#Movember Quiero pedir tu apoyo

Llego la recta final de Movember! Mañana pongo mi Mustacho en subasta por una causa noble: ayudar a crear conciencia y prevenir el cancer de prostata. Quiero pedir tu apoyo a nuestro equipo en Princeton. Aqui en este link puedes ayudar con una suma pequeña de 1,5, 10 o 20$. Yo ya doné 21$ porque creo que podemos cambiar el mundo un dia a la vez…

Gracias! Dios te bendiga

E.

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Wake Me Up – by Avicii

Buenos dias!

El Gran Dictador – Por Charlie Chaplin

Hace una semana me mude a la Universidad de Princeton, deje atras con mucho pesar el calor de mi pais, pero me traje todas las luchas contra la mentira, la opresion y la dictadura venezolana. Hoy nos mostraron un video que capto mi entera atencion por lo apasionante de su contenido y lo emocionante de saber quien lo dio.

Hace mas de año vi este video por primera vez en una funcion del gran Laureano Marquez. Pero fue en esta ultima oportunidad que realmente me tomo por sorpresa. Esta fue la primera obra no-muda de Chaplin, y le costo la critica del mundo del cine por ser muy “radical”.

El mensaje es mas que oportuno para la Venezuela de la primera y segunda decada del Siglo XXI. Esperemos no nos tome por sorpresa una tercera…Del contenido quiero destacar muy poco porque prefiero sea el propio Chaplin quien los inspire a sentir y atrapar los extractos que a cada uno le parezca. No podemos dejar por un lado que la naturaleza humana es bondadosa y libre, que somos perfectos y como tal no necesitamos de un “dictador” que venga a salvarnos y llenarnos de promesas que no va a cumplir.

Son tiempos para ponernos de pie frente al atraso y la barbaridad de aquellos politicos frustrados que no son queridos ni amados. Ustedes que son amados, son seres decentes con el poder mas grande que nos ha dado Dios: ser libres.  San Lucas 17:20 “Él les respondió: “El Reino de Dios no viene ostensiblemente, y no se podrá decir: “Está aquí” o “Está allí”. Porque el Reino de Dios está entre ustedes”.

E.

PD. Disfruta, el video tiene traduccion en el boton de CC.

Stubborn Love – Por The Lumineers

Los tiempos de cambio estan muy cerca, y a pesar de los malos ratos “keep your head up” porque si se puede! Todo se puede …

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The Great Gatsby – by Baz Luhrmann

Una increible pelicula para una sociedad como la Venezolana. F. Scott Fitzgerald plantea una trama de amor y sueños en torno al dinero. Ese mismo dinero que Sarah Jaffe llama traicionero, “a far more subtle critique of Americans’ worship of wealth and the way that wealth always betrays us, and he created the personification of that wealth in Daisy, who marries old money and cheats on him with new money – but returns, of course, to old money in the end.”

Si de algo hemos sido testigos los venezolanos es de la traicion del dinero. Como por dinero una sociedad puede entregar un pais y mas que es su libertad. Gatsby no solo nos debe recordar lo pernicioso y nefasto de algunos “nuevos ricos” si no la tragedia que esta detras de esa riqueza. No es solo la genuflexion de las elites anteriores a una nueva camada de “comerciantes” muchos de ellos de la edad de Gatsby por cierto, si no un llamado de atencion a esa riqueza que fue construida en base a la destruccion fisica y sobretodo moral de toda una sociedad.

Asi mismo, se siente uno reflejado en esa busqueda permanente de Gatsby. A pesar de saber que no vamos a ganar, seguimos intentando. La tragedia de Gatsby creada por Fitzgerald y revivida por Luhrmann nos llevara a un mundo surreal pero reconfortante.

Y si esto no es suficiente, pues como dice Saladin Ambar del Huffington Post vale la pena verla “let’s not kid ourselves; those are some pretty damn nice shirts Leo DiCaprio is tossing about.”

