Белые ночи (Noches Blancas)

Ayer, a pocos días de los fuegos San Juan, le robé unas horas a la noche y la convertí en un día para estudiar. Eran casi las doce cuando por la ventana entraban los ultimos rayos de un crepúsculo que se obstinaba en permanecer latente en el oeste. Estuve en pié hasta bastante después del rayo del alba, y me fui a dormir, ya de día, a las tres de la mañana.

Juan,

Edimburgo, en la madrugada del solsticio de verano boreal de 2008

Slim Taliban

In a recent Cif article by Barbara Ellen, a cretin posted a comment, which is another example of the new puritanism by which the conservative right of this island is currently undermining, yet again, the universal character of the most democratic institution of Britain, the NHS.  

“Obese people can continue to eat themselves into an early grave, but I fail to see why my tax money should help pay for their treatment. It only takes discipline to eat less, eat healthy, and exercise. Push away from the telly and video games, get active, and take control of your life.”

This comment is so full of rancid puritanism, lack of understanding of human metabolism and right-wing cretinism that I can’t even be bothered to comment.

Millions of tax money are spent every year treating sport-related injuries. Working out is a choice. I think the government should tell those who hurt themselves in the pursuit of a “healthier life” to live up to their choices and feel the pain.