Birth, School, Work, Death

For my job, they have obliged me to participate in a master course. About finance, business administration, innovative marketing strategies, corporate economics, and how to use your inner child to be more creative in commercial enterprises. Seriously, I even had to participate in some kind of creativity workshop, full of coloured paper, lumps of clay, brainstorming and whatnot. People still have not realised that people work at their best on their own, without other people around to bother them. As everyone who knows me would imagine: this master is just the most perfect thing for me. It is exactly why I studied physics: so I could calculate the financial balance and solvency of companies. Really.

When I talked about this master, a few days later, in my favourite bar in Barcelona, my friends told me I should enjoy this opportunity. That working is something one should enjoy and life is all about making work as pleasurable as possible. And they are absolutely right, of course, when you look at it their way because, in fact, you spend most hours of your life at work. But no! I won´t agree! I won´t give up! I´ll stick to my principles. I am rather unhappy than a traitor. And to show I am not alone in this, there are Voskuil, Nescio and The Godfathers.

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Salinger, Bo Diddley, Pancakes

Lists are always inviting and almost always dissappointing. “The 100 best jokes of 2010”: 95 of them are not funny, involving mothers in law, the three B´s (Blondes, Breasts, Beer) or software. The remaining 5 you have heard before. Or, for instance, pointless lists of the 100 best rock albums of the 20th century when we all know there are only 5 (exercise for the reader).

The main fail in these lists is that they are too focused on just a single aspect (jokes, rock albums, fruitcakes) of this beautiful thing called life.  It would be more interesting to have a list of only three things you love which have nothing to do with each other.

This week:

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Invisible Man

Some days are worse than others. Bad weather days are almost always bad. And don´t tell me why I don´t like Mondays, because I already know.

Of course, it took me a while to figure it out. Why do people bump into me all the time? Why do people not get out-of-the-way when I try to pass a doorway or come up the elevator stairs? Why do people on the sidewalk suddenly walk just in front of me without paying attention to me at all? Why do people go before their turn in bakeries, vegetable shops, supermarkets? And in trains, metros, buses too. People go before their turn basically everywhere.

I remember once, I was pushing a motorcycle with a flat tyre over a broad sidewalk, I mean a really broad sidewalk. Six or seven persons could have walked next to each other without a problem. Also, besides me, there were only two other persons on this sidewalk. I was pushing this – very heavy – motorcycle up the road and at least 100 meters ahead, there is this guy talking to a girl. They are talking in a very relaxed way, looking everywhere around them, without a hurry. Two persons who have known each other for a while. They happen to stand in the middle of the sidewalk, which lies just on the same strip where I am trying to push the motor along. Yet they do not move an inch for me. I literally touch the boy´s back while I pass by, and only then he reacts, steps forward quickly and protests. I ask him whether he is blind. He replied that he was too busy talking to the girl.

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