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El hombre de tu vida: Impecablemente escrita. Francella, como siempre, está impresionante. Hilarante pero no superficial. No sé, mirala, YA.

Suits: I guess Harvey would do if one had never met Brian Kinney, it feels to me like he doesn’t quite believe his own hype. It doesn’t help that the plots and dialogues are mostly pretty mediocre. I could deal with Mike’s doe-eyed naiveté, for a while, at least but I’m confused by the mixed messages I’m getting here, is he a genius? Is he on the autistic spectrum and has almost no social skills but smiles cutely and gets by on that? Am I supposed to empathize with his lack of focus and his covering his ass with his eidetic memory and researching ability (apparently his only immutable quality)? How are we supposed to believe he is the underdog if he can actually get away with anything and suffers no ill-effects from his mistakes? I don’t understand who he is as a character. I suppose at least he’s a walking stereotype like Harvey... (maybe he’s a mashup of half a dozen). I like Pearson and I like Rachel (mostly)  and Donna rocks, but the random male associates that show up to challenge Mike (why are all of them male and white, btw? Harvard clearly has female graduates, at the very least?). Luis is very annoying and the fact that he reads kind of effeminate to me bothers me in the sense that the only possibly non-heterosexual person in the series is a COMPLETE IDIOT.
 After being kept permanent on the edge of my seat with the brilliance that is The Good Wife the Law on this just leaves me cold. I like some of the movie references (Kobayashi Maru!) but I think they might be a bit excessive, it might be just that those aren’t movies I watched growing up. It’s good entertainment, don’t get me wrong, but nothing more.

Lost Girl: I think I forgot to tell you that there is an awesome female-centric show about a girl who discovers she’s a succubus and all her crazy adventures with the human girl she rescues and who decides to be her sort-of-manager/partner-in-crime and the werewolf boy who’s in lust with her and the human scientist specializing in faeries who cares about her but can’t quite trust her because she’s rash and impulsive and all the other crazy faery people who want her dead/on their side/bed/something else.

Asperger’s/Autism documentaries:

Only Human – Make me normal:  This wasn’t very interesting. I liked the little Aspie boy but I didn’t feel it revealed anything I didn’t know. It’s like all these videos are introductions.
Planet Parent – Asperger’s syndrome: I liked that they found families with more than one child in the autistic spectrum. Wasn’t so happy to discover they are trying to find the AS and autism genes to then find a chemical/genetic cure for it. I mean, low-functioning autism sucks but most Aspies are fully functional people who should get to choose if they want their personalities wiped out.


I’m leaving for Glasgow in 4 days. Have some rooms to view when I arrive but can’t find a hostel I like that has rooms from Friday to Sunday. *quietly panics*
 
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I'm sad today. And then I found happy pictures and I though I would put them up (metaphorically, you'll have to deal because I don't have a printer). It's an endless repetition of a dilemma I have been dealing with all my life: is it happiness or truth better? I remember The Matrix making it very obvious (not when it came out and I was 12 but when I was sixteen and decided I wanted happiness, that it did not matter if it was fake because reality is what you believe. But even though subjectivism is very logical my mind refuses to stop looking for the right answers, for the best ways, for the real thing, for the should-bes and I can't never be happy with ignorance. Ignorance is the opposite of happiness so if it's the only thing that can guarantee complete happiness then it's obviously not for me.
Joy )
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Edit to add important link: Bad Romance (or, YA & Rape Culture)



Like usual, it’s all [livejournal.com profile] astolat’s fault, the moment she wrote a fic about a show about a threeway relationship I was so done. But I have fortitude of will, I downloaded the show but I waited and now the time has come, they aired a new episode today (and I still have episodes 11 & 12 to go). And you know what? I don’t care about the fanfic, the show is awesome (it’s like Merlin, only I don’t just get Merlin watching Arthur and Arthur watching fondly back.

Neal positively gazes at Peter and the way he smiles when he sees him could light up a room, and then there’s Peter’s wife Elizabeth, who knows everything about Peter and thus everything about Neal because Peter was the agent who brought him in and had to be obsessive about him to do it.
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Have an hilarious not spoilerish scene between Neal (the “reformed” conman and his friend Moz, the non-reformed thief”)


 

NEAL: All right, Moz, I need a favor.

