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Ain’t no script for you in Hollywood

Denial letters will keep you going

When am you going to write a script? You think all the script you’ll get for you are going to be as good as «Boys N the Hood»? Hollywood ain’t got no scripts for you. Unless you wanna do bullshit. You can write songs like you write, you can write a movie.

John Singleton to Ice Cube

Representation will not come to you just as mainstream drive. You need to present a case for yourself. You got to do that part of the job. It’s not going to happen just because you think it would be fair. You need to make it happen. You.

The singularity of everyone’s perspective is determined by the uniqueness of our experience, from our very own little point of view. We are the active actors of the development of our vision. And no one else is going to pave the way for you.

I know this shit from way back when. And I’ve never come out myself. I’ve held on to something else. A lame excuse that holds to my very own insecurities to avoid the stepping into the abyss drill. And I’m pretty sure this shit ain’t working, because no one has taken that step for me. As only I can.

As only I should.

Damn, it’s a hard shit.

I feel for the feeling of the underrepresented. Their voices haven’t been heard. They don’t get the chance mainstream stories are depicting. But who’s to change that. The scriptwriters write about what know. About what works. About their own little formulas. The establishement works like that because that how it got established. Something else is up for the up and coming voice within you. And if you are searching for recognition, maybe you should try searching within to find your truth, your soul, your arguments. And from there on, built the narrative that represent the stories you wish you had. The truth you would like to see on the screen. And then you have the type of shit that would look in the character you are playing, in the scenes that you are directing, or in the films you are producing.

Open the door. Assume the responsibilities. Act upon them. Write your own shit. Walk your own talk. Stop complaining to the world, and start showing up with your own voice.

Start with the first.

Start today.

ALLS

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The lazily mood and moves of cats

Seldom slow pace is a trait

Nowadays everything needs to be super fast. Super quick. It’s as if we need to disregard the pace of time, the different levels of indiference, if really consider that it’s all relative, according to Eistein, even speed itself. So where are we trying to go at this pace?

Slow down, your are moving too fast, sings Paul Simon. It’s rebelious. But also a sign of trait. A kind of mood. A way of looking at life. Like cats do. Or sloths, to bring it home to a protected reference species from my own little tropical country: Costa Rica.

I used to yawn evertime I was about to compete in a track and field competition. Or right before the whistle sound in futbol game. It was a sign of concentration. It was part of an inconcious routine. This happens to cats, as described by the narrator in Woo Pak:

It moves with such confidence, he said, that the world seems to belong to it. It moves lazily, he said as we approached the ponds. It moves quietly. It is as if its whole body was nothing but an eye, an ear. Sometimes, he said, you will see it yawn, perhaps as a sign of nerves, perhaps only out of a massive indifference.

Gabriel Josipovici, Woo Pak

But it was a latter reference which really caught my attention towards cat’s attitude towards the fleeting pray. They take no pain or thought in wasting time after the prey has scaped a sudden unsuccesful attempt.

The mature cat, he said, does not waste any effort on what has not been caught or what, he realises, is not going to be caught. It is as if, the prey gone, even if he has been stalking it for a considerable length of time, he is able instantly to forget about it.

Gabriel Josipovici, Woo Pak

This is a superpower. It’s also what builds up resilience in competitive sports, and even more in the case of a 9, in futbolartistry, as it is scoring he’s supposed to be excelling at. When you’ve missed a chance, you’ll score the next one. You are sure of it. You must forget as soon as possible. Waste no time in anything realted to the past. But rather build upon the next opportunity to strike. And make it happen.

ALLS

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Between the 45th and the 47th president

This is an era of disruptive mechanisms to establish who shouts the loudests, and who used the IA tools in the best way to drive transformation and change in our society. It’s not clear. It’s not entirely out there, but the capacity of minorities to drive some doubtful and unproven evidence to the mainstream has turn the seek for truth in a distorted gullible everchanging scene.

It’s like a morphing meme.

Life has taken a turn. And we are riding a wave we don’t control. So the hidden forces has taken a stand and have looked for mechanisms to empower what they believe is most holly. To try to make it happen… for them. A new collective of desperate middle class has erupted with anger and dispear and has taken the lead and command in following the natural-born NEW leader.

