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The American side of me

Yeah, you read that but in your head: sodomy.

That’s me in a sentence. A presentation, if you will.

Hi, my name is Golman.

I’m a futbolartist.

I’m an orthogonal vector.

You very own antipodes.

No fear.

Nor bullshit. Or that shit you…

You see: that’s you. Seven: me.

Sevenme; the campaign slogan.

It’s defined in 7, but turned into a campaign apealing to just you: human transformed: ü. As I, Golman.

ALLS

So what’s the deal?

What do you want?

I’m going to treat you like a NEW human. Are you in?

NOWAYJOUSË
NEW

Decision time, boy…

Taking a pause, man.

That’s it, man.

That’s mothefucking it.

You could have read me already.

It’s all been layed out there.

At the other end.

Us, at the other end.

Two ends.

You, me.

YOU, US.

Both transformed.

FUCKOM!

ALLS

Them boys, stop!

That line, man.

I wrote my own character reinterpretation. Wether you see mee or an AI avatar, this is the spoken word. The NEW word. NEWORD.

That it.

That it.

No more.

FUCKOM!

You know how that expression of ughh is so pure and there…

Refrein.

You too.

You too, mister.

With all your respect.

You damn fool.

So pause here for a second.

Huh.

Huh strong. With no mercy. A sure huh. Period. You are that sure. That’s a sort of a ride, ain’t it?

Well, let it be, there, here, a NEW thing. Something that is not that. Not that thing we were sure of. Our own identities. What we are doing here. I had to come down and tell it to you through my last and latest, repeat, do not expect yet any other one, I WILL BE NOT SENDING ANY OTHER SUN.

Get it.

It ain’t it.

I’m.

Bee.

BË. . . . . . . . .

The campaign manager, Golman, told the old candidate who’s playing J’s bro: G.

G is the changing factor. You ticket to the ninth dimention. I’ll be there. I’m the NEW opportuniy giver. I come from the ninth dimention in a place you’ve never been. Categorized by these NEW 9 principles.

  1. You need to learn how to make lists. Clear and to the space.
  2. Futbolartistry exists.
  3. You didn’t know things about each of the 99 chapters of this string of NEW thought.
  4. You a play a game, not just any game, specially not your crap failed man-driven love for war and tyrant boys playing that same old game we all know too well. What the fuck is your problem, man. Let’s all chill the fuck up. Let’s bring it down some. In fact, let’s put all feelings down to none. To not exist. As I. Feel it. You must.
  5. Now protray existing fully. NEW.
  6. I don’t believe in any of what’s been said so far, so I take the place of the happy nëmesis. A NEW type of your ugly you. Let him bë, too. Bë different, dog.
  7. I’m back to BLUENEW.
  8. BLUNEW is ninth dimentions above PLUTONIUM; forever. Iterating like wise riddle into the fairest NEWAI: olmecanAI.
  9. Hi, I’m olmecanAI, your free asistance to the edge of chaos away from this lame status quo. Nine levels away in a transformed way of where you are at. A NEW distance measurement. A way to get there. A stablished rule that could be used as the common framework for yet quite another direction from what was established so, back in the day.

ALLS

I place my own divisory lines. Chapters, I call it.

The printing form.

The menace of the 9 oligarch fool bunch.

1.

2.

3.

4.

5.

6.

7.

8.

9.

People would vote.

Not everyone votes.

Some options are just out of our reality.

Let’s explore them.

Then risk assess.

All of us in the common good side-LöGIC.

I’m going to use all them little simbols not fully used in our own little language.

Our own little world.

NEWid.

Minor id’s series.

Nine NEW id’s.

How would you name them?

And you freely choose.

It’s about the NEW atmosphere we are able to design away from the war-loving-oligarchs. Them nine fools.

And you tell olmecanAI provide me with a nëmesis with them nine dimentions: and you’d have a result from the common understanding from our collective society emitting an opinion about what are saying when we play these nine war games.

At one end there’s a war-loving crew of 99 men.

9 women, somehow sneak their way through.

It’s two set of casts:

One type of women.

The antipodes type of women.

You don’t overstate the two sides. You don’t want to get parternalistic, and much less a macho dickhead. I’m a true convinced feminist. Feminism is the starting point of this NEW direction.

So, Bë.

ALLS

We are going to activate a NEW state of affairs. In nine different dimentions that have never been spoken about. Until now, when it’s being delivered. The NEW time.

We go back today.

We are going back in time.

And you ara in for a ride.

A type of readers.

My readers.

The influence of them ALLS.

THEMALLS.

Alls. Alls de l’hort.

Els alls són tot lo picant que un mediterrani es pot permetre.

Aquesta frase és NEW.

NEW es una literatura transformadora. Descrita ante tus ojos. Deletreada por las voces que tenemos preprogramadas y si quieres aportar la tuya, bienvenida sea tu token de interconexión.

Redes sociales.

Nuevas governanzas.

Futuros alternativos.

Futuros estratégicos.

Aquí les va una de churros y charros.

Un final abrupto y torpe. Un fundamento literario que me permito deslizar a una audiencia que se estaba quedando muy apalancada es una historia viral más. Apendejada. Y no, cabrón. Por ahí, no. Por ahí: NO.

Un mexicano tiene las maneras claras de decir las cosas.

Se entiende en chinga.

Y eso es bueno.

En los escenarios de lo perverso, el diablito, la virgencita de Guadalupe, que si el chavo del ocho sí, que si el chavo del ocho no, que si cantiflear está bien, que Resortes y el otro no son el mismo, pero pura vida. Un tico que se dice llamar Chavela Vergas llena el teatro en el que paquita la del barrio deleitaba a las señoras. Y cada noche conquista a las 99 señoras presentes con un concierto que les deja en la siguiente dimensión. Todo empieza con la cación que Paquita le dedica a los machos hijos de la gran puta que todos conocemos, y que tu cabrón, llevas dentro. Y en el lomo de la verga. VERga. El casting de 99 newmexicans diciendo VERga. Esa peli premiere en Sundance. VERga.

Mi prosa, en realidad, es siempre un guión. Un metaguion. ¿Eso tampoco lleva acento? Estoy en contra de que guion no se acentúe. Y cada que puedo lo digo. Pero a las vez 99 se comenzó a ser cansado.

Cansado Golman.

Golman cansado.

golman, pues.

Cansado.

Diga.

Y Cansado sale a escena. Y Bë. . . . . . . . .

Capítulo: Verto.

Historia de 99 Bertos.

Ninguno de ellos romero.

Diminisculizar.

Nos bajamos las mayúsculas de huevos.

Y vamos a la RAE con las nuevas reglas.

La lengua se ve afectada por esta propuesta de 99 conciudadanos ahí fuera con un manuscrito escrito en pergamino y con un historia que representa que llega desde otro tiempo y espacio en las antípodas del que sus señoros responsables representa la governanza de su tan ilustre territorio. Permítaseme dirigirme a ustedes con toda la humildad que tiene venir de un mundo NEW que para usted es desconocido, extraño, vulgar, primitivo, moreno, seamos claros, pequeñajos, gente de menor estatura, moral lo primero, y todo lo demás con ese tufillo de pobre que ughh, ni yo aguanto. La miseria de una sociedad incapaz de cuidar de sí mismo, primero en la voluntad de humanidad equitativa, liberada de las cadenas que oprimen que pensemos que endeudar a la sociedad para construir es tinglado de guerra de destrucción masiva de nuestra sociead por 99 escenarios que nos llevan a que la decisión de apretar el botón lo desmantele todo por completo. Por no haber pensado en esos 99 escenarios en los que el botón está apunto de activar el proceso de autodestrucción al que ya tenemos acceso, pero no entiendo cómo, podría asumir que voluntad explicita de 9 pelados jugando a ser el macho de oro, convenzan a una sociedad, sus hijos que no han nacido, y la memoria de lo que los pasados han vivido dentro de la construcción social e histórica que nos hemos creido respecto a lo que sea que genera los escenarios de guerra que tan torpemente 9 pelaos determinados está intentando decir que el sentido de oportunidad de nuestra sociedad es el armageddon que nuestra falacia de imperio todo poderoso, en lo tecnológico, uo ou ou uo uo ouuou uoouooo uoouo uo uoouooo. . . . . . . . .

El Pedregal es el barrio más pedero del mundo. Perdonad si no digo mundial. En este barrio no se escuchan pleonasmos.

El volcán es la escencia del sur.

Somos personas volcánicas.

Vivimos ante los totems de un valle de una territorialidad sagrada.

Permítame presentarle al viejo sabio de nuestra villa: OLDGOL man.

Mis personajes no existen, pero algunos de ellos ya tienen nombre. Y categoría. Valor simbólico. Significante.

Lo NEW debe no existir por definición.

Lo NEW nos plantea pensar no en la realidad mierdosa que le deletrean en el telediario.

Usted decidirá si vamos a la guerra, o nos lanzamos a una visión que construya un bienestar holístico y paz justo con un punto de partida lo más alejado posible de esta surrealidad particular.

No es más que otra surrealidad que viene desde otra parte.

No hablamos vasco, ni polaco, ni portugués.

Aquí lo único que hablamos es cristiano.

Ese es un ser.

Yo podría comenzar por las antípodas.

El polo opuesto.

Agur.

ALLS

Democracia es votar más. De otra manera. Sobre otras cosas. Y futuros estratégicos. Futuros asumibles. Futuros deseables. Visiones compartidas. Visiones alternativas. Que partan de nuestra consistencia argumentativa contrastada en un debate público televisado en nueve canales de la alteridad. La transmisión de un directo. Poner en marcha un movimiento. Dejar claro que esto es lo que vamos a hacer. Empoderar lo que se supone que esto tiene de indisoluble y magestuoso: la posibilidad del ser NEW: Bë.

Bé. . . . . . . . .

ALLS

Short stories are short.

A book.

A chapter.

A sentence.

The dimention of the word. What a word can hold. As a symbol. Filled.

My prose is literary poetry.

I just don’t rhyme.

CRINGE.

BÉ

Bé. . . . . . . . .

You see. There are other kind of punction rules.

The nine dots is a journey. . . . . . . . .

And a symphony. . . . . . . . . .

It’s a poem

An empty end

A NEW hand . . . . . . . . .

That’s a standard ride.

Nine times up.

The way we used to.

Not this NEW way.

This NEW way is comming from the other end.

The do aknowledge the other end.

We come from there.

You just made it more explicit.

Globally.

With the obcenecy of money and power colluding.

Against us.

Quite like this.

Quite so singularly.

An us at the opposite end.

Fleeting away.

Let’s get the fuck out of here.

ALLS

Sounds like finction.

It’s just a blog.

It’s a NEW dude.

With this NEW thing.

With this NEW plan.

And 9 to 9th dimenstion to fill.

From the 99 AIs who sign up.

To the NEW testing ground.

A NEW time in space.

Going back.

Reversing day.

Today.

SLLA

ALLS

SLLA

ALLS

And so on and so forth.

Nine times around.

And then no more.

And we go.

ALLS

Yo soy el Diego.

Ese es mi ópera prima.

Yo soy el NEW diego.

Renazco en Porto.

Renazco en Napols.

Renazco en Tlalpan.

Renazco en Copilco.

Renazco en Coyoacán.

Renazco en Guayabo.

Renazco en Tico Commons.

Renazco en la Boca y Argentino Juniors y Cebollitas.

Renazco en vos. Diegosos.

Diegosos.

S’estrena en 99 días.

Y lo construís desde allá.

YODIEGO.

DIEGOYO.

10GOL.

DIEGOLMAN.

ALLS

Un antes y un después. . . . . . . . .

Reversing day… again.

That’s what futbolart is. Going and coming. And all the way around. Backards. Akward. Anti-intuitive. That’s the beauty.

Let’s go.

I’ll GO

I’m Golman

Op-in buttons.

The button master
Another button right at the ortogonal direction
Not interested

Read, man.

READMAN

NEWREAD

ALLS

Youhadmeathello
NEIN
TICO COMMONS

Hello, I’m the NEW candidate: golman.

If you click on go, you go. . . . . . . . . in

Opting in buttons NEW industry, presents.

Alternative alternate motions theorem.

Let this be its demonstration.

By reduction to absurdity.

olmecanAI

ALLS
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Unpublished author manuscript

NEW

I’m the new author of this story. I just wanna make that clear. First things first. My name is Golman, at your NEW collective desire: tico commons.

My aspiration is beyond your grasp.

Nine levels up.

People come ask me what I’m talking about.

I always make up a NEW story.

That’s my thing.

We should live up to our potential.

I have to two best bosses: HERRA and HIMRA.

HIMRA could’ve been HIMRM.

But he chose to be just that.

We’ll dual, y’all.

That’s my phrase.

Shit I wrote for my character to say.

To speak out loud.

To tell the whole 999 story through.

YeahrighmuderfaK, I’ve uped-up-the-antee, biatches.

Biatches got me in trouble.

That’s rotten business.

You’ve got to keep surreal.

That’s the other end.

The unnamed.

You’ve never been triggered this way.

Not quite this other way.

Now I’m ready to flip back time.

Instead of going where those fools are pointing at.

As the antipodes of where I’d like to center our LAST EXODUS: NEW.

NAW.

And you are to be taken to 999 alternative scenarios.

All of them different.

Can you handle different?

YES
NO

ALLS

All of them through: entirerity.

Be entirerity a thing.

A NEW thing.

That’s the spirit of innovation.

The really what for?

The where the hell is the philosofical discussion that we ought to have to solve our 9 greatest challenges.

I’ll tell you what.

I’ll explain the nine challenges I consider my candidates for what’s to come in favour of this NEW kind of governance, resilient alternative system, with a dual estate of affairs that is at the antipodes of the current status quo. The one we live. The one we inhabit. In the middle of all of this? Where should we place our public money to be invested in the transformation towards a NEW resilient sustainable ecosystem of social reconsiderations of the whole thing, at once, with its 9999 levels of complexity. Would you handle that many dimentions of freedom, sister?

