The way in which the video was edited is really cool and interesting to me. The music isn't that great, but the artist is still worth a check. One of my favorite songs from him is "Give It Back".
20130216
20130113
Mi opinión sobre los smartphones
Se podría decir que objetos como estos son meramente relativos, en cuanto a si son necesarios o no, o si vale la pena pagar una cantidad considerable de dinero por ellos o no, cuando se tiene una computadora o laptop, y la cuestión de conectividad con otras personas no debería ser tan extravagante y huecamente moderna...
A pesar de la razón que pueda radicar en cada una de las palabras anteriores, yo me atrevo a diferir. Verás: estamos en el siglo XXI. Las tecnologías de la información avanzan en desarrollo "a pasos agigantados", como dirían por allí, y como dirían por aquí, en términos exponenciales. El Internet está convirtiéndose cada vez más en un medio de información y contenido multimedia necesario e indispensable, así como la electricidad pudo haberse ido adaptando al inicio de sus tiempos. Simplemente puesto: es claro que a nivel social es un medio que va gradualmente expandiéndose e influenciando a la gente, el Internet, especialmente la que posee esa cierta curiosidad emocionada por sacar provecho del progreso humano actual. Podría decirse también que toda la información que la humanidad prácticamente podría tener a su alcance se encuentra en esta especie de "mundo", ¿y qué mejor manera que poder accesarla con un pequeño objeto que cabe en el bolsillo, el cual sacas casualmente, digamos, en un restaurante o cafetería? Pero no es lo único que estos pequeños, costosos y fascinantes aparatos electrónicos portables pueden ofrecerle al afortunado usuario que pudo conseguirlo. La utilidad integral de estos objetos podría dividirse, básicamente, en 3 rubros generales, aparte de lo obvio, que es la característica de hacer y recibir llamadas telefónicas y mensajes de texto:
a) Aplicaciones, o también llamadas apps.
Estas pueden pertenecer a diferentes categorías: desde ser relacionadas al "estilo de vida", como Foursquare (que, en sí, se trata de que el usuario se "registre" a los lugares interesantes a los que atiende, por medio de la habilidad del dispositivo de acceder a la Red por medio de la señal del carrier o con Wi-Fi, y haciendo uso del GPS integrado en el dispositivo); asimismo podría recibir descuentos, ofertas y tal vez hasta recomendaciones, pero eso sólo es un servicio activo en lugares selectos del globo. Otras aplicaciones sirven de entretenimiento como juegos (desde el famoso "Angry Birds" hasta otros más serios y profesionales como Nihilumbra y Hundreds), o Jasmine, que es un cliente para ver YouTube, o sea, videos. Hay otras de utilidad como Pages, que sirvepara procesamiento y visualización de documentos de texto, o Dropbox, que sirve de almacenamiento en línea. Hay de todo.
b) Almacenamiento y reproducción de contenido multimedia.
En lo personal, pienso que la cantidad mínima de almacenamiento que podría considerarse suficiente para cualquiera son 32 GB, pero no todos pueden o están dispuestos a pagar por ello. Prácticamente son música, fotos y video lo que entra aquí, aparte del espacio que puedan ocupar las apps y demás. Lo bello del asunto radica en la portabilidad que es parte del objeto en sí, la practicidad de tener todo ese contenido en la palma de tu mano, vayas donde vayas, por la razón que sea que lo hayas metido allí y para lo que sea que se te ocurra usarlo.
c) Acceso a Internet y sus múltiples servicios.
Páginas web, códigos QR, información para realizar la tarea de la escuela, redes sociales para estar en contacto con la gente de tu vida, videos, almacenamiento en nube, servicios como Last FM, etcétera. Ni siquiera he mencionado lo más interesante y llamativo de este mundito y sé que algo me falta, pero intento hacer el punto. Y, además, algo que no me agrada es que Apple, por alguna razón, no permite la visualización de contenido Flash en sus dispositivos móviles. Digo, estoy seguro de que podrían añadir esa característica en un futuro cercano si quisieran, pero no, porque no. O bueno, por motivos diplomáticos entre corporaciones, para ser más exacto, o qué sé yo, pero es así.