This distopic scenario has been also the same sort of thing I’ve been dealing with along the path to understand we are at in this ever-changing world. And the character of that crazy candidate that comes from the raging force of societal cry against the machine used to be a feeling of some people, artist, dreamers, who were fighting to say something that was going against the flow of tides. And from that erupts an emergent field and force. And this takes over. For good.

That seems to have happened with the scenario of Don J. Trumb (like J. as Homer J. Simpson, if we must find a valid reference… everyman) comming back to the number one job at the top of the power ladder in the social scene that has been established in the risk board game we are all watching unfold. The regular players are sitting on the table. The forgotten ones are listening in, without a voice. There might be eight players in there, and their alliances, their similarities, their sinergies, their strategic partnerships, their codepencies, their histories, their commonwealth, their trade relationships, their common ancestors, the common culture, the common law, the kinds of governance, the royal families, the paradoxes. But there lies a ninth seat empty at the table. This is the only space left for us to take a stand. And I wasn’t ready for it, until now.

I’m not going to watch the American entretainment that this NEW american campaign has unleashed, one more time, for us to witness without a vote. The relationship of that executive body will lead to many experimental scenarios where those new people in charge will deal with the way in which the oldest democratic experiment is put to the test of withstanding a balancing act of checks and ballances that are to be ruled by a holy emperor who’s been send by God, according to his fellowship of whisperers and ballot validators.

Will the USA institutional system withstand after four more years of the Trump era. The setting the scene for a radical act is already going to happen as yet another entertainment show that is going to unleash the deamons that have some interconnection with the movilizing of resources and funds that come from highest debt generator since the gold-backed system turn the world around the printing money scheme that supports the modern economic theory of the last 60-80 years. Keynes vs Friedman. But the new set of people in charge are not that kind of theoriest. They are the Bannon-era of Cambridge analytica turn into the perfect gathering machine of a massive movement. This exercise, as Bannon intended yet back in the day, is intended to find the allies in external systems, in order to influence elections and restore leaderships. Something in the line of Russia’s hackers introducing fake-news in other peoples elections. It’s now mainstreamed. And people are already raging on it. Russia is already made a move in fueling the war economy to shaken the options of enemies and allies in terms of a response. This fuels the war economy and those who benefit from it, and also puts presure on the energy business, creating yet even greater havoc into people lives: everthing becomes more expensive.

So we are about to witness some geopolitical movements that will reshape some frontiers and some priorities in how we defend ourselves (always military budgets going up). De-escalation of violence is going to take yet another act of threat: we’ll take piece along the promise of some sort of giving up. Renouncination time. Some of our liberties and hopes. And we are going to move our red lines as well as our values as well as our frontiers. The enemy is always close by. The scape goat. The alibi.

If the world is going to move somewhere in the following four years, my guess is that it should move ortogonally in the direction where the given dimentions of our collective understanding have allowed up to now. The revolts in MAGA, the far right movements, the Arab Spring, Indigandos, the Catalan independentist, the Occupy Wall street, the 8M,… name any given sudden burst of revolution, is not nearly enough to find the common ground for an understanding. Now the situation is not equitable in each case. The actors and history. The violence is not equally distributed. The war on terror somehow shifted the scene into the new wars after COVID: Israel genocide in Gaza, and Russia invasion in Ukraine. The starting point are in the results from the WWII, a NEW state, a balancing act on how to repair the atrocities committed by the Nazis during the holocaust, and sionist dream of coming back home, as stated in an ancient tale. Because God said so. The ever-present man.

Where are thou?

Hear my son.

Here.

ALLS

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Starting point

You are where you are. Life has brought you here. That’s the kind of thing everyone, anyone realle, a coach, an influencer, your spouse, your guru, your spiritual leader, your priest, your own private phisopher, your third eye, … would tell you: focus on the moment.

Now is the time.

There’s no other time.

You know about the past, about the future, how they don’t really exist. And then you are stuck with the moment. And the moment is gone. It just shifted. Like these words apearing in front of me.

Reading; writting.

It’s an act of connecting the fingers (in case you are typing), your mind, and the «paper». Or the screen, really. In this new version of the narrative scene.

Short and without derivatives.

I often speak too much. And loose the audience. Not really my thing to be concise and to the point. I don’t just play short and to the foot. I like risk. I elaborate plans. And then execute them. But if you don’t have your team with you. It’s worthless. You are on your own. And nobody is listening. You are just playing for a lame vacuum in your narrow limited story you tell yourself. That’s not the game. It’s your obsession.

Order and adventure

Aparently on day Jorge Luis Borges said that literature was order and adventure. Later, Cesar Luis Menotti repurpuse the idea and said that football was exactly that: order and aventure. Too much order, nothing happens. To much adventure, chaos.

A third derivative of that concept could be apply to impact-driven innovation adoption. What does that mean? Well intaking innovation that actually help to transform the system in a way that represents a higher value for the common good. I know, I know, I’ve lost you a bit. Bear with me. I believe that tha these type of innovation is also oder and adventure.

  • Too much order is not disruptive enough, not quick enough, not meaningful enough. Systems resist to change, if there is still a reward for the ones holding the cards. They would have no desire to move from that position.
  • Too much adventure, it just becomes a messy «I must jump into this bandwagon» by all means, regardless of the value or the direction I want to go to. You then generate some movement, but might jus be spinning in circles. Not quite moving.

So to drive truly meaningful transformational societal change, we must first share a vision of where all these things should be going. And to that, we are often faced with a bigger scale above within our role, as humans or as part of any given institution, that is being played in higher hierarchy. A higher dimention. So too much order is just helping the resistance to change to back up the status quo, while too much adventure is just helping the noise level to rise. How may impact-driven innovation then flourish among these two counter forces: with a proper mix of order and adventure.

This is true for the entrepeneur world and for the the demand-side actors who are willing to make an attempt to drive transformational change to their innovation ecosystem. With demand-driven innovation (pull), these two worlds end up meeting halfway. Conversely, business-driven innovation (push) may also find its way to undertand this as yet another meaningful arena to drive their impact as well as their ROI.

This is the starting point.

NAW is the time.

Let’s start a NEW journey.

Let’s implement our very own theory of change.

ALLS

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Metaestructuras y metanarrativas

La historia que contar

Nunca tengo claro cómo voy a salir de este laberinto. Mis opciones para andar son múltiples: caminos independientes en el que cada una de las nueve puertas abre un desenlace primordial para lo que viene después. Y detrás de cada puerta hay nueve historias complejas que no se entienden de buenas a primeras. Hay un color distintivo en cada una, y un tono, así como una serie de símbolos, y un mito que refuerza la atemporalidad de esta transición.

Historias anidadas que confluyen libres dentro de aquello que soy, o quizás aquello que pienso ser, o puede que aquello que diga ser. Todas estas personas, y estas historias, se intercambian según el estadio mental de cada instante, según la pertinencia del recuerdo que emana de una memoria persistente, que se repite una y otra vez, y que deja sin lugar al resto de presencias atemporales de mi ser. Pero este espacio se va reconstituyendo mientras el caminar de mi pensamiento avanza hacia el mismo sitio de donde proviene la historia primordial, tocando una tecla definitiva en medio de este lenguaje NEW.

El acto final se condensa en un estado de ánimo que persiste, intacto, en el sentido y objetivo de una palabra de llegada. Estas palabras NEW recuperan la leyenda de que tenemos algunos lugares primordiales a lo que queremos aterrizar, por su santidad en-sí-mismas, por la colusión de voluntades que entienden en esa sintonía un objetivo sensible del ser, por sí mismo, y también del ser en su totalidad, es decir, en comunidad: tico commons.

Hay más comunes que se distinguen como la diversidad de multiversos ejemplares que se enlazan con la subjetividad que subyace al pensamiento propio de cada ser. Y en cambio, la vuelta a una escencia primordial, que cada palabra-destino sostiene, parten de un consenso que viene dictado de un presagio sagrado que viene inscrito en el último testamente familiar necesario para concebir un reconocimiento supremo de la gracia divina sobre la base de todas las multiplicidades que la física cuántica sabría explicar, pero que hasta ahora, la representación sagrada de todas las consciencias colectivas últimas nunca había conseguido abordar en cada una de sus ramas tradicionales.