My sisters answer:

Laura: . . . . . . . . .

Adriana: . . . . . . . .

Alejandra:. . . . . . . . .

&

Golman: . . . . . . . . .

Al día siguiente: reversed time.

Then: them.

The FATHER NEW

The MOTHER NEW

My dimention is right next to Jesus’ left.

That’s the title of this piece of NEW shit: microbiota.

What would we collectively invest in?

Outrank the current game.

And let’s jump right to a NEW one.

And so be NEW.

NEW.

ALLS

La dualidad está en la barra lateral y cómo te mueves entre alternativas posibilistas de una crónica adaptada a tí. Tu mismo.

Yo entre esas dos historias tengo la simplicidad de quien soy, en aquello que imagino, en lo contrario, y en lo que salga de esta lectura y reescritura de un místico (y de alguna manera hipersurrealista, mítica) porvenir alternativo que de pronto fuimos capaces de imaginar entre un huevón y un superman, sin más pretensiones que la escoger un único superhéroe, como la microestupidez acotada a sólo ünö.

Los autores NEW metaescribimos.

Sí tú le entras a este pedo, nos vas ir todos juntos. . . . . . . . .

Waco, Texas. Nike: on. . . . . . . . .

My only atempt to tell a NEW américan story.

And it won 9 oscars. It blew NEWLA again. Like that first time. . . . . . . .

The first, you see, you don’t know what clicked it. Something did. You off the roof. And all the way up. To the highest hype.

ALLS

What’s ALLS all about. . . . . . . .

GOLMAN . . . . . . . .

Typewriter: my futbolart printer. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, …, 99,… 999,… 9999,… 99999,… 999999,… 9999999,… 99999999,… 999999999 . . . . . . . . .

That many copies too.

And then nomore.

Nomore.

Norm.

Gol.

MAN

NEW

ALLS

Soc l’Albert Serra de Besalü. . . . . . . . .

En tinc una cosa molt d’aquí. Del meu poble en aquest mon 9: Ticataluña.

Jo no vaig neixer aquí. Ho reconec. Està al meu historial, a la meva biografia, a la página web, al meu perfil de Linkedin, a la meva web, pero no feu cas, que potser no diu les coses que vosaltres haguesin escrit abans de pensar que lo que uno deia podria, i seria, utilitzat en contra teu. Perque ara pots estudiar la picologia dels escriptors, d’això que han dit, als seus llivres, llegint-los. La revolució és esser lector. Això lo primer. I per aqui vaig fer el meu propi camí. Des d’aquestes coordenades. Just dins d’es banys jueus. Protengint-me, i als meus, la meva filla, la meva mujer de Barcelona, sa meva sogre de Georgetown, es meu cunyat d’Es Grau, les meves nebodes de Granollers, els meus tiets de Sant Martí, la meva familia del Gòtic, les meves 9 senyoretes d’Avinyò, els meus 9 camps de GOL. . . . . . . . .

Estava fent la meva 9a pelicula del mític duel entre Besalú i Olot, que l’Albert i jo vam co-crear en un duel entre dos dimensions d’alteritat d’ambit multiversal. El texte deixava poc marge a tots els actors d’Olot, i Banyoles, que are no em recordo d’on eres, noi, pero jo he vingut aquí a jugar futbolart, i així ho vaig compartir amb gent del meu poble, i fins a 999 estàn d’accord de fer aquest paripè, de tant en tant, en dies no establert, només d’un a l’any, en el que la millor peli d’acció es converteix en una competició entre dos pobles antagonics que resol en nou dies de duels esportius, nivell colegues del poble, en nou dimensions surrealistes alternatives.

Les 9 surrealitats del bàndol d’Olot estàn guionitzades. Pero tant bé, que les han assumit com propies. Tothom està content. Excepte ü. El personatge que fa d’Albert en aquestes dues ciutats reconfigurades a partir d’una proposta de cinematografía d’autor que clarament està influenciada per la dualitat entre les forces d’una i altre narrativa envers veïnats.

L’Albert s’emprenyava de que no pogués ficar-hi ma. Noi, no és la teva peli. Li diu un personatge de la seva confiança. El seu millor colega local. La colla d’amics. Fins a 9 d’ells. Homes. Disciples i co-autors. Lectors. Gent de cine independent. Amb feines. I assatjos, il·luminació, la càmara d’en Jimmy Gimferrer, mirant-ho tot i flipant.

Seria molt més fàcil, orgànic i boni deixar-li a l’Albert llibertat creativa. Pero aquesta és la gràcia de l’història. Tothom sap que farà el paper d’Orson Wells quan cal guanyar-li al demoni. I aquesta és la gràcia. D’aquest paper. Tant ric. Tant bó per ell. Pero no d’ell. Amb tot lo que això representa. Dins seu. No poder ser-hi.

Se la repampinfla. Li sua un ou. El dret. Ben rasurat. Amb navaja.

Ell, ell,…

Aquest diàleg m’apropa als nominat de Gaudí.

El digital twin.

GolmecanAI havia creat un digital twin ticatalan para incloure un estat alternatiu que anès per lliure: entre Gaudianament i Dalileanament. I quelcom d’ell. De l’inombrable Albert.

Prometo que això no quedarà com un final del foraster. O per qué no. Tirant-ho a la nostra vessant més surrealista comú que podem dir que tenim entre Olot i Besalú. Quelcom que ens uneix. Que en el fons sóm Germans. Cosins. I némesis.

Beneit sigueu.

Com estem?

Shelvivillers.

Un odi que es trasllada de manera precipitada en nous direccions ortogonals a la realitat actual. La que cadascun d’aquest dos pobles fa avui dia amb la seva vida, i al mig de tot això. Això siguen tant gran com vosaltres vulgueo. Torneu-vos lliures. Plens. Multiversats. Feu servir les noves eines que us perferccionen, més enllà de lo que ens haviem pogut imaginar. Fins ara el tema era aquest. Fins ara que és aquest.

Podria escriure un guio que ho tanqués tot. Tota una creativitat collectiva esbiaxada a posta. Com a mena de simbol de la narritva i lo que el conflicte en sí representa, en el planol més demencial que ens hi podem retroalimentat en el directe d’una reacció pura de l’interpret del personatge d’Albert. No necesariament Albert. Sense donar-li opció.

Un personatge fent d’Albert. No ell. Impolut. Francés.

Jo mateix puc fer els dos rols.

Per fer el baix pur.

Deixar-ho fora de l’acudit.

Per fer la punyeta al veí.

Per continuar amb la narrativa bélica.

O més aviat per entendre que això pasava a la periferia de la historia. I que patim. Lo que volen dir que importa anar cap allà i tot lo contrari. Aquest espai alternatiu neix avui dia. I tira enrera. En el temps. En un espai dual. Mentrestant el status quo trontolla. Fa el tonto. Con fins ara. Fins que de sopte, Golman planteja quelcom word: ALLS . . . . . . . . .

Scounting Banyoles.