En fin, si uno cuenta con el dinero suficiente, o al menos con la posibilidad de recabar el dinero suficiente, esto puede ser de mucho uso, un objeto así. Cuando me refiero a aparatos electrónicos, o gadgets dicho de otra forma más padre, intento referirme a ellos en términos ideales: como fueron ideados antes de llegar a la producción en masa, a las fábricas, al negocio apático e hipócrita que significa después de todo su producción, que tiene por ende en primer lugar producir ganancias, ser un rico capitalista, ganar poder y todo eso. --No sé por qué tengo la mentalidad en estos momentos de criticar todo lo que piense o en lo que mentalmente me enfoque, y ser sarcástico y así, o al menos intentar serlo. Debe ser el insomnio-- Pienso que prácticamente he arruinado la seriedad de esta entrada con críticas como esa, pero bueno. Tal vez en eso me esté convirtiendo y pronto tenga que verlo como parte de mi naturaleza, lo cual me parece magnífico y le agradezco a la vida por esto. A lo que voy es que, hoy en día, ya no son simples teléfonos celulares con añadiduras que hagan que parezca moderno y, que aparte de eso, sirvan para presumirle a los demás y ya. Bueno, eso todavía se hace, pero ya son más mini-computadoras, y ese término es algo que realmente hace que sienta mariposas en el estómago, y esta vez no estoy siendo sarcástico.
Para la gente apasionada por la tecnología electrónica, como yo, o "geeks" si lo prefieres, la idea de conseguir un smartphone es, primero que nada, fundamental para ese estilo de vida que quiera desarrollarse, o sólo como algo que uno trae a todos lados con cariño, como un collar llamativo alrededor del cuello de una mujer. Ya hablando en lo personal y más seriamente, es más como un anhelo, un deseo lejano que se confunde muy fácilmente con "caprichudo" cuando realmente no es así, si un está dispuesto a prestar real atención. Diría que puedo ver en ellos más que la persona común, y mucho más que la que nació antes de la década de los 80's, (entiendo que eso pueda ser más un estereotipo que una opinión aceptable).
Me molesta no poder decidirme por cuál en específico. Intento no ponerme a pensar en limitaciones económicas, morales, de aceptación social o algo por el estilo, sólo ser yo y prestar atención a lo que yo querría sin miradas pujadas ni rebajamientos de brazos cruzados. Es lo exquisito de ser alguien de opinión independiente, aunque, como dicen por allí, "todo en extremo es malo", y como dicen por aquí, también. Tengo una idea: me gusta el nuevo iPhone que han sacado a la venta, y si yo pudiera elegiría el de mayor capacidad, pero no quiero caer en el abismo de ser un fanático de la marca y restringirme a comprar la mayor cantidad de productos Apple que pueda. No creo que eso ocurra algún día, pero aun así, el simple hecho de la vasta popularidad del producto no me recompensa con satisfacción de elegirlo y sentir que me decidí por algo creativa y originalmente. También, el sistema operativo comienza a verse algo anticuado, pero lo cierto es que cada sistema operativo tiene sus ventajas y desventajas, que virtualmente se depositan en las marcas disponibles del mercado de manufactureros.
En fin, si alguien llegara a regalarme uno de esos, alguien que no los viera todos iguales y excesivos como lujos caprichosos de esta era, sino que eligiera uno de buena fe y con un buen convencimiento derivado de análisis y reflexión, teniendo en cuenta cierto conocimiento importante de mi forma de ser, sería algo que sin duda me pondría una sonrisa en el rostro. Podré ser un perezoso y un inútil para investigar lo suficiente al respecto y procesarlo dentro de esta cabeza que me regaló Diosito --de hecho, ya he leído bastante al respecto--, pero eso facilitaría las cosas en serio, en efecto, aparte de que sería un regalo sorprendentemente memorable. Pero bueno, las probabilidades de que eso ocurra son nulas. Podría conseguir un trabajo, pero no esperaría que fuera una experiencia exactamente digna, que me hiciera sentir productivo desde una perspectiva alegre, puesto que no puedo llegar a decir que he acabado la preparatoria porque sería una mentira, y es algo que piden casi en todos los lugares que no son un Oxxo o restaurante de comida rápida miserable, y también entra en cuestión el tema de mi situación de depresión grave, lo que es un lindo detalle a tomar en cuenta, si me preguntas. Tengo en mente un lugar que, sí, es de comida rápida, pero realmente no se ve mal. Es uno de griega, un lugar donde se hacen gyros que son deliciosos, y es un lugar pequeño así que no hay alboroto, y el gerente parece buena gente. Los gyros son como tacos de pan de pita, rellenos de carne de borrego en seco sazonada, lechuga, jitomate, cebolla y un aderezo llamado tzatziki, además de papas a la francesa y refresco o té helado. Creo que tendría lo suficiente para un iPhone 5 de 64 GB en algo menos que medio año. Y eso es sólo algo de entre la lista de objetos que me he puesto como objetivos a obtener, que más que nada, en tiempos como estos, en un mundo como este, en una vida como esta, los veo como otros sueños más, no menos importantes que lo que muchos calificarían. Los smartphones son objetos que me fascinan y me emocionan, cosas que me gustaría mucho tener y que veo en ellos tanto potencial, ese potencial que debería pertenecer al siglo en el que estamos y que debería de pintar de colores asombrosos el contexto del mundo actual, como en un cuento... Digo, sólo muéstrale uno de estos a Da Vinci, o tal vez nada más a Julio Verne.
