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A Message to the People of Buenos Aires…

… and particularly those who travel to work on bus 92.

1.

Cold air doesn’t make you sick. Neither does cold air in motion. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a purveyor of superstition and if you have any doubts about the matter then just ask yourself how normal life is possible in cities where the winter weather is much more severe than here. If the popular porteño folk belief that holds exposure to air at a temperature anything less than summer hot  to be bad for one’s health  were true then there wouldn’t be a soul alive in Argentina south of the Río Negro, would there?

I should also say that it ill becomes healthy adults to be whining about the “extreme cold” and wrapping themselves in multiple layers of wool and gore-tex when the mercury is still very much in positive territory.

2.

Sealing yourself inside a glass and metal box with 50 or so other human beings is an excellent way to propagate infection. After every cough and sneeze all that virus hangs in the air just waiting for the rest of us to breathe it in. If there was a bit of ventilation the charge of virus-laden droplets in the air would be  considerably dissipated.

And, before you even mention it, I have to say that the answer is “no”. The periodic opening and shutting of the doors to let passengers on and off isn’t sufficient to provide adequate ventilation. In the first place because, even in Buenos Aires, the doors are normally opened when the bus is stationary so there’s no through flow of air and in the second place because at rush hour the time lag between stops can be excruciatingly long.

3.

So, bearing in mind the foregoing points, please open a couple of windows  on the 92 at rush hour. Even if you don’t wish to do so yourself at least you could refrain from acting the gobshite  and slamming shut the window that has been opened 2 cm  by another passenger.

Guille, 06/01/2002 – 21/04/2009

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SIWARD
Then he is dead?
ROSS
Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 8

The Perils of Bebo

I was messing around with Bebo yesterday afternoon and not thinking of what I was doing. On returning home from the pictures last night I could see from the state of my mailbox that I had inadvertently sent an invitation to my entire yahoo address book, 700+ people.    :=((((

Apologies to all.

If you were kind enough to accept the invitation you should know that while I’ll keep an eye on Bebo I intend to stick to Facebook as my main social networking site.

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We went to the Korean national day do at the embassy on Friday night. It was my first time at such an event and something that struck me was the huge difference between what was being worn by males like me; black shoes, nondescript  dark jacket, shirt and tie, or a dull suit, and what the numerous military attaches present were wearing; yards of gold cord, racks of multicolured medal badges, rows of shining military speciality pins, loads of trousers with brightly coloured stripes down the sides etc etc.

Could it be that they, having proven their invincible heterosexuality by being in the military, can feel relaxed in gear like this, while the rest of us want to prove how hard we are by rejecting foppish display?

A Un Cierto Nivel De Vida…

Encontarse en posesion de la verdad es suficiente para justificar el derecho a un cierto nivel de vida.

Walter Benjamin, citado por Gershom Scholem en Walter Benjamin, Historia de una Amistad. p90

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