Aficionado Quotes

Beauty is Suspect" declare numerous art aficionados and by so saying have dethroned beauty from its art pedestal. For that reason many people feel speechless and in need of art shrinks. "When is art?

One day she told me that they'd decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys.

My Heart I'm not going to cry all the time nor shall I laugh all the time, I don't prefer one "strain" to another. I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie, not just a sleeper, but also the big, overproduced first-run kind. I want to be at least as alive as the vulgar. And if some aficionado of my mess says "That's not like Frank!," all to the good! I don't wear brown and grey suits all the time, do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera, often. I want my feet to be bare, I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--you can't plan on the heart, but the better part of it, my poetry, is open.

Why is it drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users?

After all, we're currently living in a Bizarro society where teenagers are technology-obsessed, where the biggest sellers in every bookstores are fantasy novels about a boy wizard, and the blockbuster hit movies are all full of hobbits and elves or 1960s spandex superheroes. You don't have to go to a Star Trek convention to find geeks anymore. Today, almost everyone is an obsessive, well-informed aficionado of something. Pick your cult: there are food geeks and fashion geeks and Desperate Housewives geeks and David Mamet geeks and fantasy sports geeks. The list is endless. And since everyone today is some kind of trivia geek or other, there's not even a stigma anymore. Trivia is mainstream. "Nerd" is the new "cool.

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Of course I cook," I say looking offended. "I'm a pizza rolls aficionado.

Ballet aficionados are just sports fans in formal wear.

It is these aficionados, these rêveurs, who see the details in the bigger picture of the circus. They see the nuance of the costumes, the intricacy of the signs. They buy sugar flowers and do not eat them, wrapping them in paper instead and carefully bringing them home. They are enthusiasts, devotees. Addicts. Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent.

I love words, and that’s what I want to do. There’s no better satisfaction than using precisely the right word in a conversation. I love the challenge of learning a new language, and I love discovering patterns. And I find it fascinating that words in other languages have crept into our vocabulary. ‘Cul-de-sac,’ ‘aficionado,’ tattoo...

She had been like a roller coaster aficionado for whom tame county fair roller coasters were as good as the ones that spun you upside down and dropped you so fast your eyes turned red. It was all just a ride.

Every superhero, every Chosen One, goes through a painful and difficult process of Becoming. On this, all the relevant literature is in agreement. Ask any comic book aficionado, any movie buff. The heroes doubt themselves, even when confronted with irrefutable evidence. They've spent their whole lives listening to weak and powerless people who hate and fear anything that is different, who say that superhuman abilities simply don't exist, and they believe it.

El que fuese aficionado al baile era verdaderamente una ventaja a la hora de enamorarse;

Smoke and Cigar Aficionado. It was a personal touch, a nod to bygone days, and Keith felt right at home here. A creature of habit, he’d been coming into Rudy’s every weekday

Los intelectuales de Occidente son todos aficionados a la silla. Por eso la mayoría de ustedes son tan repulsivamente malsanos.

These are the times when we aficionados of the gas stove know we are on the side of God.

No American sport or activity has been so consistently and so passionately under attack as boxing, for "moral" as we'll as other reasons. And no American sport evokes so ambivalent a response in its defenders: when asked the familiar question "How can you watch . . . ?" the boxing aficionado really has no answer. He can talk about boxing only with others like himself.

[...] si consultáis a los historiadores, veréis que no ha habido príncipes más pestíferos para el Estado que cuando el poder cayó en manos de algún filosofastro o aficionado a las letras.

Since novelty is what your brain craves, you’ll be tempted to move on to something new, and that could be what makes the most sense. However, if you want to stay engaged for more than a few years in any endeavor, you’ll need to find a way to enjoy the nuances that only a true aficionado can appreciate. “The old in the new is what claims the attention,” said William James. “The old with a slightly new turn.

Nunca he conseguido superar la desagradable sensación de que estoy hecha de partes que no acaban de encajar bien en su lugar. Como si fuera un boceto realizado por un artista aficionado. De lejos está bien, pero cuando te acercas y te fijas, se ven muy claramente los borrones y los fallos.

Look at that butt! That's a Bond butt. Don't tell me you haven't noticed? You have to have a great butt to be Bond." She looked incredulous. "And you call yourself a Bond aficionado!" "James has sensitive eyes," I said. "Think Pierce Brosnan. That's what gets the ladies." And me. ~ (And me, too!) "Spy Candy

aficionados of the weather. We’d follow a storm

Wagamama. Text messaging aficionados might like to note that this is one of the most satisfying words you can possibly type.

soy un chico de 29 tacos aficionado a la música,un cantautor con estilo pop y letras buenas, malas y peores... pero mías.

Right here, right in front of his smoke-tinted eyes, masterpieces were being created and sold at a pittance to these rich beggars masquerading as art aficionados.

I am the world's most badass cat picture aficionado. I recommend that you put down your gun and surrender.

...Zachary winched a few more letters onto his last name and declared himself king of the Z aficionados.

Los soldados siempre deberían ser reacios a marchar a la guerra, barón. Son los aficionados quienes están ansiosos por hacerlo.

En cuanto a nosotros, aficionados a la lectura feliz, no leemos ni releemos más que lo que nos gusta, con un pequeño orgullo de lector mezclado con mucho entusiasmo.

He bragged about his friendship with Jeffrey Epstein and hit the town with scumbag aficionado Roy Cohn. As president, he pardoned notorious criminals like Joe Arpaio and Scooter Libby and cultivated friendships with authoritarian leaders like Kim Jong Un, Erdoğan, and Putin. It is rare for Trump to hide even the sleaziest of contacts, but he has taken pains to conceal his

Just because I’m a reporter doesn’t mean I don’t get to have an opinion about people.” “And your opinion of me is?” “Very low.” His eyes narrowed infinitesimally. “Is it my hair?” I flinched back, automatically checking out his hair. “No. There’s nothing wrong with your hair.” “You don’t like Star Wars?” He gestured to his shirt. “You’re a Trekkie? You should know, I’m an equal opportunity space drama aficionado, whether it be BattleSTAR Galactica, STAR Trek, or STAR—” “I get it, you like science fiction.” “Ah ha!” He lifted his index finger between us. “Ah ha, what?” “You’re a fantasy reader, aren’t you? That’s what’s going on. What’s your favorite TV show? Buffy the Vampire Slayer, right?” I lifted an eyebrow and crossed my arms, disliking that he’d guessed correctly. “What I read and watch isn’t the central issue.” “Have you received your Hogwarts letter?” he asked, and his tone was so serious, I almost mistook it for a real question

que como aficionados se nos ha negado toda instrucción en ese arte; que lo que sabemos lo hemos aprendido nosotros mismos; y que imprimimos en los ratos libres de una vida que dedicamos a otras cosas.