Hugo Chavez, 1954-2013 – por Juan C. Nagel

Este articulo de Juan Cristobal debe ser traducido y repartido por todo el pais. Truly accurate y muy sencillo de leer. Resume lo bueno y lo malo de uno de los personajes mas oscuros de nuestra historia politica. Lo mas importante se resume en 2 cosas:

1) Poder aprender de los errores que cometimos estos ultimos 14 anos.

2) Entender quien manda realmente o como diria JC: “Girls, we’re not in charge of our destiny. God always has a plan for us, and it is sometimes different from ours. You can accumulate all the power and all the money, like Chávez did, and God can take it away … just like that. In the end, none of it mattered to Him. All that matters is what we do with our talents, the amount of good that we do.”

Paz para Venezuela, E.

Hugo Chavez, 1954-2013

R.I.P.

R.I.P.

Dear Melanie, Natalia, and Cecilia,

I’m writing this on a sunny, late-autumn morning in Santiago. You are out with your mother doing various things and, as has been customary for the past nine years or so, I’m sitting at my computer, channeling my nostalgia by writing about the place where I was born.

A few years ago, before you were born, a man called Hugo Chávez was elected President of Venezuela. Countries elect different people all the time. Some of these folks are good, some of them bad, so this first election of Hugo Chávez in and of itself did not seem so important on paper. Presidents come and go.

But we all knew. Everyone could sense that this man, this election, would change everything.

I was at La Chinita Airport in Maracaibo one morning, right after that election, before you were born, and I decided to buy a copy of a green book that currently sits on our bookshelf, called “Habla El Comandante.” Your grandma, Uky, was with me. When she saw what I had bought, she badgered me as only mothers can. “Why did you spend money on that piece of junk?”

“Because,” I answered, “someday I will have to explain to my kids who Hugo Chávez is.”

That day is today.

The first time I heard of Hugo Chávez was a day none of us who lived through it will ever forget. It was 1992, and I was 21 years old and in college. Venezuela, a country blessed by God with immense oil riches, had been living off the easy wealth that comes from the ground for years.

But as usually happens with easy money, we’d forgotten that nothing is ever free. Your mother and I have told you many times that the only way to improve yourself and better society is through hard work and ingenuity. In Venezuela, by 1992, we had forgotten about this, and the country was in a deep trouble –  oil money was not enough, people were unhappy, and the politicians in charge were not listening to what the people wanted.

Early that February morning, a group of soldiers decided they wanted to change the President using tanks, planes, and guns. A huge fight broke out, but they were not successful. The leader of that group of soldiers was Hugo Chávez.

As the whole fight was dying down, the government decided to put this man Chávez on live TV to tell his soldier friends to surrender. Chávez did that, alright, but he also promised he would continue fighting for his goals. “Por ahora,” he said – “we didn’t meet our goals.”

For now.

That TV appearance, which lasted a little more than a minute, defined Venezuelan history for the next twenty years or so.

Ours was a country that seemed rudderless, but here was a strong, young mestizo man, speaking in a deep baritone voice, using perfect Spanish, sharing with the people his goals and his dreams. By pledging to continue working toward his objectives in spite of admitting his failure, in the face of a seemingly lapidary defeat, he showed more commitment, more humanity that most people do in a lifetime. Many people saw that, and they were smitten.

After that, he was rarely on TV any more. He went to jail for a little while, and then they set him free. The country continued on a downward spiral, and then 1998 came along.

For a few years before that, Chávez had been campaigning around the country in a blue liqui-liqui (a typical Venezuelan costume that you will never see me wear), saying that people should not even bother to vote. You know how sometimes you get fed up and something overcomes you and you start throwing things? We have talked about it, and we know you do it because you are so angry, you simply want to get our attention and will do anything to get it.

Some grownups, when they get really angry, think that the best way to deal with it is to walk away and not participate. It’s called “abstention,” and by doing it their hope is to convince a lot of people to not show up as a way of protesting, of getting your point across, of getting the people in charge to pay attention to you. That’s what Chávez was all about in those years: anger at an unfair system, and getting attention.

But in the beginning, his anger was not shared by many. The initial shock of his sudden appearance on the scene went away, and it was followed by the lull of the Caldera years, the last gasps of a whole way of doing politics. People were upset about the way the country was running alright, but they hadn’t reached a boiling point. They were simply carrying on, waiting to see if things would sort themselves out.

Then 1998 came.

Chávez took the country by storm in the latter part of the campaign. All of a sudden, he was everywhere. He had a pretty young wife by his side, and he ditched the liqui-liquis for, gulp, those sweater vests I always make fun of  people for wearing. He went on TV assuring people he was not the devil they made him out to be, that he was going to bring people together to solve problems, that he was not anti-American.

Little did we know.

People were now head-over-heels with him, and he took advantage of that. He rode this wave of popular support and insisted on getting extraordinary powers to rewrite the Constitution (like the basic rule book we have at home, but for the country), sack all institutions, and remake Venezuela in his image.

By the time his election came about, I was not living in Venezuela any more. I remember hearing about his victory in my car after I had voted against him, on the road from Chicago to Ann Arbor. A sense of doom came over me. It took many years to shake it off.

A few weeks later, I was in Maracaibo and got to hear a speech of his – now as President Elect – in the Teatro Baralt. I remember being mesmerized by his pure, unparalleled political talent. The guy simply oozed charisma. “This guy,” I remember thinking, “could be sooooo good … but he’s soooo bad.”

During his time in power, he did a lot, most of it really bad. He threw people in jail just because he wanted to. Bad people started killing, stealing, and kidnapping other people, and he did nothing to stop them. He took away stuff that did not belong to him – farms, buildings, companies. He said really mean things about people he didn’t like, or simply disagreed with him. He lied to the country all the time – about the amount of money we had, about the things he had done, and finally, about the disease that ultimately killed him. Natalia, one time you asked me why I didn’t like Chávez, and I didn’t give you a very good answer. Now I can answer using a term you can understand: because he was a bully.

He did some good stuff too – he gave away money to poor people, and he made them feel like they counted for the first time. But for me, the bad severely outweighed the good.

I spent a lot of his time documenting those things with a bunch of my friends on the pages of this blog. I hope you will get to read it sometime. Maybe you will get to leaf through our book. But more important than understanding what Chávez did, is to understand why he did them, why he was allowed to do them, and why – as a nation – we decided to embark on this journey.

The main reason is poverty. Venezuelans like to think of ourselves as filthy rich, and in some degrees we are. The natural resources God put on our tiny sliver of the planet can truly be counted as a blessing.

But for too long we got used to living off of what we had underground, and not from the work we did. True wealth, you see, comes from hard work, from finding ways of doing things better and more efficiently, not from money that simply falls on your lap. We forgot about this, so when the things we had underground became less valuable, we became very poor. And when we became poor, we didn’t know who to blame, so we blamed ourselves … and we jumped off a cliff.

As a country, we didn’t understand what kind of a society we are, and how we could become better. That lead us to this madman whose life ended when his body turned against him.

Girls, we’re not in charge of our destiny. God always has a plan for us, and it is sometimes different from ours. You can accumulate all the power and all the money, like Chávez did, and God can take it away … just like that. In the end, none of it mattered to Him. All that matters is what we do with our talents, the amount of good that we do.

Maybe some day you can leaf through this blog, just to get a better sense of your dad’s country, and of him. I hope, when that day comes, you will understand how important my beloved country is to me, and hopefully, to you. Perhaps you will get a glimpse of the values I hold dear in my heart, so you too can understand the importance of remaining true to yourself, working hard, and not taking anything for granted. And may you learn from the lessons contained in these writings, so that history does not have to repeat itself.

Much love, and keep the faith,

Dad.

