Sukkwan Island
A middle-aged father and son who still, for thirteen years, has not entered adolescence. A very isolated cabin in Alaska, a place where nature imposes high demands. For the father, a retired cherished the hope of regeneration, an environment in which to recover serenity, balance. The son, however, misunderstands the sense of adventure. The place is scary, the difficulties of living there are obvious upon arrival. Only accepted the pleas be there by paternal. Perhaps think of the best moments, things go fairly well. But his confidence, and input is very weak. And that he wants to be helpful, to please his father, the last thing you would want to disappoint you, increase your distress.
But no one can escape from himself. Wherever he goes, one it carries, and the change of scenery, or the romantic adventure of survival in an inhospitable environment, do not fix anything when the pain is very deep and it carries one where it moves, does not matter whether a city or the place where they finish this father and son.
How does a guy of his father's incessant anxiety, confusion, despair? How it undermines the child about parental lack of control? A guy needs to trust his father, feeling safe with him, knowing that you have provided possible contingencies, especially feel the warm peace that comes from the certainty that the adult has a higher maturity, that has the keys to life. Quite the contrary, Sukkwan Island witnessed the staging of the damage that a father brutally self-absorbed, confused and hesitant can cause your child.
David Vann, the author has told her that his father asked when he was thirteen, to accompany him during a season in Alaska, in a remote and isolated. He refused. His father was alone, and soon after committed suicide. The fault has been haunted since the writer. What would have happened had they been together? That possibility sparked his imagination. The result is explored in this book. A text that would have been worth nothing, of course, if the author had not managed to turn his speculation, his game imaginative in the highest literary quality.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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Txelis
In 1980 I enrolled in philosophy at the University of the Basque Country in San Sebastian. I had completed a degree in Pamplona, \u200b\u200band went to San Sebastian to engage with what was first class of that power. The initial shock to see the university building, the day of registration, was considerable. Those walls were falling apart. And when school started in late October, the picture was much worse. Zorroaga climbed to the top of the end of Anoeta, by a miserable road, until a careless yerbín where everyone parked as he could, and in those autumn days and rainy it was a quagmire. The building entered the water jets in more than one place, and some classes had no glass windows. I remember well, for example, Fernando Savater giving his superb class, impeccably dressed, having shed his coat and his cap as he spoke and how he moved his fine white hands, which looked two or three rings. But we saw that their shoes were lost in mud. House brand, or location.
Zorroaga In those years, in fact, all that mattered little to us. We strongly enough to enjoy what the teachers told us, and we sipped greedily. The philosophy was in those classes so alive and captivating we went out plethoric, vitamins and boiling, wanting to dive into endless conversations that prolong the speech teacher, and books and more books than we expected and needed read.
In this group of students who exercised Txelis early leader. Txelis, just like that. It took time to realize that his name was Jose Luis Alvarez Santacristina. Nobody had elected to anything, but he had the makings of head and looked our delegate, natural and authoritative voice of the students. Only spoke Euskera (once I heard him speak in Castilian, but was in a bookstore where he was accompanying a older woman), yet was involved in all classes, although teachers did not understand anything of what he said, and although a forty or fifty percent of his colleagues nor we found out, or only partially. In shirt sleeves in winter, the more that we (I know he had been a seminarian), Txelis, which in environments Donosti nationalist borroka his reputation preceded him, as I told a classmate, had a particularly warm affinity one of the most fascinating professors, Víctor Gómez Pin, when I was inspired to leave us speechless with his lectures on Kant, Freud, Levi Strauss. I remember one day
en que Gómez Pin dejó que Txelis nos diera la clase. Tuvo que ser sobre Kant, porque en eso andábamos entonces. Yo no entendí nada o casi nada, por lo del euskera, pero, signo de los tiempos, tampoco me recuerdo molesto o inquieto: la culpa, pensábamos mansamente, estaba en nosotros, en quienes, de forma activa o pasiva, por convencidos o por estúpidos e irreflexivos, compartíamos los supuestos fundamentales del nacionalismo vasco y por tanto, al no saber euskera, éramos seres incompletos, limitados, inferiores.
Empezamos las clases en octubre, y en marzo de 1981 Txelis desapareció. Su presencia era tan ostensible que su ausencia no lo fue menos. Pero nadie habló del asunto, al menos delante me. We all understood, without a shadow of doubt that would have joined the "other side" for something related to ETA. That "other side" North or Iparralde Euskadi, then, Giscard's still time, it was for the House Tócame ETA Roque, place (enough) insurance.
