#odi et amo 2020

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Kate Li for Odi Et Amo Summer 2020 Collection by Joseph Cardo

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4th of March, 2020

"The One with the Evergreen"

Whenever V ties her hair back, an angel gets their wings in Heaven.

After Art class ended, I told my friends I'd wait outside, not at all because I knew V would be coming by. Which she did. Honestly, I need to stop hunting for her like this and fabricating reasons for us to meet. I'm bordering on invasive.

But back to the story. We say hello to each other, and she's about to walk away, when she does a double take, and stops by our classroom door. "The artistic process is still underway," I tell her, and she replies, "Oh, I'm just taking a look inside." I join her in the doorway as she is watching curiously, then turns to me with the biggest smile. "This is so good! We've never had Art classes like this in high school."

There is something about her I can only explain as a very childlike wonder as she keeps looking. A girl even asks her to look at her painting. Then another one comes by, and tells her: "I've never seen you with your hair back, Miss." "I don't wear it like this anymore." I gather all my courage and tell her: "It looks good, though." The woman, who always picks up on every little comment, is standing half a meter away from me, and it's like she didn't even hear me. But that's how she is. She never did respond to compliments.

Once more, she expresses how much she likes what she sees, says "I was just taking a look inside", and leaves. I've never really seen her pop by a class as often as she does with us. Guess she does like us a lot.

As I saw her walk away after eighth period on my way to the changing rooms, I got a kind of somber feeling. Firstly, I really bloody miss the afternoon double lessons of last year with V, where we could barely make progress, but which were always the most fun and some of my best memories. Secondly... as I said before, I think I'm trying way too hard. Always going out of my way to see her, even if just for a second, always trying to talk to her, impress her, look cool around her... I needn't try this hard. I don't have to prove anything. At this rate, I'll just scare her away. I really, really need to stop, because what I'm doing isn't good for either of us.

Thing is... she's like a magnet. Always, always drawing me right back in, even if I decide I'll go farther away. Odi et amo quare id faciam fortasse requiris.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

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Una forza militare d'élite, guidata da Natalie Artemis, cade attraverso un portale in un mondo popolato da mostri giganti. Lì incontrano un cacciatore che li aiuta a sopravvivere nel mondo e a combattere contro le enormi bestie mentre cercano una via di casa.

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Dettaglio ▪️ Prima data di uscita: 3 dicembre 2020 (Germania) ▪️ Regista: Paul W. S. Anderson ▪️ Distribuzione in italiano: moviestreet.net, Warner Bros. ▪️ Paese di produzione: Stati Uniti d'America, Cina, Germania, Giappone

La trama del film, purtroppo, non promette nulla di buono sin dal primo minuto (tranquilli, no spoiler): oltre al nostro mondo, ce n’è un altro. Un universo popolato da pericolosi e potenti mostri che dominano il loro territorio da migliaia di anni. Il tenente Artemis (Milla Jovovich) viene trasportata in quelle terre ostili grazie un portale, con la speranza di riuscire a trovare presto il modo di tornare a casa, sani e salvi.  Nel mentre, Artemis incontra un misterioso cacciatore (interpretato da Tony Jaa), molto abile e scaltro nonché l’unico in grado di sopravvivere in quelle lande popolate da quelle terrificanti creature, parte di una squadra speciale guidata dall’Ammiraglio (un sempre carismatico Ron Perlman). Tuttavia, la presenza dei mostri costringerà i sopravvissuti a fare gruppo al fine di combattere – e, di conseguenza, sconfiggere – le bestie che popolano quel mondo parallelo ricco di insidie.

Chi ha giocato a un qualsiasi episodio del franchise Capcom, sa bene che il punto focale dell’esperienza è – ovviamente – la caccia ai mostri. Nel film di Monster Hunter è bene sapere che in poco più di un’ora e mezza di durata, meno della metà sono dedicate alle spettacolari battaglie contro i bestioni di turno. Tutta la vicenda è incentrata quasi esclusivamente sul rapporto odi et amo tra il personaggio della Jovovich e quello di Jaa, prima che i due siano necessariamente chiamati a cooperare per la costruzione di armi e trappole contro le colossali creature. Creature che, di fatto, rappresentano una percentuale così bassa di sequenze a schermo da lasciare seriamente perplessi: realizzare un film di Monster Hunter (con Rise in arrivo) e lasciare in panchina il fattore “Monster” è una scelta così grossolana e stupida che viene da domandarsi il perché nessuno si sia posto il problema in fase di realizzazione. Non tutto è da buttare: sequenze come quella del combattimento contro Diablos – che vede Artemis/Jovovich impugnare delle doppie lame infuocate – riusciranno a destare dal torpore generale per una manciata di minuti, prima che lo spettatore torni suo malgrado nell’apatia.

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Architecture under President Biden

President Biden Architecture, US Building News, Social Housing Shortage, American Election

Fleeing to NYC to Escape The Third Wave

Historic US Election Review of Architectural Aspects: Architectural Column by Joel Solkoff, PA, USA Dec 9, 2020

Architects: Joel Flees to NYC to Escape The Third Wave

“Never forget that you are one of a kind. Never forget that if there weren’t any need for you in all your uniqueness to be on this earth, you wouldn’t be here in the first place. And never forget, no matter how overwhelming life’s challenges and problems seem to be, that one person can make a difference in the world. In fact, it is always because of one person that all the changes that matter in the world come about. So be that one person.”― R. Buckminster Fuller, Architect Construction of the United States Capitol in Washington, D.C., USA:

President-Elect Joe Biden will take the oath of office at noon on January 20, 2020 at the Capitol of the United States currently located in Washington, D.C. Unlike President Abraham Lincoln, whose first Inauguration was in 1861, President Biden will face east. Photo in the public domain.

