El tema de Meseta «Los chicos».
El poema «Preparativos», de Gerardo Deniz.
«Me preocupa (entre otras quisicosas) pensar,
ahora que me quede ciego,
qué voy a hacer con la mesa de billar que traigo dentro de la cabeza
cuando rueden por ella
(y a oscuras)
cisticercos, pezones lisos como caramelos chupados,
canicas, avellanas, vólvoces (gónadas), burbujas de chicle, oes
y hasta una que otra piedra de la locura.
(No) vamos a ver qué pasa»
El artículo de Tess McNulty para Harper´s Magazine «Both sides now» sobre la toxicidad de las ligas de debate en los Estados Unidos.
«In my first year on the circuit, I learned to spread and did decently well. I won most of my rounds, not that I could tell you how I did it. I experienced each one as a swirling chaos from which—thanks to quick thinking or basic competence—I typically emerged triumphant. But during the summer after my sophomore year, while I was attending a debate camp, something clicked. As if touched by the divine, I began to debate rounds with a sense of clarity that showed me what I needed to do to win.
Back on the circuit, I found that I couldn’t lose. More precisely, I couldn’t lose preliminary rounds: the first six of a tournament that determined which debaters would advance to elimination rounds. According to the Bronx Science coach Jon Cruz—the circuit’s self-appointed impresario—only one person had ever won more preliminary rounds in a row, and I would soon beat that record. “I broke the streak!” teenage boys yelled victoriously as they burst out of preliminary rounds with me, convinced they would be awarded the win. I would smile serenely, waiting for the judge’s decision to reveal that they were wrong.
Successful circuit debaters were treated as celebrities, and I learned for the first time what it felt like to sit atop a social hierarchy. When I walked into a room or down a hallway, other debaters would point and whisper. Someone coined a piece of circuit jargon—“shadow-flowing”—for one of my maneuvers: taking notes with both hands at once (or at least appearing to) at high speeds. This, I imagined, was how the popular kids at my high school must have felt.»
La obra de «Particles and solar systems #2» de Jeremy Price.
El videoblog pionero Qué vida más triste que, por alguna razón, he estado revisando en estos últimos días. Serie que, por cierto, también se emitía los domingos de resaca.