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A chillar todos que estamos en el hospital!

2005-11-10T18:20:00.000-08:00

Creo recorda la primera vez que, con mi pequeña consciencia ya despierta, mis padres me llevaron a un hospital. Debía ser por lo alrededores de 1982, y creo que estabamos en pleno otoño. El otoño en Manlleu, o mejor dicho en la Plana de Vic, es de película de terror: niebla, calles vacias, árboles y bosques muertos y caserios dispersos en medio del a nada. Realmente, el paisaje es de total silencio, de un silencio que sólo la primavera sabe traer de nuevo. Recuerdo prestar atención a la ventana mientras mi padre conducía por la recta de Vic hacía la Clínica de la Alianza. La urgencia fue debida a una intoxicación de por comer cerdo infectado de triquinosis. Todo y no encontrarme muy bien, el heco de tener a mi madre sosteniendome la cabeza y acariziádome me daba un sentimiento de seguridad y paz que se convierto al cabo de los años en un creer que mi madre sabía controlar todas la situaciones malas que la vida te pone como prueba. El coche estaba en silencia y tan solamente se oí el rum rum del motor del coche.

Una vez llegamos al hospital, mi madre me sacó en brazos y me llevo a la sala de espera. La primera cosa que recuerdo ver en esa sala blanca y verde era una gran señal con un infermera acercándose el dedo la boca en señal de mantener silencio. Durante mi estancia en el hospital, recuerdo ver múltiples veces es señal que tanto respeto y reverencia sugería.

Los años y del pequeño intoxicado de cerdo creció un joven que decidió marchar a hacer fortuna a las américas. Pero claro està, ir a buscar la fortuna no significa que puedas dejarte los achaques del cuerpo con tu madre y familia mientras tu viajas. Por desgracia, se vienen contigo vayas donde vayas. Que curioso, que después de casi una década fuera de la Plana de la niebla, me acostumbre a mantener silencia en situaciones que anteriormente mi tono resonaba como las verduleras de mi pueblo. Dicen, que la gente Latina son chillones, en especial los nacidos en España. Probablemente tiene razón. De todas maneras, hay algo que no entiendo. En España, país supuestamente de chillones y griterios, cuando vamos al hospital, nos hablamos en voz baja y mantenemos la compostura. En Ámerica, parece ser que en la sala de espera del hospital o esta en la habitaciones de emergencia, tener la televisión prendida y la radio a toda voz es lo más normal del mundo. Yo aún no salgo de mi asombro cada vez que voy a un hospital. Que hace un televisor a todo volumen en una sala de espera con gente que lo último que necesita es tal escándolo? Recuerdo llegar con fiebra a un hospital en particular y tener que esperar durante más de 4 horas para ser atendido mientras y cabeza rebentaba de dolor por culpa del televisor y de unas recepcionistas chillonas.

Creo que pensándolo bien, me quedo con la gente chillona, que rie y grita a la vecina del cuarto desde la calle, a que me torturen con la tele y la radio en la sala de espera de un hospital con gente vistiendo batas con el teléfono móbil y abuelas con radios metidos en los sostenes.

SUGAR DADDY

2005-11-07T19:49:00.000-08:00

I remember when I was a teenager and thought that a person over 30 was a very old person, who was married had children and was called Sir or Madam. At that time, the idea of someone who was 19 or 20 to be with someone over 30 was kind of kinky. On my twenties, I realized that I liked to be with people of my age and never considered to be with someone who was too much older than me. Still, I dated and had some one-night-stands a few years older than me. Girls older than me felt very attracted to me. God save those goddesses who trained me in the art of love!!

Today I’m in my early 30 and the story is changing again. Last Saturday I realized that I’m becoming a kind of Sugar Daddy. Why do I feel like that? I’ve got some reasons. Some years ago, someone told me that men age better than women. Like good wine, if men are kept and cared in the appropriate bottle, they can be a prestigious and delicious drink for another couple of decades. A well-preserved men can lead to confusion when it comes to age.

The second reason could be called “men-odity” . Single men, with a good salary, career, homeowners and no children attached to them –or at least they don’t know about it- are very attractive to youngsters. Those men are a commodity kind of a trophy that only the best youngsters with the right skills and ass get. In this regard, I haven’t gotten there because I still have a car that for most people is not what a sugar daddy drives. My car, perejill, is a wonderful companion that I plan to stick with him for a long time.

