November 2011
32 posts
The Alan-Alda-fication
- John Roderick: When we were kids, the school curriculum was still based on the premise that we were trying to beat the Russians to the Moon. Even though we had already beat the Russians to the Moon, we were still reading those same math books.
- Merlin Mann: We, we wanted to get the Moon, and we wanted them NOT to get to the Moon.
- JR: Yeah, right, we wanted to get to the Moon and go, “IN YOUR FACE!”
- MM: Um-hmm
- JR: But then somewhere there in the Seventies, the ‘Alan Alda-fication of America’ happened, and suddenly everybody was an Artist. Nobody had a slide rule anymore, nobody was trying to get us to the Moon. Now everybody...now everybody was free to be... and we were all, our little hearts needed to be...set free.. and we needed to talk about our feelings... and everybody needed to share...and now we live in a nation of 350 million of the Most Important People Who Have Ever Lived. Nobody can wait in line. Nobody can admit for a second that maybe - in the Grand Scheme of Things - they...are...a PEON...
- MM: Um-hmm
- JR: ...and they need to STFU and get in line and do their jobs and get out of the way of better drivers who are on their way to some place, and only have nine minutes to get there.
- MM: I think I finally understand it: OK, it’s really, it’s a problem with at least two levels. The second level is that the people are in your way, they’re making it take way more than nine minutes, you’re not gonna get the chance to have a walk or a nap, they’re in John’s way. If I understand correctly, the first, much more broad problem - we’re never gonna get to problem two until we get through problem one - is that people are literally not being forced to literally listen to you.
- JR: Um-hmm.
- MM: Because that’s part of the problem...your...what you have to share with them is getting lost amidst all the voices and talking about feelings. Is that fair to say?
- JR: That is fair to say, except that - with the caveat - that I don’t really care if they’re listening, I just want them to be quiet while I’m talking. If they are just sitting there, just, just dumbly...
- MM: So it’s not really about the movie. The movie, really, the movie is You. The problem is they’re talking during You.
- JR: They’re talking during Me.
“There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, “sketch” is not quite a word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.”
—Milan Kundera. (via 27041990)
Mi aire by Buena Fe from Catalejo
"Hubiera sido hermoso que lo dijeran Las hojas sobre la acera El viento tras las banderas La puesta de sol Mas la verdad no me dijeron nada Decenas de baladas Por radio y televisión Tampoco me hablaron La letra del año, tu pelo castaño, aquel tarot. No hubo un indicio de algún maleficio sacando de quicio, a mi razón Me enteré por otro cuerpo que tu amor, ya era mi aire Porque cada movimiento fue un error, quieta la sangre Y extrañé cada centímetro de ti Y todo cuanto di buscaba en vano solo hallarte Y me enteré por otro cuerpo de tu amor, y mi egoísmo Me quemaba imaginar o suponer, a ti en lo mismo Por miedo, por respeto, por cariño o por los tres Se que nunca te diré que desde otro beso fui a buscarte. Yo fui a buscarte. Y ahora me lo gritan con voz severa Las hojas sobre la acera El viento tras las banderas La puesta de sol Me apuntan como si flechas, y yo diana Decenas de baladas de radio y televisión Lo anuncian con daños La letra del año, tu pelo castaño, cualquier tarot. Y todo conspira para que tu vida me quede a medida en cada rincón Me enteré por otro cuerpo que tu amor, ya era mi aire Porque cada movimiento fue un error, quieta la sangre Y extrañé cada centímetro de ti Y todo cuanto di buscaba en vano solo hallarte Y me enteré por otro cuerpo de tu amor, y mi egoísmo Me mataba imaginar o suponer, a ti en lo mismo Por miedo, por respeto, por cariño o por los tres Se que nunca te diré que desde otro beso fui a buscarte. Fui a buscarte."
De comedias y de tragedias...
Se trata la vida.
(bis)
“La meta, de un líder íntegro
Es abrir los corazones de la gente,
llenar sus estómagos,
calmar sus deseos,
fortalecer sus huesos
y así clarificar sus pensamientos y depurar sus necesidades
para que ningún entremetido artero pueda tocarlos;
Sin ser forzado, sin esfuerzo o apremio,
el buen gobierno surge solo.” —
Es abrir los corazones de la gente,
llenar sus estómagos,
calmar sus deseos,
fortalecer sus huesos
y así clarificar sus pensamientos y depurar sus necesidades
para que ningún entremetido artero pueda tocarlos;
Sin ser forzado, sin esfuerzo o apremio,
el buen gobierno surge solo.” —
Lao Tzu
communication company (San Francisco)
6 de abril de 1967
(via redrhapsody)
“Mornings have the gift of optimism because nothing has screwed up your day, yet. Evenings are dark, repetitive reminders that no matter what you do, time is going to pass and you’ve likely wasted some of it.”
—http://www.randsinrepose.com/archives/2011/04/04/a_hard_thing_is_done_by_figuring_out_how_to_start.html
Watermarks are the sign of the devil!
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.”
—Sigmund Freud. (via itsacatovertheraimbow)
