The razor´s edge

A film I saw years ago, a good film at the moment, I don´t know if I´d like it now, "The razor´s edge" , starring Tyrone Power and others I don´t recall at the moment,...marks a theme that is recurrent in me, the being "normal" thing, not only for me, but not to hurt others whom I care or not, simply others, meaning my companions in life, my fellow travellers, people...
It was based , I think, on a book written by Somerset Maugham.That film, believe it or not, marked me ,as some things, words, images, paintings, songs, do. But I now realize it was important for me, because I have remembered it through a lifetime.
The razor´s edge, that thin line that has to be used properly , without trembling or nervousness,without hesitation, but carefully, or you will cut yourself or others...
That thin line, border line, axis, limit, that you mustn´t pass or you´ll find yourself on the other side, the side you don´t want to tread...
It´s , oh, so very difficult and only some chosen people have that power.
Others need help to stay on that axis, that limit, that edge, that border.
Others , never can.
We, mortals, must be assisted by therapists, doctors,...people who do their best, to help other people to stay on that limit ( if they, themselves, can ) .Some , cross it and never or by short or long periods, never return to their axis.
It´s wonderful to be on that axis always , but it´s oh! so difficult.
The problem is ,that crossing that limit may mean lots of difficult problems, so it´s better not to and try to be on that thin edge always...Religion , a firm education, rules that you must not break, punishments...
Whatever...
But it is , oh! , so difficult, for us mortals...to stay on that razor´s edge...
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Big Brother in Argentina

Whenever I watch on TV Big Brother 2011, I say aloud :" Why sir, why on earth do "they", and "we" allow people to watch them", poor kids that know they are being watched and act accordingly... , the producers go on using this spying and governing them from outside, telling the kids, what the public thinks about them, and what a bunch of ex big brothers and well known people from the movies and the TV think about their runabouts...Guau!
And their young lives, or their young sins,being watched on line...
I will always remember 1984 by George Orwell and the old film (I don´t remember the title , with Pat O´Brien acting) ...Both give me the creeps...If only that could happen to me, I mean, I wouldn´t be able to live with the fact that "someone" could find my most terrible , unbearing fright and then telling me that if I don´t stop loving my loved one , they will do that, torture me with that,...until I´ll no longer love my loved one, and I can see him in the future and feel "nothing" about" him...And i won´t even remember him...Oh, God, oh...
THAT SPYING THING AND TELLING ME WHAT TO DO AND WHAT I CAN´T DO IS, ...i CAN´T FIND THE WORD...OH YES,... I CAN ,...THE WORST THING THAT CAN HAPPEN TO HUMANITY,..."THE END OF LOVE".
So, although this TV thing is not so terrible,...the kids suffer...And they pay with future problems this desire of money ,or being on TV, or becoming actors ,or being known ( for a time)...
And now, with this social nets thing , and news that travel so fast,...and people (all kinds of people) watching them day and night,...nominating them and throwing them out of the house and teaching them to lie, to do whatever they can to achieve the prize or whatever they want of life, "really worries me" .
Why on earth are producers and staff doing this to kids?...
Bread and circus like in the Roman Empire...
My God,...it´s bad for everybody,...including me...
TV producers know that this product is addictive...
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HISTORIA DE UN HEROE DESCONOCIDO

