Sunday, December 16, 2007


I´ve come across a couple of acronyms I didn´t know before. Just in time. Because I didn´t know how to express my feelings in English for the imminent installation of the huge contaminant pulp mill just in front of my city.

My beloved Buenos Aires

The acronyms simply flew to me yesterday. In a lovely afternoon with some American friends and while talking under the sweet and thick breeze that gives the name to the city, I discovered "NIMBY".
Very much of a syntheses... although not enough...
I understand that NIMBY has been used in some radical non rational oppositions in the past
but picture this:

The Río de La Plata bathes my town (some people call it the Paris of South America) and the worldwide known beautiful Uruguayan beaches. We are all simple people living in both sides of a Sweet Sea (very accurate and original name for the river). In addition the Río de La Plata sits on one of the biggest water reservoirs of the world, the Guaraní Aquifer. No piranhas.
So, are there any ingredients for a recipe for a disaster? Yes:
  1. Careless politicians.
  2. Imported sharks.
The results? Pulp mills and their poisoning byproducts. Companies that don´t even dare installing these kind of kraft processes in their home countries anymore, that had even been condemned and evicted for doing so (ENCE) are here to shark out the region. (Pontevedra, Spain-video1-sp Pontevedra, Spain-video2-sp)

Then this morning I found the acronym "BANANA". Well, that says it all for me.

Build Absolutely Nothing like a pulp mill Anywhere Near Anyone

please take a few minutes to see the following video
(Spanish language with English subtitles)
Both Argentina and Uruguay are big leaders in the soccer (football/fútbol) leagues.
Maybe it´s time we play other game with the same passion.
Less banana-republics and more BANANA leaders

Saturday, December 15, 2007


Hace varios meses me tomé el trabajo de investigar en Internet la información que deliberadamente se ocultaba a la opinión pública. En mi post del 27/Mayo/07 dibujé el mapa con los datos que encontré. Hoy se pone a la luz oficialmente que el 16/Enero/08 comienzan las obras.

Se puede leer bajo el título "Aval uruguayo para la instalación de ENCE en Colonia" -La Nación, 15/12/07- lo que en verdad se debería ser "Aval del gobierno uruguayo a la empresa ENCE para la construcción de una pastera frente a Buenos Aires".

Porteños, no lo tomemos a la ligera, la vamos a tener
frente a nuestras narices, lite

Ence es una empresa española que ya fue condenada en su propio país, debiendo asumir la condena de 6 de sus directivos por delito ecológico, dos delitos continuados de daños y cuatro faltas contra las personas en relación con la actividad contaminante de sus factorías sólo en Pontevedra.

Y el daño no es reversible, vuelvo a publicar el mapa, saquen sus conclusiones...

Tato & Piazzolla

Saturday, December 08, 2007

The winds

There I was on a shiny morning trying to fix the wiring on top of the old windmill. Kinda difficult job to do without the right tools and one leg hanging out the ladder. I wasn´t doing much of a success and I decided to call the molinero.

- "Yeah 99, you got to bring the man in. That´s a work for a specialist", said Negrita
- "Hi there", I greeted the cow
- "Come down while he brings the parts. There´s still some water in the trough. We can wait together. I don´t have much to do anyway"

She´s always right so I stepped down trying to catch the signal on my cellphone. The molinero, is always ready to solve emergencies.

- "That was a hell of a Northern wind last night", she continued, "no wonder the windmill broke. It must have been spinning like a maniac. Did you check the pump pole and the vanes?"
- "Yeah, they´re ok"
-"Did you hear the neighbors are planting soy? They got rid of some of my friends to use the land for crops"
- "I saw it. What a pity"
- "They evicted some of my fellas like many other ranchers are doing...", she said and I sensed some sadness in her moos.
- "It´s not good soil for crops. It´s grassland, cattle heaven.", I said trying to show her my sympathy for her loss.
- "Actually with all the craziness for biodiesel and the prices of corn skyrocketing who could blame them? I remember tales that my mother told me about the times in which there weren´t even fences in these lands"
- "No fences?"
- "Yeah. Cows were free to look for the clovers anywhere they wanted. It was after the conquistadores brought them from Spain and let them reproduce wildly. Would you believe that my great great grandmother had horns? Not exactly a beauty", and she blinked at me in her Angus pride.
- "I didn´t know"
- "Well, the breeding came afterwards and we adapted to the Pampas environment. What are we facing now? Stock markets define ruminant territories and soy is King. Green deserts with no job for gauchos and no place for diversity. Do you realize that exporting grain is also a hidden way of exporting water?"

She left me speechless. But I felt I had to comfort her so I mumbled, "there´s always going to be grass for you here..."
- "Thanks, I know. Sorry, but when the Northern wind enters so powerful and careless my brain spins like the windmill and I can´t avoid seeing the big picture. I smell it. I can´t close my nostrils...", she said and belched. "Hey, there´s the molinero coming!"
- "I´ll take care Negrita, let´s see what he can do to fix the problem... see you later, chau"
- "Chau 99, namasté"

I met the molinero at the gate and he was smiling. Happy to know that the cows needed his services. There are not many of those calls lately and he´s thinking in moving to another town. Far West, where there is still some cattle.

Thursday, November 22, 2007


also special thanks to Frank from Sugar&Spice who brought in support and great cookies

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Democrats Abroad, Argentina

Democrats Abroad, Argentina

Don't just be a member... be a founder


Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Instinct / Instinto

The swarm, the torus and the flock, your personal space

Researchers have studied emergent behaviors of ants and locusts to try to understand our own instincts.
It´s been found that a swarm is formed when individuals both attract and repel but do not try to orient themselves to their neighbors. A torus takes place when they move around an empty circle to try to orient themselves to their closest neighbors. A flock is finally achieved when the individuals move with a strong feeling of group in one direction.
Do you keep an eye on your Internet neighborhood? It seems to me that we write or read in a very similar way, according to our inner swarm. If it happens that we take collective decisions like that too, it´s a great opportunity to form our flock and move towards something more important than attracting-repelling others.
Any ideas?

El enjambre, el toroide y la manada, tu espacio personal

Los científicos han estudiando el comportamiento emergente de hormigas y langostas para entender nuestros propios instintos.
Han encontrado que un enjambre se forma cuando los individuos se atraen y repelen pero no tratan de orientarse con respecto a sus vecinos. Se forma un toroide alrededor de un centro vacío cuando tratan de orientarse con los vecinos más próximos. Una manada se alcanza finalmente cuando todos los individuos se mueven con una fuerte sensación de grupo en una única dirección.
Estás atento a tu vecindario en Internet? A mí me parece que escribimos y leemos de la misma manera, de acuerdo a nuestro enjambre interior. Si resulta que tomamos decisiones colectivas también de esta manera, es una buena oportunidad de formar una manada que marche hacia algo más importante que sólo atraer/repeler a otros.
Alguna idea?

Saturday, November 10, 2007

My light

A brillar mi amor, vamos a brillar mi amor...

You can only shine when there´s a light.
I found my personal light in Havana, Cuba a couple of centuries ago. We met half way in the planet and I have to admit that it was a very wise idea from our teethless Angel Amber (I might bother you with her story another day). She was smart because otherwise we would have been walking upside down for the rest of our lives.

Yep, my light came from the other side of the world. An unexpected, impossible, magic encounter at a time in which I was just a sketch. A good old project.

He came to my life floating on a stream of soft music but I didn´t recognize him at first. It took me two or three mojitos and a strange request at the Malecón :
- Buy me a love song...

I´ve never done any of those things before but the night had been weird enough up to that moment so I did. I bought him a bolero. While the singers were playing bésame, bésame mucho, and as I was listening to his stories I realized that I was beginning to glow.
Me and the singers were pale phosphorus green glowing!

He told me he was the first of a bunch in a baby boomer family and that he grew up as a dirty road boy in a black neighborhood. I never knew until then that there was something called Midwest the size of my own country, Argentina. He smiled at my accent when I told him I was very "yurban" but he was kind enough not to laugh out loud when I took Chicago as a sleepy town in the middle of nowhere.
Then when he mimicked the way he used to call for buyers as a popcorn seller at the circus, Northern Lights of an unknown Aurora Borealis slowly bathed every single being around.
I think the singers vanished because they were just scared after that.

He went on softly speaking about his life as a traveler and as a blues band leader. I had to come closer to him because the more I shined the more he lowered his voice. He whispered things about his times as an air force secret language interpreter, as a political sciences researcher, as a director of some big company, as a cats lover.
It was passed midnight when he tried to reach for his sun glasses. He couldn´t find them so he closed his eyes and I had to grab his hand. And he kissed me.

I realized that we needed a shelter when a fluorescent Cuban passing by shouted at us:
- Hey you, get a room!I don´t know if he heard it or not. With his eyes still shut he said:
- Marry me...
I didn´t say yes immediately but I looked up and there were no more stars or moon. Instead, diamonds were hanging on our heads. I took that as a good sign.
And we married.

Time passed and we run many adventures together although much less that the ones awaiting. The stream of brilliant plasma around me never fades away when I´m with him. Well, in fact it happens to everybody near him. What reminds me,

Hey baby, tomorrow is your birthday
so what do you say if we go out and shine out the city my love?
Happy birthday baby!

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Sí a la vida


Ante la situación existente en torno a la inminente puesta en marcha de la pastera finlandesa Botnia, la Asamblea Ciudadana Ambiental de Gualeguaychú expresa:

1. Que le recuerda al Sr. Presidente de la Nación, ante el compromiso contraído públicamente con la lucha del pueblo de Gualeguaychu, en el marco de la Causa Nacional, y en honor de las convicciones por él declamadas, que no asuma ninguna medida que implique avalar o confirmar acuerdos que se aparten del objetivo de la relocalización de Botnia fuera de la Cuenca del Río Uruguay.

2. Qué el fin último consistente en que Botnia se retire de nuestra región es parte de las acciones diplomáticas y jurídicas implementadas por la Cancillería Argentina, razón por la que constituye un camino irrenunciable.

3. Que en procura de lograr esa meta, reiteramos que la ASAMBLEA CIUDADANA AMBIENTAL DE GUALEGUAYCHÚ SE DECLARA EN ESTADO DE ALERTA MÁXIMA, VIGILIA Y MOVILIZACIÓN PERMANENTE, para evitar todo intento de presión o acción que burle la soberana voluntad de nuestro pueblo, de vivir en un ambiente sano.


San José de Gualeguaychú, 3 de noviembre de 2007.
Provincia de Entre Ríos.
República Argentina

Sunday, October 28, 2007

The clouds and the watermelons

I drive country roads a lot. Here´s a story of a day on which I felt I´d lost my path.

It happened one very warm day when I was driving back to the ranch. I had to stop the truck because I felt lost even with the paved road ahead. It was mostly because of the clouds. Not because they obstructed my vision it was more because of their reflections. And my own reflexions. While stretching my legs I thought that probably at that very moment about half of Earth was covered by clouds.

I remembered reading somewhere that they reflect more sunlight than land and water. I was dressed in my white clothes because it was Summer. Everybody knows that white keeps you cooler. I felt some relief thinking that those clouds by reflecting sunlight were keeping the Earth cooler too. And that was when I got completely lost: I was blinded by the A factor. The Albedo in them and in me.

I grabbed a piece of watermelon.
I had recently found some sites about counteracting global warming effects. Scientists no longer talking about it but rather on how to solve the problem. The civil society is more aware of it although finger pointing is such a common thing we do... Names like "ecowarriors", "alarmists", "climate change deniers", "skeptics", "anti-aviation campaigners", “conspiracy theorists”, "liberal activists", "manipulative ecologists", etc are all over the Internet.
I spitted some black seeds.

- "So now some scientists are talking about 'geoengineering' the planet", I said to myself. "It seems that some are thinking on injecting sulfate particles in the upper atmosphere to increase the albedo. Shooting the clouds with some poison that nobody knows what´s going to feed us back can´t be called a 'escape route' from global warming. So vapor trails left by aircrafts are environmentally friendly and cow farts are not?"
- "Hey, finally somebody advocates for us!", a voice said from behind me.
I looked around and saw nobody. There was only me, the truck, the clouds and a black Angus chewing some grass.

I took another bite of watermelon. Summers are so warm down here in the Pampas...