Architects: Joel Flees to NYC to escape the Third Wave

All Architects Today Must Be Covid-19 Architects

Joel Solkoff’s Column Vol. VI, Number 5

DATELINE Tuesday, December 8, 2020. Williamsport Pennsylvania, a town of 28,000 people and a treasure trove of architecture so beautiful…so beautiful that after I escape Death in Lycoming County (just beginning as I write). I will return on February 14, 2021 to the Peter Herdic Park Place Hotel completed 1865. September 2017. The back door of a restaurant represents the BEST my liberal all Democratic Borough Council members can do to provide disability access to public facilities. Video courtesy Emily Hartsay, my health aide: US accessibility challenge

“The US Has Recorded its Most Deaths in a Week”: Today’s New York Times

Today’s New York Times, my country’s newspaper of record, published this alarming pandemic update, The NYT sometimes does a terrible job. I am reminded of Catullus “Odi et amo.” Case in point Michael Kimmelman, architecture critic defaming the New York Time’s tradition established by Ada Louise Huxtable. Kimmelman praised the aesthetics of a pretentious $70 million community library in the NYC Borough of Queens. Multiple architecture award winner Steven Hoss designed a library not accessible to disabled children, adults nor to fat people.

Michael Kimmelman

Bio provided by NYT: Since he returned to New York from Europe in the fall of 2011, Michael Kimmelman has been the architecture critic of The New York Times. He has reported from more than 40 countries and twice been a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize. His work focuses on urban affairs, public space, housing for the poor, infrastructure, social equality and the environment, as well as on design. A best-selling author, he has won numerous awards over the years. The magazine New York titled an article about him “The People’s Critic.” The New York Times which should be ashamed at its contribution in encouraging architects to design libraries that do not work as libraries.

Exclusive photograph of Hunters Point Library by e-architect Arts Editor Sarah Schmerler

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Ada Louise Huxtable photographed in her home, 1976 ©Lynn Gilbert. Published with permission. Wikipedia: Ada Louise Huxtable (née Landman; March 14, 1921 – January 7, 2013) was an architecture critic and writer on architecture. Huxtable established architecture and urban design journalism in North America and raised the public’s awareness of the urban environment.

Huxtable was in large part responsible for Zaha Hadid to emerge as an acidemia winning contests but not building. Thanks, to Huxtable Zaha Hadid was able to design the Beijing Airport, So great were Huxtable’s achievement’s that Columbia University’s Pulitzer Prize Committee created a special Pulitzer Prize just for her. Toward the end of her life, Huxtable got so pissed off at the New York Times that she moved her column to The Wall Street Journal. ++++ “Odi et amo” (“I hate and I love”) is a short poem or epigram by the Roman lyric poet Catullus, written in elegiac couplet form sometime around 65 BCE. It is often referred to as “Catullus 85” or “Carmina LXXXV” for its position in the generally accepted catalogue of Catullus’ works. Despite its brevity, it is one of Catullus‘ most famous and emotional poems, and its declaration of conflicting feelings for his mistress, Lesbia, is renowned for its force and brevity. — https://www.ancient-literature.com/

Credit…The New York Times Archives, June 4, 1978, Section SM, Page 26.

Learning to Live Again: My Triumph Over Cancer

Survivors of cancer wait in a limbo of uncertainty: Not knowing whether I would live or die,’ says the author, ‘seemed worse than the idea of dying.’ On May 5, 1976, with the filing of Tissue Examination S 76.1606, at age 28 1 became one of 7,200 Americans who had new cases of Hodgkin’s disease that year.

Library Journal review

Solkoff, Joel. Learning To Live Again: My Triumph over Cancer. LC 82-18743. ISBN 0-03-057647-4. Solkoff is diagnosed as having Hodgkin’s disease, a type of cancer. He fears the disease and the possibility of death. He undergoes radiation treatment to eradicate the cancer, “Radiation treatment was the worst experience of my life”: he loses his appetite and his energy, and he becomes depressed. He feels humiliation, anger, and misery. Written with honesty and feeling, Learning To Live Again is a story of remarkable courage in the face of disease. Highly recommended for public library collections. –Marliss H Hooker, Univ. of Connecticut Health Ctr. Lib., Farmington.

For the NYT, I wrote:

Hodgkin’s is a form of cancer of the lymphatic system. In 1950, according to statistics published in Radiologic Technology, the chances of surviving all stages of the disease was 6 percent. The medical literature now refers to it as “a disease once considered fatal.” Today, the odds of surviving Stage I, the mildest of the four stages, are estimated at 80 percent.

In a society in which cancer is the second largest cause of death and in which there is increased concern for the dying, the problems of those who survive cancer have been largely ignored. Until recently, the fear of death associated with cancer was so pervasive that the medical and social‐service community even neglected those cured patients who, as a result of their treatment, have to live with practical physical problems.

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Photograph of the corona virus courtesy of the Centers for Disease Control based in Atlanta Georgia

The NYT published today: “The U.S. has recorded its most deaths in a week.”

The United States has recorded its most coronavirus-related deaths over a weeklong period, as a brutal surge gathers speed across the country.

With a seven-day average of 2,249 deaths, the country broke the previous mark of 2,232 set on April 17 in the early weeks of the pandemic. Seven-day averages can provide a more accurate picture of the virus’s progression than daily death counts, which can fluctuate and disguise the broader trend line.

The United States is approaching 300,000 total deaths, with nearly 283,000 recorded, according to a New York Times database.

The United States has recorded its most coronavirus-related deaths over a weeklong period, as a brutal surge gathers speed across the country.