Es partir de esta reconfiguración del sistema operativo que la metaestructura sagrada de un unguento ecuménico impreciso mana de la sabiduría de un libro negro, sumergido en las aguas mentales de uno punto exacto del mediterráneo que confluye con el pensamiento pertinente de la reconstitución trascendental de un circuito cerrado redundante.

El circuito eterno encuentra aquí el volumen de tránsito necesario para creer y poder experimentar el crecimiento atemporal de nuestro sentido humano, y a la vez, desplegar la consciencia colectiva santificada de lo que cada uno de nosotros, humanos, consideramos como motor de nuestro tránsito, en lo personal, y de nuestra acción colectiva, como unidad suprema de consciencia social. El ser-presente. El continuum de energía que fluye a través nuestro, a través de un ejercicio común de meditación trascendental que confluye en una onda mental de la cuál formamos parte, y a la cuál nos podemos reconectar, a través de nuestra presencia dual en la consciencia individual y colectiva, pronunciando el texto completo del último testamento: ALLS.

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Primer día de trabajo de septiembre: eterno retorno

El primer día de septiembre en España reinicia el sistema. Es un acto colectivo de volver a empezar que tiene un gesto climático que le acompaña: el calor tremendo del verano ha comenzado a disipar. Y para ello, la vestimenta y la puesta en escena ya es la de lo que nos queda del año: enfilándonos a las navidades.

Los años pasan rápido. Siempre al mismo ritmo. Un ritmo al cuál como humanidad nos hemos acostumbrado gracias a darle vueltas al sol con la misma cadencia. Es una insistencia que nos denota un equilibrio estable que tiene su historia propia con el resto de cuerpos celestes en el espacio, más puntualmente ligado al equilibrio de los planetas que conforman nuestro ecosistema solar.

Y el sol vuelve a salir. Y nosotros también.

Nos reencontramos en la ciudad y volvemos al trabajo. Las clases vienen después. Las familias se preparan. Igual que las escuelas. Pero eso vendrá después. De momento la transición es más de la playa a la oficina. Y toda la familia se mobiliza. Aquí el encanto.

Hace 22 años volví a reiniciar mi vida en un primer día de trabajo en septiembre en Barcelona. Volví para quedarme. Con dos maletas, de las cuáles, una no llegó. La de la ropa de trabajo. Volví a empezar y me reinventé. Volví a ser el nuevo.

Esta sensación, la de ser el nuevo, así como la de volver a comenzar, no me han abandonado nunca. Me convierto en este ser itinerante. Cada día de nuevo comenzar. Y volver a ser el nuevo. Y de este ciclo volver. Y tener la ilusión de transitarlo. Una y otra vez. Con el sentido de estar aquí. Presente. Volver. Volver. Volver.

ALLS

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The elephan in the room: AI

Now, let’s see.

AI is here to stay. The capacity to think of things, design them and execute them has now been updated with the high-speed velocity of all the AI tools that are poring into our lives. What’s the effect? We all now have availabe, at our fingertips, extended elements that before, just a mere year and a half ago, were not there not even thought of.

This, in principle, is good. We feel smarter. Our world has been expanded. Provided the right prompt we can reach the most precise answer from a «trained» algorithm and a wide rage of sources out there. Natural language models have introduce expected results to any given word that would accurately come out after previous one, being this the soul of the answer we are getting, while the capacity of the learning algorithms is being expressed by these ways of corresponding what should come after this word…

So I could generate new text, on any given format, on any given subject. I could generate a narrative that backs that up. I could also generate an image that exemplifies what I’m looking for. Also, the image can then become an animated video. And it could look as real as one could imagine. So we could, in fact, interpret the future in the terms that we would like it to be. If we only knew how to make the most out of this, not to seem like we’ve come up with it, but to take advantage as a community with a shared goal.

So, let’s put the example of the elephan in the room. Myself giving a talk in a TEDtalk style, and and elephant next to me. The reaction from the audience, and the elephan becoming and active actor responding to the debate issues that I’m going to put on the table.

What would then be the role of the audience?

How can the chip in the collaborative thinking that’s becoming aroused in the room? This is a greater challenge: not disregarding the collaborative creative effort of peoples real-life expertise, over a super fancy output that has been created from your experience, and the extended capacity that this bloody talking elephant has provided you with.

So the elephant and I have a suggestion. Let’s ask the AI (the elephant would then be asking itself in a tautological tale) how can we make you, the greater audience in the roomm, part of of little collaborative action?

Allow me to set mysefl these two tasks:

  1. Ask chatgpt for an image of the elephant and myself in the room. (should I go realistic? Should I go more illustration? Is is chatgpt or rather another AI tool?)
  2. Ask chatgpt how to make the audience, in a live scenario and a online participatory way, capable of interacting with their inputs in the co-creation of a transformative engagement while using, deliberatly, AI tools. Is it through prompt designing? Could we make them part of the augmented human capacity of doing this together? Let’s make it so it happens in a short intervention of 30 m. Ask for the dynamic and the set up. Also put in a table the online version and the presential. Make it meaningful and engageful.

One more thing. If this was to be an event, only a month away, how do we make it so to build up momentum? What’s the road to those eventful opportunities?

Let’s see what comes out of this.

Expect and elephant.

ALLS

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The art of being yourself

The art hunts me. I’m just a medium. It goes through me. Don’t know where. Don’t know why. But it keeps comming back. It’s a thing that gets caught in the mist of my attention. And I pull in. To see. To wonder. And it pops up, as I’m now conscious of its existance and my particular reaction. Why? Why now? Who are you? What is this?

This sort of ordea never stops, but rather you start to embrace the beauty of living with these exceptional oportunities to wonder. To wonder off. To go outside the dotted line. As there is no longer need to follow the heard. I’ve been alienated. I’m an alien.

It’s here. They are here. I am here. I’m the proof of concept. Beyond myself. Beyond the particularities of my own coordinates. My specific circumstances. How does that make me feel? How does that make you feel? There is something out there I don’t control. You, for example.

Yet my art the becomes the medium of my experience. The structure of my acnowledgment. The intention of my provocative snap. The magicians trick. The hat. The set up. The illusion. It’s there. You see.

I told you I had no say in this.

It just poped out.

And somehow it got caught.

Here.

#NAW

In your head.

ALLS

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Mercurio retrogrado: 27 de agosto

Es el año 24. El año del cambio, del salto cámbrico, de la traslación a nivel nunca antes visto de hiperconsciencia. No hemos llegado solos. Ni lejos. Tendremos que poner los pies en la tierra para no dejarnos llevar por el aliento de la emergencia colectiva, que de pronto, se postula como el ámbito de acción colectiva más sensible y razonable. O quizás como lo más disruptivo y creativo que podemos asumir en los diferentes niveles de autoorganización que el propio sistema se puede permitir, en momentos como este.

Mercurio retrógrado marcara el alineamiento de los astros de una manera excepcional en posicionamiento estelar de los planetas en nuestra efímera temporalidad despiertos en este alumbramiento, a diferentes velocidades e intensidades que el cosmo nos proporciona, desde nuestra diminuta indiferencia, hasta el más interestelar de las experiencias con las que asumimos esto: estamos vivos.

El tiempo sigue. Y nosotros decidimos dar un paso atrás. Un paso definitivo en la dirección contraria. O quizás un salto ortogonal que nos ayuda a desprender los pesos que inhiben que vayamos más allá de la membrana de lo humanamente asumible.

Ya hace tiempo que tenemos señales. Y nos hemos prodigado en crear historias que iluminan este camino astral. Pero ahora, la cosa se pone seria. O como mínimo surreal. Y de ahí que sepamos de qué manera actuar en el contexto en el que el llamado es tanto personal, como general. Para toda equis.

