HAMA MANÍA

Vaya, vaya. Tras años de silencio, aquí estoy de nuevo. Y tras la última visita a Eindhoven, me he aficionado a esto del Hama. 

Ya me traje el kanji de "Hidari", gracias al diseño de Sergio y las recomendaciones e indicaciones de Esperanci, y el resultado fue muy chulo.

¿A que sí? Pues ya en España, y con todo lo que me traje de Holanda, me animé a hacer un diseño que encontré por la red, y me salió algo así:

Y bueno, lo he puesto en el cuarto de baño, así me alegra cada vez que voy a encender la luz.

Más adelante, me animé a hacer algo para Jaime, que sé que le gustan mucho las Tortugas Nija, y aunque me faltó el color morado, al final me quedaron muy divertidas. Eso sí, el diseño también lo saqué de Internet. Lo malo (y lo raro) es que no les eché fotos, supongo que porque no quería que Jaime las viera hasta que no se las enviara.

Y mi última idea, esta vez diseño mío, ha sido el kanji de "gato" (neko), para una alumna que sabía que le iba a gustar. Y así fue. Y así me quedó:

Y ya está, ya no he hecho nada más. La verdad es que puede parecer una chorrada, pero es una actividad que relaja un montón. A ver qué se me ocurre para el próximo.

TRAS LA LLUVIA

Pues eso, que después del último chaparrón, que me cogió volviendo del Instituto, salió el sol y se acabaron los días de lluvia. Y, cómo no, saqué estas fotos:

Ea, pues ya está. Aprovecho esta chorrada para actualizar el blog, a ver si la cosa se va animando.

Esta tarde... excursión!

Pues sí, al final me decidí a llevar a mis alumnos de Ámbito Social al Museo Arqueológico de Córdoba y de camino a otras salas en donde se celebra estos días una exposición conjunta sobre Córdoba y la vida en tiempos de los romanos.

Disfrutamos y aprendimos muchas cosas, aunque el poco tiempo que tuvimos nos privó de más y más cultura. Da igual, así volvemos en otra ocasión.

 

¿TRADICIÓN FAMILIAR?

Hemos vuelto a picar y otro año nos hemos embarcado en la tarea de hacer pestiños. Y aquí están las fotos para demostrarlo. Han salido riquísimos como siempre, y en esta ocasión hemos colaborado Chari, Merchi y yo (Carlos estuvo a punto de hacerlo, pero al final no pudo ser). 

Recuento antes de freír

 

 

 

 Dedicatoria de este año, antes de freír.

La devoradora de pestiños.

El resultado frito, antes de melar.

 

¡Garbanzos!

 

Éste es el cartel oficial de la Ruta.

Y no es una interjección, sino que este fin de semana me he hinchado de garbanzos, celebrando como buen parroquiano, la II Ruta del Garbanzo en Fernán Núñez.




 La mecánica era sencilla: 8 bares y restaurantes de la villa participaban en la confección de tapas usando garbanzos. Te comprabas un díptico en cualquiera de los locales participantes por 8 euros y podías comenzar la ruta por donde te diera la gana. En cada lugar te sellaban y cuando tenías todos los sellos los dejabas en el último lugar, entrando así en el sorteo de un jamón.




Aquí pongo las fotos de las tapas degustadas.

Aquí el pastel de gabarzos, primera parada. Muy rico y muy original.

Segunda parada: Potaje como dios manda. Y realmente estaba divino. Ya entonces me sentía achispado por el vinito.

En la tercera parada, disfruté de unas exquisitas espinacas con garbanzos de la Tía María.

Y aquí, en la cuarta parada, un mini-flamenquín relleno de... ¡garbanzos! Iba de aquella manera, que se me olvidó echarle la foto al que me estaba zampando, así que tuve que cazar esta foto de otra tapa que esperaba ser devorada.

Aquí, en la quinta parada, ya estaba de garbanzos hasta el cuello, y temí por el comportamiento de mi estómago. Sin embargo, con la jumera, me daba igual todo, así que me atreví con estos garbanzos mariscados.

Después de esta "Bomba de garbanzos" (como si los garbanzos de por sí no tuvieran munición suficiente...), temía no saber volver a la casa, así que me retiré, mientras que el vino y lo ya tragado luchaban en mi estómago, sin graves consecuencias, por fortuna.

Después de esta sexta tapa, me retiré por ese día. La ruta comenzó el sábado, pero ese día me tuve que ausentar del pueblo para ir a ver a Tita Frasqui a Granada. Por eso el domingo me tuve que tragar tanta tapa y tanto garbanzo. El lunes sería el último día, y estaba dispuesto a agotar toda la ruta. Lo malo es que trabajaba por la tarde, y por eso me dejé las dos últimas para ese día, y así ir a trabajar dignamente. Estas fueron las de ese día:
 

Aquí los garbanzos con callo, que en mi pueblo se llama "menudo". Muy ricos, aunque a mí me salen mejor..

Y finalmente, cuscús con garbanzos y chocos con tomate, en donde dejé mi díptico con la ilusión de ganarme un jamón y (¡al fin!) variar de dieta.

El martes fue fiesta, y por la tarde se sortaron los jamones. Fueron 10 los sorteados, pero no tuve la suerte de que me tocara ninguno. Como premio de consolacion sortearon 10 sacos de garbanzos. Aún me duraban los efectos de las tapas, así que me alegré de que no me tocaran los garbanzos. Toda una experiencia.

NENEH CHERRY Y LA MONKEY WEEK


La verdad es que ya hace unas semanas que tuve la oportunidad de disfrutar de uno de esos conciertos que se recuerdan siempre. Y claro, con mi mala cabeza y el dedicarme a tantas cosas a la vez, pues eso, que ha tenido la Espe que pincharme para que suba alguna foto del acontecimiento.


Neneh estuvo genial y nos contagió toda esa energía que parece que no se le acaba. Menos mal que Merchi anduvo lista y nos consiguió entradas.

Language in Thought and Action

Mira por donde, no hace mucho me acordé de un libro que empecé a leerme en mis tiempos de estudiante. Se trata de Language in Thought and Action, de Samuel Ichiye Hayakawa. Y en uno de los fines de semana que estuve en El Puerto lo encontré y me parece de lo más interesante. He aquí el prólogo:

Red-Eye and the Woman Problem: A Semantic Parable

Once, long ago, tens of thousands of years before history began, people were worried, as they have often been since, about the chaotic condition of their lives. For in those days men took by force the women they desired. There was no way of stopping them.

If you wanted a woman but found that she was already the partner of another man, all you needed to do was to kill him and drag her home. Naturally, someone else might slug you a little later to get her away from you, but that was the chance you took if you wanted a woman at all.

Consequently, there wasn't much of what you could call a family life. The men were too busy suspiciously watching each other. And time that might have been spent fishing or hunting or otherwise raising the general standard of living was wasted in constant and anxious measures to defend one's woman.

Many people saw that this was no way for human beings to live. As they said among themselves: "Truly we are strange creatures. In some ways we are highly civilized. We no longer eat raw flesh, as did our savage ancestors. Our technical men have perfected stone arrow-heads and powerful bows so that we can slay the fastest deer that runs. Our medicine men can foretell the running of the fish in the streams, and our sorcerers drive away illnesses. At the Institute for Advanced Studies at Notecnirp, a group of bright young men are said to be working out a dance that will make the rain fall. Little by little, we are mastering the secrets of nature, so that we are able to live like civilized men and not like beasts.

"Yet," they continued, "we have not mastered ourselves. There are those among us who continue to snatch women away from each other by force, so that every man of necessity lives in fear of his fellows. People agree, of course, that all this killing ought to be stopped. But no one is stopping it. The most fundamental of human problems, that of securing a mate and bringing up one's children under some kind of decent, orderly system, remains unsolved. Unless we can find some way of placing the man-woman relationship on a decent and human basis, our pretensions to civilization are hollow."

For many generations the thoughtful men of the tribe pondered this problem. How could men and women, living peacefully together with their children, be protected form the lusts of the few, who went around killing other men in order to possess their women?

Slowly, and only after centuries of groping discussion, they evolved an answer. They proposed that men and women who have decided to live together permanently be bound by a "contract", by which they meant the uttering, before the priest of the tribe, of solemn promises binding on their future behaviour. This contract was to be known as marriage. The man in the marriage was to be known as a husband, the woman as a wife.

They further proposed that this contract be observed and honored by all the people of the tribe. In other words, if a given woman, Slendershanks, was known to be the wife of a given man, Beetlebow, everyone in the tribe was to agree not to molest their domestic arrangements. Furthermore, they proposed that if anyone failed to respect this contract and killed another man to possess that man's wife, he was to be punished by the collective force of tribal authority.

In order to put these proposals into effect, a great conference was called, and delegates arrived from all branches of the tribe. Some came with glad hearts, filled with the hope that humanity was about to enter a new era. Some came with faint hearts, not expecting much to come out of the conference, but feeling that it was at least worth a try. Some came simply because they had been elected delegates and were getting their expenses paid; they were willing to go along with whoever proved to be in the majority.

All the time the conference was going on, however, a big, backward savage called Red-Eye the Atavism, who was so loud-mouthed that he always had a following in spite of his unprepossessing personality, kept shouting scornful remarks from the sidelines. He called the delegates "visionaries", "eggheads", "impractical theorists", "starry-eyed dreamers", "crackpots", and "pantywaists." He gleefully pointed out that many of the delegates had themselves been, at an early date, women-snatchers. (This, unfortunately, was true.)

He shouted to Hairy Hands, who was one of the delegates, "You don't think Brawny Legs is going to leave your woman alone just because he makes an agreement, do you?" And he shouted to Brawny Legs, "You don't think Hairy Hands is going to leave your woman alone just because he makes an agreement to you, do you?" And he poured derision on all the delegates, referring to their discussion as "stripped-pants kind of talk, like who ever heard of 'husband', and 'wife', and 'marriage' and all that doubledome Choctaw!"

Then Red-Eye the Atavism turned to his following, the crowd of timid and tiny-minded people who always found their self-assurance in the loudness of his voice, and he yelled, "Look at those fool delegates, will you? They think they can change human nature!"

Thereupon the crowd rolled over with laughter and repeated after him, "Haw, haw! The think they can change human nature!"

That broke up the conference. It was another two thousand years, therefore, before marriage was finally instituted in that tribe - two thousand years during which innumerable men were killed defending their women, two thousand years during which men who had no designs on their neighbour's women killed each other as a precaution against being killed themselves, two thousand years during which the arts of peace languished, two thousand years during which people despaired as they dreamed of a distant future time when a man might live with the woman of his choice without arming himself to the teeth and watching over her day and night.
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What this illustrates is, of course, that all basic agreements by means which human beings learn to live together amicably and harmoniously have grown out of prolongued thought, discussion, argumentation, and persuassion. Human institutions such as marriage, law, and government do not just happen somehow. They are social inventions, devised and developed in response to an urgently felt need for order in our lives.

Today many such institutions exist to make life orderly and livable. But as the world changes, new problems of social adjustment arise, and there seems constantly to be much more to do. Blacks and whites, Protestants and Catholics, Arabs and Israelies, French-speaking and Flemish-speaking Belgians, East and West Pakistanies, capitalists and communists, mush somehow or other learn to live together.

As for instituting the social agreements to prevent international violence in a world of hydrogen bombs and guided missiles, we don't have two thousand years to find the solution. Indeed, we don't have two hundred years. Nor even twenty. Perhaps not even two.
And that's our problem.