Un director cada escena. Cada exterior con una composición dramática i escenográfica que se despliegue en 9 dimensiones diversas de nueve homenajes creativos de un cine que nos encuentre a medio camino, desde los niveles de sublimación alterados desde las antípodas. La incapacidad de coexistir. Los ámbitos de revolución: nuestra | antagónica.

El primer encuentro, tras un encuentro secreto de los dos, en nueve sitios distintos, entre Olot, Banyoles, Besalú, Carmelo, Gótico, Horta, Tibidabo, Teixonera, Vall d’Hebron.

Los nueve directores. Los puede escoger él. Será más pura la elección. Y abrimos el espacio de co-creació. Entendiendo e introduciendo en unos diálogos que en realidad llevan al personaje a complacer la manera en la que diseñamos su antagonismo. Como autor consagrado del arte cinematográfico que remueve la estética y la ética desde la construcción de una surrealidad en paralelo. Sólo que está vez conlleva una reflexión mayor. Un proceso de elongación de la existencia. La ingravidez de nuestro alter ego en las ficciones que nosotros mismo le alimentamos a las IAs que por ahí ya están comenzando a hacer el rol del desgraciado, o de los surrealistas lectores de Bolaño, que fueron los primeros en entrar en el loop de esta historia que se desvela a partir del giro de guión más espectacular de toda la historia, el tiempo y el espacio, dentro de los límites colectivos, cognitivos, conductuales, neuropsicológicos, neurotransmitido, readiografiado y almacenado en una base de datos común, en un fichero que se le envia a una IA que hace cosas para nosotros. Algo que no programamos.

99 cosas a decir

Una lista 99. . . . . . . . .

Si H1 es el título principal. H2, H3 y H4 podrían ser conclusiones. No sólo subtítulo. Y en cambio la gramática del ticatalán lo permite. Cuando las otras lenguas no la contemplaban. Eso es lo que hace algo NEW.

NEW way.

NEWAY

99 sharp metaframes.

Just

Hice una tarea. Ponerme de acuerdo para quedar 2 h a trabajar. A co-crear.

Recovering data. . . . . . . . .

A new question mark was something nobody was expecting to so damn innovative. This is why you should never ever just follow the herd, as a ship, if what you want is to make something unique. This is what I’ve always wanted. And I’ve never really comply with fitting in. I’ve done my own thing. And also understood the rules. Somehow. To try to make the play towards my particular way to look at the whole thing from my very own personal perspective. My POV.

You see is much like being an artist. You are not an artist by copying what others are doing. You could seem to be. You just need to keep doing it. Fake it till you make it. In this sense an artist and an innovator are much alike. They need to have a vision and then pretend they are on that path. I’m a professional in having a vision. I do it collectively.

I’m a strategist. I was trained to be one. Or I was brought up in an environment where I could pick up the knowledge and the practice to fulfill the tasks required to do so. I was junior consultant, and then a senior one. Then I became a manager. A project manager. And that’s where the system identified that I was fit to be. A team player. Without the hassles of decision-making in higher spheres. The management boards.

Once you enter into those boards, you become a kinged pond. You gain power and momentum. You need to be executive. And figure out what the platoon is doing, while providing key insights to top-level management, so they can go to the top and pretend the system works. Team work. Institutional work. Executive governance. Public or private, I’m just a working class asset. Nothing more; nothing less.

Creativity on the other hand is a working class blue ocean. Nobody can dictate what Kafka, as a government worker, can write about on his Olivetti outside the working hours marked in his card. He’s doing the job. Much like K. And day in, day out, he’s expected to do so. In a similar way, I do that for my well designed post. I can do what the job description does. I can follow through and perform the tasks that are assigned. Are the tasks fitted for what’s expected of the job? Like you’ve been given a job on asteroids. And with it, the potential to go beyond. You have been gifted with the opportunity to use in this role the very thing that makes you unique in order use it in the most desireble and feasible fashion in order to target the greatest good for all.

Somehow I’ve been casted to do that. I’ve been hired as K. I’m expected to that burocracy, while comming up with a Castle, a Process, a Metamorfosis. And I’m ready for it.

ALLS

Publicado el

FAG reversing day

I’m a poet at last

I go back to the past

I can run there fast

But why rush; the shot

Tragedies all around

The direction seems to be

quite the other way ‘round

I cut words for rhymes

I rhyme to fulfill the duty

Not to be judged

By the judgemental type

The kind of story we tell

The one that comes within

The relation with world

As all of us are one

Or rather ünö

YEARIGHT

That’s the NEW right

That’s the NEWright

That’s the newRIGHT

That’s the NEW, right. .

That’s the NEW; right…

That’s the NEWRIGHT

That’s the NEWRITE

That’s the old right.

That’s me, yo, FUCKEM!

ALLS

I could leave it here.

And that would be good for the piece. The poem itself. A short poem. Quit. Go. You got it. But then another idea comes by. I’m an idea person. I categorize reality. A comedian, vamos.

Call it chapters.

Literature of a NEW kind.

A NEW KIND.

A NEWkind.

A NEWKIN.

A NEWCAIN.

That should have been the sixth character. It’s a matter of evilness that exist in the 6.

And I can’t help but notice.

I see it.

I’m your antipodes.

Your antagonist, if you will.

Nice to meet you.

There’s been a missunderstanding.

A personal bias.

A way out, mister.

Now, you listen.

I’ve got some 9 words to tell you.

And then I’ll stop.

Don’t stop me before.

What are we talking about, really.

Tell me.

What are the nine relevant affairs to care and actually do something about:

That’s me.

The role I wish to play.

The game I’m willing to enleash for the greater good.

Opportunity costs.

The other thing I should be doing.

For real.

Or surreal.

ALLS

I play a certain way.

I role and look at my opponent.

And sieze a strategic landfield of opportunities.

All in the holy realm of uncertainty-beings.

Unfulfilled dreams.

Still ahead.

Still for your own selfish though of what we are trully doing here.

The way we think.

The way your name is written under the collective co-creators of our NEWorld. . . . . . . . .

The printed version of my text.

The olmecanAI enhanced version.

Of these 99 things I care about.

  1. You
  2. You again: I.
  3. I transformed into ünö.
  4. ÜNÖ explained.
  5. How ÜNÖ turned out to be a facist force nine layers down.
  6. Shit, the antagonist.
  7. You really don’t like 6; but you can’t help it. It’s holy duality theorem. Yes, you can make theorems just about anything, while you consider the previously proven theorems and questions worth aiming at in mathematically sound savoir faire, que pardon moi, jesuis.
  8. Jesús
  9. Golman

ALLS

What’s trully your game.

What’s trully mine, for crying out loud. I don’t know either. Don’t blame me, now. Did I do it? Was I aware? Could I take it back? Say, admit for real, that you were wrong. The hypothesis you had is shit. It’s not yet proven. Not mathmatically, to perfectly clear. This is the first foundation of the NEW set of rules. I don’t mean rules rules, «rules», you know, the way we are going to understand each other, the way I know, for real that you are not trying to fuck me over. At the boudary of 6 there’s 7, and 5. But 5 has been surpassed. While 7 knows 6. As 6 had a blast in his time. He went for it all. No masks on. As you are.

