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My Contribution to The Long Tail
“Anyone who cares about media – indeed, anyone who cares about our society and where it’s going – must read this book” – Robert Glaser, CEO, RealNetworks. “Anderson’s insights … continue to influence Google’s strategic thinking in a profound way.” – Eric Schmidt, CEO, Google. These are just two of the bragging rights printed in the back of the book. In my opinion – dare I add it in the same paragraph as the prior two – his insights are, well, insightful indeed. Since I joined the blogosphere I have been trying to explain what has been the catalyst for all this seemingly nonsensical blogging and niche media producing. In an eloquent production Anderson managed to put it in very simple yet profound terms.
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Alberto Rosas Montejano (May 5, 1962 – Aug 1, 2009)
Locutor, doblista, cantante, actor, cómico y un gran amigo
“If” you hear our “Sorrow” it is because you chose “A Great Day for Freedom” to start “Learning to Fly” and perform “The Great Gig in the Sky” in “Any Colour You Like”. “One of These Days” we’ll “Have a Cigar” and “Keep Talking” for a long “Time” until we are “Lost for Words” and not “Obscured by Clouds”. You are “One of the Few” for which we had “High Hopes”. For now “The Show Must Go On” “Outside The Wall”. “Shine on you Crazy Diamond”. I’ll see you in “The Final Cut” for “The Happiest Days of Our Lives”.
“Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the
promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.”
You will be missed.
Swimming with dolphins
Those of us who grew up watching Flipper understand the transformation that the dolphin – human relationship has had over these few years. The second most intelligent creature on Earth (some actually say the most) became an object of admiration and most water zoo-parks around the world have some kind of cetacean show. I never knew or bother to ask where do all these dolphins come from? This weekend I saw The Cove, the audience award-winning film from Sundance 2009. A documentary that answers that question with a magnificent movie experience. Continue …
Beethoven's Tenth Symphony
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Johannes Brahms (May 7, 1833 – April 3, 1897) , composer and pianist, was typically regarded as one of the leading musicians of the Romantic period. He is sometimes grouped with Johann Sebastian Bach and Ludwig van Beethoven as one of the Three Bs. Moreover he is considered the successor of the latter. In fact some have insulted him by calling his Symphony No.1 in C minor, Op. 68, as “Beethoven’s 10th.” Of course if someone suggested Beethoven’s First as Mozart’s 42nd he will find himself tied at a stake of fresh pine with a little bonfire starting underneath.
The Gala Party
“Life is too short to remain unnoticed.”
This file has been released into the public domain by its author, New York World-Telegram and the Sun.
Real walls dressed in real blue, black, or white
set the surreal background.
Words hang all over them,
words of a mastermind bordering on insanity,
a madman that is not mad.
Words speaking of temptation,
art, beauty, power, erotic pleasures, knowledge, life, greed, and desire;
everything and nothing at all.
Words fill the shallow space with Catalan, Spanish, and French
merging the absurd with the brilliance.
“Beauty is nothing but the sum of our perversions.”
Faint lights escort the uninvited guests
that toddle in sneakers, backpacks, and jeans.
Their eyes and minds in awe and disbelief
don’t know where to stare or where to start.
Picasso, humbly relegated to the cellar
pays his respects for this gift to imagination
that came out of single illusory brain.
Impressionist irreverence of the surreal makes
the clocks of butter under the sun
toll the dreamlike metal.
“Everything alters me but nothing changes me.”
The bronze-attired lady, like a goddess without believers
discovers her missing entrails
by opening her drawer breasts.
Right behind her, hollow Isaac Newton appears with no smile
as his character has been replaced by his accomplishments.
An egg headed turtle with a Spanish bean on her back,
wearing a soft and bent armor
crawls through a darkling piece of marble sea.
Horse shaped Napoleon surrounded by bronze ants
is lead by Gargantua and Pantagruel
wearing their technicolor Gala suits.
Elephants that look like ballerinas.
Ballerinas that look like fish
Fish that don’t look like fish.
They all dance inside the frames.
The whittled double tip cane of life,
the foundation of air, wine, and Camembert
keeps the concave building from folding onto itself.
At the end, a medley of guns, pesetas, and vaginas
welcomes the last of the dodos
in a passage from the Bible.
Everything lost its ordinary function
and took on an amusing, fantasy-like quality
removed from all rationality.
“When I was five I wanted to be a cook,
at fifteen, a firefighter,
but then, my ambition grew even more than me,
I wanted to be Salvador Dalí.”
And he succeeded even beyond his being.
Enjoy.
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