Saturday, June 21, 2014

5: Misconceptions People Still Hold Today

        There are facts, there are people who spread those facts, and then there are idiots who fuck with these facts and bring about very stupid ideas. They can come in the form of old wives' tales, but then again some aren't, and these are just a few that I hear quite often.

5: Vaccines cause autism


        No, they don't, and if you're not going to give your child vaccines because you think that then god damn you don't deserve a kid. There is this website which answers the question: How do vaccines cause autism?

4: Fat-Free won't make you fat


      Fat is very convenient for your taste buds, and a lot of foods contain fat. Of course, there are people who for some reason or another can't/won't eat fat so there are substitutes. These substitutes tend to be higher in caloric content because of the sugar that is added in order to add good taste. Also people tend to eat more to compensate because, well, fat is filling, sugar is not.


3: Something without chemicals is good for you


       Everything's a chemical. You can't take away chemicals from a fucking tomato because it will cease to exist. This one's spread by ecologic activism enthusiasts who don't have an idea about what they're saying. Yes, there are chemicals that are bad for you, but then again you're a carbon-based lifeform. 

2: If the Earth were (x) closer/further from the sun we would freeze/burn to death


       This one's plain stupid. I've heard about 10 meters. Better not climb up a mountain, then. Actually, our planet shifts thousands of kilometers all the time and the change is minimal. The distance we need to actually change the temperature must be enormous. 

1: We use 10% of our brains

        Yeah, we use 10% of our brains like we use 33% of traffic lights at a time. There are human beings who do have the ability to use 100% of their brains at the same time, though. I wouldn't say they're superhuman, there's a bit of everything, some are smarter than others, some are not, but you can tell when they use all of their brain at the same time, because we call that having a seizure.

Your brain, on seizures. Blue indicates dormant parts and red indicates activity.

Friday, June 6, 2014

D-Day


         Today marks the 70th anniversary of the largest naval invasion in the history of war: D-Day. Part of the Normandy landings in WWII, this stage of Operation Overlord, which gave to the decline of Nazi Germany, could not have been undertaken in such a fashion had it not been for various factors, especially Operation Bodyguard, which mislead the Nazis concerning the landings of the allies. 


       The weather was pretty important as well. This is because the beaches of Normandy were lined with bunkers which would spray those arriving with lead. The skies were gray, and the shore was foggy, which allowed the armored ships to arrive to the shore with relative ease. Of course, once the soldiers jumped off their ships it was every man for himself, and the battle's casualties were around 1,000 Nazi soldiers and 14,000 Allied soldiers. 


      This was a clear victory for the Allies, though, because this put a strong foothold which could be expanded and this led to the liberation of France, and the debilitation of the German army. Of course, there was a wall that had been built in order to defend against an Allied invasion. This project had been undertaken by Field Marshal Erwin Rommel, known for being an incredible strategist. This made the rest of Operation Overlord quite difficult for the Allies, but then again, at this point in the war the Nazis were using captured weapons and equipment, which tended to be unreliable, so they had lost much of their strength. 

To be fair, though, Rommel was a badass.
       To be honest, I don't know how Americans celebrate, or conmemorate, this day, so I would like to remind everyone that every war has its horrors. Imagine the fear a soldier had, sitting on a boat, under a constant hail of bullets, knowing that the moment the door opens he'll probably be shredded to pieces if he's not quick enough, and even then his chances were slim. It's admirable, to go to war knowing that.


      I want to end this on a lighter note. In one of the beaches there was a Scottish man with a bagpipe and he would just play it and walk from one end of the beach to the other. He was never shot. He wanted to give morale to his fellow troops and the Nazis thought he had mental problems so they didn't bother. Also, if you want a good artistic representation of what D-Day was, watch the beginning of Saving Private Ryan. It's pretty awesome. 

The bagpiper himself: Bill Millin.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Kurt Cobain


April 5, 1994. Pen, paper, a heroin kit, a shotgun and a box of shells. Automatic For The People by R.E.M. is playing. 

"To Boddah:

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community had proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.

For example, when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begin, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.

Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do, God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.

I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much, I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy,

Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

I love you, I love you!"


          I'd write a post about why Kurt commited suicide, but his letter says it all quite well. Cobain was a Buddhist, and Boddah was his imaginary friend from childhood. He was an intellectual, and many believe he didn't kill himself, others believe that, given his non-violent nature, this was his most violent act and a gesture of great proportions. Whatever it was, though, burned his image into society's head. 

Friday, March 28, 2014

The Beatles: 50 Years Later


           As I was checking my mail, I noticed this interesting message from the content director of VEGAS.com. They are giving homage to The Beatles for their 50th anniversary of their performance in the Ed Sullivan Show. Of course, it's a pretty good reason to write about them, so here goes nothing. 


           I never had the pleasure of seeing them perform or anything (I'm 19), but growing up, I used to hang around with my uncles a lot and one of them would listen to their music all day. I was always intrigued by their style, which differed from album to album, and of course I got to choose my favorite songs such as Hey Jude, Penny Lane, Twist and Shout, and some others. 


           As a younger teenager, though, I never understood why they became so famous. After all, they were a worldwide sensation. Hell, I still don't get it. Their music is catchy, but not complex. Their voices are harmonious, but not difficult to imitate (if you have a trained voice). They were just a four-guy band that happened to become pretty famous. 

But then again, there was something about this band. 


           Just about anybody can listen to it and, if not fall in love with the music, enjoy it. This is something modern pop music tries to accomplish, but the Beatles came from a time before entertainment had such a wide reach. I mean, there was television, radio, and there were vinyl disks, but that was about it. Now you have apps that can even suggest music for you based on what you listen to. Besides, music has gained such a degree of similarity these days that you can predict most songs pretty easily. 


            However, this never happened with the Beatles. Most of their songs are different, and granted, some were similar but that's quite normal in a band. What they have that makes me admire them is the fact that, from one album to the next, their style was always changing, and not in a way that made people complain like they do nowadays. It was a natural transformation that came as the four members grew and matured physically and emotionally. This, I believe, is what makes them trascend through ever-changing trends and styles and is, probably just one small part, of why we consider The Beatles one of the best bands to have existed. 


Friday, February 14, 2014

Contemporary Literature and Modern Manhood


          I've been working on comparing and contrasting these novels, Mist by Miguel de Unamuno and The Tunnel by Ernesto Sábato. We were also required to read an essay by Milan Kundera which talks about the history of novels, which details the way they've been changing from Don Quixiote to existentialism, and he argues that the problem with modern literature is that real problems such as war, famine, plagues, or just the need to chop some wood and build a fire. 


          What does this do? This gives us time. Both Mist and The Tunnel are about a man who falls in love with a woman. One's set in a sarcastic tone, one's set in a dark tone, but the same thing happens in both, which is that the man gets so involved and so obsessed with his woman that he begins to put her needs above his while the woman doesn't even give anything back. One of the men spends the book trying to kill himself and the other ends up killing the woman. 



         Kundera expresses the opinion, which holds pretty close to reality, that novels reflect the reality of society's situation at the time. Don Quixiote was about the dual nature of reality and a man's idealism. This was written when the Spanish Empire was thriving. You can choose any novel you want and you'll find something similar. The same goes for any manifesto, any essay, a damn piece of writing on the wall. 

Fucking writing on the wall.
         So, how does this reflect contemporary man's reality? We don't have to hunt, we don't fight each other, hell, it's hard to fight each other without breaking the law now, we don't have wars, at least in (most of) the Western World, we don't have tribes, we don't manage ourselves the same way that cavemen used to. And now we're supposed to be all politically correct because somebody will be offended, which is, pretty much just a whine. We have time. With time, and nothing to fix, nothing to keep our minds, we create our own problems, like the men in the novels who would do anything to please their women. 


             Another thing is the heavy influence that feminism has had on society. I respect what the movement stood for at first, but it has been transforming to such an extent that lead it to extremism, which is not good in any context. Although it's not just that. There's also the anti-bullying. It's all right, discrimination's something ugly and you're not going to just pester somebody because they're different, but you're not going to glorify things that will affect your health in the long run. There's fat acceptance, for example, which at first was meant to prevent people from discriminating on those who are overweight, obese, and all, but it's not an acceptable excuse to be fat, and for those who argue that being fat is healthy, a quick, superficial investigation should suffice to change your point of view. 

Modern man.
        But lo and behold, I'm treading too deep in just one point. There is a suppression of competition, and many see the ideal and instead of trying to reach it, they try to bring it down, like crabs in a bucket. The need to please others before pleasing yourself is only one of the many problems that men have created for themselves, as is apparent. Here we have a whole generation of males who have been told that they should be ashamed of being raw and crude with their way of being when, throughout thousands of years, it's worked out. Another example is that many men don't work out at all anymore. Intellectuals can claim that they work out their minds, but even the great Greek philosophers worked out and considered that everybody should be able to see the capacity of strength and power that their bodies have.

Here you see Plato and Aristotle with invisible basketballs.
            When you get yourself busy, you'll notice a change, which is that you'll get more things to do without even having to seek them out, and things that appeared pretty meaningful before will become trivial compared to what you're doing, because now you're actually getting busy with real shit. It's like what happens in American Beauty. Once the narrator actually gets busy, he develops this aura that causes awe in others. If you read contemporary literature, you'll find that many of the main characters are men with weak willpower who never put themselves before others. 


         Don't be the contemporary man. Be like the men of ancient lore, those who were willing to fight a fucking windmill for the thrill and bravery (Note, I do not condone fighting windmills, people will believe you're high on acid). Be like the Greek philosopher, the Rennaisance man. Be yourself, but always be better than what you were the day before.

Grow some facial hair if you can as well. That's cool.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Book Review: The Catcher in the Rye


        One of my uncles gave me what's probably J.D.'s magnum opus, and I really appreciate it. It has some themes that are really relevant to my age and whatnot, but the feeling this book gave me is interesting. Holden Caulfield is, basically, the book, and I gotta say, I don't really like Holden. 


          He's become this sort of cultural icon for being a teenage rebel and whatnot, and although he fails his classes in different schools, he actually seems to be quite smart, so, what gives? Well, he's quite the lousy bastard. He spends his time drifting about with the money that his mother sends him to live through college and goes out a lot, and that's cool and all, but he's nothing remarkable. 


        For example, the guy's terribly immature, a hypocrite, if you will. He spends all day watching other people and disliking those who he percieved to be phonies, but at the same time, he tends to lie about what he does, telling people he's studying at x school and whatever, making himself appear to be something he's not. He spends his time whining and doesn't really stand up for himself. He just alienates everybody.


          As for the story, well, it really isn't something impressive. It's just one fuck-up after another which lead Holden to not really any trouble nor anything good at all. He just exists in this world that couldn't care less whether he's doing something at all or not.


           I still don't understand the reason as to why this is a classic; although it eludes me, I find it intriguing, so I'll see if anybody could tell me. I didn't really get a message from the book, and although the way it is narrated is quite droll, that's all I could really say about the book. Anyways, I'll give a review in twelve years and we'll see if something changed.