Después de la muerte de Moisés, siervo del Señor, dijo el Señor a Josué, hijo de Nun, ayudante de Moisés: «Moisés, mi siervo, ha muerto. Anda, pasa al Jordán con todo este pueblo, en marcha hacia el país que voy a darles a los hijos de Israel. […] Lo que yo te mando es que tengas valor y seas valiente. No tengas miedo ni te acobardes, que contigo está el Señor, tu Dios, en cualquier cosa que emprendas».Josué 1, 1~9
El paso del Jordán representa, claro está, la mayoría de edad del pueblo judío. Yahvé se ha comportado hasta entonces como un padre —furibundo, inclemente, airado, cruel, pero también protector, sustentador, instructor, paciente, resignado; con su misión principal cumplida, habiendo acompañado y guiado a su pueblo hasta donde, a partir de entonces, debe seguir solo, atisba ahora la posibilidad del descanso de la (dura) tarea realizada; y sorprende con un consejo final, o quizás con el único consejo posible, con la única orden legítima que un padre puede dar a sus hijos —que tengan valor y que sean valientes, porque si ha sido un buen padre, él va estar siempre con ellos.
The film —I haven’t read the book.
Very nice film, again parenting, good and bad, why do films like these touch me? Key decision of your life —be a parent, or not. Until recently it wasn’t a decision at all —either you married and were, or didn’t and weren’t. And marrying was much less of a decision than that of becoming a father or mother.
Life is more difficult now, just because of that —what some years ago came naturally to you, it won’t to now unless you make an explicit decision about it. Much of the trouble with women nowadays is rooted in that —they want, at the same time, to be mothers and not to be mothers. Solution is hopeless.
By the way, how does Ethan Hawke manage to cover Waterloo Sunset so well?
Truth, or better, not telling lies, apart from being one of the fundamental moral obligations is a powerful way of getting yourself out of trouble. If you self-impose not to tell lies, you’ll have to do the right thing because you know you won’t have the false but easy way out lies provide. You think it twice before bad-behaving.
Idem with relationships, and this is direct advice to my niece (my son’s already heard it from me). You don’t break up with your boyfriend today and call him on the morrow. You don’t come back to him after he’s ditched you once. Either way should be a cease and desist. No second thoughts, no words of tenderness and forgiveness, no working it out —just plain no coming back. You, or he, think it twice before splitting out.
I’m the negation of happiness, according to my son.
When is the right moment for something to happen? Never when it does.
Particularly apply to your son’s social upbringing process.
Saturday morning. I go biking. On my way out of the city I see a female coworker in her way in to the city to waste some hours doing overtime at the so-called parking day in which some streets are emptied of cars and children are invited to be expected to what? Don’t play soccer don’t play rough don’t play un-inclusively no competition allowed everybody has their prize don’t dare go to the street beyond don’t do anything without adult supervision if you’re wronged come here my darling and tell your teacher. But at least she’s worth looking at, in passing.
Although I’m out of form, I try na Burguesa, the tallest peak around. I fail at 2/3rds of the summit. No fellow cyclists around, by the way, and definitely none of the ones carrying 3000 euros worth of equipment on them. Just one mountain biker on my way up and two on my prudish and ridiculously-paced way down.
Saturday evening. Richard Linklater’s Everybody Wants Some. You end up wondering if you’ve been cheated into thinking you’ve just seen another no-brains movie or if, on the contrary, a very inconsequential film is infiltrated with very interesting dialog and scenography to make you think this isn’t another no-brains movie.
Sunday morning. I try my new gadget to clean windows—a windows sucker. You apply your ordinary windows cleaner to the glass and then you proceed to vacuum. And it works, actually better than expected.
Sunday afternoon. Rio Conchos. Not a bad story made into a very watchable western whose very most merit lies on the way their heroes are not.
How it is, the way folks feel, he don’t stand no chance. They’ll hang them both. And, he added, fatigue and defeat glazing his eyes, “having your boy hang, knowing he will, nothing worse can happen to a man.”
Truman Capote, In Cold Blood.