 

Break into her car.

 

MOZ: That's not so much a favor as a truly horrible idea.

 

It's 1:00 in the afternoon.

 

There's a reason most

crimes happen at night --

 




También vine para ponerles la canción de Sui Generis "Botas Locas" y a contarles cómo el cantante, Charlie Garcia, estaba destinado a un hospital militar y sacó a pasear un muerto en silla de ruedas. Cuando le preguntaron que hacía contesto "Me pareció que estaba muy pálido" y (según la leyenda!) lo mandaron para casa por estar como una cabra.
 



 

 

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Advertencia: el título no tiene nada que ver con la entrada.

Les conté lo cansada que estoy de la tendencia española a asumir que son autoridad en todo lo que es castellano? Ese derecho que creen tener a corregir a cualquiera que hable otro dialecto (tan válido como el suyo)? Y estoy hablando de gente culta y mucha gente a la que apreció. Parece ser algo que no pueden evitar, a pesar de que se disculpan a sí mismos por cualquier simplificación y pérdida de hipónimos porque “se habla así”.

En parte todo eso salé del tema inmigración, de momento nadie me corrigió por internet. Pero la gente que no emigro a ningún lado no debería andar juzgando como otros lo hacen y como lidian con la experiencia. Incluso la gente que lo hizo debería poder aceptar que hay diferentes formas de hacer las mismas cosas y que las circunstancias son multiples y no siempre visibles. Adaptarse no significa autoborrarse y diluirse. Se puede seguir siendo el otro (no queda otro remedio que seguir siendo el otro sin mentir) sin por eso rechazar al otro (a lo local). No puedo ver a España como algo propio, pero no se trata de un rechazo de lo español en general sino sencillamente de una reacción a algo externo. Hay muchas cosas interesantes, admirables (y horribles, obvio) en otras culturas pero no pueden dejar de estar en otras culturas y a menos que me gusten especialmente no suelo adoptarlas para mí uso personal (llevo un mes usando el verbo “molar” hasta gastarlo y años diciendo “joder” como interjección, aunque no está claro si es tan exclusivamente español como me decían). No entiendo que las dos opciones posibles sean: integrarse completamente o rechazo absoluto. Me tomó mucho tiempo encontrar un equilibrio y no se cansan de pedirme que lo arruine. Lo cual es una de las razones más obvias por las que no puedo quedarme. Estoy muy cansada de vivir traduciendo. Y aunque cuando me fui de Argentina era chica y no puedo hablar por el resto de latinoamerica, no es IGUAL en una situación inversa.

Si alguien leyó todo esa (justificada) mala onda por ahí sería justo contarles algo que estoy considerando: tomarme un año sabático en Londres. No sería muy "sabático" si por eso se entiende para decansar porque estaría trabajando a jornada completa pero...creo que es lo que voy a hacer el año que viene, me sugirió Almut que por ahí puedo terminar la carrera ahí también pero no creo que vaya a ser factible. La razón por la que se me ocurrió irme en primer lugar es que estoy un poco harta de la uni (la evaluación continua va a ser la próxima cosa que agregue a las camaras de tortura del infierno) así que tampoco tiene mucho sentido.

De momento estoy demasiado ocupada intentando aprobar algo este cuatrimestre y al mismo tiempo rogando que entre la estúpida beca porque necesitaba la plata AYER y mis alumnos rusos están todos en Rusia o quién sabe donde pero no acá y obvio que no voy a buscar un trabajo rompiendome el lomo para Navidad porque probablemente requiera esfuerzo físico (mis dolores de cabeza están mejor, es cierto, incluso cuando los tengo no son tan fuertes y son menos frecuentes pero el problema está lejos de estar solucionado y yo no quiero echar leña al fuego) y porque ya bastante me va a costar ponerme a estudiar (alguien debería haberme avisado que la literatura latinoamericana tenía temas comunes con la rusa y así habría sabido que ponerme a leer la más antigua que había era MUY MUY mala idea pero ahora tengo 6 libros y un trabajo de 15 páginas pendientes). Si la ironía de que la única matería para la que no tengo que estudiar (sólo escribir una disertación) es la única para la que tengo ganas de estudiar (Teoría feminista, obvio) no me mata entonces seguramente los dieciseis artículos de la-matería-más-dificil-de-otra-licenciatura(-porque-soy-idiota) que estoy haciendo como optativa lo va a hacer.
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I promised [Bad username or site: “ohh-anaranta” @ livejournal.com] I would so here I am writing a “status report”. Ok, since I got back from Manchester I have been really stressed, I don’t know why, really, I think the whole summer full of responsibilities got to me. In Manchester I was already burned out, kept forgetting stuff like, say, which day we were flying back. I think I might be a bit down too, possibly because after like two years of taking antidepressants (for the back pain, logically!) my body got used to it and now it misses them. I don’t know, tomorrow I’m seeing my GP, who should send me to a neurologist (where the back/head pain seems to originate, again, logically) who should give me more pills. Curiously enough this is the first time in years I’m not taking more than paracetamol every single day, and well, I’m not taking paracetamol that often, physically I don’t feel that bad (Last week I couldn’t sleep more than three hours straight but now my sleep cycle, as fucked up as it is, seems to be restored and I’m trying to wake up at the same time every day too) but I’m don’t feel very steady, emotionally. I kind of broke down the other day over a fanfic, but it was so fantastic and devastating that I’m not sure if it was unusual, I’m the best internalizer ever, give me half an hour of reading and I will develop allergies and lose speech without even noticing anything is amiss and no, really, is not me who’s stranded in a crisis. Nowadays I keep pulling away from that emotional intensity, like suddenly it’s too much, and maybe that’s because of something *I* should be feeling. I really really don’t know, beyond feeling moody and overwhelmed (quite normal when one doesn’t know which classes one’s taking and is basically addicted to routine) and annoyed. I need things to settle a bit before I can tell if there are any problems I can solve (Like, not the fact that I don't want to live with my parents anymore, even if today  in particular I don't to kill them).

Anyway, I hope you’re having a better time, I’m off to make dinner.
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Want to see something terrifying ,^^, well, here you have a book from about 50 years ago named On Becoming a Woman, who teaches girl that masturbation is evil, for starters, and ends somehow suggesting female circumcision(removing the clitoris) without getting on the fact that women do not enjoy sex for themselves but because they are happy to make men come… http://www.livejournal.com/users/blinkytreefrog/80660.html

On a more pleasant note, I passed all my subjects (by some miracle), which gives me a free week. Since I promised to help Cloi study Philosophy(and Carol, if she bothers to call) I need to prepare my notes, which I would need for the PAU exams anyway.
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Well, It seems for some reason internet is working again(they suddenly decided to believe my father about the technician not ever coming and uncharged us for it), of course, it was AFTER I had contracted another server...

I watched "Roma" and "Diarios de una motocicleta", liked the first in general but not for Adolfo Aristarain( is what they say, when you do something great is difficult to supperate)and the ending was...too open, too shallow, too misdirected...But I will recommend it, if you like that kind of movie, it has great moments. The second movie...well, I THOUGHT it was about the cuban revolution and it turned out to be an apology to Ernesto Che Guevara( Found out my sister Mijal had not idea what he had done or even he wasnt actually named Che) which a socialist might have liked but me, who are exceptionally mature or insensible, found kind of idiotic...good feelings are all well and good, but they DO NOT MADE A PLOT, it was all very vague and there were no messages beyond "let`s be good and communist"

In the good side, Roma`s main character was Diego Botto, who`s hot(except when he is crying) and acts reasonably well. And as the Che Guevara there was that cute guy from "Y tu mamá también", the one with darker hair I was drooling about during all that movie(which I absolutely loved for a lot of other reasons too), the curious think is he is mexican and I find it kind of stupid him to act as the CHE Guevara who must have had a very marked argentinian accents as to be identified for the vocative "che"...

I made and icon ^^, before someone asks(which probably nobody will do), this are my houses and it`s supposed to be a positive relationship, the fact that eagles and snakes are usually enemies(Nobody has written an essay about this in HP fandom yet) is completely irrelevant.
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Also, this book-end, there`s a contest in my school, and I thought, what the fuck, this isnt the one I`m going to present, however, just a draft that looked good enough to be cut out and delined.Read more... )
I`m totally horrorified at this: www.bonsaikitten.com I received a mail to complain and *actually* put my name on it. It`s really awful and the form they speak about it is...repugnant, it left me revolted.

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