.
Suena estúpido, pero es la pura verdad. Al final, te preguntas: ¿Cuántos sujetadores
deportivos tengo que usar uno sobre el otro para no sentir que uno de mis pechos
me va a noquear al rebotar cada que me muevo?
Los deportes que requieren movimientos excesivos hacia
arriba y hacia abajo son los peores. Esto incluye todos los deportes donde se
necesita correr y también las actividades ecuestres (¿Hacer parkour con un sujetador
deportivo de 10 euros? No tiene precio). Hacer ejercicio ya es bastante difícil
(dependiendo de tu condición física y el tamaño del público) como para que,
aparte de todo, seas la chica a la que se le salió una teta.
Un consejo para todas las
mujeres que están leyendo este texto: utilizad un sujetador deportivo sobre un sujetador
que os quede pequeño. Es muy incómodo pero al menos así no vais a sentir que el
tejido conjuntivo se rompe con cada movimiento.
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Nada es para siempre. Hum. Creo que esto lo podría decir cantando...
La pregunta, por otro lado, no tiene mucho más sentido. Películas de Supes lleva habiendo muchos años. Desde que "Batman" fue la película más taquillera de 1989 creó que sólo ha habido un año sin estrenos de supes en el cine. Y, con todo, no es tanto un asunto de que haya más o menos películas como del éxito de taquilla que tienen arrastrando la promoción casi constante gracias a que los fanes funcionan como cadena de transmisión de cualquier chorradica. De ahí que tras la verbena de la San Diego ComicCon se hayan ido creando otras como el D23 de Disney.
Lo más divertido es que esto se pregunte en un año como este. ¿Sabe cuándo se estrenará en USA la próxima película de superhéroes? En febrero. Sí, sí. en febrero de 2016. El 12. "MuertoPiscinas" ni más ni menos.
Desde el 7 de agosto hasta entonces, poco más de seis meses. Medio año sin estrenos de superhéroes. No está mal para estar copando los cines, ¿eh? Y no sé si se ha fijado la loca cantidad de ellas que ha habido este año. ¡Tres! Incluso si quiere contar "Kingsman" podemos llegar a 4. El año que viene se supone que es récord -trendía que mirarlo- porque se van a estrenar 8.
¡Ocho! ¡De 52 semanas que tiene el año! ¿Qué puede copar más las pantallas que cada mes y medio haya una película con una ambientación/transfondo? Y es que ya lo sabemos: Nunca fue fructífera la relación de los superhéroes y el cine.
http://blog.adlo.es/2014/06/nunca_fue_fructifera_la_relacion_de_los_superheroes_y_el_cine.html
De todas formas, no se preocupe. Esto es cuestión de dinero. En nuestras circunstancias actuales -tanto capitalistas como socioculturales- el cambio del cine hacia un espectáculo social de grandes dimensiones ha favorecido el éxito en taquilla de estas películas. (De manera muy burda, claro, si quisieran beneficios harían más películas menos caras, cine de terror por ejemplo). Pero en cuanto Universal ha demostrado que puede tener su mejor año sin supes y Disney tiene en el futuro Star Wars -y pocas ganas de ser su propio rival, claro- se apuntan otros espectáculos que pueden dejar pasta.
Y entonces el cine de supes... No, no desaparecerá. Seguirá igual, entre 3 y 5 películas al año. Pero claro, su presencia en medios no les hará pensar que "Superan vs Batman" o "Suicide Squad" o "MuertoPiscinas" o "X-Men: La era de Apocalipsis" se van a estrenar el año que no es. Es lo que tiene la producción en cadena: nunca para y con que a uno le toque el resto va detrás buscando lo mismo.
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Since the mid-’80s, Barrence Whitfield has dedicated his life to reminding people that rock & roll and rhythm & blues are not separate but equal institutions, but healthy branches of the same tree; on-stage or in the studio, Whitfield howls vintage R&B tunes with the fury of a hot-wired rock band, and belts out vintage-style rock with a healthy portion of swagger and soul. In Whitfield’s world, it’s all loud and furious, and makes you want to dance, and really, who doesn’t want some of that in their life? After a detour through other projects, Whitfield resurrected the Savages in 2011, and 2015’s Under the Savage Sky, the group’s third album since returning to duty, stands proudly alongside mid-’80s landmarks like Dig Yourself and Ow! Ow! Ow! as a master class in souped-up…
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