Dr Plim

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Slacking but not so

I've been slacking on this blog... but not on my others ones!
Check out my climbing blog:
http://brunoplim.wordpress.com/

Friday, December 12, 2008

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Does incompetence all occur together??? Is it like the full moon that brings about stronger tides and synchronous female periods????? How come I need to ask for better communication from lawyers?????!!!! Aren't they trained to be methodical and logical and systematic? It's all in my imagination.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Holy Shit What A Crazy Morning

It's the small things in life that shift it all around, stir things up all over the place, that tip the scales from "wow this is going just right" to "i can't see a way out...", the dime that derails the train.
Small things such as... a tooth!

I got three teeth implanted (DRILLED) about 7-8 years ago and 2 months ago one went "crunch" and became slightly loose. I had just gotten married, moved to Cali, flying back and forth from Cali to Florida, working on the Ph.D. and on an article... soooo busy and financially stretched that I just wanted to be careful with the tooth until things settled in my life.
Not gonna happen though.
This morning I woke up and my tooth felt wobblier and after some innocent exploration with my tongue it just slipped out, no pressure, no pain, just slip. The next things I know it is 6am and i'm holding a tooth with a 1cm metal piece coming out of it. I thought (hoped) I was still dreaming, having a really vivid dream, as I looked at my tooth. Alas, it is a reality. The problem isn't aesthetic at all the problem is that the bottom teeth may now move to fill this gap... so any work (if it delayed) may require f'ing braces again! And money money money!
Wild

Anyway, had breakfast, no prob, went to the office and started contacting implantologists in UF. They have implantology dept here. Great! Hummm, not great. Despite having student health insurance they accept nothing... and the earliest is in January.
Ok, I had to go to the DMV to get my driver's license renewed so I bike against traffic during rush hour along roads that don't have bike lanes (arghghghghhgghghghghg annoying!!!) to get there on time and have them tell me that they can't renew it until i have renewed the I-20! UCK!!
Bike all the way back.

But wait, the silver lining. downtrodden I decide to bike back a longer way and end up exploring a new route through wood covered roads where the trees were all yellow and red and the bike path (yes!) was littered with leaves. And being in the present moment, hearing Peter Fenner whisper "no preferences, no attachments or aversions" and enjoying this amazing rollercoaster of a morning!!!

Wild Wild Wild

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Check THIS out!

This is really cool. And just imagine how much cooler it will be in a couple of years, after some advances and refining!!

http://www.engadget.com/2008/11/14/oblongs-g-speak-the-minority-report-os-brought-to-life/

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

People Born Into Bodies

People born into bodies.

Sitting in a Berkeley coffee shop, working on the astronomy and doing what I do best which is observing peope.
I like to think that I am not judging, simply looking, taking people in. A girl with a hesitant look on her face approaches the counter, she could ask for help but chooses not to, instead she looks around, baffled, wondering where the garbage is. She finds it, goes to drop the paper napkin inside but stops and reads what's on the lid.
I see her as a woman then see her as someone living in a body that is a woman. And I think of how much we are defined by these bodies we inhabit.
A man sits at a table beside me, his back is very erect, hair tied back in a short ponytail, the executive posture in line with the executive expressionless face. As something relaxes he slouches, what just let go there? His elbow is now on the table, hand pressed against his face, a posture much more aligned with his casual board shorts and flip flops. As if he was trying to be something and then slipping into the not trying and just being. I wait for the switch to go off again, when he'll straighten up again.
There it is.

And to some certain degree there is the thought of that being wrong, or that it could be better...



Saturday, October 25, 2008

WTF do people do in the bathroom....

As a follow-up to my previous post, I am now sitting on the floor of Jacksonville airport, a few minutes ago I was taking a pause at the bathrooms. Washing my face with the boiling hot water.... not too pleasant, not even the option of cold water - anyway.
And as I stand there, by the small rest area, I hear the dribbling of someone beginning to urinate at the same time as: "hi love, hello, can you hear me. is that better? hi. i'm at the airport, got out of class early...." and there is another example of things that people do in the restrooms, that amaze me. A guy pissing, supporting a suitcase around one shoulder, holding the device of urine emission with one hand, holding a bag with the other hand and radically cranking his head and neck to one side in order to hold the phone.
It really wouldn't be too difficult to put down the bags, urinate for 30 seconds, then call your girl!!!
People are amazing.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

WTF Do People Do In The Bathroom?

More specifically in the shitter!
I just went to the restroom here, in my department, and noticed that one of the stall doors was closed and a foot with flip-flops (and socks! must be American) was visible at the bottom. But no sound whatsoever. I relieved myself, happily, and still, not a sound. No newspaper rustling, no coughing, no wiping sounds.... silence. I don't particularly enjoy sitting on the toilet, if I want to read something I shit and then go sit or lie down comfortably. Why would I want to read something while sitting on porcelain or plastic with my ass through a hole??? It really isn't the most comfortable place.... am I in the minority????

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

My Wordpress Blog

So this here blog hasn't seen much activity but my wordpress one has! I have a few accounts there for climbing, yoga, movies, and books so check it out:
http://www.astro.ufl.edu/~bruno/
http://brunoplim.wordpress.com/ - this is the climbing site and I add here a little clip which I just uploaded to the site so you can get a taste of what is there.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

That's what she said...

I was asked what it was that I would take away from my visit to the US (when I finally leave that is). And after much thought it became evident that "that's what she said" has influenced me most and will forever be with me.
The idea, for those unfamiliar with this, is very similar to the fortune cookie deal where you read the fortune and add "in bed" to the ending. An excellent example of this is "They will definitely remember all you efforts"..."in bed".
As you can see it makes the fortune all that more funny.

So, a step up from that is "that's what she said" which implies there was once a female friend of yours who said whatever phrase had just been said.
Proceeding with examples:
1: Say you were climbing with some friends, trying to get to the top of a boulder problem. At some point one of your friends says "This is sooo f'ing hard!!!" Perfect opportunity for you to say "that's what she said".
The tone and volume of the voice is extremely important too. One shouldn't say it at the same volume as the phrase was said in, so as to make it seem like you are recalling a moment.
It should come out spontaneously, effortessly ("that's what she said").

Well, this morning, has I walk along the corridor leading to the door of my office, the cleaning lady steps out of the office and greets me:
-Good morning!
-Good morning!

-I just finished mopping the floor.
-Oh, that's ok.

-It is still a little wet.
-...(insert above phrase)

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Beauty

So.
I was walking along campus (to all my avid readers, no I still haven't finished with University) and thinking about something which has been a reoccuring theme lately, beauty.

Everyone has those moments of lucidity, where for a while you seem to be seeing things for the first time. Well, I was walking along fascinated at how strange people looked.
We take the human form to be so for granted. The four limbs, two on which we balance and two which swing/dangle at our side. The random facial and head hair... in all its shapes and sizes and colours. The face! Simply composed of two eyes, a nose, a mouth... but the amazing variety of faces depending on race, age... our skin tone...
Anyway.
The main thing I was thinking about was how this rather awkward assemblage is looked at as beautiful or ugly, attractive or repulsive. That for starters, the most interesting part is how does that affect our evaluation of ART!!

Is our whole concept of beauty based on our sexual attraction?
We could just as well have been raised to find a dog sexually attractive (if we were dogs, that is) so would our appreciation of colours and forms be different because of that?

Is our view of art based upon our view of human beauty?

What do you say?

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Coffee Culture


Saturday, ohhhh, Saturdays.
A gorgeous yoga session to start the day which always leaves me somewhat sad. A sadness that persists throughout the day.
Only a good climbing session with Randy managed to uplift the spirits.
Biking home I thought of checking this place out, Coffee Culture, just north of my house.
Quick shower, 10:30pm = loads of time, back on the bike and here I am. Headphones on, listening to Gilles Peterson, sipping on hot chocolate, feeling worked and refreshed... ready to take on the day! Oh, it`s nearly bedtime... whatever.

Thought i`d revive this guy too, hadn`t posted here in ages. And my first post back is the most boring of all... not fiction... real life! No metaphors. Crazy.

