Do you feel like that in certain aspects of your life? I do sometimes.
I feel nervous, while my hands sweat, I feel thrilled at the same time. All that energy flowing within myself.
do you know why? it's called new tasks within your job. And that's how I feel when interpreting.
Welcome to my world, as Romi put it in her blog.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
smiling
If I had a blue-period, may I have a happy, thrilled to be in... - one?
suggestions about songs I should include in my list?
I can´t give any details here...
I can´t give any details here...
Friday, March 19, 2010
back to reality town
Hey, I wasn't lost. I was on holidays.
Take a look at the paradise I went:
and now I'm back to reality...
Take a look at the paradise I went:
and now I'm back to reality...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
otra vez Murphy?
¿cuántas leyes de Murphy conocen?
porque puedo nombrar por lo menos diez seguidas...
porque puedo nombrar por lo menos diez seguidas...
Saturday, February 13, 2010
historia de San Valentín
La primera asociación entre el amor romántico y el Día de San Valentín tiene como base el Parlement of Foules (1382) del poeta inglés Geoffrey Chaucer (1343-1400):
Porque esto fue el día de san Valentín,cuando cada ave vino aquí a elegir su pareja.
Chaucer escribió este poema en honor al primer aniversario del compromiso entre el rey Ricardo II de Inglaterra con Ana de Bohemia. Se firmó un tratado acerca de este matrimonio el 2 de mayo de 1381. Se casaron ocho meses después, cuando el rey tenía 13 o 14 años y ella 14.
En el calendario litúrgico, el onomástico del 2 de mayo es Valentín de Génova. Este san Valentín fue un obispo de Génova que murió alrededor del año 307. Los lectores supusieron incorrectamente que Chaucer se refería al 14 de febrero como el Día de San Valentín. Sin embargo, en Inglaterra el mes de febrero no es adecuado para que las aves se apareen.
El Parliament of Foules se presenta en un contexto ficticio de una tradición antigua, pero el hecho es que no existía tal tradición antes de Chaucer.
El Día de San Valentín es típicamente occidental, pues se remonta a la Europa germánica (incluído al actual Reino Unido) desde donde pasaría a los Estados Unidos y desde allí a gran parte del mundo, pero actualmente se ha extendido a otros países, como China, Japón y Taiwán.
En Brasil el llamado 'Dia dos Namorados' (día de los enamorados) es el 12 de junio. Las parejas de novios cambian regalos y tarjetas.
En Bolivia se festeja el 21 de septiembre, que se conoce como Día del Estudiante, de la Juventud, de la Primavera y el Amor.
En China ya existía el Qi Qiao Jie (día para mostrar las habilidades’), celebrado el séptimo día del séptimo mes del calendario lunar.
En Chile se conoce como día de los enamorados, siendo un día donde las parejas (sea pololos, novios o esposos) celebran el amor y la unión del uno con el otro.
En Republica DominicanaSe conoce como el Dia Del Amor Y La Amistad se festeja el dia 14 de Febrero. Se acostumbra a reunirse con amigos, enviar postales, chocolates, cenas románticas, etc.
En Colombia se conoce como El Día del Amor y la Amistad y no se celebra el 14 de febrero sino en septiembre, pues en la mayor parte del país febrero es el mes de la temporada escolar y además porque se lleva a cabo una de las festividades más importantes del País: El Carnaval de Barranquilla, Patrimonio Oral e Inmaterial de la Humanidad. Es común la tradición del «amigo secreto», que consiste en introducir en un recipiente papeles pequeños con los nombres de los participantes, luego, cada uno va extrayendo un papel y deben dar un presente a la persona cuyo nombre diga el papel.
En Ecuador se suele celebrar el 14 de febrero con rosas, tarjetas, serenatas, cenas nocturnas entre parejas casadas, de novios y amigos.
