Today the rant is about another recurring event. People who keep asking me if I am still in Brazil. Um. Where was it unclear that I am starting a company here, which in no rational world could mean I would be back to the states in under 6 months. Or am I missing something?
These guys keep rocking. Really.
I just spent 3 days in Buenos Aires. I was not a big fan of the city itself, though I can see how with more time there you could find lots of cafes, restaurants and generally places to hang out and take the city in. But as far as sights or a general charm to the place, I did not really see it.
The flip side was having a really good host who showed me a great time and revived my faith in people at large. It is always refreshing to find someone who is genuinely good and generous and concerned with the world and its vices.
In that sense, I think the city (and perhaps even the country) has a palpable intellectuality above Brazil. Which is a good change of scenery. Sometimes it is frustrating here to not be able to find people that are more intellectually curious. That’s not to say it doesn’t exist, but perhaps it is just harder to find or less evident.
A strange thing has been happening lately. I am wondering far too often whether people I meet are only interested in being my “friends” because of what I now do for a living. You hear celebrities and other well-known people always talking about such things. Seems so self involved and self important. But, I am wondering how you deal with that. How can you know when someone is genuine and likes you for you. Not because they think maybe you are good to keep around so that when you are really running a movie studio they can somehow get into the glamour and glory of it all. It’s a strange thing. But as usual, I think too much. My eternal burden.
To anyone who was wondering where the awesome choral version of “Creep” currently playing in the trailer of “The Social Network” this link talks about the group, Scala, and the project, which is based in Belgium. They really kick ass.