evalangui: (books)

Just watched Tangled, which for some reason I always think of as Tangled Up, the Disney retelling of the last fairytale I ever discovered, Rapunzel (I was 12 and I got so excited!). For some other reason, there were LOTS more songs that really necessary, like, a crazy amount. I blame High school musical.xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /

Did you know that a twelve year old girl was the most sought out painter of her age? Angelica Kauffman was an all around prodigy, painting was her specialty but she was also fluent in several languages at a young age and could sing beautifully. I really want to read a novelization of her life, I’m sure the woman who was one of the founders of the Royal Academy must have been notable in many other ways in her personal life. I also really want to stop reading Robinson Crusoe, seems there's nothing like having assigned reading to inspire me to read novels again...

Made vegetable soup again, it's delicious and i'm freezing some portions for later. I have had to eat it with spaghetti I blended because i can't find soup pasta that below 1 pound, while the spaghetti are 18 pence the 500 grams.

Omg. Castle 4x02! How awesome was that? *spoilers* The female rescuer! The paralellels with Becket were a bit heavy handed, how come officer Ann look so much hotter on the initial scene, though?

"The Marriage Plot" by Jeffrey Eugenides is out! Man, I'm really excited to read about an English lit major by an author I love. But I feel I really need to finish reading Austen first. It's like, I read P&P twice and I loved it both times and Austen's only written 6 novels, and I'm an English literature major now, I seriously need to get to it. Northanger Abbey is part of one of the subjects I'm taking so I guess I'll start with that... Edit: Began already, listening since the university library decided to be a bitch and make a fuss about me not having entered a local address, so if I start to sound old fashioned you know why. 

Cuando era chiquita pensaba que teñirse el pelo era una estupidez y decía que nunca lo iba a hacer. Claro, no mucho después resultó que una se podía teñir el pelo con papel crepe, había de todos los colores! (Me remito an incidente del unicornio alado multicolor. Para mí multicolor era indecisión, no variedad. Significaba que no tenías que renunciar a nada, que es como interpreto hoy Queer.) ¡Era irresistible! Aunque debería haberme conformado con el rojo y el azul y no probado el verde, Mijal y yo parecíamos pequeñas Claras Clarividentes de La Casa de Los Espiritus. Mi mamá no nos quería dejar salir pero yo insistí en que, qué tenía el pelo verde? A pesar de que quedaba horrible. Bueno, cuestión, hace rato que tengo ganas de tener pelo violeta (en mis biografías seguro que esta étapa de mi vida se llama "la étapa violeta") pero la única tintura no permanente que encontré fue rojo cobre. I quite like it, myself but I keep forgetting about it and then getting distracted by my own reflection or a wisp of hair in my face.

De Glasgow 2011
Isa's got a new camera that allows to focus on a particular colour to make it stand out, it decided that my eyes weren't green or blue or any recognizible colour so my super cat-eyed pic was out of the question. The red in my hair caught quite wonderfully, though.

Eating curly fries and remembering that time Verena got them a steak house in London and I basically stole lots of them. Supermarket bought ones are about a tenth as good, maybe it's the fact that they are oven made instead of fried.




evalangui: (reality is overrated)

In England I feel like I'm in a book, or a movie. Because English is the language of fiction for me it also is the language in which I can reinvent myself just thinking and speaking it. And here, reality nods along and assures me that "of course it's real. It's not only in your head." It's like getting to go Hogwarts.

Creo firmemente que uno nunca puede deshacerse del todo de las enseñanzas más básicas de su cultura, no a nivel visceral. Y como buena hija de mi madre no quería anunciar nada oficialmente, por cábalah, hasta que fuera irreversible. Así que aunque ya no es novedad para casi nadie: estoy de nuevo en Londres! 

Está vez la familía es una mujer y su hija de ocho años. La mujer trabaja en una cosa estilo Wall Street, más detalles no tengo, eso que ya charlé con ella más de lo que hablé con Martin en todo el año. La nena es un sol, me saluda, me pidé que juegué con ella, me cuenta cosas, me lee fragmentos de sus libros, me corrigé cosas pero bueno onda ("normalmente lo hacemos azá pero así también está bien"). Re-simpáticas las dos, en resumen. La casa es preciosa, no sé bien cómo contar los pisos y entrepisos pero mínimo hay tres. Mi habitación incluye un baño (sin ducha pero bue) y una cama doble, aunque la cama es el 85% de la habitación. Igual si sacó la tele que hay en la cajonera (last year I didn't turn the tv on once) voy a tener más lugar para desperdigar mis cosas (I'll make a video next week).

La casa está en Chelsea, que es el centro de Londres (oficialmente!) y está cerca de todo. Planeo caminar (y patinar) mucho. Uno de los lugares de los que queda cerca es Hyde Park (1 hora caminando tranqui, como 10 minutos en colectivo) así que calculó que hasta que empiece la universidad me voy a pasar bastante tiempo ahí con el grupo de patinadores habitual :) Hoy fui y me sentí re de pelicula. Y es que vivo en el set de "Un lugar llamado Nothing Hill" y es difícil no sentirlo medio irreal. I'm so excited to be back! Sólo trabajo de lunes a jueves así que mañana empieza mi fin de semana,

Las vacaciones al principio estuvieron un poco complicadas, una se acostumbra a vivir como una adulta y con respeto y esas cosas absurdas y después vuelve a casa y es un shock. Pero después de la primera semana ya me adapté, aunque hasta que conseguí trabajo muy contenta no estaba, el 24 se cumplió un mes exacto así que me quedé 34 días, que para vacaciones es una guasada. Tendré que hablar con Alexandra a ver que piensa hacer ella en navidad pero me da que voy a tener más ganas de ir a Lille a ver a Irati que de volver a Barcelona. Además como que les toca a ellos visitar! Mi abuelo va a venir para Europa en Noviembre y tendrá que venirse a Londres a verme, así que aunque sea les podrían pagar el viaje a las nenas y que las traiga él.

Pasando a cosas más ficticias, aunque también relacionadas con Londres: Vieron el nuevo Sherlock Holmes de la BBC? Because it's made of awesome. Es una versión moderna así que Sherlock tiene celular, manda sms y obviamente es medio hacker. Ah, sí, y Sherlock es o gay o asexual (ni el fandom ni yo nos decidimos y él lo único que dice es "Women aren't my thing" and "I consider myself married to my job."), que tampoco molesta, no? :p  

Siguiendo la pista del actor principal, Benedict Cumberbatch, llegué a otra obra magnífica: Hawking, sobre la juventud de Stephen Hawking, incluyendo su diagnostico y sus primeros grandes descubrimientos: BRI LLI ANT.

Quick Merlin rec: The Student Prince by FayJay(Pandarus). If you're into Merlin and have read "Drastically Redefining Protocol" this is a story on the same line, modern AU where Arthur is the Prince of Wales and Merlin has magic and they somehow meet and fall in love, which causes quite a stirr with the public. In DRP Merlin is a medicine student finishing up his practices, in TSP they (and more than half the cast) are at universtiy together, where they are roomates. I absolutely adore coming out stories, especially the coming out of a public figure that basically lives off their role as role model, the whole: do they owe their people the truth? Do they owe it to themselves? Angsty and delicious.

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Hoy Argentina legalizo el matrimonio gay, aparentemente incluso Cristina estaba a favor (nunca la había escuchado hablar antes porque lo que me llegaba de segunda mano era bastante embarazoso pero no sé, el discurso un poco por las ramas pero bien.). Also, like, awesome famous people. 10º país en el mundo no está nada mal. I'm like, so proud!

El otro día justo estabamos hablando con Verena (que por mótivos que no tengo claros asistió a una Marcha del Orgullo en Alemania) y hoy estaba viendo en Física o Química a la nueva profesora conservadora argumentar en contra de llamarlo "matrimonio" (su argumento era un desastre, mater > matrimonio, entonces si no va a haber reproducción no cuenta. Lo cual, parejas que no quieren tener hijos? Parejas esteriles? Parejas gay que tienen hijos?). El tema de para qué el Orgullo Gay si un@ vive orgullos@ cada día es que a vecés hace falta una estructura de soporte, que gente más tradicional encuentra en la opinión generalizada de que hace lo correcto y gente que sigue caminos más alternativos no tiene, sin entrar en la necesidad de crear visibilidad por el tema de que lo desconocido siempre produce miedo. Les juro que me muero de ganas de tener una conversación con esa mina, una pena su estado ficticio y todo :p

Sorry por la reflexión innecesaria pero me dolía la cabeza y en la ducha sólo se puede pensar!

evalangui: (books)
El 20 Sharon cumplió 13 y como no pude estar le mandé un dibujo y un poema (y una pluma pero nadie la mencionó porque el poema desencadenó rios de lagrimas). Mi vieja insistió en que tenía que publicarlo, a pesar de que la verdad no me parece que tenga sentido si no sos parte de mi familia, y después Verena lo quería leer y yo lo quería presumir así que lo tradujé, estoy muy descontenta con la traducción porque es una traducción de un poema que escribí yo. En fin, el retrato ya lo vieron pero como recordatorio.



Nadie sonríe como vos... )

-----------------English version )
evalangui: (books)
I went to meet Sarah Rees Brennan at Foyles today, she was charming but not exactly what I expected. She seems smoother through writing, in person she actually speed-talks, flails a bit and mutters half her sentences under her breath in a way that I find utterly familiar and half amusing, half embarrassing because *I* don't look charming when I do it. She was nice but I was kinda tired (from sleeping coz my body is fucked up like that, more than 8-9 hours sleep and I'm like death warmed over) and I couldn't manage to say anything intelligent (she didn't seem to need help filling the silence either XD). So anyway, I have a secret to share, gift backs from books parties? Are not full of books! This one had 1 book (for representation's sake?), 1 pot of candy floss, 1 caramelised apple, 1 giant lollipop, 6 pins, assorted papery thngs like bookmarks. So if you thought going to a birthday party was unhealthy, check again!


Besides that I'm just posting to show you how artistic I have been lately.

arts (mostly portraits) )

*...but what is this "life" that keeps on cropping up so mysteriously in books about fiction? Why is it absent in a pattern and present at a tea party? Why, if we get a keen and genuine pleasure from the pattern in the Golden Bowl, is it less valuable than the emotion which Trollope gives us when he describes a lady drinking tea in a parsonage? Surely the definition of life is too arbitrary and needs to be expanded? Why, again, should the final test of plot character story and the other ingredients of a novel lie in their power to imitate life? Why should a real chair be better than an imaginary elephant? - Virginia Woolf ("Is fiction art?", 1927)
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I. I totally forgot to tell you about the Myers-Briggs meetup! The meeting I co-organized on the 6th and that I was so excited about I forgot my home keys (Verena decided to come to the meeting so I got home around midnight >.<). So I met the organizer, Marianne, and she turned out to be a really cool ENFP and know a LOT about Myers-Briggs, apparently most people go by the ST/SF division (So Guardians and Artisans are all mixed up, not like Keirsey). There were some very revealing moments, like when we all sat down and Marianne and this other guy who was also an ENFP were so obviously louder than everybody else so you could immediately tell they were Es. We also did two exercises, one where Is and Es were asked to draw their ideal weekend and Is drew computers and books and bikes and OBJECTS and Es had people all over. And then we did F versus T, at which point we were told to define conflict. Fs are apparently profoundly uncomfortable with it so that’s what they mention after they shuffle around for a bit not wanting to talk about it either. For me the T explanations were just objective definitions and the F ones seemed like reactions to the reality of conflict (I’m so much of a T it hurts). Loads of people offered to organize the next meetup, which I suggested be in 15 days instead of a month, and I’m super excited about the whole thing. Today I talked to Jaguit about it and we concluded that Mijal (ESFP) starts fights even though it upsets her because she's a masochist, considering the rest of her self-destructive behavior this seems seems to fit. I'm trying to reconcile hers and Sharon (ESFJ) because if you really want to divide the types in this other way where F is more important than P or J then it's them who are the same type, not Sharon and my dad. *needs to read more books about it*

Terabithia, Cambridge, Glee, Castle, Supernatural, Argentinos (no necesariamente en ese orden) )

evalangui: (perversion no es lo que tengo)
x. Oh. Oh. I have something to tell you! It's even something that really happened! I got Katniss today, I'm still figuring her I got internet working on her, which turned out to be trickier than expected for WiFi. Of course she doesn't have a line since I got th Iphone for that, in September I'll get her a SIM, for now I'm going to enjoy her in all her mini-computer glory (and maybe buy ruby red nail polish <.<)