Ahh... good to wake up again :)

Saturday, January 07, 2006

peeling away the layers

j: here is to starting a new phase in the relationship


-"i mean, you have this idea of yourself right, an image of sorts."

he squeezed the mayonnaise package and painted the veggie burger with the sticky white substance (the mayonnaise).

he continued:
-"and it really is impossible to understand how that image came about!!
i mean, perhaps a number of people have commented on how large your... your ears are but it was that one comment about the beauty-mark on the bottom of your left ear that you remember.
i mean, the view that you have of yourself... not even YOU know how you ended up with it."

he looked into her eyes, both, scanning for a reaction.

he continued:
"messed up right?! but worse even, you have this image of yourself as other people see you.
i mean,
to your co-workers you think they see you in a certain way
to your water polo buddies you think they see you in a different way
to your parents you have another image
regarding your wife/girlfriend/boyfriend you think they see you in another way
...
with different people you feel differently about yourself."

her lips parted:
-"how do you see yourself when you are around me?"

his smile faded:
-"don`t take me personally honey, i`m just philosophising"

she:
-"well what is wrong with philosphising about us??"

him:
-"we can do that too... later"
and quickly added:
-"listen, i just want to add the crux of all this, please... let me just finish
my thoughts and we can sit down and argue about our relationship"

her:
-"i don`t want to argue! I hate arguing"

male:
-"ok ok, i meant discuss... ok, talk, i meant talk"

silence

testicles again (in a soft voice):
-"i`m sorry strawberry, i got carried away"

silence

testies:
-"i love you"

a low sniffeling followed by:
-"go on then"

insensitive guy:
-"i just wanted to add that the image is independent of what the other person really thinks.
...
i mean, you think that the other person sees you in a certain way but you don`t know- and most of the times you are actually wrong in your self-judgement!
so you go around acting in a hundred diferent ways according to whom you are with and when you get home you don`t know who you are supposed to act as... and so you feel uncomfortable... either that or you know perfectly well who you are and you still feel uncomfortable because you weren`t acting like that person throughout the day."

sensitive girl:
-"so you think i am not sincere with myself?"

m:
-"no hon...."

f:
-"i understand what you are saying, really i do but..."

m:
-"say it baby, don`t hold it in, be true to yourself"

silence

-"don`t betray yourself! let it all out, tell me!"

f:
-"i`m not betraying myself!
you think you are getting somewhere with all your philosophising but all you do is talk talk talk!
I know what you are talking about but i prefer to be just as i am. I prefer to act differently with different people. I have many facets to my personality- when i am in a bitchy mood i hang out with my girlfriends, when i am in a quiet mood i hang out with A., when i want some pampering i go for two days to my parents` house, and when i want some deep dicking i hang out with you until you start with your philosophy 101 bullshit..."

silence

-"you talk too much... what you are saying is right but you just preach but don`t act accordingly..."

silence

-"hey, you asked for honesty

...

you crying?"



low sniffelling

Friday, December 16, 2005

tortuga.1

to a friend whom i never stop annoying

"Does anyone understand what the f$#k she is saying???" an elder man with a british accent tells his wife whose pale-white face immediately begins to light up bright red as she excuses her husbands` language to the other potential passengers seated in the lounge.
He grabs her wrist rather violently and tells her to quote-unquote: shut the fuck up.
The annoying, female, high-pitched voice, comes on the speakers again, blaring through the whole airport something about Tokyo, Japan. I cannot take it anymore so I stop typing the email and plug my ears with the index fingers... which is when I realise that I can actually understand what she is saying like this.
"We are in need of passengers to fill flight 411 to Tokyo, Japan. Reduced fare."
I think of my girlfriend whom I love but with whom this whole long-distance buzinass just isn`t working as I thought... I think of my job which leaves me plenty of time to swim and go to the gym and go climbing but which I got into because it was what another friend was doing and, now that I feel I better understand myself, just isn`t appealing to me anymore.

Pause. Save As: "Tortuga.1". Done.

I stand up and, swiveling on my left foot, propel my right heel onto the britsh mans` face.
Blood pours down to the floor in a vertical torrent reminiscent of a good monty python scene as he picks himself (and a beer bottle) up, and prepares to discuss the meaning of life with me.

Pause. Restore: "Tortuga.1". Done.

I stand up and make my way to the ticket counter where I inform the gorgeous asian lady that I want to go to Tokyo, Japan. I have money in my back account that will allow me to live well for at least a month during which I can find some odd job until something more permanent comes along. I will see Japan, will eat sushi and drink sake, will meet a thousand new people in the space of a few days, will see the zen gardens, and my perspective of the world will never be the same.

Pause. Restore: "Tortuga.1". Done.

I silently pray for the wellbeing of the english lady who has to endure the abusive husband.
I silently wonder if Tokyo exists in real life and what it would be like to know that culture.
I start up my ipod, another coldplay track comes on (which makes me feel good about myself), as I head over to the gate where "we are now boarding passengers seated in rows..."

Friday, November 04, 2005

Walking the Path...of Magical Moments

To three friends who will meet again in 10 years` time.

And the question once again arises: what is Love? What is it to fall in Love? What is it to be in Love? What is it to know Love?
The same philophers, with their stomachs full of a plethora of oriental delicatesens, debating one more issue...
Different ages, different life styles, different outlooks on Life, different past experiences shaping opinions and words and all coming together during priceless moments of verbal (but with mouths full) debate.

What is Love? What is it to fall in Love? What is it to be in Love? What is it to know Love?

How can one be in Love after only knowing someone else for a couple of days?
Can one Love more than one person at a time?
Why can the be a space of several years between experiences of deep meaningfull Love?

Despite there being different definitions we decided to debate one which goes as follows: "falling in Love" is easy to happen but to "be in Love" requires a whole lifetime of sharing.
One need not agree with such definition but understand its basis.
"Love", following that definition, is comparable to "enlightenment"- an ideal towards which you walk, most people do not achieve it, the vast majority don`t even dare start the path and the majority of those quit from that path early on.
The question then would be: "how do you choose the person with whom you want to walk that path?"

Many methods were debated and yet... all those are forms of the essence. In other words: all ways of choosing the person are based on your preferences- what else could they be based on?! Only a non-choice would be free of your personal preferences.
Should one have them (the preferences)? Should one try to eliminate them? Should one ignore them? ... in a way these are all forms of the essence. If one gets to the point where he is aware of his preferences thenthat is already a major step.


As long as you embrace the full person you will always walk the path towards Love... and a person is so much more than just their preferences.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Limits

and i looked out at the sea
the ocean

i had just been swimming there, it was full of people populating solely the first ten meters of water... beyond that - not a soul

i had just been swimming there and had swam out to at least 30 meters... alone in the deep water. every now and then i would look down into the water looking for a tell-tale shadow of some hidden "thing"... a shark... a jellyfish... a manta ray... a plastic bag... something that could unexpectedly brush against my body and make me freak out.
imagination
you know that you have several meters of water underneath you, you have no idea what is in there... how can you NOT be slightly wigged out?! many things live in the water and in this wavy section of ocean there is so much stuff attention due to the human activity... obviously, if i was a fish i would be close to the shore so i could get-me-some.

i sat on the beach looking out to the ocean and thinking about how this did scare me.
i thought of the image of a starving homeless child which i had seen in a national geographic magazine.
i looked out to the ocean and wondered how much courage i would need to swim out to the yellow floating buoy in the distance... much further than i had gone before... if i was a fish i would be beside that buoy waiting for something to pass by me......
a solitary yellow floating buoy in the middle of the ocean... no-one around it, not even close!
i recalled my mother always saying that i was too scared for certain things.
i recalled the stories of lives that came to an end with so much ease and so abruptly...
i recalled images of courage i had once seen but particularly images of helplessness.

i had a choice here,
i was looking at the buoy and that was beyond my limit. my courage limit.
i could stay on the sand and get a job, get married, settle down, grow mentally old, and die
or
i could go beyond my limit, face a challenge by choice, bring Life into this day, toil with creation and destruction

i decided to swim to the buoy
walked over to the lifeguard and asked how far it was
250m

sat down and asked myself again: why am i doing it
for a minute i was unsure, the reason did not jump to mind, it was confused in images of triumph and of other seeing me swim so far out... looking in awe...
slowly i brought back the reason - to bring Life into this day; to not be lazy - to defy laziness; to honour those who cannot choose; to make me strong in the next circumstance i am faced with fear.

i swam into the water and, without looking back once, swam to the buoy.
yes i did look down several times and my imagination did not stop once but it was the imagination that i was feeding off... without it i would not be facing my limit.

sitting on the sand again, looking at the buoy where i had been just minutes before
i had felt alive
i had defied laziness
...


my eyesight glanced past the buoy and for the first time i saw the Ocean.
the ocean
not a vast body of water filled with creatures of all shapes an sizes - so much more
the ocean
how it continued
and its extense and depth were an indication of how much more i had to learn about myself
the buoy of knowledge was now at 250 meters...

my eyesight trailed off to the horizon beyond which the ocean still continued...

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Un Fin De Semana Con Amor - A Weekend With Love

Dedicado a todos de Cambil. En particular a S., M., A., Man., M #2., J,.....

Pues eso, un fin de semana en la compania del Amor.


Y cuando nos enamoramos y duele?
Y que es y es como practicar la "indiferencia"?
Y cuanto tiempo es necessario para considerar que un relacion merece la pena?
Y como no perder lo que ya se tiene?


Pues duele.
Yo me voy a enamorar, manana. Manana, cuando todos empiecen a bailar, sin duda que voy a ver una chica (guapa o no) que me interese.
Y cuando eso pase voy a querer estar con ella si ella va a buscar un zumo, si ella empieza a bailar flamenco, si ella se va a sentar un rato...
Voy a querer mirar al lado a ver si ella esta hablando con alguien, o a intentar que mi ojos crucen con su mirada...
Pero no lo voy hacer. Aqui entra la indiferencia.

Voy a sentir ese Amor crecer en mi ser pero no voy a dejar de notar y bailar con la abuelita que mira los que estan bailando.
No voy a beber mi zumo rapidamente porque ella va a buscar algo para tomar.
Si ella baila flamenco de forma divina, yo voy a sonrir pero voy a abrazar mi novia (caso ella exista) al mismo tiempo.
Si ella habla con alguien mis pies no van a cambiar su ritmo.


Pero, y puede ser que sera un poco mas dificil, con la misma indiferenca voy a dicirle lo que quiero decir.

Por la misma razon que un pintor merece un halago tambien las personalidades lo merecen. Y yo, cuando lo digo, no estoy pensando si el pintor se va enrollar conmigo o no... (Addendum: claro que el mundo no es ideal y la chica/chico/pintor se podra sentir incomodo y sin saber lo que hacer o lo decir (hasta que el/ella podra preferir ignorarte el resto de la noche) pero tu no lo dijiste porque querias algo de el/ella! asi que te da igual.)


Si es importante platicar la indiferencia pero es imprescindible que se sepa el porque! Tampoco me quiero separar de la realidad o de mis sentimientos con esta platica.


Entonces que te da esto de la indiferencia?! Entonces lo "porque"?

Porque si yo cambio mi ritmo ya no soy Yo.

Al inicio no hay problema- es solo una cancion, es solo una bebida, no estoy cambiando tanto- pero tu te vas a perder rapidamente y el dolor que vas a sentir no es el dolor del Amor mas es la dolor que viene de ti mismo... duele porque tu te estas haciendo dano.
Duele porque tu te haces dano.
Y miras al redor y notas que tu novia ya no esta ahi, o que tu amigo ya no esta ahi, o que la musica que estas intentando bailar realmente no te gusta... te pierdes.
Platicar indiferencia (por una persona o algo que tu quieres) si es importante... hace con que tu no te danes y no danes los que tu quieres. Si, puede sonar un poco paradojico pero asi es...

Ahhh.... Y te da tanto.
Ya no buscas hablar con alguien porque tienes segundas y terceras y cuartas intenciones pero si porque te gustaria conocer esa persona... y asi realmente vas a concocerla porque no buscas algo de ella!
Ya no te cuestionas si va a doler cuando intentas escalar tu bulder/montana...
Empiezas a volver (!!) a aprender con las Experiencias y no con la Teoria... ves la vida con inocencia y te das a ella de mente, alma, corazon, fisico,... todo.

Que es el tiempo?
En una noche donde se celebro la union "para siempre" de una pareja donde el Amor es mas evidente que la luz del Sol, tambien se juntaran parejas de un solo beso...
No vamos dejar de sembrar las semillas piensando que en diez anos el arbol va a ser muy grande para la jara...
Es cierto que no hay un solo arbol que necesite de mas tierra que este planeta tiene pero el Amor de una pareja empieza creciendo con una mirada, con un beso, y en todos los dias de la Vida el no para de crecer.

Cambil, las personas que me deran tanto.

Monday, June 27, 2005

Won Ton Soup

From the exchange of hearts and minds which occured amongst the odors of noodles, spring rolls, oranges, and icecream on Friday 24th 2005.

The conversation ended with the decision to bring a calendar next time. The idea of the calendar is that one needs to decide when he will take time for himself. This is a first step, of course, since once one has the habit of daily making time for himself then he will no longer require a calendar... just as when one has a habit for doing sports he no longer needs to decide what sports he will do that day.

We got to that point in the conversation because it was brought up that there were many things that kept popping up and taking time away. One of those things were friends.

Many people consider you to be of great help to them, they really appreciate your presence and thus they ask it of you. There is no problem with this- the thing is that one must also know when other people are taking time away from yourself. It is essential to spend time with others, helping, yet it is just as essential (if not more) to spend time with yourself... to help yourself... there are many ways this is evident, one of them is simply:
how much help can you be to anyone if you are not at peace with yourself first?!

Only when you understand yourself (to a certain degree of course) can you provide correct assitance to those who consider you a friend and to those whom you consider as your friends.
An easy way to see this is the common example of getting upset at a comment- did you get upset at the nature of the comment or did you get upset because of your past which the comment may have brought up?!
Pay attention to the following: the same way that someone who got extremely sick at the same time as he visited his uncle, when he was five, may grow up to dislike the thought of revisiting his uncle, also someone who has suffered the experience of rape may grow up to be a very good counseler for rape-related trauma patients.

All this to say that one must first get to know themselves before, and during, helping others.


To do this one must put aside time for him/herself. There is no other way. And this implies doing things such as booking a flight to Yosemite and spending 5 days roaming the high-country; or planning a trip to a retreat in France; or putting aside two hours each day for meditation; or signing up for the course you always wanted to try... and so on and so on. There are large long-term plans and short-term plans.
Daily steps and annual steps... The important thing is that they must be present. They must be PHYSICALLY present as opposed to imaginary plans one carries around in their mind for years and years and lead to severe regret and mental disturbances/irregularities in the latter years of ones` life (I apologize for the apocaliptic secenario).


We also talked about where we would be in ten years time.
Personally this is a difficult question due to the fact that I have a hard time distinguishing between the "where I would like to be in ten years time", the "where i think i will be in ten years time", and the "the feeling that i get when i think about where i will be in ten years time".

Explanation:
i) I would like to be providing humanitarian aid to others at the same time as exploring the world, my friends, and myself.
ii) My present lifestyle could easily lead me to be an astronomer at some university, helping students, swimming at the university pool, running every couple of days, doing some rockclimbing and single (most likely)
iii) The feeling that I get is that i`ll be (IF alive) homeless, not writing blog entries, single, trying to know myself but without social or moneary conditions to do so...
I guess one of the above reflects my immediate outlook on a problem (before thinking about it) which is somewhat pessimistic.
One of the above reflects the capabilities that I know I have from seeing my past experiences.
One of them reflects the possibility of a future which I know I could achieve if I try.
The KEY thing is: will I try? will I have given into laziness and comfort (due to a sudden growth in reputation in astronomy or to finally discovering the hidden pleasures in television viewing)? will I have los cojones to, as a wise person once said,: "make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss..." and thus live life? What I will do when the time comes...

What else was discussed?
I wonder what that rasberry-colored topping on the bananas is!?
I eat too much when I go to the chinese-buffet.
Next week I pay at the Indian buffet!

We discussed change in ones` life. Its possibility of being a gradual process (several months/years) and of being an instant one (one moment to the next). In my view it is gradual, as one learns more and more about the situation at hand, but there is one precise moment when the change occurs. That moment is when one consciously tells himself he will act differently (or simply: he Will act)- that conscious decision has been fundamental in my previous changes.
One previous thought: a life-changing experience is only life-changing if the person had been contemplating changing their life, or if the person had been unhappy with a certain aspect of their life. Coming close to death will only wake one up if that person is ready, willing, or else he will make nothing of the matter.


An addition: Inspiration is key in everyday life. If you do come close to death and decide to change your life then it was that event which gave you the impulse and you will ride that wave for as long as you can. If you see a waterfall (oh please stop using the waterfall example) and it inspires you then you, by painting or by other means, will ride that wave for as long as you can.

If you fall in love and manage to not become attached to the object of your loving then you can ride the wave of inspiration it has generated inside of you (for ever...).

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Chinita- "you must eat everything by three thirty"

Short short headlines from the conversation of Friday June 17th 2005

The Desai retreat in the south of France

The getting to know oneself- how it is not something which you can do closed in the caves of the himalayas- you interact with other people and things and it is by using those interactions that you know yourself
One can only get to know others and understand if there are fundamental things if one first gets to know himself.

Cleansing- why is it not done on a daily basis just like cleaning your hands and face: because it is not visible like the hands and face are

Diferent parts to each persons` personality- how one needs to give attention to all of these.
Small steps- baby steps. Short-term, mid-term, long-term goals.
The short-term goals are things you can do in 5 minutes or even less. That phone call so easy to make from the office but you will only do it if you have thought beforehand about its importance in a bigger plan- the mid- and long-term goals.

