martes, 16 de febrero de 2016
Janteloven
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_Jante
There are ten rules in the law as defined by Sandemose, all expressive of variations on a single theme and usually referred to as a homogeneous unit: You are not to think you're anyone special or that you're better than us.
The ten rules state:
You're not to think you are anything special.
You're not to think you are as good as we are.
You're not to think you are smarter than we are.
You're not to convince yourself that you are better than we are.
You're not to think you know more than we do.
You're not to think you are more important than we are.
You're not to think you are good at anything.
You're not to laugh at us.
You're not to think anyone cares about you.
You're not to think you can teach us anything.
These ten principles or commandments are often claimed to form the "Jante's Shield" of the Scandinavian people.
In the book, the Janters who transgress this unwritten 'law' are regarded with suspicion and some hostility, as it goes against the town's communal desire to preserve harmony, social stability and uniformity.
An eleventh rule recognised in the novel as 'the penal code of Jante' is:
Perhaps you don't think we know a few things about you?
jueves, 11 de febrero de 2016
1000 y 1 cosas antes de morir
http://www.openculture.com/2016/02/1000-recordings-to-hear-before-you-die-playlist.html
Though the burials of ancient Egyptian rulers offer at least one notable exception, nearly all the world’s religions have agreed on one thing—if one thing only: you can’t take your stuff with you. You can leave it to the local church, mosque, or synagogue, your heirs, a charity of your choice, your dog; but your material possessions will not go wherever you might when it’s over.
However, should consciousness somehow survive the body, or get uploaded to a new one in some sci-fi future, perhaps you can take with you the experiences, memories, sensations, and ideas you’ve accumulated over a lifetime. And if that’s the case, we should all be greedy for knowledge and experience rather than property and consumer goods. And the “1,000… Before You Die” series of books, might be considered guides to curating your afterlife.
The series has recommended 1,000 places to see, 1,000 foods to eat, and, in 2012, 1,000 recordings to hear before you dent the bucket.
Though the burials of ancient Egyptian rulers offer at least one notable exception, nearly all the world’s religions have agreed on one thing—if one thing only: you can’t take your stuff with you. You can leave it to the local church, mosque, or synagogue, your heirs, a charity of your choice, your dog; but your material possessions will not go wherever you might when it’s over.
However, should consciousness somehow survive the body, or get uploaded to a new one in some sci-fi future, perhaps you can take with you the experiences, memories, sensations, and ideas you’ve accumulated over a lifetime. And if that’s the case, we should all be greedy for knowledge and experience rather than property and consumer goods. And the “1,000… Before You Die” series of books, might be considered guides to curating your afterlife.
The series has recommended 1,000 places to see, 1,000 foods to eat, and, in 2012, 1,000 recordings to hear before you dent the bucket.
Lo dijo Lope
www.poemas-del-alma.com/lope-de-vega
Yo dije siempre
Yo dije siempre, y lo diré, y lo digo,
que es la amistad el bien mayor humano;
mas ¿qué español, qué griego, qué romano
nos ha de dar este perfeto amigo?
Alabo, reverencio, amo, bendigo
aquel a quien el cielo soberano
dio un amigo perfeto, y no es en vano;
que fue, confieso, liberal conmigo.
Tener un grande amigo y obligalle
es el último bien, y por querelle,
el alma, el bien y el mal comunicalle;
mas yo quiero vivir sin conocelle;
que no quiero la gloria de ganalle
por no tener el miedo de perdelle.
Yo dije siempre
Yo dije siempre, y lo diré, y lo digo,
que es la amistad el bien mayor humano;
mas ¿qué español, qué griego, qué romano
nos ha de dar este perfeto amigo?
Alabo, reverencio, amo, bendigo
aquel a quien el cielo soberano
dio un amigo perfeto, y no es en vano;
que fue, confieso, liberal conmigo.
Tener un grande amigo y obligalle
es el último bien, y por querelle,
el alma, el bien y el mal comunicalle;
mas yo quiero vivir sin conocelle;
que no quiero la gloria de ganalle
por no tener el miedo de perdelle.
miércoles, 10 de febrero de 2016
Era de Lope
http://www.lcc.uma.es/~perez/sonetos/lope.html
https://es.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lope_de_Vega
https://es.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lope_de_Vega
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