Regina

The other day I saw "The Queen", the wonderful Stephen Frears movie. I've seen few of his movies. I enjoyed "Mrs Henderson Presents", which OST I am starting to sing; I "suffered" with "Dirty Pretty Things", and I was at the hotel business then –and in London–, imagine; and I so loved "My Beautiful Launderette", which I should see again.

So now "The Queen". I must say it wasn't what I was expecting. I was expecting a ride through the life of the multi-Queen Elizabeth II and found that it was all centered about and around the death of Diana, Princess of Wales, the People's Princess.

The day Di died my mother had been trying to wake me for hours. Then, she burst that Diana had died. As a gay I loved her, as a human I admired her. I jumped out of bed.
That day, like when the Pope Karol Józef Wojtyła died, or in September 11, there was nothing else in the telly.
I cried, I must say. Because I couldn't believe she had died. You don't expect people who you "know" since you were little to suddenly die. Yes, it was a shame when the Pope died and I felt sorry and sad, because he was "my" Pope even though I don't even believe in his religion; though, I was "expecting" this to happen, as he was old and ill. Diana... no, she was neither old nor ill. She was just perfect and perfect was supposed to remain forever. Unfortunately, she didn't. She passed away and left us here, wondering what was going to happen. After that, the gossip magazines and the yellow press have had it very hard to find someone like her. Not only for the fact that she was the mother of a future king of the UK but because she was nice and kind, helpful with the ones in need and beautiful. Now we have Peaches.
I cried watching the movie. I cried again with Helen Mirren. I hope she gets the Academy Award.

I felt terribly sad and terribly sorry for Diana. For her and for her sons. For Charles and for Elizabeth. I know many people has said that before, but it has to be true: no money can buy happiness or peace. I don't want money, I don't like money. Money ruins the world (besides what Jude sings).
My family is just a "normal" family, we don't have bodyguards. So something can happen to us anytime (hope not). But thinking you have everything under control and something breaks apart is too sad.

Life is mysterious. Life is an enigma. Let's live life, let's not try to control it.

PS I loved to see HRH matching telly. I always thought of this: what programs do they watch? I would be the kind of king who is always renting DVDs. Watching the news would be like bringing work home.

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For the past few weeks I have been trying to avoid any contact with politics. The situation in Spain isn't wonderful. The leader of the opposition does not know how to "discuss" and when to support the govern. He only knows to insult, and frankly, he should learn new words and insults that were coined during the last fifty years.

[Let me interrupt myself to explain something funny. First (not funny but just kind of informative): Spain, although a Kingdom, does not have Prime Minister but President –in words–. Second: the leader of the the ruling party, PSOE, is called the 'General Secretary' but the leader of PP, the opposition, is called 'President'. I just find it so funny that we use different words for same things, ones that are harmless (President-Prime Minister) others that show how they think (Secretary-President).]

But since the terrorist attack the other day it has been quite impossible to avoid Politics. But, at least, I have decided not to watch the News but to read them [I also hear the news on the radio but they are five minutes news' breaks]. This way, if I don't like something, I can just turn the page over or skip the paragraph.
Two days ago it was very quiet at work and I was having a tea while turning pages of the paper. But something got my attention and made me very happy and concerned at the same time.
So it seems that Scotland is thinking of getting the independence and, as per what news say, it seems that surveys show that +50% of English wouldn't mind it to happen.
We have talked about that. We have compared it to Spain, to the situation in Catalonia and in the Basque Country and it seems obvious to me that there is nothing similar. No common points. We are far behind them. But what seems most important, for me, is the feeling of nation. So Scottish feel that are not the same as English. Till here fine. But the distinction comes when the English don't want to be mixed in the same bag as Scots. This is the différance: Spanish (I mean, neither-Basque-nor-Galician-nor-Catalan-nor-etc. Spanish people) feel Spain as One and Unite (almost like " One, Big and Free" from the Falangists, ohoho... not quite, not quite). Or at least this is what is shown in the news.
I guess this happens because Castille has always been stronger than Aragon or, at least, has been trying to rule over us.

I am not going to talk about what will happen, what can happen and what would happen: I leave that for the journalists who are the ones who know about it. I don't want to talk about what did happen, cos this is for the historians. Though, I just want to say that I find it funny and interesting how at about the same period in history, both Spain and Great Britain were created. I mean, that at the beginning of the XVII century the kingdoms of Scotland, Ireland and England - and - the kingdoms of Navarra, Aragón and Castilla y León (plus Asturias and Galicia) (plus Portugal that later was lost along with many other territories) - both groups were united in one same king (one each). In the British Isles it was James I of England (VI Stuart) and in the case of Spain it was Carlos I of Spain (Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor). Though, again, there are differences because Charles was King of Spain as it is today (almost) but James was three times king. Another century had to go by till Scotland and England were definitely united and another century more to be united with Ireland.
Though, it was then, in 1603 that Scotland last had its own king (although, what would you expect if the last Scottish king to speak Gaelic was James' great grandfather, James IV - last King of Aragón to speak Catalan (to the court) was, if I am not wrong, Fernando I of Aragón).

I don't want to say if I support or not, the independence of Scotland, cos I am neither Scottish nor English and it is not I who is going to decide. You have read the lines above so you can get conclusions of what I think. Do not take any assumptions from the image because I did that to illustrate the situation.
Thinking of a great thing as splitting a country in two is something I really can't imagine. Sure, I have studied about Yugoslavia, Ireland and such. But not even the former that happened at a stage of my life I could remember, influenced me at any rate (now it does through the memory of friends). I only remember my sister's slogans.
And now, I am preparing myself to experience the "possible" separation of a country. Whether it happens or not, I can't wait to live it.

The photo in the background of the image,
where the sea should be, shows one of the most known Scottish places,
Loch Ness, taken on a rainy day of July 2004.

Listening to "Graines d'étoiles"
by Émilie Simon and Perry Blake
from the self-named album of the former.

Update: I couldn't find this photo.

C

Since this is is the post one hundred, I am going to let myself write and say what I do feel. Feeling, what is that? Feeling. Why?

It has been over a year since I started this blog and I couldn't possibly feel happier. It is true that since I quit working at the Real Estate the number of posts per week, even for month, have diminished. This is mostly because I hardly have time and I, thank God for that, might have someone to talk all those silly things to. During summer it was my Dad, now is my colleague at work. She is great, isn't she?
I didn't know what a blog was till the very day I created mine. I found out what it was gossiping on other Google products. Now I have friends here, I can say (can't I?). Friends whom I have met in flesh (how I love this word –even if I am not a vegan ;) – and some that I haven't just yet.
I have experienced many things throughout this months and some of them have been captured here. I feel so grateful for those who read this lines –especially those who are coming back. What else could I ask for? I don't think there is anything.

Thank you all cos without you it couldn't have happened. Thank you Google for creating Blog*Spot (rather nicer than other blogging sites, especially since the refurbishment). Thank you Internet for existing. Thank you Sun for shining. Thank you live for being.

Aναρχία

There are at least two ways of understanding the word anarchy. The first of them, and unfortunately the most common among those who think they know everything –who, sadly, tend to rule our countries– and among those who do not know enough –whom just go with the flow–, is that the state of anarchy is an state of chaos and disorder.

In the Spanish dictionary (RAE) it seems that the meaning of the words 'anarchy' and 'anarchism' are pejorative (anarquía, anarquismo) but in one of the dictionaries of the English language you can find the, almost, perfect definition of this word. I say 'almost' just because nothing is ever perfect (one would say only God is perfect) so not even a definition.

Anarchy isn't the absence of govern only, neither only the fact that it would be a situation of cooperation. Anarchy is a situation in which all human beings involved agree in something, all of them want the same, and all of them know that things must be done and who must do them.
You may wonder: but there are things that people do not like to do. I think that's wrong. Once, when I was a child, I caught an infection (a fungus) on a foot after showering in a public swimming pool –pretty disgusting, yes. The thing is that I went to the chiropodist and I asked her how come she ended up in that career. She told me she had always liked it. I thought that taking care of others feet is disgusting.
I gave this example because you might think that being a dustman is even worse: I reckon that's not true as, as per what I have seen in the UK, over there they are British, i.e. they want to do this job (I imagine it is well paid) but in Spain it is normally done by foreigners (so I imagine it isn't well paid). Also, if you want to read about bad jobs, read this article.

I am a bit special in some things: one of them is order. I like things to be in order and, if applicable, alphabetical order. I have my books, my CD's (and won't follow or otherwise you'll think I am too weird to be read). The reason I keep them in order is not because I am a freak (which as well) but because it is easier to find them afterwards (unless I don't remember the author or artist).
That's what I think of Anarchy. I think that Anarchy is the tidiest of all possible govern situations. As I said, because everybody wants the same.

In that series "3rd Rock from the Sun", there was this one chapter where something I thought very intelligent was said. If you haven't seen the series you wouldn't know that "they" talk about all the important matters of human life. In that chapter they talked about politics. At the end, they said something like: "Why do we chose Democracy?", "Because among all the different governments, this is the only one that seems to work out."
Yes, perhaps that's true: if we recall history we see that the best of all the political situations is Democracy. But we haven't tried Anarchy yet (oh, c'mon, don't come to me with that).

But, isn't the reason we haven't very obvious? Of course, to have Anarchy and make it work people would have to want the other's happiness and would have to share and be comprehensive. And I don't think this is possible for human beings.

Uno

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