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lunes, 25 de junio de 2012

Este es mi verano ideal.
Bueno, miento, el ideal sería sexo, drogas y rock'n roll.

domingo, 24 de junio de 2012

La situación actual a nivel global es como cuando terminas la Universidad: en ella todo está definido y estructurado, pero de pronto estás solo ahí fuera, sin que nadie te diga lo que hacer, con tus amigos marchándose, sin profesores, trabajo o un jefe que dé ordenes. Esa situación es terrible; y ahora mismo tenemos mucha gente en esa crisis. Al final, aparecerán buenos líderes y la gente lo superará, creo que es algo natural, aunque sea triste. Pasará, como ocurrió con mi generación, que tras licenciarnos no había trabajo pero salimos adelante. Yo, como no me pude colocar de periodista, pasé 13 años en un taller de camiones, donde empecé a escribir para evadirme.

Chuck Palahniuk

sábado, 23 de junio de 2012

If you are imprisoned in your own ego you will suffer from the loss or non-existence of the right basic centre. A desire for perfection is always a sign of a too rigid ego. The ego-type is quickly roused and constantly irritated if the world does not fall in line with their ideas. You become poisoned or driven to desperation by the injustice and meaninglessness of life. This sooner or later threatens to destroy your faith. Daily life shows an anxious striving for demonstrable security. Self-confidence rests solely upon what you know, have and can do. There is always a concern to improve and preserve your position, always in fear for material security. If you are an ego-type you are sensitive about your dignity and when questioned or criticized will stiffen and turn sour. The belly will become knotted-up inside. Supernatural power can only be released through the liberation from the limitations of your ego.
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Because of this Universal Western ideal for the rejection of the belly, which is unnatural and betokens a misguided way of thinking, it indicates that the natural instinct for the true bodily centre of gravity is lost. The result is that the centre of gravity is generally located higher in the upper part of the body.

lunes, 18 de junio de 2012

"Many native traditions held clowns and tricksters as essential to any contact with the sacred. People could not pray until they had laughed, because laughter opens and frees from rigid preconception. Humans had to have tricksters within the most sacred ceremonies for fear that they forget the sacred comes through upset, reversal, surprise. The trickster in most native traditions is essential to creation, to birth".



Banishing all the way, yeah.
"Your scorn for mediocrity blinds you to its vast primitive power. You stand in the glare of your own brilliance, unable to see into the dim corners of the room, to dilate your eyes and see the potential dangers of the mass, the wad of humanity. Even as I tell you this, dear student, you cannot quite believe that lesser men, in whatever numbers, can really defeat you. But we are in the age of the mediocre man. He is dull, colorless, boring -- but inevitably victorious. The amoeba outlives the tiger because it divides and continues in its immortal monotony. The masses are the final tyrants. See how, in the arts, Kabuki wanes and withers while popular novels of violence and mindless action swamp the mind of the mass reader. And even in that timid genre, no author dares to produce a genuinely superior man as his hero, for in his rage of shame the mass man will send his yojimbo, the critic, to defend him. The roar of the plodders is inarticulate, but deafening. They have no brain, but they have a thousand arms to grasp and clutch at you, drag you down." 

That's why I want to work for the mass media, becoming a trickster and using the power of mediocrity for my own good and interests. It's like that old motto "Breaking the system from inside", the only difference being that I have no intention to break it but to take advantage of it.

Èṣù

Èṣù was walking down a road one day, wearing a hat that was red on one side and black on the other. Sometime after he entered a village which the road went through, the villagers who had seen him began arguing about whether the stranger's hat was black or red. The villagers on one side of the road had only been capable of seeing the black side, and the villagers on the other side had only been capable of seeing the red one. They soon came to blows over the disagreement which caused him to turn back and rebuke them, revealing to them how one's perspective can be as correct as another person's even when they appear to be diametrically opposed to each other. He then left them with a stern warning about how closed-mindedness can cause one to be made a fool. In other versions of this tale, the two halves of the village were not stopped short of extreme violence; they actually annihilated each other, and Èṣù laughed at the result, saying "Bringing strife is my greatest joy".

One of the most beautiful things that I think about live music is the fact that for the period of time that those people are in the place assuming that all the people came there because they love the feelings that the music generates and dictates, they're all generally feeling the same thing, they're all basically feeling good at the same time, they've all put all their thoughts about their everyday life out of their head, all their worries, they're just not on their mind. The power of music has joined all their consciousness' into one thing, they're literally functioning as one organism and they're all feeling more or less the same thing, and it's no different than when people have sex and they gradually cause each other to feel what the other one is feeling, and at a sporting event is the same thing, everybody is connected to the things that are taking place and the emotions that it arouses and it unites people in a way that in their everyday lives… you know, it's part of the tragedy of existence for we're all alone in here, there's no escape from that, you're inside your body whether you like it or not so to be able to feel that what in you is in everybody around you I think it's your ability to experience the real truth of what's really going on, that it's all one thing.
John Frusciante

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"One of the signs of happiness, son, is that a person who has it becomes active. A person who does not find happiness does not feel like being active. His mind is cramped, his will is weak. What is vast and infinite brings happiness. There is no true joy in what is small or finite. I can tell you that the Infinite alone is happiness; but you must desire to understand this Infinite, my son." (…)
"When a person sees that nothing and no one is separate from him, that he is one with all the people, animals, and objects in the universe, when a person sees and hears and knows nothing else -- that is the Infinite."

domingo, 17 de junio de 2012

El duelo es, por lo general, la reacción a la pérdida de un ser amado o de una abstracción equivalente: la patria, la libertad, el ideal, etcétera. Bajo estas mismas influencias, surge en algunas personas, a las que por lo mismo, atribuimos una predisposición morbosa, la melancolía, en lugar del duelo . (…) Por un lado, tiene que haber existido una enérgica fijación al objeto erótico y por otro, en contradicción con la misma, una escasa resistencia de la carga de objeto. Esta contradicción parece exigir según una acertadísima observación de Rank, que la elección de objeto haya tenido efecto sobre una base narcisista, de manera, que en el momento en que surja alguna contrariedad, pueda la carga de objeto retroceder al narcisismo.
duelo y melancolía - s. freud

viernes, 15 de junio de 2012

Chaos, the life force of the universe, is not human-hearted. Therefore the wizard cannot be human-hearted when he seeks to tap the force of the universe. He performs monstrous and arbitrary acts to loosen the hold of human limitations upon himself. 

P. Carroll

martes, 12 de junio de 2012

Fin de la 4ª temporada

Estoy a punto de sufrir un esguince cerebral y un calambre espiritual. No lo entiendo. He estado tan dividida... o más bien trozeada, rallada, espolvoreada. No quepo en mi del desconcierto al releer todos mis alegatos hacia mis 4 años de carrera. Realmente se trataba de una repulsión fuertísima, nociva, que jamás imaginé susceptible de convertirse en lo que es hoy: una melancolía y un sentimiento de culpa galopantes. Ahora, a punto de terminar, he empezado a descomponerme. El mes pasado hicimos una reunión en petit comité con algunos amigos de la misma promoción que resultó ser muy entretenida y emotiva, porque era en cierta forma una despedida. Me lo tomé como una juerga de jueves de antaño, muy destroy. Pero a la mañana siguiente se me cayó el estómago al suelo y empecé a entenderlo todo desde una perspectiva totalmente diferente. ¿Qué he estado haciendo todos estos años? Repudiar a la gente de manera casi indiscriminada. Pero justo en la recta final, algo más tranquila, había empezado a desarrollar lazos más claros y significativos con algunos individuos, que lamento decir, no fueron tantos como podrían haber sido. De pronto no había tanta prisa por terminar, pero se estaba terminando. En alguna parte sonaron campanadas de muerte. El tiempo no era lo que parecía, la gente no era lo que parecía, y todo era mucho más hackeable de lo que parecía. ¿Qué gran fuerza superior era la responsable de este bloqueo? ¿Cómo se puede pasar de querer eliminar a la gente con disolvente a una situación de desesperado desarraigo comunitario y aprensión? Además el karma parece regodearse torturándome, dándome las últimas muestras de lo que podrían haber sido esos 4 años si hubiera adoptado esta actitud desde el principio. Estoy desconcertada, lo que dije simplemente no es compatible con lo que siento ahora. ¿Cómo pudo salir todo de la misma boca? –Ha habido un formateo repentino que se ha cargado todo el funcionamiento de mi sistema y ahora mismo estoy sufriendo un cuelgue muy heavy en el cual la única solución parece reiniciar el equipo.

Cuando me hacía todas esas grandes preguntas y exigía que alguien sabio las respondiera… en el fondo me refería a mi misma, pero a la misma de dentro de unos años, la que ya había experimentado. Por eso me encantaría haber sido criada por mi misma, por una bifurcación mía en el tiempo y el espacio como Buster Casey.

lunes, 11 de junio de 2012

About that "Neurotic" bubble... You are more neurotic than a hamster without its wheel. If you were described as an inanimate object, surely you would be a roller coaster because you have more ups, downs, and loopty loops than any high flying machine. In reality, you probably stress out before riding roller coasters because you wonder what would happen if the restraining belt broke on your car, flung you out, and you were never to be heard from or seen again until one day a band of roving gypsy children came across your body. This brings me to the following point. You are obsessive and often worry about things that A) only exist in your mind or B) you have no control over. As for your insecurities, here it is, for once and for all, for the whole world to see: You're smart enough, good enough, and dog gone it, people like you. It would be a good idea for you to do breathing exercises and relax once in awhile so that you don't one day spontaneously combust while thinking about whether or not the planet will be taken over by mutant bacteria.


Mis premoniciones tienen base sólida, lo veis?