Motivation- the waterfall conversation, how to use inspiration, how to give it continuity. Inspiration will go away if one does not ceize an inspired moment and use it in their daily life. Also, if one does not use those inspired moments then they will become more insensitive and it will take more to "touch"/inspire someone.
To use that inspiration one must introduce it into everyday life events (talking with people) and into taking new steps.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Situation #1

-Merda Merda!! Shit Shit!!
O sangue nao para, the blood doesn`t stop!
Oh foda-se que vou morrer, fuck I am going to die!!!

Os seus olhos, his eyes, reviraram-se para cima, turned upwards, como os olhos de uma velha xama a entrar em trance, like those of an old xaman who is entering a trance.

Eu apertei o tourniquete, I tightened the torniquete.
O tecido branco virou vermelho.
The whiteness of his teeth was stained red.
Ele mordeu o labio inferior numa tentativa patetico de nao sentir a dor vinda do peito aberto.
The open wound on his chest pulsating like a second mouth gasping for air.
Fuck-I realised my mind was wandering- not even when my best friend is dying can I keep my mind in the present moment? The image of Cindy in front of me, on her kness, had jumped in my mind and I had followed it.

-Come On Man! Foda-se, Meu! Estas a ouvir-me!??!
I screamed these words, gritei-lhe estas palavras, to keep him conscious and to try and keep myself in the present moment, no momento presente, no Presente.

Pensei: se ja e dificil eu, if it is dificult for I, manter a minha lucidez, maintain my lucidity, Neste Momento, quao mais dificil sera para ele?!! For him.

I, Eu, looked around.
Vazio, nobody, nadie.
A sua mao, his hand- the hand of my best, o meu melhor, friend- grasped, feebly grasped, my blood-stained Pierre Cardin shirt.
Estava tranquilo, I was calm, simplesmente, simply, nao havia nada que eu podia fazer.

I, Eu, senti algo
felt something.

Comecou a chover
Rain

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Tu - Petro, Eu - Petro

Avo: Tu Petro
Todos os meus amigos continuaram a ladrar.
Eu, sem pensar, fechei a boca, olhei para o velho agachado a minha frente.
Avo: Tu Petro. Tu es Petro.
Os seus olhos fixados nos meus, eu olhando para alem do horizonte. Pela primeira vez na minha vida eu me sentia confuso, supreendido, curioso e muitissimas outras sensacoes, nenhuma das quais eu tinha uma palavra para classificar.
Pela primeira vez na minha vida eu estava desperto.

O velho foi falar com a senhora simpatica que ajudou a minha mae durante o parto e que agora me dava de comer todos os dias sem falta. Com um dedo encardido de arrancar batatas ele apontou para mim e dirigio umas palavras a senhora, depois trocaram uns papeis e apos uns minutos estava eu e o velho a caminhar pela estrada. O velho falava e falava, eu, pela primeira vez, ouvia.

Essa e a primeira memoria que, como um filme, eu vejo a ser projectada no ecra da minha mente. Agora sim sei que e verdade, quando um esta a morrer a sua vida e lhe exposta como uma curta-metragem. Morto, ou morrendo, eu caminho com o meu melhor amigo (ele nunca se via como sendo meu dono) o velho, o avo.

Outras memorias passam no ecra.
Vejo as caras de todos os homems e mulheres que eu vi durante a minha vida.
As caras das criancas que jogavam comigo no parque junto ao, e por vezes dentro do, lago.
As caras dos velhos alcoolicos que me agrdiam com os seus pontapes mal direcionados e as suas garrafas vazias.
A cara da unica mulher por quem eu me apaixonei.
E a cara do David, primo do neto do meu velho, embutida no asfalto, sangre nascendo pelo seu cabelo jovem e invadindo a estrada vazia.

O David teve a coragem de saltar desde o quarto piso mas nao de olhar para o chao. A medida que caia ele olhava para o ceu assim que foram os seus pes, pes jovens de ossos ainda frageis, que alcancaram primeiro o cimento quente desse dia de verao.
Pela sua cara ainda se podia reconhecer o David e ate parecia que ele sorria... pode ser que o sorria por finalmente estar livre dos abusos sexuais do tio... dessas maos gordas, dos dedos curiosos.
Esse foi, provavelmente, o dia mais impressionante da minha vida. Caminhava com o meu velho e o seu neto e sentia-me inundado por uma fortissima sensacao de paz e tranquilidade. Lembro-me bem do cheio a taboco vindo da boca do neto, da humidade quase sufocante que antecede a chuva pesada, essa humidade que te abraca. E o por-do-sol mais espectacular que poderia imaginar. O horizonte inventava cores, misturas de amarelo, vermelho, violeta, verde, azul...
Foi um dia em que muitas horas de meditacao (o meu velho insitiu em que eu praticasse duas vezes por dia) deram fruto- tanta lucidez.

Mas o mais fascinante desse dia foi a personagem luminosa, e o seu cao, que eu vi. No momento em que toda a familia chorava junto ao David (obvio que nao sabiam das molestias do tio) saiu de um camiao esta criatura.
Cabelo comprido, muito comprido, que se juntava a barba espessa.
Pele escura, queimada por mil sois do desert do Sahara.
Magro, fragil, ele saiu do camiao e, com uma mala na sua mao direita, se aproximou de nos os tres. Uma mala que continha as mais variadas drogas que se podia imaginar.
Isto foi o que o neto me contou, eu e o meu velho so vimos uma forma radiante a aproximar-se e, sem ele abrir a boca, ouvimos palavras e frases sabias e sucintas falando e dando instruccoes acerca do o fim do mundo. Ao virar as costas, a luz radiante desapareceu e o meu velho segurava um charuto de marijuana entre os dedos.

Despertamos, eu e o velho, do nosso trance, com o som da ambulancia a travar bruscamente e a colidir contra algo.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

The Birth of a Myth IV



- you are still drunk; go back, return when sober.

Only seconds after hearing the voice he could not tell what it had sounded like.
-'Had he moved his lips?' He thought to himself.
Just as one who has recently awoken and who feels the dream slipping away, the yogi strained his ears in search of an echo which would prove to him that his guru had spoken. He strained in vain.

The hard-working yogi looked at his guru, who was sitting on the verge of that green abyss, overlooking the tempest which was forming at the far end of the canyon, and felt himself noticing details he had not noticed before.

He saw the individual pieces of bark clinging to his guru`s lacking-in-attention, yet healty, hair.
He noticed that drop of dew balancing to the end of one of those seemingly-timeless strands of hair. It must have grown there overnight-he thought to himself- and has been patiently waiting for him to move so it can fall to the ground, be absorbed by the earth, and begin its path to that great river which flowed deep inside the mountain.

Just like the drop which is looking towards the ground, yearning to fall just to start its decade-long path to the river, he too would patiently follow his path. He would allow Life to be his gravity, he would not fight against his direction, and would, with infinite patience, continue his walk.

A final thought on how many misguided people there were crossed his mind. Dew drops have no choice but to be guided by Nature whereas most humans have no yet managed to feel Nature. He felt priviledged to have found it and he felt how close he had just come to loosing it- because of impatience.
Overjoyed and eternally grateful: how his guru`s presence could bring such enlightened thoughts! He placed his knees on the dirt, then his hands, stretched his legs, chest, arms and forehead on the ground symbolizing his renunciation. His renunciation from his fight.

-I will no longer fight against Life or my guru who helps me discern between Life`s will and mine.

Friday, April 22, 2005

Date? Time? 4:20.

The beginning of a story.
To the mexicans and the spaniard who will continue it.




-Y que paso con la novia?

The elevator door closed just before she could hear Margarita reply to Jonathans` question.
3rd floor
2nd floor
Pim! - 1st floor

She hurried, the meeting was to start in five minutes, she could not have known that it had been postponed and would only begin an hour from now.
Glancing right she saw the entrance to the outdoor swimming pool where she normally went at this time. Stupid meeting; she rarely got upset at anything but this touched her Peace- a half hour at the pool was essential, like the siesta for the spaniards, tea-time for the british, morning meditation for the yogi... some things you just shouldn`t mess with!

She felt a sharp pain on her shoulder as she rammed into a seven-foot blond german man called Robert who walked with a friend in direction of the pool.
Her folders and her body succumbed to gravity and fell to the floor, while falling her eyes caught those belonging to Robert who stood, unmoving, observing her.
She waited, in vain, for a "sorry!" followed by the touch of his hands, comforting her. By the time she realised that they had walked on, completely ignoring her, they were far away and from their conversation she only heard Robert ask:
-Und die Freundin?

She hurried to her feet, collected her folders, rushed to the meeting while holding her bruised shoulder and muttering "fuc$#*g n@$i" under her breath.

Undoubtedly this was one of her worst days yet. After waiting an hour for the meeting to start she realised she had not brought her lunch which meant she had to go on those little preztels and Cona coffee with Gustafson cream which is served during the short intervals.
Coffee was not what her body wanted yet it helped to keep her awake for the six-hour ordeal which was customary for the yearly Network Assistants and Research Cooperations meeting.