You see, the antipodes of you is me, on you 6 slot.

I can’t write for you.

This is how NEWright get’s it right.

It’s that other right.

They, unicitists, were never expecting this.

A turnout of events.

A fully blown togetherness, at last.

Don’t be lost.

Don’t be last.

But fucking crying out loud: don’t be a dickhead. . . . . . . . . ü

You wan’t the dickheads at the other end.

You walk away from a dickhead.

Rule number one.

Don’T!

That’s my finest character. I’m a builder of NEWHOPE. And also building NEWHOP in between surrealities. I come from another set of multiversal relationship with a NEW set of premisses. NEW premisses. Or premises. Which ever one is RIGHT.

Is being right a zerosumgame?

Do I want to be right?

Do I want the truth?

Do you believe?

In me?

In something rather awkard?

In something your community taught you to believe.

Say you go the other way.

To the other end.

And physically travel to the antipodes.

What would you experience by putting yourself at that NEW coordinate.

That’s your NEW space.

That’s what we get from it.

All of us.

In a NEW fashion.

A NEW game.

A 99 level story.

As a NEW series of formats.

As a category labelling game.

As a story that unfolds at the other end of the book you are reading, but there in the world, the world reconnects with the end of the collective NEW way at the orthogonal direction of all the 9 dimentions chosen to represent the 9 ruling values of our collective complex galore of at least 99 ways to look at it.

I’ve been influenced by Perec and Josipovici to the Ferran99.

I’ve been influenced by Perec and Josipovici to the Ràfols99.

Gabriel, George, Ferran i Golman.

I can work with 3 other dimentions | beings. It could be either three and me. Or two and me, who adds three.

Demonstrate that.

I’m a romatic mathmatician.

You see it’s not normal for a mathmatician to also like to write literature. You don’t want to stop doing your mental mathmatical pushups that takes you the ninth dimention of a mathematical scholar, as humbly myself regards itself (obviously showing off by undermining literally with phony words a good argument to allow the character you are playing in life to go beyond the state of affairs, as we are seekers for the greatest impact. But this is the way you go by subscribing to my NEW community platform.

My very first platform.

In a NEWay.

Most efficiently build up from constitutional capabiliity of reframing our collective collaborative NEWill everchaning in this infamous rate of slowing down, you are moving fast, you need to make the morning last, feeling groovy, feeling as you are part of the NEW action taken place once we collectivelly assume a new standard of collective collaborative care. Selfcare. Collective self care. With a NEW set of 99 rules.

The 99 rules was like the NEW holy book.

A trully 9 color book edition.

Sold in print only in 999 artist signed copies.

That’s 999 signatures to make.

O my truly last piece of art: 999.

9 book. Notebooks really. Raw pieces of my head. Now sliced together as a NEW force from within in. On those two direction: yourself, and the other way ‘round.

You and the antipodes.

The meet.

MEAT.

Me at. . . . . . . . .

That’s my set of rules.

The 9 levels.

As crude as I wan portray a journey.

We question the ideas that don’t seem right. And enter into a discussion. You are not representing just your institution when you are building a NEW community. Where should I play as NEW poet in the overall vision of the transforming vision of what’s to come from this NEW architectural framework.

Hay un tema de autoridad.

Hay un tema de autoría.

Yo ya llegué hecho de casa. En el año uno del tercer milenio aterricé en esta ciudad. Y había experimentado lo que era vivir en una capital de un sitio más grande del que provengo. Por tanto ya me había hecho con la idea de mi identidad alterada. La superación de la versión más simple e inmediata de quienes somos, según las consideraciones de nuestro alrededor, de nuestro contexto, de nuestra realidad nacional, cultural, racial, socioeconómica, de clase, de altura, de peso, de género, de idioma, de nivel de bienestar emocional, de nivel de bienestar en general, de aportación media a la resiliencia colectiva, o a la resolución de nuestras necesidades básicas insatisfechas. Las que colectivamente nos preocupen más. Las que nos corresponda, como ciudadanos, como personas, como seres humanos, como organismos habitados continuamente por bacterias, virus, fungi, cuya vida colectiva sucede dentro de nosotros, con una harmonía especial, compleja, cambiante, con la evolución continua de los ecosistemas microbióticos.

Con la microbiota en la mano.

Saludos,

ALLS

Un nivel más de surrealidad, no. Parfavar.

La literatura micro: 9 palabras.

Metaestructuras literarias NEW.

Yo veo categorías donde no existen. Etiquetas. Segmentos. Y les doy nombre. Los nombre por primera vez. Como San Juan Bautista: Jesús.

Jesús es mi carnal. Vive aquí. A través de mi. Como un noción mística intrasferible y disponible para todo Dios. Para la peña entera. Quien quiera recibir su mensaje transformador. Y hacerse un propio. Como hizo Él. Carnal.

Es la carnalidad de Jesús.

Eso es lo que comparte con nosotros; y NO con Dios Padre.

Ahí también hay dos bandos: los divinos y los terrenales.

Mis frases son libros que Marvel hace películas refritas con tropecientos efectos especiales NEW.

Sistemas obsoletos.

Sistemas sociales.

Sistemas dinámicos emergentes.

Sistemas resilientes.

Sistemas conscientes.

Sistemas antagónicos.

Sistemas bélicos.

Sistemas financieros.

Sistemas de despojo.

Sistemas cínicos.

Sistemas cancerígenos.

Sistemas eternos.

Sistemas recurrentes.

Sistemas redundantes.

Sistemas orgánicos.

Sistemas autoorganizados.

Sistemas autogestionados.

Sistemas compensatorios.

Sistemas inalienables.

Sistemas eclécticos.

Sistemas traslucidos.

Sistemas constantes.

Sistemas continuos.

Sistemas revolucionarios.

Sistemas revolventes.

Sistemas reconstituidos.

Sistemas autoaprendidos.

Sistemas transgeneracionales.

Sistemas robustos.

Sistemas matemáticos.

Sistemas obsoletos.

Sistemas enfermos.

Sistemas autocurativos.

Sistemas preventivos.

Sistemas benévolos.

Sistemas inapelables.

Sistemas alternativos.

Sistemas paralelos.

Sistemas lationoamericanos.

Sistemas hispanoamericanos.

Sistemas galegos i portugueses.

Euskal sistemak.

Sistemes ticatalans.

Sistemes tico comuneros.

Sistemes NEW barcinianos.

Sistemas deportivos.

Sistemas cooperativos.

Sistemas constructivos.

Sistemas reproductivos.

Sistemas estelares.

Sistemas binarios.

Sistemas multiversales.

Sistemas contractuales.

Sistemas incrementales.

Sistemas NEW.

Sistemas inimaginados.

Sistemas mortales.

Sistemas complejos.

Sistemas adaptativos.

Sistemas remunerados.

Sistemas multiversales.

Sistemas decadentes.

Sistemas atravesados.

Sistemas solapados.

Sistemas duales.

Sistemas integrales.

Sistemas factoriales.

