viernes, 27 de marzo de 2009

Metaphysical Hangover

Hace un tiempo me encontré este párrafo en un ensayo de The New Yorker.

"Hangovers also have an emotional component. Kingsley Amis, who was, in his own words, one of the foremost drunks of his time, and who wrote three books on drinking, described this phenomenon as "the metaphysical hangover": "When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self-hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. . . . You have not suffered a minor brain lesion, you are not all that bad at your job, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a shit you are, you have not come at last to see life as it really is." Some people are unable to convince themselves of this. Amis described the opening of Kafka’s "Metamorphosis," with the hero discovering that he has been changed into a bug, as the best literary representation of a hangover."

Este guayabo se parece mucho a la adolescencia, a la crisis de los treinta (o casi treinta) y, seguramente, a la de los cuarenta.
Entonces, cuando me llegue la crisis, ¿qué hago? ¿Me tomo un Alka- Seltzer y pienso que todo se va a pasar? Mejor un Bloody Mary. O más, bien, le rezo a Santa Viviana, que es la santa del guayabo.

miércoles, 4 de marzo de 2009

The Journey Church

Esta mañana Rodrigo me mandó este link a su blog.
Hice la tarea (inicialmente en PowerPoint, en la oficina) y este fue el resultado. Quedé muy orgullosa, se ve bonito. Me gustó.


lunes, 2 de marzo de 2009

Oporto

Hoy, después de la comida, me tomé un oporto y me supo a mis vacaciones en Portugal.

Me acordé de Adri y de lo feliz que estuve allá.