It was still before nine when the meeting finally ended but a pounding headache told her she should go home.
Kieran and Shawn (NARC friends) kindly gave her a ride back home.
She walked inside, her migrain made her eyes super sensitive- the lights blinded her, she walked, eyes half shut, to the door of her room. Julie, her french roomate, was on the phone talking loudly, in french, and gesturing widly with her skinny arms.
-Putain! Putain!
She decided to slip downstairs silently and, just before closing the door behind her, she heard Julies` query:
-Et la copine??

Her german and french were both good enough for her to understand that this was the same question she had heard twice before, that same day, and to which she had heard no reply but the migrain was too intense and the thought of lying in bed and closing her eyes was too strong.

Two sleeping pills and cold water on her face, neck and wrists. She removed her tight Bart Simpson-underwear, slipped on her pijamas, rested in bed and dreams came effortlessly.

Unusually lucid she knew she was dreaming (even though at first she thought she was awake already). She was dreaming and she was in the pool, finally.
The soft touch of the water caressing her thighs, the Sun catching the drops of water which glided down her face and hair, the feeling of weightlesness which the water provided.
With her eyes closed she could feel the warmth of the Sun penetrating her skin, repeatedly, activating the mellanine which sent each and every skin cell to the verge of ecstasy.
In fact, she herself was not far from ecstasy. She had found the series of underwater nozzles which shot high pressure water into the pool and, by cleverly bending her knees just the right amount, she could decide exactly where that water would caress. It had already been aimed at her calves followed by the back of her knees, and her thighs; now it penetrated hard on her buttocks lightly separating them when aimed in between.
Luckily this was a dream for, with her chest arched to the Sun showing her hardened nipples, her eyes close, lips slightly parted, arms stretched behind her with fingernails scratching the railing, and buttocks pressed against that same viril SLOAN water nozzle which made her love-center humid, it was impossible not to notice her.

And then the nightmare started. Just like a used condom must feel as it whirls, uncontrolably, into the depths of the toilet bowl, she too felt dragged into an abyss of excrement by the following events.
And it all started with that phrase:

-And what about the girlfriend?

She whirled her head around and her eyes met those of a tall, tanned, asian-american. She was in a dream and had no control over her actions. She felt her knees bend bringing her breasts to the water level, then her throat and chin, her mouth, her eyes...

And, despite knowing she could not breath and was in need of air, despite knowing she was going to die, ella se agacho e empezo a chuparle la polla.

The continuation can be found by following the Fabiola Blog link.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Nature

That is why Nature is so precious!!!!
That is why Nature is so precious!!!!

That girl, what a bomb, but really is there anything going on inside her brain??? Wake up! What do you want to do with life? What do you think Life is here for???? Do you even think about this? Wake Up!!!
Your sunglasses-straigthened hair-leather purse-levi skirt... who are you???? I cannot see! Who are you inside? What is your personality? What distinguishes you from everyone else???? What is Your personality?

Now, Nature- Nature is always showing itself!! It is what it is!! Every single moment it is standing, naked, with all its "defects" and all its "qualities" right there for you to see!!
When Nature goes to the restroom it doesn`t close the door so noone sees or hears it. Nature goes to the restroom and everyone can look and hear and smell!!!
You look at Nature and you see Nature!
You look at some frat guy or sorority girl and what the... do you see??? Him/Her?????? Definitely not... the poor person has become so used to acting, dressing up, hiding, altering, showing something else that even He/Her would have an infinitely difficult time figuring out what is His/Her personality!!
They/You are even scared/afraid to look at your whole body naked in the mirror!!!!!!!!

Oh no, I can`t kiss you. My kiss is... is an intimate part of me- of my personality.
Oh no, can`t see or touch that part of my body... even though I can`t put my finger on why I feel protective of that action/region I know I can`t let you see/touch/experience it.
I`ll tell you why. You have been reprimanded in one way or another for so many things that you became cautious. And all that caution is about to ruin the most precious experience you could have in your life!!
You do it without thinking now, of course you do- you are already of ripe age, so many years of convincing have really gotten to you!
You want to know how much? You want to know what that experience is?? I am burning inside with will and intention and desire to break it to you!!!!

Here it is: You will have no idea what Love feels like!

Game over. You have just been totally screwed over!! How do you feel now???

...Oh I am sure you still feel great/fine/alright... of course you do... so many fucking years!!!

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

The Birth of a Myth - III

Sounds rushed into him from all sides. His ears repeatedly penetrated by the ringing, the clanking, the clinking, and of course, the tinkling... tinktinktink tink tinktinktinktink.

Lights blinding him constantly. The waiting room was bathed in mellow-blue soothing light but from everywhere came flashing red lights and flashing yellow lights... those lights reminded him of his rave parties already seven years ago.

A five year old stood near one of the light-and-sound-emitting contraptions and, completely entranced and thoughtless, stared timelessly at it... the mother sat behind one of the boxes, pressing buttons like an experienced drug-addicted professional pianist, the father was nowhere.

Slouched on the chair sat Dr. R.
Dr. R. has just recently become a Dr. Only three weeks ago he was simply R. His mother loved to call him Dr. R., his father too, yet they were far away... he saw them very infrequently.
Slouched on the chair sat the good Dr., the main character of this short narration, and beside him, piled on another seat, was:
- his "pneumatic" bag containing the laptop (which he lovingly called "la virgen"), a nail cutter, some cientific articles, some pens and an unopened book offered to him by a friend (yes we will get back to the book);
- a digital camera (usual, nothing special, 4.5 Mpix... some asian brand);
- a meter long tube containing his cientific poster which he had so successfully presented only yesterday.
A small backpack with random pieces of clothing rested between his feet which, in turn, rested shoeless and sockless on the carpet... brown carpet I believe (hard to tell due to the blue light).


What a conference it had been! Fresh out of graduate school and already the great names in biology were raving about him... how the method he developed had opened a world of possibilities for studying the environment!

He slouched down low on the seat and allowed his eyes and ears to be permeated by the surroundings.


- Hello, can I have your attention please. Due to unexpected circumstances, flight number 331 to Punjab, with stopover in Myanmar, has vacated three seats. We are offering these seats for the reduced price of three hundred US dolares each. We also remind that boarding for flight 331 has started and will close in fifteen minutes.
Thank you

The mother stood up. Frantically looked around for the child. Located him. Agressively grabbed his arm and walked bruskly towards the restrooms.
The child did not resist.
Five years had taught him that sometimes his mother would unexpectedly grab and drag him and that it did absolutely no diference wether he wanted to be taken or not. The first few times he resisted (most of all mentally since there is not much resistance which a three year old can do) but was taken all the same.
The key revelation came at four years of age when he tried not resisting. In fact, not only did he not resist but he was so open to her violently dragging him that he actually savored the act. Classifying it as pleasant was not in his mind, no, in fact, the nails biting into his soft skin and his shoulder nearly popping out of the socket were rather unpleasant... but oh what a rush it was!

Dr. R. watched and saw the child.
Dr. R. saw the child.
Automatically, calmly, he slipped on his shoes, picked up his belongings, and, without a thought in his mind, walked towards the counter of flight number 331 while his hand caressed the new Billabong wallet in his right pocket.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

On Freedom and Other Things II

Dr Plim and Roballs walked through the dark hallway at the end of which an open and well lit gate awaited them.

-Plim, a few days ago I went to the cinema with Nicole...

-Nice! Way to go! You finally asked her out.

-Yeah... it was great, she is a really (!) great person...

-Go on, what is wrong?

-Well, it was the first date... and we just talked a lot... hugged... and I managed to caress her hair...

-So?

-Well, I was really turned on the whole time (Plim snikkers) and the movie we watched didn`t really help...

-What movie?

-It was "Sex and Lucia".

-Oh...

-So, man, when I got home, after she dropped me off, I couldn`t like go to bed... so I made some smaller limb marmelade*.

-(silence)

There walk had made them come to the gate, they opened it slightly further and continued on.
Descending some steps led them from the blue carpeted floor to the cold cement.
Roballs was going to continue talking but a beautiful full-breasted blond sorority girl asked him for something... he removed the something from his jeans and showed it to her... knowing Plim she did not ask to see his... they walked on.

-Man, I am catholic and the church says that it is wrong it is wrong it is wrong... wrong to stimulate, provoke, pleasures of the body. So now I feel really bad with myself.
What does the church have against the body anyway??
And it is not only the christians but seems like most religions say the body is bad!!

-Man... the whole problem stems back to the time of Adam and Eve you see. Supposedly, Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden not because they ate from the tree of knowledge but because they preferred themselves over God! Their sin was not that they did not love God but that they loved themselves more and wanted to become gods... thus they ate the fruit. What christianity really condemns is the excessive love for the body since that way one will forget both God and other men.
Unfortunately the reason I just mentioned has been, in most instances, lost... this has led to practices such as denial of sense pleasures and of sexuality, fasting, and mortification of the flesh (inflicting pain on the body in an attempt to weaken or punish it because it is regarded as sinful).
You see what I mean Roballs?

