I always say that I’m not a fan boy, but this time i have to recognize I do have a favorite movie; Stalker from the director Andrei Tarkovsky filimied in 1979, this is a science fiction movie written by the brothers Strugastky in his novel “Roadside picnic”. This movie isn’t a typically science fiction movie, because, it’s a Russian film at the edge of the western culture and that’s why  the film distinguished from the typical esthetic  of the science fiction’s films going to a more poetical and deep esthetic. The films is situated in a  post nuclear apocalyptic context, a hostile land filmed in sepia in which  one the “visiting” has happened and let beside it a mysterious place full of traps that will never be the same; “the zone”. In the move we have three main character, one of them is the Stalker, the one who knows the zone and the only one that can enter and exit alive from there, that’s why the other characters (the poet and the physics) want him to enter in the zone and do odds things that I can’t tell because I will destroy the myster.

Piere Bourdieu

How i was saying, i'm not a grupie guy of non-one but i can recognize the great people in all his dimensions  Piere Bourdieu is the man, at least for me, becouse he introduce me in the sociolgy like a fatal discipline, like a battle field or a marcial art, and I think that is important to follow contemporany people in the intelectual media. Piere Bourdieu is one of the greatest contemporany sociologyst in france, he is dead but his work is still alive. He born in southern France on 1 August 1930, in a rural world far of the intelectual Paris in the decline of his life, that diference was a main subjet of his work and thats is wat inspired me to get into the education sistem subjet emphasized how social classes, especially the ruling and intellectual classes, preserve their social privileges across generations despite the myth that contemporary post-industrial society boasts equality of opportunity and high social mobility, achieved through formal education in his book "Homo Academicus" and "The inheritors: French Students and their relation to culture".

            

My favorite picture is a picture taken by Jonas Bendiksen in his work of Russia and the forgotten places of the ex URSS, this picture is the cover of his book “Satellites: Photographs of the Former Soviet Union, 2006”. Jonas Bendiksen is a Norwegian photographer and journalist that travels around the world taking pictures of isolated communities, he became fascinated by the history of the rupture of the Sovietic Union a process that seems still going on, he wants to express the life of "real people living a phantom existence” in his words, some of these territories don’t appear in the map yet, and still the people don’t figure out what  their identities as a nation is, they still struggle to get their own identities that was removed and substituted long time ago. In this picture we can see two farmers on a fallen rocket in the middle of the farm, surrounded by butterflies. 

Last month in the “Diario Electrónico” of the radio of university of Chile, Sohad Houssein wrote a article about “Kidzania” a park for childrens of forty nine thousand square meters focus in a “educational” propose; steaching the children playing to be adults. The park involve the kids in a economical system of work, bank transactions, roles of power, and consume. But the aspect more shocking of this new is the fact that the service provide by the “game” are not anonymous service quite the opposite is a real show of publicity make it by the big corporations in Chile, in words of Shoad Houssein "the marks are generating catch clients in a long therm” this is a round investment that keep in time, because they are teaching the kids to live a life on a establishment consume and forms of be, the subconsciousness of the kid will associate the joy of the game whit the consume of a the marks representated in the park. To make things worst, there is a lot of problem with the “resident meetings” of “las Condes” and the sell of a part of the park  “Araucano” by the municipality, and the vials problems that this atrocity will make. 

Friends.

When you get old, and a birthday is not the same that it used to be, you get in count that people surrounding you for long time without your noticing, you just grow up with them and is so natural that we never say we are friends to each other. I have a very consolidated group of friends, we know each other since we were teens in the school, we usually play music together and we have a lot of projects, I have one with Drago and Matias and it's going so well that one day we will live out of the project and form a record label.  Our best moment together was when we traveled hitch-hiking to the south, and we got to “Laja” then we walked a lot under the sun to finally arrive in precious river of sweet water full of shrimps, we spent so much time doing nothing in the water and resting that the time suddenly became unreal, changed, something odd.

I really don't know the difference between the non technological things and the technological ones, usually people tend to call all new things in the merchandising "technologic", but in fact; there isn't anything new in the digital era craps, all the "new stuff" follows no research and scientific way of progress, quite the opposite, they follow the markets rules and the publicity’s dogmas of a self made necessity based in a vertiginous conception of the present and the famous planned obsolescence that makes us produce a substantially amount of crap to earth. In this way my objection lead me to choose a particular piece of technology, that is environment friendly and save me a lot of money in the university life; the kindle is a ebook reader that allow me to keep concentrate in my lectures whit out any distraction that the personal computer have.

My (non)Favorite artist.

I really don’t have a favorite artist, I hate the “fan boys” crew of whatever, our times are not the times for idols or heroes. But this guy attracts my attention at the first moment, his video and his odd beat bring me to a place forgiven and forbidden in my mind; he releases all kind of rudes wraith of loathing; and ironicaly he laughs at himself evilness. The lyric of “Yonkers” show us a struggle mind full of paradox and diseases: "I just want to know if my father would ever like me/ But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me/ A motherfuckin’ Goblin”. And the principal reason why i love this guy is because he does whatever he want and he hate bruno mars to “And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus/And won't stop until the cops come in”.