NIFOC

Don't understand what's going on
Woke up this morning,
All the hurt was gone
This is a new beginning
I'm back in the land of the living

Saturday, April 26, 2003

THE DARK SIDE OF FRIENDSHIP


I’ll come out and said it.. I’m a bigot when it comes to friendship. No, I don’t care about race, culture or ethnic group (in fact, I’ve had quite a diverse group of good cross-cultural friends – blacks, Indians, Argentines, Germans, Russians, Gringos, etc.). I don’t care about gender, sexual orientation, religious affiliation, political ideals or views on the epistemologic breakdown either… I will define myself exclusively as an intellectual bigot.

Man, I’ve tried being friends with dumb people… but I just can’t stand them.

However, I think there has to be something more… something I’m not really sure how to define but, for lack of a better word, we can call “chemistry”… The funny thing is that this chemistry goes beyond friendship… I’m starting to realize that it also permeates into professional relationships, both horizontally and vertically.

Therefore, it should come as no great mystery that I have actually become friends with people I had professional chemistry with. One such example is Gazoo. Gazoo and I hit it off from start. The day we met –at work- we just had a grand ole time and continue to do so until today. The times we have had to work together, sparkles have flown… we make a great team, we have great respect for each other and we both have peeped into each other’s dark side… which is definitely a rare occurrence. The same kind of professional chemistry I experienced with co-workers like Dave, Andy and Danny – and I befriended all of them.

Now, let us take a moment to ponder on the definition of friendship… Most people would say something like “A friend is the one who comes in when the whole world has gone out." And most people would be right~ However, that is not my favorite definition. I am more partial to this one:

“A friend is one who understands our silence”

And I also believe that friends are the ones who are not afraid to see your dark side… All of the people who I consider my friends – Gazoo, Dave, Andy, Danny, Laurent, Jesse and, of course, the missus. – have definitely seen chunks of my dark side and I, in return, have seen chunks of theirs.

True friendship needs also to be time and space tested. When I was abroad, Gazoo, Andy and Laurent all found ways of keeping in touch with me – e-mail, letters, the occasional phone call and even recordings that were sent back and forth… and I have been friends with all of these guys for over 10 years…

One thing is rather interesting, though. There are circumstantial friends… when one is abroad, on a seminar or on holiday, one may become extremely good friends with some people during that period of time. But one the “circumstance” is over… you never hear from them again. Such is the case of Patty from Guatemala, or Eduardo, o Carlos or even Rachel. I once had to share such circumstances with Tom, a co-worker, though. He tried to become my friend, I tried to tolerate him… He went to the movies, to the supermarket, to air-shows and even on road trips with us… but no can do…. There was just no chemistry… or maybe I just knew him too well… we have been working together for over 12 years now… and although we try to “respect” each other, we have nothing but a frail strictly professional relationship… and the fact that he is the only person to have ever given me a rose does not help.

At work, as some of you know, unfortunately, I do a lot of hiring and firing. I have decided not to hire any more people with whom I do not feel this professional “chemistry” I have been blogging about. Bad experiences!... I know, I know, I know… sometimes you can develop that chemistry over time… and such were the cases of Yogi and Bruce… but it seems that for each successful example, I go through at least 2 or three unsuccessful ones… so it is not worth it. It is much easier to work among friends, don’t you think?

Now, of course, friendships where there’s a lot of chemistry can turn complicated…. totally out of bounds… and that has happened to me at least once in my life (with Jesse)… but we will have to leave that for another time.

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

FREAKY BABY STUFF


Ever since the baby was born, he had been sleeping on his cozy bassinet right next to our bed. But not long as we knew the time to take him out of the room and into his crib was drawing near... and had been for some time. First of all, the crib can not get into our room because the civil engineer who designed the house got "creative" and decided that all the doorways in the house had to have different widths and heights... Also, the baby is getting too big and heavy for his bassinet and we are afraid that one of these days, he'll break it and fall ass first to the ground...

The problem was that he did not enjoy his crib at all... In fact, he hated it... he loathed it... he dispised it... until 2 nights ago!

We had been resisting to make the move because we knew that it was not going to be easy... that all hell was gonna break loose... especially during the first few days, weeks or months... So... we needed to be mentally and physically prepared to undertake the grim task that laid before us... Of course, the Easter holidays would have been perfect... but we were having such a good time sleeping and relaxing that we didn't want to spoil our fun... so we decided to wait until the baby fell ass first on the ground... mmm... maybe if I reinforce the bottom, the bassinet could hold for another month or so... Hamlet would have been proud!

But Alas! Things don't always turn out the way you think....

