El nou d’un poble nou: TICATALUÑA
Jo estaria aquí.
Yo habría aterrizado aquí.
Y nos hubiéramos subido a nuestra sagrada trayectoria al ser eterno: Quetzalcoatl.
NEWQUE.
Los pájaros sagrados, aún cuando serpiente, aguas.
El pueblo de uno como si fuera el centro del mundo.
Lo que hace Europa con todo.
Y lo que implica Ticataluña como antípodas.
¿Qué pedo?
¿Muy hard?
Vamos soft.
No me molesta cambiar de parecer.
Piénsalo.
Decálogo.
¿Qué te dice a tí eso?
Ticatalán.
Turns out there’s only six.
Dimentions, I mean.
We can only belong to the sixth level.
And no more.
And you deal with that.
Finity.
Now.
Over.
Sudenly you were visited by an ancient God figure: SHE-HE. Duality in terms of a NEW cosmovision. This is it people. This message came directly from GOD Father, JIMSELF. Any question up NAW?
That there is a poem, people. I have to go in like this and spell it out to you, you should be ashamed of yourself. What are you a JUSTHE?
The nontransitioners cult.
Judges treat them as such. There were problems in the air tonight. Elton John singer. I can play just this nine roles I can deliver to purpurt the social convenant of his NEW shit that we could have been doing instead of this last 9 years of shit we’ve been fed up to now: ALLS.
I’m a futbolartist: a just hit homeruns&triplets.
I’m that surreal.
That there is poem, biatches!
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And an infinite road to a poetic exit through an epic journey that decides to withold the revealing first flight towards the ends into the past. We are leaving in nine cycles of nie: el nou els té cuadrats. S’història d’un nou vingut en esser sagrat que vola que és quelcom aliga, digues un cop més fort i am el respecte que el meu simbol sagrat de la sororitat del mon pensat per les meves SHE del nostre costat del mon, fills de ____ no diguis mai mes putes, ni fill de putas, ni fill de puta, perque a partir d’hora no està bén vist. Ho faries?
Qué pasa?
Qué pasa?
Ningú no és perfecte.
Tots heu tirat la primera pedra.
Això és un desproposit.
Uns i altres.
Sou l’hostia de subnormals.
En, com a mínim, nou nivells de subnormalitat.
No em perdonariau si no fos senyera d’aquest concepte.
L’insolencia com a himne.
Els segretats dels segadors dels chamanes locals de tota la Serra Madre Occidental, que us penseu que per nosaltres signifiquen les muntanyes en coordilleres com corren en el meu continent. Fills d’un esser complementari i a les antipodes que vosaltres coneixeu com Déu Pare l’occidental aquell pintat el sostres de les nostres creencies més prondundes, pels sigles dels segles.
Anem.
I tots anem juntes.
Feminitzades.
Cap enrere.
Al nostre pasat.
Per a fer-ho tot diferent.
Lliures.
De canviar.
O de reviure.
Lliures de l’elecció del record subtil de la memoria de les nostres infanteses.
Tot i que sigui femni em representa.
El nou macho no existeix.
S’ha exaurit.
És una pena.
Deixar anar pensaments sofocants.
I treure de sobre un pes a les esquenes qué collons sóm nosaltres jungant-nos la trabanqueta personal.
Sóm així de subnormals.
Mola esser subnormals.
Mola esser Carmen Mola.
Sóc un dels putos guionistes.
Que tot és una farsa.
Qué ja ho deia En Boig.
Amb tot aquet nou respecte: NEW.
Sigui NEW un nou respecte.
I transitem tots cap l’omplir de significat una metáfora a dins d’una paraula nova.
Més allà de Christ.
Sóc el germà gran-petit d’en Jesús, molt bones, em dic Golman i sóc un futbolartista.
M’e he escrit un guio cap enrere.
Només per fer mal al temps.
O bé.
Agafar-li la contraria.
Al pare heteropatriarcat.
A tot plegat.
I deixar anar això de totes i tots: PLEGATS.
Ajunteu-vos-JÜNTENSE-Jürguenssen-Júntensen_ALLS.
El abrazo.
Abrazo de la liberación de la clase obrera de la capital de un tiempo atrás: hace 99 años.
Entendamos la historia por detrás.
Retratemos la reversa.
Andémonos todos a la mierda.
A quién quieren seguir, bola de pendejos.
Vayan y chinguen a su madre.
Unos a la verga.
Y nosotros aquí; qüilantros.
Pero yo también me paso de verga.
Se me va el pedo.
Pierdo la cabeza.
S’ens va la olla.
De tot lo que estimem a la nostra filla.
Per fer-li un coxi a esser qui ella vulgui esser en el contexte d’un mon nou.
I tots plegats ens repleguem.
Ens aturem.
Com la pandemia aquella.
Vos enrecordes?
Això és un poema èpic NEW.
Un cap de cartell.
D’un poble NEW.
Un nou pensament.
Quelcom sublim.
En una sonata d’un altra dimensió.
En un sentit invers.
En una llengua nova.
Quelcoma va dir: ticatalá.
Vull digui, sigui això la llengua que em surt dels our dir que m’he inventat tot sól jo. Us atrevereu a pensar que aixó hagui pogut esser un plagui, o un pensament que m’he robat de quelcom compadre amb els que ems creu mentre hi vaig caminat de la muntanya a la platja, de muntanya en muntanya, de cim a cim, a vall i valls, a unes vistes al mar, i el mar et mira i el sol et fa poder expresar el moviment amb el que gauideix del privilegui d’esser viu i continu en el temps en el que llegueixes això i de sobte ho cantes com si fos un himne un nou llegat d’un esser nou vingut de fora, un nou boit d’un altre dimensió, segons ell molt més de sis dimensions més enllà de lo que fins ara haviem volgut per les limitacions de que soliem esser dominat per un pensament hegemonic heteropatriarca dominat per als homes, en general, i al cim de cada turo pujant i baixant per les coordenades d’un espai-temps ampliat al limit de les possibilitats que entre nosaltres hi som capaços d’en revestir per a connectar amb la comunitat NEW que es conecta en direcció inversa a la que el estatus quo continuarà tot sól fins al desplegament final de la nostra imbecilitat d’uns alphas subnormals musculat zenofobs mascles ultres d’un únic esser necesari: l’estim de l’excerció de la violencia. L’odi.
Dins teu.
Ug.
Ug.
Ug.
Ug.
Ug.
Ug.
Ug.
Ug.
UG.
Imagine that’s the lowest you’ll ever fall. It’s pretty down deep in shit. Like you’ve never even imagine it’d be possible to fall so damn low, Jesus Christ, my bro.
I treat Jesus like a bro because that’s what he is. He’s the greatest. You all should hear what a performer can do to overcome the most complex scenarios of Status Quo led by only MEN like the current history of our official TIME.
I want out.
Out of that time.
I want my own kind of time.
So I’l take it.
I’ll prove it.
I’ll change directions.
And go the exact opposite way.
As I have the freedom to despise the status quo.
We all do.
In every coodinate of the entire NEW gaia.
The blue pearl Stutzrule.
That’s my section name.
I’ll follow what Sir Stutz recommended Jonah Hill.
A cámara, you and the greatest psicologist.
Casting of 99 psicologist.
WO.
MAN.
NEW.
This is an eureka moment.
You can learn through several diferent ways. Books, for starters. But you can also learn from well executed condensed imagery. As if we could learn something from a Dalí painting. By focusing on the details. By mearly looking. And opening up to what that brings into your social knowledge. That’s when I knew there’s a new way of learning: infographing.
I am expert in NEW language. We’ve been in 1984 for quite some time now. It better be time to speed up the race and find ourselves within this social system that’s looking down upon us. As is now time.
What we search for seems to be the key factor on our knowledge formation. We might not even be searching anymore as we are getting all our input from other sources. Like books, for readers. Or social media, for the greater base. Books vs social media battles. I can’t hardly wait for some of these ideas to really emerge. Once they come our of my mind and deliver some shaky shaky moves onto the NEW world.
But think on how the result changes from altering what you are searching for. Imagine instead of looking for «Dalí surrealista» you search for «Dalí paintings». Would the result be much diferent. Probably not. But it’s just a mere result from the accumulation of data and labeling strategy from a numerous amount of sources, and the special salsa Lizano that Google might have had the intention to spice up that specific search you were aiming at. Let’s take a look:
The result is diferent, and the same. Still three melting clocks. That seems to be the front of Dalí’s representation to the world. That’s what a Simpson’s cartoonist would take to represent surrealism from this specific source. We are drawn into it. We could try to get more specifi, but in this case, that’s not relevant, nor the point. Not even Dalí is the point. Nor surrealism, no matter how central both are. The imagery would be how and what you would be able to learn from a representation of concepts in a single canvas. And how much of that could represent a learning experience.
Infography learning is much more simple than that. It’s to be able to learn from the result of users/experts making complex concepts into popular visual search results on any given search engine. We go to google because we rely on their algorith, like white on rice, or like a catholic on a holy mary. Maybe we are biased. Maybe we don’t even know. But how do make our search significant?
We search for what we can learn to make a better life experience. A bigger wider view. A wholy flow. Or a holy guacamole.
So how did I come accros infography learning. My man oceanoinfierno: one more time.
Oceanoinfierno is a bigger than life character on the net. He’s one of the most influential voices of my time. And we’ve wondered around public space in the search for higher quest. Like an alternative world rather than just mearly following the path of the sheep back to the farm. Somehow we got out of the maze a long time ago. And we doze off searching for a true sense of what and how we should give back to a NEW society. And, as usual, we failed.
We first tried to change the system from inside. To play the cards of innovation and development like they were being played by the rulers of the status quo. And we taught the system. We played right into them. And that knowledge helped others push up their boundaries. And we were kicked out, in my case, and elevated, in his. But he stepped out. He was kicking it with the major league rulers. As they found his NEWspeak useful. And they understood the future of their adapting system. And used him as a tool, as we are used by the system. But he said no. And dropped the mic.
We went into serveral intents of social change. We’ve always been driven to change the status quo. Upside down. That’s the search we’ve been digging for. First we unocent, though unogonu, and then with socialzheimer. Then, years later, with supercuidadoras. All of the social networks. All of them some sort of platform. All of them never saw the light. We are beta negative.
So we are back to zero. Back to the drawing board of society. Like society, as a whole, once again. And we are aiming for the greater change. The systemic reconstruction. Adaptive collective systems poping up to reach an iterated NEW estate. Still: same goal.
So Alex send me a voice message: dude I know how we should be doing our projects: UX and desing thinking. Learn about it. Take a webinar. It’s our time.
So I googled: user experience. And then: eureka. Infography learning. I can identify from the images of very widespread topics like UX the knowledge framework therein. And I could then try to intake the selflearning mechaninsms to understand that big picture that has already been layed out for me in those infographies. So in a glimpse, and further study process, I can become an expert on that topic, probably faster than anyone else who hasn’t been trying to change the world during the last 9 years. Or 12. I lost count, as I lost myself, from that given path I was supposed to have taken, but too decided to leave behind.
So this is what I got:
