It has been a few days since I have published anything new in Grave Error. I have a bunch of ideas for posts, but for some reason (or actually for a few in particular), I can’t get myself to complete a thought and put it into digestible terms. Let me explain . . .
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He ido conociendo a Beatriz Russo desde Formentera sin realmente llegarla a conocer aún. Es poeta (o poetisa dependiendo del siglo en que te apetece pertenecer) y escritora (entre otras cosas). Y en este post quisiera usar la metáfora de Sócrates de “being and becoming” para resaltar las diferencias entre Beatriz y yo y la ontología (o quizás cosmología) de nuestra amistad emergente. Por ejemplo, fijaros en Marcelo y como mira a Beatriz y como ella pasa del pobre. Me recuerda a mis problemas con las actrices. La diferencia es que ella está pasando y yo pareciendo pasar. ¿De qué estoy hablando? Me explico . . .
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Garcia Marquez writes, It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
And so I went to Formentera. I went with many objectives and none at the same time. I wanted to sleep, to release myself from thought, to turn off, and to discover something. I did not want to discover myself. I think that I have found myself, and that every day I am finding that same self in more and more places. Whereas Marquez writes about unrequited love, I was searching for the unrequited self. As a matter of fact, in Spanish, Marquez’s prose reads, “amores contrariados” meaning that love that has gone astray as opposed to being unfulfilled. So, I suppose I was searching for convergence, a place to periodically converge. A place to find what I lose on a daily basis. And so I set out with my trusted friend, Manolo, who was also in seach of something left behind, but that is his story to tell. Mine goes like this . . .
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Ella loves me. Every time I go to Karissa’s house to visit my beautiful little Ella, she (Ella, not Karissa) gets so excited to see me that she pees right there on the spot. And it’s immediate. She tries to hold it. I know she does. But the moment I touch her, she instantly lets it out into a little puddle on Karissa’s floor. Isn’t that sweet? It’s been a long time since another living soul has wet herself just by my mere presence. At least not to my knowledge.
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Ten years ago to the day, Margaret was born to my sister and her husband. Next came Thomas and then Benjamin. Of course, once your parents have grandchildren, you lose a lot of your own hard-earned protagonism, but still I have so much fun with my niece and nephews. Sprinkles, tinkles, nutter butters, and all. I love you, Margaret, and happy birthday!
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Yo quiero mucho a Laura. Es amiga mía y es una de las personas que más quiero en este país y en este mundo. Hace ya 3 años que nos conocemos. La conocí cuando trabajaba como monitora en mi gimnasio y cuando yo era el socio más guapo. Pero Laura tenía apenas 22 añitos y en aquel entonces era demasiada joven para mí. Irónicamente ahora que va a cumplir 26 en breve ya es muy mayor para mi gusto, aunque con la velocidad que mejora, con 27 no sabré que hacer. Nuestra relación es de lo más curioso. Hemos montado un pequeño juego que ha podido mantener lo nuestro estos años. Es muy sencillo: yo le echo piropos y ella me insulta. Si la conoces, no te parecerá especial ya que insulta a todo el mundo. Pues sí, es una borde. O como diría ella, es mega borde. Pero como con todas las relaciones abusivas, el abusado siempre busca la aprobación del abusador.
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Chico has made an interesting suggestion for the blog. I should give him the spotlight and tell everyone about his misadventures. To save myself some time, I have decided to simply use his own words. So, my dear readers, I give you Chico, in the words of Chico:
“. . . you can talk about the time I had to sleep in the ritz, cause I got kicked out of my house by my parents. I’ll never forget their faces when they saw the used Rolls Roice i bought with my lunch money….man I got a beating for that one..when they asked me what I did with all the cristal and caviar my penthouse maids put in lunch box before I left for school in the chopper…And I told them i broke the piggy bank for lunch money insead……dang boy! I will never try that one again! sleeping at the ritz under those egyptian cotton sheets gave me the chills, not to mention i got a rash from the silk undies!!! crazy loonies.”
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About six months ago, I was running on the treadmill listening to Thelonious Monk, and I was suddenly overcome by one of the profoundest revelations of my lifetime to date. It wasn’t about the existence of God, the meaning of life and death, or about love. It was much simpler yet just as significant. Here it is:
I should have been a pianist. Continue reading
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Like every weekend since I started working for FON, my primary goal is to sleep as much as humanly possible. The problem is that I have been neglecting the things that I enjoy the most in life: my friends, my family, reading, writing, listening to music, working out, and sleeping. Various of these are thus sacrificed. While I had everything planned to sleep in on Saturday and Sunday, I ended up foregoing on the sleep and dedicated the majority of my time catching up with friends.
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The following 10 people I consider important in my life, and yet they simply do not read my blog:
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