tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368556532024-02-19T00:34:32.991-03:00Coleccionista de PalabrasLiteratura, cine, televisión, música.
Palabras.
Capaces de hacernos reir.
De hacernos llorar.
De hacernos pensar.
De emocionar.
Palabras para guardar.
Para recordar.
Para leer.
Y para volver a leer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger397125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-6584551536576504532020-11-23T19:18:00.004-03:002020-11-23T19:18:24.831-03:00An Epidemic of Incivility.<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Charlie Skinner was crazy. He identified with Don Quixote, an old man with dementia who thought he could save the world from an epidemic of incivility simply by acting like a knight. His religion was decency. And he spent a lifetime fighting its enemies. I wish he could be here to learn the name of his successor like I just did. Our new boss, the new president of ACN, is MacKenzie McHale. So this fight is just getting started. 'Cause he taught the rest of us to be crazy, too. You were a man, Charlie. You were a great, big man. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>The Newsroom, Season 3, Episode 8, What Kind of Day Has It Been. </i><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDRlKUiSlCv6hb6yaRqEmVoVUtwbyR4G_c0sn4LZatxekC8ihoq7rk-d72Kz8Rk0pkJsPodUtsN_-1o4W4etAGYOqKD9-dJzOFS1UZnSBXQ6bbEf_ejlZYqsg4A2QI5Tt41rC4g/s1500/Charlie+Skinner+Newsroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="999" data-original-width="1500" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDRlKUiSlCv6hb6yaRqEmVoVUtwbyR4G_c0sn4LZatxekC8ihoq7rk-d72Kz8Rk0pkJsPodUtsN_-1o4W4etAGYOqKD9-dJzOFS1UZnSBXQ6bbEf_ejlZYqsg4A2QI5Tt41rC4g/w640-h426/Charlie+Skinner+Newsroom.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-89049007645715641212019-10-02T10:42:00.001-03:002019-10-02T10:42:02.653-03:00Go all the way.<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery — isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Factotum (1975), Charles Bukowski.</span></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-13923710974839307982019-10-02T10:35:00.004-03:002019-10-02T10:35:54.066-03:00Death will tremble.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-16388169035898553382019-01-08T13:55:00.000-03:002019-01-08T13:55:07.640-03:00Meaning.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She hiked her skirt higher. It was like the beginning of life and laughter, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it was the real meaning of the sun. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Factotum (1975), Charles Bukowski.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-17857918921300108502018-08-14T12:12:00.001-03:002018-08-14T12:15:00.821-03:00Welcome to Tokyo. You are not invited.<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The first time I came here, it was like -- it was a transformative experience. It was powerful and violent experience. It was as if -- it was just like taking acid for the first time. Meaning what do I do now? I see the whole world in a different way. <br /><br />I often compare the experience of going to Japan for the first time, going to Tokyo for the first time, to what Eric Clapton and Pete Townsend must have gone through, the reigning guitar gods of England, what they must have gone through the week that Jimi Hendrix came to town. <br /><br />You hear about it, you go see it. A whole window opens up into a whole new thing. And you think what does this mean? What do I have left to say? What do I do now? <br /><br />Welcome to Tokyo. You are not invited.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Parts Unknown, Tokyo (2013). Anthony Bourdain.</i></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-55520572399666060462017-09-04T01:05:00.004-03:002017-09-04T01:05:59.967-03:00Complicated Beasts.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Conor: Your stories never made sense to me. </span><br />
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are complicated beasts. You believe comforting lies, while knowing full
well the painful truth that makes those lies necessary. In the end,
Conor, it is not important what you think. It is only important what you
do. </span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-20824444395093199562017-04-11T12:41:00.001-03:002017-09-04T01:06:51.558-03:00Clouds clearing.<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I think she's this amazing human being. Never seen anyone like
her. The way she talks and looks. She wears these sunglasses, and when
she takes them off, her eyes... are like the clouds clearing to let pass
the moon. Sometimes I just wanna cry lookin' at her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-8920765027224491052016-06-28T00:05:00.002-03:002017-09-04T01:06:41.871-03:00Nostalgia.<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Technology is a glittering lure. But there is the rare occasion when the public can be engaged on a level beyond flash, if they have a sentimental bond with the product. My first job, I was in house at a fur company with this old pro copywriter, Greek, named Teddy.And Teddy told me the most important idea in advertising was ‘new.’ Creates an itch. You simply put your product in there as a kind of calamine
lotion. But he also talked about a deeper bond with the product: nostalgia. It’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek nostalgia literally means ‘the pain from an old wound. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a space ship. It’s a time machine. It goes backwards, forwards. Takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called ‘The Wheel.’ It’s called ‘The Carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels. Around and around and back home again to a place where we know we are loved. </span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-27554772487342047932016-03-21T15:23:00.003-03:002017-09-04T01:06:20.255-03:00Human Chemistry.<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart (2013), Mathias Malzieu.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- Hey</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">(She shrugs)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- Let's go do something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- Alright. What do you want to do?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- I don't care.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Serendipity (2001), Peter Chelsom.</span></i><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-61441897374380459432015-08-31T05:36:00.000-03:002015-09-01T09:37:39.915-03:00To hear your voice.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Time can come and take away the pain,<br />
but I just want my memories to remain.<br />
To hear your voice.<br />
To see your face.<br />
There’s not one moment I’d erase.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Regina Spektor, How. </i></span><br />
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for at the end of life is that your hair's messed, you're out of breath, and you didn't throw up.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Jerry Seinfeld.</span></i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-75533223963736807412015-07-13T11:59:00.002-03:002015-07-13T12:01:00.940-03:00And that, kids, is how I met your mother.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Aunt Lilly was half right. It was a long road. You might even say it was
really really really really long. But difficult? Nah. It was life.
Stuff happens in life. Things fall apart, things get put back together.
When I think how lucky I am to wake up next to your mom every morning, I
can’t help but be amazed at how easy it all really was. All I had to do
was to get out of the apartment for a couple of hours so uncle Marshall
could propose to aunt Lilly. Go to the bar. Meet your aunt Robin.
Convince your aunt Robin to fall in love with me. Break up with your
aunt Robin. Go on a rebound. Go get a rebound tattoo. Go get the rebound
tattoo removed. Meet Stella. Convince Stella to fall in love with me.
Get engaged. Get left at the altar. Get fired. Get beat up by a goat.
Get a job as a professor. Teach the wrong class. Date the wrong girl.
Date the wrong girl again. Date the wrong girl a few times actually. Let
uncle Barney fall in love with aunt Robin. Let aunt Robin fall in love
with uncle Barney. Book the wedding band. Go to their wedding. Make sure
the wedding actually happened. Leave a little early. Be in the right
place in the right time. And somehow, summon the guts to do the
stupidest, most impossible thing in the world. Walk up to that beautiful
girl standing under the yellow umbrella and start talking.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">How I Met Your Mother (2014), Alternate Ending.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-75355357500934644102015-05-04T04:11:00.000-03:002015-10-15T06:18:46.679-03:00Collective Idiocy.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- I think you just hate people. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- I don't mind people, I just can't stand collective idiocy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>God Help the Girl (2014), Stuart Murdoch.</i></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-23969148044771554012015-04-09T04:29:00.001-03:002015-04-09T04:29:25.202-03:00Banalities.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That's what I love about music. Even the most banal scenes are
suddenly invested with so much meaning, you know? All these banalities,
they suddenly turn into these beautiful, effervescent pearls. From music.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Begin Again (2014), Jon Carney.</span></i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-51527296839068894072015-02-16T23:44:00.002-03:002015-02-16T23:44:22.536-03:00Lie and cheat and hurt.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In fairy tales, love inspires you to be noble and courageous, but in
real life, love is just an all-purpose excuse for selfish behavior. You
can lie and cheat and hurt people, and it's all okay because you're in
love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>What If (2013), Michael Dowse. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i> </i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-41083883019789510162014-11-13T09:55:00.002-03:002014-11-13T09:55:30.981-03:00Firebombing.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Brad Dupree: (reading Lester's job description) "My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in
charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell." Well, you have absolutely no interest in saving yourself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lester Burnham: Brad, for 14 years I've been a whore for the advertising industry. The only way I could save myself now is if I start firebombing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>American Beauty (1999), Sam Mendes. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-58971924764495127042014-10-03T13:51:00.001-03:002014-10-03T13:51:12.207-03:00Scene.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People will say, "There are a million ways to shoot a scene", but I
don't think so. I think there're two, maybe. And the other one is wrong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>David Fincher. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-22617629713785306392014-10-03T12:04:00.001-03:002014-10-03T12:05:08.844-03:00Flows.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When you are doing something that you love so much that excites you, it flows over into everything. Everything you do at that moment in time is better because you are so creatively excited. And yeah, you might be exhausted but you know […] your brain is clicking and you are absolutely better. So if you are excited in life you are going to be better at what you are creating.</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-74561036157178616372014-09-08T06:05:00.004-03:002014-09-08T06:10:40.369-03:00Master.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="st"><span class="f"></span>You see, my friends, </span>with every brace and every cufflink we say, 'I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul'.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Guinness Sapeurs.</span></i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-40507638545382024302014-06-22T11:01:00.003-03:002014-06-22T11:01:59.348-03:00When life reaches out.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Let me tell you, I know you don't want to listen to your father, I
didn't listen to mine, and I am telling you you gotta pay attention this
time. When life reaches out at a moment like this it's a sin if you
don't reach back, I'm telling you its a sin if you don't reach back!
It'll haunt you the rest of your days like a curse. You're facing a big
challenge in your life right now at this very moment, right here. That
girl loves you she really really loves you. I don't know if Nicki ever
did, but she sure as shit doesn't right now. So don't fuck this up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Silver Linings Playbook (David O. Russell), (2012). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-76947597816348484452014-03-21T07:44:00.001-03:002014-03-21T07:44:23.414-03:00V.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>V for Vendetta (2005), James McTeigue. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36855653.post-60887038098455141862014-03-08T07:29:00.001-03:002014-03-08T07:29:17.858-03:00All we can do.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We're all traveling through time together, every day of our lives. All we can do is do our best to relish this remarkable ride.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">About time (2013), Richard Curtis.</span></i><br />
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