A couple of nights ago, baby Alex was restless... for the first time in weeks, he had not fallen asleep right after his nightly feeding... in fact, he was bravely and avertly refusing to go to sleep... we tried for hours... but the fuckin' kid was playing with us... everytime we thought he had finally had a visit from the Sandman and took him into the room, he would wake up again screaming with a vengeance... until....

out of desperation, we put him in his crib for a little while in order to go into the kitchen to find shot of something to make him sleep... whiskey, rum, vodka, brandy, nyquill... whatever was available... when we came back... not 5 minutes later... he was placidly asleep... and he slept and slept... and slept... not only did he slept all through the night for the first time of his 5-month life but he woke up at 9:00 AM the next morning... breaking the family record for continuous sleeping... 10½ straight hours!

So, now he sleeps in his crib every night... not because we chose to... but because HE chose to! He had made the decision to take himself out of the bassinet and into the crib... and he did not cared about what we thought...

I see a bad moon rising... I see trouble on the way!

Mark my word, this kid is gonna give us hell!

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

IF I HAD A HAMMER


If I had to be on a desert island for the rest of my life, and I could only bring a baker's dozen CDs with me, here's what I would bring:

1. Pulse - Pink Floyd
2. Bat Out of Hell - Meat Loaf
3. Thick as a Brick - Jethro Tull
4. Jim Morrison & The Doors - An American Prayer
5. Jim Steinman - Bad for Good
6. Mecano - Descanso Dominical
7. Rush - Moving Pictures
8. Iron Maiden - Live After Death
9. Billy Joel - The Stranger
10. Original London Cast - Jesus Christ Superstar
11. Scorpions - Wide World Live
12. The Who - It's Hard
13. Saga - Worlds Appart

If I had to be on a desert island for the rest of my life, and I could only bring a baker's dozen movies with me, here's what I would bring:

1. Pink Floyd's The Wall
2. El Lado Oscuro del Corazon
3. This is Spinal Tap
4. The Usual Suspects
5. Fiddler on the Roof
6. Monty Python's The Meaning of Life
7. Until the End of the World
8. Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory
9. Dicreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie
10. The Breakfast Club
11. The Back to the Future trilogy
12. Akira Kurasawa's Dreams
13. The Clockwork Orange

If I had to be on a desert island for the rest of my life, and I could only bring a baker's dozen books with me, here's what I would bring:

1. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
2. Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone - J.K. Rowling
3. A Search for the Historical Jesus - Dr. Fida Hassnain
4. The Book of Urantia
5. Chicken Soup for the Soul
6. 100 Anos de Soledad - Garcia Marquez
7. Jesus Lived in India - Holger Kersten
8. Jonathan Livingston Seagull - Richard Beck
9. Como Agua Para el Chocolate - Laura Esquivel
10. Encendiendo un Cigarillo con la Punta de Otro - Carlos Cortes
11. The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
12. Interview with the Vampire - Ann Rice
13. El Mas Violento Paraiso - Alexander Obando

If I had to be on a desert island for the rest of my life, and I could only watch a baker's dozen TV shows, here's what I would like to watch:

1. Seinfeld
2. The Sopranos
3. CSI
4. Popular
5. Saturday Night Live
6. Cheers
7. Friends
8. Ally McBeal
9. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
10. Northern Exposure
11. Star Trek
12. South Park
13. The Simpsons



Sunday, April 20, 2003

HEAVEN and HELL


Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste…


Isn’t it funny how we again and again play with fire knowing damn well we’re gonna get burned? And when we do get burned, we count the seconds to do it all again… isn’t it sick how easily we learn to love the delicious pain of a good burn?

We all do it, don’t we?

We are willing to endure hours of excruciating heartburn to satisfy our pork rind or big mac or chili craving… we are willing to risk possible intoxication just to have a chucheca cocktail in a sleazy bar in the middle of central market… we overlook the fact that the new shinny credit card, bank loan or store credit we just got will choke us to death at the end of the month just to get that brand new DVD player or cell phone or designer cologne or whatever superfluous thing we just have to have this week… we attempt again and again to fight battles we know damn well we can’t win…

to dream the impossible dream… to bear with unbearable sorrow… to right the unrightable wrong…

we just close our eyes, cross our fingers and toes, hope against all hope for the best, and make that leap of fate into that undiscovered country… into that deep pool we know damn well has been empty for weeks…

How far can we go?

Just when we think we have hit rock bottom, we discover to our amazement that indeed we can go lower… and lower… and then, we look around and ask ourselves… “Well, how did I get here?”

And you may ask yourself where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?


Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners Saints