At work she became instant best friends with the Clinique girl, Susan, a Waynesboro muscle-car aficionado. She was fond of dispensinf wisdom along the lines or: "The bullshit stops when the green light pops!" I'd go to the mall to pick up Renee. take them both a couple of coffees, and hang out while they chattered in their hot white coats. Susan would take Renee to hot-rod shows and run-what-ya-brung drag races. She brought out sides of Renee I'd never gotten to see before, and it was a sight to behold. After a night out with Susan, Renee would always come back saying things like, "If it's got tits or tires, it's going to cost you money.

Este parecía pensativo. —¿Traeréis uno de esos calendarios de gatos a los que me he aficionado? Me gustaría decorar la cabaña. —Hay también otros tipos de calendarios. Con nutrias, y conejitos y perritos — bromeó Mark sonriendo. Con aspecto beatífico, Kieran echó la cabeza hacia atrás para contemplar las estrellas. —Sin duda, esta es una tierra de maravillas. Cristina los miró a ambos, con tanto amor en el corazón que casi le dolía. —Sin duda lo es.

Asiente por cortesía pero no cree en los actos fortuitos. Como aficionado a la lectura, cree en la estructura. Si aparece una pistola en el capítulo uno, más vale que se dispare en el capítulo tres. Es decir, cree en la narrativa.

When I first started following writers on social media, I imagined a deluge of profound quotes, writing tips and insights into the plight of wordsmiths. There was some of that. Mostly though, my timeline was taken up with their obsession with coffee: 'I want coffee/I'm having coffee/I've had coffee.' Then came photos of their favourite coffee mug/pot/shop/barista. So, if you've enjoyed a recently-published book, give credit to writers: the vampiric aficionados of the coffee cherry.

The aficionado prefers a crazy bomb to a mediocrity, because the musical as a form has such potential as entertainment that the merely adequate can fatigue the spirit while the disaster can amuse with its drastic misjudgments and desperation gambles.

I admit to not being an aficionado of children, having been one and having found my cohort and myself generally despicable. Unlike many, I was not intent on reproducing myself, deliberately or accidentally, since one of myself was more than enough for me to handle.

• ¡Qué corto ha sido el intervalo entre las ruinas abandonadas a sí mismas, accesibles tan sólo a unos cuantos aficionados intrépidos, semejantes a Piraneso abriéndose camino con el hacha por aquellas soledades encantadas, y la atracción turística para viajes organizados!

Thinking would seem to be a completely solitary activity. And so it is for the other animal species. But for humans, thinking is like a jazz musician improvising a novel riff in the privacy of his own room. It is a solitary activity all right, but on an instrument made by others for that general purpose, after years of playing with and learning from other practitioners, in a musical genre with a rich history of legendary riffs, for an imagined audience of jazz aficionados. Human thinking is individual improvisation enmeshed in a sociocultural matrix.

The aficionado, or lover of the bullfight, may be said, broadly, then, to be one who has this sense of the tragedy and ritual of the fight so that the minor aspects are not important except as they relate to the whole. Either you have this or you have not, just as, without implying any comparison, you have or have not an ear for music. Without an ear for music the principle impression of an auditor at a symphony concert might be of the motions of the players of the double bass, just as the spectator at the bullfight might remember only the obvious grotesqueness of a picador.

Si no quieres que un hombre sea políticamente desgraciado, no lo preocupes mostrándole dos aspectos de una misma cuestión. Muéstrale uno. Que olvide que existe la guerra. Es preferible que un gobierno sea ineficiente, autoritario y aficionado a los impuestos, a que la gente se preocupe por esas cosas.

This is the story of two student enthusiasts of the truth, aficionados of deploying words that seem like truth, of smoking endless cigarettes, and of enclosing themselves within the violent complacency of those who believe themselves better and purer than others, than that immense and detestable group called everyone else.

Es verdad que la gente compra más discos compactos que libros, que va más al cine y ve mucho más la televisión de lo que lee. Pero el período de influencia de los novelistas es más largo, quizá porque los lectores son algo más listos que los aficionados a las artes no escritas, y por lo tanto tienen una memoria un poco más larga.

Este anciano es un gran aficionado al sake. Un gran bebedor suele ser, en la mayoría de los hogares, un hombre solitario. Decidir si bebe porque es un solitario o si se ha vuelto solitario porque el resto de la familia le ha dado de lado por ser bebedor es tan difícil como dar una palmada y determinar cuál de las dos manos es la que ha sonado...

Aquel aficionado a las máscaras bien pudo ponerse de cuando en cuando la del graciosos, la del taimado desenvuelto o, simplemente, la del belga bonachón, falsas narices, aún más ficticias que su antifaz de joven príncipe romántico. El verdadero rostro, fuera el que fuese, se hallaba por debajo de todo eso (conozco a muchos así...sería una lista interminable...)

