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from
Roscoe's Quick Notes

This Sunday afternoon, out of all the available options, (including both Men's and Women's Professional Golf, many MLB Games, and a NASCAR Cup Series Race, among others), I choose to follow my San Antonio Spurs as they play game 4 in their 7-game series against the Portland Trail Blazers. Scheduled start time for this NBA game is 2:30 PM CDT. I'll tune in 1200 WOAI, radio home of the Spurs, plenty early to catch all the pregame coverage. And I'll stay with this station for the radio call of the game. Go Spurs Go!
And the adventure continues.
from folgepaula
One shoe in, one shoe out.
I think most of us grew up surrounded by a few harmless childhood lies, stories meant more to soften reality or get us on track than to steer us toward disillusionment. I imagine it’s not easy for parents to find that sweet spot between what needs to be said and what we’re not quite ready to process yet. My parents didn’t lie much. When they did, it was usually for practical reasons. My mom, for example, used to tell me that if I made an extra ugly grimace, the vaccine wouldn’t hurt as much. Worked for me. What’s funny is that I don’t remember ever truly believing in the Easter bunny or Santa Claus. What I do remember is pretending I believed, because I didn’t want to ruin the magic for my parents, who were clearly thrilled to see us so euphoric. My mom would paint little bunny footprints all through the house and out into the garden; it would’ve felt almost rude to burst her bubble. I also remember my brother rehearsing how he was going to tell me that Santa wasn’t real, while I was thinking, DUH?
I've read an article saying Montessori discourages the whole Santa Claus phantasy. And look, there's nothing I love more than a Montessori bedroom for kids. I also do get the fact kids are building their concept of the world and accurate information helps them developing their imagination and intelligence. But I cannot look back to my parent's little lies in resentment, I actually find it quite sweet they were doing their best to eventually let me linger a little longer on ease.
Talking to some friends, I found out that Lisi, for instance, was told that too much TV would turn her eyes square, and that if she crossed them for too long, they might get permanently stuck. Clearly, her parents were deeply invested in preserving the structural integrity of her eyeballs. May grew up hearing that opening an umbrella inside the house would stop kids from growing. To this day, she’s still not sure whether that was a lie or a superstition her parents genuinely believed in. Gica was warned that if she ate fruit seeds, a tree would grow inside her stomach. A risky strategy, knowing myself as a kid, that would have sounded less like a warning and more like a challenge. Speaking of seeds, I just recall now when I ask the big question where do babies come from, my dad told me he has placed a seed on my mom's belly. Kind of true? And then my next question was: can we buy more seeds for mom's belly? They laughed saying the store was permanently closed. Carol’s parents went for fear tactics: if she didn’t brush her teeth before bed, bugs would come bite her mouth while she slept. Her teeth? Still impeccable. Lukas was terrified by the idea that the “bag man” would kidnap him if he disobeyed his parents. Claudia, on the other hand, was told that if she teased the puppy, it would bite her once it grew bigger. She grew up to be the most caring, hyper aware human to any dog. Now Claudia is a mom too, and she confessed passing the little lie tradition along: she told her daughter that dinosaurs went extinct because they didn’t brush their teeth. Probably a lie, she said, but prove her wrong.
Parents can be pretty contradictory too. My mom always told me that if another kid bit me in kindergarten, I should tell the teacher immediately. My dad, on the other hand, lived by an “eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth” philosophy and would say: if someone bites you, bite them back. Wanting to please both of them, I told the teacher that my classmate had bitten my arm, and that’s why I bit her entire arm back. When the incident was reported, my mom got a bit concerned. My dad? Proud.
I think that little inner diplomat, half “retaliate” half “call the authorities”is still alive and well in me. I realized this when COVID hit and I had two extremely paranoid neighbors. One begged me please, please not to leave my shoes in the hallway because THE VIRUS would obviously spread. The other sent me a WhatsApp warning that I absolutely had to leave my running shoes outside the door for at least 24 hours, or I’d catch the virus and then personally spread it to humanity. So, to keep the peace (and because the joke was irresistible), I started leaving one shoe inside and one shoe outside. When the first follow up message arrived, I replied that they needed to talk to each other and figure this out, because they were confusing me. And if they kept texting, I’d report them for harassment. Balance achieved.
Perhaps Montessori was right, nothing fuels creativity quite like reality and its endless frustrations. Shame she never warned us about crazy neighbors.
/Apr26
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from
Micropoemas
Porque cualquier punto en el espacio es luz, une; recuerda sin atrapar. Más allá de la memoria, sin nacer ni morir.
from
Turbulences
𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 ! 𝐹𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑙’𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑’𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑟, 𝐽𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑟𝑒́𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟.
𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 ! 𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑐𝑒 𝑛’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑖𝑟, 𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑐𝑒 𝑛’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑠’𝑒́𝑣𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.
𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 ! 𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑐’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑟, 𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑐’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟.
𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 ! 𝑃𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑙’𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑟, 𝐸𝑡 𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑖𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑙’𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟.
𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 ! 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜̂𝑙𝑒́, 𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙’𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒́.
𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 ! 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒́, 𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑖𝑡, 𝑎̀ 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠.
𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 ! 𝐶𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑠𝑒́𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑢 𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝐶’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑑’𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒́.
𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 ! 𝐶𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢 𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑟, 𝑆’𝑖𝑙 𝑛’𝑎 𝑑’𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑒́𝑡𝑒́ 𝑟𝑒̂𝑣𝑒́.
𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 ! 𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑅𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.

