High Fidelity

“What came first? The music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns and watching violent videos, we’re scared that some sort of culture of violence is taking them over…. But nobody worries about kids listening to thousands — literally thousands — of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable, or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?” this litany from High Fidelity‘s main character Rob (John Cusack) immediately struck a nerve and so I continued watching.

Why am I watching the equivalent of a guy’s chick flick? See, I was reading Wander Girl by Tweet Sering, a passing acquaintance back in college. At one point, I was amused by the book’s lead character Hilda’s (or is it also Tweet’s?) obsession with John Cusack. Later in the afternoon, as I was browsing my sister’s video collection, I saw High Fidelity. I remembered that it has John Cusack in it and so I decided to watch it. I’m glad I did. In fact, I wish I had discovered the movie earlier.

As I said, the movie is a guy equivalent of a chick flick. Not to say it’s bad, quite the contrary. In fact, it’s almost a revelation: a lesson on things I should have known and a reminder of things I have forgotten. Rob is going through his nth break up and he was wondering why this is so. So he goes talk to all his previous girlfriends to ask why. In the process revealing the stupid things we men do, the stupid things we say, the things we don’t do and should have done. How we analyze things too much. How we are concerned with the wrong things. And so much more. All this is done in a light, humorous, and quite entertaining manner by Rob.

I could see why the obsession with John Cusack.

Rating: 3/5

Notebook Malfunction

Encountered a malfunction with my new Thinkpad T60. When I got to work this morning, I plugged it in and opened the lid. Normally, this should wake it up from standby mode. Nothing. So I pressed on the power button to power it down. Nothing. I unplugged it, removed and reinstalled the battery, plugged it back in and pressed the power button. It started up and started making beeping sounds. Not good. Jon and I thought it’s a memory issue, so I opened the notebook up, removed and reinstalled the memory but to no avail. I called up the supplier and they, to their credit, immediately sent in a technician to fix it. Apparently I didn’t try hard enough, because it turned out that a loose memory module was indeed the culprit. How it got loose (bumps? vibrations?) I don’t know. I certainly expected more robustness from a notebook and a Thinkpad to boot. Is this a deterioration of quality due to the handover by IBM to Lenovo? I certainly hope not.

Casablanca

Casablanca is one of those classic movies everybody loves. It is essentially about a love triangle. Rick was living a perhaps discontented but relatively peaceful life running a bar in Casablanca. That tranquility was shattered when Ilsa, a women he hoped to never see again, walked in his bar along with her husband Viktor. They need a way to get away from the Nazis and Rick has the means to make that happen. Torn between conflicting emotions he must make a decision. In the end, he makes a decision that reveals his true nature. It is no happy ending. But that’s fine since it’s how things go in real life anyway.

Rating: 5/5

Escape

Let’s walk away together
Away from this madness
Brought not about by us

Let’s walk away together
Into the distant horizon
Where the sun sets

Let’s walk away together
Leave everything behind
Just you and I

I Get Knocked Down… Again

It’s definitely the daing na bangus. Less than a month after getting downed by either food poisoning or allergy reaction, I get downed again. This time after again eating daing na bangus for lunch. The same symptoms appeared: my pulse started racing, then the throbbing headache, then the fever, and finally red splotches showed up all over my torso, legs, arms, and face. Again I had to make an emergency exit from work to recover at home. But looking at the bright side, at least I’m now sure what causes it. No more of that crap from now on.

UPDATE: It looks like food poisoning since one of the officemates I had lunch with had exactly the same symptoms. I looked up the symptoms my officemate and I suffered from and I got this: scombroid fish poisoning.