-I see... not even animals treat themselves as bad...

-Actually, Roballs, especially animals don`t treat themselves this way.

-I don`t understand.

-Well, both animals and humans, let`s, momentarily, for the sake of simplicity, make the distinction, share the basic bodily functions. Here I am talking about pleasure, pain, eating, sleeping, sexual drive, birth and death. But, it seems that once humans attained a higher level of consciousness they became afraid that those bodily functions would cause them to fall into an animalistic behaviour.
You understand don`t you?!

-They did not want to think they were animals.

-Exactly Roballs, and so they created the distinction between themselves and their body when, in fact, no distinction need exist.
They saw themselves as having a body, rather than just being it.
Religions then enhanced this disassociation, spreading the "you are not your body" belief.
Enlightenment, even as Buddha achieved it, is through the body and not away from it.

-Wow... that is crazy how something can be so misunderstood!

-Right, but Roballs, one last thing which should also be clear is how our perception of our body has, unfortunately, become very weakened... Martial arts, yogic practices, and even simply meditation, all have in their roots the intention of providing the practitioner a method for him to better know their body. Most people never come in contact with such teachings and for them the body is a crude physical entity which suffers illnesses, aging, and finally death. Most people never really know themselves... their bodies.

-Great! So I can make the straws** without feeling bad about it!! Thanks Dr Plim, now I know what is enlightenment!

Bruskly forcing the swimming cap over his head and placing the goggles on, Roballs, ignoring the lifeguard, dived headfirst into the pool and began the first of 50 laps.
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* from the spanish "mermelada de miembrillo" meaning to masturbate.
** from the spanish "hacer las pajas" meaning... to masturbate.

Postscript:
"He who seeks liberation does not see his body as an obstacle, but rather as an instrument. Ascetic practices, even the most severe, are a progressive mastering of the body. The yogi tries to convert the body into the weapon of liberation." -Octavio Paz in "In light of India".

On Freedom and Other Things I

The bird tries to rise up into the air (why it does so... who knows? who cares? something to do with what some people call "its nature") and the thin fishing line tied to its foot stretches and pulls it back down...
It falls and tries to catch its breath... or perhaps just trying to gain courage to try again.
Question: Why does it try to fly? Can`t it be happy living in the semisphere of 2 meters in diameter which the string allows it to know? It has food and water...

The simple fact that it, the bird, cannot fly further than two meters (even if it knows not what lies past those 2 meters, be it better or worse) makes it want to go further... The bird identifies what is binding him and wants to break that source... simply because it exists... not because it is stopping the bird from doing something in specific. It is not because there is a female bird, at 2.1 meters, calling him and flirting with him that this bird wants to fly further.

If asked: "What is freedom?" the bird will reply: "Removal of that string which is binding me."


Question: What is freedom for us? What are the strings which are binding us?

My string is the fact that I have a scientific proposal to write by Friday; once that is done I will be free.
My string is that I have an olympic swimming competition in two months; once that is done I will be free.
My string is that I have to wear this suit all day long at work; once I get out of the suit I will be free.
My string is my girlfriend who is keeping me from going climbing; once I am at the rock-face I will be free.
In all the above cases one can simply add: ... free and happy.

So what is the problem? Why is it that after Friday, after the two months, after the suit has been removed, and once you are at the rock-face you still do not feel fully "free and happy"?
I thought I had removed that string!!!!

You simply misidentified the string.
The real string is the above cases is your own desires and your own fears.
-Two strings?
-No, one and the same. For every desire there is an associated fear. For every fear there is the associated desire. Cut the string and both will leave.

-So.... you mean.... I should live without desires?! I can understand living without fears but without desires... My desires determine my goals... am I (and everyone else) supposed to live without goals??? An aimless life? A life without action?!
-Action is the key word there. One must continue to act. The Universe does not stop acting, there are always things happening in the world, Creation is always taking place; a decision to not act, to be passive, is going against your nature and the nature of everything. Action occurs.
-And my goals?
-Your goals must exist for Action to have an intention, a purpose. The fine line which one must walk is having goals without attachment... a very fine line.
One will want to climb Everest, one will set out to do so, but if you perform it without attachment then you will be capable of savoring every step of the way... if, however, you are obsessed with summiting Everest then you will lose your conscious perception of the present moment and be living in function of your desires.

Your goals should be a part of your life. Your life should not be a part of your goals.
Once your happiness seems to have become dependent on the achieval or fulfillment of a goal then you have crossed the line.
Once you feel fully satisfied simply savoring every moment in your day, especially those in which you have to wait for something and nothing seems to be happening, then you will know that your goals are not ruling your perception of the world.
Do not strive to feeling fully satisfied at every moment, that will come naturally, just as the pleasures of flight and the discovery of the unknown world will come naturally with the cutting of the string.

-Thank you Dr Plim I am now enlightened.
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Friday, March 11, 2005

Regarding Fasting

Today is another fasting day.

Following Ananda Marga, my fasts consist on no liquids or solids from dinner to the second breakfast, over 24 hours.

Many people comment on how ridiculous such a fast is and how all it can be is harmful. Recently I realized a simple way of describing my view on this subject:
- fasting is not the goal, it is a method.

The objective of a fast is purification of the body and strengthening of the mind (building will power).
If someone decides to do a fast without first researching the method then it will most likely hurt the body and not purify it.
If you decide to fast but spend the whole day craving food and anxiously awaiting the moment when you can eat again then you will not be strengthening anything.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

The Birth of a Myth - II

"I would like to have an ibook! or perhaps the powerbook!!
that`s crazy... way too expensive...
but
I can just see myself traveling by plane with it in a nice, discreet case...
or
walking into javalounge, the smell of burnt coffee in the air, saying "hi" to a couple of people (with just a wave of the hand and a big smile) and then sitting down, on one of those large bean bags, and placing the oh-so-stylish ibook on my lap.
now That would be great!

I can just imagine the rush of adrenaline it would be to receive the package... or even receive a phonecall from the secretary saying: "there is a package here, from Macintosh I believe"

wow

perhaps I should get it..."

George sat and gazed at his Stellar Dynamics review sheet in the same way as a coma patient gazes towards the clouds. It was only when a small drop of warm saliva rolled from the corner of his mouth and fell on the back of his right hand that his attention returned to the present moment.

Across the cafeteria sat Paiola. She sat cross-legged on a chair, the edges of her skirt pulled up around her knees so you could not see her legs at all, only the white skirt with green leaves floating two-dimensionally. Her elbow rested on the grey metal of the desk and her right hand supported the burden of her forehead.
Her mother would have asked her if her head was too heavy for her neck but it had been a long time since she had been with her mother and her thoughts were elsewhere.

"Why can`t life be simpler?
...
can it be that I love them both?
can that happen? what if I decide to date one of them and I realize I didn`t love him and then the other one has already found someone else... or is no longer interested in me?! what do I do then?
but I have to decide... but on what criteria??
Arggghhhh!!!!
and just recently I didn`t love anyone!
Why is life so complicated???"

Saturday, March 05, 2005

The Birth of a Myth


mahalo for the incentive


His gaze set on the horizon.

The sun had now been slowly approaching that which so many of the great thinkers had once called "the edge of the world", the horizon, for several minutes now...
approaching it at an acute angle like a stone hurled towards the serene waters of a fictitious lake by the hand of a fictitious child...
for a moment he, just as that child, wondered wether the Sun would, just this once, skip off the horizon, rising magically back up into the sky, or if it would plunge into the earthen waters, extinguishing itself and leaving everyone in darkness.

His eyes now resembled those of a madman.
A pair of round pupils seeing but without looking.
Eyes that give away nothing of what the bearer is thinking.
He was simply observing and nobody knew (not that it mattered), not even he, that few people, or animals for that matter, had lived sunsets and sunrises as intensely as he did now.
The perfect observer.

- p...

He thought he heard someone whisper his name yet he needn`t turn around to know the voice had come from inside and that here, now, in the limbo between day and night, no-one would be calling for him.

days of fasting caused the senses to conjure the sweetest of aromas and the most exotic of tastes, days of silence induce the winds into speaking in the most melodic of voices

Summary of Friday March 04th Conversation

Priorities

It seems that an a younger age one tends to have several interests amongst which they distribute their time and efforts and as the years go by one finds him or herself focusing all the time and effort into one interest.
Generally it is ones` job which ends up being the dominating interest.
It seems, however, that this tendency for, let`s call it specialization, goes against the personal will since most people regret having lost the other components of their lives.
Many times the dominating interest never was an interest in the first place but simply a means of generating income, in those cases one must feel profoundly unsatisfied.

