Real Genius Theory

Dice Patrick Cassels en su blog 10 year old movies:

Most fascinating, though, a decade has also proven Down to You to be another example of the “Real Genius Theory” of teen movie’s fickle stardom, which states that a given actor in a teen comedy playing the crazy friend (X), given a few years’ time (T), will prove infinitely more successful than the film’s actual star (Y). The lead of Real Genius was technically Gabriel Jarret, but it was his wild and unpredictable roommate Val Kilmer who would go on to fly jets with Tom Cruise.

Similarly, the stars of Down to You are technically Julia Styles are and Freddie Prinze Jr., but 10 years later their crazy friends Rosario Dawson and Ashton Kutcher are the ones starring in Sin City and fucking Demi Moore while Prinze Jr. fans wonder if the six aired episodes ABC’s Freddie will be released on DVD. Thus proving, once again, (XT) > Y, just like Wiley Wiggins vs. Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused, Ethan Embry vs. Seth Green in Can’t Hardly Wait, and Jeremy London vs. Jason Lee in Mallrats did.

A rare exception to this rule is Risky Business. And to be honest I’ve always considered Curtis Hanson and Bronson Pinchot to be more famous than Tom Cruise.

I think we're just going to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that.

Como dijeron dos hombres que admiro.

"El futuro es nuestro, por prepotencia de trabajo. [...] Y que los eunucos bufen".

Saul Rosenbear.

Jenna: What, you never pretended to be a bride when you were a little girl?
Liz: I did, I just never romanticized it.
(flashback to young Liz holding two teddy bears)
Young Liz: This is my husband, Saul Rosenbear, and this is his son Richard, from a previous marriage.
(flash forward to present day)
Liz: And then he cheated on me, with a lamb.

Rayada.

Come l'acqua sei fresca.

Forse mi ricordi i limoni delle isole,

quelli che non si trovano al supermercato.

La terra è rossa

proprio lì dove

trovo il tuo sapore

e mi perdo

mi perdo nel vapore

del tuo singhiozzo.

Tu sai come farmi sorridere,

tu sai

come farmi sorridere,

tu sai.

Tu sai che sei riuscita a cambiare un'Africa in un'Islanda,

sei riuscita a portare l'Asia in un salotto del Bergamasco,

sei riuscita ad annusare

quello che nessun'altra ha potuto annusare.

Indescribably monotonous and unrenewed.

En una com-rom muy piola, una chica cita a Rilke:

It is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope.

High Fidelity.

"What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"

Turutururuu, I'm no superman.

Elliot: What's wrong?

Carla: It's personal.

Elliot: Why won't you ever open up to me? I came to you when I thought I had a broken tailbone and it was just a really bad pimple!

Carla: It's a sex thing, okay?

Elliot: You mean like a gender issue or like intercourse? Because I'm book-smart on both!

Fonética, la rama sexy de la gramática.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Proletaria de la feminidad.

Gracias a Gilda que acostumbro hojear dos veces las revistas, sea cual sea su soporte material, porque si no me hubiera perdido esto que estaba en el medio de la última Cosmo Lit:

Seguramente yo no escribiría lo que escribo si fuera guapa, tan guapa como para cambiar la actitud de todos los hombres con los que me cruzo.

Yo hablo como proletaria de la feminidad: desde aquí hablé hasta ahora y desde aquí vuelvo a empezar hoy.

Virginie Despentes, Teoría King Kong, Ed. Melusina

Seasonal.

No pasé durmiendo el invierno

para que el verano sea así,

para pasar la primavera sin amor...

Franny Glass

Sigo bancando a Arctic Monkeys.

"The Fire And The Thud"

You showed me my tomorrow

Beside a box of matches

A welcome threatening stir

My hopes of being stolen

Might just ring true

Depends who you prefer

If it's true you're gonna run away

Tell me where

I'll meet you there

Am I snapping the excitement,

If I pack away the laughter

And tell you how it feels

And does burden come to meet ya

If I've questions of the feature

that rolls on your dream reel

The day after you stole my heart,

Everything I touched told me

It would be better shared with you

And you're hiding in my soup

And the book reveals your face

And there's a splashing in my eyelids

The concentration continually breaks

I did request the mark you cast

Didn't heal as fast

I hear your voice in silences

Will the teasing of the fire

be followed by the thud?

And the jostling crowd

You're not allowed

to tell the truth

And the photo booth's a liar

And the sharpened explanations

But there's no screaming reason to enquire

I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes

With things they'd never see if it smacks them in their temples

Lopre.

Yo, con cada nuevo entrevero con mi realidad, me englutía unos centímetros más en el pantano de mis preguntas. Porque no sólo queríamos cambiar las relaciones de producción, ¿no es cierto?, la apropiación privada de los medios de producción y las relaciones sociales de producción; no; no así, como hecho económico puro. ¡Oh! ¡Sí!, era prioritario, necesario. Pero habíamos dicho que queríamos cambiar las relaciones sociales, las relaciones humanas, por fin el hombre con sus capacidades desplegadas como sábana flameando al viento; fue la revolución cubana y había sido la china que se siguió encabritando como revolución cultural. Y, después de todo, ¿qué nos había sacudido a nosotros, los jóvenes intelectuales de Buenos Aires, ni propietarios ni desposeídos, salvo de la posibilidad general y equitativa de hacer cultura paga? Un buen pedazo de nuestros móviles era un pedazo ético, un pedazo romántico, una intención humanista, hasta que se inventó la expresión de "el hombre nuevo".

Graciela Lo Prete, Memorias de una presa política,

Buenos Aires, Norma, 2006. pp. 230-231.

The Donnas, otra banda que me gustaba más cuando apenas sabían tocar sus instrumentos.

See that boy he looks so fine
But he's got a girlfriend, my oh my

Go, go, go!

I'm gonna hit her in the head
I'm gonna knock her down
I'm gonna drag her by the hair all over town
I'm gonna get get get get rid of that girl
I'm gonna get get get get rid of that girl
I'm gonna get get get get rid of that girl tonight

Autodiagnosticarse por interné.

Ya sé lo que me pasa: tengo reader's block. Según Urban Dictionary: Related to writer's block, this is when you cannot, for the life of you, pick up a book and read it. Sure, you may be able to read a paragraph or two, or maybe even a page, but you don't retain anything of what you just read or have the attention span and/or will to go on. This is common for those who have ADD, are in possession of garbage literature, or are just so exhausted from having to read so many books during school/college that reading anything else, even for pleasure, has become impossible. To those who love to read, this is worse than heart disease and cancer combined. Eddie - Hey, man, I see you're reading McCarthy's The Road. Nice. Nerdlinger - I'm trying to read it, but I got this damn reader's block! I'm 20 pages in but I don't remember anything. Fuck! Eddie - Poor bastard. ¿Oh, cómo haríamos para identificar nuestros sentimientos sin internet?

La città di Bauci.

Dopo aver marciato sette giorni attraverso boscaglie, chi va a Bauci non riesce a vederla ed è arrivato. I sottili trampoli che s'alzano dal suolo a gran distanza l'uno dall'altro e si perdono sopra le nubi sostengono la città. Ci si sale con scalette. A terra gli abitanti si mostrano di rado: hanno già tutto l'occorrente lassù e preferiscono non scendere. Nulla della città tocca il suolo tranne quelle lunghe gambe da fenicottero a cui si appoggia e, nelle giornate luminose, un'ombra traforata e angolosa che si disegna sul fogliame.
Tre ipotesi si dànno sugli abitanti di Bauci: che odino la Terra; che la rispettino al punto d'evitare ogni contatto; che la amino com'era prima di loro e con cannocchiali e telescopi puntati in giù non si stanchino di passarla in rassegna, foglia a foglia, sasso a sasso, formica per formica, contemplando affascinati la propria assenza.

Italo Calvino, "Le città e gli occhi. 3.", Le città invisibili.