The whole view of the F1 fiasco

I just found a nice explanation about the whole F1 fiasco on USA reading an article at Herald Tribune. It looks like things were deeper than I could imagine: at first, I thought is was related to FIA pressuring the rules, no matter what, with Ferrari by their side. Things like internal politics never came to my mind, as I don’t really pay much attention to it anymore.

Oh, and they (Herald Tribune) used a very cool layout…

So, there is “fate”, after all?

The events in the last few days made me think that there is something like “fate” or “destiny”.

Look at this: when I was pretty down, thinking it was not worth living, a message about a talk from Steve Jobs appears in my RSS. I read the whole thing, it bring me down to tears but, in the end, put a new hope on my life and bring me somewhat up.

Three days later I’m pretty sad about not getting someone I was looking for, I go see “Batman Begins”, were they use “Why we fall down? Just to get up” cliche around. So I took that personally: I was down and it only meant that I had to get up again.

And today, when I’m still putting myself up, I found an old friend in a completely improbable moment. And she being a very high mood person, also put me up too.

So, everything just pointed to complete related things happen in a way to put me down and bring me up again. And all that, together, gave me a complete different look at my life and what I do with it.

I just don’t know if this is fate or just a small sign of my mid-life crisis. :)

There are any statisticians in the house?

Some can come with the probability of this happening any day?

I went downtown to pick up a broken digital camera that went to repairs. As it is fucking cold today that I decided to go back home instead of back to the office to pick up a coat and leave the camera there. In the way to the office, I decided to go with the bus again, instead of walking. Bus appears, I sit down and then someone rushes and sit right by my side. I look to her and I see… PUNKY, an old friend from my home town that I didn’t see for about 5 years. She were with the gang of friends I was part when I lived there. And guess what: she tells me that it was the first time she took that bus.

I think we just broke some statistical law or something doing that…

I should stop going to the movies…

… ’cause everything I go, I buy a new book. Very soon, there will be no free space in my room (two geeky points to everyone that thought “heh, book overflow”).

This time I got The Beatles, Letras e Canções (“The Beatles, Lyrics and Songs). It is a book with the lyrics of every Beatles song, with a small history of each. I never knew that Paul’s mother was named Mary and, in a dream, she appeared to him and said “Let it be” (Paul was in a court fight with John at the time). The only problem is that the histories are really short so the author decided to explain what the music says. Actually, he put a translated version of the song.

Anyway, a good quick reading and won’t affect my “Sci-Fi = Sci-Filo” reading.

Batman Begins

So, after seeing that Hisham would beat me in one movie review, I decided to go see it before he could complete his quest. Unfortunately, he did it WHILE I was watching. But he did watch as someone who knows Batman, and I’ll try to do my “movie critic” review. So, you can go read his review first and then come back here and see what I thought. Oh, and remember: there may be spoilers.

First thing you will feel in this movie is that it doesn’t have a start. It looks like you are thrown in the middle of another movie and that you missed the point. Things will appear later to put at sense in it all, but it makes a confusing beginning anyway. Cut this out and you have a pretty solid script, with no useless scenes or the like. Everything you see has a reason, every move the characters do have a reason, every enemy has a reason (well, except for a few needed for fighting scenes).

The acting is fantastic. At first you can think that picking great names to a movie would ruin the story, like “The League Of Extraordinary Gentleman”, where the mere presence of Sean Connery changed the whole thing. Anyway, that’s not what we see here: every character has his moment, so the other step back, let he/she do their job and then step forward when it is done. No “I’m the greatest actor here” or “I’m acting since you were in your diapers” attitude, not even forced by writers or the director.

The characters themselves are impressive too. I think I never saw an Alfred with so many reasons to follow Bruce Wayne the way it did, or with so much feelings. Everytime I saw him, he was the English butler who is solid as a rock. You never got WHY he is so faithful to his master Wayne, or if he feel something. Not this time. And all the others just do their jobs: Lucius Fox is the insider that gets everything Bruce needs (something I never really thought: how the hell Bruce “stole” things from himself without leaving any clues behind?), Earle is the guy who gets an opportunity to make money and goes after it no matter what, Gordon is the only cop that still believes in the city… Gosh, even Bruce parents get some personality it this movie, not just the two people that die in the beginning.

Another great point of the movie: sound and music. The sound really enhances the scene, making a scary scene into some fucking scary scene, adding a weird sound in the background just to make you feel the emotions of the characters (I can’t recall the scene, but it was a emotion building one and you could hear this low boom in the background, while the characters where facing each other, in some kind of emotional fight). The music also help a lot to enhance the general feeling of the scenes.

A thing that put me down was the fighting scenes. They are fast, furious and so quickly edited that you must be a great watcher to understand them.

Hisham pointed this is a movie centered in the Dark Knight. Well, I think it is not: it is a movie centered in the Batman universe, and that’s why we have all the character personalities in it, and everybody has a role in it.

So far, I believe this movie would get a lot of Oscars next year.

Death be not proud

I was just crossing the living room and follow the final of a movie my sister was watching. It was Wit and the movie ends with Emma Thompson saying this poem, by John Donne, which is simply beautiful:

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

And no, I’m not thinking about anything related.

What is depression?

For a long time
I thought I was depressed

I could smile
I could laugh
But things weren’t nice

I had bad thoughts
Thoughts of leaving this world
Thoughts of harming myself
And I thought I was depressed

Now I can’t smile
I can’t laugh
The bad thoughts aren’t here
Tears come all the time
And I feel so lonely