- "Some want to spray aerosol compounds into the atmosphere by utilizing commercial, military and private aircrafts and calves are condemned for belching? It´s not fair...", I thought and sighed.
- "That´s what I said, thank you", said the voice again.
- "Who´s there? Is bad enough that you don´t show yourself but reading my thoughts is something I won´t allow you"
- "Sorry, sorry I didn´t mean to disturb your thoughts. My name is Negrita and I think that since aerosols cut down sunlight by large amounts, they may be spinning down the hydrological cycle of the planet. That´s pure science distorsion, maddness based on volcanic eruptions, come on!", she said.
- "Well, nice to meet you Negrita, I´m 99", I told the cow.
- "Yeah, I know, I read your blog"
- "Well, thanks. So your opinion is...?"
- "I think that using sea water as a source for hygroscopic nuclei may produce enough cloud cover to provided an offset a year's worth of carbon increase"
- "I don´t understand..."
- "See, it´s about evaporating 50 kilograms of sea water per second. We could even, if we wished, drive the problem backwards. It is also fully controllable: you can switch it off!"
- "You mean it can be better than giant reflecting mirrors in space, or laying reflecting film in deserts, or floating white plastic islands in the ocean mimicking the reflective effect of sea?"
- "Yeah, I think it might work better"
- "So you think it´s all about the clouds?"
- "Yep. Clouds and opacity. Clouds and clouds lifetime. Clouds and albedo. Every thing's albedo is measured by how much they reflect sunlight. Bouncing back the light makes them shine, and the Earth shines like a diamond in the Universe. High thin clouds are better blankets in trapping warmth, while low thick clouds make better coolers. Want some grass?"- "Thanks no, I´m on a diet. How do you manage your weight?", I said as I steered at the sky and thought on how much clouds have changed during my lifetime. High, warming clouds had increased while low clouds had decreased"
- "I sweat. I like being black in Summer. Keeps me in shape"
- "Then again back to the subject. Sunlight heats the ocean, water escapes into the atmosphere and falls out as rain..."
- "... non-polluting, planet-saving mist..." - "Not a bad idea"
- "... or just cut the crap with the oil. It´s gonna rain, gotta go. Bye", and she left.
- "Bye Negrita, glad to meet you. See you around!"

I saved the rest of the watermelon for later and jumped back in the truck. I felt not so lost anymore.
Hot Summer days and watermelons just seem to go perfect together...

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Elecciones 2007


"Pino" Solanas-Cadelli
Vilma Ripoll-Bidonde
López Murphy-Bullrich
Castells-"Nina" Pelozo
FREJULI: Rodríguez Saá-Maya
, etc : Sobisch-Asís
: Montes-Heberling
FRENTE PARA LA VICTORIA: Cristina Fernández-Cobos

Sepan disculpar cualquier olvido o error

Qué laburo esto de ser argentinos...

Porteño/a, siga participando:

UCR TIT: 1. Gil Lavedra 2. Iraizoz; SUPL: 1. Marquina 2. Canals
TIT: 1. Rabanaque Caballero 2. Domínguez; SUPL: 1. Traboulsi
TIT: 1. Alterini 2. Mauri; SUPL: 1. Svartz 2. Almirón
TIT: 1. Rieznik 2. Barrionuevo; SUPL: 1. Ferro
TIT: 1. Portas Dalmau 2. Mazzeo; SUPL: 1. Barrio 2. Redruello
TIT: 1. Seisdedos 2. Sabato; SUPL: 1. Seeber
TIT: 1. Chaied 2. Jarazo; SUPL: 1. Saba
TIT: 1. Seisdedos 2. Sabato; SUPL: 1. Seeber
TIT: 1. Bidonde 2. Capano; SUPL: 1. Britos 2. Pacagnini
TIT: 1. Videla Sánchez 2. Insua; SUPL: 1. Segret 2. Pueyrredon
TIT: 1. Perren 2. Rios; SUPL: 1. Valsecchi 2.Ferreiro
TIT: 1. Cruz 2.Gerez; SUPL: 1. Rozenfeld 2. Cuarterola
TIT: 1. Tavolaro 2. Belizán; SUPL: 1.Yaggi 2. Grancelli
TIT: 1. Calcagno 2. Calaresu; SUPL: 1. Sposaro 2. Frascino
TIT: 1.Piragini 2. Onna; SUPL: 1. Pollach 2. Caubet
TIT: 1. Sanchez 2. Batalla; SUPL: 1. Tavanti 2. Leal
TIT: 1. Cruciani 2. Matta; SUPL: 1. Lloveras Videla 2. Alvarez
TIT: 1. Melnik 2.Abregó; SUPL: 1. Montenegro 2. Rabih
TIT: 1. Seisdedos 2. Sabato; SUPL: 1. Seeber
TIT: 1. Filmus 2. Marcó Del Pont; SUPL: 1. Santa María 2. Dosch
TIT: 1.Zadunaisky 2. Castillo; SUPL: 1. Saab
TIT: 1. Melconian 2. Agostini; SUPL: 1. Torello 2. Berkowski
TIT: 1."Pino" Solanas 2. Garcia Tuñon; SUPL: 1. Puricelli Yañez 2. Macaggi
TIT: 1. Silva Garreton 2. Caldini; SUPL: 1. Bustelo 2. Luquet
TIT: 1. Posse 2. Suarez; SUPL: 1. Diaz Ortiz 2. Gene
TIT: 1. Estenssoro 2. Cabanchik; SUPL: 1. Cingolani 2. Montes
TIT: 1. Lanas 2. Domínguez; SUPL: 1. Franco 2. Ferreyra
TIT:1. Zamorano 2. Guardado; SUPL:1. Guglielmotti 2. Balestra

