No sé si os preocupa, queridos lectores, pero mis vacaciones de este mes no son vacaciones de escribir. De hecho, estoy escribiendo tanto que acabo de terminar una libreta entera que empecé en julio. Los mecenas de mi Patreon tienen ya un índice con lo que iré publicando. Espero que guste… he ido a lo más profundo de las cosas en las que creo, y quizá surja debate alrededor de ellas.
¡Hasta pronto!
Ilustración: os escribo desde el lugar de la foto, con mi nueva libreta, nada menos que un regalo de mi madre.
Esta es una de las frases clave del discurso de Steve Jobs que comentaba el otro día: Que no te atrape el dogma, que es vivir con los resultados del pensamiento de otros. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Es una de las cosas que
Muchos traductores escribimos blogs profesionales, pero ¿qué escribimos en el blog? ¿Hasta qué punto nos pringamos con lo que pensamos? ¿Decimos la palabra que estamos buscando, o ponemos una versión para juguetes preescolares?
I don’t know if you’re worried, my dear readers, but my holidays this year do not include holidays from writing. Actually, I’m writing so much I’ve just finished a notebook I started last month. There’s a post for patrons only and tell you too in a bit about what I’m working on. I hope you like it… I’ve dived into the deep waters of the stuff I believe —we might debate about all that.
Talk to you in a bit!
Illustration: the place I’m sitting just now and the new notebook, a present from my mother no less.
I’m a bit of a Hobbit. I like to see things grow, little by little. I like routines (and escaping them: but I find them comfy). I like it when I run out of something and I buy exactly the same one again, I get the impression that I was right the first one. My
I’m an artist first and foremost. But people just want to hear about how I make money. It puzzles me, because don’t make that much. I just save beautiful things. Yet above the frustration of bringing something up and out and not seeing it shine like it did on my mind, I’m thankful. My mind
When his mind is idle, he thinks of her. —What are you thinking about? —Maths. If he’s with her, he loses track of time. —So late to get home, why? —Maths. She wants long periods for herself. —Why are you going away for the weekend? —Maths. —Why are you going to Brazil, again? —Maths. She
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