In later years appeared in the newspapers sometime Txelis had become one of the leaders of ETA. And at the same time, I knew from other sources, Amicale (and thus safer), which was still considering Txelis while producing press releases and texts of ETA (remember the alternative KAS, advertised ad nauseam?) that teachers Zorroaga had qualified and approved to finish the race, and thanks to the decisive mediation Víctor Gómez Pin had become a doctor of philosophy from the Sorbonne. Everything that happened, we must remember, while ETA killed in cold blood and many were still, at least in part, in the dark. Aristotle, Kant, Wittgenstein Very interesting ... especially between appointments with the gunmen, writing all the justifications of the gunman and the car bomb, meetings, award of "commissions" and more meetings. (It is striking that in the eighties, with all the horrendous crimes committed ETA, many teachers make so much effort UPV Txelis for other colleagues, as if one could forget what was spent on everything ...)
Then came what we know from the newspapers: his arrest with the rest of the leadership of ETA in 1992, and its transformation , in prison, a dissident of the band, in time, they say, of an intensification of his religious faith. This past Sunday, "El Mundo" carried a story on him which spoke of the doctoral thesis of theology that is ending on Setién and Ellacuría priests, and how it uses its daily departures from prison (and just sleep in it) to go Mass and Communion regularly.
The State has been is being very gracious to Txelis. Soon, with only 18 years' imprisonment, to be free completely. If only for that, would be justified his silence, or his very few public statements have been made to talk about God, love your neighbor as yourself and comment upon the flowers of the field? Is not required to say something, clear, reasoned and honest about what really matters to us citizens? What is the degree of his repentance? What is your explanation of what he has done, and what has been away from ETA? On this, as anything that has to do with those years, said a single word Txelis public. How little we know of his political positions, in fact, because the police have intercepted internal communications in prisons.
We can not ask for anything to ever regret not having killed. With their only possible application of the law. Words are not needed. But those who repent, are not required to speak, to explain, to apologize publicly? Is not it disgusting posturing Txelis offended and silent when a reporter asks him something about his past and present political?
Since this is a blog, do not go into more extensive considerations on the issue of repentance. But suffice it to say "sorry"? One day I heard Gustavo Bueno said that the terrorists only have a dignified exit: suicide. I did not find any nonsense. How can you live with the past? What stands before him a exterrorista?
In 1980 I enrolled in philosophy at the University of the Basque Country in San Sebastian. I had completed a degree in Pamplona, \u200b\u200band went to San Sebastian to engage with what was first class of that power. The initial shock to see the university building, the day of registration, was considerable. Those walls were falling apart. And when school started in late October, the picture was much worse. Zorroaga climbed to the top of the end of Anoeta, by a miserable road, until a careless yerbín where everyone parked as he could, and in those autumn days and rainy it was a quagmire. The building entered the water jets in more than one place, and some classes had no glass windows. I remember well, for example, Fernando Savater giving his superb class, impeccably dressed, having shed his coat and his cap as he spoke and how he moved his fine white hands, which looked two or three rings. But we saw that their shoes were lost in mud. House brand, or location.
Zorroaga In those years, in fact, all that mattered little to us. We strongly enough to enjoy what the teachers told us, and we sipped greedily. The philosophy was in those classes so alive and captivating we went out plethoric, vitamins and boiling, wanting to dive into endless conversations that prolong the speech teacher, and books and more books than we expected and needed read.
In this group of students who exercised Txelis early leader. Txelis, just like that. It took time to realize that his name was Jose Luis Alvarez Santacristina. Nobody had elected to anything, but he had the makings of head and looked our delegate, natural and authoritative voice of the students. Only spoke Euskera (once I heard him speak in Castilian, but was in a bookstore where he was accompanying a older woman), yet was involved in all classes, although teachers did not understand anything of what he said, and although a forty or fifty percent of his colleagues nor we found out, or only partially. In shirt sleeves in winter, the more that we (I know he had been a seminarian), Txelis, which in environments Donosti nationalist borroka his reputation preceded him, as I told a classmate, had a particularly warm affinity one of the most fascinating professors, Víctor Gómez Pin, when I was inspired to leave us speechless with his lectures on Kant, Freud, Levi Strauss. I remember one day
en que Gómez Pin dejó que Txelis nos diera la clase. Tuvo que ser sobre Kant, porque en eso andábamos entonces. Yo no entendí nada o casi nada, por lo del euskera, pero, signo de los tiempos, tampoco me recuerdo molesto o inquieto: la culpa, pensábamos mansamente, estaba en nosotros, en quienes, de forma activa o pasiva, por convencidos o por estúpidos e irreflexivos, compartíamos los supuestos fundamentales del nacionalismo vasco y por tanto, al no saber euskera, éramos seres incompletos, limitados, inferiores.
