Un trazo azul en el patchwork verdiamarillo

[Post invitado: por R.A., editora en jefe de 'Andaduras asimétricas']


A tiempo para que todos los habitantes del pueblo, residentes o visitantes de temporada, pudieran proceder a estrenarla, el pasado sábado 31 de julio se inauguraba en Tébar (Cuenca) la nueva piscina municipal. En tiempos de penuria presupuestaria de las corporaciones locales, es muy de agradecer que la alcaldesa de la localidad manchega lograra cumplir los plazos de entrega establecidos tras un asombroso acelerón final -nadie que hubiera visto el estado de las obras apenas un mes antes podría haber apostado por tan rápida inauguración. Es cierto que todavía no esta plantado el césped que rodeará el precioso vaso de 25 x 12.5 m, y que la aledaña piscina para niños tendrá que esperar aún cierto tiempo hasta hacerse realidad, pero la calidad de vida en el pueblo ha mejorado sensiblemente gracias a la nueva instalación deportiva y de ocio.

Por seguir el tópico -en este caso real como la vida misma-, diariamente se dan cita en ella niños y mayores de todas las edades, para tomar el sol o para hacer un poco de ejercicio, para disfrutar del fantástico paisaje de campo abierto o para paladear unas cervecitas en el chiringuito de la instalación (todavía temporal y un poco precario, pero el año que viene será mejor). Y el no saber nadar ya no es excusa para no visitarla: se ha diseñado un doble turno matinal y vespertino de clases de natación para que tod@s aquell@s que hasta ahora no tuvieron ocasión puedan aprovechar para aprender, que nunca es tarde, y más si puede hacerse en compañía de vecin@s y amig@s.

Pese a lo que dicen las malas lenguas, no hay elecciones municipales a la vista en Tébar. Y tampoco son ciertas las habladurías que afirman que la alcaldesa ha emprendido tras la inauguración unas largas vacaciones con destino desconocido para esquivar la avalancha de sugerencias y peticiones de nuevas infraestructuras para la localidad tras el éxito de la piscina - que por cierto, carece de nombre. Con nombre o sin él, la piscina de Tébar es de lejos la mejor de la comarca. Estáis tod@s invitad@s a comprobarlo, pero tendréis que apresuraros porque, salvo cambios de última hora, la fecha de cierre de las instalaciones para este verano es el próximo martes 31 de agosto!

Searching for image patterns

Just like anybody else these days, I've become a compulsive user of web browsers for locating that piece of information I need to know in this particular minute. Due however to professional profile and miscellaneous personal interests, my searching gets usually quite ellaborate (probably like anyone else's after all, these days). But no matter how complicated the query gets (to some extent), I still keep being supplied accurate answers and suggestions: say I suddenly feel the urge to know current European record holder for the 1500 m freestyle swimming while I'm watching the race in Budapest? Wikipedia will tell me before the race leader hits next wall. I want to know what Jeff Spender's precise words were at Ray Bradbury's 'The martian chronicles'? There's wikipedia once again hinting the right lines. I vaguely remember there was a woman, a humble merchant in Genoa, who spent her whole lifetime saving, a penny here a penny there, for having her favourite sculptor carve her statue for placing it at her tomb in Genovese Staglieno cemetery once she died? Google will give me her name and a photograph of both her statue and tomb inscription - even if I won't be able to remember what the local Molly Malone's actual trade was - nor much less her name!! (that one did actually bring tears into my eyes).

It's a matter of building up the right query, my non-believer friends will tell me. Right. It is. And still - it got so damned perfectioned lately it actually makes you shiver out of sheer thrill (leave aside controversial issues just for a minute).

I'm amazed alright. But I need yet a step further. I deal with images quite a lot (logos, pictures, film scenes, that kind of stuff) and I want to be able to search for them through their patterns - this or that particular detail in them. Tagging's a step in the right direction -there's my non-believer folks again- but tagging's miles away from what I'd like. It's as far away as a baby's dear mumbling can be from a classroom lecture (a good one, that is).

Take for instance this network named CLARA. CLARA is a Latin American organisation of education, innovation and research-focused national IT networks (quite a breakthrough by the way). But let's imagine -shame on me- I meet some new lady and I forget Clara's actual name - there's still that lovely tracing in its logo I can't possibly forget while I live. Just an ondulating red line - praise graphic designers. But you can't query that kind of information in a browser, or at
least not yet. And tagging... well tagging might do if we had the right tagging codes - and that's what I'd like to discuss here.

I'm sure there's quite a bunch of computer masterminds currently tackling this issue at proper places (say Pixar for instance). There's possibly some kind of beta version already running somewhere -its use likely to be nevertheless restricted to graphic design professionals and experts for the time being (we may have to learn some new tagging language in the future same way we learned html in the past). Well here are some ideas I keep chewing at every now and then:

• Some AutoCAD-layer-system-like description scheme for images: wouldn't that help?


• Image processing much harder than text or some link-based algorithm: pictures are so terribly -deliciously- complicated!


• Keep thinking of holography as a means for moving forward


• I want my summer pictures indexed in my local drive so I won't have to search for hours (yeah, proper file titling would have helped had I done it at the right time...): "remember that church at the side in the background of that picture we had taken at [fill in the right place]?"


• What an awfully difficult challenge it seems to be - and how unbelievably beautiful too!

Parking in the city

Not too many houses are built these days without an underground parking area for residents to leave their cars at. Those who don't have that privilege do probably own a local resident card (don't ask me what colour it is - green and white?) which will give them a free park at streets nearby (how close I don't know either, there must be some regulation on curb colours and distances I've lived very happily not knowing about till now).

There is however an increasingly small bunch of poor devils who live in rented flats and do not officially belong there (the problem with frequent change of address and avoiding the mess of renewing the whole set of documents, accounts, etc) but somewhere else (maybe not even in town). Those ones should be wise enough not to own any kind of vehicle that needs a parking lot. In case they are not that wise or lucky, and aren't willing to pour a daily waterfall of coins into the parking posts for getting the right to park at some street in the neighbourhood, well then they're in trouble.



Summertime's no particular good season for the go-betweens (as that's usually their only choice), as the commuting between free parking areas in town and their homes will often be taken both at lunchtime and under a ruthless sun.


The poor devil's bless has arrived however: there's no charge for parking at the city streets in August, whatever their colour! (well at least along the afternoon). Hope the regulation won't harm the not too well treated collective of parking surveillance workers, but I know about at least one lad who will be able to have lunch half an hour before he did in July - and may not need to take a shower first!

Who said staying in town for the summer is a curse?

Three must-sees for summer 2010

Here's some good summer news for our fire-proofed souls to survive the horrid heat: three splendid films have hit (sneaked in might rather be said given the fairly discrete welcome in terms of audiences) the local screens along the first half of this summer. Even if three's a crowd, it's clearly too low a number for me daring to mention the word trend, but these pictures do certainly share a common approach to their stories and the way of telling them: small, unpretentious arguments with outstanding performances supporting deeply humanistic stories very hard to attach to a certain nationality. It seems like -yet another- golden age for European independent cinema. Have an example of the multi-nationalily feature, from that of clearest adscription to the absolute mélange: there is a French film that might well be Italian or even Swiss, then an Irish-Dutch film (such an unexpected alliance!) written & directed by a Dutch filmmaker of Polish origin and finally a British-French film on multicultural bridges directed by an Algerian-born Frenchman. And the three of them are simply brilliant pieces of a growing jigsaw that reflects the complex reality of contemporary European society and its concerns. Know what's best about it all? There's still the second half to arrive, and some more outstanding operas seem to be yet in store!

A couple of citations/images from these pictures follow - quite unlike Wikipedia (noticed the great, I'd say lightning-speed-growing collection of film entries in the reference dictionary of our time? more good news alright!), one was never too fond of plot descriptions, but rather a fan of resemblances and impressions (quite harder to communicate or google for however):

• The view on the sky and the sea from the house on top of the mountain
• The scene at the man's home at the start of the film after the woman finds out about her cheating husband
• The sympathetic Italian policemen on foot requesting passports to be shown at the walking path through the Alps
• The touching dialogue with the Italian couple after the rescue at sea
• The crazy (and wise) musician father obsessed with christianism and guilt

• A scent of ‘Sans toit ni loi’ so many years after – and in such different social circumstances indeed!
• "Talent knows where to stop"
• Music as the film third leading character (“Rubber room” as ironic counterpart to the educated lieder)
• "Make it stop" and the couple walking (or rather stumbling) along the deserted road in the windy dawn at the countryside (credit goes to the débutant photographer)
• "Ours is not to struggle for tiresome perfection" - goes the brilliant reply
• The seaweed - didn't it also make you think of 'The field' and Richard Harris?
• Those final, caracteristically Mediterranean staircases – where were those recorded?
  
  
  



• The picture of the still-standing, stone-faced man with the paper covered in blood (gracefully not appearing in the film)
• The sober yet helpful butcher downstairs - "I just mind my own businesses you know"
• A peaceful neighbourood. A linked community – bonds and the people who work for keeping them alive
• The muslim policeman and the sweet woman at the counter telling about missing people
• The music (Armand Amar)

EU Media Programme for promotion of European film production and distribution should be credited as well for such a flourishing – long live successful initiatives for keeping the business going in difficult times.