"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music."
Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989
8.08.2004
7.30.2004
I love children
These were answers supposedly provided by 6th graders during a history test. (Or by some really cool grown-up.)
Check the misspelling.
1. Ancient Egypt was inhabited by mummies and they all wrote in hydraulics. They lived in the Sarah Dessert. The climate of the Sarah is so bad that all the inhabitants have to live elsewhere.
2. Moses led the Hebrew slaves to the Red Sea where they made unleavened bread, which is bread made without any ingredients. Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the ten commandments. He died before he ever reached Canada.
3. Solomon had three hundred wives and seven hundred porcupines.
4. The Greeks were a highly sculptured people, and without them we wouldn't have history. The Greeks also had myths. A myth is a female moth.
5. Socrates was a famous Greek teacher who went around giving people advice. They killed him. Socrates died from an overdose of wedlock. After his death, his career suffered a dramatic decline.
6. In the Olympic games, Greeks ran races, jumped, hurled biscuits, and threw the java.
7. Julius Caesar extinguished himself on the battlefields of Gaul. The Ides of March murdered him because they thought he was going to be made king. Dying, he gasped out: "Tee hee, Brutus."
8. Joan of Arc was burnt to a steak and was canonized by Bernard Shaw.
9. Queen Elizabeth was the "Virgin Queen," As a queen she was a success. When she exposed herself before her troops they all shouted hurrah.
10. It was an age of great inventions and discoveries. Gutenberg invented removable type and the Bible. Another Important invention was the circulation of blood. Sir Walter Raleigh is a historical figure because he invented cigarettes and started smoking. Sir Francis Drake circumcised the world with a 100-foot clipper.
11. The greatest writer of the Renaissance was William Shakespeare. He was born in the year 1564, supposedly on his birthday. He never made much money and is famous only because of his plays. He wrote tragedies, comedies, and hysterectomies, all in Islamic pentameter. Romeo and Juliet are an example of a heroic couple. Romeo's last wish was to be laid by Juliet.
12. Writing at the same time as Shakespeare was Mogul Cervantes. He wrote Donkey Hote. The next great author was John Milton. Milton wrote Paradise Lost. Then his wife died and he wrote Paradise Regained.
13. Delegates from the original 13 states formed the Contented Congress. Thomas Jefferson, a Virgin, and Benjamin Franklin were two singers of the Declaration of Independence. Franklin discovered electricity by rubbing two cats backward and declared, "A horse divided against itself cannot stand." Franklin died in 1790 and is still dead.
14. Abraham Lincoln became America's greatest Precedent. Lincoln's mother died in infancy, and he was born in a log cabin which he built with his own hands. Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves by signing the Emasculation Proclamation. On the night of April 14, 1865, Lincoln went to the theater and got shot in his seat by one of the actors in a moving picture show. They believe the assinator was John Wilkes Booth, an insane actor. This ruined Booth's career.
15. Johann Bach wrote a great many musical compositions and had a large number of children. In between he practiced on an old spinster which he kept up in his attic. Bach died from 1750 to the present. Bach was the most famous composer in the world and so was Handel. Handel was half German, half Italian, and half English. He was very large.
16. Beethoven wrote music even though he was deaf. He was so deaf he wrote loud music. He took long walks in the forest even when everyone was calling for him. Beethoven expired in 1827 and later died for this.
17. The nineteenth century was a time of a great many thoughts and inventions. People stopped reproducing by hand and started reproducing by machine. The invention of the steamboat caused a network of rivers to spring up. Cyrus McCormick invented the McCormick raper, which did the work of a hundred men.
18. Louis Pasteur discovered a cure for rabbits. Charles Darwin was a naturalist who wrote the Organ of the Species. Madman Curie discovered the radio.
Check the misspelling.
1. Ancient Egypt was inhabited by mummies and they all wrote in hydraulics. They lived in the Sarah Dessert. The climate of the Sarah is so bad that all the inhabitants have to live elsewhere.
2. Moses led the Hebrew slaves to the Red Sea where they made unleavened bread, which is bread made without any ingredients. Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the ten commandments. He died before he ever reached Canada.
3. Solomon had three hundred wives and seven hundred porcupines.
4. The Greeks were a highly sculptured people, and without them we wouldn't have history. The Greeks also had myths. A myth is a female moth.
5. Socrates was a famous Greek teacher who went around giving people advice. They killed him. Socrates died from an overdose of wedlock. After his death, his career suffered a dramatic decline.
6. In the Olympic games, Greeks ran races, jumped, hurled biscuits, and threw the java.
7. Julius Caesar extinguished himself on the battlefields of Gaul. The Ides of March murdered him because they thought he was going to be made king. Dying, he gasped out: "Tee hee, Brutus."
8. Joan of Arc was burnt to a steak and was canonized by Bernard Shaw.
9. Queen Elizabeth was the "Virgin Queen," As a queen she was a success. When she exposed herself before her troops they all shouted hurrah.
10. It was an age of great inventions and discoveries. Gutenberg invented removable type and the Bible. Another Important invention was the circulation of blood. Sir Walter Raleigh is a historical figure because he invented cigarettes and started smoking. Sir Francis Drake circumcised the world with a 100-foot clipper.
11. The greatest writer of the Renaissance was William Shakespeare. He was born in the year 1564, supposedly on his birthday. He never made much money and is famous only because of his plays. He wrote tragedies, comedies, and hysterectomies, all in Islamic pentameter. Romeo and Juliet are an example of a heroic couple. Romeo's last wish was to be laid by Juliet.
12. Writing at the same time as Shakespeare was Mogul Cervantes. He wrote Donkey Hote. The next great author was John Milton. Milton wrote Paradise Lost. Then his wife died and he wrote Paradise Regained.
13. Delegates from the original 13 states formed the Contented Congress. Thomas Jefferson, a Virgin, and Benjamin Franklin were two singers of the Declaration of Independence. Franklin discovered electricity by rubbing two cats backward and declared, "A horse divided against itself cannot stand." Franklin died in 1790 and is still dead.
14. Abraham Lincoln became America's greatest Precedent. Lincoln's mother died in infancy, and he was born in a log cabin which he built with his own hands. Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves by signing the Emasculation Proclamation. On the night of April 14, 1865, Lincoln went to the theater and got shot in his seat by one of the actors in a moving picture show. They believe the assinator was John Wilkes Booth, an insane actor. This ruined Booth's career.
15. Johann Bach wrote a great many musical compositions and had a large number of children. In between he practiced on an old spinster which he kept up in his attic. Bach died from 1750 to the present. Bach was the most famous composer in the world and so was Handel. Handel was half German, half Italian, and half English. He was very large.
16. Beethoven wrote music even though he was deaf. He was so deaf he wrote loud music. He took long walks in the forest even when everyone was calling for him. Beethoven expired in 1827 and later died for this.
17. The nineteenth century was a time of a great many thoughts and inventions. People stopped reproducing by hand and started reproducing by machine. The invention of the steamboat caused a network of rivers to spring up. Cyrus McCormick invented the McCormick raper, which did the work of a hundred men.
18. Louis Pasteur discovered a cure for rabbits. Charles Darwin was a naturalist who wrote the Organ of the Species. Madman Curie discovered the radio.
La entrevista perdida
Publicada en ET el 24 de julio de 2004
Hasta los 27 años, el destino del brasileño Sebastiao Salgado parecía estar muy lejos del activismo social y de la fotografía. A esa edad ya tenía un doctorado en economía de la Universidad de París y era un ejecutivo de la Organización Internacional del Café (OIC).
Pero ahora, a los 60, ha trabajado con Unicef, Acnur, la Organización Mundial de la Salud, Médicos Sin Fronteras y Amnistía International, todo gracias a una afición que tomó cuando su esposa le prestó su cámara de fotos, en 1973.