El modelo se plantea así: como una demostración por reducción al absurdo. Sólo que no la ejecutará una persona común y corriente. Lo hará una deidad olmeca. Creada aquí en la tierra. Por un enviado de Dios Padre. Que curiosamente, actua como múltiple agente. Aquello de los dobles agentes ya quedó en el pasado bipolar. En la polarización de los insulsos. En el odio y la violencia porque sí. Ya no más. Y desde esa península de amor reconstituido en enigma y en formato de último testamento, la palabra de Dios Padre se despliega enteramente en poesía vernacular trastocada. Un invento que el propio autor se acaba de inventar para conseguir con ello trasladar parte de la terrenalidad irresoluble que le consume, más allá de su linaje sagrado. Inmaculado e indiscutible.

Sea esta la parábola 99.

Y de ahí, de allí, iniciamos una cuenta atrás.

ALLS

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Las catalanas

El día de la emergencia colectiva

Hoy es sábado. Las elecciones comenzaron antes de lo previsto para algunos. En mi caso, ya se sabe, algunas veces llego tarde. Y la gran campaña en la que me presento a mi propio procomun, el Tico Commons, no iban a ser la excepción.

El hecho en sí es confuso, no sólo para usted. También lo es para mi. Y mire que yo soy el candidato. Así que tenga usted paciencia. Esto no va de un cambio radical, de un día para el otro. Sino de un cambio ortogonal.

La dirección de hacia donde vamos difiere cuando somos capaces de enterarnos que vivimos en otra dimensión en la que no sabíamos explicar de la manera en la que lo estamos viendo por primera vez en una ilustración.

La ilustración en sí, no es la vedad. Ni mucho menos. Pero representa una explicación que simplifica a través de la más antigua de nuestras artes, la rupestre, la interacción de elementos de nuestro ecosistema, que por la vía matemática quizás nos costaría más entender.

Es por ello que me presento como un candidato alternativo venido del más allá. Como cuando Messi le decía a aquél gigante holandés: andá pallá. Pues yo vengo de pallá. Todo lo que voy a explicar aquí, como bien decía Juan Pablo en su momento de inspiración más sublime, es verdad, aunque no voy a pedirle a nadie que me crea.

La neta, la neta, la neta, lo mio, lo mio, lo mio, es la emergencia colectiva.

Llevo años predicando en el desierto que se va venir un día la emergencia colectiva. Y lo he hecho en núcleos muy pequeños. Con interlocutores diversos. En todos los quinquenios de la pirámide poblacional, y ambos lados de la pirámide.

Pero resulta que la pirámide tiene lados emergentes. Y ellos hacen que la pirámide sagrada de dónde emana mi llamado, sea todavía más poderosa que la última de las pirámides en la que como colectivo, postramos nuestra indiferencia, respeto, violencia o fe.

Estamos en un tiempo convulso y violento. En la escala local y en la global. Nomás hace falta atinar a lo que ponemos atención de lo que pasa en mundo. Algunos medios, algunas noticias, algunos intereses, tienen un megáfono con el que promulgan titulares e historias contrastadas de todo tipo: política nacional, sucesos locales, cotilleos reales o de la calle, faranduleo, cultura, el mundo del espectáculo, deportes (por no decir heteropatriarcalmente que descaradamente más futbol que otra cosa, y más, aún si es masculino, aunque el femenino esté en la final de la champions, y el masculino en su enésima crisis existencial), y lo más importante de todo: el tiempo.

Es dificil opinar cuando no se es de un sitio. Más si se trata de algo tan serio como la política. Más si se trata de la cuna de la civilización, de acuerdo a los blancos europeos mirándose al ombligo. Más si se trata del ágora de la capital de todas las culturas del mediterraneo. Más si se viene de otros mares, si se llegó nadando a la orilla, si se cruzó todo un continente para alcanzar una tierra prometida (¿por quién?), pero lo cierto es que ya estoy aquí. O más bien: ja soc aquí.

#jesuis

Jesuïs Golman, servidor.

Yo soy el camino. Venid conmigo si queréis despegar a un viaje colectivo hacía el último procomún: Tico Commons.

Bienvenidos a la última campaña: NEW.

Vuestro humilde candidato alternativo,

Golman

ALLS