One of the few things I know with absolute certainty, and I get the feeling that you’ll agree with me, is that people lie.
In the past I’ve chosen to bypass, unobserve what’s downright obvious —those big red flags— in the hopes that they may not exist at all, even though they were right there for me to see regardless of what I would’ve wanted them to be. I’m mostly referring to people’s behaviour in my personal interactions but I’m also referring to culture in general …and science.
A great place where I find “nothing” is dance, Group Ecstatic Dance to be precise. Again, like with painting, there are no words in the dance so there are no misunderstandings, things are what they are and unless you’re blinded by your own desires, there’s only the movement within the rhythm. It’s not a given but the “presence of nothing” can be experienced in this environment if you know how to open the door.
There is a point in the dance where you reach a barrier when (more…)
In 1999, I went to visit my mom in Veracruz, Mexico and while there, I recorded some music. At the time, the producer I was working with was also promoting a very unique artist which I had the honor of meeting. His name was Artemio (known as “Artemio con los pies descalzos”) and we hung out a few times.
Without exaggerating, Artemio would have become like the Bob Dylan of Mexico, unfortunately (more…)
“The opposite of love is not hate …it’s indifference.” —Elie Wiesel
The other day I did the routine update to my WordPress website software and checked out the “Freedoms” tab which explains the type of license that WordPress operates on: an Open Source General Public License (GPL). I already knew this, but it just feels good to see a solid business model that works from every angle.
I had an Italian friend who taught me an invaluable lesson just by being himself. I haven’t seen him in years, don’t know what he’s up to now but my friend, he knew how to enjoy every moment.
I don’t know if all Italians can cook pizza like him, but his was legendary. One time we were both working at a community event: he was cooking the pizza, I was selling it and we had a queue of 10 to 15 people all the time throughout the 10 or so hours that the event lasted.
At some point I was freaking out, the pizza wasn’t cooking as fast as it was selling and the queue was getting longer, so I walked up to the kitchen to find my friend totally relaxed, laughing, drinking his wine and chatting to his heart’s content.
Once I commented on a vloger’s post, she thanked me for the comment and I thought that was it. Later in the day someone replied to my comment. The reply had nothing to do with her post, nor with my comment —which was about how the real transmission is in between the words and how we all use filters to perceive the world and exchange information. The reply said: