Ébola

Hoy me he levantado apocalíptico, así que voy a hablar del Ébola, un tema importante a mi entender. Para que no me lleven preso como a algunos "twitteros" he de advertir que el contenido que aparece a continuación son pronósticos de elaboración propia y que no tienen por qué corresponder a la realidad.


El pasado 2 de agosto, la OMS declaró la emergencia de salud pública internacional debido al nuevo brote de Ébola, una nueva cepa que, según la directora general de la OMS, "se mueve más rápido que nuestra capacidad de control".

Hoy se ha admitido el primer caso de Ébola en España y, pese a la poca información que los medios de comunicación quieren transmitir, solo es necesario pensar un poco de lo que está ocurriendo. El Ébola será una enfermedad mundialmente propagada. En primer lugar irá España (receptora de oleadas de inmigrantes africanos) y, posteriormente, el resto de Europa. Dada la facilidad de propagación de la enfermedad, que su periodo de incubación puede llegar a 21 días y el transito mundial debido a los medios de transporte la enfermedad llegará al resto del mundo en pocos meses. Cundirá el pánico y, aquellos que sobrevivan, verán morir a familiares y amigos que caerán como moscas. Será entonces cuando alguna farmacéutica ligada a un poderoso ejército saque a la luz, como por arte de magia, una vacuna contra el Ébola.

Basándome en que el ser humano está totalmente corrompido y esclavizado por el dinero, puedo deducir que ésta nueva cepa de Ébola es creación humana, que han usado a África como laboratorio perfecto para elaborar una enfermedad que provocaría una gran cantidad de muertos en todo el mundo, con las "geniales" consecuencias que ésto trae:

• Reducción de la superpoblación humana.
• Enriquecimiento de las farmacéuticas asociadas.
• Desarrollo de nuevas armas químicas para fines militares.

En fin, carpe diem!!!

What is real?

I just watched a fascinating movie: A beautiful mind (SPOILER). The fact that the protagonist suffering schizophrenia makes me wonder: How real is what we live? Who decides what is sanity or insanity? Is everything established real?

In response to the first question, it seems simple to think that something is real if it can be perceived by the senses, but Is unreal what we imagine or develop in our head? Not to me. In my opinion, what we imagine is as real as tangible things. After all, our senses are nerve impulse processed by the brain that turns into images, sounds, smells, textures and flavours in our head. Mathematics, physics, language or love are models of reality that human imagination and reason has developed and they are no less real.

Secondly, throughout history it has been assessed as crazy  everybody who thought eccentrically from the established ideas of the moment. For example, for three centuries  it took for mad who thought that the earth was round and rotated around the sun. Currently we still judge people in the same way without stopping to investigate the thoughts of a "crazy". For a moment I want you to imagine you're in a world of blind people and you're not. How would you explain what is the red colour? Surely you would be the craziest person in the world if you tried.


In conclusion, the human being continues blind with the most used and most damaging tool: Language. Language is a model that describes and grid the reality but, as I can not express perfectly what I mean by the language, I can not define reality neither. 

Good night.

¿Qué es real?

Acabo de ver una película fascinante: Una mente maravillosa. (SPOILER) El hecho de que el protagonista padezca esquizofrenia me lleva a preguntarme ¿Hasta qué punto es real lo que vivimos? ¿Quien decide qué es la cordura o la locura? ¿Es real todo aquello que cree la mayoría?.


Atendiendo a la primera cuestión, parece sencillo encasillar lo real en aquello que se puede percibir con los sentidos. De ésta manera, seremos puramente empíricos y cualquier cosa intangible la tacharemos de irreal y nos sumergimos en una nueva pregunta: ¿Es irreal aquello que imaginamos o desarrollamos en nuestra cabeza? Para mí no. En mi opinión, es tan real lo imaginario como lo tangible. Al fin y al cabo, nuestros sentidos son estímulos nerviosos que el cerebro procesa, generando las imágenes, sonidos, olores, texturas y sabores en nuestra cabeza. Las matemáticas, la física, el lenguaje o el amor son modelos de la realidad que la imaginación humana ha desarrollado y no por ello dejan de ser reales.