You don’t want to do this, Miss Sheffield,” he warned. “Oh,” she said with great feeling, “I do. I really, really do.” And then, with quite the most evil grin her lips had ever formed, she drew back her mallet and smacked her ball with every ounce of every single emotion within her. It knocked into his with stunning force, sending it hurtling even farther down the hill. Farther . . . Farther . . . Right into the lake. Openmouthed with delight, Kate just stared for a moment as the pink ball sank into the lake. Then something rose up within her, some strange and primitive emotion, and before she knew what she was about, she was jumping about like a crazy woman, yelling, “Yes! Yes! I win!” “You don’t win,” Anthony snapped. “Oh, it feels like I’ve won,” she reveled. Colin and Daphne, who had come dashing down the hill, skidded to a halt before them. “Well done, Miss Sheffield!” Colin exclaimed. “I knew you were worthy of the mallet of death.” “Brilliant,” Daphne agreed. “Absolutely brilliant.” Anthony, of course, had no choice but to cross his arms and scowl mightily. Colin gave her a congenial pat on the back. “Are you certain you’re not a Bridgerton in disguise? You have truly lived up to the spirit of the game.” “I couldn’t have done it without you,” Kate said graciously. “If you hadn’t hit his ball down the hill . . .” “I had been hoping you would pick up the reins of his destruction,” Colin said. The duke finally approached, Edwina at his side. “A rather stunning conclusion to the game,” he commented. “It’s not over yet,” Daphne said. Her husband gave her a faintly amused glance. “To continue the play now seems rather anticlimactic, don’t you think?” Surprisingly, even Colin agreed. “I certainly can’t imagine anything topping it.” Kate beamed. The duke glanced up at the sky. “Furthermore, it’s starting to cloud over. I want to get Daphne in before it starts to rain. Delicate condition and all, you know.” Kate looked in surprise at Daphne, who had started to blush. She didn’t look the least bit pregnant. “Very well,” Colin said. “I move we end the game and declare Miss Sheffield the winner.” “I was two wickets behind the rest of you,” Kate demurred. “Nevertheless,” Colin said, “any true aficionado of Bridgerton Pall Mall understands that sending Anthony into the lake is far more important than actually sending one’s ball through all the wickets. Which makes you our winner, Miss Sheffield.” He looked about, then straight at Anthony. “Does anyone disagree?” No one did, although Anthony looked close to violence. “Excellent,” Colin said. “In that case, Miss Sheffield is our winner, and Anthony, you are our loser.” A strange, muffled sound burst from Kate’s mouth, half laugh and half choke. “Well, someone has to lose,” Colin said with a grin. “It’s tradition.” “It’s true,” Daphne agreed. “We’re a bloodthirsty lot, but we do like to follow tradition.

Los nazis han atragantado a los alemanes con el acohol de la camaradería, cosa que ellos en parte deseaban, hasta el delirium tremens. Han convertido a todos los alemanes en camaradas y los han aficionado a esa droga desde la edad más temprana: en las Juventudes Hitlerianas, las SA, el ejército del Reich, en miles de campamentos y federaciones, extirpándoles algo irreemplazable, algo que no puede ser compensado con la felicidad propia de la camaradería.

Nietzsche decía que lo que más nos aproxima es una persona es una despedida, porque el sentimiento y el juicio no desean marchar juntos al separarnos. El tren de la vida corre sin darnos cuenta que alguien más se fue y de que no hubo tiempo para despedirse

It is these aficionados, these rêveurs, who see the details in the bigger picture of the circus. They see the nuance of the costumes, the intricacy of the signs. They buy sugar flowers and do not eat them, wrapping them in paper instead and carefully bringing them home. They are enthusiasts, devotees. Addicts. Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent. They seek each other out, these people of such specific like mind. They tell of how they found the circus, how those first few steps were like magic. Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars. They pontificate upon the fluffiness of the popcorn, the sweetness of the chocolate. They spend hours discussing the quality of the light, the heat of the bonfire. They sit over their drinks smiling like children and they relish being surrounded by kindred spirits, if only for an evening. When they depart, they shake hands and embrace like old friends, even if they have only just met, and as they go their separate ways they feel less alone than they had before.

Are you a chamber-music aficionado? Or do you like rock so raucous it makes your ears bleed? Whatever your pleasure, Finland has a music festival to suit. Savonlinna’s castle is the dramatic setting for a month-long opera festival; fiddlers gather at Kaustinen for full-scale folk; Pori, Espoo and Tampere attract thousands of jazz fans; Seinäjoki flashes sequins and high heels during its five-day tango festival; Turku's Ruisrock is one of several kicking rock festivals; and the Sibelius Festival in Lahti ushers in autumn with classical grace.

My first whore, I’ll talk about later and was more or less my teeth-cutter. But to continue, I sweet talked and Grey Goose-shot my way into a C-note quickie with the hottest one of these babes, and it was the best and most freaky buck-wild sex I'd ever had. This event changed me from being a decent, normal guy into an inveterate whorefucker, and somewhat of an aficionado.  Whores, if chosen right, are the creme de la creme of fucking, as they have practice, study porn tapes for BJ technique and largely like it, and the vast majority I've been with could win the Nobel Prize for sheer amazing fuckery.

Now, isn’t that neat.” Midwestern sarcasm, when it’s done correctly, can be a thing of rare beauty. It’s like performance art. Everywhere else in the world, you can identify sarcasm if you’re paying attention. Even if the hostility isn’t overt, you can read the signs. There’ll be slightly elongated syllables or a pitch that’s just a little off. It’s like a trombone player with a plunger head. There’s that slight “wah-wah” tone-bending to let you know not to take this too seriously. Midwestern sarcasm plays it straight and makes you listen more closely. You have to treat every conversation like a safecracker. Unless your ears have been trained to recognize it, you’ll miss the hint of a minor key. Sometimes you don’t realize what’s happened until hours later, when it’s 3:00 a.m. and you’re half-asleep, and it suddenly hits you. “Aw, crap, they didn’t mean any of that, did they?” Midwestern sarcasm becomes even more deadly when it’s combined with small-town isolationism. These women had been cheerleaders at our high school, they weren’t indie rock aficionados, and Wilco isn’t exactly a household name. So on the one hand, it wasn’t surprising that they hadn’t followed every turn in my career. It’s shocking that they even remembered I played music at all.

Being lonely as a kid might well have been necessary for me,” I told audiences in my talks. “If I’d had the friends I dreamt of, I’d never have spent the time to become the machine aficionado I am today. Now that I’m grown I can put that in perspective. The world is full of friendly people with no technical skills. The few of us who see into machines like others see into humans are singularly uncommon, and we’re valued for that. If we use a technology like TMS to help a lonely teen today, will we be taking that exceptional ability away from him tomorrow? Should we trade friends in seventh grade for designing a working spaceship at age twenty-five?

Si no quieres que un hombre sea políticamente desgraciado, no lo preocupes mostrándole dos aspectos de una misma cuestión. Muéstrale uno. Que olvide que existe la guerra. Es preferible que un gobierno sea ineficiente, autoritario y aficionado a los impuestos, a que la gente se preocupe por esas cosas. Paz, Montag. Que la gente intervenga en concursos donde haya que recordar las palabras de las canciones más populares, o los nombres de las capitales de los Estados, o cuánto maíz cosechó Iowa el último año. Llénalos de noticias incombustibles. Sentirán que la información los ahoga, pero se creerán inteligentes. Les parecerá que están pensando, tendrán una sensación de movimiento sin moverse. Y serán felices, pues los hechos de esa especie no cambian. No les des materias resbaladizas, como filosofía o psicología, que engendran hombres melancólicos. El que pueda instalar en su casa una pared de TV, y hoy está al alcance de cualquiera, es más feliz que aquel que pretende medir el universo, o reducirlo a una ecuación. Las medidas y las ecuaciones, cuando se refieren al universo, dan al hombre una sensación de inferioridad y soledad. Lo sé, lo he probado. Al diablo con esas cosas. ¿Qué necesitamos entonces? Más reuniones y clubes, acróbatas y magos, automóviles de reacción, helicópteros, sexo y heroína. Todo lo que pueda hacerse con reflejos automáticos.