Finally, the last reason is the wisdom and experience a thirty-something can provide to an early twenty baby. When you are thirty, you are secure about yourself and about your ideas, which is very impressive to someone who just realized that fake Ids are part of the past.

Some people feel very excited about dating younger people. I personally feel tired the moment I hear “I’m twenty”. There is nothing wrong about being twenty-something but I feel like keeping them away from love life.

The " Whatever does She see in him?" Syndrome

2005-11-05T15:59:00.000-08:00

Scientists should call the enigma of desire the " whatever does she see in him?" syndrome. In A Midsummeer Night's Dream, Shakespeare captures the strangeness of love and the mysteries and inanities it engenders. Under the influence of a magic spell, Titania, the fairy queen, falls head over heels in lov with an ass (a donkey, that is). What Shakespeare seems to say is that romantic love is a form of enchantment that transforms an ass into an Adonis. When the spell fades and clarity is restores, we, like Titania, shudder and dismiss it as a waking dream.
What we saw was the elusive phantom we call our "type," which, lodged deep in our brains, is a portrait of our ideal lover, a hodgepodge of desirable attributes we've assembled unconsciously through the years. We're wired to fall in love with anyone who resembles this paragon.
Why, for instance, does one woman have a "thing" for short men with Slavic features? the answer may lie in childhood. The sexologist John Money proposes that somewhere between the ages of five and eight we create a "love map," a pattern based on experiences -the pharmacist who gave us candy, a curly-haired woman who smiledd on a bus- that contribute to the creation of the map. A composite slowly emerges, based on feelings and qualitatives we found pleasing. In adolescence the map assumes its final shape, becoming, Money write, "quite specific as to details of the physiognomy, build, race, and color of the ideal lover, not to mention tempeerament, mannersand so on."

From "the Technique of the Love affair" by Doris Langley Moore

Where are you???!

2005-11-04T22:29:00.000-08:00

Imagine it’s Friday night and you are all dressed up to go out with your date. You are excited because you haven’t seen your new love for several days. You put on your best perfume, you get a deep shave to prevent any kind of irritation to your partner when you make out and spend some time looking for the perfect out fit. After several hours, you start to feel tired and worried about your date. What’s going on? You even start to worry about what could have happened to your lover. Or maybe, your sweet heart has no plans to show up this night. After a short siesta, you are pissed off. However, your good nature cools you down because you believe there is a logic explanation. Finally, your cell rings and you realized that is your date. Her voice sounds very tired and sleepy. Yes, you are right, your Friday night is not going anywhere. You can’t hide your anger and decided to agree to everything and say goodbye to your less-loving-new-lover. But your kind nature makes your take a deep breath and call your honey back to ask what really happened. The answer is simple: Last night party ended right at the office door at 6:00 am. I thought I’ll get late Friday night but someone decided to get later before me, which indirectly screwed up my Friday plans. Tomorrow morning……very, very ,very early in the morning and very, very, very relaxed, I’ll go jogging. I might not get late but I’ll try to keep fit to get late next week.

How To Stay Young

2005-11-03T19:25:00.000-08:00

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height.
Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them. "

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,
whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's
workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is
with us our entire life is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets,
keep-sakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable,
improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9 Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county;
to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away.

Fragancias de madre

2005-11-03T16:24:00.000-08:00

Uno de los recuerdos más presentes de mi infancia y adolescencia es el olor de las flores de mi madre en el comer presidencial de mi casa. Mi madre, al igual que yo, es una gran amante de las flores. Es por ello que tiene muchas flores en casa. Cuando llega la primavera, los balcones se vuelven en un mantel multicolor de petunias, geráneos, margaritas, flores de seda y, como no, rosales de pitiminí y de flor de los enamorados. Éste último tipo me lo inventé yo porque las rosas eran iguales a las que se dan en el día de San Jordi, día de rosas rojas y libros en catalunya.

Vamos a centrarnos en el comer y dejemos de lado el jardín y el balcón de la casa. El comedor: centro de persecuciones entre mis hermanos, de celebraciones múltiples donde todo el mundo tenía y tiene un lugar determinado que se estableció de forma aleatoria y se convirtió con el tiempo en tradición. Curioso analizar cómo se crean las tradiciones. Yo dormí a los dos lados del comedor presidencial. Por supuesto, era una zona muy poco transitada y habitada por lo cual mi madre se lo apoderó como zona para tender la ropa en la si-si durante el invierno, y bien mirado, durante todo el año. Lo que es ser parte de una familia de clase media: no importa lo que se haga, siempre sale la parte práctica y más en una persona como mi madre. Imaginense este comedor, de suelos de terrazo a aguas, con su papel estilo Luís XIV, con su mesa y sillas con decoraciones pomposas. Un elemento que hacía el comedor especial para las plantas y para las cortas tardes de invierno eran los grandes ventanales que dejaban entrar los primeros rayos del mediodía. La luz había siempre sido única es esta estancia. Y también el olor de las flores. ! cómo olían las flores de mi madre! Recuerdo que su fragancia era intensa todo el año, cosa que nunca comenté a mi madre pero que siempre me sorprendió. Estamos en diciembre y aquí parece que sea primavera, pensaba yo. Pero la idea de descubrir el secreto de mi madre y de sus flores olorosas era como preguntar a mi padre de donde venían los niños. Además, yo ya estaba harto de sorpresas inesperadas y de descubrimientos que uno no quiere descubrir. !Cómo se le puede quitar a un niño los reyes? Eso es maldad y crueldad....madre mía que trángulo más terrible. De ahí que el comedor oloroso de mi madre se mantuvo durante años como un territorio donde mi madre llevaba acabo milagros plantísticos. Yo siempre pensé que como ella las quería tanto y las cuidaba con tanto afán, ellas, las flores y plantas, se lo agradecían con su fragancia de campo y hierba mojada. Algunas veces sólo sacaba la cabeza para oler el comedor de las místicas fragancias....hummmm!!! pensaba el tonto de Pep. Pobre de mi, que inocente!! Todo este misterio terminó el día que, hablando con mi hermana ya mayorcitos, me rebeló que no eran las flores de mi madre. Recuerdo con gran tristeza y cara de bobo lo que doña sabe lo todo me dijo.

Dating: “you cannot do that”

2005-11-02T20:01:00.000-08:00

One of the most fascinating aspects about love is how useful it can be if you want to discover yourself or at least something new about yourself. Imagine you face the following situation and ask how would you react.

James met a girl on the Internet, Paula. They met, when out dancing and made passionate love at his place over a bottle of vodka. James is a very liberal guy, open to experimentation and with a very unique quality: He's never jealous. Paula, is very much like him but with a different unique quality: She’s addicted to guys.

Paula believes James and her share similar personalities and decides to go out with James but tell him she just wants to build up a friendship. James really enjoys Paula’s company and decided to keep a distance. However, a natural disaster puts both of them under the same roof. They ended sleeping together and making love once again. James knows he’s falling in love with Paula and feels that Paula is cold and distant. But she’s also the one that makes him feel the blood on his head going down his pants.

One evening, Paula and James decided to go out after several days locked indoors. Paula felt sleep and James decided to wait for her to wake up. While Paula is laying down with her face twisted on her side, James admires her thick lips and dark hair. She really turns him on. Finally, Paula opens her eyes and pulls James’ lips towards hers. They kiss, they make love, they cuddle and they get ready to go out.

James preferred to stay but decides to say nothing since he’s not sure about what happened. He knows Paula cares about him but he’s not sure about her feelings.

Paula wanted to go to a Lounge where you can dance. She loves to dance, drink and dream. Those three Ds are the ones that James love about her. After a little while in the Lounge, Paula starts talking to another guy. James does not feel threat about the guy Paula is talking too. In fact, he also tends to talk to girls spontaneously, which makes his dates go nuts. James goes to the restroom and when he comes back, Paula is kissing the new guy. James reaction is to step back, move forward, and finally, to face Paula. James tells Paula he’s going to the dance floor, and Paula tells him to stay. However, James looks and her with anger and leaves. After a few minutes, Paula finds James and tells him that she was sorry. James answer was “you cannot do that”.

After learning about this story, I thought it was very interesting to see how possessive and bossy people turn when it comes to love. I consider myself to be very open minded, but I probably had reacted like James. However, is that correct? Do I have right to impose myself to someone? Do I feel she’s being a slat? Or maybe I’ve been too emotional? I’m not sure which answer is the right one though I know that I ended thinking that nobody has the right to impose himself to anyone, no matter what. If that person likes to act that way, you either take it or leave it.