En segundo lugar, durante la historia se ha tachado de loco a cualquier excéntrico a las ideas establecidas del momento. Por ejemplo, durante tres siglos se tomó por loco a aquel que pensase que la Tierra  era esférica y giraba al rededor del sol. Actualmente seguimos juzgando igual a las personas sin pararnos a investigar los pensamientos de un "loco". Por un momento quiero que imagines que estás en un mundo de ciegos y tú no lo eres. ¿Cómo explicarías qué es el color rojo? Seguramente te llamarían loco si lo intentaras.

En conclusión, el ser humano sigue encasillado con la herramienta mas usada y más perjudicial para ello: el lenguaje. El lenguaje es un modelo que describe y cuadricula la realidad pero, al igual que no logro expresar a la perfección lo que quiero decir con el lenguaje, tampoco puedo definir la realidad. Según la R.A.E. algo real es aquello que tiene existencia verdadera y efectiva pero, ¿Qué significa existir? ¿Qué significa ser verdadero? Son conceptos subjetivos que el lenguaje no puede encasillar.

Buenas noches.

Both suffer

My first and unique serious relationship till now took me 4 years. I was 16 and I did not know what I was doing. It didn't take me so long to realize that I was the full head of the relationship while she was the heart.
We were the perfect couple but, at time, I became emotionally empty while she turned into an obsessive and jealous woman.

One day I decided to break up. She deserved the truth so I told her the raw reality.  I didn't love her. 
I knew what love is because she was in loved with me but my feelings wasn't even close to hers. It was horrible. I still remember her face of pain. She was crying as if her mother had died.

People thinks that the one who finish a relationship doesn't suffer but it is not true. It is really hard living with the doubt if I did well or not. I tried without success to move on by travelling and sleeping with other women. I knew I didn't want to be with her, but moving on is not easy. She is a nice girl that I will always remember. I shared with her my first love feelings, my first sexual experiences and more.

I know that it is strange but I want to be in love as she was and feel the pain she felt. I think it is just what I need to know what is to be in love.

Travel and transport

Every day I have to use my car, not only to go to university, but also to meet friends, to go to the supermarket or just to buy bread to lunch. To sum up, I am a slave of what make me freer: my car.

Nowadays I can go everywhere I want using ways of transport, and it is great! I love travelling and discovering things I’ve never seen but, am I missing something? I can get the answer simply looking around me and realizing that I have a few friends in my neighborhood and I never meet them. Moreover I don’t know the baker, the butcher or the fruitere because I simply go to the supermarket. This fact is making many markets closed and people say that is because of the progress of society but, have I better food or better personal treatment? I don’t think so: I have chemically altered food and a bored cashier who doesn’t mind who I am or how I feel.

In the past a neighborhood was a big family where everyone knows everyone. Was a place where you never feel alone or bored, because your routines became part of your social relationships.  They had strong traditions and a culture deeply rooted.

Now, because of the transportation and the ``progressive society´´, we are losing our traditions, our markets, our lifelong friends and spending most of our live working and making short trips away just to disconnect briefly from our empty life.

The question here is ¿Where is the progress? 

Wasting time

Hi! I have just started writing because I am exhausted. During last month I have been "studying" for my engineering exams. It is supposed that a third-year engineering student should be responsible, but it is not my case. I have  lots of things in my head, except my studies. I spent last month studying inefficiently because I was thinking about the business I want to carry through (I will write about it) or watching series like Breaking Bad, funny videos or porn. Anything was good enough to keep my mind away from my tasks. I have been wasting my time because I did not want study but I could not go out because I would feel bad about it. It is really strange. My mind knows clearly what I have to do, but without motivation I do not find the force to do it. I feel like a child. I have been irresponsible and stupid. I have been wasting the thing  I appreciate  most, my time.

Now it is 01:00 AM and I am wondering what is going to happen tomorrow, is my last exam and today I have been doing almost nothing. I recognise I am very lucky with my exams. I have passed all my exams of first and second year, and some of them without effort. That is why I am too relaxed in my third year and why I am not  passing all the subjects in June. However, I have to think positively about tomorrow. I will do my best in the exam and I will try to pass against all odds.

Good night.