El Cuarto de Baño
¿Qué es de un escritor sin una pluma?
¿Qué es de un pintor sin caballete?
¿Qué es de un vendedor sin manos?
¿Qué es de un maestro sin pizarra?
¿Qué es de un poeta sin aire?
¿Qué es de un adolescente sin fiestas?
¿Qué es de un patinador sin suelo?
¿Qué es de un helicóptero sin hélices?
¿Qué es de un pianista sin teclas?
¿Qué es de un piloto sin pedales?
¿Qué es de un matemático sin números?
¿Qué es de un guitarrista sin público?
¿Qué es de una bailarina sin prendas?
¿Qué es de un vaso sin líquido?
¿Qué es de un teléfono sin línea?
¿Qué es de un coche sin los cilindros que necesita?
¿Qué es de un libro de páginas revueltas?
¿Qué es de una mascota sin un amo que lo ame?
¿Qué es de una planta que tiene que respirar lo que exhala?
¿Qué es de un humano que tiene que exhalar lo que respira?
¿Qué es de un control remoto con baterías viejas?
¿Qué es de una pluma fuente con el cartucho seco, o el plumín doblado?
¿Qué es de una rueda sin curvas?
¿Qué es de una mujer sin curvas?
¿Qué es de una pregunta sin símbolos que interroguen?
¿Qué es de un movimiento sin simpatizantes?
¿Qué es de un guitarrista sin huesos?
¿Qué es de un corredor sin dedos en los pies?
¿Qué es de un luchador de Sumo sin grasa?
¿Qué es de un soñador sin neuronas?
¿Qué es de un cantante sin cuerdas vocales?
¿Qué es de un Dios sin consciencia?
20121201
"¿Qué quieres traer al mundo?"
I realize that my most precious treasure, you know, this one thing about myself that derives from being an existant, conscious being, is the following: my heart, my soul; the fact that, when I search for God, I will find myself, and when I look into me, I will find God. The point that this thought may sound wrong and whatnot, is not something I want to focus on. It inspires me, and at least, I will continue to keep it in mind in order to find a new and fresher look on life, like an experiment to search for a better understanding of things, including myself. "Enlightenment" may as well be self-understanding at its totality. "Know thyself."
I went to Mexico City, again. I stayed at this house which is, actually, from the long-time friend of my mother. At first I just wanted to go somewhere else, I really didn't feel well with the experience of staying here --I won't go into details--, but it doesn't seem that bad, afterall. I knew something like this would occur, anyways. I talked with Paty's (my mother's friend) son, Rodrigo. He is above the thirties. At first I was kind of scared (uncomfortable, or nervous) to talk with him, but it seems he and I have a nice connection. He even called me someone cousin-like to him, in front of a couple of friends that he received somewhere around 4pm. I might be being naïve right now, but I don't see him as someone that treats you nicely at a specific time, but then changes and tells you (or insinuates you) it was just part of the moment and it really meant nothing. He has been drinking, though, so it might be like that, but I want to be positive...
The reason for why I came to this city was because I bought a ticket for a concert. More specifically, a "Dead Can Dance" one --I found out it was a bit too gothic for my tastes, too late, but I can't go back, now--. And, just before we headed out towards the bus central, I, too, discovered Enjambre was going to do a show in the same place (Auditorio Nacional, "National Auditory"), just the day after DCD. I took that chance, even more calm and certain than when I decided to buy (or, more precisely, make my mother buy) the DCD ticket. Enjambre performed recently on the state I currently live on, pretty close to me. I found out too late about it so I took advantage of this new window of opportunity. I think these guys are great representatives of the Indie Rock scenario in Mexico, which, at least to my point of view, is quite capable.