puf! ... andá a votar!

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Día de la madre/Mother´s day

En el día de la madre les dejo como regalo un link para recorrer...
... y este video sobre el peor presidente posible y cómo muchas mujeres americanas recomendan actuar para detener sus actos y evitar que otros lo imiten.
(cuidado: el contenido es fuerte; ustedes deciden si quieren mostrarselo a sus hijos)

Today is Mother´s day in South America. This link is my gift...
... and a video on the worst president ever and how many American women are recommending to act to stop his actions and for avoiding any other to imitate him.
(warning: the contents is tough; you decide if you want to show it to your children)

Peace takes courage

On October 27th.
stand up for peace,
join the National Mobilization from your city:

Monday, October 15, 2007

Blog Action Day 2007, Environment /Medio Ambiente

The fishes house and the Chaos Theory

I loved my father. My father knew everything because he had swept back and forth across the world many times. He knew stories of winds and creatures like nobody else.

One of our favorite strolls was taking a walk on the riverfront to look around among the fishermen. Some of them greeted us and I always asked their permission to look inside the buckets where the fresh catfishes were still gasping in resignation.
Sometimes my father shared a mate tea with the fishermen. The mate was made with water from the river and even when he was too gringo to like it, he took it anyway because he had learned in this land that you should never refuse one.
While walking and in whispers so as not to bother "the catch" I was asking him things about life that he answered to me in long stories also in a low voice.

I had to relearn some of those lessons later in my life but there´s one that still guides me.
In the middle of the river were some buildings like islands with no land. From my height I always saw three. The Río de La Plata was so wide that I stretched my neck and stood on my tip-toes hoping to see more of them because my dad had explained to me that there were many. I was certain that he could see them all from his 6'6" height.
The buildings were brick cubes with roof, door, windows and even when there always was somebody swimming at the beach side no one was ever seen near them.

- Dad, what are those?
- Those are the fishes homes. The fishes go do their b´ness during the day and then at night they go home to sleep. Just like us.
- Don´t they go at siesta time?
- Fishes don´t have siestas like we do. But sometimes they go durin da day when some folk blows on the other side of the planet.
- What happens when somebody blows on the other side of the planet?
- It happens that the air rolls by and turns into winds. If da blow is strong enough there might even be hurricanes. Did you feel da breezes in the Summer nights? Well, it´s da fluttering of da wings of da butterflies in China, ´cos they are awake and fly, ´cos is daytime there.

Years passed and I became and engineer. I learned that the fishes houses where the intake of the drinking water supply for the city of Buenos Aires. It was hard to digest. More years passed and I gave up engineering and resumed my environmental studies from that very lesson. I understood that the waters of my river travel throughout the planet like the winds and can bring back home stories of other creatures.

My father never knew anything about global warming, toxic spills in the river, dead fishes by contamination, acid rain. The latest technology he enjoyed was the Telex.
But he surely knew about the Chaos Theory, the delicate and unpredictable poetry of the natural relationships and he was a firm believer on word of mouth power. He would have been an active blogger.
He would have written a good post on environment today, on Blog Action Day .

La casa de los pescados y la Teoría del Caos

Amaba a mi papá. Mi papá sabía de todo porque había peinado el mundo para allá y para acá varias veces. Conocía historias de vientos y de bichos como nadie.

Uno de nuestros paseos favoritos era recorrer la costanera y curiosear entre los pescadores. Algunos nos saludaban y yo siempre pedía permiso para mirar adentro de sus baldes donde los bagres recien sacados del río todavía seguían boqueando resignados.
Mi papá a veces compartía un mate con los pescadores. El mate se hacía con agua del río y a pesar de que de puro gringo no le gustaba demasiado, se lo tomaba igual porque en estas tierras había aprendido que un mate nunca se desprecia.
Mientras caminabamos y susurrando para no molestar "el pique", yo le iba preguntando cosas de la vida y él me respondía con largas historias también en voz baja.