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x.x. Supernatural (518) yesterday was so freaking awesome. There are reasons we all forgive this show the mysoginistic bullshit. Like this (spoilers ahead):
Read more... )

x.x.x. I haven't been ice-skating this week, through no fault of my own (I spent the whole day with the children both Monday and Wednesday, not to mention Tuesday and there was no way to get there on time.), but I feel kinda guilty, anyway. Especially because I really really can't decide what I want to next September beyond going to university. An English degree in England is next to useless (especially for a non-native speaker), creative writing is even worse off, do i need to say anything abot comparative literature? Thanks to Irati I know that studying translation is very boring, doing translations is also very frustrating because even between relatively close languages it's never quite right. I can do it better than other people who are apparently professionals and paid to do it (i.e. Spanish translation of Harry Potter) but nobody seems to care very much about getting it exactly right and I'm naturally inclined to obsessed about that. Mostly I just don't enjoy doing something at which you can never be perfect. Oh, god, why can't I like useful rational things like IT?

 




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001. El otro día en clase de arte vinó una modelo a posar (desnuda, sí). so there was a model in art class and it was amazing. it's like, I was drawing her and thinking about "the curve of your hips rewrites history" (as in Shakespeare). I couldn't see her lips very well, seeing as I need new glasses again and also, she was naked so there were things that were more attention calling (I mean hips and shoulders, btw) but, anyway, she wasn't hollywood hot just like a normal woman but when you start looking closely it's like every detail becomes more incredible and it's like: wow, the human body is awesome! And the wholeness of it all kind of makes up for any defects, like you can finally see the underlying logic to it all, how it all fits together and it's beautiful.

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Ricky Martin reconoció que es gay, un pasito para adelante, indeed! Ahora lo que yo quiero es que saqué canciones de amor dedicadas a un tipo, onda, Ricky Martin sólo escribe canciones de amor/sexo, no?

0000100. Glee is back on the 14th! Today I re-watched episode 13 with Erin & Rees, they are both now avid fans, as it should be. Other people I'm actually related to are doing less well in this respect but at least they are caught up with Merlin now (oh, the all-over-the-place season 2! I haven't found fanfic that can fix it yet. No, really I haven't)

00000.1000. Calliope tuvó un aneurisma y se despertó creyendo que era 2007, así que decidí por fin comprarme otro celular, todavía estoy investigando (porque Cal se despertó, que si no...) pero parece perfecta :)


002. Mi hermanita es una slasher III: 

JAGUIT,11, (tras leer la contraportada de “Crepúsculo”/"Twilight"): Vampiros gay! 

JOHANNA: Jaguit, este…dice “sólo sé que es un vampiro, que quiero beber su sangre y que estoy ENAMORADA de él” 

JAGUIT: Ah, hubiera sido mucho mejor si hubiera sido gay.


Nota aclaratoria:  Esto fue antes de las peliculas (o leer el libro, cosa que sólo hizo Mijal aunque el hecho de que el libro estuviera en casa como broma es mi responsabilidad y la acepto!) así que no sabíamos que el protagonista vampirico estaba naturalmente cubierto en purpurina. Por ahí era una metáfora sobre... No, creo que no es una metáfora.


Y 003.

 JOHANNA(22): Ayer le dije a la verdulera que eramos judios y pensé que mamá me mataba...
 DIANA: Viste la cara que pusieron las minas?
 JOHANNA: Pff! Nada que ver!
 MIJAL: Uy, yo sé lo conté a una dependienta, ahora nos van a poner bombas los de ETA! Bueno...o quien sea que nos ponga bombas a nosotros...


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Today’s been the day for thoughtfulness about freedom of speech, first a librarian wrote a wonderfully reasoned but very PC letter to a customer who wanted to ban a picture book about a gay weeding, then Jazzypom wrote a post about the unspoken fandom prohibition on criticism since it’s a "safe space to have fun in" and "real life is hard enough", that leads to fandom being quite a hard and unsafe place to be for people who do not agree with the majority and feel not only hurt by others’ art, fiction and attitudes but are, furthermore (and not like in real life), not allowed to express that discomfort and disagreement freely without being labeled as "spoilsports". This led me to look something up and it turns out that it is actually a human right (Besides free speaking and free thinking)"to peacefully protest (speak against) a government or group".

Fandom can't simply "suspend" something like that in a real space (the internet is opposed to "real life" because it's virtual, not because it's not real, as in, doesn't exist). The right of protest or any human right can be suspended in a piece of fiction, sure, but fandom is not fictional.

If somebody wants a fictional space in the internet, a bit like a RPG, where criticism of any kind isn't valid then they can create it but the assumption that fandom in general is such a space is absurd. If something differs from the norm then you have to let people know about it, and in a community there should be agreement about it and there’s been so many bouts of disagreement about this, not just about things like Racefail but individual fans like [livejournal.com profile] furiosity and [livejournal.com profile] outlangi who wanted to be able to criticize fanfiction on the grounds original fiction can be criticized without being thought to be attacking anybody (and always offering the chance to the author to say they wanted to be in a fictional space without criticism).

And in this fictional space, where the normal RL rules don't apply there should be some kind of proper warning like "we don't accept any kind of criticism" or even "squee only", that's to say, non-charged language like "hate" but an unequivocal statement of intentions. That said, most of the time I feel like constricted by this implicit rule of "no criticism in fandom" and don't bother. And sometimes when I bother, because maybe it's a critical post I'm against, the fact that fandom doesn't have a widespread habit of criticism often makes it seem as if the critic is attacking (in the middle of all the fluff and squee any disagreement can seem harsh).

That said, and going back to the warnings debacle, I don't think anybody has to think about what others will feel when they read/see their art if they don't want to, I do but that is also a choice, proper warnings and all that are very nice but they are not a must. What is a must, for me, is freedom. I have often flinched and more while reading fic or fandom posts but I know someone wrote those things because they are meaningful and enjoyable to them and it's fine, and I, in turn, should be able to tell them "you should use a spellchecker" or "I don't think this character would ever do that", neither their writing nor my writing is in itself an attack and shouldn’t be interpreted as so as long as they are reasonably and politely worded and their intent is clear.

Nobody has to be careful of what they say because it might be hurtful, they probably should try to but it’s not an obligation. What is it’s to give others the same right to speak freely, even if it hurts you.
evalangui: (books)
It has been brought to my attention that I never posted a conclusion to the Buenos Aires trip (Thanks, Ana) and now, in English because I’m Manchester and Laila has always felt too special to read my journal anyway, I will try.

Buenos Aires was everything I expected, and not

Everything I remembered, but not

My old house was bigger, my old neighbourhood more decaying

My grandparents were older, more themselves and for the first time clearly at risk of being no more

My cousins were strangers whose faces sometimes did not even fit and who could not trust me

but who, sometimes, did TRY to trust me and recover what had been lost and what had never been

Buenos Aires wanted to make me hers but I didn’t quite (fit), not any longer fourteen, or so Jewish, or so purely Bonaerense, or so innocent as to believe her perfect

Buenos Aires feels like someone I once fell in love with, someone who believes that, deep down, I never stop loving her

And there were the people I most mourned leaving behind (Lai, Eli) and some people I could not really remember why I liked but I ended up liking even more (Yami, Tami) and new people I would like to get to know some more (Cari, Rodrigo).

It was worth it, Ana, it was also stressful and painful at times, but it was SO worth it.

Also, somehow or other I acquired many things I love: clothes, make up (hey, it was free!), books, jewels (my bobe, but at least I got to change the 15-nail-sized hearts for a regular silver chain) and, of course, sweets aplenty. *shows pictures*


Fotos & más detalles )
My paternal grandmother, Blanca, has been slowly getting worse, health-wise, she's almost ninety now and she's always dotted on me but we have never been close, being too different age and personality wise (she's such a peacemaker). I do love her, with the love of distant things, but I have always expected to lose her and I feel more affected by others pain than by my own, to the point I don't know if my own does exist at all. I remember a friend telling me she felt guilty for not feeling badly about a similar situation but I refuse to, blood is no thicker than water and although my grandmother has always been nice to me we never quite managed to connect. I'm glad she got to see us one last time more than I'm glad I got to see her. Now again,I have never been any good at being sad and even before she started feeling especially badly physically speaking there was nothing very happy about her at all. And still, if I think about it, she is my favourite grandparent.

Cousin ranking has also changed radically: Miranda and Rodrigo are at the top, where Rocio used to be. I didn’t get to talk much to some of them, time limits, etc. But, you know, as far as I can tell :p

This post is all over the place, I am a bit myself, it might not seem to fit me but I'm quite fond of the reliability of routine and this summer has been fun but hard.

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