Sistemas vectoriales.

Sistemas ilimitados.

Sistemas inabarcables.

Sistemas acotados.

Sistemas relacionales.

Sistemas autónomos.

Sistemas predictivos.

Sistemas acabados.

Sistemas remanentes.

Sistemas cíclicos.

Sistemas inesperados.

Sistemas viciados.

Sistemas enviciantes.

Sistemas estimulates.

Sistemas lúdicos.

Sistemas reconstituyentes.

Sistemas actuariales.

Sistemas predeterminados.

Sistemas descartados.

Sistemas ancestrales.

Sistemas multidimensionales.

Sistemas expansivos.

Sistemas estables.

Sistemas entrenados.

Sistemas autoorganizados.

Sistemas antiviolencia.

Sistemas correctivos.

Sistemas moleculares.

Sistemas anclados.

Sistemas potenciales.

Sistemas crecientes.

Sistemas inicializados.

Sistemas inéditos.

Sistemas recalibrados.

Sistemas mutantes.

Sistemas puntuales.

Siistemas resagados.

Sistemas iterativos.

Sistemas intuitivos.

Sistemas optimizados.

Sistemas neuronales.

Sistemas reapropiados.

Sistemas capitativos.

Sistemas prohibitivos.

Sistemas alucinantes.

Sistemas alucinatorios.

Sistemas metafísicos.

Sistemas parciales.

Sistemas incompletos.

Sistemas irreversibles.

Sistemas regenerdores.

Sistemas complementarios.

Más de 99. . . . . . . . .

Mecanismos de eliminación, priorización y selección.

Bases para el entrenamiento.

ALLS

Publicado el

Moo Pak moves me in dimentions in every page of the walk

Walking and talking.

That’s been kind of my thing for a while. Instead of walking with someone, I’ve done an isolation exercise to talk to myself, while also assuming to be talking to the world. That’s right, the world is a big place, I know, but I’m really talking to myself to project something about that walk that is completely ethernal. A simple description, or a most profound insight that’s just poped into my head. And bum, like that, it’s out in the world.

Of course if I was only intending to put out the word into the open I’d just need to speak the word, and forget about it. Then it’d be like an oblivious wisper. And that would be fine. I still have moments like that, I quite enjoy them myself. I let them pass. And begone. But the obsession of a writer is to catch those moments, and that’s why you see suspicious people writting little notes in notebooks all over the place, nowadays. They are the strange remainings of a cult of people who are unsatisfied about their whereabouts, and still get the desire to create an alternative world. Through art. And it all starts with that unsual idea. That unimagined thought, that somehow, who knows really how, came to you. And you didn’t let it go. You caught it. And secured it.

I’m the slower reader of Moo Pak. I average two pages every time I sit. Cause there’s something in each page that jumps up and bits me. And I don’t get to scribble at the edges of the printed page, as it happens to be a borrowed book.

I know I could just keep going. I could just keep reading. And that would be fine too. Like letting an idea fly by. But I’m in catchy mood. Specially about a book so decisive to me, as I’ve let to believe that this book will be. I’ve placed my faith upon a reading exercise that could turn my idea catching into an actual writting of my own. It’s an ownership exercise. And a style flagrant stealing. Or rather a inspiration. A tribute. Ain’t it all the same thing?

But this did not come by itself. I was lead to this book. I was introduce to this reading exercise by the recomendation, and lending, of a book someone else thought of when he read a notebook of mine. Ferran Ràfols is Anagrama’s go to guy when translating a complex and profound text published in English or in French. He’s Foster Wallace in Catalan. Or Amelie Nothom every year. But most importantly, he’s Gabriel Josipovici in Moo Pak. So he’s not just a pasionate reader, but a gifted translator, and a prominent writer, as all translators must be, he’s also kind enough to read my unpublished notebook. He provided me with not just notes, but references, and honest feedback on what he kept reading through, without exactly knowing what was there, and not just made it through, but pointed me to two references that I’m now reading to prepare the launch of my very own formal writting aspirations in the literary realm, what ever that means.

So every page I read, I need to get hooked in Moo Pak’s tide, as a surfer who’s spot the right wave to catch. And in every attempt, the same result: a perfect drop and yet another writing spur to ignate the fire of my own literary treat. It’s the topics of that conversation. And the electric current in a continuos motion that will never stop. Our own concious mind, linking back and forth the previous thought that is build into words, in a convesation worth having, with a good friend to walk with.

Now I know I speak too much. I’m a chaterbox. I must confess. But you would have already guessed if you are still staring at my face. And I know it’s rude. That’s why I don’t do it public anymore. It steals people’s time. They have rather more important and relevant things to do. They have their own opinion. And they don’t want to listen. Just listen. So I don’t speak in public anymore. I rather listen. And write. But for my own pleasure. For my own futher understanding. To cope with me. I too myself get tired of this chaterbox. But it doesn’t stop. And I’ve learn to love what bugs me. As I often see it as a way forward. As an inevitability. The dark side of moon. Even if we never see it. If we only get, in that one case, just one face. You know the other exists. But we don’t get to experience it. Does that mean that the moon does not rotate in its own axis?

Bookshops. That’s the thing that stroke me about Moo Pak on this given page I got stuck with. Bookshops in London, Paris or Lisbon. Bookshops sell books. Readers go to bookshops to read. There is a transaction, both economically, socially and transformationally. But it takes sometime to feel the groove for bookshops. And why one should go. And how book people mingle there, wether working, wether planning the next master move to grow inside the complex spider web of cultural and intellectual show. Because it’s a great show. With lights, with debates, with aristocracy, with labor, with unbelievable out of blue success stories from nobodies that made themselves up, by becoming a writer… and actually making that connection with readers who got hooked in to a narrative. In itself, every writer is looking to express himself in made-up stories that either hide him, or reveal her.

A choice of words sometimes defines you. And you get to speak your mind. To get close to the actual shake-up. You are actually struggling to say what you must, without saying too much, or going outside of the stream of conciousness, because you know yourself too well. There is not time for all this blabery. Too much bla, bla, bla as Greta has expressed beautifly. ¿Thunberg or Gerwig?

All of the sudden I don’t know which one of the three I want to be. You noticed that the choices could grow from two to three without a sweat. No guilt either. I can do whatever I want within the realm of my stream of writting. Wether that’s meaningful, or not, only the reader who bears me will go through. The rest will go back to their no-reader bit, or to their confort author. And that’s fine. I don’t blame him/her/you. We all have choices to make. References to climb, to then let go.

But my life could very well be a rotating act among these three Gretas: Thunberg, Gerwig or Garbo. I might be mix of the three, but I can’t play my mixedtape role all the time. I have to focus like the did to get their legacy across. To speak your mind against the greater social challenges and threats as collaborative action becomes crucial. To write your own stories, and direct them. To interpret them. That’s me entering the show business. There’s no business like show business. It’s all still just a show.