With a seven-day average of 2,249 deaths, the country broke the previous mark of 2,232 set on April 17 in the early weeks of the pandemic. Seven-day averages can provide a more accurate picture of the virus’s progression than daily death counts, which can fluctuate and disguise the broader trend line.

The United States is approaching 300,000 total deaths, with nearly 283,000 recorded, according to a New York Times database.

My Thursday Train to New York City

On Thursday, I will take a passenger train from Harrisburg, capitol of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania to Penn Station New York City

“Pennsylvania’s Capitol is, first and foremost, a public building belonging to the citizens of the Commonwealth. “It is also a priceless architectural and artistic treasure, a majestic symbol of history and power, and an icon of democracy and freedom. “When President Theodore Roosevelt attended the dedication of the building on October 4, 1906, he said, “This is the handsomest building I ever saw.” “The Capitol was designed in the American Renaissance style by Philadelphia architect Joseph Huston (1866-1940), who envisioned the building as a ‘Palace of Art.” “Built and furnished at a cost of $13 million, the Capitol features paintings, stained glass and furnishings by some of the best artisans of the day. The building incorporates various Renaissance designs in some of its largest rooms: Italian in the House Chamber, French in the Senate Chamber, and English in the Governor’s Reception Room. It also reflects Greek, Roman and Victorian influences in its art and ornamentation.” — This caption was written b y an official working for the Harrisburg Capitol Building

Harrisburg;s official sister cities as designated by Sister Cities International: Ma’alot-Tarshiha, Israel

Wikipedia: Ma’alot-Tarshiha (Hebrew: מַעֲלוֹת-תַּרְשִׁיחָא‎; Arabic: معالوت ترشيحا‎, Maʻālūt Taršīḥā) is a city in the North District in Israel, some 20 kilometres (12 miles) east of Nahariya, about 600 metres (1,969 feet) above sea level. The city was established in 1963 through a municipal merger of the Arab town of Tarshiha and the Jewish town of Ma’alot. In 2019, the city has a population of 21,836. Photo in the public domain.

First New York Priority: Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center

This photograph of Dr. Paul Russo was provided by Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center NYC Dr. Russo writes: “I am a urologic surgeon who specializes in caring for people with kidney (renal cell) cancer. I treat people with all stages of the disease, from small localized tumors to larger, more-advanced kidney cancers that have spread. I have more than 30 years of experience and perform about 250 major operations each year.:

On Monday Morning December 10th, I have an appointment with Dr. Paul Russo at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in New York City. Eight years ago, Dr. Russo operated on my right kidney. He removed the large cancerous tumor that was chocking my kidney. Then, Dr. Russo removed my right kidney, put it back together so that it still works. How well will be the subject of our conversation. Since Friday is Dr. Russo’s last day before going to Uganda to perform surgery, Dr. Russo will have cardiologists, oncologists, specialists in radiation damage to my throat see me; also social workers and rabbis. There is also a good chance I will receive the Pfizer corona virus vaccine on Friday.

My train ticket

Reservation Number – EC3C30HARRISBURG, PA – NEW YORK PENN, NY (One-Way)DECEMBER 7, 2020 TRAIN 42: HARRISBURG, PA – NEW YORK (PENN STATION), NYDepart 1:00 PM, Thursday, December 10, 20201 ACCESSIBLE COACH SEAT$56.701 COACH WHEELCHAIR SPACE$0.00Ticket Terms & ConditionsCANCELLATION FEE MAY APPLY.ADULT-REDUCED MOBILITY-ID/SELF CERT REQRD ON TRAINADULT-REDUCED MOBILITY-ID & CERTIF REQRD

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Amtrak’s future of high speed travel is soon here! On May 28, 2020, Amtrak tested the Avelia Liberty— the name given to the new Acela built by Alstom in Hornell, New York—for the first time under its own power to Thorndale. The next day they ran again to Lancaster Station on the Keystone Corridor, Amtrak’s Mainline between Philadelphia and Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. This is perhaps the only time in history Amtrak’s new Acela will run on this track, so we took full advantage to capture the move on our new 4K 60p camera in Ronks and Coatesville, Pennsylvania, mileposts 59.2 and 38.6 respectively, at the former Irishtown Road crossing and the stone arch viaduct, aptly named the Coatesville High Bridge. As a bonus, Norfolk Southern local H84 was on it’s way up from Coatesville to W&N Junction while we were awaiting the Acela, so we catch them returning eastbound at Downingtown Station. I BIG THANKS TO: Virtual Railfan, Jersey Mike’s Rail Videos, and Mike Huhn.

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Here in Williamsport denial, denial, denial

Published today: “Soap Box Derby race is on for 2021— if virus allows”

JONATHAN BERGMUELLER, Staff writer

Photograph published with the permission of Editor-In-Chief: L. Lee Janssen (x3121) — llee@sungazette.com The talented Ms. Janssen is friends with Williamsport’s best architect Anthony Visco, Jr. Tony is a critical member of my support team. I owe Tony $300

“The organizers behind Williamsport’s Soap Box Derby are in the planning process for their 2021 race. “However, the continuation of that race is dependent on the status of the COVID-19 pandemic moving forward, said Jim Campbell, director of the organization’s local branch. “The whole world is in a state of anticipation,” Campbell said of the current unpredictable nature of the coronavirus pandemic. “Soap box racing allows children ages 7 to 18 to race in a “soap box,” or a racing cart propelled by gravity. The race was revived in Williamsport in 2010, and ran for 10 consecutive years before the pandemic impounded the carts in 2020. “Campbell said, as far as 2021 goes, the race will be returning, and will adhere to all guidelines issued by government bodies.”

