"THIS IS THE highest-resolution video you can get, better than reality,” says Mr. Cardoza. He gropes across the dark table top for the joystick and zooms in on the face of a white woman sitting in the lobby, sipping tea and reading a magazine. Jipi tacitly deconstructs the white woman’s makeup system, which is recently applied (it’s about 9 a.m.) and about as well done as anything she’s ever seen on an actual person, as opposed to an actress. So that’s the kind of person who stays at the Manila Hotel.
One reason watching films is fun is that you can gape at beautiful people without being, or even feeling like, a creep. But film actors always look perfect. Even when a nearby detonation blows a ton of muck all over them, you know the dirt will end up in neat, bone-structure-enhancing diagonal streaks under the cheekbones. In a certain sense this gets boring after a while. You never get to stare at real people, with all of their mistakes and imperfections, in the same way you can stare at film stars. Unless, that is, you’ve got a rig like Mr. Cardoza’s concealed in a nearby flower arrangement.
He’s absolutely right about the resolution. Jipi zooms in on the woman’s left eye and finds that her eyeliner, which from arm’s length would look flawless, is in fact as jiggly as a seismograph tracing: a permanent record of every cappuccino-induced tremor that passed through her hand when she was applying it, and of every rumble that shook the hotel’s foundations from the heavy equipment of the All-Manila Sanitary Sewer System Overhaul Project (Amsssop), which is advancing on the Hotel as noisily and inexorably as great big mechanized armies did way back when. Jipi can see the tweedy striations in the woman’s iris as it reciprocates across the page of her magazine. But then, either there is a minor temblor or else one of those Amsssop caterpillars across the street strikes bedrock, and the vibration turns the image into an elliptical blur that almost makes Jipi a little queasy. Mr. Cardoza gropes for the joystick and zooms way back. “That’s too close anyway,” he says. Then he reconsiders. “At least, it is for me. Some of our Guest Comfort Facilitators concentrate entirely on the nostrils.”"
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mshook
2007-08-19 11:00
neal
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shortstory
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