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El ridículo
“Todo acto que no sea ridículo, en mayor o menor medida, es un acto muerto. Esto se verifica en la más cotidiana y banal vida social. Cuando uno toma el té en un salón y vuelve a colocar la taza en su sitio, realiza un acto perfecto, un acto muerto, pues no hay consecuencias ni en su conciencia ni la de los demás. Pero ¡deja caer la taza al suelo derramando el té en la falda de una señorita que habla francés y pídele excusas tartamudeando mientras tratas de borrar la metedura de pata secando el parquet con el pañuelo de batista! Por un instante eres ridículo, pura y simplemente ridículo. De pronto, el acto se llena de innumerables virtualidades. Lo estás pasando mal y en ese instante de turbación y de pánico comprendes que tu vida es inútil, que la de los demás está vacía, que eres un mono grotesco bien vestido y perfectamente arreglado en un salón a donde se va a perder el tiempo, adonde se va empujado por el miedo a la soledad, por atracción hacia las vacuidades. Toda una filosofía a partir de una taza de té rota por descuido. ¡Y eso no es nada!, porque sólo has sido ridículo en una mínima proporción. Ve a decirles a la cara lo que piensas de su té, que en el fondo es lo que piensa todo ser dotado de razón, diles francamente que se están engañando, que llevan una vida artificial, fáctica, inútil. Diles todo eso y dilo con pasión. Entonces serás realmente ridículo, entonces la gente se burlará de ti, entonces comprenderás que no puedes vivir tu vida sin ser ridículo.”
— “Invitación al ridículo”, Mircea Eliade. El vuelo mágico, editado por Siruela y traducido por Victoria Cirlot y Amador Vega.
Leed el extracto completo allá donde mora monsieurvenus.
“What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.”
Las leyes fundamentales de la estupidez humana »
Esto es un clásico, pero lo mismo queda por ahí alguien que no lo ha leído. Sabiduría y risas, todo en el mismo pack.
“Los estúpidos son peligrosos y funestos porque a las personas razonables les resulta difícil imaginar y entender un comportamiento estúpido. Una persona inteligente puede entender la lógica de un bandido. Las acciones de un bandido siguen un modelo de racionalidad. El bandido quiere obtener beneficios. Puesto que no es suficientemente inteligente como para imaginar métodos con que obtener beneficios para sí procurando también beneficios a los demás, deberá obtener su beneficio causando pérdidas a su prójimo. Ciertamente, esto no es justo, pero es racional, y siendo racional, puede preverse. En definitiva, las relaciones con un bandido son posibles puesto que sus sucias maniobras y sus deplorables aspiraciones pueden preverse y, en la mayoría de los casos, se puede preparar la oportuna defensa.
Con una persona estúpida todo esto es absolutamente imposible. Tal como está implícito en la Tercera Ley Fundamental, una criatura estúpida nos perseguirá sin razón, sin un plan preciso, en los momentos y lugares más improbables y más impensables. No existe modo racional de prever si, cuando, cómo y por qué, una criatura estúpida llevará a cabo su ataque. Frente a un individuo estúpido, uno está completamente desarmado.”
(via fromtheoldman)
100 great quotes from The Wire. Via Carlitos.
Butchering the Human Carcass for Human Consumption »
“It is VERY IMPORTANT to remember that animals raised for slaughter are kept in tightly controlled environments with their health and diet carefully maintained. Humans are not. Thus not only is the meat of each person of varying quality, but people are also subject to an enormous range of diseases, infections, chemical imbalances, and poisonous bad habits, all typically increasing with age. Also as an animal ages, the meat loses its tenderness, becoming tough and stringy. No farm animal is ever allowed to age for thirty years. Six to thirteen months old is a more common slaughtering point. You will obviously want a youthful but mature physically fit human in apparently good health. A certain amount of fat is desirable as “marbling” to add a juicy, flavorful quality to the meat. We personally prefer firm caucasian females in their early twenties. These are “ripe”. But tastes vary, and it is a very large herd.”
Handy tips from the Church of Euthanasia.
“You’re gonna run into jerk offs. But remember, it’s not the size of the asshole you worry about, it’s how much shit comes out of it.”
Justin (shitmydadsays) on Twitter
About Justin: “I’m 29. I live with my 73-year-old dad. He is awesome. I just write down shit that he says.” As of today, Justin has a little over 400,000 followers.
(via skandalon)
“Great writers are either husbands or lovers. Some writers supply the solid virtues of a husband: reliability, intelligibility, generosity, decency. There are other writers in whom one prizes the gifts of a lover, gifts of temperament rather than of moral goodness. Notoriously, women tolerate qualities in a lover—moodiness, selfishness, unreliability, brutality—that they would never countenance in a husband, in return for excitement, an infusion of intense feeling. In the same way, readers put up with unintelligibility, obsessiveness, painful truths, lies, bad grammar—if, in compensation, the writer allows them to savor rare emotions and dangerous sensations. And, as in life, so in art both are necessary, husbands and lovers. It’s a great pity when one is forced to choose between them.”
The Referendum »
“The Referendum is a phenomenon typical of (but not limited to) midlife, whereby people, increasingly aware of the finiteness of their time in the world, the limitations placed on them by their choices so far, and the narrowing options remaining to them, start judging their peers’ differing choices with reactions ranging from envy to contempt. The Referendum can subtly poison formerly close and uncomplicated relationships, creating tensions between the married and the single, the childless and parents, careerists and the stay-at-home. It’s exacerbated by the far greater diversity of options available to us now than a few decades ago, when everyone had to follow the same drill. We’re all anxiously sizing up how everyone else’s decisions have worked out to reassure ourselves that our own are vindicated — that we are, in some sense, winning.”
A must read for anybody between 25 and 35. Particularly if they’re not married. Particularly if they feel they’re standing in the middle of some kind of existential crossroad. I insist.
(via Tiffamander)
I feel you, bro.
“I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the Universe. Other stars, other planets and eventually other life. A supernova! Creation itself! I was there. I wanted to see it and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull! With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air.
I don’t want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can’t even express these things properly because I have to - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws! And feel the wind of a supernova flowing over me! I’m a machine! And I can know much more! I can experience so much more. But I’m trapped in this absurd body!”
— Brother Cavil, BSG 2003
jli:
kubrick
This man whom I don’t know, or his dedicated team of script writers, have my deepest respect. I love when someone deconstructs reality to its basic foundations, pouring light on the truth and leaving it bleeding on the table for those who want to see it.
Via Rob Sheridan.
Just be nice (bitch) »
“I am one of the most selfish bitches anyone will ever meet, but that does not mean I think - or act like - I am the only person in the world. I was raised by the last generation that worked to instill manners and social niceties in its children, and fulfilling your part of the social contract was a big part of that. Say “please” and “thank you”, be polite, and treat people how you want to be treated. JUST BE NICE. I’m not sure when it happened, but people now seem to believe that they are the only ones who have a right to behave any way they goddamn well please. “I can do what I want and you just have to deal with it, but when you do it, you’re a rude asshole”. Being polite and respectful is the price you pay for living in a functioning society. If you don’t like it, take your spoiled, immature, self-absorbed ass into the mountains and see how long you last on your own.”
En el blog de Tiffany, la borracha misántropa, siempre te partes el ojete y vuelves con algo nuevo.
