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Eufemismos para ocultar la realidad

Versión extendida… (lenguaje progre y políticamente correcto)

Soy Períto Técnico Especialista en Desplazamiento (de Masas Terrrestres). Ayer, mientras esperaba delante de un aparato electromecánico para la regulación de la circulación de vehículos y viandantes, me entretuve pensando acerca de la perturbación de cierta intensidad que genera la desaceleración de los mercados. Llegué pronto a la conclusión de que, yo también, puedo ser sujeto pasivo de un proceso de inestabilidad en la relación contractual que vincula mi ocupación retribuida.

Si así fuera, sería para evacuar los excedentes de uso no imprescindible en la maternal dispensadora de amor por estipendio del jefe de los miembros y miembras que lideran la gestión ejecutiva de este conjunto de nacionalidades plurales y diversas que nos integran. Lo haré.

Versión resumida… (lenguaje crudo y directo)

Soy camionero (de un camión de arena). Ayer, mientras esperaba delante de un semáforo, me entretuve pensando acerca de la crisis. Llegué pronto a la conclusión de que, yo también, puedo ser despedido de mi trabajo.

Si así fuera, sería para cagarme en la puta madre del Presidente de España. Lo haré.


Me lo han mandado por correo… no dejar de tener su gracia.

Nos vemos.


Siempre hay alguien peor que tú… versión audio

Lo veo, con el título de El viejo caso del albañil, en Desde mi escritorio.

Nota: Si el vídeo se ve es… gracias a Youtube. Si no se ve es… por culpa de Youtube.

Es la versión audio de este post del mes pasado: Siempre hay alguien peor que tú (artículo NO copiado) que te sugiero que, si no lo conoces, te leas en cualquier caso.

Nota: El hecho de que este post sea el inmediato posterior al de «problema de dificultades», del  brillante pepiño, es pura casualidad.

Nos vemos.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish

Texto completo, en inglés, del discurso (ver vídeo con subtítulos en español) de Steve Jobs en la ceremonia de graduación de la Universidad de Stanford.

‘You’ve got to find what you love’Stanford Report, June 14, 2005 Stanford news service

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Nos vemos.

El liderazgo mundial… de ZP

La foto (verla ampliada) fue muy comentada y difundida en su momento. Refleja lo ociosos y vanales que son los líderes mundiales, excepto el nuestro.

ZP, aplicado, trabajador y (i) responsable, ignora al corro, desdeña «las romanzas de los tenores huecos y el coro de los grillos que cantan a la luna» y prefiere escuchar, en buen «soliloquio», «solamente, entre las voces, una».
No traería esto aquí, por conocido, si no fuera porque, leyendo por ahí (el punto de partida ha sido el grupo de blogs de HO), me he topado con esta entrada, del blog Nunca caminaremos solos, donde aparece también (esa es la “originalidad” del asunto) un vídeo (de la reunión) de Libertad Didital Tv, que desconocía por completo. Y, la verdad, el vídeo, mucho menos conocido que la fotografía, es mucho más expresivo que ella. Es impagable.

Te dejo con él…

Nos vemos.

Nota: Si el vídeo se ve es… gracias a Youtube. Si no se ve es… por culpa de Youtube.

El término es lo de menos…

La paradoja de la «garita»

Quien haya hecho la mili, como yo (quiero decir quien la haya hecho como soldado raso y con «más guardias que el palo de la bandera»), entenderá perfectamente de lo que hablo.

Los soldados, en la mili, muchas veces hacen (hacíamos) guardia en una garita. Defendiendo a la patria y al cuartel del ataque de cualquier posible enemigo…

La “paradoja” del asunto es que (esto lo sabe muy bien, ya digo, cualquiera que, de verdad, haya hecho guardias) el soldado, en la garita, no vigila el exterior. Especialmente de noche. El soldado está permanentemente atento… al interior del cuartel, dejándolo desguarnecido ante cualquier eventual «ataque» (externo) del enemigo.