Cleopatra, Queen Of Denial Pam Tillis

Well, I said he had a lot of potential/ He was only misunderstood./ You know, he really didn’t mean to treat me so bad , He wanted to be good. And I swore one day I would tame him,

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Architects for Change Aug 31, 2020

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Joel Solkoff, AIA,Assoc, Leaving Williamsport County seat of Lycoming County, Pennsylvania, USA to return on February 14, 2021

My editors beckon: “All right, stop writing, Joel.”

Isabelle Lomholt and Adrian Welch, Editors at e-architect

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Architecture Columns

Architecture Columns – chronological list Special Wooden Floors for Renzo Piano’s Whitney in New York New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio, Queens Library Renzo Piano’s Whitney Neighborhood Detroit Dying Special Report Disability-Access Architecture

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Distopía de chocolate caliente: cuentos del autor del discreto bucle de ciencia ficción | Libros

yoSi crees que nunca antes has visto el arte de Simon Stålenhag, podrías estar equivocado. Sus pinturas a menudo aparecen en línea bajo títulos como This Art Is Cool: Imagining a Dystopian Sweden Full of Robots and Dinosaurs, donde la gente se maravilla de su sorprendente e inquietante fusión de ciencia ficción y suburbios: ciudades Las zonas rurales donde los niños pasan tardes apáticas explorando el óxido de los esqueletos de robots y las torres de enfriamiento gigantes atormentan el horizonte. En su cuenta de Instagram, donde una pintura de una estación de servicio crepuscular puede obtener miles de Me gusta, los fanáticos de todo el mundo escriben para decirle que sus paisajes se parecen a sus patios traseros, desde Minnesota hasta Noruega. solo con algunos otros de los autos voladores que recuerdan.

Pero si crees que el arte de Stålenhag es su predicción para la humanidad, también te equivocas. Nada de su arte está en el futuro sino en el pasado; especialmente su infancia de los años 80 en Färingsö, una gran isla ubicada en el lago Mälaren en Suecia. Hoy, de 36 años, vive a solo dos kilómetros de la casa donde creció. Cuando hablamos, me muestra la vista y es gris, gris, gris: un cielo colosal, austeras llanuras de hierba nublada. Lo siento y es hermoso, al igual que su arte.

"Suecia es plana y un poco aburrida", dijo, mirando por la ventana. "Pero creo que las partes aburridas son emocionantes. Siempre he odiado la estética demasiado dramática. Cuando fui a los Estados Unidos por primera vez, mis ojos ni siquiera podían lidiar con los paisajes de Disney. "Los robots y los dinosaurios permiten a las personas ver más allá de la aburrida llanura y encontrar algo hermoso", dijo. "Si pintara un campo en abril, nadie lo vería".

Ver más allá de la "aburrida llanura" … detalle de una pintura en Tales from the Loop. Fotografía: Simon & Schuster

Stålenhag escribió su libro más famoso, Tales from the Loop, porque los fanáticos le enviaron historias que habían puesto en sus pinturas. Estaba horrorizado. "Estaba como," ¡No funcionará! "Tienes que saberlo exactamente como me sucedió a mí". Eran demasiado distantes, demasiado distópicos ", dijo." La diferencia entre distopía y futurismo, para mí, es que hay chocolate caliente esperándote en casa en mi mundo ".

Tales from the Loop es parte de una historia alternativa, una en la que la Segunda Guerra Mundial alentó más investigación en tecnología nuclear; que luego dio origen a nuevas ramas de la física experimental; que a su vez condujo a la construcción de un acelerador de partículas gigante en la Suecia rural que los lugareños apodan "Mälarö" o "The Loop". En el momento de su cierre en 1994, había entrenado a una generación de niños, para quienes los robots, los rifles de partículas y las aeronaves son tan cotidianos como la tarea y la hora del té. Hay poca intriga en las historias a menudo muy cortas, que son tan fugaces como un recuerdo medio recordado: dos gemelos intercambian accidentalmente cuerpos (sus padres nunca se dan cuenta), Un descanso en el espacio y el tiempo hace que los trilobites tomen el control del gimnasio de la escuela, una confrontación entre la policía y un niño bolchevique blandiendo un guante robótico. Cuando se lanzó una campaña de crowdfunding de $ 10,000 en 2015 para publicar el libro, recaudó $ 320,000 (£ 255,000). Desde entonces, ha generado una secuela, juegos de mesa y ahora un programa de Amazon Prime con Jonathan Pryce y Rebecca Hall.

Jonathan Pryce en una escena de Tales from the Loop, en Amazon Prime. Fotografía: Jan Thijs / Amazon Studios, Prime Video

Sorprendentemente, Stålenhag nunca se formó como artista. Primero aprendió mirando a su abuelo, y luego se apasionó por los paisajistas suecos, en particular Bruno Liljefors y Lars Jonsson. En su adolescencia, encontró el trabajo del artista de portada Pink Floyd Storm Thorgerson, luego artistas conceptuales de ciencia ficción de Hollywood como Ralph McQuarrie (Star Wars, ET) y Syd Mead (Blade Runner, Aliens Tron). En sus veintes, aprendió en el trabajo como artista conceptual para un estudio de juegos, donde dejó gouache para la pintura digital. "Antes, no sabía cómo pintar robots o dinosaurios, pero cuanto más seguro estaba, más quería usar estas habilidades". Es como aprender un acorde y de repente está en todas tus canciones ", dice. "No fue una elección intelectual. Solo quería hacerlo".

