The meaning of Life Has been found
Sorry, the meaning of life is only explained in my mother language, Catalan. Don't tell me you expected to find it written in the global language of the XXI century, right? It would be too easy for such a profound revelation that could change your life.
Avui ho he estat pensant: podria ser ke la clau de la vida fos ser conscient ke un a de trucar a la gent 5 vegades per trobarla, fer experiments 100 cops pq funcionin i tot i aixi seguir sent optimiste? Saber ke lestat correcte de les coses es ke no funcionin, ke els amics siguin impuntuals, ke la gent sigui impresentable i tot i aixi seguir amb la moral alta, com si no fos aixi ke funcionesin les coses? Com si la clau fos acceptar la realitat sense voler canviarla. Tenir un punt destoicisme reversible? Aixo, seguir la doctrina del Estoicisme Reversible. Podria ser?
P.S: there is an added difficulty for internet translators: there are purpoted typos. sorry.
Avui ho he estat pensant: podria ser ke la clau de la vida fos ser conscient ke un a de trucar a la gent 5 vegades per trobarla, fer experiments 100 cops pq funcionin i tot i aixi seguir sent optimiste? Saber ke lestat correcte de les coses es ke no funcionin, ke els amics siguin impuntuals, ke la gent sigui impresentable i tot i aixi seguir amb la moral alta, com si no fos aixi ke funcionesin les coses? Com si la clau fos acceptar la realitat sense voler canviarla. Tenir un punt destoicisme reversible? Aixo, seguir la doctrina del Estoicisme Reversible. Podria ser?
P.S: there is an added difficulty for internet translators: there are purpoted typos. sorry.
Life in USA
I'm going to provide you with a little sketch about what it feels living in USA:
Imagine one deligthfull day. Calm. Pigeons sing in the trees. Squirrels hide nuts. You are at your workplace and everything is calm. Suddenly, the phone rings. You are swinging in your benchchair and Pawan stretch the phone: David, is for you. You take it, you listen and...--David! THe Internet company called me with a $250 bill!! They told me we have to pay... Holly shit, who is this? what is she talking me about.... you nearly hit the ground from the shock. You can barely stay in your chair: a bill? a bill? dollars to pay? Who is talking...you recall: -Oh yes! My roomate that left our appartment half a year ago is calling me now, half a year later, with a misterious half a year ago bill...Holly cow! I even remember who she looked like, now try to find where this bill comes from. the Homebody Security Department thread level raised from green to severe! Geth's losss, schnelee schnelle!!!
All army corps and reserves and milita are being mobilized!!!! RED ALARM!!!
-I am not going to pay it, that's clear. She proceeds on the phone...But, but, but, you mumble, may I should call them? What I should tell them?
-Tell them that they called me and ask about the bill...-but, but...you continue to mumble...will they know? How I specify the bill to them? Just telling they called you? That's like trying to find a needle in a haystack or even worse, trying to find a missing file in Windows XP!!!
-I don't know, you calle them, the number is 888-111111. Clong! The phone hungs up.
Then, what you should do? You call them, and after surviving to a half dozen answer machines that looked like a WWI trench war, entering digits, changing extension, bips, background music, saying: "yes" and awaiting the automatic machines answering: "I think you say yes, touch one to confirm" you reach a human representative:
After the customary welcoming phrase that sounds like: "Thanks-for- calling- this-VERY-VERY-VERY- nice-and-efficient-company, remember-we-have-a-month-discount-of-blblblbla-product-and- blabllaba-rebate,-Christmas-is-coming,-you-will-have-to-buy-something-better-is-our-product" you explain your problem:
-Yes, look, my former roomate called me with a $250 bill, and we don't know where it comes from.
- (----)
-(---) (the representative is not answering. Just keeps mute.
-sorry? Is there anyone? You try to know if the conection dropped.
-I don't know what THE HELL are you talking about. She answers.
-Ok, that's good, because neither me, you ad a "he, he" that doesn't produce the desired effect, it sounded to void...During 15 mintues you proceed giving more detailed specifications until she can figure out who you are, who your old rommate might be, etc... then she replies:
-You are cleared, no bills nothing. Anything else?
-But, what about the problem?
-Anything else?
-Oh, well, no.
-Ok, have a nice day ----SIGUIENTE--- Actually you cannot hear this last word because she already hung up...
And then, after all this crap, you are back in square one.
That's live, live in USA.