Estando en África, el bicho de la fotografía le transformó la vida y un año después empezó a colaborar para la agencia Sygma. Luego trabajó con Gamma -otra agrupación muy reputada de fotoperiodistas- hasta 1979, cuando entró a Magnum, la agencia que fundó el mítico Robert Capa. En 1994 fundó su propia agencia, Amazonas Images, que dirige con su esposa Lelia Wanick. En 1998 ganó el Príncipe de Asturias de las Artes, convirtiéndose en el primer fotógrafo en obtener ese premio.
Hoy, Salgado es probablemente el más importante fotógrafo latinoamericano y uno de los íconos de la fotografía mundial.
Recién llegado de África, donde trabaja en un nuevo proyecto sobre biodiversidad que incluirá una visita a Colombia, Salgado habló desde París acerca de Éxodos, la exposición de sus fotografías que se inauguró ayer en Bogotá.
¿Qué genera el paso de un Ph.D. en economía al fotoperiodismo, y luego a la fotografía social?
Cuando uno abandona su profesión es porque tiene una pasión por algo nuevo que ha descubierto. La fotografía llegó tarde a mi vida, en medio de un viaje por África trabajando para la OIC. Pero no lo hice porque pensara que en la fotografía me iría mejor que en la economía, sino que pasó a ser el interés central de mi vida.
La fotografía social o humana viene de mi origen en un país pobre, donde lo social es muy importante, y además de mi paso por la economía, que tiene cosas de antropología, sociología... es otra de las ciencias sociales.
Usted se interesa siempre por mezclarse con la gente y las situaciones que va a fotografiar...
Para hacer este tipo de foto tú tienes que vivirla, aproximarte. Yo llego a través de organizaciones locales que trabajan con la gente, que me introducen donde puedo hacer una relación. Llegar sin comprender la realidad no tiene sentido. Éxodos es siete años de vivir con la gente.
Los niños son muy importantes en su obra. ¿Qué le transmite la cara de un niño que no encuentra en otras?
Cuando van moviéndose por la carretera, dejando atrás su casa destruida, las personas no comprenden la mayoría de las veces lo que les está pasando. Los ancianos, que son otro grupo que me impresionó mucho en las trashumancias, llevan toda su vida una estabilidad y una relación con la tierra y en un segundo lo pierden todo.
Pero con los niños es aún más dramático, porque son mucho más inocentes.
Empecé a tomar retratos de niños como un juego, para que me dejaran trabajar y no se atravesaran cuando estaba haciendo otras tomas. Cuando están en grupos, todos quieren salir y sonríen y saltan, pero luego vi que las miradas de los niños, solos frente a la cámara, mostraban el mismo drama que las otras fotos. Por eso hice un libro sólo con niños.
Éxodos trata acerca de desplazados y desterrados víctimas de la pobreza y de la guerra. ¿Ha pensado hacer algún seguimiento de ese trabajo con respecto del éxodo en Colombia?
Conozco del drama colombiano. Es terrible y de difícil solución. Hay muchos desplazados dentro y fuera del país. Pero el trabajo de migraciones ya se terminó, los siete años pasaron y se trató de provocar el debate. Ahora estoy trabajando sobre biodiversidad.
¿Y para ese trabajo vendrá a Colombia?
Es un proyecto de ocho años, iré en algún momento. Pienso ir tal vez a Cuidad Perdida y a la Amazonia colombiana. Yo estuve en Cartagena cuando García Márquez lanzó El amor en los tiempos del cólera, y la ciudad me encantó. También hice un trabajo en Armero, un año después del desastre. Me pareció un país fantástico, con una gran fuerza en su música y con mucha vida.
Algunas personas hablan de la exaltación de la pobreza y la violencia a través del periodismo. ¿Cómo se involucra en este tema la reportería gráfica?