2005-10-31T12:30:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach: Collins Avenue. Pat, Charlie is gone!!! the best Argentinian Restaurant perished due to an electric failure.

2005-10-31T12:29:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach: Lincoln Rd....again, more mess....

2005-10-31T12:28:00.001-08:00

Miami Beach: Lincoln Rd....yes...what a mess!

2005-10-31T12:28:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach: Lincoln Rd. Yes....what a mess!

2005-10-31T12:27:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach: Lincoln Rd. Business as usual...if the art can't be indoors we'll reinvent the concept of a store!

2005-10-31T12:26:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach: Indian Creek Dr, my street, lost all its signs...Wilma was really driving drunk all over the place!

2005-10-31T12:25:00.001-08:00

Miami Beach: No light, no walk in the middle of the night. Curfew from 8pm to 6am!

2005-10-31T12:25:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach: Yes!.....the tree missed the car!

2005-10-31T12:24:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach: Little tree decided to go for a walk on its own and got lost......

2005-10-31T12:23:00.001-08:00

Miami Beach: Ghost Collins Avenue...Wilma helps dressing the city for Halloween.

2005-10-31T12:23:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach: Collins Avenue....this is a real disaster....

2005-10-31T12:22:00.001-08:00

Miami Beach: Collins Avenue with cleaners and dead palm tree

2005-10-31T12:22:00.000-08:00

Miami Beach: Lincoln Rd walk way...or probably I should say "tree way"

2005-10-27T08:35:00.000-07:00

Miami Beach. Do you want a coco-loco?

2005-10-27T08:34:00.000-07:00

Miami Beach. Wilma has a very particular idea when it comes to design.

2005-10-27T08:32:00.000-07:00

Miami Beach. Wilma decided to hard-party in South Beach!

2005-10-27T08:29:00.000-07:00

Miami Beach. No matter what, Miami will always come back stronger and brighter!

2005-10-27T07:52:00.000-07:00

Hollywood. Wilma hates old cars.....poor perejil!

2005-10-26T10:47:00.000-07:00

Miami Beach. Children will always be children. Who said a hurricane would keep kids bored?

2005-10-26T10:41:00.000-07:00

Mimia Beach. Wilma decided to convert a lifesaving tower into a go-go platform.

2005-10-26T10:40:00.000-07:00

Miami Beach. After the storm, the birds gathered together to assess the damage to their palm trees.

Wilma the Mayan Goddess of Destruction

2005-10-26T09:52:00.000-07:00

October 24th, 2005 will not be forgotten by those who live in the South East area of Florida. At 5am, the winds of a furious category 3 hurricane started to blow and did not stop until 4pm. No electricity, no water, gas shortage are some of the effects that most of South Eastern Floridians are facing and will face this coming weeks.

My experience has been, like most other residents, very stressful. I live and own a condo in Miami Beach. The day before I decided to drive to Hollywood and stay at my friend's house. I was sure the hurricane would be very dangerous and did not get stranded in Miami Beach. I already experienced that during 09/11 in New York city in 2001. The winds were so dangerous that we had to look ourselves in a walk-in closet from time to time. We were not sure if one of the windows will be able to sustain the strength of the windows. I decided to record a video from a safe location so I have a memory of what happened.

Once the storm stopped, we stepped out the condo to make sure our cars were fine. I was shocked to see that a palm tree felt over my car. Bloody hell!!! The windshield was badly craked on the passenger side and there were two bumps, one of the top and the other on the front. Still, I felt very like! there were several trees that had felt over cars and crashed them in half. My feeling of luckiness got stronger when I went back home the following day. I was shocked to see so much destruction and I started to get very nervous. How would I find my condo? The first surprise....electricity!!!!....the second surprise....water!!! I was one of the few who had those so assumed comodities by our society. I felt soooo bless and so lucky! The wind was so strong that the A/C unite in my living room got pushed from its hole on the wall into the floor. Some of the other units had some windows broken....mine were fine.

Today, I don't have to got to work till next Monday. The situation is so chaotic, though very much under control, that the University of Miami decided to close down. Also, we have curfew from 8pm till 6am. Several people have already been arrested because they did not obey the curfew. I decided to take it easy, relax and recover from all the stress Wilma put on my shoulders.