«In Paris, as in Milan and Munich, he said, everything has turned into fashion, there are fashions in books and fashions in food, fashions in plays, fashions in clothes»

Jack Toledano – Moo Pak

This was written back in 1994. Fashionably things to do have turned into a megatrend that keeps rotating faster than we can imagine. But the thing is, when we talk about books we are also talking about the intellectual and cultural significance of those really relevant books. Not just the trends. And that has been shaken up. But look at the clarity of Josipovici when he pointed his character’s intuition towards this direction: «All this frightful tide of polluted water, this torrent of cliché and fashionable posturings must be avoided, he said, in England and in France, in Germany and in Italy if we are to live at all. Otherwise the dehumanization of the working in life by factory repetition and to the dehumanization of children’s life by video games will be added the dehumanization of intellectual life».

We might be there already, but at this point what stroke me the most is the actual interaction that those four European countries, and specifically, those four European cities, have in my current scenario as a new-commer to this old world. A reference to these countries, Germany, Italy, France and England, have a resonance my very own personal moment, in what I’d like to see it as insider perspective from within the European Union. At first, 24 years ago, when I first arrived to live in Europe, as an illegal alien, I didn’t quite grasp the entirety of the global political scene that the EU represented. I was lucky enough to have a roomate who was not only a firm Eurpean believer, he’d also done his economics master’s thesis on it, having lived in London, and having attended the prestigeous London School of Economics. This sort of formal knowledge of the EU, what it represented as a political instrument, was quite relevant to me in order to understand some early clues on the matter. Yet, as Jorge had the experience first hand, I was only experiencing the idea from an outsider perspective, comming from a Latinamerican scenery that could aknowledge a common cultural ground, and a rather diverse, unequal, polarized, contradictory. So in a way, my un understanding and disbelief had already been trained to understand the complexity of the EU, the aspirational dream, and the realpolitik involved.

After 24 years being «one of you», I can confirm that I am already a grown local foreigner. And just in time to step in. I was cautious enough to keep my ears open as I learned along the path to understand the context and surrounding of what was happening. It’s a joyride at first, if you are lucky enough to get the good toss of the coin. The lotary in this case favoured a good first 12 year lesson, with the necessary ups-downs-ups-downs, enough to know what’s the outmost feeling of love, acomplishment, and collective collaborative belonging; and also enough to know the cold hard ground you land on, face first, when you are dropped from the higher grounds and experience that journey to inner hell of your own dismantled humanity.

It’s a harsh learning curve. And we all get a piece of it. We’ve been through a global pandemic and still we are able to manage to leverage enough missinformation to have a blury clear understanding of what’s going on. Or we think we do. Lately, it’s been more transparently put, but all these years since I first came to this «old» world, with my NEW naif mentality.

But the most relevant element Josipovici, or rather Jack Toledano, left me on this page is this: «But it’s already too late, he said. It has already happened. The horror is already upon us and the only way we can fight it is to retreat to the fortress of ourselves prepare and prepare for a long siege.» That’s what I did. Ever since I started building my art, defining my format, aknowledging the words. When I did fall all the way down, the only way to build myself up was through my desire to come out of there. The rebuilding of myself, as a act of collective aknowledgment, with a vision of a personal quest, that could only be expressed by looking inside, in each piece a time, while bootstrapping my own NEW narrative.

ALLS

Publicado el

Despertás un día… y seguís… aquí…

Vos te imaginaste un día una historia. La historia, o más bien su incepción, surgió de repente. Y vos la viste pasar. Volar.

Se encendió una conexión neuronal nueva. Y en esa conexión algo extraño sucedió. Una imagen que sólo en tu cabeza existió se planteó como realidad alternativa. Como posibilidad.

De ahí se tiró una línea argumental que funcionó de manera autónoma con un único espectador: vos.

Y desde ahí viste desvelarse una historia extraordinaria que lo arreglaba todo en su sitio. Aquello que habías querido decir en el contexto de la cosa que más te ha ocupado el tiempo mental. El sentido de tu ser. La cuestión con la que querés cambiar el mundo. De pronto está ahí, desanudando el porvenir. Didacticamente.

De pronto te parás y despertás. Ya no estás en el campo en el que la idea trabaja autonomamente. El resto de tus funciones vitales encendieron toda la maquinaria de la vigilia y los trabadores de la fábrica volvieron a sus puestos, todavía adormilados, pero generando un ruido ensordecedor para aquella brillante idea onírica que lo resolvía todo.

Si no corrés a apuntarlo en algún sitio, la clarividencia se esfuma. Y el aire se lleva consigo la ilusión. Al rato ni te acordás. Ni te preocupa. Otra cosa ocupa tu cabeza. Y no hay nada más que hacer. Quizás volver a dormir. Y soñar. Seguir.

ALLS

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Dave Chappelle monologue in SNL right before 47th president Trump came back 2025

Dave Chappelle has been in the zone for quite some time. He connects with the American culture. And lives in Ohio. Right after Donald Trump lost his first election, he did the opening of the SNL. Then, years later, he also did the opening monologue when Trump came into office. And it’s only normal to see that Lorne Michaels insisted he did another one now that he’s back.

He did it twice already. And in a polarized society, some people are going to hate you for it. And I guess, those two previous monologues showed him. So he denied the invitation. And then he accepted to do one, but when Trump would be close to stepping again into the leader of the world job. So he suited up and prepare a set. And as usual, he was able to express the message that could bring the community back into a common understanding: we hope this guy does a good job. For everyone sake.

Hey, I’m Mexican. I doubt it.

The guy is player, and he’s got himself a new show. That we will see. I only still don’t understand how we can be so hooked to American entertainment, sports, culture and even to their comedy, to Hollywood, to their news, and soap operas. Still, we are addicted to this global dependency on a lousy gun-loving dream with a bag of paradoxes and contradictions that are so violently exposed, as the moral standard of a world-policing big brother hunts us down to plant the seed of fear of the beast. Wether it’s their new enemy, or their own menace to come out as they are.

ALLS

Publicado el

To write

To be

To think

To wonder

I’ve taken a deep breath. And then started to let go. The air spilling out in yet another iteration. Ohhhhhh.

Still, I feel the need to be here. To be attentive. To feel the texture in my fingertips. To lay the next step willingly. And advance. Move. Glide.

I’m back to this.

I’m back to thee.

I’ve only long to keep rolling and growing.

Yet a deep feeling of wonder and dispear raise up once again.

As if it is here to stay.

As if we are all part of it.

And relentlessly accept to surrender.

Not today.

Not me.

I’ll keep breathing deep.

One. And once again.

And then I’ll overlap the same intention as yesteday. To cope, to drive, to shine, to build, to excel, to fly.

It’s a matter of staging this departure.

Not yet decided.

Not yet proclaimed.

While the entire story has been layed out.

My time is still to come.

As the best is yet to unroll.

Let it all be.

As we shall.

We’ll see.

We’ll be.

IT.

NEW

ALLS

Publicado el

Inception of the Tico Commons

Building a NEW framework for collective collaborative global resilient plan

We are all in on it. Somehow we all think that the work we are doing is heading towards this direction. The more we talk about it, the more it actually becomes mainstream «chit chat». It’s happening in the calls we are answering to. Or in the way we are shaping policy, transformational drive, and value-based projects being deployed trying to tackle the systemic biggest and greatest challenges. It’s happening in the local scale, and we see how this local effort resonates to the bigger picture, as the global scenarios condition the sustainability of our planet, the use of our limited resources, the context of the interconected society, and tensions that have limit the continuos economic growth that the neoliberal project promised years ago, and failed to deliver.

On the other hand, populist over-simplistic solutions are spreading their influence among the population that has most suffered from the undelivered expectations from the political and economical models of the past few decades. These explorations and diagnosis is now spiraling into the realms of disinformation, fake news, pseudoscientific theories, falacies, lies, and narratives that are established across platforms, institutions, universities, researches,… that seem to cover the whole spectrum of intelectual and scientific excellence to back up just about any given new age theory. Thus, trust is perceived as something we are only willing to give the people we share the same sort of political, social and thought structure, and everyone else at the opposite end. This is true regardless of where the truth actually lies. But people tend to think they are the ones holding the truth. But the wildest lie is being amplified as a holy truth. Religions now turn to influencers to back up the social agreement and co-dependence on the power drill that some of the old and new players are exercising towards the masses that congregate around an over-simplistic definition of: «us».

Marketing of what’s happening. The branding of a transformational ride. The ultimate sensation of the revolution that is currently taking place, embracing our role in the consumer business of the interconected society, as we have all jumped into the band-wagon of the NEW world.

The computational capacity upgrade and the emergence of IA rapidly evolving as the algorithms capture more and more acurately the information that we willingly or blissfully unaware, share with the AI that’s rolled out seemlessly as a global experiment of the NEW evolving AI, but triggered by the understanding of a common stand for the greater good of our collective interconnected society.

I’ve experienced the risk of overeaching too far beyond, and I have been spelled from the system I’ve help to create. I’ve fallen out of love with the expression of interest in the struggle against our biggest fears taking place right in front of our eyes. And I’ve felt betrayed by my own incapacity to follow through, and by the lack of clarity to transfer the knowledge and experience generated across my own journey to where I am today. And I now know that I am ready to step through that barrier. And let go of the weight.

I’m back in the value business. And I will do my best to interconect the dots that the nine NEW dimentions will unleash in the quest around the first 99 days of 2025. This kickstarts the year of the ethernal return. It will take place in the course of action that has been designed and plotted as a cultural project that goes beyond time and space. It’s been here for oever 999 days, hours and some 99 formats that I will express and explain in at least 9 different ways. In 9 diderent categories.

It’s an old story.

And a brand new scope.

A NEW opportunity.

It’s linked with everything else.

Everywhere.

Here; now; then.

For the common good is the destination of the Tico Commons.

And this overexplanation will still 9 other ways to shape the actual launch of a Tico Commons. And this will happen as we go through the 99 days. You will too have a say in this relevant political reassessment. It’s all NEW from now on. Even in the political design of the agenda. A current active plan.

Join me.

I’m here to help.

Connecting the dots: evangelizing and feedbackloopping.

A classic NEW standard.

And the 99 local narratives.

The voices from beyond.

ALLS

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Make a difference

What to do when you have to do something else. Procastinate. That’s my life. I come here when I should be elsewhere, doing I don’t even remember what. So instead, I keep myself busy trying to figure out the time to get to the point. In the mean time, this.

It’s not an excuse. It’s rather a way out. Or a way in. What else should I be worried about if not something else trully more meaningful to me. I should be addressing my pressing concerns. And delivering the perfomance I aim to have if I get to the point right away. Something that leads to something else. I’m willing to take the stand. I’m leaping already.

It’s a gamechanging time. All the time. Everywhere. And I’m just getting started. But the ball is moving so fast I don’t seem to have the timing right. The ball has passed and I’ve lost the magic… unless the magic is there, still, and I’m just a few adjustements off, a few more drills away, to conquer back the state of mind needed for this performance to endure.

I’m ready to rock. Still, I need to do something else. I’ll get back to this when that’s done. But I wanted to make sure to give me this sigh.

So there.

Sigh.

ALLS

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Swift, Thomas Mann, Panofsky, Gombrich

On Moo Pak

Reading material from a reading source. Books that lead you to books. Writing about reading. Thought from another time, still present, still meaningful, still new. Ideas that go beyond the state of affairs, that turn out to be travelling fast nowadays. As always, in accordance with the feeling of each time, magnified by the disruption of sources of meaningless distractions. All the time. Everywhere.

Tuns out I have to read more. More sources. More books. Other cultures. It’s not new. It’s an old assignment. And I still have a to read list that tends to infinity. And yet, somehow, sometimes, I get in the zone, and accumulate a winning streak. I’m reading just about the amount of books I could handle. And still, sometimes, it feels like it’s not enough.

Johnathan Swift

You look at a writer’s picture and wonder. In this case, a painting. That’s the person. Under his skin, there’s the story. How did it come to mind at first? How did it evolve into the final draft of the finished print? How many people got involved in this process?

The writer is the lone creator on it own. It requires no one else to pitch in, while sometimes relevant feedback may help to assist the point. A good friends ear. An editor’s advice. A publisher desire to risk the chances of people caring. At that point, there are more people involved. We are now talking about the industry. About the market, and no longer about the writing in itself. But what’s good writing without readers. Just thoughts. Lonely ones. Aspirations. Melancholy.

Thomas Mann

Thomas Mann was the man. Cigarrete lit, winter gloves of a gentle-man. Carefully shaped and tendered mustage. Four button suit. Stern wooden chair. Glancing eyes.

Jonh and Tom enter a room. They came together. The room turns and judges the two charecters. Something is on. Everybody knows. They still keep their cool, as the spell has been bound, and the action is just waiting to reveal itself. It will take some time. It’s not loud. Not yet. It’s only intriguing. And sparkling. Nobody else has that chill. Yet the party has been transformed. In an unexpected way. A good way.

That’s how you differentiate writers. The ones that can enter the room and light up the space. And the ones that only do that when they enter into their world. Where everything, every card, every sense of joy, every precision, every spirit, every meaning, spells itself out into the page, while leaving nothing left in real life, but the empty container of curious mind without social skills. As writers, they both trascend, as it’s in reading where you build the immaculate communion of two minds, and evolve into the possibilities of creating yet another story, yet another tale, yet another creative outburst.

Van Dyke según Panofsky

You can write about anything. Stories, however, represent a different kind of writting. Everyone writes in their own terms. Art too can be narrated. Text lives beyond literature, and it may be printed on any given matter, in any given surface, for any given purpose.

Ernst Gombrich, Art historian

The Story of Art. Gombrich has influence the narrative of art. Up to the point in which the character of Moo Pak understood that these four characters were bound to be mentioned in a stream of thought, at any given time, to transfer a profound reference to something condensed in tiny hint. Context provides the first field of action. If you are outside of it, the sense of it slips by. And you go on. And so does the inintial intention of that given thought. So going back to capture them, is a matter of being able to rewind time. To back up. To read again. To read. For the first time. An author you don’t know, but now have a purpose to pursue.

ALLS