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domingo, 21 de enero de 2007

A pain in the head, a pain in the heart, a pain in the butt.



Before 1800, people in the world were living such a simple life in which no-one was interested in money as the center of their life. After 1800, the world began a series of changes in people’s lifestyle and people’s way of thinking that made the world we know today, which is totally different from what the Renaissance wanted it to mean.

Between the 18th and the 19th century, in the United Kingdom an important part of the world history that we know today as the Industrial Revolution began. It brought with it a set of new mechanical machines that were replacing man’s handwork not only on the farms, but in the cities and financial districts. Before the Industrial Revolution, you could see simple families having simple lives, going together to the vineyards to collect the grapes and make the wine, and getting simple wages just for food. After that, you could see only one man making a whole family work and those families, which in the past were doing jobs for food, now were extremely hungry and looking at how their lives were being destroyed; here came the pain in the heart.

During the 19th century, a couple of inventors began to make more and more sophisticated tools that made people’s life even easier. One inventor was in the patent office, and an hour later another one went to patent a new invention, which was good. The problem was that there was no control in the way they exposed their inventions to the public. It was an era recognized because a little group of people just wanted more and more huge quantities of money or fame, without thinking about the poor people, who at the end were the affected part of the game; here came the pain in the head.




After 1940, the world began to be habitable again, meaning that people were put into their jobs again. They found balanced ways to allow people and machines to work together. But after 1990, people forgot the ideals and began again to be more involved with money. Money, again, became the center of the world. New machines were created to make people’s work faster instead of easier. That means, that if in 1980 you used to prepare 80 informs at the office, nowadays your boss wants you to prepare 800. To this, add the strict environment created by the business aura: just make money for me and I don’t give a fuck about you. That’s a pain in the butt! People need their jobs because from them they can get their money, and they need that money to eat (the first necessity?) and keep their consumer addict lives. So, they work like dogs for nothing and go around the streets stressful and being unpleasant to happy people like me.

Stress is a pandemic we will never eradicate, unless people change their way of seeing the world. Nowadays many people look at the world as a valuable thing, which is totally false. How can I get rich from your ribs? A 100 dollar bill is just a piece of paper that, at any moment, I can rip if I want (logically I won’t), because it can buy a lot of smiles, but not an honest voice saying “hello” to you everyday.


Lugoskyk,
Nueva York, Lunes 2 de Octubre, 2006

sábado, 20 de enero de 2007

The Sad Happiness



A complex entity is the union of many different simple things, which are joined to make the perfect structure to work completely fitted. A human being is the perfect example of what a complex is, because it is a set of emotions followed by material things and sensitive situations that gives strength to it and also a psychological stability. Happiness is also another complex entity that makes as its factors your temperament, your history, your culture, your environment, way of thinking and a couple of objects like for example the weather. For other kinds of people, like me, happiness is not complex; it’s just as simple as a smile and saying “God bless you.”

There are many materialists who find happiness in luxuries like buying many expensive cars or houses, or having the cutting edge technology. Material wealth has a quality of warranty limit, which means that it has to disappear. If the entity that makes you happy flies away, the wind will carry your happiness away to the sky, and it’s very unlikely hat it’s going to come back. It’s like if I love my new MP3 player very much and I let it fall in a water bucket: “Damn, there’s go my happiness!” Material things are useful and important in people’s lives, but it’s not everything like in the quoted case. How can I find my reason for existing in something that is less long-lived than me, and worse than this, how can I find my happiness in something that can’t even talk?

Other kinds of people find happiness by, for example, having sex. They have 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 orgasms, but what then? There’s going to be an orgasm that will hurt you, and the others will gradually hurt you more and more. And then, you don’t want more sex for a couple of days; you don’t have the sensations that make you feel great, because those things that once helped you overcome are making you fall. Worse than this is when you get old and your genitals don’t work the same; so, are you going to commit a suicide because you can’t have anymore sex? But this is not only about sex; what about food? You eat so much – because it’s the only thing you love in this world- that you go to sleep and never get up because of a heart attack. And what about those kinds of people who have to be in extremely dangerous situations to feel okay, but at 15,000 feet the parachute doesn’t open: “Damn!” The Swedish philosopher Jostein Gaarden in his book The Solitaire Mystery said, “How stupid is the human being! Always trying to go very high into space, very deep into the sea, but never stopping his trip near a like in a mountain surrounded by some flowers, to admire some of the deepest thins of life.”
There are people who think that they are happy being rational. They have everything calculated and don’t do anything spontaneously. They don’t smile, don’t live their life, don’t spend their time on stupid things, don’t waste their time talking muck with anyone, and don’t laugh for any reason. They are always closed into their rational world and never go out to play in the free environment, and see the sunlight. They are losing the privilege of smiling and feeling how the breeze can caress them. Staying with a grimace of boredom they are condemned to see people like me, pretending to feel superior and getting more and more angry when I do my silly things just because I want a taste of life.