El camino sigue ahí – por Fernando Rodriguez

Sin lugar a dudas estamos en plena campana electoral Maduro vs. Capriles. El Camino sigue y deberia venir con mas fuerza. Este editorial de Fernando Rodriguez deberia ser leido por todos. El para muchos desconocido Rodriguez coloca el dedo en la llaga. A recuperar fuerzas que viene de nuevo una batalla. E.

El camino sigue ahí

Fernando Rodriguez desconocido por muchos, pero con una precision y olfato politico como pocos

Fernando Rodriguez desconocido por muchos, pero con una precision y olfato politico como pocos

La mejor prueba de que estamos cerca de una solución puntual al kafkiano dilema que vivimos y, de paso, el mayor mentís a las demagógicas especies que vende el gobierno sobre la recuperación paulatina y el ejercicio del mando del enfermo Presidente, es que estamos ya en una abierta campaña electoral para sustituirlo. Lo de Maduro no tiene vuelta, basta verlo dando brincos de aquí para allá en cuanta inauguración chucuta se le pone a tiro, en cualquier acto ritual por la recuperación de la salud de Chávez o haciendo cadenas cada vez que le viene en gana como manda la torturante tradición instalada.

Amén de su estilo polarizador inclemente, como manda la estrategia electoral populista, profiriendo los más extravagantes insultos y amenazas y ejecutando las más descabelladas acciones contra la oposición, como la imputación de Leopoldo López o los renovados ensañamientos contra los presos políticos. Lágrimas un día y el otro ansias de poder desfachatadamente voraces.

Por su parte, Henrique Capriles se dejó de formalismos y ya aclaró que va por su tercera victoria contra un vicepresidente y va a recorrer el país para movilizarlo y organizarlo. Eso dice más, porque es el verdadero cobre que está por batir, que las elucubraciones oncológicas del ABC o los tartamudos partes del doctor Villegas.

A nosotros nos parece bien esa dosis de veracidad en medio de tanta incertidumbre y apoteosis del pensamiento mágico en que vivimos.

Y desde el punto de vista opositor pareciera ser la mejor manera de movilizar su caudal político en momentos de una inquietante inmovilidad y depresión. Actitud que hay que vencer a toda costa para que recupere sus reales potencialidades políticas, que son muchas. A eso queremos referirnos.

Capriles sacó en las pasadas presidenciales más del 45% de los votos, es decir, quedó a escasos puntos de la mayoría absoluta. Pero contra Chávez, cierto que un Chávez limitado por su salud, pero sobre el cual ya se había puesto el manto muy diestramente manejado de la congoja por su mal, la llamada operación lástima. Capriles demostró, reconocida hasta por el propio Chávez, una capacidad de convocatoria popular nunca vista en el movimiento opositor, liderazgo sólido y sorprendente. Sin duda la derrota, relativa a todas luces, ha debido afectar en algo su popularidad, en especial y paradójicamente por las enormes expectativas que despertó hasta última hora. Pero no es un dato menor para medir su pegada política el que posteriormente haya triunfado en Miranda, sobre un candidato del más alto nivel burocrático y donde el gobierno se jugó el resto, dado el carácter altamente simbólico de esa justa. Preguntémonos, simplemente, por las posibilidades muy tangibles que puede tener ahora sin enfrentar a Chávez, con un contendor torpe y descangallado, que dista sobremanera del innegable carisma del Único.

Pero recordemos también que el país de octubre estaba intoxicado de billetes y que el de hoy, entre otras cosas producto de ese insensato derroche, sufre de males muy tangibles y crecientes. Una indetenible inflación acelerada por la devaluación y una enervante escasez que acaba de ser tildada por un distinguido experto como propia de un país en guerra. Además de la navegación acéfala que produce cualquier desmadre, desde apagones mayúsculos hasta el absurdo y mendaz manejo, para todos los ciudadanos, de un Presidente invisible y un desbarajuste constitucional.

A la depresión suelen suceder períodos de euforia, dicen, eso debería venir si logramos reiniciar el camino recto, que nunca ha dejado de estar ahí.