También fue instintivo, dice, para volver a su infancia, y no se ha ido desde entonces, pintando y repintando su patio como Monet y sus nenúfares. "Sabía que quería escribir Tales from the Loop antes de siquiera escribir una palabra. Acabo de mejorar en la pintura. Mis ideas artísticas son exactamente las mismas que las de mi adolescencia. Siempre quise estar aquí. Trabajo mejor en lugares remotos: el autoaislamiento no es nada para mí. "

Cuando hablamos, no ha visitado Estocolmo en semanas. Le preocupa que las personas en su área, donde el mayor vector de enfermedades es la tienda local, no se estén tomando en serio la epidemia de coronavirus. "Da miedo. Ninguna nación en el mundo tiene la capacidad de lidiar con este tipo de sobrecarga. La peor parte es que si logramos aplanar la curva, la gente dirá que nosotros hemos reaccionado de forma exagerada. Si no lo hacemos, no hemos hecho lo suficiente. Tengo ganas de ver un partido de hockey, donde estás nervioso por todo qué está pasando. Qué extraño momento para estar vivo ".

Basado en Tales from the Loop por Simon Stålenhag. Fotografía: Simon & Schuster

En el libro como en el programa, una membrana delgada separa el mundo de los niños y el de los adultos, que tienen una mejor idea de lo que podría suceder en las profundidades del circuito. En una historia, el narrador alter ego de Stålenhag nos dice: “Se rumorea que estaban tratando de crear máquinas capaces de sentir y razonar. Aparentemente, han progresado; no pudieron evitar que los prototipos se escaparan repetidamente. En la siguiente historia, "una cosita triste y aceitosa" es encontrada nerviosamente por el niño-Stålenhag en el patio trasero; cuando su padre se va, "se fue en tres etapas".

Hay algo infantil en Stålenhag, que salta por la casa mostrándome pinturas. "No me siento como un adulto", dijo más tarde. "Amo a los niños porque no creo que sepan los secretos. Simplemente son bastante ajenos. Es importante que existan adultos, para que los niños permanezcan inconscientes, pero siempre me he sentido más comprensivo con los jóvenes porque tienen nuevos ojos. Los adolescentes tienen buenos detectores de mierda. Ser progresista y liberal significa estar listo para que la próxima generación te desafíe en tus tonterías. Es realmente importante escuchar a los jóvenes. No hay nada que odie más que los adultos cuyo único argumento es: "¡Respeta a tus mayores!". No por favor! "

Admira a su compatriota sueca Greta Thunberg y sus detractores lo desconciertan. "Ella no dice nada controvertido y le lavan el cerebro. Tendrías que estar loco para pensar eso".

Una pintura de Tales from the Loop. Fotografía: Simon & Schuster

Hablando con Stalenhåg, sientes que un brandon político está a punto de estallar. Pasa de la moral a la pornografía, de la publicidad al declive de la democracia y al conservadurismo que ve en su país. "Suecia es súper racista, porque es muy blanca. Nunca tuvimos que convivir con alguien diferente a nosotros, por lo que el racismo está en todas partes. Los políticos dicen: "No traigan a los refugiados, ayúdenlos en la frontera". Intentan justificar moralmente su pensamiento, pero no es así como funciona el sufrimiento humano. Si piensas "Nosotros en esta nación no tenemos obligación con aquellos este nación ", te suscribes a una idea simplista de la humanidad. Pero este es el mundo en el que vivimos. "

Sin embargo, parece alarmado por la sugerencia de que esta conciencia política es la razón por la cual la gente ve predicciones de nuestro futuro declive en sus pinturas. "Puede arruinar el arte de ser demasiado claro", dice.

Pero a la gente le encantó tu pintura de un ejército de colosales activos robo, Yo digo.

"¡No, no! No haría este tipo de arte en serio", protesta. "Esto no es interesante. La pintura no es intelectual para mí, es emocional. No tengo entrenamiento en arte, tengo experiencia. Cuando pinto, no lo analizo. "

Incluso con el programa ahora en el mundo, todavía parece sorprendido de que sus recuerdos de la infancia se hayan convertido en un proyecto de televisión. Le encanta el programa porque muchos lo desearán: es extraño, tranquilo y lento, especialmente para el de un productor estadounidense de gran presupuesto. "Realmente hubiera odiado ver una trama artificial traída a la vida, pero no había presión en el estudio para traer a un villano". Estoy muy feliz con eso ", dice.

Stålenhag no participó en la producción de la serie, pero pasó cinco días filmando en Canadá. "Me fui de aquí", dijo, señalando el paisaje plano de Suecia. "Volé 20 horas y llegué a un lugar que se ve exactamente igual. No mucho por tu dinero. "

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Odi et amo

di Francesca Rigotti, doppiozero.com, 31 marzo 2020

Ma che cosa è successo, non dovevamo odiarci tutti? Non eravamo immersi fino al collo nei discorsi d’odio, gli hate speeches che inondano tutto, dal web alle nostre bocche? Com’è che di fronte all’emergenza del virus siamo diventati improvvisamente buoni e buonisti, cantiamo e suoniamo insieme, ci abbracciamo virtualmente molto più di prima,…

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21 marzo 2020

odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.

nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

-catullo, carme 85.

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Per la stagione editoriale 2019/2020, la DiamonD EditricE dà il via ad un nuovo e significativo concorso letterario dedicato alla scrittura teatrale. Il dittico Odi et Amo esprime sentimenti potenti e opposti che però convivono allo stesso tempo nell’individuo. (more…)

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13th of March, 2020

"The One with V's Sister"

[REALLY LONG ONE. I got her back for a day, you best believe I'm savouring every single goddamn second.]

Shenanigans below the cut:

Another day, another ponytail. :-)

I dreamt with her again the night before. We were at this school event and I introduced her to my Dad. As they shook hands, Dad was wondering where he'd heard her name, then asked me if she was the one I always kept talking about. V just chuckled and said that I am her best student, but I never tell her stuff like that. Dream-me was probably blushing profusely.

Right. So. Morning. Bandana Friend and I were at the secretary's office to ask for something and lo and behold, there's V in her usual seat turned towards the door, hands glued to her phone, hair pulled back. I got really excited. I had two whole classes to drink in the sight, and I simply couldn't wait. "Whoop, there she is!" Bandana Friend told me. "Yeah, I saw her. And her hair is up!" We got excited, then remembered we said it loud enough that she could've heard. A laugh was had.

After that encounter, I was informed that we were to write a pretty important test in V's class that I didn't even know about. I tied my hair back as well, and spent the whole of my History class rather anxiously cramming anything and everything Grammar-related. Class ended, and my classmates were pleading with me to try and convince V to postpone the test a little, because she likes me. (It's not worth much, though. They say that about every teacher.) I told them that even though she does, she wouldn't listen to me, either. "There's no getting a plan out of that woman's head," I said.

Turns out, I was once again boo boo the fool. V decided to axe the test and have us write it a week later. I could've kissed her. I actually went: "MISS!" out loud from the surprise, hands thrown up in the air. And not only did she axe the test, she told us exactly what to expect and what we need to know, when we eventually DO write it. And, even though we'd previously discussed everything she mentioned, she took the time to go through everything once again, explain every important thing one by one. And she spoke English again! Okay, it was one word, when she brought up euphony, and said how everyone says German is a violent, angry language because of its phonetics, and brought up the classic "butterfly/Schmetterling" example I'm sure most of you are familiar with.

As she was talking about stylistic value, and how it can differ depending on the context, she brought up the very word she called me the last time we shared a walk, the one I translated as 'babydoll'. I immediately started smiling. Pleasant memories. And, as she went on, now talking paradoxes, she brought up the epigram I associate with her. Odi et amo. I looked away from her with a bittersweet smile. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. But the rest of the time, I couldn't keep my eyes away when I wasn't writing. There was always something to look at. Her hair, her eyes, her smile, her coffee mug necklace, her outfit and body (*cough* low-cut T-shirt *cough*) and basically everything. Cynical Twat (who no longer sits behind me) had his eyes on me for a while, while I was looking at her like she hung the stars. I think he's onto my ass. Fuck.

We also spoke about the other class in our year, as they came up. I asked V if they were ahead of us, as she said she keeps mixing up what she discussed with us and them, and she told me we were basically even at the moment. Then came the obvious question from Blond Boy in the Back: who does she like more? V was very reluctant to answer that, not wanting to generate tension between us, and only wound up saying that we were a lot more disciplined while the other bunch act more freely, and that she likes them and they'll mature someday. She also mentioned she has class with them in really unfortunate time slots and that not even the best class would want anything to do with her or her subject in 7th/8th period. I was about to protest, but I remembered it would be best not to. It's not like she'd respond, anyway.

Towards the end of class, we practised recognising different types of symbolism in poetry. There was this one about tree branches throwing black bouquets on the ground. I wondered what it meant — exactly until the very moment V asked us what it meant. That's when I realised it referred to shadows, and said it immediately. V didn't look at me, just pointed at me as she repeated my answer. She didn't have to reach far — she was standing right next to me. It was quite the common occurence in that very class, as she kind of alternated between standing at the board and by my side. Brb, gotta go get my tinfoil hat.

I also remember the two of us (ft. Comparison Boy I think, but mostly just V and me) having a short debate about whether or not this one famous poem was picture poetry or not. We were so persistent that V ended up telling us something along the lines of "Okay, it can be viewed as such, but technically, it isn't." Ha! Success :)

At the end of class, just to get a proper conversation out of her, I trotted up to her to ask if the definitions of metonymy and synecdoche I jotted down for myself after a bit of extra research were passable. She said that she'd word them a little differently, but technically, they were passable. Cool. End of story.

...at least I thought so. But more on that later.

She gave us back our earlier tests, one Grammar I fucked up here (I only got a B for it, my perfectionist ass can't take it), and the Literature one from here. A+. Huh. And, for once in her life, V actually signed a test! (I'm not exaggerating when I say I've never seen her signature in the past, nearly 2 years.) But what was best, is that when we looked at Debate Friend's test, couldn't finish her essay and barely wrote anything, under it stood, in red V-cursive: "I know you ran out of time." You guys, she gave her maximum points for it! We were full-on gushing when we saw it. Angels walk among us, I tell you.

Later, I had a splitting headache in (foreign) English, and told Curly Friend that I probably would suffer through my upcoming last class of the day if it wasn't going to be with V. I think I told her I always go to V's classes to catch a break. Not because they're easy, but because I can relax and listen to things I love hearing about, from a woman I love listening to. He told me that V was feeling pretty poorly, too (he had double class with her after she was with us), which surprised me. Aside from one story she told us about her dad (she mentioned both her parents today which she doesn't usually do), she was rather very smiley and energised from the very start of class with us. The only time I saw her be more serious was when I spoke to her after class. There was something about her eyes I noticed, but didn't think much into it. The usual sharp-cold fox eyes (I thought it through, they're more fox-like than cat-like), piercing right through the soul upon first glance. Now I realise how tired she must have been.

7th period Literature, aka where things genuinely started getting crazy. Whew. Here we go. Just before we actually got started, my homeroom teacher showed up and called V outside for a minute. You'll later see why. Then, class proceeded as usual. V set up everything, then put on a video about romanticism era here, at home. But, as per usual, V couldn't stop herself from making notes on the board and pausing the video to add her own commentary. Most of the time, she was crouching beside her laptop, with a complete disregard to me looking at her instead of the video whenever she did that. Once the video was over, she explained some things, her back against the board. She realised she got a whole person's name wrong, and, upon noticing she smudged the writing a little, she remarked "I hope I wiped the board with my hair again," and reached for her ponytail. I was laughing to myself. What do you mean again, love? My dearest, the train wreck.