Once there was a man who was dreaming that under the bridge there was a treasure. Suddenly, the man got up and went with a shovel to dig a hole under the bridge. While the man was digging the hole, a policeman was walking around this area. The policeman asked the man what he was doing, and the man told him the story. The policeman told the man that this was a curious situation, because he had had the same dream, but in the policeman’s dream the guy found his treasure under his kitchen. The man went to his kitchen and dug another hole and he found the treasure. People usually look for happiness in the wrong place. You are happy because God lets you be happy, not because you find happiness somewhere, in something, or someone.



Lugosky,
Nueva York, Mártes 17 de Octubre, 2007

lunes, 20 de noviembre de 2006

¡Ke mardita vaina con lo' dominicano!

Cada ve' ke ami me preguntan ke de aonde' e'ke yo soy, yo siempre dijo con olgullo ke soy dominicano. Pero a vece' me dá una maldita cuelda con mi mima' raza ke kisiera negala' e'.

Fíjense ke lo' dominicano vivimo' olgulloso de ke dike' tenemo' la mejol tierra del mundo y vivimo' hablando mielda de ke tenemo' la mejore' gente del mundo. Pero sin embalgo', cuando un cubano va pa' maiami tu ve' ke to' lo cubano de maiami lo tan eperando' y ke si hay ke econdelo' lo econden' pa' ke no lo manden' pa'tra'. Mientra ke la mejore' gente del mundo, lo' dominicano', cuando no'tamo' llendo en una yola pa' puelto rico: primero, si hay ke tirá' a uno, ese se jodió polke e'pa'vajo' ke vá'; y segundo, lo' ke llegan, si e ke logran, cuando llegan lo único ke jallan e' arena polke a ningú dominicano le impolta esa maldita vaina. ¿Y cómo e' el asunto papá?

Lo' dominicano somo la' mejore gente del mundo. Pero entonce' cuando lo' mejicano' se unién' pa' la vaina del voto latino en nueva yol y otro etado', lo lográn y ahora lo' latino puén' votá'. Cuando lo' dominicano' no unimo' hacen 20 o 30 año' atrá' en nueva yol, fue pa' vendé' droga', matá' gente, y telminá' de jodé' el pobre paí', ke batante' ke teníamo' con lo hijo e su marrrdíta de lo político. ¿Ajá' y entonce' ké pasó ahí?

Nosotro' somo' lo' mejore' del mundo, y cuando hablan del paí', ¡LO MIMO DOMINICANO!, acaban con uno mimo' y siempre telminan con la marditísima frase: "En ete' paí' lo único ke se han inventao' e la tambora, y hay ke dale golpe pa' ke funcione." ¡Ke mardita autoetima' compai! Esa vaina me tiene igual o ma jarto ke lo etúpido político dominicano y su mítin de campaña cada dosaño'. ¡Gracia' Lilí, gracia' Trujillo, gracia' Balaguel pol haceno' cojeno' aco' nosotro' mimo', trio e'hiju'e' su marditisima madre, si e' ke la tuvien'!

A la clara, yo lo ke soy e' un jodio' sin un peso en el bolsillo, e'má', como dijo calle 13: "lo único ke tengo e fokin yelo en la nevera." Pero má' ke cualto, yo lo ke kiero e' otr@ pariguay@ ke piense igual ke yo, y ke no hagan como mi helmanazo cabeza ke dice:"O sí, hay ke empujá' el paí! Pero no soy yo solo ke lo voy hace polke 8 millone'gente pesan demasiado." Aunke en honol a la veldá' e' lo ke el mimo' dice:" Si el paí' ta' como un carro kedao', tu'el mundo ayuda a arrempujalo, pero bien no ha prendío' cuando ya to el mundo se ta' gabiando en ve' de seguí' arempujando hata' kel paí' te cache bombita." ¡Diablo cabeza, un chín chín má', y te juro ke me convence!


Lugosky,
Nueva York, Miercoles 1 de Noviembre, 2006