¿Por qué? Muy sencillo. El oficial o suboficial de guardia, que se aburre como una mona viendo una película de Bergman, se suele dar paseítos (en los días de frío y lluvia pocos, la verdad) con una cierta frecuencia por los puestos de guardia. Se acerca «sigilosamente» a ver si sorprende distraído al centinela… y, echándole una bronca o “metiéndole un puro”, encuentra él con lo que entretenerse…
Y claro, el centinela novato, que se dedica, mirando al exterior del cuartel, a «vigilar al enemigo» puede verse (se ve) sorprendido por el sagaz mando…

Así las cosas, el soldado veterano sabe, perfectamente, que hacia donde hay que vigilar es hacia el interior… para que no te pillen distraído… y, dándole inmediatamente el “alto” y con mucha soltura al oficial/suboficial que se acerca, de esta manera dejar muy claro que uno está atentísimo (al enemigo) y haciendo muy bien su trabajo de vigilancia…

Al soldado le importa “tres pepinos” el enemigo; entre otras cosas, porque no cree en su existencia. Lo que al soldado le importa es que no “lo saquen” de la garita y se lo lleven… arrestado.

El mando, que no se entera mucho porque, generalmente, ha hecho muy pocas guardias -de garita-, se/te felicita por lo «vigilante» que estás y, sin mayores análisis, te deja allí, en tu puesto, y sigue su aburrido recorrido por el interior del cuartel…

Ahora, cambia la palabra soldado por la de político, las de mando, oficial y suboficial por las de pueblo y/o votante, la expresión/idea «vigilar hacia el exterior» por la de «hacer cosas productivas, útiles y necesarias» la de «vigilar hacia el interior» por «propaganda/campaña/gestos de cara a la galería» y la garita… bueno, la garita es claramente el sillón. La poltrona.

Los políticos muchas veces, las más, no hacen cosas útiles, interesantes y productivas… Lo que hacen es cualquier cosa (literalmente, en muchos casos) que les permita/facilite ser reelegidos. Permanecer en la garita poltrona/cargo.

El político se olvida de hacer su verdadero trabajo, «vigilar el exterior» (hacer y resolver cosas en favor de los “gobernados”), porque está muy “ocupado” haciendo cosas (da igual su verdadera utilidad) que le permitan seguir en el cargo, para así, he ahí la paradoja, disponer de tiempo (mandato) para (en teoría) hacer cosas útiles

El problema es que eso lo hacen muchas veces con mal oído (sin escuchar a la gente) o, peor aún, creyendo que son tan buenos (y tienen bula) que nadie los va a pillar, distraídos… en su cómoda poltrona garita.

Nos vemos.

Siempre hay alguien peor que tú (artículo NO copiado)

Y ya que estamos en esas… (estas cosas siempre van a ráfagas) este otro. Aunque “el asunto” es “conocido” y anda por ahí, por la Internet… como post de blog, NO es copiado

Salvo que lo hayas leído muchas veces (y, quizá, aún así) te desafío a que lo leas sin reírte.

Y qué verdad más grande, vista hoy con humor, que siempre hay alguien peor que tú.

Nos vemos.

Siempre hay alguien peor que tú (artículo copiado)

Efectivamente, es un artículo (post, entrada…) copiado. No he podido evitarlo… ¡es tan bueno!.

Está en un blog al que yo mencionaba en mi entrada anterior: Dos hombres y un destino, y del que decía que era/es muy interesante y divertido y al que pienso “copiar” más de una idea…

Este, el mío, aunque hasta ahora (seguramente, me temo) no lo he “demostrado” también quiere ser un blog divertido. Y, también, a este post se le puede “sacar punta”… y no, no lo interpretes, en este caso, con segundas

Nota: Para que quede claro que “no es mío” he copiado el título y “el post entero”

Nos vemos.

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