Un gran amigo mío, un encantador de serpientes nativo de las Rías, ha confirmado que entre el parlez-vous y el putiferío solo hay un paso, el paripé. Son las tres Ps. Se empieza con el parlez-vous, después viene el paripé, y al final todo acaba convirtiéndose en un putiferío. ¿Qué se le va a hacer? Es la P.P.P. La misma historia de siempre.
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Sometimes people confuse a prolonged, intense, profound, and exhaustive contemplative state with laziness. Not me. I recognize and practice the art of active and purposeful inertia. While many dedicate their free time to mental stagnation and escapism through movement, I sit quietly . . . in thought. For example, I am capable of spending an entire Saturday from 8:00 in the morning until midnight, sitting quietly. This is not laziness. It is activity. My mind begins working and the rest of the body shuts down. By the evening, I am exhausted and go to bed for a good night’s rest so that I may sit intensely the following day.
You see, while some people are hyper-active, I am hyper-pensive. While some spend the day cleaning, mowing the lawn, playing golf (that I-hate-my-family sport and therefore avoid them first thing in the morning on my day off), I am concentrating. Some avoid the world through activity, I confront it through thought. Yeah, I may not do the dishes in an entire week. But, I have spent hours thinking about those dishes, and I have witnessed that washing them today or tomorrow or the next day, really makes no difference. It is an activity that does not add real value to the world around me. This is not laziness. It is a heightened state of awareness. It’s not leaving things in a mess, it’s understanding the irrelevance of that mess. So, please do not nag me. Do not disturb me. I am much too busy for that right now.
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Acabo de terminar de leer el manuscrito de La versión de Eva Blondie, novela ganadora del Premio Istar, escrita por mi poetisa Beatriz Russo. Como describo en el post anterior, he leido esta novela con admiración, no solo porque conozco y voy conociendo a su autora, sino también porque yo quisiera escribir así y de crear semejante historia de los riesgos del amor. En fin, es una novela fantástica de un valor literario y sicológico tremendo. Esperamos ver esta novela publicada pronto para que la podamos disfrutar todos.
Al terminar la novela, en seguida me acordé de este poema, de Neruda por supuesto:
Filed under Digressions, Friends / Family
Yo quisiera ser tantas cosas sin llegar a serlas, pero por suerte he logrado acercarme a la Real Thing. Sucedió que el domingo por la noche acudí a la entrega de los premios de ExpoSex en Leganés. Los premios eran una especie de Oscars para el cine erótico y ahí entre actores y productores de cine erótico, entre la escasa ropa y las curvas humanas como las calles de Monte Carlo, también hubo una artista, mi amiga poetisa, la primera ganadora del Premio Istar de la mejor novela erótica por su novela “La versión de Eva Blondie” (aún sin publicar). Como es costumbre en este blog, recurro al divague para contar las andanzas más sencillas. Tener paciencia que detrás de cada cuento hay mucho cuento más . . . para llegar a una conclusión tan simple:
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I heard the song “vivir sin aire” by Mana the other day on the radio and started to think about how misled people are by two common terms, love and romanticism. Needing someone has nothing to do with love. You can only love that which you do not need. Neither does romanticism refer to love specifically but rather to an artistic movement originating in 18th and 19th Century Germany and England. Here’s the problem . . .
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I have a theory about the relationship between music and thought which is very similar to another theory I have on somnolence. Basically, the kind of music that we choose to listen to has to do with whether we want our thoughts to be our own or whether we need someone else to do the thinking for us or simply to not think at all. In terms of sleep, our desire for sleeping has to do with whether we are prepared to confront our inner-most thoughts while aslumber. Yes, I will explain . . .
Filed under Digressions, Jazz
The Lottery is odious. It is horrible. You get your hopes up, and then they are destroyed and the next thing you know you are back at work on Monday morning. There was a time I fell into the vicious game’s bitter clutches. Actually, I would still participate in the hope game if my present work schedule permitted me the luxury of having time to buy a lottery ticket. As a matter a fact, my first GRAVE ERROR in this blog was neglecting to put “purchasing a lottery ticket” as one of the 20 things that I cannot do because I work at FON. But, unlike most people, for me purchasing the lottery was very scientific and exceedingly reasonable. Here’s my story . . .
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Regardless of what I have previously written about the inherent problems associated with eternal life, I believe in the beauty of life. Life’s beauty can be so overwhelming as to render life itself unbearable. This I hope to take up shortly in another post entitled, “I have seen life in life, life in death, and death in life”. But for the meantime, I would like to explore another notion: how the aging process, whereby the mind loses its agility, actually serves an important physiological and pyschological function. It permits the human to deal with all that it loses over the course of its life. As always, I shall explain . . .
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“Simplicity is the last step of art and the beginning of nature. Be firm yet not hard, soft yet not yielding.”
– Bruce Lee
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I have serious issues when it comes to ghosts and to eschatology (not to be confused with scatology). In general, I do not buy the whole ghost thing. I think they are pulling my leg. In terms of life after death, I get the feeling that no one has really thought the whole thing out. My guess is that it is a lot of hype and probably not worth it. Let me explain . . .
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Grave Error 