En la fotografía nos miramos a nosotros mismos. No es que la gente esté cansada de mirar imágenes sino está cansada de lo que está generando la violencia. La imagen se convierte en una necesidad social. La fotografía es realmente un transmisor de mensajes muy directo y hay un lugar muy importante para la reportería grafica. El verdadero lenguaje universal es la imagen.
¿Cree que los cinturones de pobreza que usted retrata y que cercan ahora las grandes ciudades podrán terminar por absorberlas?
Cuando llegué a Francia hace 30 años no había desempleo, ahora hay 3 millones sin trabajo. El modelo se está duplicando en todas partes. De ahí a decir que va a haber una gran invasión de las ciudades... eso es imposible de prever. En Latinoamérica es más evidente la diferencia. Las ciudades del futuro no serán como Nueva York, sino como Sao Paulo.
¿Qué siente que ha logrado a través de su fotografía en cuanto a cambios en la sociedad?
Hubo un trabajo sobre los 'sin tierra' que hicimos en Brasil con mi esposa, José Saramago y Chico Buarque, que generó un debate interesante. Pero este tipo de fotografía no es nada si no está ligada a textos, a instituciones que necesitan esas fotos para crear conciencia de algo. Es una pequeña variable dentro de un modelo, es parte del sistema. Mi fotografía es una pequeña contribución, hago parte de una familia de reporteros. No pretendo haber logrado nada solo.
7.27.2004
How could I miss this one?
This has got to be de saddest song ever.
No one is to blame (Howard Jones)
You can look at the menu but you just can’t eat
You can feel the cushions but you can’t have a seat
You can dip your foot in the pool but you can’t have a swim
You can feel the punishment but you can’t commit the sin
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can build a mansion but you just can’t live in it
You’re the fastest runner but you’re not allowed to win
Some break the rules
And live to count the cost
The insecurity is the thing that won’t get lost
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can see the summit but you can’t reach it
It’s the last piece of the puzzle but you just can’t make it fit
Doctor says you’re cured but you still feel the pain
Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame...
No one is to blame (Howard Jones)
You can look at the menu but you just can’t eat
You can feel the cushions but you can’t have a seat
You can dip your foot in the pool but you can’t have a swim
You can feel the punishment but you can’t commit the sin
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can build a mansion but you just can’t live in it
You’re the fastest runner but you’re not allowed to win
Some break the rules
And live to count the cost
The insecurity is the thing that won’t get lost
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can see the summit but you can’t reach it
It’s the last piece of the puzzle but you just can’t make it fit
Doctor says you’re cured but you still feel the pain
Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame...
¿Cristo revelado?
El Museo de Arte de Sao Paulo (MASP) montó una exposición temporal para darle la 'bienvenida' a su colección al tríptico de Jan van Dornicke (Antwerp 1470 - 1527) La cricificción de Cristo. Es bastante interesante, y tiene además obras de Bosch y Durero. Hasta ahí, una exposición buena.
Pero al final, en medio de la oscuridad del espacio, aparece un Cristo crucificado en madera, del siglo XV, que desaparece el resto de las obras y lo hace sentir a uno en la silla del juicio final. Debe ser de un poco más de un metro de alto, flaco, casi quijotesco.
Ahora: el pelo es pelo natural, está deshilachado (no sé si por el paso del tiempo o porque así estaba hecho), los brazos, extendidos en el aire, están llenos de clavos a todo lo largo, y de la herida del costado también salen clavos como si fuera la sangre, le bajan por la pierna y se cruzan con los otros clavos que salen de los huecos de los pies. Es realmente impresionante. Y, si, ¡¡¡es del siglo XV!!! Si eso estuviera expuesto en el Salón Nacional de Artistas, que empieza en Bogotá la próxima semana, se vería absolutamente contemporáneo. Y hasta herético.
Yo no soy muy creyente que digamos, pero frente a ese trozo de madera tuve que aceptar la existencia de un dios.
Pero al final, en medio de la oscuridad del espacio, aparece un Cristo crucificado en madera, del siglo XV, que desaparece el resto de las obras y lo hace sentir a uno en la silla del juicio final. Debe ser de un poco más de un metro de alto, flaco, casi quijotesco.
Ahora: el pelo es pelo natural, está deshilachado (no sé si por el paso del tiempo o porque así estaba hecho), los brazos, extendidos en el aire, están llenos de clavos a todo lo largo, y de la herida del costado también salen clavos como si fuera la sangre, le bajan por la pierna y se cruzan con los otros clavos que salen de los huecos de los pies. Es realmente impresionante. Y, si, ¡¡¡es del siglo XV!!! Si eso estuviera expuesto en el Salón Nacional de Artistas, que empieza en Bogotá la próxima semana, se vería absolutamente contemporáneo. Y hasta herético.
Yo no soy muy creyente que digamos, pero frente a ese trozo de madera tuve que aceptar la existencia de un dios.
7.22.2004
Flashback
I just saw 13 going on 30, with ultra pretty Jennifer Garner. It's the best turning-of-age-family-lovestory-waltdisney-meets-Big movie a 30 year old could see. I'd love to have a 13 year old daughter and go with her. Madonna, Rick Springfield, Talking Heads, Pat Benatar, with a corny happy ending. The movie sucks, really, but I loved it.
7.21.2004
Hablando de canciones tristes...
Ghost, de Indigo Girls:
(for no one)
There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer;
The last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war.
And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen.
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams.
The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
at a place where you could walk across with five steps down.
And I guess that's how you started -like a pinprick to my heart,
and at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown.
And there's not enough room in this world for my pain.
Signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain,
of all my demon spirits I need you the most.
I'm in love with your ghost
Dark and dangerous like a secret, it's whispered in a hush.
When I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush.
And you kiss me like a lover, and you sting me like a viper,
I go follow to the river, play your memory like the piper.
And I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me.
But I'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly.
And dance the edge of sanity -I've never been this close.
I'm in love with your ghost
Oh, unknowing captor, you'll never know how much you pierce my spirit
I can't touch you -can you hear it?
A cry to be free, or I'm forever under lock and key as you pass through me.
Now I see your face before me;
I would launch a thousand ships to bring your heart back to my island
as the sand beneath me slips.
As I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels to be weakened like Achilles
with you always at my heels.
And my bitter pill to swallow is this silence that I keep that poisons me,
I can't swim free, the river is too deep.
Though I'm baptized by your touch, I am no worse at most.
I'm in love with your ghost
There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer;
The last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war.
And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen.
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams.
And there's not enough room in this world for my pain.
Signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain,of all my demon spirits
I need you the most.
I'm in love with your ghost
(for no one)
There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer;
The last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war.
And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen.
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams.
The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
at a place where you could walk across with five steps down.
And I guess that's how you started -like a pinprick to my heart,
and at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown.
And there's not enough room in this world for my pain.
Signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain,
of all my demon spirits I need you the most.
I'm in love with your ghost
Dark and dangerous like a secret, it's whispered in a hush.
When I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush.
And you kiss me like a lover, and you sting me like a viper,
I go follow to the river, play your memory like the piper.
And I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me.
But I'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly.
And dance the edge of sanity -I've never been this close.
I'm in love with your ghost
Oh, unknowing captor, you'll never know how much you pierce my spirit
I can't touch you -can you hear it?
A cry to be free, or I'm forever under lock and key as you pass through me.
Now I see your face before me;
I would launch a thousand ships to bring your heart back to my island
as the sand beneath me slips.
As I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels to be weakened like Achilles
with you always at my heels.
And my bitter pill to swallow is this silence that I keep that poisons me,
I can't swim free, the river is too deep.
Though I'm baptized by your touch, I am no worse at most.
I'm in love with your ghost
There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer;
The last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war.
And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen.
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams.
And there's not enough room in this world for my pain.
Signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain,of all my demon spirits
I need you the most.
I'm in love with your ghost
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