A las 9 de la mañana, hasta las 10 , vi el programa de la televisión Pública "Desde la vida".Confieso que a veces , las historias que cuentan son "rather heavy" y difíciles de deglutir , para un sábado a la mañana.
Hoy, y sí hoy, quedé como pegada a la pantalla, como si no quisiera perder ni una palabra, tanto me fascinaba .Lo que sentía es un poco difícil de describir...Admiración, envidia?, sospechas de sinceridad?, como cuando sentimos que es fingido, que es actuado, que no puede ser verdad... Y sí , me quedé , casi sin moverme, para ver, cuando me daba cuenta que "eso", no podía ser verdad... , porque me pareció un ejemplo de vida, en un mundo que a veces te parece tan frío, tan superficial, tan boludo.....
Es la historia de Jorge de Lucía, no dijeron la edad, 35 creo...Vive en Comodoro Rivadavia. Tiene parálisis cerebral .Semejante problema se lo debe a una mala praxis. Era un bebe muy grande y el médico no hizo cesárea. Habría, no se sabe alguna malformación en el feto,....tenía 8 años y no podía caminar...8 años...Guau! Lo que aniquilaría a otro, a é le dio fuerzas y ganas de vivir. Se le ofreció a la madre "una operación" y él insistió en que lo operaran.Estvo 3 meses enyesado. Pero, se propuso caminar,...y lo hizo. Camina, anda en bicicleta, maneja autos , trabaja en Tecpetrol A 1 hora de su casa. Debe tomar un colectivo para ir y venir. Y lo hace. Y trabaja.Igual o mejor que otros. Y , es divertido. Le gusta reirse. Ama la vida. Tien "flor de huevos",( muy ordinaria)..., Tiene "ganas de vivir"..Guau! Reguau!...No lo conozco y lo admiro total y profundamente.
Se expresa supercorrectamente, pero no modula con precisión...Qué importa! Qué miércoles imorta si camina , juega al futbol y tiene montones de amigos que lo aprecian mucho.
Es padrino de 2 de sus sobrinas. La hermana lo admira tanto que quería que lo fuera de las 3 , pero , ya era suficiente, dijo el cuñado.... Ama a sus sobrinas ahijadas, las malcría y las hace reir. Pero sobre todo, como dice su hermana, es "una leccuón de vida" , mucho más importante que las palabras. Y sí... Su hermana dice "mi hermano es como el sol para mí" .Y lo dice su madre que es parte de su éxito, porque siempre lo secundó en todo ya que siempre aprobó todo.
El recuerda que su padre "tenía miedo", miedo que saliera, que jugara , que anduviera en bicicleta y despés se dio por vencido y ,...aceptó que Jorge es un héroe",... desconocido,... por eso lo escribo en mi blog .Para compartir estas ganas de estar bien que contagia Jorge!Para contagiarlos a todos ustedes!...
Y como diría su amiga desde la infancia, no quejarse por pavadas.
VIVA JORGE DE LUCIA!!!
VIVA LA VIDA!
VIVA EL AMOR A LA VIDA!
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TODAY, A RECIPEE FOR YOU! ENJOY IT

How to prepare eggplants in oil. Berenjenas en aceite. Para conservar.

Its a very old Italian recipe that was taught to me by an aunt. She was Argentine, but her mother was from Calabria. I knew that lady when I was very young. The thing that surprised me at the moment was that she had in her almost empty purse ,“puta parió" or red hot chili pepper and she ate them like candy. They were very small and oh! so hot, strong and spicy and if you ate a little part of it, your mouth was on fire and you had to drink litres of whatever, to put down the fire.
So the following is quite interesting , no chili pèpper, thank God.
Buy 2 or 3 kilos of eggplants. Wash them, and peel them and cut them in halves first and then horizontally ( like in Juliana but not so thin) in 4 or 6 parts alongside..If it´s winter put them on a tray over a fire not strong, just to dry them , if it´s summer put them in a tray in the sun for 2 or 3 days..
Buy 1 litre of alcohol vinegar and 1 of wine vinegar. Fill up to the half a pot with both,the eggplants and the vinegar ( olla de acero inoxidable) and let them boil.Not too much or they´ll disappear. With a fork take an eggplant out of the fire and see if they are boiled ( not too much ,that is to say they are not raw, not too much boiled).
Put them in a colander and wait till they are almost dry.You can press them with a clean cloth to remove vinegar , if you want. Buy a glass flask and put 4 or five pieces of eggplant, 2 peeled garlic teeth ,1 laurel leaf ,2 or 3 grains of black pepper,a bit of ground chili and go on filling the flask in this way.
At the end buy a good oil, ( may be another from olive, which is so expensive, and not everybody likes it)and fill the flask.
When you finish , remember, leave the last space with only oil. Close the flask and keep it in a dry place. After 15 days you can begin eating them with meat, rice, or alone.with white bread
Enjoy them!
They are wonderful!
They are bocatto di cardinale!
Good luck
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It´s life...

