24
Feb

Un poco Hobbit

Begoña Martínez

Soy un poco Hobbit. Me gusta ver crecer las cosas poco a poco. Me gustan las rutinas (y salir de ellas: pero me resultan cómodas). Me gusta que algo se acabe y comprar otro igual, me da sensación de haber acertado. Mi despedida favorita es «hasta mañana».

29
Jan

Is that a Barbie in your pocket?

Begoña Martínez

My neighbour once gave bad eye to my husband in the elevator because he was carrying a Barbie in his pocket. —It’s for my daughter. —Thank God. Girls should play with girls’ toys, and boys with boys’ toys. Otherwise they end up faggots and what not. —Uhm, not really. It has actually been linked to

14
Sep

My take on Alyssa Aldersley’s The double life of being a parent at an early stage startup

Begoña Martínez

Josep Martínez just sent me via twitter this very nice nice article and I recommend that you read it too: Alyssa Aldersley: The double life of being a parent at an early stage startup After finishing it, I thought that it would be interesting to comment. After commenting, I thought, well, now that I’ve written

03
Sep

I’m Nica: a short note from Niquinohomo, Nicaragua

Begoña Martínez

  Yesterday I visited the birthplace of Sandino, Niquinohomo. Yo soy del pueblo que un niño en Niquinohomo soñó. Soy del pueblo de Sandino y Benjamín Zeledón —Yo soy de un pueblo sencillo, by Luis Enrique Mejía Godoy (see the complete lyrics and my translation below) Benjamín Zeledón’s fortress —the political prison We also visited Benjamín

03
Sep

You looked good

Begoña Martínez

You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.

03
Feb

Give me a warm kiss

Begoña Martínez

A kiss like the first foot on the sand A kiss like the back seat, after the beach A kiss like that melted cassette tape A kiss like a red traffic light, thirty years ago A kiss like stealing a french fry from the kitchen A kiss like your ears when your mom tells that

17
Sep

The Editing Gaiman Dream

Begoña Martínez

We’re editing together, head to head. It’s a bio, a blurb, maybe something in between. He’s Neil Gaiman, (I know Amanda is behind me, reading something else) and he’s mumbling a bit, as he re-reads the text: words flow until they get stuck. I take it from the place he left off. —I think that what it

03
Sep

Comments on Sticks and Stones, by XKCD

Begoña Martínez

  From a Google+ conversation: Ramón Nogueras: That is completely and absolutely untrue, unless you admit that anyone other than you has control over your feelings. Words have only as much damaging capacity as you want to give them. Ignacio Torres Masdeu:  The exchange of power is part of many social contracts. But many times

03
Sep

Poverty anywhere is poverty everywhere.

Begoña Martínez

Poverty anywhere is poverty everywhere.* Why is that? Why are other people’s problems my problems? Are we all together in this? How can we be together in this if I don’t know who they are, why are we here? If I can’t feel them as I can feel my body. Do my toenails know about

27
Apr

On infinite affection

Begoña Martínez

I can take and enjoy infinite affection. But that doesn’t imply that I require it or even need it from everyone or anyone or you. From polite indifference, though deference to preference and yes, love, the acceptable is non-binary: an ever changing uncharted world. —@minibego PS: Like Calvin said: Let’s go exploring!