En Centro America también se conoce como Día del Amor y la Amistad o Día del Cariño. Las personas lo demuestran haciendo de intercambio por ejemplo amigos secretos, regalando rosas los hombres a las mujeres, chocolates y pequeños detalles que demuestren amor y amistad.
En Japón, además del festival de Tanabata —versión local del Qi Qiao Jie chino—, el Día de San Valentín se celebra desde febrero de 1958, impulsado inicialmente por la compañía de chocolates Morozoff. Como particularidad, se destaca el hecho de que son las mujeres quienes regalan chocolates a los hombres, ya sean sus familiares, amigos o compañeros de trabajo. En este último caso, el obsequio se vuelve casi una obligación, pues deben regalarles chocolates a todos sus colegas giri-choco, de giri: ‘deber’, y choco: apócope de chokorito: ‘chocolate’). Para el hombre que la mujer ama verdaderamente se regala el hommei choco. Como una especie de compensación, inventado por los pasteleros en 1980, los hombres devuelven el favor un mes después, el 14 de marzo, celebración conocida como White Day (‘día blanco’), en el que se suelen regalar obsequios de color blanco, como chocolate blanco, malvaviscos o incluso ropa interior.
En México se demuestra el amor entre novios o esposos regalando rosas y chocolate, pero también se festeja ese dia con los amigos más cercanos intercambiando tarjetas.
En Perú esta fiesta se conoce como Día del Amor y la Amistad, en esta fecha el intercambio de tarjetas, peluches y bombones de chocolate rellenos, especialmente diseñados y decorados para esta ocasión son muy populares. Dentro de los regalos más preciados se encuentran las orquídeas, oriundas de la flora peruana.
En República Dominicana se celebra el 14 de febrero, día de San Valentín, día del amor y la amistad y también día de los enamorados; en ese día los novios y amigos se regalan diferentes artículos que guarden alguna relación con el significado del día. En algunas instituciones invitan a vestirse de rojo o rosado y hacen actividades como angelitos, buzones, karaokes, serenatas, intercambios, entre otros.
En Venezuela se celebra el 14 de febrero, día en que los novios, esposos, y amigos, celebran el día del amor y la amistad regalando flores, tarjetas y chocolates, entre los más comunes y reuniéndose a compartir con las personas más allegadas.
En Egipto es el 4 de noviembre.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
te das cuenta que...
cuando uno está distraído puede ser por muchas causas y te pasan cosas como estas:
1) vas a la oficina y después de mediodía te das cuenta que te pusiste zapatos distintos (aunque muy parecidos en el estilo y del mismo color). ¿Lo bueno? nadie se dio cuenta porque usás pantalones. ¿Lo malo? tenés una salida más tarde y seguro te miran hasta los zapatos. ¿Lo divertido? comentarlo con tus compañeras de trabajo y no parar de reírte en lo que queda del día laboral.
2) salís con alguien, te quedás a dormir en su casa, al día siguiente baja a abrirte para que te vayas a tu trabajo. Hasta acá todo bien, pero no te olvides de los zapatos. Mirátelos bien antes de tener que caminar unas cuadras hasta el medio de transporte que te deposite en la oficina. Y mirá bien-bien porque quizá uno de los dos no esté en el mejor de los estados y penda de un clavo que justo está por caducar en el momento que te pusiste a caminar. Y no resiste la cantidad de cuadras que tenés que caminar. ¿Qué hacés?: ¿taxi? no encontrás ni de casualidad (es casi de madrugada), ¿un lugar donde arreglar tu zapato? ídem que la respuesta anterior, los comercios no abren de madrugada para vos. Entonces, como los minutos cuentan y tenés muchas cosas que hacer en la oficina, seguís caminando, tratando de no apoyar todo el pie. Y así hasta que llegás cerca de la oficina y te encontrás con que el Dios de los Zapateros existe: hay un comercio pensado para personas como vos, que abren tempranito (al que madruga verdaderamente el de arriba, pero el de los zapatos, te ayuda).