Muchas de esas lecciones las he tenido que ir reaprendiendo a lo largo de la vida pero hay una historia que todavía me guía.En el medio del río había unas construcciones como islas sin tierra. Desde mi altura yo veía siempre tres. El Río de La Plata era tan ancho que yo estiraba el cuello y me ponía en puntas de pie esperando poder ver alguna más porque mi padre me había explicado que eran muchas. Yo estaba segura de que él las veía todas con sus dos metros de estatura.
Las construcciones eran cubos de ladrillos con techo, puerta, ventanas y a pesar de que en el balneario casi siempre había gente nadando, nunca se veía a nadie cerca de ellas.

- Papá, qué son?
- Son las casas de los pescados. Los pescados andan por ahí durante el día y a la noche se van a dormir a sus casas, como nosotros.
- Y a la siesta no van?
- Los peces no duermen la siesta como nosotros pero a veces van durante el día cuando alguien sopla del otro lado del mundo.
- Qué pasa cuando alguien sopla del otro lado del mundo?
- Pasa que el aire va rodando y se forman los vientos. Si el soplido es muy fuerte hasta puede haber huracanes. Viste las brisas de las noches de verano? Bueno, son por los aleteos de las mariposas de China, que están despiertas y vuelan porque allá es de día.

Pasaron los años y me hice ingeniera. Supe que las casas de los pescados eran solamente las tomas del sistema de agua potable de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires. Me costó digerirlo. Pasaron más años, largué la ingeniería y retomé mis estudios sobre el medio ambiente justo a partir de aquella lección. Entendí que las aguas de mi río viajan por todo el planeta como los vientos y que pueden volver trayendo historias de otras criaturas.

Mi padre nunca supo del calentamiento global, ni de los vertidos tóxicos al río, ni de los peces muertos por la contaminación, ni de la lluvia ácida. La tecnología más avanzada de la que disfrutó fue el Telex.
Pero sí sabía de teoría del caos, de la delicada e impredecible poesía de las relaciones naturales y creía firmemente en el poder del boca a boca. Hubiera sido un blogger activo.
Seguramente hoy 15 de Octubre hubiera escrito un buen post sobre el medio ambiente.

Bloggers Unite - Blog Action Day

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Nobel Peace Prize 2007

Climate change and peace: when politics is the key

Standing applauses to The International Panel on Climate Change IPCC
And more standing applauses to Mr. Al Gore, the former/future president of the US.

The scientists issued the worth reading document on options for policymakers. IPCC chairman, Dr. Rajendra Pachauri and over 2500 people among which there are more than 40 Argentineans like Dr. Osvaldo Canziani, Co-chair of WGII, show us the tools to face food security, water management and the socio-economic impact of the climate change.

Mr. José Manuel Durão Barroso, president of the European Commission, referred to the close relationship between peace and climate change and explained the official reasons for the nomination. But yep, there are detractors too, the eternal poodle bushists.

IPCC, 2007: Climate Change 2007: Impacts, Adaptation and Vulnerability. Contribution of Working Group II to the Fourth Assessment Report of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, M.L. Parry, O.F. Canziani, J.P. Palutikof, P.J. van der Linden and C.E. Hanson, Eds., Cambridge University Press, Cambridge, UK, 976pp.

Thursday, October 11, 2007


Tenía mi post preparado para el Blog Action Day con un tema similar pero se me cruzó la realidad por el camino...

Aplaudo de pie a estos criollos que con el ingenio propio de los que abrevan las aguas de este Mar Dulce (más conocido como Río de La Plata) han puesto la verdad a disposición de los buscadores de Internet.
Gracias muchachos, lo andábamos necesitando

I had my Blog Action Day post prepared with a similar idea but reality stroke me first...

A standing applause to these brave criollos that show the truth to the world through Internet search engines. Such talent could only come from people that were nourished from the Sweet Sea waters (also known as Río de la Plata)
Thanks kids, we needed it

Saturday, October 06, 2007


Verbs mean to me action and results. And vice versa. I trust them. I am their devotee.

Adjectives remind me to take care...

