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This is a calling card, maybe it will be a farewell note

Don’t laugh at me. I’ve been watching the Batman movies in chronological order. I said don’t laugh at me.

It’s been a slower process than expected since I’ve been so absurdly busy the last few days, but I’m making my way through them. Of course, the Nolan films are pretty fresh in my memory so I’m not in any sort of hurry to get to them. Two things immediately came to mind upon watching the two Burton films: Holy shit, these are much better than I remember– and holy SHIT, Batman Returns is much much better than I remember.

After Nolan’s wonderful movies, it’s easy to write off everything that came before it as campy and ridiculous, and a lot of it is– certainly the Schumacher movies fall within those categories– but I had almost completely forgotten how relentlessly strange and dark and film noir these Burton films are. “Batman Returns” in particular floored me. I loved the winter-y feel to it, the characterization of the Penguin, the Roach subplot– a genuine Dickensian nightmare. Catwoman’s “origin” story was a little heavy-handed but Michelle Pfeiffer’s performance more than made up for it. Just the right amount of classic childlike wonder and macabre strangeness. A really fun movie, a lot better than I remembered it.

Also, is it wrong that I bewail a lost iPod more than the crumbling of a relationship? It probably is, right?

In other news; my mom is here to visit. Yes, my mom is back in Buenos Aires. I won’t lie, as much of a relief as it is to have her here and as fun it is to take her around and introduce her to all of my friends… seeing her step into the strangeness that has been my life as of late is a little off-putting. She seems a little misplaced, a little out of context. It’s still been really awesome showing her around. I brought her into the office and introduced her to a bunch of people. I’m taking her to dinner with a few friends tonight. She’s sure to embarrass me with childhood stories I’ve no recollection of. I’m fine with that.

And I get a huge kick out of this.

Yes. “Aww” is what you’re thinking of.


The Late, Great Jimmy Lopez

It would’ve been my grandfather Jaime’s birthday today.

Seen here on the far right, singing, my grandfather was a vocalist for a big-time Colombian jazz/dance band back in the day. He also used to run one of the hottest nightclubs in Bogotá. These were all things I learned after his passing. In my time with him, he was just this larger-than-life source of cheer and wisdom.

My life would’ve been radically different if it wasn’t for him. He put the love of music in me. He was with me during some of the most significant moments during my formative years. He was a great man– flawed, but with great resilience and character. He was one of the most kindhearted people ever, and taught me so much about music and life in general. We used to be inseparable. We made a great team.

He died when I was 10. I remember hearing the phone conversation my dad was having with my grandmother about it, when they still hadn’t told me about his passing. I remember rushing upstairs and trying to convince myself that they must’ve been talking about somebody else as I tried to force myself to sleep. I still miss him terribly.

Right now I’m listening to one of his favorite songs, “I’ve Got You Under My Skin”, and remembering.


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