My real identity (?), Or names under which the activities carried out was never a big secret or a mystery to unravel (as a goose at one time believed, and after discovering the powder being amazed at how little recognition he received when he thought Sherlock Holmes), in the same way that they have not been dozens of pseudonyms that meet not a function of concealment but differentiation. Someone not very bright he came forward the previous post to a collective list is not signed under the word "Bob", but directly under the name under which work in a newspaper, in addition to clarifying the position and adding thereto the names of people working with me and essentially giving every impression that the text had been published by such means, under that name, and even with the cooperation of the others mentioned.
I have never been lower since determining factor in what I write in that medium, that is perfectly could have published the post on the same have seemed interesting enough (it was not the case) or to find a format that would justify a newspaper edited in a very long and subjective musings . But one thing is one thing and another to another, as well as items not taken by fictional news stories by journalists, nor should be taken as formal journalism writing a blog under the nick name of a labrador retriever. Is it so hard to understand? Ever heard about the term context? ***
not appear to have convinced anyone not my position Nick Cave about , is it so difficult to understand that you can respect an artist, even though one does not like his art? Or that we like some aspects of the partially and not fully? Or a statement acknowledging someone smart is not the light that illuminates our path?
Anyway, I passed a curious thing: a few days after writing the post I heard the theme for the release of Cave's latest album, Dig Lazarus Dig ! , I saw one of his videos and I ended up getting off the disc. And yet it becomes one of my idols (the Lie Down in the Light of Bonnie Prince Billy got me simultaneously I think it contains, even as a disk light, more poetry authentic artistic pathos Cave anything), I have to say this with great and unconcealed Cave tickets at the front, dressed pimp in Las Vegas, anachronistic mustache and wanders spouting nonsense texts strongly rhythmic structures, the Cave, I like it more and it seems more credible than the tragic gothic skeleton Your Funeral ... My Trial . This seems to me able to laugh at himself, something essential if you want to be a serious artist. ***
By chance I saw Intrusion the other day (do not open your umbrella to me the disgust highbrow, the truth is that working hours could not see Intrusion even if I wanted), and I find the increasingly repulsive interviewing Jorge Rial Carolina Baldini, wife or former wife Diego Simeone, who is enjoying his Warholian minutes participating in Dancing with the Stars . As is known Rial is a fan of River Plate and often uses his omnipotence and impunity of speech to insult your program, supposedly for celebrity gossip entertainment but often political platform or various types of extortion and pressure-discursive, so at some time chatting with Baldini was diverted to her partner or former partner, current coach of box Nuñez.
The dialogue that happened was in some ways much more illustrative of the hypertrophy of the feelings related to football and the level of everyday insanity that has reached anything I've written in previous post. Baldini, a woman somewhat androgynous and somewhat strange, reporting was much better, more intelligent and charismatic than we are accustomed participants of Dancing with the Stars -including, of course, to "our" and Eunice Castro Uruguayan their dedicated work and dedicated professional- to answer the questions irrelevant and unnecessary Rial with remarkable common sense. But at one point Rial-clear that the "Cholo" Simeone barbarian fell all subservience to that used when it suits, "he berated the fact that one day after suffering a thunderous River, and its concept of" humiliating " , loss to San Lorenzo, Simeone had appeared in a photograph in a publication, smiling with his family after receiving an award. Baldini
Simeone explained that he had been very unhappy with the defeat but had been awarded that prize on that day and well, was sitting in front of the camera, glad to be won and with his and she smiled. But Rial not admitted and explained, " but I as a fan, who was re-heated, I ask that if you lost and do not venture out smiling because ..." and calmly Baldini said something like " but that's your problem, you can not differentiate things. " And the funny thing is that Simeone and his family, as any coach and his environment and passing through the throes of a remarkable track and "humiliating", he had real reasons, professional imaging and direct involvement, to be angry or depressed that day, Rial while more than a little frustrating at times, nothing affected or diverted from their daily routine denigration of human beings. But he was , the less ethical person who has been compared to a camera lens, which judged the attitude and mood of a man who had committed the sin of appearing in a smiling photo with her family. Rial, a man who may not be able to dodge a mannequin on a soccer field and whose abject work has absolutely nothing to do with football, you can try publicly to a player that I have seen at least make a heroic goal against Paraguay in the qualifying rounds of 94.
Not that Simeone, who really give a fuck and I have not got particularly sympathetic, is for me an untouchable, the issue is what built around football dementia can be considered normal, which can reproach and who are authorized to do so on the basis of a word, as the pass absurd crime of passion, seems to justify all in the name of sense do not want: swells. Something like that skinny model wisely said, is your problem. And above all, a problem .
Many remembered the advertising fan these days, an announcement of a gas is presented as a likeable asshole freak who sings like in situations that do not require singing. Another, more dangerous, claims the heart of a fan of a fat (do not fat people are so funny?) to go to play casino, where you can win tickets for Uruguay in the qualifiers and where dangerous defects are healthy because they give money to the IMM . Never saw anyone consider this emotional overdrive in relation to economic enterprises as a possible disease, or at least something that alert.
Anyway, maybe this report as clear and exemplary about the amount of stupidity, bad faith and criminal manipulation that may be behind the noble sport of baseball. If these things are clear: if one can distinguish between short and emotions related to transitive contemplation of a sporting event vector real emotional around us, if you can appreciate the exaggeration, the cooptation of sports discourse spaces and their use has reached as anesthesia mass perverse, if you give the right measure and place and that place is not to throw out thoughts and feelings less intense but more important, if that's unclear, I have absolutely nothing against the enjoyment of a football match and I can be one of those next to you, or on the platform in front exchanging taunts you. But that involves being able to differentiate similar to enjoy a kung-fu movie without having to shit your girlfriend after seeing her kicking. If you can not set those differences you have an illness and is contagious and dangerous, and your problem, do not do mine.
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