I tend to distrust adjectives when I read or hear them. Whoever chooses them for the occasion expresses their set of values in life. But it´s so hard to stop at adjectives in a phrase or prose or poem or newspaper, that I usually give up and read forwardly taking them for truths.
Well... almost.
I belong to a generation that was not influenced in their youth by video clips and the span of my attention was not shortened much. That always gives me a the second opportunity. When I finish a reading there´s something in the back of my mind that alerts me. It´s my distrust on adjectives.
I have a relationship of love-hate with adjectives.
Under Latino cultures we are taught that superlatives and gestures are required. To stress meanings. To make them clear. So, we turn our passion into movements of hands and bodies, we touch each other, we dance. We might also end up jumping into hyperbolisms that can be taken as overreactions. (Good luck to the others in understanding the magic in our realism)
We tend to dye with our colors (this is not an exclusivity of Latinos).
Ah... the rainbows! They are tricky...

Nouns. I like nouns. Nouns are like lambs. Creatures that trigger sympathy. They are easy and calming. They evoke and picture and decode in concepts. They show themselves and leave the rest to the imagination. They do as much as they can to stay in our memories.And then the adjectives come and reshape them.Prepositions, the soul of the language as my darling says. Connections and pushes. They are capricious and stubborn like winds. They herd nouns and adjectives towards who knows what direction and then they curl and tied them together.

But then the rest is again up to the verbs.

Being all of the precedent personal and being "second" the only adjective I used on purpose, my post today is first to honor the commitment that verbs bring to us.
And then, to enhance the value of "second" thoughts. Especially when reading adjectives as: ignorant, xenophobic, foreign, stupid, black, white, etc. They come from the painter.

Said so, I´m going to go out and shout out loud a couple of dirty words with a lot of adjectives, so that my neighbors remind me to shut my mouth up...

Los verbos significan acción y resultados para mí. Y viceversa. Confío en ellos. Soy su devota.

Los adjetivos me recuerdan que tenga cuidado...

Tiendo a desconfiar de los adjetivos cuando los leo o escucho. Quienquiera que los elija para la ocasión expresa sus propios valores. Pero es tan difícil detenerse en los adjetivos en frases o escritos o poemas o diarios, que generalmente me rindo y leo de corrido dándolos por verdades.
Bueno... casi.
Pertenezco a una generación que no fue influida en su niñez por video clips y mi abanico de atención no se achicó. Eso me da una segunda oportunidad. Cuando termino de leer siempre algo en el fondo de la cabeza me alerta. Es mi desconfianza en los adjetivos.
Tengo una relación de amor-odio con los adjetivos.

En las culturas latinas nos enseñan que los superlativos y los gestos son necesarios. Para enfatizar. Para poner en claro. Entonces, llevamos nuestra pasión a movimientos de manos y cuerpos, nos tocamos, bailamos. O podemos terminar haciendo hiperbolismos que pueden ser interpretados como exageraciones (suerte a los demás en tratar de entender la magia en nuestro realismo) Solemos teñir con nuestros colores (y esto no es exclusividad de los latinos).
Ah... los arco iris! Son mañosos...

Los sustantivos. Me gustan los sustantivos. Los sustantivos son como corderos. Criaturas que desatan simpatía. Son mansos y calmos. Evocan, dibujan y se decodifican en conceptos. Se muestran a sí mismos y dejan el resto a la imaginación. Hacen todo lo que pueden para quedarse en nuestra memoria.Y luego vienen los adjetivos y les dan forma.
Las preposiciones, el alma de un idioma como dice mi amor. Conexiones y tironeos. Las preposiciones son caprichosas y tercas como los vientos. Arrean a las palabras y a los adjetivos hacia vaya uno a saber qué dirección y luego los enrulan y acomodan juntos.

Pero al final todo se trata de los verbos.

Siendo todo lo anterior personal y siendo "segundo" el único adjetivo que escribí a propósito, mi nota hoy es primero para honrar el compromiso que los verbos nos traen.
Y luego para resaltar el valor de los "segundos" pensamientos. Especialmente cuando al leer nos encontremos con adjetivos como: ignorante, xenófobo, extranjero, estúpido, negr
o, blanco, etc. Estos vienen con el pintor.

Dicho lo cual voy salir y a gritar unas cuantas malas palabras con montones de adjetivos, de manera que mis vecinos me recuerden que me calle la boca...