Imagine one deligthfull day. Calm. Pigeons sing in the trees. Squirrels hide nuts. You are at your workplace and everything is calm. Suddenly, the phone rings. You are swinging in your benchchair and Pawan stretch the phone: David, is for you. You take it, you listen and...--David! THe Internet company called me with a $250 bill!! They told me we have to pay... Holly shit, who is this? what is she talking me about.... you nearly hit the ground from the shock. You can barely stay in your chair: a bill? a bill? dollars to pay? Who is talking...you recall: -Oh yes! My roomate that left our appartment half a year ago is calling me now, half a year later, with a misterious half a year ago bill...Holly cow! I even remember who she looked like, now try to find where this bill comes from. the Homebody Security Department thread level raised from green to severe! Geth's losss, schnelee schnelle!!!
All army corps and reserves and milita are being mobilized!!!! RED ALARM!!!
-I am not going to pay it, that's clear. She proceeds on the phone...But, but, but, you mumble, may I should call them? What I should tell them?
-Tell them that they called me and ask about the bill...-but, but...you continue to mumble...will they know? How I specify the bill to them? Just telling they called you? That's like trying to find a needle in a haystack or even worse, trying to find a missing file in Windows XP!!!
-I don't know, you calle them, the number is 888-111111. Clong! The phone hungs up.
Then, what you should do? You call them, and after surviving to a half dozen answer machines that looked like a WWI trench war, entering digits, changing extension, bips, background music, saying: "yes" and awaiting the automatic machines answering: "I think you say yes, touch one to confirm" you reach a human representative:
After the customary welcoming phrase that sounds like: "Thanks-for- calling- this-VERY-VERY-VERY- nice-and-efficient-company, remember-we-have-a-month-discount-of-blblblbla-product-and- blabllaba-rebate,-Christmas-is-coming,-you-will-have-to-buy-something-better-is-our-product" you explain your problem:
-Yes, look, my former roomate called me with a $250 bill, and we don't know where it comes from.
- (----)
-(---) (the representative is not answering. Just keeps mute.
-sorry? Is there anyone? You try to know if the conection dropped.
-I don't know what THE HELL are you talking about. She answers.
-Ok, that's good, because neither me, you ad a "he, he" that doesn't produce the desired effect, it sounded to void...During 15 mintues you proceed giving more detailed specifications until she can figure out who you are, who your old rommate might be, etc... then she replies:
-You are cleared, no bills nothing. Anything else?
-But, what about the problem?
-Anything else?
-Oh, well, no.
-Ok, have a nice day ----SIGUIENTE--- Actually you cannot hear this last word because she already hung up...
And then, after all this crap, you are back in square one.
That's live, live in USA.
Have you ever thought about what happens when your girlfriend talks by cell phone, wears a cap and is cold and dark outside?
Heu pensat alguna vegada que passa quan la teva novia parla per telefon, es de nit, fa fred i porta una gorra de béisbol? Ja ho se, aquest escenari sembla estupid pero poseu-vos a pensar-hi per un moment:
Un dia qualsevol la teva novia et be a buscar en cotxe. Heu quedat al lloc tal i ella conduiex. Tu l’esperes. Arriba puntual, puges al cotxe, vols fer-li un peto i et trobes que esta parlan pel mobil. “Ok, -penses, m’espero”. El cotxe arranca i seguéis parlant. Deu ser un amic de tota la vida, penses. Seguéis parlant. Passen 5 minuts i seguéis parlant. La mires i de sobte te nadotes que pots estar sentat al costat d’una persona que no coneixes. Com? Si, mireu, degut al fred, vesteix un gruixut anorac que li arriba fins a les galtes i per tant casi no li vues ni la cara, b) porta una gorra que li tapa practicament tot allo que podries veureli, els cabells, les orelles, etc…c) com que es de nit, no es veuen els seus ulls i d) a sobre esta parlant per telefon. Resultat: es ella? O podria ser que estiguessis sentat al costat d’algu que no coneixes? Per sort, encara no hi ha cap dispositiu electronic comercio-socialitzat que pugui ocultar la veu i el seu to revela que la persona amb la que vas en cotxe deu ser la teva novia. Pero estas sentat al costat duna especie de estatua vivent. I esperes. Perque seguéix parlant. Daixo i dallo i de lo altre. I esperes. I el cotxe va prosseguint el cami i tu esperes. Te n’adones que l’unic que pots fer es pensar. Amb una platja, amb un gos o caure en la paradoxa dels temps moderns, on, segons en quina situacio la distancia es cepilla la proximitat. Pensem-hi. Aquesta situacio que acabo de descriure es tan sols una punta de l’iceberg. Quantes vegades ens hem trobat amb algu parlant tranquilament, fins que el truquen pel mobil? -Espera, em truquen. La teva conversacio es paralitza. El mobil, que representa a una persona que tan li fot que estigui a la proxima cantonada com a l’illa del Pacific mes proxima, et passa pel damunt i t’agafa la prioritat de la conversacio. El que truca per telefon es mes important que tu i tu t’as daguantar i, fent cas a les regles de caballería i tolerancia, aguantar fins que acabin de parlar sense enfadar-te. Es aixi com s’ha de reaccionar? O la persona a la qual truquen ha de negarse a contestar? O ha de cancelar la conversació quan cregui in situ que s’allarga massa? Llavors de quan estem parlant? De 3 minuts, 5 minuts o 10 minuts i 30 segons? Difícil eleccio, ho se, difícil resulocio.