3) salís con tu novio, estás de viaje, el mar de fondo, música para los oídos. Pero no cenaste todavía. Y de repente pasan por un dance club y decís "¿vamos?" porque sabés que es tan de madera bailando que se va a quedar toda la noche sentado (lo querés, pero ¿por qué no bailar si a él no le gusta?). Entonces, claro, te da sed después de bailar un rato y ¿qué te ofrece tu apuesto novio? un líquido extraño que tiene cara de "tomame ya!". Luego te enterás que es una mezcla de whisky (que nunca tomaste) y Coca-Cola. Bueno, pero seguís con sed y pedís un re-fill.
¿Y qué lográs? se te mueve el novio que está sentado, se te cierra el estómago, todo te parece divertido. Cuando salís por la puerta que entraste, te encontrás con un lago que no era más que una zanja antes de entrar. El vehículo que te lleva, de repente, te hace marear. Te bajás en una estación de servicio disimulando el terrible estado de ebriedad (again, primera vez en tu vida que tomás esa bebida). Pero no lográs más que lavarte la cara, las manos y volver de la misma forma (poco señorial) al mismo vehículo.
Cuando se pone en movimiento, te das cuenta que estás mucho más mareada que antes y le pedís al conductor (el que se movía estando sentado) que por favor se detenga porque "me voy a morir". En ese mismísimo momento sabés que 1) no se toma algo que nunca probaste, 2) que siempre tenés que comer antes de tomar, 3) que nunca más en tu vida vas a hacer semejante papelón.
Lo más sorprendente de todo es que estas historias nunca se las contaste a las personas con las que compartiste esos momentos. ¡Qué distracción!
1) vas a la oficina y después de mediodía te das cuenta que te pusiste zapatos distintos (aunque muy parecidos en el estilo y del mismo color). ¿Lo bueno? nadie se dio cuenta porque usás pantalones. ¿Lo malo? tenés una salida más tarde y seguro te miran hasta los zapatos. ¿Lo divertido? comentarlo con tus compañeras de trabajo y no parar de reírte en lo que queda del día laboral.
2) salís con alguien, te quedás a dormir en su casa, al día siguiente baja a abrirte para que te vayas a tu trabajo. Hasta acá todo bien, pero no te olvides de los zapatos. Mirátelos bien antes de tener que caminar unas cuadras hasta el medio de transporte que te deposite en la oficina. Y mirá bien-bien porque quizá uno de los dos no esté en el mejor de los estados y penda de un clavo que justo está por caducar en el momento que te pusiste a caminar. Y no resiste la cantidad de cuadras que tenés que caminar. ¿Qué hacés?: ¿taxi? no encontrás ni de casualidad (es casi de madrugada), ¿un lugar donde arreglar tu zapato? ídem que la respuesta anterior, los comercios no abren de madrugada para vos. Entonces, como los minutos cuentan y tenés muchas cosas que hacer en la oficina, seguís caminando, tratando de no apoyar todo el pie. Y así hasta que llegás cerca de la oficina y te encontrás con que el Dios de los Zapateros existe: hay un comercio pensado para personas como vos, que abren tempranito (al que madruga verdaderamente el de arriba, pero el de los zapatos, te ayuda).
3) salís con tu novio, estás de viaje, el mar de fondo, música para los oídos. Pero no cenaste todavía. Y de repente pasan por un dance club y decís "¿vamos?" porque sabés que es tan de madera bailando que se va a quedar toda la noche sentado (lo querés, pero ¿por qué no bailar si a él no le gusta?). Entonces, claro, te da sed después de bailar un rato y ¿qué te ofrece tu apuesto novio? un líquido extraño que tiene cara de "tomame ya!". Luego te enterás que es una mezcla de whisky (que nunca tomaste) y Coca-Cola. Bueno, pero seguís con sed y pedís un re-fill.