Second video, about this play based on a queen's assassination in the medieval times. V said it was a tragedy, and asked us what a tragedy was. As I was trying to lace my thoughts together, I did notice that quick look she stole at me that basically said "Come on, Specs, you're the drama expert, say something or this is gonna get really awkward." Me and this other boy did manage to answer, though. After that, it was video time. V took a seat on an empty desk at the other side of the classroom, so she wouldn't block the view. Coincidentally, I had perfect view of both the screen and her. And that's where everything started getting mad.

She noticed. As I was watching her reactions, she turned to me and looked me in the eye before turning back to the video. And after that, though I didn't dare to look at her as much, most, if not all my gazes were returned. When the title character eventually stabbed the queen, she let out this extremely ridiculous scream straight out of a cartoon (well, they WERE cartoon silhouettes after all). I look at V, she looks back at me with this smile of "yeah, I know". Thing is, even in the next 'scene' with a trial, taking place presumably days later, the queen's body was still on the ground. I couldn't help myself, and asked "And they just left the queen there?" V burst into a grin as she looked at me to say "No!". This time last year, I used to get very Done™ looks for this kind of joke, and no verbal response at all. We're getting somewhere, ladies and gentlemen and enby people.

After the video ended, I actually raised my hand this once, to point something out. V was about to start speaking, but said "Yeah?" when she saw my hand up, dropping that train of thought immediately. I talked about how ironic it was that only the queen and her brother's silhouettes were black, and the rest of them were white. As I thought, it symbolised who were meant to be the good guys and the bad guys. I also brought up chess, which V agreed to, and I could see she was glad that there's someone who actively pays attention to detail.

I said it was mad before? Whoo, boy, then it's about to get insane.

Class ends, and V is packing. I was standing there anyway, so I thought I'd help a teensy bit, putting the projector cable away for her so she only had to deal with her laptop. I got a "Many thanks" for it when she noticed. And then. Oh, then. I'm standing beside her desk, not saying a goddamn word, and she, completely unprompted, starts talking to me about the play in depth. She didn't even call my name to get my attention, because she knew I'd be listening. (Been there, done that.) She told me that she finds the plot interesting, and as an adult, she can appreciate it, but the whole thing is written in such a dry and complicated way (she frowned saying this), that she can't help but have mixed opinions about it.

These are all things she mentioned in class before and needn't have repeated, but I was kinda glad she did. I let her talk, adding my own opinion whenever I felt like it, drinking in the fact that she wanted to talk to me specifically about it. I told her that as an actress, I find the characters interesting and I'd love to do this play because the plot really does sound interesting. The look she gave me... she looked me in the eyes, not a word said. It wasn't the fox eyes, it felt more like she was focused on me. There was a depth to it, a silent intensity. I have no idea what she could've been thinking, but I think she might have tried to imagine it. "We'll continue this on Tuesday." she told me, as the bell was about to ring. Lmao, as if.

But it didn't end there, oh, no. Sorry, you have to read a little longer. When she left the classroom, I realised: "Hold on there, V, I'm not done with you yet" and immediately went after her. She walked over to Art Friend, who was writing a test outside, at a nearby table, to check up on how she's doing. Me being me, as they finished talking, and more of my friends started to gather around, I decided to check up on how V's doing. And — you guys aren't going to believe this —, for once, she didn't ignore me asking her how she was! She said that even though she wasn't a hundred percent well, she was doing fine. She didn't plan on not being at school on Tuesday, but life got in the way. (She even explained how, we goin' personal in here.) She didn't say anything when I told her to take care of herself, but I didn't really expect her to.

(From here, our topics might not be in chronological order, because I literally don't remember how it happened.)

There we were, on opposite sides of that table, facing each other directly. "Is the weather changing again, Miss? Is that why my head is splitting apart?" I asked her, thinking adults always know about the weather anyway. "Maybe. Or you're just sick and we're all going to die." she told me as she was putting stuff into her laptop bag. "Oh, great. Bright future you're predicting for me, Miss, thank you." I responded, somewhere along the lines of this. I don't remember the exact thing. "We're all going to die one day, aren't we?" "Well, yeah..." "Just think about all the times we could've died as children..." Bright and optimistic topic in the middle of a goddamn pandemic, courtesy of our very own Miss V. But me and Debate Friend chimed right in with our stories anyway. If there are two people who are ride-or-die with V's weird shit, it's us.

I remembered what happened the previous day, Comparison Boy calling me by her name. "[Art Friend], should I tell her about [Comparison Boy and co.]?" I asked my friend out loud, because I know V absolutely hates not knowing stuff. "Oh, Lord, what happened?" V asked immediately, both elbows on the table, watching curiously. See? This is why I adore teasing her. It's the reaction. "Long story short, they don't call me by my name anymore." I said, not daring to look up at her, no matter how coy I was being. Inside, I was still afraid of what she'd say to being compared to me. "Whose, then?" No going back. "Well, yours, Miss." I admitted. Immediately, I heard a "No." of disbelief, and there we were, both of us grinning at the accusations and me talking about how different we are on the inside. "[Curly Friend] found me with his theory, too." V told me, and now I was the one not believing her. I couldn't believe he told her! "What theory?" Art Friend asked. V seemed to have a hard time putting it into words so I helped out. "That she is me 10 years into the future." Yup. That's an actual theory he has. V looked a little... not withdrawn, even though she was leaning away from the table, but... awkward? But to be honest, we both were. "[Curly Friend] is nice, I like him, but if only he had this much creativity for studying..." V said, to close the topic off. Bwahaha.