Mentrestant, encara que sembli mentida, la meva novia seguéis parlant -amb nosequi- i jo escric aquestes linies per desfogarme amb vosaltres i no amb ella. Perque acceptemho, si mi desfogo, el meu superJo es quedara la mar de satisfet pero les sequeles seran imborrables –sabeu el que vull dir, oi, sino llegiu-vos aquell cuento de sabiduría popular que ronda per Internet que explica que quan arruges un paper sempre hi queden arrugues i tal…-
Total, que seguéis parlant i parlant i casun Ceuta, cada cop estic mes emprenyat pero clar…Sa d’aguantar, al cap i a la fi, estem al Segle XXI, no? Temps moderns, temps moderns.
Un dia qualsevol la teva novia et be a buscar en cotxe. Heu quedat al lloc tal i ella conduiex. Tu l’esperes. Arriba puntual, puges al cotxe, vols fer-li un peto i et trobes que esta parlan pel mobil. “Ok, -penses, m’espero”. El cotxe arranca i seguéis parlant. Deu ser un amic de tota la vida, penses. Seguéis parlant. Passen 5 minuts i seguéis parlant. La mires i de sobte te nadotes que pots estar sentat al costat d’una persona que no coneixes. Com? Si, mireu, degut al fred, vesteix un gruixut anorac que li arriba fins a les galtes i per tant casi no li vues ni la cara, b) porta una gorra que li tapa practicament tot allo que podries veureli, els cabells, les orelles, etc…c) com que es de nit, no es veuen els seus ulls i d) a sobre esta parlant per telefon. Resultat: es ella? O podria ser que estiguessis sentat al costat d’algu que no coneixes? Per sort, encara no hi ha cap dispositiu electronic comercio-socialitzat que pugui ocultar la veu i el seu to revela que la persona amb la que vas en cotxe deu ser la teva novia. Pero estas sentat al costat duna especie de estatua vivent. I esperes. Perque seguéix parlant. Daixo i dallo i de lo altre. I esperes. I el cotxe va prosseguint el cami i tu esperes. Te n’adones que l’unic que pots fer es pensar. Amb una platja, amb un gos o caure en la paradoxa dels temps moderns, on, segons en quina situacio la distancia es cepilla la proximitat. Pensem-hi. Aquesta situacio que acabo de descriure es tan sols una punta de l’iceberg. Quantes vegades ens hem trobat amb algu parlant tranquilament, fins que el truquen pel mobil? -Espera, em truquen. La teva conversacio es paralitza. El mobil, que representa a una persona que tan li fot que estigui a la proxima cantonada com a l’illa del Pacific mes proxima, et passa pel damunt i t’agafa la prioritat de la conversacio. El que truca per telefon es mes important que tu i tu t’as daguantar i, fent cas a les regles de caballería i tolerancia, aguantar fins que acabin de parlar sense enfadar-te. Es aixi com s’ha de reaccionar? O la persona a la qual truquen ha de negarse a contestar? O ha de cancelar la conversació quan cregui in situ que s’allarga massa? Llavors de quan estem parlant? De 3 minuts, 5 minuts o 10 minuts i 30 segons? Difícil eleccio, ho se, difícil resulocio.
Mentrestant, encara que sembli mentida, la meva novia seguéis parlant -amb nosequi- i jo escric aquestes linies per desfogarme amb vosaltres i no amb ella. Perque acceptemho, si mi desfogo, el meu superJo es quedara la mar de satisfet pero les sequeles seran imborrables –sabeu el que vull dir, oi, sino llegiu-vos aquell cuento de sabiduría popular que ronda per Internet que explica que quan arruges un paper sempre hi queden arrugues i tal…-
Total, que seguéis parlant i parlant i casun Ceuta, cada cop estic mes emprenyat pero clar…Sa d’aguantar, al cap i a la fi, estem al Segle XXI, no? Temps moderns, temps moderns.
Ya me olvidava...
Hey! I forgot to tell last Saturday was Halloween...and what does it mean in US? "Despiporre a la americana"...We enjoyed seeing very creative costumes and also teens being hancuffed by police for just drinking beer on the streets....
Halloween 2005
Halloween 2005