Back to Action. Regaining strength

Hola a todos.

Ha sido un largo rato desde que no escribo nada, muchas muchas muchas cosas han pasado.
Hemos tenido graduados (Arriba todos uds. Ciberneticos, nuevos ingenieros!) Problemas varios, vivencias muchas, lecturas algunas, y tiempo para enfocarse y dar lo mejor suficiente.

Quisiera primero que nada Felicitarlos a todos, que sea Navidad el pretexto y el motivo, que seguimos aqui, marchando, hasta que el cuerpo aguante. Los invito a celebrarse a ustedes mismos, por cada una de sus victorias, y en particular por sus fracasos. No por los fracasos en si, sino por la leccion que les ha dejado... no las olviden, son todas valiosas. =)

Y saben, hace unas entradas hice alguna mencion sobre uds, los que leen. lo que inevitablemente me llevo a la reflexion opuesta: el que escribe, o sea Yo; coincidentemente hace algunos dias me encontre buscando algun buen regalo para mi mama, el cual acabo siendo un libro. "Que modos" de German Dehesa, y fue durante la busqueda de algun titulo recomendable de el, que di con una entrevista, en la que el hablaba de las caracteristicas de un escritor.

a) Tiene que estar dispuesto a abrir parte de si a sus lectores, es decir, estar dispuesto a dejarse ver transparentemente y por completo.
b) Tener alguna herida.

Si bien no estoy muy seguro de contar con el primer punto, se que del segundo no carezco. Y no es que la vida no me tenga consentido, sino que si pongo atencion a mi alrededor, y dentro tambien, veo que hay muchas cosas que impresionan, y al igual que una brisa helada te deja una sensacion unica post-efecto, todas esas experiencias impresionantes dejan un sabor de boca que tarda un poco en irse.

Hoy les quiero compartir un par de cosas.

La primera es un ensayo, la autora es Mary Schmich, y probablemente algunos de uds. ya lo han leido o escuchado bajo el titulo "wear sunscreen", para los que no, aqui esta.

Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.

I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

• 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 4 pm 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

y aqui, un video de youtube del mismo ensayo .

Lo segundo que les quiero compartir, es que finalmente alguien muy querido me regalo un jardin zen, hoy lo acabo de estrenar, y tome algunas fotografias.

La filosofia detras de estos artefactos es la de ser un medio para la meditacion y la contemplacion, se trazan figuras y se deja volar la creatividad. No se si pueda ser considerado arte, pero por lo menos se que la fotografia se acerca un poco mas a serlo, les dejo esto =)







Esa luz intensa es solo una vela pequenia, el truco esta en la camara, 8 segundos con el diafragma de la camara abierto. Genial, no?

El soberbio sol... dentro de mi cuarto. Mismo truco, pero desplazando la vela mientras el diafragma se encontraba abierto.

El tono rojizo es por el atardecer que sucedia en ese momento.


Y he aqui el atardecer antes mencionado, disculparan lo antiestetico de tanto cablerio.

Sin mas por el momento, me despido.

Saludos, en particular a Chuck! (blogger tambien)
Posteeen!