At some point, my homeroom teacher came over to us when she saw us chatting, giving V's shoulder a little stroke as she walked past behind her to get next to her. I saw V crack a smile, this little, but very pleased one. Theirs is an unlikely friendship, but I stan it so much. She asked V about how Blond Boy in the Back was doing, as he was quite pale, and V said she noticed (she even asked him if he was alright) but nothing really extreme happened. After all the times he'd disrespected her, it's amazing how much V still cares about him. Then, my homeroom teacher mentioned a potential new teacher who might be coming soon (not anymore I guess lmao) and I burst into a fed-up "Again?". We all know what happened last time, after all. V grinned and muttered a half-impressed, half-unbelieving "She says 'Again?'..." to herself.

Art Friend brought up a British actor, but didn't know his name. (I couldn't guess she was talking about James McAvoy until she said His Dark Materials.) She said she was handsome, and V immediately said "I think I know who you're thinking about, and he's not that handsome." I was fully hollering. It was a shorter-lived convo bit, but V mentioned that she cries at every little thing. Now, that's an exaggeration right there, Miss. Also, I'm not entirely sure it was at this point, but sometime during the conversation, I nearly reached out and took her hand as a comforting gesture after something that was said, but stopped myself as soon as my hand moved. I couldn't do that. I had to know my place.

You know what I'm going to miss most about seeing V face-to-face? Her incredibly telling eyes, that speak for her every given minute. This whole conversation through, she was looking at us with this soft, crinkled-up-to-the-point-they're-half-closed eyes, the look a mixture of bliss and calmness... maybe even pride at a push. She looked like there genuinely wasn't anything she'd rather do in that very moment, but talk to us. She is an angel, let me tell you. I don't deserve her.

When she eventually got going, Debate Friend ran ahead (I gave her a Done™ look for a joke and she just bolted off), while V and I walked together. "Are [Curly Friend] and [Debate Friend] related by any chance?" she asked me. "Same hair, same smile, similar personality..." "Well, if we can be compared, so can they." I smiled back. Then something happened I didn't and couldn't account for. Debate Friend shot back, though I don't exactly remember how she worded it, that V and I could be related as well. And I mentally took a deep breath, fully aware of the risk I was taking, and exclaimed, grinning:

"I have an older sister! I've always wanted a sister!"

I can't possibly begin to comprehend that smile. She didn't say anything, but she closed her eyes and her lips pulled up into this really bright smile, something like this emoji: 😊, discount the blush. It went through my mind later that she did it because she was annoyed with me or thought me stupid and she was trying to mask it, then I remembered... it's V. She wouldn't do that, couldn't pretend if she tried. So that leaves us with one explanation: she was glad I said that. She actually liked me saying that and didn't mind being called my sister. I still don't believe it. It was the same smile as the one she said that "Oh, come on!" with on Wednesday, so she might even have been... flattered? Impossible.

Once she called out Debate Friend for addressing a teacher by her last name only, no honorific, she walked away and out of sight, smiling and waving goodbye to us. And that was the last time I saw her in the flesh — possibly for a very long time.

Later that day, I mentioned her and how much she helped me to my psychologist, who used to work in my school a while back. Last time I was there and I spoke about her, she didn't remember V, but now she was fully aware who I was talking about, if a bit surprised. "I never would've thought she is so... sentimental," she said. Me neither, doc. Honestly, me neither. But here we are. She was glad I found someone who helps me this much and I wholeheartedly agreed. How could I not?

It's been a little over a week since all this happened. Online school is kicking my ass, but I'll be fine. I have her. Still... I miss school a lot. I miss hugging my friends and doodling in classes and the thrill of scanning the corridors for a glimpse of a certain Miss V walking past. Here's to hoping it gets better soon. Until then, all of you take care, stay safe and stay home.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

[whats-the-story-tc]

17th of January, 2020

"The One with the Epigram and the Heartache"

Okay, okay, I'm cheating. It's already 1 AM where I am. (That rhymed.) Yet considering I'm but a mere cryptid who plugs herself into the wall to charge overnight, here we go.

6:45 AM. I'm barely awake, checking my friends' group chat messages, when my eyes stop on two particular words—"Grammar's cancelled." And there was a pang in my chest, even though I expected it. Everything seemed to slow down, I struggled to get ready, and only half paid attention to the Geography notes I was reading during breakfast. I jokingly wrote to my friends "What is it worth being there then?". But thing is, my dramatic ass really didn't know.

I drag myself in, continue reading my notes with the face of someone who just saw their dog get run over by a truck multiple times over. Pocketwatch Friend asked me what was up, and because I really didn't want to say it out loud, I typed the following into my phone: "Odi et amo—That's my problem." Once I translated what odi et amo means, she immediately got it. I swear to God when she hugged me, I nearly burst into tears. Meanwhile, just like here, the problem wasn't V, or, in this case, V's absence. She was just the catalyst to my exhaustion and bottled-up emotions. Wrong place, wrong time, without even being physically there.

School day ends, and I'm feeling better. Yet, as I walk home, I think of her, and my stomach sinks. It shouldn't ever be this intense, I think. I should step back, but I don't want to, I think. Odi et amo, quare id faciam fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior., I think. Then it's time to get myself together. Training in fifteen minutes, and I have at least 10 kids under my care as assitant coach. Can't afford to fall apart.

In the morning, I physically turned my head away from her picture on the wall among the past seniors' and their teachers' photos so I wouldn't look. So I wouldn't miss her more. When I went back before training to fetch my shoes from my locker, I slowed down before the picture, and shot it a sad little smile.

Is she in on Monday? Fuck if I know. We'll see. But me and my melancholy are going to bed now. I'm falling asleep typing. If she shows up in my dreams, I swear to God I'll-----

I'll just make a sappy diary entry about it that I will later read and not at all recognise myself in it.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]