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June 2013

13 posts

Jun 18, 20132 notes
#guadalajara #mexico #foto #Imágen
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Jun 11, 2013
#video #google #tierra
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Bandera random.

Comentario random sobre la bandera de México que me encontré por ahí en internet.

 

La bandera tricolor mexicana tiene trascendencia y orígenes muy remotos que por cuestiones de que somos una república laica y no un reino creyente no nos las dicen: Como símbolo de gobierno, los antiguos tarascos del hoy Michoacán usaban tres plumas, como muchos otros gobernantes prehispánicos, verde, blanca y roja, y entre estás historias creció con una nana tarasca, llamada Desideria, el michoacano y Libertador de México en ciernes Agustín de Iturbide, quien al optar ser insurgente se pone en su sombrero, como distintivo de autoridad superior, ese tipo de tres plumas, verde, blanca y roja, que es copiado por todos quienes le siguieron, aún las mujeres y el mismo Iturbide manda en Iguala, ciudad que se ubica en el hoy estado de Guerrero, a su barbero y sastre Magdaleno Ocampo que le confeccione una bandera con esos tres colores que da a conocer a todo el mundo el 2 de marzo de 1821, unos días antes, el 24 de febrero, había proclamado la Independencia bajo tres garantías: Independencia, Religión y Unión y por ello después les adjudica los colores verde, blanco y rojo, respectivamente. Ya como emperador manda verticalizar las franjas y le impone un escudo azteca para justificar el nombre de México en la otrora Nueva España, aunque él no era ni de la ciudad de México, sino, como ya apuntamos, michoacano, pero en cambio, la Bandera de México es de origen michoacano influenciado por el uso de plumaje sagrado prehispánico a veces llamado “la sombra de Dios” verde del quetzal, blanco de la garza y rojo del papagayo y que ya aprecen desde el siglo XVI en las alas de águila del ángel a los pies de la Virgen de Guadalupe, verdadero símbolo nacionalista de un nuevo páís que ahora llamamos México, también es concurrente que los orígenes de los ancestros de Iturbide fueran del muy antiguo País Vasco cuya bandera siempre ha tenido los colores verde, blanco y rojo y también está la anécdota del general Mariano Ortiz de la Peña que dice que al mostrar una sandía Iturbide le inspiró los tres colores, ciertamente todo incurre en los deseos de Iturbide de imponer la actual Bandera, pero como ya vimos tiene que ver la historia prehispánica y la tilma de la Virgen de Gudalupe con esos tres colores desde entonces y como existe una predisposición o tendencia infundada de que estos tres colores se aplicaron a las imágenes de la Virgen posteriormente al nacimiento de la Bandera pongamos aquí los análisis del Alemán Richard Kuhn, premio Nobel de Química 1938, hizo un análisis en el que se pudo constatar que la imagen no tiene colorantes naturales, ni animales, ni mucho menos minerales. El doctor Phillip S. Callaghan, del equipo científico de la NASA, biofísico de la Universidad de Kansas, investigador, científico y técnico en pintura y el profesor Jodi Brant Smith, “Master of Arts” de la Universidad de Miami, Catedrático de Filosofía de la Ciencia en la Universidad de Pensacola, afirmaron que el material que origina los colores no es ningún elemento conocido y tienen más de cuatrocientos años. Por tanto los colores son originales y ya se ve que en la época en que Iturbide crea la Bandera para el nuevo nombre de estos territorios americanos había un guadalupanismo intenso en la formación de la mexicanidad en todo lo que fue España en este continente y especialmente en lo que ahora es todavía México.

Jun 10, 20131 note
#méxico #bandera #historia
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Jun 9, 20138 notes
Jun 8, 2013
#schloß #ingolstadt
Jun 8, 2013
Federico

Su corazón no era ciertamente alegre. Era capaz de toda la alegría del Universo; pero su sima profunda, como la de todo gran poeta, no era la de la alegría. Quienes le vieron pasar por la vida como un ave llena de colorido, no le conocieron. Su corazón era como pocos apasionado, y una capacidad de amor y de sufrimiento ennoblecía cada día más su noble frente. Amó mucho, cualidad que algunos superficiales le negaron. Y sufrió por amor, lo que probablemente nadie supo.

Federico por Vicente Aleixandre

Jun 6, 2013
#lorca #literatura
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Jun 5, 2013
Kafka en la orilla

Imagina un pájaro posado en una rama delgada -dice-. La rama oscila fuertemente al viento. Y, a cada ráfaga, el campo visual del pájaro, a su vez, va fluctuando. ¿No es así?
Asiento
¿Y, cuando esto sucede, cómo crees que el pájaro estabiliza su campo visual?
Sacudo la cabeza.
No lo sé.
El pájaro sube y baja la cabeza y se ajusta a la oscilación de la rama. La próxima vez que sople un viento fuerte observa bien a los pájaros. Yo me paso mucho tiempo mirando por la ventana. ¿No te parece que debe de ser agotadora una vida así? Vivir moviendo el cuello a cada oscilación de la rama en la que estás posado. Pero los pájaros están acostumbrados. Para ellos eso es lo más natuaral. Pueden hacerlo sin ser conscientes de ello. Por eso no les resulta tan ansado como nos parece a nosotros. Pero yo soy un ser humano y, a veces me canso.

Jun 5, 20131 note
#kafka #literatura #murakami #libro
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Jun 2, 2013
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Jun 1, 2013

May 2013

7 posts

May 23, 2013269 notes
With A Spirit 009 Sound System

Buenos días VIERNES!

May 17, 20132 notes
#music #spotify
May 11, 2013
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May 8, 20132 notes
#europe #england #london
May 5, 20133 notes

April 2013

2 posts

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March 2013

2 posts

Mar 2, 2013
Mar 1, 20135 notes
#mexico #rulfo #pedroparamo #jalisco #comala

February 2013

14 posts

Feb 23, 2013
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#europe #spain #gaudí #barcelona
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Feb 16, 2013
#europe #agbar #spain #barcelona #dildo
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 8, 2013
#foto #vocho
Why you should travel young → wp.me

As I write this, I’m flying. It’s an incredible concept: to be suspended in the air, moving at two hundred miles an hour — while I read a magazine. Amazing, isn’t it?

I woke up at three a.m. this morning. Long before the sun rose, thirty people loaded up three conversion vans and drove two hours to the San Juan airport. Our trip was finished. It was time to go home. But we were changed.

As I sit, waiting for the flight attendant to bring my ginger ale, I’m left wondering why I travel at all. The other night, I was reminded why I do it — why I believe this discipline of travel is worth all the hassle.

I was leading a missions trip in Puerto Rico. After a day of work, as we were driving back to the church where we were staying, one of the young women brought up a question.

“Do you think I should go to graduate school or move to Africa?”

I don’t think she was talking to me. In fact, I’m pretty sure she wasn’t. But that didn’t stop me from offering my opinion.

I told her to travel. Hands down. No excuses. Just go.

She sighed, nodding. “Yeah, but…”

I had heard this excuse before, and I didn’t buy it. I knew the “yeah-but” intimately. I had uttered it many times before. The words seem innocuous enough, but are actually quite fatal.

Yeah, but …

… what about debt?

… what about my job?

… what about my boyfriend?

This phrase is lethal. It makes it sound like we have the best of intentions, when really we are just too scared to do what we should. It allows us to be cowards while sounding noble.

Most people I know who waited to travel the world never did it. Conversely, plenty of people who waited for grad school or a steady job still did those things after they traveled.

It reminded me of Dr. Eisenhautz and the men’s locker room.

Dr. Eisenhautz was a German professor at my college. I didn’t study German, but I was a foreign language student so we knew each other. This explains why he felt the need to strike up a conversation with me at six o’clock one morning.

I was about to start working out, and he had just finished. We were both getting dressed in the locker room. It was, to say the least, a little awkward — two grown men shooting the breeze while taking off their clothes.

“You come here often?” he asked. I could have laughed.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” I said, still wiping the crusted pieces of whatever out of my eyes.

“That’s great,” he said. “Just great.”

I nodded, not really paying attention. He had already had his adrenaline shot; I was still waiting for mine. I somehow uttered that a friend and I had been coming to the gym for a few weeks now, about three times a week.

“Great,” Dr. Eisenhautz repeated. He paused as if to reflect on what he would say next. Then, he just blurted it out. The most profound thing I had heard in my life.

“The habits you form here will be with you for the rest of your life.”

Photos by Geoff Heith

My head jerked up, my eyes got big, and I stared at him, letting the words soak into my half-conscious mind. He nodded, said a gruff goodbye, and left. I was dumbfounded.

The words reverberated in my mind for the rest of the day. Years later, they still haunt me. It’s true — the habits you form early in life will, most likely, be with you for the rest of your existence.

I have seen this fact proven repeatedly. My friends who drank a lot in college drink in larger quantities today. Back then, we called it “partying.” Now, it has a less glamorous name: alcoholism. There are other examples. The guys and girls who slept around back then now have babies and unfaithful marriages. Those with no ambition then are still working the same dead end jobs.

“We are what we repeatedly do,” Aristotle once said. While I don’t want to sound all gloom-and-doom, and I believe your life can turn around at any moment, there is an important lesson here: life is a result of intentional habits. So I decided to do the things that were most important to me first, not last.

After graduating college, I joined a band and traveled across North America for nine months. With six of my peers, I performed at schools, churches, and prisons. We even spent a month in Taiwan on our overseas tour. (We were huge in Taiwan.)

As part of our low-cost travel budget, we usually stayed in people’s homes. Over dinner or in conversation later in the evening, it would almost always come up — the statement I dreaded. As we were conversing about life on the road — the challenges of long days, being cooped up in a van, and always being on the move — some well-intentioned adult would say, “It’s great that you’re doing this … while you’re still young.”

Ouch. Those last words — while you’re still young — stung like a squirt of lemon juice in the eye (a sensation with which I am well acquainted). They reeked of vicarious longing and mid-life regret. I hated hearing that phrase.

I wanted to shout back,

“No, this is NOT great while I’m still young! It’s great for the rest of my life! You don’t understand. This is not just a thing I’m doing to kill time. This is my calling! My life! I don’t want what you have. I will always be an adventurer.”

In a year, I will turn thirty. Now I realize how wrong I was. Regardless of the intent of those words, there was wisdom in them.

As we get older, life can just sort of happen to us. Whatever we end up doing, we often end up with more responsibilities, more burdens, more obligations. This is not always bad. In fact, in many cases it is really good. It means you’re influencing people, leaving a legacy.

Youth is a time of total empowerment. You get to do what you want. As you mature and gain new responsibilities, you have to be very intentional about making sure you don’t lose sight of what’s important. The best way to do that is to make investments in your life so that you can have an effect on who you are in your later years.

I did this by traveling. Not for the sake of being a tourist, but to discover the beauty of life — to remember that I am not complete.

There is nothing like riding a bicycle across the Golden Gate Bridge or seeing the Coliseum at sunset. I wish I could paint a picture for you of how incredible the Guatemalan mountains are or what a rush it is to appear on Italian TV. Even the amazing photographs I have of Niagara Falls and the American Midwest countryside do not do these experiences justice. I can’t tell you how beautiful southern Spain is from the vantage point of a train; you have to experience it yourself. The only way you can relate is by seeing them.

While you’re young, you should travel. You should take the time to see the world and taste the fullness of life. Spend an afternoon sitting in front of the Michelangelo. Walk the streets of Paris. Climb Kilimanjaro. Hike the Appalachian trail. See the Great Wall of China. Get your heart broken by the “killing fields” of Cambodia. Swim through the Great Barrier Reef. These are the moments that define the rest of your life; they’re the experiences that stick with you forever.

Traveling will change you like little else can. It will put you in places that will force you to care for issues that are bigger than you. You will begin to understand that the world is both very large and very small. You will have a newfound respect for pain and suffering, having seen that two-thirds of humanity struggle to simply get a meal each day.

While you’re still young, get cultured. Get to know the world and the magnificent people that fill it. The world is a stunning place, full of outstanding works of art. See it.

You won’t always be young. And life won’t always be just about you. So travel, young person. Experience the world for all it’s worth. Become a person of culture, adventure, and compassion. While you still can.

Do not squander this time. You will never have it again. You have a crucial opportunity to invest in the next season of your life now. Whatever you sow, you will eventually reap. The habits you form in this season will stick with you for the rest of your life. So choose those habits wisely.

And if you’re not as young as you’d like (few of us are), travel anyway. It may not be easy or practical, but it’s worth it. Traveling allows you to feel more connected to your fellow human beings in a deep and lasting way, like little else can. In other words, it makes you more human.

That’s what it did for me, anyway.

by Jeff Goins

Feb 7, 20131 note
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Feb 6, 2013540 notes
Feb 6, 20131 note
#elio #familia
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Feb 4, 2013
“Quería destruir todas las hermosas cosas que nunca tendría.
Incendiar las selvas tropicales del Amazonas.
Provocar emisiones de clorofluorocarbonos que destruyan el ozono.
Abrir las válvulas de los contenedores de los super petroleros y verter directamente al océano el crudo de los pozos pretolíferos.
Quería matar a todos los peces que no podía permitirme comer, y empantanar las playas francesas que jamás llegaría a ver.
Quería meterle una bala entre ceja y ceja a todos los osos panda en peligro de extinción que no se decidían a follar para salvar su especie, y a las ballenas y delfines que se dejaban morir embarrancando en las playas.
Deseaba respirar humo.
Deseaba incendiar el Louvre; volver a esculpir las esculturas de Fidias del Partenón con una almádena y limpiarme el culo con la Mona Lisa.
Mi mundo, el mío, y todos los antepasados están muertos.”
—The fight Club
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Feb 2, 20132 notes
#elio #amsterdam #holland #europe #foto #favorite
Feb 1, 201378,249 notes
Feb 1, 20132 notes
#europe #train #bahnhof #station #germany #frankfurt

January 2013

15 posts

Jan 31, 2013
Played-A-Live (The Bongo Song) Safri Duo

No te pases con ésta canción, hahá. Me hizo admitir que soy un viejo.

Jan 30, 2013
#music #spotify
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 23, 20132 notes
#elio #foto #budapest
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Jan 12, 2013
#imágen #viaje #elio
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