Changing topics:
I do believe I'm getting closer, little by little, to the kind of personal development I strive for, the person I want to become, the reality I want to create for myself. It all seems very distant from this point, but anything's possible, and I really mean it. It is said that Solipsism is a form of extremism derived from Idealism, and I happen to be part of it, which isn't something very easy to deal with, on a daily basis. It's a pretty lonely state of mind, but at the same time, a very interesting one, full of potential. Idealism itself is like that, and that's why I'm so enamored about it.
I want to say this in order to keep it saved from the natural oblivion to which I am a slave: Yesterday. I'll proceed to describe it and try to recall everything important to remember.
It started uncomfortably. I woke up late because the night before could've been a dark one, and in fact it was. I even had a nightmare about the Men in Grey, I sniffed too much where I shouldn't have had done it. I packed late, but luckily with no big pressure, and it seems I didn't forget anything I could have regretted not bringing along with me. Anyways, the morning was super-ordinary and boring. Then we traveled on cab to the bus central. The driver was nice and friendly, not something accordingly to when one deals with these people on another moment; these guys aren't friendly or nice until they give you a service, that's what I'm trying to say. The chat was unconsequential, but that's really commonplace. The part in the bus is, perhaps, the most important of the day.
Apart from the point that I'd like to think so much more intensely, freely and variedly, in comparison to what I can currently and normally be or do, I surely passed through some mental moments. I was happy I brought my iPod Touch with me, --although it doesn't function as it should--. That entertained me, but the landscapes I had the opportunity to behold were impressing and entertaining.
The part I remember the most was the moon, that evening and night: It could as well have been the most beautiful and captivating one I have ever witnessed. I watched it while listening to the album called"The Heart of High Places", by Goldmund. I even shed some tears, but were they of joy? I also recall having witnessed a BMW 3 Series (a car I admire, and obviously, would be very grateful to have). I took some snapshots with the iPod, to the car, to those trees behind that very long wall that were graced by a yellowish, sunset light...
When my mother and I arrived at North Central, we had to wait for Paty. She took us with a Suzuki Swift, her son's car. I like that car very much; it is one of the options I keep in mind for when the day I get my first car arrives --something I look forward to, in such an emotive way--. Seeing the city where I was born in was impressive, interesting, and yet I don't feel part of it, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate all that it can offer, apart from all the garbage and whatnot.
I have been sighting 333's. Even today I happened to listen to part of a phylosophical reportage that mentioned Solipsism, and some other interesting stuff related to Idealism, "coincidentially". I even felt the chills for having had the chance of listening to something that secretly relates to me in an important way; as if something, or someone, cared about my longings for a moment, and it controlled or designed the reality and the world in which I breathe and walk. "Creating realities certainly implies problems of... and moral matter", something like that. It's as if I was shown what was ahead of me, if I continued desiring with decision this idea of being able to create, from a reality-related perspective, and believing that anything is possible. They mentioned the idea of considering reality an illusion, too... that there was a counter-current to Solipsism, in which it is considered that oneself is the only unreal stuff in existence. There were also other styles of thought I'm afraid I can't remember.
I wanted to do more activities while on my stay in this vast city, such as just taking a walk on Polanco, Roma and Condesa (they're like zones), visiting a cafe-library called "El Péndulo", a rendesvouz with a friend or two, going to the movies, etcetera. I feel too limited to do any other thing than what these people decide to do. I would like to be lent a car and have a current license, and just to be able to move to wherever I'd wish to go on my own, or at least to be supported on that matter, not necessarily implying that I'd have to travel by subway or any other kind of disgusting transportation.
/incomplete/
I went to Mexico City, again. I stayed at this house which is, actually, from the long-time friend of my mother. At first I just wanted to go somewhere else, I really didn't feel well with the experience of staying here --I won't go into details--, but it doesn't seem that bad, afterall. I knew something like this would occur, anyways. I talked with Paty's (my mother's friend) son, Rodrigo. He is above the thirties. At first I was kind of scared (uncomfortable, or nervous) to talk with him, but it seems he and I have a nice connection. He even called me someone cousin-like to him, in front of a couple of friends that he received somewhere around 4pm. I might be being naïve right now, but I don't see him as someone that treats you nicely at a specific time, but then changes and tells you (or insinuates you) it was just part of the moment and it really meant nothing. He has been drinking, though, so it might be like that, but I want to be positive...