I got up this morning at 6. I turned on the TV to see the temperature. It was Ok. Rather chilly for my taste, and my EPOC, because later on I had to drink some water with a pill against allergies. I always take pills in the morning. For pain, for anxiety, for…whatever…
And my stupid brain started roaming about, things that hurt me . above all, now that”I´m not well,beyond repair,”. . Now that she must shut her big mouth up…Like the moment on Sunday, before her going away ,when, we were playing cards and she looked at me with a different face and she almost shouted, (out of the blue),and I hope “nobody will hear about this”, “and I hope I´ll never hear a word about, what I have said”, and many shouting and looking at me in a strange way, and I didn´t know what to say or do after that waterfall of shouts,..and then something in me said or thought, “no, not yet, in the future, when I won´t be able to answer,(when my head and my thoughts will be lost in autism), not yet…
And I shouted, “well, ok, until I´m very old, you and nobody will treat me like this or shout to me ” and a lot of “other loud voice things” I don´t remember.
She shouted , “and it´s always the same, a minute before my leaving…”, I went to my room, sat on the bed and my eyes were lost in nothing, when she came in and hugged me and said” sorry, sorry, I love you so…”.I said “it´s Ok”…and she or her mind or whatever…went back to “normal”,or “her shaft was Ok”,… she kissed me and after goodbye kisses at the front door she went away…
And I pondered and pondered over the matter and then I realized that some time before, she spoke about “the only subject she cares about” ,… her strong loves and her strong hates,…she cried,…and I listened, without listening, because it was always , at least for a time, the same record playing over and over again…
Well, it´s life…”se la vi”( no, no vi nada,…es el French “se´t la vie”…
She´s “not nervous now”as she used to be in the past,...and “I am out of goodness or badness , evil and.. whatever"…

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Remember? In the name of tha father?

Pete Postlethwaite died in a in Shropshire, England, hospital Sunday after a lengthy fight with cancer. The actor was 64. An Oscar nominee for his role as the father of Daniel Day-Lewis's character in the 1993 In the Name of the Father, the distinctive-looking Postlethwaite also played the menacing owner of a flower shop in last year's The Town, directed by and starring Ben Affleck. In Inception, he was the rich, dying patriarch (his son was played by Cillian Murphy). Steven Spielberg, who directed Postlewaite in The Lost World: Jurassic Park and Amistad, once called him "the best actor in the world
I admired him .
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LA MALDITA DISCRIMINACIÓN

Y sí, pibe . Siempre se va a discriminar, o sea despreciar a alguien…por el color de su piel con diferentes y cada vez peores y más nauseosos epítetos.
Pero si hasta vos y yo lo hacemos, Uy, mirá tiene ojos celestes, Mm, mirá qué blanquita es, Nena, es divina, …tiene el pelito rubio.
Y sí, si cualquiera se asusta si a la noche caminando por una callecita de Buenos Aires , de esas al sur, se da vuelta y ve que lo sigue un “•morochito”, jovencito, mal trajeado,aunque sería mal yinizado (por si no la captaste, por el jean), y , sí, si la tenés floja ,…te mojás los pantalones…Y, resulta que el pibe sigue de largo y si el caso lo amerita, te dice, como teniéndote lástima: se siente bien?,…necesita ayuda?,…Y vos decís :la pucha, …La pucha…
Y al llegar a la esquina un joven alto delgado, bien trajeado(porque sí lleva traje),con piel lechosa y ojos grisáceos te dice: dame el reloj, el celular, si es moderno, toda la guita, y sí, …estoy cargado…Y se va caminando tranquilo, después del usual, no te atrevas a mirar para atrás, pelo…Y te quedás mojado sin motivo, sin tus preciados objetos ,tenés que caminar hasta tu casa porque sos tan bol…que no te animás a pedirle “un peso veinticinco” a nadie,…
Y, bue, yo estoy hasta por ahí tranquila, porque soy morochita, viste,…
Seguro que a mi pobre madre , le dijeron después de mi nacimiento: Y, si ,…es linda,…pero es oscurita, …no? , cuando sea más grande se va a aclarar,no te preocupes,…
Y, ,..no,…mirá que me bañé en mi vida …Y ,…no,…sigo siendo oscurita.
Y, a mucha honra,che…Yo no reniego de algún antepasado africano o aborigen, …son mis raíces, che, y las llevo con orgullo.
LO IMPORTANTE ES EL COLOR DE LA MATERIA QUE SE TIENE EN EL CEREBRO…
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