from folgepaula
ASTROLOGUESSING
/Apr26
from 下川友
安いゴムで、下にストンと落ちるパンツって何ていうんだろう、と思いながらネットを探したが、なかなか見つからない。 意外に見つからないと思っていたら、イージーフレアパンツという名前で、レディースのジャンルに1,000円くらいで売られていた。 レディースの市場の速さは、思っているより何倍もメンズより上らしい。
もうとっくにIT系の人が、毎日同じような簡易的な服を一色で着続けるスタイルに、最近は少し退屈さを感じているのではないかと思う。 今は泥臭く、毎日服を変えるフェーズなんじゃないかと、勝手に思っている。 おじさんが少し変わった服で個性を出す時代が、そろそろ来るんじゃないかとも思う。だから最近は、派手にお金を使わない範囲で服にこだわることが大事だと感じている。
喫茶店にも、好きな服を着ていく。 場所と服と食事が、自分を分かりやすく豊かにする。 喫茶店なんて、特別にやることがあるわけでもないからこそ、自分の思考がうっすらと浮かび上がり、ぼんやりとした精神性のようなものが前に出てくる。
しかし、場所と服と食事によって自分を満たすことは、自分にとってどれほどの難易度なのか、という話でもある。
安い服の中から良いものを選ぶ。 これはちょうどいい難易度だと思う。 それは若い人の趣味ではないか、と自分にツッコミを入れるが、まあ自分が気に入っているならいいんじゃないかとも思う。 他人はそこまで気づかないことだし、そもそも、おしゃれだ、と認知されてしまうほど派手な服を着る趣味もない。
そして、この趣味の良いところは、毎日続ける必要がないことだ。 たまにおしゃれをするくらいであれば、次の日のチープな服も、それはそれで自分になる。
では何が難しいのかといえば、結局はそれを楽しむ精神性の問題になる。 普段の仕事をこなしながら、その余裕を保ち続けること。 つまり、顔も服も、その場所も、すべて内面を映している。
昔は、顔つきがすべてを表すと思っていた。 顔が精神を映すなら、服や場所は選ばなくてもいいんじゃないか、と。 でも実際には、物理的なものが内面に影響し、現実そのものを少しずつ変えていくのではないかと思う。
服や場所を選べるということは、自分の世界を絵の具のように物理的に塗れる領域が増えている、ということなんじゃないか。 もっと塗りたい。その先に他人はいるだろうか。 他人を塗ることはできるのだろうか。 それとも、他人に触れすぎない距離感が一番美しいのだろうか。
このあたりは結局、時間が解決する。 やりたいことを今やっていれば、自然にすべては進んでいく。 だから、辛いときも楽しいときも、同じスピードで暮らしていくしかない。
from ‡
I feel things in full color while the world around me lives in grayscale and calls it peace.
Maybe I'm not broken| Maybe I just love the way I was always meant to open, loud, unashamed, even when no one claps at it.
I am learning to hold my own hand while walking toward someone who might never walk toward me.
And that's not pathetic. That's practice. That's the quiet work of becoming someone I don't need to apologize for.
from Mitchell Report
⚠️ SPOILER WARNING: MILD SPOILERS

My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (4/5 stars)
Highly, highly unbelievable yet very entertaining. Great cast. If you want to kill about two hours and are after a fun, fast-paced movie, this delivers. It’s not profound, but it does exactly what it sets out to do, entertain.
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