The reason for why I came to this city was because I bought a ticket for a concert. More specifically, a "Dead Can Dance" one --I found out it was a bit too gothic for my tastes, too late, but I can't go back, now--. And, just before we headed out towards the bus central, I, too, discovered Enjambre was going to do a show in the same place (Auditorio Nacional, "National Auditory"), just the day after DCD. I took that chance, even more calm and certain than when I decided to buy (or, more precisely, make my mother buy) the DCD ticket. Enjambre performed recently on the state I currently live on, pretty close to me. I found out too late about it so I took advantage of this new window of opportunity. I think these guys are great representatives of the Indie Rock scenario in Mexico, which, at least to my point of view, is quite capable.
Changing topics:
I do believe I'm getting closer, little by little, to the kind of personal development I strive for, the person I want to become, the reality I want to create for myself. It all seems very distant from this point, but anything's possible, and I really mean it. It is said that Solipsism is a form of extremism derived from Idealism, and I happen to be part of it, which isn't something very easy to deal with, on a daily basis. It's a pretty lonely state of mind, but at the same time, a very interesting one, full of potential. Idealism itself is like that, and that's why I'm so enamored about it.
I want to say this in order to keep it saved from the natural oblivion to which I am a slave: Yesterday. I'll proceed to describe it and try to recall everything important to remember.
It started uncomfortably. I woke up late because the night before could've been a dark one, and in fact it was. I even had a nightmare about the Men in Grey, I sniffed too much where I shouldn't have had done it. I packed late, but luckily with no big pressure, and it seems I didn't forget anything I could have regretted not bringing along with me. Anyways, the morning was super-ordinary and boring. Then we traveled on cab to the bus central. The driver was nice and friendly, not something accordingly to when one deals with these people on another moment; these guys aren't friendly or nice until they give you a service, that's what I'm trying to say. The chat was unconsequential, but that's really commonplace. The part in the bus is, perhaps, the most important of the day.
Apart from the point that I'd like to think so much more intensely, freely and variedly, in comparison to what I can currently and normally be or do, I surely passed through some mental moments. I was happy I brought my iPod Touch with me, --although it doesn't function as it should--. That entertained me, but the landscapes I had the opportunity to behold were impressing and entertaining.
The part I remember the most was the moon, that evening and night: It could as well have been the most beautiful and captivating one I have ever witnessed. I watched it while listening to the album called"The Heart of High Places", by Goldmund. I even shed some tears, but were they of joy? I also recall having witnessed a BMW 3 Series (a car I admire, and obviously, would be very grateful to have). I took some snapshots with the iPod, to the car, to those trees behind that very long wall that were graced by a yellowish, sunset light...
When my mother and I arrived at North Central, we had to wait for Paty. She took us with a Suzuki Swift, her son's car. I like that car very much; it is one of the options I keep in mind for when the day I get my first car arrives --something I look forward to, in such an emotive way--. Seeing the city where I was born in was impressive, interesting, and yet I don't feel part of it, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate all that it can offer, apart from all the garbage and whatnot.
I have been sighting 333's. Even today I happened to listen to part of a phylosophical reportage that mentioned Solipsism, and some other interesting stuff related to Idealism, "coincidentially". I even felt the chills for having had the chance of listening to something that secretly relates to me in an important way; as if something, or someone, cared about my longings for a moment, and it controlled or designed the reality and the world in which I breathe and walk. "Creating realities certainly implies problems of... and moral matter", something like that. It's as if I was shown what was ahead of me, if I continued desiring with decision this idea of being able to create, from a reality-related perspective, and believing that anything is possible. They mentioned the idea of considering reality an illusion, too... that there was a counter-current to Solipsism, in which it is considered that oneself is the only unreal stuff in existence. There were also other styles of thought I'm afraid I can't remember.
I wanted to do more activities while on my stay in this vast city, such as just taking a walk on Polanco, Roma and Condesa (they're like zones), visiting a cafe-library called "El Péndulo", a rendesvouz with a friend or two, going to the movies, etcetera. I feel too limited to do any other thing than what these people decide to do. I would like to be lent a car and have a current license, and just to be able to move to wherever I'd wish to go on my own, or at least to be supported on that matter, not necessarily implying that I'd have to travel by subway or any other kind of disgusting transportation.
/incomplete/
20121028
Fatiga existencial que deriva de sobreexposición a la necesidad de ser tolerante.
Todo depende de mí. Bueno, yo no logro actuar, y sólo soy un cúmulo de defectos, un desastre andante sin redención de esperanzas, soy el reflejo mundano de quien debería ser... ¿Por qué me alejé tanto?...
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