Sunday, January 30, 2011
"Mientras haya musica seguiremos bailando, y si es posible con una sonrisa" (Carlos Cristos)
Cuanto podemos aprender con esta pelicula, cada minuto que nos adentramos en esta joya imprescindible para tod@s van sucediendo simultaneamente tres cosas:
1. Admiramos hasta la beneracion a esta excepcional persona. Por su integridad, valentia y ejemplo. Carlos Cristos.
2. Nos sentimos unos miserables (en el buen sentido) por no exprimir al maximo lo que la vida nos puede ofrecer y nos damos cuenta de que una sonrisa no es ningun sacrifio, sino lo minimo que podemos hacer.
3. Reimos... y lloramos.
Cualquier cosa que diga no estara ni por asomo a la altura de esta hora y media de documental, asi que lo mejor que se puede decir es... Si aun no la viste no se que haces leyendome! Ademas es el vigues mas ilustre que me viene a la cabeza ahora mismo.
Las alas de la vida, que ejemplo.
Un besazo, y sonreid! Es gratis! (Intentare aplicarme el cuento, hoy me la veo otra vez :-)
(Y perdon por las tildes, no me aclaro con el teclado)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
That is my way to cheer myself up
Preliminaries of what was going to come soon...
That's what came:
That's what came:
Be things at they may, this guy is original and genuine. He moves people. He's hope.
A veces pienso...
Y me doy cuenta de que no lo hago lo suficiente.
El gris lo utilizo cotidianamente para operaciones simples, para juntar a con b, o también para viajar por las nubes. Viajo mucho. Estoy tan arriba que no me doy cuenta de qué pasa abajo, por eso lo pinto como a mí me apetece o me hago una idea utilizando prejuicios. Eso me hace sentirme mejor conmigo mismo, estar más tranquilo o menos preocupado. Mi gris es tan potente (en este sentido), que hace verdaderas obras de arte. He de decir que el rojo le ayuda mucho, le da ese toque idealizado de las cosas, esa utópica felicidad.
Hace poco vino un viajero y me dio que abajo las cosas no son como aquí arriba. Que el gris y el rojo me habían estado engañando. De los viajeros acostumbré a no fiarme, a seguir mis propio juicio, pero con este viajero tengo confianza, él no me engañaría. De la opinión de los viajeros sobre circunstancias que conciernen a uno mismo aprendí que no siempre tienen todas las variables para dar bien las coordenadas, pero este si las tenía.
Estoy viendo lo que el viajero me quiso hacer ver. Creo que es el principio de un largo camino en el que el gris y el rojo trabajarán juntos para hacerme ver y sentir las cosas como son.
El gris lo utilizo cotidianamente para operaciones simples, para juntar a con b, o también para viajar por las nubes. Viajo mucho. Estoy tan arriba que no me doy cuenta de qué pasa abajo, por eso lo pinto como a mí me apetece o me hago una idea utilizando prejuicios. Eso me hace sentirme mejor conmigo mismo, estar más tranquilo o menos preocupado. Mi gris es tan potente (en este sentido), que hace verdaderas obras de arte. He de decir que el rojo le ayuda mucho, le da ese toque idealizado de las cosas, esa utópica felicidad.
Hace poco vino un viajero y me dio que abajo las cosas no son como aquí arriba. Que el gris y el rojo me habían estado engañando. De los viajeros acostumbré a no fiarme, a seguir mis propio juicio, pero con este viajero tengo confianza, él no me engañaría. De la opinión de los viajeros sobre circunstancias que conciernen a uno mismo aprendí que no siempre tienen todas las variables para dar bien las coordenadas, pero este si las tenía.
Estoy viendo lo que el viajero me quiso hacer ver. Creo que es el principio de un largo camino en el que el gris y el rojo trabajarán juntos para hacerme ver y sentir las cosas como son.
Jam Session en mi cabeza
Quiero salir de donde estoy enfrascado ya. No sé que me pasa, pero quiero salir. Estoy cansado y muy aburrido de mi propia burbuja. Sé que estar metido en ella me impide muchas cosas, me vuelve tonto, me merma mis sentidos. Tengo ganas de vivir tal y como pregono que se debería vivir; quiero que cada una de las cosas en las que tome parte me importen, tener entusiasmo, mostrar interés, QUIERO SENTIR. No me quiero convertir en una calcomanía de lo que siempre critico, ser una consecuencia de un defecto pasado no es para mí. NO. Evolucionamos, todos evolucionamos. Yo también. Quiero dejar de involucionar para retomar el sentido correcto. Sé que puedo hacerlo. Mi rojo duele cada día más y eso me hace pensar que sea él mismo el que me tiene encerrado. Pero no es así, es mi gris el que me mantiene prisionero. Sólo mi gris.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Listen. Watch. Think. Sunscreen.
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Despreocupación
Aprender de nuevo la despreocupación y la ligereza, esas aptitudes para la felicidad olvidadas y que tan felices hacen a los niños.
We are a sick society...
Although the conventional wisdom dictates that heavy users of PCs and smartphones watch less TV, Zigmond and Stipp found that media multitaskers watched much more TV than TV-only viewers during major live events. In fact, multitaskers aged 25 to 34 watched three times as much TV as their counterparts who only watched television.
Via How Internet Junkies Will Save Television
Six Keys to Changing (casi) Anything!
We humans are creatures of habits, 95% of what we do is "habitual". Therefore, the most we ritualize the easier it is to make that a change lasts. Here are 6 useful steps:
- Be Highly Precise and Specific. You want to do something new? Tell yourself exactly what it is what you want to do!
- Take on one new challenge at a time. We're not robots, let's go step by step.
- Not too much, not too little. You have to be comfortable with your new challenge.
- What we resist persists. Avoid temptations, don't think about what you have to do, just do it.
- Competing commitments. Fokuss on what is important for you and what you do to get it.
- Keep the faith! Nobody said it was going to be easy, you're just with yourself out there, be strong!
Mss S creation; great cicuits, great people
Mss S creation Spotify playlist. It's a compound of masterpieces, just amazing!
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