Empezamos las clases en octubre, y en marzo de 1981 Txelis desapareció. Su presencia era tan ostensible que su ausencia no lo fue menos. Pero nadie habló del asunto, al menos delante me. We all understood, without a shadow of doubt that would have joined the "other side" for something related to ETA. That "other side" North or Iparralde Euskadi, then, Giscard's still time, it was for the House Tócame ETA Roque, place (enough) insurance.
In later years appeared in the newspapers sometime Txelis had become one of the leaders of ETA. And at the same time, I knew from other sources, Amicale (and thus safer), which was still considering Txelis while producing press releases and texts of ETA (remember the alternative KAS, advertised ad nauseam?) that teachers Zorroaga had qualified and approved to finish the race, and thanks to the decisive mediation Víctor Gómez Pin had become a doctor of philosophy from the Sorbonne. Everything that happened, we must remember, while ETA killed in cold blood and many were still, at least in part, in the dark. Aristotle, Kant, Wittgenstein Very interesting ... especially between appointments with the gunmen, writing all the justifications of the gunman and the car bomb, meetings, award of "commissions" and more meetings. (It is striking that in the eighties, with all the horrendous crimes committed ETA, many teachers make so much effort UPV Txelis for other colleagues, as if one could forget what was spent on everything ...)
Then came what we know from the newspapers: his arrest with the rest of the leadership of ETA in 1992, and its transformation , in prison, a dissident of the band, in time, they say, of an intensification of his religious faith. This past Sunday, "El Mundo" carried a story on him which spoke of the doctoral thesis of theology that is ending on Setién and Ellacuría priests, and how it uses its daily departures from prison (and just sleep in it) to go Mass and Communion regularly.
The State has been is being very gracious to Txelis. Soon, with only 18 years' imprisonment, to be free completely. If only for that, would be justified his silence, or his very few public statements have been made to talk about God, love your neighbor as yourself and comment upon the flowers of the field? Is not required to say something, clear, reasoned and honest about what really matters to us citizens? What is the degree of his repentance? What is your explanation of what he has done, and what has been away from ETA? On this, as anything that has to do with those years, said a single word Txelis public. How little we know of his political positions, in fact, because the police have intercepted internal communications in prisons.
We can not ask for anything to ever regret not having killed. With their only possible application of the law. Words are not needed. But those who repent, are not required to speak, to explain, to apologize publicly? Is not it disgusting posturing Txelis offended and silent when a reporter asks him something about his past and present political?
Since this is a blog, do not go into more extensive considerations on the issue of repentance. But suffice it to say "sorry"? One day I heard Gustavo Bueno said that the terrorists only have a dignified exit: suicide. I did not find any nonsense. How can you live with the past? What stands before him a exterrorista?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Decidual Bleeding Pregnancy Test
Rector of Justin, Louis Auchincloss book is
years ago that I enjoy books by Louis Auchincloss. The American lawyer and writer, who died in January 2010, aged 93, published for more than six decades a large body of work. A dozen have been translated into Castilian, including novels and collections of stories, sometimes in very mediocre versions. Despite these limitations, we can read some books that deserve Auchincloss, and much grief. For example, Rector of Justin, a new translation that has recently come out of Asteroid-publishing books, of course, that gave birth three years ago another great novel by the author, Oscar education Fairfax, for which he wrote with great tact Roberto Valencia -.
Auchincloss's characters are almost always wealthy professionals, lawyers, law firms and executives of thriving companies. Many of them (as the Auchincloss, really) have a solid literary and artistic inclinations, to reconcile with a deeper commitment to legal and commercial activities, much more lucrative. At the bottom of stage, usually in secondary sites, there are many wives who have the movements of their husbands, or women who have acquired wealth through a rich husband, which achieved a good divorce, or promptly died and bequeathed his fortune. These people can keep, at least in appearance, strict moral principles, linked to a Protestant Episcopalian, or be devoid of any scruple careerists who fight like wild beasts in the jungle of business litigation.
