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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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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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On writing from the top of your head

Study on Moo Pak, by Gabriel Josipovici

By Golman

«Only the last paragraph can tell you whether you’ve got the first paragraph right, he said, only the last word can make sense of the first.»

Gabriel Josipovici, Moo Pak

I was handed this book yesterday by Ferran Ràfols, who’s the translator of the book to catalan. The book is signed, and while he thought he had another copy of the book, he didn’t so he made sure to clear things up: «Ei, when you send me that message yesterday, and from the talk we had the other day, I remember I told you about this book. But, bear in mind that I thought I had too copies, but I don’t, so I want I will need it back».

Fair enough. Clarity is very relevant to build trust among people. Besides, I told him that this sort of thing would inspire me to see how to extract from this reading my own personal notes given the circumstances where I will not be able to mark the pages, and doodle the margins with those sactions of my thoughts that populate my persona library, and that are there quitely waiting for me to back to them, and make something out of them.

This way, I’ll be forced to do something else. And this text is what I’ve figured out to produce in order to extract the knowledge from this recomendation, in a time where I’m trying to find myself the vehicle to kick start a narrative with my name on the cover.

So here we are, a couple of pages in, and already get anxious from leaving stuff behind that I wish I would have made a note on. The fact is that the conversation that the narrator is having in the very first page of the book binds me to the idea that I will encounter a place where I will be drawing some lines that connect my mind with both the characters and the author. And I will be pursuing the reverse engineering of a creative process that expells my own demons towards the pages of voices that reasemble the structure of my desired tales. This long battle within.

So I stumbled upon this quote, and I thought about using this format. Other format would have been to make an ilustration, like all those that are stacked within the pages of my notebooks. That’s certainly a way to go about it, but I’m going to take this path of writting it directly in my page, as the narrative is exposing just the opposite of my own process, in at least two ways.

First, the narrator explains that he has given up writing by hand. I actually, a few year back, did the reverse move: I went to handwriting in order to find the expression and tension of my caligraphy, and to be bound to measure of the page, the spaces between the top of the page, the size of my lettering, and the purity of my stroke. While the character gave up writting in order to explore type writting. That is to use a classic Olivetti that could allow him to se the words coming out the page, but also be limited by the capacity of blank sheet of paper. The written printed words out there. From the very beginning. It’s clearly an appealing feature to write and get it right. So he goes about the way in which in order to do so, he has the capacity to keep going, until he gets to the end. And once printed, or once he’s found the mistaken word, sentence of paragraph, starting over from the top of the page provides a second exercise of getting close to the truth. As you copy your own words, but now out of the printed version, the formality and decisiveness of that text no longer presents the doubts those same words bare when they were being thrown into the page. And that’s a beaufiful step forward that I need to revisit as in my personal struggle I need to jump into a new phase: re-reading my own texts and editing them to finally get the worked out version of what I really want to share with the world.

So while his friends insist that the new thing would be to use text processor, from an Apple or a Mackintosh (that provides a clue as to when the character is dealing with this issue), he rather stays within the realm of the typewritter structure, that allows him to go page by page.

At some point I took that detour too. I stopped using word documents to shift-up towards the publishing bit of an online wordpress format. More like the friends of the narrator, I was propelled of the word document to try to get something out there, and the word files were pilling within the folders of oblivion.

So this too is a tension point between Josipovici’s approach and my own. And this how I will intend to find the common links and bridges from my own mindset to his own. And I am using a relevant messenger to transpose these two worlds: Ferran’s advice to do so.

And I’ve made up my mind just now: instead of going on and on, I’ll stop here and work out a single text, as short as around nine paragraphs would allow, to extract a written effect from a quote from Moo Pak. This is my new format. This exercise will allow me to unleash from my own gatekeepers.

ALLS

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Starting at the top of the page

When I write I just let go of myself. I see the stuff coming out of the screen as if it is something that’s just been produced by an electric interaction among the components of my brain. And in a way, that’s what’s happening. But in a more deeper way, what’s going on here is a connection of the immediacy that occurs among the fingertips of my hands, working like a pianist composes, to come out with a sentence, a word, or an entire paragraph, that somehow tells my story.

I’ve just encounter a way to move forward by showing up to places and interacting with people that could allow me to produce a further essence of the next step in my creative process. I need to force the entry to the places I know I have to show up to. And they are not going to come to me if I don’t knock out the walls that I’ve paved so close around my confort zone that my moving out towards the place of action is not quite occuring by yet another pause. Action takes a move. Even if it’s a slow move, but in the right direction, that could be all I need. Day by day.

I’ve had this force driven me before. Like in any given moment in which I’ve set out myself to define a campaign of any kind. I’ve worked around my own personal campaign. For any given election. For any given «selling point». For any given project. And there is too much noise already in the surroundings to pay attention to yet another fool. But that’s the case for all of us. That’s the cas for any given soul, who’s trying to come out of the shell, and cry out to the world: «listen to this«.

It’s not listen to me.

It’s this.

It’s the form of you tought. The complexity or simplicity of the way in which the story is being exposed. The ancient art of showing up. With something worth reading. Something worth digging. Something that builds up a wish-to-go-somewhere-else.

I’m constantly moving. And hiding. I’ve been hiding from myself, my pathway, and my inevitable fall. I’ve been delaying the confrontation with that other moment of dealing with the reactions towards my expression: doubt, fear, anger, joy, laughter, pity, ressonance, dispear, anxiety, revolution, meh,…

It’s a game of reflections, shadows, mirrors and deceit. And among all those different spectrums, there is something laying thin among the substance of how it’s all interconnected. It’s that complex framework, the lines that connect the different aparently unrelated states what moves me to continue to explore. I’ve been exploring for so long, and now I need to convince myself to reinterpret the time and the things that I’ve written, expressed, doodled, in so many as 999 places, where the essence of myself was able to break the lock that kept me hid. It’s this second time around the one that counts. It’s this time, through this effort, where I will find the balance of my field. The nature of this NEW me.

NEW us.

NEWUS.

NEWME.

NEWI.

NEWAI.

I’ve been playing along in a different dimention. I’m ready to connect back with my previous self. And go beyond both places, to an orthogonal direction: NEW.

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Breaking gol

I’ve had a dream.

In this dream I was cruising into a coming to age story. I was unfolding the character within myself, invetably going down the slope of an enormous ordeal. I was clearly breaking gol.

Walter White was in the story, but it was actually me. So was Jessy Pinkman. It was in the middle of Karachi, in a round about that was ancient, a bit like it was 400 years ago, and still with the current chaos of a traffic jam from the confusion and flow of any given day in main road of this great city.

Somehow my character in the dream started doing some hipopressive exercises that eventually got me out of the dream, and into this post. And here we are. Or rather, here I am.

I’m about to break loose. I need to keep a sharp focus on what’s going to happen in between every count of my transformation. And the characters transformation, starting from the initial presentation of Golman. However it turns out to be. Whichever dimention I land into with. And I don’t control that. Not even from the moment I cannot dissasociate my own account, and the one that’s being delivered by this fictional story.

Fiction and reality merge. At some point you are playing the masks game. And you loose control as to which one of them really is you. I’ve come across the idea that the situation is not in place, and that my evolution as human being is ready to turn the page of yet another story. This story unfolds in the way in which I’m now ready to recite.

So here we go.

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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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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La camapaña alrevés

Hoy es el último día de la campaña… y también es el primero.

–Algunas veces llego tarde– fue mi respuesta a la pregunta esta que te hacen en las entrevistas de trabajo cuando te piden que expliques alguna debilidad tuya, y que se supone que tienes que resolver con una especie de paradoja positivista. Debes reconocer que tienes debilidades y que no tienes una megalomanía galopante, a no ser que te estés entrevistando para ser el CEO.

Bromas aparte, en su momento, hace ya muchos años, cuando tuve un periodo en el que los responsables de recursos humanos encontraban vacíos en mi persona que ni la mejor respuesta consolaba, pensé en que esta era mi respuesta ideal: algunas veces llego tarde.

–¿Qué tiene eso de positivo?–se pregunta usted, amable lector, con algo de sabiduría y no menos perspicacia. Pues déjeme explicarle, asumiendo que usted no es un loable encargado de recursos humanos juzgando a este humilde servidor. O sí, aquí no vamos a limitar a nadie, y menos todavía discriminarlo. Al grano: ¿acaso es buena señal contratar a alguien que algunas veces llega tarde?

Pues es la verdad. Qué le vamos a hacer. Es así. Me gustaría llegar siempre a tiempo: sin duda. Pero no es verdad. Sería un mentiroso y un hipócrita si lo dijera. Y no me refiero a llegar a tiempo a una reunión. O a una cita, en lo que intento por decoro y empatía al tiempo de los demás estar ahí, inclusive antes, pero algo justo. Aunque también es parte del punto. Por más puntual que quiera ser, a veces pasan cosas. Y hay que saberlo. Para así también saber comunicarlo, con algo de antelación, así sea unos minutos antes de dejar colgada a una persona, avisando, por ejemplo, el tiempo de demora.

Esto aplica también a la gestión de proyectos. A llegar a tiempo a nivel de trabajo programado. Estoy es más ligado a entender de qué manera la gestión de nuestro tiempo y el de nuestros equipos de trabajo está condicionado por una buena organización. Hemos de saber a dónde queremos llegar, y qué nos toca hacer. Y repartir este trabajo con los mecanimos de retroalimentación (feedbackloops) que sean necesarios para que los resultados se consigan en tiempo y forma. Aquí suelo fallar menos. Porque el trabajo requiere de este tipo de organización. Gestionar tu tiempo y el de los demás no es tarea simple. Se aprende, se practica y se crean hábitos y costumbres que hacen que los equipos puedan trabajar en equipo teniendo estos elementos en cuenta.

Pero también hay otra dimensión. A veces llego tarde también expresa una sensación de que voy tarde con aquello que debo hacer, existencialmente hablando. Aquellos llamados creativos y artísticos que no he sido capaz de llevar a cabo. Aquella visión imposible en la que en la que en un momento dado se convirtió en obsesión. Y que se ha ido trabajando con el tiempo. Iterando. Eternamente.

Se trata de un flujo de trabajo. De una manera creativa de vivir. Pero también de una tara. Hay algo ahí que tengo que canalizar. Y que desemboca en un día determinado, en el que finalmente me presento en sociedad. Ese día es hoy.

Este es el inicio de una campaña.

El último día de la misma.

Hola, mi nombre el Golman, y soy el candidato alternativo.

Ah, sí. Y algunas veces llego tarde.

Para muestra, un botón.



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