How does one allow this to occur and, perhaps more importantly, if one does in fact still feel the urge to pursue his other facets then what steps should one take to bring them back to "primeiro plano", back to the foreground?

Some may invoke "responsibility" as being the reason for the gradual specialization to have occurred but responsibility works not only for your job and for others but also for oneself!
A good mental exercise is to suppose there are three people who need your time on a certain day. You should, in fact, imagine that there are four people, the extra one being yourself, you should feel the sense of responsibility for all four, and you should partition your time for all four.
Do not neglect yourself, at any time, seems to be the key to not losing those different facets which make your person complete and happy.

This leads on to the concept of happiness which has been eternally debated:

What is happiness?

The world has happy occasions and sad occasions... or better, pleasant situations and unpleasant situations. The human being, as a well tuned antenna, simply perceives those situations and feels them. One cannot only feel the pleasant situations because if one is capable of feeling then he will also feel the unpleasant ones. It is what one does with the feeling that differentiates the outlook which one has on life.
One can become depressed, unhappy, thoughfull, and so on, by an unpleasant situation.
One can become overjoyed, ecstatic, happy, delighted, and so on, by a pleasant situation.
The situations in life are stimuli to which the being reacts. An optimistic/positive person will feel just as much as a pessimistic person but will decide to treat the situation as a learning experience and not allow it to take a hold of him.

Attachment
You step to the ridge of a valley and are awestruck by the beauty of a waterfall on the other side. It makes you smile at how grand it is, after a while you leave.
One should be aware that the feelings which surged upon looking at the waterfall belong to the observer, exclusively. If the rocks which make up the waterfall collapse, thus destroying it, the observer will be untouched and the feeling which the waterfall caused the observer to live (and which truly make up the waterfall) will too be untouched. In this way one should learn to not have any attachment in life.

The one thing which makes you feel that life is great and beautiful and worth living is also the one thing that can take you to the depths of unhapiness, to extreme sadness, the one thing that can detroy you. This for the same reason, attachment; one tends to hold on to that which gives the most pleasure. Dependance arises.
You hold on to the Ferrari as being the reason for your good feelings, and thus, whatever happens to the Ferrari happens to you too, to your emotions.

You hold on to that job you have wanted so much and whatever happens to that job, whatever ups and downs it has, you also feel; it determines your mood.

True happiness is independant of that which happens around you. It is independant of how beautiful your wife is, how big your house is, or which brand of car you own.

True or absolute happiness is inside of you, a quality which everyone has but which most people simply haven`t found, whereas most people nowadays only know relative happiness.

Many top athletes want to go to the olympic games and win a gold medal. Regardless of wether or not they are doing their best, or wether or not they are having fun, they want to win the gold medal. They will push the limits of their bodies, renounce to other pleasures such as being with friends, focus on the defects of the opponents, and so on, so that they can win the gold medal. While they are striving for that medal they are living a period of stress, mental and physical, it is the relief of this extreme stress, when they (hopefully) win the gold that they associate with happiness. But this is relative happiness because they are now free of all that stress, they are at zero stress so they are better than before...
However, soon they will raise their standards and focus on another goal and, once again, give everything to attain that goal... once again living in stress... it is similar to the story of the man who had everything the world could offer him, everything anyone could ever want, and thus he would resort to wearing shoes which were a size too small such that, every night, he would feel extreme happiness as he removed them.

Absolute happiness, inner bliss, is not dependant on achievements, outcomes, medals... it is not dependant on what others believe is correct, on everyone elses` views of your actions, on recognition.

Most importantly: step into action.

Words, conversation, can be extremely strong in that, when said by someone who can really transmit well and when received by someone who can receive well, the receiver immediately understands and is altered by those words thus the period of action which is normally necessary for one to put into practice what was preached and to practically understand the lesson, is unecessary.
However, words can be also the weakest form of communication and not affect you in the slightest... this happens when either the receiver or the sender (or both) are weak.

Stepping towards action.
Once words have outlined the path and sown seeds of inspiration, then it is time for action.
Action without first having prepared the ground is pointless action, action without fundament, and leads nowhere.
The land will not provide fruit if one prepares it meticulously but then does not take the step to sow the seeds and care for them.
Action and creating inspiration are both pointless if they are not tied together.

The question then is how to take action? - In baby steps.
One needs to place deadlines for himself not only in work (generally imposed by others and to which one has to adjust) but in all other aspects such as social and spiritual growth. If one wants to someday be in the position where he will be capable of achieving inner peace then he needs to take many small steps in spiritual and personal learning over the course of, probably, many years (just as one does not go from building instruments for a Meade 12" telescope to building instruments for a 30m telescope in a matter of days).

Which steps to take?
The presence of a guru, a guide, is always necessary in this matter. Everyone has the potential for achieving spiritual enlightenment yet, one needs a teacher/guide to help in fullfilling that potential.
A Guru is someone in whom you place your trust and who leads you in your path, telling you which is the next step you should take and when you should take it. Necessary it is to place trust since there are a multitude of steps which one must take and lead to the exploration of a darkness which evokes fear.
Trust is imperative.
The Guru, which may simply be a friend of yours, can see defects which you may have and are not aware of; or he can be someone who opens your eyes to other paths in life which, alone, you would never have been aware of.

Unwavering determination
By defining and following through with attainable objectives one slowly performs action and moves in the direction of personal growth.

Friday, March 04, 2005

P.P.Man!

Polla Plot!
Pa pa pa pa pa Polla plot
Papa pa pa pa Polla plot
polla plot man!

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Experiences Part I - Opening the Door

Still with the eyes closed, shifting to one side, sitting up in lotus, and with an exhale resting the back of the hands on the lap, one on top of the other.
And then the door opened wide, too wide to doubt, and, without thought but with intention, all that was on the other side was embraced and felt and altered the one sitting quietly on the beach facing the horizon under which the sun has just disappeared.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Summary of Friday February 18th`s Conversation

Once again, what is the meaning of life?

Feelings
The writings of a friend; the capacity he has for successfully expressing his feelings.
Many people also have the same feelings and emotions yet the writings which they make, upon attempting to give them wordly-expression, comes out all wrong...
This is the same for other forms of expression such as drawing.
The difficulty of expressing ones` feelings, in a concrete form, for all to see/read/hear/touch and, ultimately, perceive.
The importance of finding a method, in many cases unique to all other known methods, for one to express his inner feelings.

Is this what Marting Luther King managed to do with speech?

King made such an impressive speech, his famous "I have a dream...", and even though those words were not on his original speech for that day, they were not total improvisation either since he used such words during his church lectures. So it is not the fact that he was saying such profoundly moving words that so many people were brought to action but rather the fact that he was the right person (the one saying those words) at the right time, at the right place.

Ghandi was no special person either. He was a lousy lawyer, so says his biography, who was impelled in a certain direction which clashed against his ideals. He fought for his ideals, the one thing that made his life worth living. Meaningless is a life lived without ideals, without direction or intention.

History books now salute Martin Luther King and Ghandi and a select number of other leaders yet they were simply vehicles of expression. The ideals and emotions were present in millions of people, those leaders are like the pen that serves as a medium for the writer to give physical presence to his most deep-rooted feelings.

Awareness.
Most forms of meditation and spiritual practice (and even martial art practices) focus on helping someone develop their awareness. The well trained samurai has developed the seven/ten-direction eyesight in which one is not actively following every move of his opponent but rather seeing everything that is happening around him. This form of seeing is somewhat passive, since it does not focus on one particular aspect, yet at the same time active, since it is very perceptive, and finally, all-encompassing.
The awareness of the shepperd. Someone who lives such a simple life yet whose senses and mind are sharp and perceptive.
One may be more aware than another person because of where and when they were born and raised up, and because of differences in personality BUT it is very important to know what to do with the awareness that one has.

Why is awareness so important?
First one needs awareness. Once one is aware, or becoming aware, then he can guide his awareness to himself... to his Self. In this way he/she will comprehend himself; will understand why it is that he finds a certain flower beautiful; will identify what are those emotions that rise to the surface as his eyes first see that awe-striking waterfall.
We are instruments which are receiving signals. These instruments have their peculiarities which make them unique but biased. Once one has become fully aware of oneself then he will be fully aware of the biases in himself and thus be capable of not allowing them to influence his perception of the world and the decisions he takes.

The question then arises: "Is the knowledge of oneself the most important thing in the world? Is it The meaning/purpose? Can we be that egoistic?".
The fact is that social communication is extremely important yet when it is performed by people who lack inner knowledge it will lead, in the best of cases, nowhere.
Even sadder is when a person in a position of power does not understand what vices are controlling him, and thus all those who he leading. This will end up hurting many people.

Self knowledge affects not only you but all those around you... thus it is the least egoistic thing you can do.

Taking the Step.
Awareness is built up gradually, by a series of small steps. In particular it involves the need for action.
When one awakes in the morning and vaguely recalls a dream then he should take the action and write that down. A small action into understanding himself better.
When one feels a strong feeling arising in him, such as anger or of love, then take the time to look at it, understanding why it arose and it is asking of him.
Meditation, allocating a time during the day especifically dedicated to looking into ones` being, is another step.

Steps
The child that looks at the skateboard ramp and decides to really go for that jump, to not back down even though he may very well fall.
The adolescent who wants to remove the aid wheels of his bike despite the falls he knows he has to take.
Revving the bike as it goes up the hill and having made the fully conscious decision not to let go, not to back down, to fly.
Leaving friends and family behind and flying off to an unknown location in order to pursue a personal goal conscious of the good and bad moments to come.
All steps in life have their dangers, their unknowns, the good side and bad side, yet they must be taken, with full consciousness and awareness, for one to not become stagnant, for personal growth to continue regardless of the age!

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Oh si Nena

Oh si Nena

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Friday 04th February

A quick, and incomplete, summary of Fridays` conversation.

The need for continuing our selves, our identity confused with the need for having a child.
Is the love for an adopted child the same as that which one would feel/feels for his own born?
Despite not being the same (if that is the answer in your case), it is simply different and this does not remove any importance from either situation.

What makes a relationship a successful one? Is it the build up of many small moments, the web that is spun as all these small moments of unity and understanding come together? Or is it the big events, the ones you never forget, the ones that leave an impression such as sharing the birth of a much yearned for child, or making it through a very difficult situation, such that one involved in community work, and doing it together, relying on each other, leaning on each other, sharing with one another?
Do these two types of situations weigh the same for the success of a relationship?
Does one have more weight than another? Does this vary from one couple to another?

Philosophers would make the best fathers/mothers in a relationship since they have a conscious view of the situation, would not lose their perspective and so on yet they are the ones that do not want to be married!

Faith in ones` path may be what is so necessary and what makes one feel that he is living his life successfully/to-the-fullest.
The dying priest who gave his life to preaching others may not see the growth of trees whose seeds he planted yet he would (I believe) feel his life was well lived as long as he had not lost his faith.
The sammyasi who renounced to so many wordly pleasures and accepts, daily, more hardships than many live in a life, does not feel that he has lived a useless life as long as his ideals have always been unbroken. There are the famous stories of monks who would rather die than say a simple lie just because lying would go against their character, their ideals, their reason for life.

There must be a purpose in life.
What is the purpose of life?
If there is a purpose then why is it so difficult to find?
The best experiences are generally the hardest ones to have. Finding the purpose may be the pinnacle of this rule.
If you try, your whole life, to find the purpose of your life and you reach your death-bed without having found it then would you be satisfied in having tried the whole time? Would that be enough??

There is a very thin line between the deepest of unhappinesses and the most complete satisfaction that can be imagined which would come with finding your purpose in life.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Suja

A uma amiga muito especial

O ar subindo pelas escadas da estacao do metro cheirava a urina e esse cheiro se intensificava a medida que ele descia.
As paredes que o envolviam eram escuras, manchadas de substancias em decomposicao, e delas pendiam tiras de jornais, cartazes, e posters antigos.
As paredes nao eram para ser tocadas.
O corrimao nao estava ai para ser usado. Tinha passado a ser um objecto de outro mundo; tinha deixado de excercer as suas funcoes de apoio para quem quer subir ou descer.
Como a sujidao tem a capacidade de remover roubar a utilidade a algo.
Ao fundo das escadas estava ela, uma alma intacta num corpo em decomposicao, e ele se apaixonou... Dificil sera descrever essa menina sentada directamente nessa sujidao. Como a sujidao tem a capacidade de remover roubar a utilidade a algo.
Ela, sim, provavelmente usava o corrimao, e se encostava a parede. O facto de ambos, ele e ela, pertencerem a mesma especie foi a unica razao que ele a viu... cabelos louros sujos, cara branca suja, labios cheios sujos, olhos azuis-verdes sujos... vestido ligeiro sujo a cobrir-lhe os peito as ancas as pernas os tornozelos os pes... sem duvida sujos.
Descansando nas suas pernas e embrulhado nos seus bracos dormia, prefiro pensar que dormia, um bebe cujas caracteristicas nao consigo identificar mas que se parecia a sua mae pela sua sujidao.

Os olhos dele cruzaram com os dela. Ou seja, ele viu este ser de outro mundo, reparou nela, e ela o viu tambem... ambos arrastrados, por segundos, por uma ligacao que nada tem a ver com a condicao fisica.
Anos mais tarde ele iria aprender que nao e simplesmente coincidencia que leva alguem a realmente notar outra pessoa. Que a maioria dos seus melhores amigos eram fruto de um simples trocar de olhares como este.
Neste momento, ele nao o sabia... simplesmente reconhecia um novo sentimento despertar a medida que caia nos olhos da menina suja.
Anos mais tarde ele ira querer pensar que nessa altura tinha ficado tao impressionado que acabou por dar a menina todo o dinheiro que tinha nesse momento mas a verdade e que o metro chegou e ele, quase sem se demorar na imagem da amada, se deixou levar pela mae e entrou no metro com uma imagem permanentemente gravada na sua memoria.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

The Art of Silent Communication

24 January 2005
Yesterday I spent a day without speaking. My first (first of many I hope).
What inspired me was the book Autobiography of a Yogi where ------- meets with Ghandi on a day when Mohandas was not speaking.
As such, Ghandi would write short sentences on a paper and ----- would do all the talking.

Obviously, the main question is why do such a session? Why not talk for a whole day? Why deprive oneself, voluntarily, of the main method of communication (for most people at least)?

The most obvious reason, and the one I will, due to time constraints, limit myself to mentioning is based on how one seems to give more importance to something when he is deprived of it.

People talk everyday, all the time, from a simple, generally automatic, "How`s it going?" to a, hopefully, more conscious: "I love you".
Singing under the shower, answering a phone, ordering a meal, there are so many actions/occasions when words leave your mouth.
Most people have not spent a single day of their lives without talking! 50 years, always talking.

To a certain point the words which one pronounces start to lose their meaning their intention. They lose their strength. One, without even trying to be aware of this, feels the effects. You notice how someone who talks a lot seems to tire you and bore you. You notice how the words that a more quiet person seem to touch you deeper.
This is not unique to verbal communication but extends itself to all other areas.

It is the intention behind each step that makes a well coreografed dance so fixating. The presence of a reason behind each movement.

Music too, sound with intention.

Food, when well made and when not eaten for pure gluttony, has so much intention and appeals so much to our senses!

Each one of our senses is of utmost importance, if one wants it to be, and when one masters not only the capacity to perceive the world through their senses but also to efficiently communicate with them then he/she can really understand, through experience, the Universe.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Sanskrit Poems Part I

She who is the constant object of my thought
is indifferent to me,
is desirous of another man,
who in his turn adores some other woman,
but this woman takes delight in me.
Damn her, damn him, the god of love,
the other woman, and myself!

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A face to rival the moon,
eyes that make mockery of lotuses,
complexion ecliping gold`s luster,
thick tresses that shame the black bee,
breasts like elephant`s swelling temples,
heavy hips,
a voice enchanting and soft--
the adornment in maidens is natural.

---

there is no ambrosia or poison
except in the love of an ample-hipped woman;
enamored, she is an ambrosial vine,
indifferent, a poisonous creep.


-Bhartrihari

Friday, December 24, 2004

The Divine Substance



Birth, and copulation, and death.
That`s all, that`s all, that`s all, that`s all,
Birth, and copulation, and death.
-- T.S.Elliot

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When the divine life substance is about to put forth the universe,
the cosmic waters grow a thousand-petaled lotus of pure gold,
radiant as the sun.

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Padmapani - Lotus in Hand
She exhibits her breasts with the familiar maternal gesturel;
they are the source of the abundant milk that gives life
to the universe and its beings.
The right hand is held downward in varadamudra,
"gesture of granting gifts",
while the left holds up the lotus symbol.

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Thursday, December 23, 2004

Indian Poetry




Beauty is not
in what the words say
but in that which they say without saying it:
not naked, but through a veil,
breasts become desirable.
--Vallana

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The lamp of love had almost reached nirvana
but it wanted to see what those two would do
when they were doing it: curious, it stretched its neck
and, seeing what is saw, let out a puff of smoke.

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When the ankle bracelet is still,
earrings and necklaces jangle;
when the man grows tired,
his determined lover relieves him.

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Desire pushes her toward the encounter,
mistrust holds her back;
a silken banner, fluttering, limp,
furling and unfurling in the wind.
--Kalidasa

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Introduction


Namaste!