In that environment Auchincloss's characters make decisions, choose moral dilemmas, they look more or less determine their place in the world, often at odds with powerful parents to those that occur in business or fraud is by nature timid or hedonistic. The hypocrisy, attachment, fear or rejection of the conventions of an affluent society and puritanical, guilt, doubt, pragmatism, irony and cynicism are some elements that seasoned the way they act.
Rector of Justin, one of his best known novels, moves slightly to another area, because the protagonist is not a lawyer, but an Episcopal clergyman, Francis Prescott, founder and president for fifty years of an elite school secondary education in New England, responsible for pre-university training of future leaders of industry or offices. The rector, in favor of a rigorous classical education and the humanities and the educational value of sport discipline and is an energetic man, formal, severe, sharp, confident to the arrogance, but also pragmatic, shrewd, worldly. A man wanted from the start, print your label to all facets of the development of the school.
Auchincloss has chosen to portray this powerful man, by a narrator marginal but close to it, a narrator only relatively reliable because its psychological insight is scarce, a young teacher aspiring clergyman, somewhat dull, insecure, weak, scared, perhaps for that very reason becomes tired and loyal fan depositary the confidences of the president, and also the words and papers of other people at different times recalled one time or relevant episode in the life of Prescott. With the diary of that witness imperfect and additional documents Auchincloss weaves a portrait of Prescott which progressively becoming more sophisticated in the eyes of the reader, since they appear more rigid convictions and his greatness as a leader embracing the school, but also its contradictions, stubborn mistakes and some miseries associated with its uncompromising visionary status. At the same time expands the playing field and come into play characters who lived or live with Prescott at some stage in his life: students and alumni, friends and enemies, wives and daughters, managers and patrons of the school-to Prescott scorns but needs, for financial donations are vital.
Auchincloss box, as in all his books, predominantly gray. Prescott or no one is in one piece, and just the description of its passing life, his encounters and conflicts, and reflections on all that make up the subject of the novel. The works of all the characters are full of contrasts. When the book begins, Prescott is eighty years old and refuses to leave the tight control of the school. But ends up resigning at the evidence that students, alumni and wealthy, are not dough he would have wanted, do not have the idealistic character, disciplined and pure that he wanted to print, and no longer meekly seconded his designs. They are much more practical, accommodating and banal, much more dedicated to wealth and the most ruthless capitalist ethic than he dreamed of creating the school. New times (the novel ends in 1945) will accentuate those features, the old models are going to be collapsing, and Prescott includes not without anger and pain that his work has ceased to belong, that their moral weight going evaporating. Diary of a yuppie , Auchincloss novel published in 1980 that Anagrama, describe a more advanced stage this process of loss of old ways of chivalry and Puritans.
Aunchincloss, a man rich and influential in New York, was always a writer away from any experimentalism, and the structural complexity and style of writers so admired by him as Proust or Henry James. In fact, this book is a snippet in which he satirizes, as belonging to a deranged, leaving modern writing serene and classic modes. Is an author who goes all the appeal of his books to the composition of psychological well-drawn characters, acting and go into public disputes, sentimental or conscience, and know how to analyze their behavior. Characters, many Sometimes, as in this novel, keep a diary which recorded the daily events, they turn their innermost thoughts and justified more or less conviction. The reader is present at this inquiry psychological and moral point fascinated, always engaged, enjoying and thinking. At least, I have lived all books by Louis Auchincloss.
years ago that I enjoy books by Louis Auchincloss. The American lawyer and writer, who died in January 2010, aged 93, published for more than six decades a large body of work. A dozen have been translated into Castilian, including novels and collections of stories, sometimes in very mediocre versions. Despite these limitations, we can read some books that deserve Auchincloss, and much grief. For example, Rector of Justin, a new translation that has recently come out of Asteroid-publishing books, of course, that gave birth three years ago another great novel by the author, Oscar education Fairfax, for which he wrote with great tact Roberto Valencia -.
Auchincloss's characters are almost always wealthy professionals, lawyers, law firms and executives of thriving companies. Many of them (as the Auchincloss, really) have a solid literary and artistic inclinations, to reconcile with a deeper commitment to legal and commercial activities, much more lucrative. At the bottom of stage, usually in secondary sites, there are many wives who have the movements of their husbands, or women who have acquired wealth through a rich husband, which achieved a good divorce, or promptly died and bequeathed his fortune. These people can keep, at least in appearance, strict moral principles, linked to a Protestant Episcopalian, or be devoid of any scruple careerists who fight like wild beasts in the jungle of business litigation.
In that environment Auchincloss's characters make decisions, choose moral dilemmas, they look more or less determine their place in the world, often at odds with powerful parents to those that occur in business or fraud is by nature timid or hedonistic. The hypocrisy, attachment, fear or rejection of the conventions of an affluent society and puritanical, guilt, doubt, pragmatism, irony and cynicism are some elements that seasoned the way they act.
Rector of Justin, one of his best known novels, moves slightly to another area, because the protagonist is not a lawyer, but an Episcopal clergyman, Francis Prescott, founder and president for fifty years of an elite school secondary education in New England, responsible for pre-university training of future leaders of industry or offices. The rector, in favor of a rigorous classical education and the humanities and the educational value of sport discipline and is an energetic man, formal, severe, sharp, confident to the arrogance, but also pragmatic, shrewd, worldly. A man wanted from the start, print your label to all facets of the development of the school.
Auchincloss has chosen to portray this powerful man, by a narrator marginal but close to it, a narrator only relatively reliable because its psychological insight is scarce, a young teacher aspiring clergyman, somewhat dull, insecure, weak, scared, perhaps for that very reason becomes tired and loyal fan depositary the confidences of the president, and also the words and papers of other people at different times recalled one time or relevant episode in the life of Prescott. With the diary of that witness imperfect and additional documents Auchincloss weaves a portrait of Prescott which progressively becoming more sophisticated in the eyes of the reader, since they appear more rigid convictions and his greatness as a leader embracing the school, but also its contradictions, stubborn mistakes and some miseries associated with its uncompromising visionary status. At the same time expands the playing field and come into play characters who lived or live with Prescott at some stage in his life: students and alumni, friends and enemies, wives and daughters, managers and patrons of the school-to Prescott scorns but needs, for financial donations are vital.
Auchincloss box, as in all his books, predominantly gray. Prescott or no one is in one piece, and just the description of its passing life, his encounters and conflicts, and reflections on all that make up the subject of the novel. The works of all the characters are full of contrasts. When the book begins, Prescott is eighty years old and refuses to leave the tight control of the school. But ends up resigning at the evidence that students, alumni and wealthy, are not dough he would have wanted, do not have the idealistic character, disciplined and pure that he wanted to print, and no longer meekly seconded his designs. They are much more practical, accommodating and banal, much more dedicated to wealth and the most ruthless capitalist ethic than he dreamed of creating the school. New times (the novel ends in 1945) will accentuate those features, the old models are going to be collapsing, and Prescott includes not without anger and pain that his work has ceased to belong, that their moral weight going evaporating. Diary of a yuppie , Auchincloss novel published in 1980 that Anagrama, describe a more advanced stage this process of loss of old ways of chivalry and Puritans.
Aunchincloss, a man rich and influential in New York, was always a writer away from any experimentalism, and the structural complexity and style of writers so admired by him as Proust or Henry James. In fact, this book is a snippet in which he satirizes, as belonging to a deranged, leaving modern writing serene and classic modes. Is an author who goes all the appeal of his books to the composition of psychological well-drawn characters, acting and go into public disputes, sentimental or conscience, and know how to analyze their behavior. Characters, many Sometimes, as in this novel, keep a diary which recorded the daily events, they turn their innermost thoughts and justified more or less conviction. The reader is present at this inquiry psychological and moral point fascinated, always engaged, enjoying and thinking. At least, I have lived all books by Louis Auchincloss.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
10-15 Slide Describing The Evolution Of Business
New Starbucks logo
E XACT, from March this year, the popular coffee chain Starbucks will change for the fourth time in the history of its logo (as a celebration of his 40th birthday). And do it for one more "cool" that will not have the name of the product because the company says is no longer necessary, is also intended to expand into more markets (yes, even more ...) And is that Starbucks is national or international chain , l a coffee company in the world, with approximately 17.800 local in 49 countries on five continents. Fancy a coffee?
E XACT, from March this year, the popular coffee chain Starbucks will change for the fourth time in the history of its logo (as a celebration of his 40th birthday). And do it for one more "cool" that will not have the name of the product because the company says is no longer necessary, is also intended to expand into more markets (yes, even more ...) And is that Starbucks is national or international chain , l a coffee company in the world, with approximately 17.800 local in 49 countries on five continents. Fancy a coffee?
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