miércoles, 28 de julio de 2010

The Spotless Mind

I've recently come across this movie called "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" - again. It begins with this odd couple hitting it off in a train that departed from Montauk.

Later on we see that at first everything seems fine but things get fucked up along the way. On an ovary rampage the chick bursts out of the dude's life and submits herself into this treatment consisting in a pin-point memory erase.

What the fuck does this mean? It means that Clem (the chick) asks for Joel (the dude) to be completely removed from her memories.

Nice one.

And so she's being treated and gets de-joelized just to have Joel go through the same procedure while he's sleeping. Little did he know that while being purged he wouldn't be able to let go of some memories of Clem. Of course, those were the good memories from the beginning of the relationship.

Long story short, the receptionist of the place that performs the procedure snaps and gives away all memories from former patients, including Joel and Clem. As they find out about their past together they both realize that things can go wrong but things can also work out fine this time. The End.

So, when I think about this movie I can't help but think about every person that gets a relationship update in Facebook, talks about feelings or uploads a song/pic everywhere they lay their keyboard on. I don't mind, but at the same time it makes me wonder about where am I standing right now and what do I feel about it. The answer is uncertain except for a few threads.

I'm strong-willed but at the same time when someone lets me down it's horribly hard for me to get over it. I do my best, but at least for now when my expectations are shot down and I can't see any change of heart the climb gets steeper and steeper. And I gotta be honest, I go as far as my hands can hold onto things.

All throughout my relationships one of the main issues to bust my knuckles against to was the change of heart. I've changed mine, but not because I was asked to, but because I felt it that way, it was my heart all by itself, not me.

People change. People grow or de-volve in five years, in a year, in a month, in a week, in a day. There's nothing more simple than that. One day I was living with my family, the next day I was all by myself and had to tough it up, take up some responsibilities. One day I was single, the next day I had a woman I cared about and wanted to make happy. Will I be the same man as yesterday or am I going to have some changes along the way? No and yes. It's natural. But, things do happen the other way around: as one half of the couple, you gotta realize the other half had a life before you and it's something to respect and maybe honor, 'cause that's what made your couple the person you love and cherish. I know it is hard to understand the "other way around" part of it, but here's the catch:

When you start a relationship it's like a "fresh start", your couple doesn't know much about your previous life. When it advances, he or she would start to know things about your past and may or may not like them. What's the fucking big deal? What is it with not getting over things, attitudes, or thoughts about someone or translating things onto the other mate? I hate it when it happens. I've been target of suspicions, accusations of lying and what not, and guess what: I'm not that kind of man. I've felt like shit and quite angry at the same time I was being neck-busted with that kinda stuff. Why if my couple was lied to am I bound to lie to her as well? WHY?

Anyway...

Please erase my memories.

(Except that one, that one too...)


martes, 27 de julio de 2010

Miguel Ángel

Me enrosqué a leer sobre Miguel Ángel hace un rato, ¡es interesantísimo! Todas esas personas del Renacimiento, todas esas obras de ARTE... Me deja sin palabras, realmente atónito.

Y me puse a pensar: "¿Si tuviera un hijo que se cuelgue a hacer todas esas cosas? Imposible, mis ganas de jugar videojuegos con él lo van a hacer estúpido como para llegar a esa genialidad." Ahora yo digo: ¿no estaremos involucionando en ciertos aspectos? Porque la verdad, obras de arte no se hacen más. Nadie tiene el tiempo para hacer una escultura como El David, Baco o lo que fuere. Nadie, no se ve más. No digo que haya que hacerlo, incluso sostengo que la "creatividad" se va por otros lados también, pero al mismo tiempo como que se pierde ese amor por la naturaleza.

En fin, igual todos nos vamos a morir.

Les dejo el artículo de Miguel Ángel por las dudas: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelangelo

lunes, 26 de julio de 2010

Recomendado 3

Te dejo con un video copado, posta que no da más. Es de los que te hace reflexionar sobre la genialidad y la capacidad del ser humano respecto a lo que puede hacer, cómo se mueve la imaginación.

Hay gente que dirá "pero eso es un gastadero de agua". Oh vamos, ni que hubiera uno en todas las esquinas.

viernes, 23 de julio de 2010

jueves, 22 de julio de 2010

Nueva feature en este blog #1


Hace unos minutos se me ocurrió: acá a tu derecha voy a ponerte cosas que yo recomiendo. Links. Cosas. Caprichos.

Todo para hacerte la vida más fácil, tanto para lo social, en pareja, con la familia, en el laburo, como también en tu vida real en la compu.

Hoy arranco con el Picasa, soft de edición de fotos, imágenes, visualizador, etc.
Acá te lo paso picasaweb.google.com

Es re sencillo de bajar y usar.

Gozalo, querelo, amalo.

miércoles, 21 de julio de 2010

Excepto para los hijos de puta

Creo que uno de los peores sentimientos ever es poner triste a una persona. ¿Nunca les pasó? Sea el motivo que sea.

Te sentís como la mierda, como si fueras el responsable por todas las cosas malas que le están pasando; querés levantar mil mochilas y ocho montañas en la espalda para que esa persona se sienta mejor, pero sabés que igual ya la cagaste, que es al pedo pasarse un cotonete cuando te metieron el dedo en la oreja.

Qué feo que es querer y no poder. Más cuando no depende de uno mismo.


Excepto para los hijos de puta. Y no soy uno de ellos.

VAMOS VAMOS VAMOS

¡Hay que seguir publicando!

Me estoy reencontrando con las primeras redes sociales. Blogger, Fotolog (al escribir esto puse "Facebook", qué desastre)...

¿Había más?

Ah, YouTube, pero es como poner la tele.

De todas maneras, en mi caso ya no es ni un tema de popularidad, ya que nadie usa Fotolog y acá en Blogger me siguen 3 personas (yay!). Es un tema de reivindicarse en lo que uno quiere. Y yo quiero hacerlo en la escritura, en la catarsis, en la diarrea verbal.

Hajimemashoo ka?~