Read John Scalzi’s Head On, which is set in the same future America as Lock In, involving again the Halden syndrome patients forced to live by remotely operating robots (threeps) and introducing an extreme form of American football adapted to these patients, since they cannot be injured when their threep is. (Not as in the terrible 1975 dystopic Rollerball, which was supposedly taking place in… 2018!). The two main FBI detectives are the same as in Lock In, with great and funny dialogues but with mostly dialogues!, and a surprising disregard for team work and reporting to their hierarchy. My conclusion of the review of Lock In thus stands:
“the Halden detective conveniently happens to be the son of a very influential ex-basketball-player and hence to meet all the characters involved in the plot. This is pleasant but somewhat thin with a limited number of players considering the issues at stake and a rather artificial ending.”
Starting to cook a matcha rice pudding as an experiment, which proved successful in keeping both the matcha taste ad the rice pudding texture, and in lowering considerably the input of sugar [from which I must shy] in the recipe. (In all honesty, I actually used an organic substitute to matcha, grown and made in China!)
Found out while going to a repair shop for a brake replacement that my second bike (the one that I can leave locked in the street for a few hours!) was in such a bad state that I should not drive it. The wheels had indeed lost most of their material at the level of the brakes, due to alien, abrasive, material getting stuck inside the brake pads. My nearby repair shop was clearly uninterested in repairing a cheap, ten year old, bike and gave me a quote that was larger than my original purchase amount. I thus found a Décathlon store nearby PariSanté campus and brought back a new wheel attached to my backpack, which proved more manageable than dreaded!
Watched in the nearby cinema A Man (ある男) by Kei Ishikawa, based on a book with the same title by Keiichiro Hirano, that won the Yomiuri Prize for Literature. (The main actress Sakura Ando also played a central role in the fantastic Cannes Palme d’Or winner Shoplifters.) I went thinking it would be a psychological thriller, but it proved me wrong, as the movie is much more about self identity, intimacy, and societal prejudices, than a detective story about usurped identity. The pace is deliberately slow and the director light, impressionist, touch gives depth and freedom to the characters, while keeping some of the mysteries behind the story open. I really enjoyed the film, which was the first time I had returned to a cinema since watching a Jim Harrison documentary in 2022. I also discovered thanks to the beginning and final scenes an infinitely deep René Magritte’s painting, La Reproduction Interdite, which I had never seen, and which was a perfect still for the film message.
Another spam from China [hence an opportunity to repost this 2012 shot of the Huangpu River from the Bund!] worth mentioning:
