Aren’t they lovely?
Another school shooting. By kids against kids. I keep trying to imagine the conversation between the plotters of the mass killing.
— Yo, yo. Know what? We could pull the head off those fuckin morons and the teachers and all, just like, just like in Florida, man. Blow every head off their necks.
— You fuckin crazy, dude. Wanna spend the rest of your life in prison. No fuckin way. Its like, crazy dude stuff, like, I ain’t that crazy. Get real.
Marielle Franco and I worked together on a Sesame Street community engagement project in Rio de Janeiro in 2015-2016. A month ago, she was brutally executed by militias in Rio. Miss you, Mari.
Skeptically, but with some audacity, I took five thousand dollars out of my savings account and bought a fraction of a cryptocurrency, the popular Bitcoin. I became owner of 0.42625601 bitcoins. After one week going through clearance to complete the transaction at CoinBase, my broker of choice, I looked at the value of a Bitcoin. In one week, I had made a two thousand dollars profit, exactly 40% of my original investment. Surreal. The twenty-first century version of the Ponzi scheme that overwhelmed the Dutch with their Tulips in the sixteenth century. “It is a bubble just waiting to burst”, all bank portfolio managers I spoke to have argued. Had I caught it just before doom? Or is it months or years away and, in spite of so much volatility, I had been a winner that week.
A 3m22s cut-less shot by the Soviet director Mijaíl Kalatozov, from the movie Soy Cuba (1964). A brilliant piece of cinematography, and a wonderous imagination of what Cuba looked like before the revolution. Notice the shot is taken on two different buildings, with the famous Habana Libre on the background. Notice it is blocked. Must click Watch on YouTube to see it. Still worth it.
A story about how an insurance company paid a Painkiller.
Everybody has a doctor, and everyone needs health insurance in order to see one. A case in which means defeat their end. One spends one hour at a regular visit to his primary physician, yet one might spend three or four times as much time making sure he will spend only a copay for that service. Matching providers and health insurances they accept is another nightmare. In network, out-of-network. Go figure. You will pay anyway. Continue reading “The Dumb and the Numb”
Charles Bukowski. Always contemporary. Beautiful poem over a beautiful video.
After twenty years abroad, sporadically voting at presidential elections at the American Consulate, yesterday I received through the mail my voter I.D. card. Local elections for several local offices have just gone by, but I would not have had a clue on who to vote. A blessing, a delay, in disguise. My next vote can only be cast on the primaries in September next year. Until then, all that is left is to comment on the bizarre American political landscape and wait.