November 26, 2010

Transmeme XXXIV

Smart women are extremely sexy.

November 24, 2010

Odious comparisons XII - The minority of well-being

One day I noted a fact that caused me some irritation, namely, that if only the very wealthy continue to enjoy the natural scenery and outdoor sports, there would not be problems of sustainability in natural areas, nor resource predation, nor wear, contamination or uncontrolled erosion.

This statement is somewhat disturbing and undemocratic, I know, but I am sorry to admit that it is true. Let me explain: Originally, there were few true mountaineers, hikers, climbers, skiers, very few. Most people had very little available leisure time and fewer resources for which, at the time, were real adventures. Only a small group of vocational and nature lovers made the effort to enjoy grateful natural resorts. Then there were the minority of well-being. Those had more leisure time, and amenities and were the first to practice leisure tourism and discover that the beaches were good for something more than fishing, and the skis could be used not only to get from one town to another on the mountain.

Fortunately, years of progress have facilitated the emergence of a middle class with more money and some free time. Thus the leisure industry in the landscape emerged and everything else, including the environmental impact. The apartments populated coast lines, the mountains were invaded, mussels disappeared from beaches and trash piled in the roadsides. So regulations became necessary, the laws of coastline, preserves and closures (until public-spiritedness once finally comes out). All this was not necessary when a few privileged enjoyed it. It's the democratization that brings progress, luckily for all.

It is not a question of classes; it is a matter of numbers.

November 18, 2010

Transmeme XXXIII

Those who enlighten me are those who make me laugh too!

November 15, 2010

Answered Questions XI - Concurrent Creativity

Chaos theory or industrial espionage. I do not know what the cause, but the truth is that I have been watching for years many cases of artistic productions (call it so), apparently about the same, which occur simultaneously. I think some of them are the result of an esoteric phenomenon I call Concurrent Creativity.

Perhaps the most striking cases are those of the films. Do you remember the launch about the same year of two films about illusionists? Do you remember two animated films featuring a fish? Or an ant? The same thing happens with books. Perhaps you can recall some examples; it would be nice to have a list.   

November 10, 2010

Transmeme XXXII

Mainstream culture is average poor, but sets an ecosystem for interesting artists to take advantage of.

November 08, 2010

The World Theatre XI - The harshness of air

In many sixteenth and seventeenth centuries treatises of alchemy there is a nourished description of the work of nature in the generation of metals. Reading them is very inspiring, full of devout and poetic images. It is a reading that I recommend to those interested in less academic literature of the period, but equally spiritual and deep.


Those treatises, describe how nature cooks in her uterus, in the cavernous depths of the earth, that primal substance, that shapeless mineral from which all metals are born. From that deep darkness minerals emerge gradually, rocked by the wise hand of the mother, which provides the point of temperature, humidity, cooking, and pressure to mutate them in their scale of perfection. For all metals, in their creation, have the ability to be perfect, that is, to turn into gold.

November 05, 2010

Transmeme XXXI

Drugs are more of a social problem when not properly embedded in traditions and cutural rituals.

November 03, 2010

Odious Comparisons XI - Bread is bread and wine, wine

I have an image etched in my memory. I remember a great jar of aluminum with two large blades that slowly, were removing a colored liquid halfway between cream and white bone.

I also have an odor in the memory, but I can not describe it, unlike the images, but if I were to have it in front of me now I would recognize it: the smell of fresh milk. I remember the warm heat emanating from the vessel, that I, as a child, perched on tiptoe, and I noticed in the air with my lips and nose. That was when I accompanied my mother in summer at a farm for milk.

And then ceased to be milk, bread ceased to be bread, and eggs were no longer eggs but become shells with yolks full of nutrients inside.

Remember that time? Those who are very young may not. But it's not my case. I recall with anger that day my mother said we could not boil the milk at home, we had to buy it in plastic bags instead (yes, great industrial design error) or later, tetra-bricks. Milk was no longer milk and entered into a process of dehumanization. Under the guise of the ultra-pasteurization (the only method to make it drinkable, apparently), a gradual decomposition of the rich liquid in its many components began, removing all until it was little more than a serum. Have you seen how translucent is skimmed milk? Yes, at the same price, or greater than before. Meanwhile, in parallel, dozens of products arose stealing part of its flavor, cheeses, creams, cottage cheese, etc. The process was so cruel that this same milk, without a soul, at one point so lean and naked, has gradually been re-enriched with who knows what concoctions: acids, vitamins, vegetables or fish protein.

November 01, 2010

Transmeme XXX

People usually want to know your opinions on things to match themselves against you
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