100-words hell

Un comentario sobre la Eurocopa me ha hecho recordar el Kremlin, que ha hecho desfilar delante de mi a una serie de enfermos y moribundos bien abrigados saludando en la plaza roja, lo que me ha hecho recordar el zapato de Nikita (la persona real, no la de verdad), que me ha dejado pensando quién iba a enterrar a quién (a esta hora no estoy muy fino, al final es el mismo individuo), que me ha traído a la cabeza imágenes de Fail-Safe y Dr. Strangelove (aunque en ninguna se ve al premier soviético directamente)…

Y con tanto ruso y tanta guerra fría, lo siguiente ha sido Sting. Como youtube tiene de todo, pero parece que del citado zapatazo nada en movimiento, me conformaré con él. La letra es todo un recorrido de los tópicos y momentos históricos, pero… a ver si se os ocurren algunos que no aparezcan. No vale cualquier cosa, esforzaos un pelín buscando cosas dignas de la canción. MAD no, que me la pido yo

Casi, casi, un perfecto 100-word resumen de la guerra fría (aunque sean 187, y no haya estribillo que quitar).

In Europe and America, there’s a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer’s deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There’s no such thing as a winnable war
It’s a lie that we don’t believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if the Russians love their children too

El domingo volví a ver El Ansia. Después recordé la propuesta de los resúmenes de 100 palabras, pero a la hora que era, diez habrían sido ya todo un desafío para mi. Vamos, que lo dejé correr.

El destino se ha vengado haciendome leer hoy esto en IO9. No son 100 palabras, sino algunas menos, pero es una de las lecturas posibles de la obra. Yo confío en que haya otras, pero cuando más leo esta menos se me ocurren.

Although The Hunger is a vampire movie (where Susan Sarandon has sex with Catherine Deneuve, to the collective happiness of people the world over), the flick treats vampirism scientifically — it turns out that this condition (which is transmitted during sex, though maybe it doesn’t have to be, but who cares because of the aforementioned hot lesbian sex) involves sciencey things like blood cells and ancient Egyptians.

Bela Lugosi (no)muerto, felicidad colectiva en forma de divas encamadas, y el Bowie menos glamouroso de la historia reciente (digamos doscientos años). Me encanta ^_^

Bauhaus, Bela Lugosi’s dead
White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi’s dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi’s dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time’s dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi’s dead
Undead undead undead

De cuando lo gótico no tenía que ver mucho (tanto) con nórdicos enormes y nórdicas estupendas cantando cosas líricas. Ni con catedrales, que os veo venir.

War is hell, but it can be a job —a strange job in which one voluntarily (these days) exposes oneself to the risk of physical and psychiatric injury. Our generation think we discovered post-traumatic stress disorder, but it is neither new, nor the commonest, mental health problem in the UK Armed Forces. That ‘honour’ goes to depression and alcohol. Are these always the result of going to war? No, things are rarely that simple. Can we treat them? Sometimes —but what makes people good soldiers makes them bad patients. Can we prevent them? Possibly —but only if we don’t send people to war. 

War psychiatry, a serious and complex matter I’m interested in (military history is not just dates and microdetail trivia ), resumed in 100 words.I need to work on being more clear and concise. Language is another of my pet interests, so perhaps it’s time I give it a deeper thought. Should I start with “Trail of Cthulhu in 100 words”?(seen in Mind Hacks).