En una actualización de un estudio clásico que demuestra que los aficionados al fútbol siempre ven más infracciones del equipo rival, Kahan y sus colaboradores mostraban un vídeo de una protesta delante de un edificio.29 Cuando el título lo etiquetaba como una protesta contra el aborto en un centro de salud, los conservadores veían una manifestación pacífica, mientras que los liberales veían que los manifestantes bloqueaban la entrada e intimidaban a quienes acudían. Cuando se etiquetaba como una protesta contra la exclusión de los homosexuales en un centro de reclutamiento militar, eran los conservadores los que veían horcas y antorchas, y los liberales quienes veían a Mahatma Gandhi.

Quantum uncertainty and chaos theory have had deplorable effects upon popular culture, much to the annoyance of genuine aficionados. Both are regularly exploited by obscurantists, ranging from professional quacks to daffy New Agers. In America, the self-help ‘healing’ industry coins millions, and it has not been slow to cash in on quantum theory’s formidable talent to bewilder. This has been documented by the American physicist Victor Stenger. One well-heeled healer wrote a string of best-selling books on what he calls ‘Quantum Healing’. Another book in my possession has sections on quantum psychology, quantum responsibility, quantum morality, quantum aesthetics, quantum immortality and quantum theology. Chaos theory, a more recent invention, is equally fertile ground for those with a bent for abusing sense. It is unfortunately named, for ‘chaos’ implies randomness. Chaos in the technical sense is not random at all. It is completely determined, but it depends hugely, in strangely hard-to-predict ways, on tiny differences in initial conditions. Undoubtedly it is mathematically interesting.

Había escuchado tantas teorías para explicarlo todo. Porque sí, porque no había nada para hacer, porque estaban aburridos, porque no se llevaban bien con sus padres, porque no tenían padres o porque tenían demasiados, porque les pegaban, porque los hacían abortar, porque tomaban tanto alcohol y tantas drogas, porque les habían hecho un daño, porque salían de noche, porque robaban, porque salían con mujeres, porque salían con mujeres de la noche, porque tenían traumas de infancia, traumas de adolescencia, traumas de primera juventud, porque hubieran querido nacer en otro lado, porque no los dejaban ver al padre, porque la madre los había abandonado, porque hubieran preferido que la madre los hubiera abandonado, porque los habían violado, porque eran solteros, porque tenían amores pero desgraciados, porque habían dejado de ir a misa, porque eran católicos, satánicos, evangelistas, aficionados al dibujo, punks, sentimentales, raros, estudiosos, coquetos, vagos, petroleros, porque tenían problemas, porque no los tenían en absoluto. Teorías. Y las cosas, que se empeñaban en no tener respuesta.

Es muy fea. ¡Y sin embargo, es deliciosa! El Tiempo y el Amor la han señalado con sus garras y la han enseñado cruelmente lo que cada minuto y cada beso se llevan de juventud y de frescura. Es verdaderamente fea; es hormiga, araña, si queréis hasta esqueleto: ¡pero también es brebaje, magisterio, hechizo! En suma, es exquisita. No pudo el Tiempo romper la armonía chispeante de su andar y la elegancia indestructible de su armazón. El Amor no pudo alterar la suavidad de su hálito infantil, y el tiempo nada arrancó de su abundante crin que exhala en leonados perfumes toda la vitalidad endiablada del Mediodía francés: Nimes, Aix, Arles, Aviñón, Narbona, Tolosa, ¡ciudades benditas del sol, enamoradas y encantadoras! En vano la mordieron con buenos dientes el Tiempo y el Amor; en nada amenguaron el encanto vago, pero eterno, de su pecho de doncel. Gastada quizá, pero no fatigada, y siempre heroica, hace pensar en esos caballos de raza fina que los ojos del verdadero aficionado distinguen aunque vayan enganchados a un coche de alquiler o a un lento carromato. ¡Y es, además, tan dulce y ferviente! Quiere como se quiere en otoño; diríase que la proximidad del invierno prende en su corazón un fuego nuevo, y nada de fatigoso hubo jamás en lo servil de su ternura.

They are aficionados at this point, and are hoping to see the green flash at sunset. Apparently Earth’s gravity, or atmosphere, they argue about which, bends the light from the sun in such a way that just before it dips under the horizon and disappears, the Earth is actually physically between the observer and the sun, but the sunlight is curving around the globe because of the atmosphere, or gravity, and as blue light curves more than red light, this curve around the Earth splits the light as if passing it through a prism, and this means that the last visible point of sunlight turns, not blue, which would be too much of a bend and too much like the sky’s color, but green, said to be a pure brilliant emerald green. “This we have to see!” Aram declares. Badim agrees. “Strange to be as old as we are, and see it for the first time.” He turns and calls to Freya. “Girl, come see this green flash that may occur!” “You’re not that old,” she says to him. “You’re like the hundredth-oldest person in the ship.” “Well, even that would be old, but in fact I think I’m down to about fifteenth now. But let’s stay focused on the sunset. I’m told when the sun is three-quarters gone, you can look at it without damaging your eyes. Not for long, mind you, but long enough to see the green flash when it comes.

He ambled towards the abyss again, Acquiescing to the adroit turns of his Abtenauer, his Altai horse, his Appaloosa, His Ardennais, and his Australian Brumby….. Agilely each equine adumbrates the aesthetics Of aestivating, much like aficionados of nature And much like ailurophiles, too…… Ambrosial aromas attract his attention to the Assemblage of amaranth foliage growing At the abyss’s edge. “Anglophile!” “Antediluvian!” “Aplomb!” “Apocryphal!” “Apophenia!” “Apothecary!” Each petal calls out to him as he captures their vision in his Aqueous humor. Now an arabesque they display, Then some archipelago formation, as they (those purple perennials) Give in to the Wind’s whimsy. “What’s in my arsenal?” He asks himself. “Do I have Authenticity, like Astrophysics and Astronomy?” “Am I at last in my Autumn, torn asunder by Avarice? Shall I now step toward Winter to wither and waste away, without rebirth?” The Summer’s azure skies call him back, reminding him of his herd. Homeward he must turn. The pony pushes him back to the plain. And, as he trudges away from the abyss, the warriors of darkness— His old battle buddies who left him behind as they raced toward Providence— Rattle in his mind with their Paleolithic war toys, on the war path, chanting: “The greatest battles we face are in the silent chambers of our own souls…..” -----from the poem 'Summer Battle' in the book HOT STUFF: CELEBRATING SUMMER'S SIMMER AND SIZZLE, by Mariecor Ruediger

No se puede construir una casa sin clavos en la madera. Si no quieres que un hombre se sienta políticamente desgraciado, no le enseñes dos aspectos de una misma cuestión, para preocuparle; enséñale sólo uno. O, mejor aún, no le des ninguno. Haz que olvide que existe una cosa llamada guerra. Si el Gobierno es poco eficiente, excesivamente intelectual o aficionado a aumentar los impuestos, mejor es que sea todo eso que no que la gente se preocupe por ello. Tranquilidad, Montag. Dale a la gente concursos que puedan ganar recordando la letras de las canciones más populares, o los nombres de las capitales del Estado, o cuánto maíz produjo Iowa el año pasado. Atibórralos de datos no combustibles, lánzales encima tantos "hechos" que se sientan abrumados, pero totalmente al día en cuanto a información. Entonces, tendrán la sensación de que piensan, tendrán la sensación de que se mueven sin moverse. Y serán felices, porque los hechos de esta naturaleza no cambian. No les des ninguna materia delicada como Filosofía o Sociología para que empiecen a atar cabos. Por ese camino se encuentra la melancolía. Cualquier hombre que pueda desmontar un mural de televisión y volver a armarlo luego, y, en la actualidad, la mayoría de los hombres pueden hacerlo, es más feliz que cualquier otro que trata de medir, calibrar y sopesar el Universo, que no puede ser medido ni sopesado sin que un hombre se sienta bestial y solitario.Lo sé, lo he intentado. ¡Al diablo con ello! Así, pues, adelante con los clubs y las fiestas, los acróbatas y los prestidigitadores, los coches a reacción, las bicicletas helicópteros, el sexo y las drogas, más de todo lo que esté relacionado con los reflejos automáticos. Si el drama es malo, si la película no dice nada, si la comedia carece de sentido, dame una inyección de teramina. Me parecerá que reacciono con la obra, cuando sólo se trata de una reacción táctil a las vibraciones. Pero no me importa. Prefiero un entretenimiento completo.

Finally, he looked sideways at Vaughn. “So. I guess this is probably a good time to mention that Isabelle is pregnant.” That got a small chuckle out of Vaughn. “I kind of figured that already. I’ve had my suspicions for a few weeks.” Simon nodded. “Isabelle wondered if you knew.” “You could’ve told me, Simon,” Vaughn said, not unkindly. “I get why you might not want Mom to know yet, but why not talk to me about it?” Simon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I guess I didn’t think you’d understand.” “I wouldn’t understand that you want to marry the woman who’s pregnant with your child? I think that’s a concept I can grasp.” “See, that’s just it.” Simon gestured emphatically. “I knew that’s how you would see it. That I’m marrying Isabelle because I got her pregnant. And I don’t want you, or Mom, or anyone else to think about Isabelle that way—that she’s the woman I had to marry, because it was the right thing to do. Because the truth is, I knew I wanted to marry Isabelle on our second date. She invited me up to her apartment that night, and I saw that she had the entire James Bond collection on Blu-ray. Naturally, being the Bond aficionado that I am, I threw out a little test question for her: ‘Who’s the best Bond?’” Vaughn scoffed. “Like there’s more than one possible answer to that.” “Exactly. Sean Connery’s a no-brainer, right? But get this—she says Daniel Craig.” Simon caught Vaughn’s horrified expression. “I know, right? So I’m thinking the date is over because clearly she’s either crazy or has seriously questionable taste, but then she starts going on and on about how Casino Royale is the first movie where Bond is touchable and human, and then we get into this big debate that lasts for nearly an hour. And as I’m sitting there on her couch, I keep thinking that I don’t know a single other person who would relentlessly argue, for an hour, that Daniel Craig is a better Bond than Sean Connery. She pulled out the DVDs and showed me movie clips and everything.” He smiled, as if remembering the moment. “And somewhere in there, it hit me. I thought to myself, I’m going to marry this woman.

Kitch and fellow Trinidadian calypsonian Lord Beginner made the decision to pay the £28.10s passage on the Windrush precisely because they knew there was a healthy African-Caribbean music scene in London, and they could find a relatively wealthy black audience. As a symbol of specifically musical immigration into the UK, however, Kitch’s quayside concert is priceless. For a calypso so vividly to reference the capital was a defining moment. This wasn’t simply music performed and consumed in Britain, on a strictly insular level, by immigrants and reverent aficionados; it was music that while remaining faithful to the Caribbean was adapted to fit its new setting, and found itself in a creative environment that was prepared to make efforts to accommodate it.

Dirección : Pl. de Carlos Trías Bertrán, 4, 28020 Madrid Teléfono : +34 911 78 18 00 Una herramienta es un objeto diseñado para facilitar la realización de una tarea específica o conjunto de tareas. Las herramientas pueden ser manuales o eléctricas, y están diseñadas para ayudar en la construcción, reparación, mantenimiento o cualquier otra actividad que requiera un esfuerzo físico o mecánico. Ejemplos comunes de herramientas incluyen martillos, destornilladores, sierras, taladros, llaves y muchas otras. Las herramientas pueden ser utilizadas por profesionales o aficionados en una amplia variedad de campos, incluyendo la carpintería, la mecánica, la electrónica, la plomería y muchos otros. En resumen, una herramienta es un objeto esencial para la realización de trabajos de manera eficiente y efectiva.

Callers themselves were screened by psych grad students and a profile was worked up using a series of five innocuous questions that ferreted out lurkers, stalkers, weenie wavers, bondage aficionados, self-published poets,

—Tenemos a un deportista, una pintora, una bibliotecaria y un avand’to aficionado con posesión de dossu, presuntamente armados hasta la coronilla, involucrados en el incendio de una casa, disturbios en el centro de Arisla y… esperen, esto se pone bueno… ¡¿Y ahora contrabandeando a un niño?! En serio, es raro… y grave. Más vale que alguno de ustedes me diga qué demonios está pasando. —¡Maldición! —dijo Andrue—. Alguien hizo su tarea.

«Te diré el secreto para hacerse rico en Wall Street. Ser codicioso cuando los demás son prudentes y ser prudente cuando los otros son codiciosos.» «El mercado de valores no es un partido de fútbol. No tienes por qué chutar la pelota continuamente: debes esperar el momento adecuado. El problema es que, cuando gestionas dinero, los aficionados siempre están gritado: “¡Chuta, tio!”.» «Intento comprar acciones de empresas que son tan fantásticas que hasta un idiota podría dirigirlas. Porque, tarde o temprano, alguno lo hará.»

Pero eso lo entendió después de duras experiencias, cuando ya era tarde. Como casi siempre sucede (como si el tiempo se divirtiese en presentarse antes de lo debido para que la gente haga representaciones tan grotescas y primarias como las que hacen ciertos cuadros de aficionados a los que les falta experiencia: Otelos que todavía no han amado).

Wasson era un banquero de J. P. Morgan convertido en cazador de hongos aficionado

El hábito no hace al monje, pero el crimen, o su presunción, hacen al detective, particularmente al aficionado.

Most people tend to extrapolate their preferences on to others. If they love the 1960s, they will automatically assume that the majority of their peers do, too. The same goes for 1980s aficionados. We frequently overestimate unanimity with others, believing that everyone else thinks and feels exactly like we do. This fallacy is called the false-consensus effect.

Stepping across discarded, rotting pod shells toward the cacao trees, she wondered if these were the prized white cacao beans that produced the legendary chocolate that Aztec kings had consumed. Did these trees yield the smoothest, most flavorful, aromatic cocoa that had been the ultimate lingua franca between chocolate aficionados, chefs, and growers around the world?

El deseo y el placer, que son fenómenos culturales, antropológicos, secundarios, no explican a fin de cuentas la sexualidad; lejos de ser factores determinantes, están sociológicamente determinados. En un sistema monógamo, romántico y amoroso, sólo pueden alcanzarse a través del ser amado, que en principio es único. En la sociedad liberal en la que vivían Bruno y Christiane, el modelo sexual propuesto por la cultura oficial (publicidad, revistas, organismos sociales y de salud pública) era el de la aventura. Dentro de un sistema así, el deseo y el placer aparecen como desenlace de un proceso de seducción, haciendo hincapié en la novedad, la pasión y la creatividad individual (cualidades por otra parte requeridas a los empleados en el marco de la vida profesional). La desaparición de los criterios de seducción intelectuales y morales en provecho de unos criterios puramente físicos empujaba poco a poco a los aficionados a las discotecas para parejas a un sistema ligeramente distinto, que se podía considerar el fantasma de la cultura oficial: el sistema sádico. Dentro de este sistema todas las pollas están tiesas y son desmesuradas, los senos son de silicona, los coños siempre van depilados y rezumantes. Las clientes habituales de las discotecas por parejas, a menudo lectoras de conexión o hot video, tenían un objetivo muy simple cada noche: que las empalaran muchas pollas enormes. Lo normal era que su siguiente etapa fuesen los clubs sadomasoquistas. El placer es cosa de costumbre, como seguramente habría dicho Pascal si le hubieran interesado este tipo de asuntos

El botón de Lichtenberg no es un ejemplo insólito de elevar lo menospreciado a alturas filosóficas. Es un tributo a la normalidad de todo lo que nos preocupa desde siempre. Desde la Antigüedad, el feliz culto a la trivialidad tiene varios tomos de obras incompletas: Luciano de Samósata elogiando la inmortalidad del alma de las moscas, Sinesio de Cirene defendiendo la sabiduría lampiña de los calvos, Leonardo da Vinci preguntando por qué es tan larga la lengua de un pájaro carpintero, Francisco de Quevedo ponderando las gracias y desgracias del ojo del culo, sor Juana Inés de la Cruz señalando el engaño colorido de los retratos, Xavier de Maistre detallando un viaje de cuarenta y dos días alrededor de su cuarto, J. W. Goethe describiendo la morfología de las nubes, Montaigne confesando un terror crónico a sus cálculos renales, Charles Lamb admirando la melancolía de los sastres, Schopenhauer examinando la visión nocturna de fantasmas, Darwin dedicándole su último libro a las lombrices, Machado de Assis proponiendo reglas para comportarse en los tranvías, Nietzsche interrogándose sobre el valor de un fósforo por su eventual poder de destrucción, R. L. Stevenson meditando sobre los efectos meteorológicos de un paraguas, Proust babeando por los lujosos salones de princesas y condesas de París, Chesterton predicando la humildad del plomo, Rosa Luxemburgo llamando por teléfono a sus amigos para que escucharan con ella a un ruiseñor, Roberto Arlt calculando con cuántas mujeres estuvo un difunto que escribió setenta y dos mil cartas de amor, Lu Sin debatiendo sobre los senos fajados versus los senos naturales, Theodor Adorno acusando lo insoportables que son los signos de exclamación, Salvador Novo argumentado su rencor contra la letra h, Vladimir Nabokov alabando las alas de las mariposas, Hannah Arendt discutiendo sobre la banalidad del mal, Clarice Lispector dictando reglas de seducción para mujeres, Roland Barthes explicando la mitología del bistec y las papas fritas, Virginia Woolf contándonos la muerte de una polilla, Sylvia Plath revelando el placer de escarbarse la nariz, Italo Calvino estudiando la fenomenología del llanto en las novelas, Cioran blasfemando contra el tedio de los domingos por la tarde, García Márquez especulando sobre la inutilidad de los días jueves, Wisława Szymborska y su preocupación por la inexistencia de una historia de los botones.

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Sometimes, matadors got gored (...) Aficionados viewed their dramatic deaths like martyrdom in a holy war. Some animal rights activists also marked these gruesome occasions in their mental calendars.

«Ningún ciudadano tiene derecho a ser un aficionado en el entrenamiento físico. Qué desgracia es para un hombre envejecer sin ver la belleza y fuerza de la que su cuerpo es capaz».

—Sorprendente y explicable. Los videojuegos han condicionado la mente de sus aficionados durante décadas, inundándolos de ideas de combate en contra de alienígenas, la salvación del mundo y el rescate de personas en peligro. Imprimieron en la mente de los video jugadores un concepto de heroísmo desde que eran niños, manipulándolos de modo que sientan que ellos son la clave para la salvación, o al menos para que deseen ser figuras heroicas. Es justamente como Joseph Campbell dijo en su “camino del héroe”.

Pickleball is a sport most people have never heard of but is a big deal in Florida's retirement communities. It is a geriatric version of tennis played with Ping-Pong paddles and a Whiffle Ball on a court similar to a badminton court... Jeff Laughlin, a North Carolina sportswriter, visited a pickleball match and reported that "the absurdity of the name can only be rivaled by the absurdity of the sport itself." Because the rackets are pretty lightweight and the Whiffle Ball is, well, a Whiffle Ball, no on can hit the ball hard enough to get it past an opposing player. The result is a game featuring "long, arduous volleys" that seem to end mainly once someone gets tired of swinging the racket or it's time for lunch. Laughlin characterizes the sport as "incredibly easy and boring," but to aficionados, apparently, it is a great way to work up a thirst for an afternoon martini.

Dr. Fauci’s aficionados, including President Biden and the cable and network news anchors, counseled Americans to “trust the experts.” Such advice is both anti-democratic and anti-science.

I bury myself in the comfort offered by my bar of white vanilla and olive oil chocolate, enjoying every luxurious morsel. This isn't strictly pure chocolate as it's made with cocoa butter rather than cocoa solids (these things matter to the aficionado) but it's so great that Clive is allowed to keep it in his repertoire. It's like a grown-up version of a Milky Bar---but I'd never dare say that within earshot of Clive. I let its velvety texture melt slowly on my tongue and let out a long, steady exhalation of breath. Joy is returning to my life.

With a stellar entrepreneurial track record, Adam S. Kaplan is a seasoned professional with a wealth of expertise. His excellence in the field of financial guidance and adept provision of strategic consulting showcase his extensive experience. His diverse licensing credentials underscore his multifaceted skills and unwavering commitment to ethical standards. Beyond finance, Adam offers consulting services on a wide range of topics, including business projects, career development, networking, insurance, and life coaching. He's also an aviation enthusiast, a meticulous model car builder, a dedicated Mets fan, a tennis aficionado, and a connoisseur of culture and culinary arts.

Being the true crime aficionado and millennial I was, I had no intention of answering.

Hailing from Mamaroneck, NY, Amet Vucetovic is a seasoned Superintendent with over 37 years of marital joy alongside his beloved wife, Idajeta Vucetovic. A proud grandfather to five, he is a soccer aficionado who once showcased his skills on the field during his younger years. Presently, he and his wife are delving into the world of golf while he continues to pursue his artistic passions.

At least we were sharing a room so we wouldn’t get murdered in the night by a ham aficionado who hadn’t gotten enough to eat.

Me atrevo a decir que los desciframientos permanecen in fieri. Porque las razones del profesor para emprender su excursión a La Cumbrecita, convertirse en el detective aficionado que descubre la supervivencia de Van Hutten, llegar a conocer el mensaje contenido en la susodicha epístola, vivir un amor fugaz con la jovencísima Christiane, hija del arqueólogo, y regresar, por fin, a Buenos Aires como un alma perdida, todos aquellos motivos nunca nos quedan claros.

I consider Greek morality to be the supreme morality up to now; what this consideration shows me is that its bodily expression made (it) the supreme morality up to now. Yet by that I mean the actual people's morality — not the one espoused by the philosophers: the decline of morals begins with Socrates: there are exclusively one-sided elements in the different systems that in earlier times were parts of a whole — it is the disintegrated older ideal. In addition there is the predominantly plebeian character, there are people without power, marginalized, oppressed etc. In more recent times the Italian Renaissance brought human beings to their highest level: "the Florentines" — for similar reasons. Isolated conditions are also evident there alongside perfect and whole human beings, like fragments: e.g., "the tyrant" is such a fragment: the art aficionado. Perhaps the Provençal had already achieved such an apogee in Europe — very rich, multifaceted, and yet self-possessed human beings, who were not ashamed of their drives.

a los pueblos les cautivan los príncipes de espíritu cultivado, aficionados a las letras, hasta con talento.

Hoy, día de los Difuntos, me juro que esta pieza, dedicada a todos los muertos y a todos cuantos aún han de morir, estará acabada pronto y con fuerza. Ha de ser de tal forma que todos la entiendan y que yo no tenga que avergonzarme de ella ante nadie. Porque si no dejo acabada esta obra de teatro, mi primera toma de posición vinculante respecto a la muerte, no habré vivido. En comparación, no cuenta nada de todo lo demás que he hecho. Ante todas las personas que se me han acercado, he despotricado contra la muerte, y nadie me ha entendido. Unas, las mujeres, veían en ello un exceso de energía y algo así como una promesa religiosa de carácter privado y dirigida a ellas personalmente, una juventud más larga, un amor más largo, un placer más largo de todo tipo. Los otros, los cristianos, trataban de interpretarlo a su manera: o sea, un cristiano secreto a pesar de todo, perteneciente a su fe y sólo impedido por su orgullo en reconocerlo abiertamente. Otros, a su vez, los aficionados al arte, lo veían como una expresión torpe y quizá demasiado pública de su propio afán: «Quiere ser inmortal». Dios, que no existe, testimoniará en mi favor y confirmará que yo no quería nada de todo eso: ni soy un amante, ni un cristiano, ni un artista, pero no reconozco la muerte, y eso es todo.

seguir adelante cuando lo que tienes que hacer te resulta fastidioso o doloroso o desgastante, es lo que hace la diferencia entre los profesionales y los aficionados.

RESUMEN DEL CAPÍTULO ◆ La Regla de Ricitos de Oro establece que los humanos experimentamos el máximo de motivación cuando trabajamos en tareas que están justo en el borde de nuestras habilidades actuales. ◆ La más grande amenaza al éxito no es el fracaso, es el aburrimiento. ◆ Conforme los hábitos se convierten en rutina, se vuelven menos interesantes y menos satisfactorios. Nos aburren. ◆ Cualquiera puede trabajar cuando se siente motivado. Es la habilidad de seguir adelante cuando el trabajo no es emocionante lo que hace la diferencia. ◆ Los profesionales mantienen un horario, los aficionados dejan que la vida se entrometa en el camino.

The Idea Generators So let’s open the net wide and get down to generating ideas . . . I mean problems! Here’s what the process of coming up with a million-dollar business idea does NOT look like: Getting on TikTok or YouTube and mindlessly copying whatever the influencers say is working for them Getting struck with the perfect vision for a genius new product Meditating, following your passion, and brainstorming Following any other woo-woo method that promises inspiration in a box Here’s what the actual process looks like: What’s the most painful (aka valuable) problem you can solve for people . . . That you also have passion for and/or unique expertise in . . . For the largest niche possible that you belong to and understand . . . Simple enough, but takes some light and fun brainwork. Remember to focus on your Zone of Influence here (your existing community): the 150 followers you have on TikTok, the 200 in your local Taco Aficionados group, the 300 in the WhatsApp group for your mountain biking club (not to mention the 143,000 in the subreddit r/mountainbiking). Your job as a problem seeker is to go to a community of yours. You can access all the idea challenges and more examples at MillionDollarWeekend.com. Now it’s your turn. Use the following four challenges to come up with at least ten potentially profitable ideas:

So can we arrive at a general principle as to why e-books have flopped in developed markets while audio and video streaming have triumphed? The technology commentator and best-selling author Edward Tenner argues that there are several reasons people are sometimes reluctant to abandon an old technology in favor of a new one. The first involves the potential vulnerabilities of the new thing. For instance, the fax machine is now a museum piece, but for a while people continued to prefer it over emailing scanned documents out of security concerns. Another potential reason involves aesthetics and nostalgia. Although dwarfed by music CDs and streaming, vinyl record sales continue to grow within the niche market of music aficionados. And despite improvements in automatic transmissions, certain car lovers prefer stick shifts. Perhaps the key to understanding format resilience is that technologies rise and fall as part of ecosystems, rarely on their own or by themselves. Those ecosystems need to evolve quickly, through open innovation, in order to appeal to new generations of users, transforming the landscape in the process. E-book platforms have remained fundamentally closed to external innovators, especially on the software side. As a result, the functionality of e-books remains limited. Moreover, research indicates that reading a physical book enables the reader to absorb information more efficiently than reading the same book on an e-reader or a tablet. “The implicit feel of where you are in a physical book turns out to be more important than we realized,” argues Abigail Sellen, a scientist and engineer at Microsoft Research Cambridge in England. “Only when you get an e-book do you start to miss it. I don’t think e-book manufacturers have thought enough about how you might visualize where you are in a book.

Ask yourself the following questions to find profitable niches. 1. Which social, industry, and professional groups do you belong to, have you belonged to, or do you understand, whether dentists, engineers, rock climbers, recreational cyclists, car restoration aficionados, dancers, or other? Look creatively at your resume, work experience, physical habits, and hobbies and compile a list of all the groups, past and present, that you can associate yourself with. Look at products and books you own, include online and offline subscriptions, and ask yourself, “What groups of people purchase the same?” Which magazines, websites, and newsletters do you read on a regular basis? 2. Which of the groups you identified have their own magazines? Visit a large bookstore such as Barnes & Noble and browse the magazine rack for smaller specialty magazines to brainstorm additional niches. There are literally thousands of occupation- and interest/hobby-specific magazines to choose from. Use Writer’s Market to identify magazine options outside the bookstores. Narrow the groups from question 1 above to those that are reachable through one or two small magazines. It’s not important that these groups all have a lot of money (e.g., golfers)—only that they spend money (amateur athletes, bass fishermen, etc.) on products of some type. Call these magazines, speak to the advertising directors, and tell them that you are considering advertising; ask them to e-mail their current advertising rate card and include both readership numbers and magazine back-issue samples. Search the back issues for repeat advertisers who sell direct-to-consumer via 800 numbers or websites—the more repeat advertisers, and the more frequent their ads, the more profitable a magazine is for them … and will be for us.

... La bala retozona del 5.56, esa misma que hace zigzag y en vez de salir por ahí sale por allá o hace estallar el hígado, se comporta así porque un brillante ingeniero, hombre pacífico donde los haya, quizá católico practicante, aficionado a Mozart y a la jardinería, pasó muchas horas estudiando el asunto. Tal vez hasta le dio nombre -Bala Louise, Pequeña Eusebia- porque el día que se le ocurrió el invento era el cumpleños de su mujer o su hija. Después, una vez terminados los planos, con la conciencia tranquila y la satisfacción del deber cumplido, el asesino de manos limpias apagó la luz de la mesa de proyectos y se fue a Disneylandia con la familia.

Summer’s lease hath all too short a date. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Aficionados

Tras verme rechazado en un par de tiendas de artículos de deporte («¡Chaval, si hay algo que el mundo no necesita son más zapatillas de atletismo!»), me recorrí todo el Pacífico Noroeste, asistiendo a varias competiciones en pista. Entre carrera y carrera charlaba con entrenadores, corredores y aficionados, y les mostraba mi mercancía. La respuesta siempre era la misma. No daba abasto con tanto pedido. De regreso a Portland, iba dándole vueltas a mi repentino éxito de ventas. Había sido incapaz de vender enciclopedias, y por añadidura era un trabajo que despreciaba. Vendiendo fondos mutuos me había ido un poco mejor, pero me hacía sentirme vacío. Entonces ¿por qué vender zapatillas era tan distinto? Comprendí que era porque no estaba vendiendo nada. Yo creía que correr era bueno. Pensaba que, si la gente corría unas cuantas millas cada día, el mundo sería un lugar mejor, y estaba convencido de que aquellas deportivas eran las mejores para correr. La gente percibía que creía en ello, y quería parte de dicha fe para sí misma. «Es la fe», decidí. «La fe es irresistible.»

I’ve always loved this, what silly people disregard as humping but what aficionados call frottage – this feeling a guy over every inch of me, forehead to toes.

Como decía Thomas Friedman, columnista de The New York Times: «Lo normal era que sólo estuviese disponible la mano de obra barata extranjera; actualmente los genios extranjeros baratos también están disponibles». Baratos no únicamente porque trabajan por menos dinero; baratos porque muchas veces trabajan gratis, como voluntarios mundiales en un proyecto en el que creen mientras otros trabajos les ponen el plato en la mesa. Hoy en día, nuestra empresa de robots posee un centenar de colaboradores cuyo trabajo se ha traducido en producto. Una veintena de ellos son empleados a sueldo y fundamentalmente trabajan en la fábrica en ingeniería de hardware y fabricación. Los otros ochenta trabajan de forma voluntaria en software. Todos los voluntarios tienen sus propios empleos, que van desde ingeniero en Apple a pastelero, pero algunos de ellos dedican lo que en pocas semanas equivale a un trabajo a tiempo completo a proyectos de robótica. Algunos de ellos son programadores profesionales que sólo buscan un reto; otros son aficionados que han hecho de