¿Y qué lográs? se te mueve el novio que está sentado, se te cierra el estómago, todo te parece divertido. Cuando salís por la puerta que entraste, te encontrás con un lago que no era más que una zanja antes de entrar. El vehículo que te lleva, de repente, te hace marear. Te bajás en una estación de servicio disimulando el terrible estado de ebriedad (again, primera vez en tu vida que tomás esa bebida). Pero no lográs más que lavarte la cara, las manos y volver de la misma forma (poco señorial) al mismo vehículo.
Cuando se pone en movimiento, te das cuenta que estás mucho más mareada que antes y le pedís al conductor (el que se movía estando sentado) que por favor se detenga porque "me voy a morir". En ese mismísimo momento sabés que 1) no se toma algo que nunca probaste, 2) que siempre tenés que comer antes de tomar, 3) que nunca más en tu vida vas a hacer semejante papelón.
Lo más sorprendente de todo es que estas historias nunca se las contaste a las personas con las que compartiste esos momentos. ¡Qué distracción!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
One thing
taken from No Impact Man
One thing I can always do
People ask me all the time what they can do to help. I have a list of things that you can find here. But there are times when it seems like nothing I can possibly do on that list or any thing else help the world. I don't mean to sound pious, as if I spend all my days trying to figure out how to help--I don't.
But there are times when I become aware of so many things that seem to be going wrong and I feel powerless in the face of it all. At that moment, there seems like there is only one thing left I can do: I pray.
I know this might offend some people. It will offend some people because the idea that prayer is an answer to the world's problems sounds weak and overly supernatural. It will offend others because the idea that prayer is a last resort instead the first sounds like an error.
But I am not talking about what other people do or should do. I am not talking about how other people or even I should do things. I am just talking about what comes naturally to me.
When it seems like there is nothing left to do, I pray. And because I pray, I feel I am doing something that is, at least, better than nothing. There is always one thing left to do. And because I pray silently and privately, and because I know some other people do so too, I feel solidarity with them.
"Prayer" is just the way of talking about what I do from my own spiritual perspective. An agnostic or atheist, at that point, might simply hope or aspire. Perhaps a Buddhist would chant.
I know that I'm risking sounding like a crackpot to some people, that I'm taking the risk of sounding irrational. But here is the thing, I think we--meaning the human race--has come to depend too much on its rationality. We have come to worship our brains when what is best about us may be our heart. We imagine that intelligence is our highest function when, in fact, that status may belong to our compassion.
So I figure I should pray. Or hope. Or aspire. I'm not saying that I should stop doing everything else, but maybe there is something to the intentionality that comes when we privately aspire, through the function of our compassion, to do something great.
Anyone want to join in?
One thing I can always do
People ask me all the time what they can do to help. I have a list of things that you can find here. But there are times when it seems like nothing I can possibly do on that list or any thing else help the world. I don't mean to sound pious, as if I spend all my days trying to figure out how to help--I don't.
But there are times when I become aware of so many things that seem to be going wrong and I feel powerless in the face of it all. At that moment, there seems like there is only one thing left I can do: I pray.
I know this might offend some people. It will offend some people because the idea that prayer is an answer to the world's problems sounds weak and overly supernatural. It will offend others because the idea that prayer is a last resort instead the first sounds like an error.
But I am not talking about what other people do or should do. I am not talking about how other people or even I should do things. I am just talking about what comes naturally to me.
When it seems like there is nothing left to do, I pray. And because I pray, I feel I am doing something that is, at least, better than nothing. There is always one thing left to do. And because I pray silently and privately, and because I know some other people do so too, I feel solidarity with them.
"Prayer" is just the way of talking about what I do from my own spiritual perspective. An agnostic or atheist, at that point, might simply hope or aspire. Perhaps a Buddhist would chant.
I know that I'm risking sounding like a crackpot to some people, that I'm taking the risk of sounding irrational. But here is the thing, I think we--meaning the human race--has come to depend too much on its rationality. We have come to worship our brains when what is best about us may be our heart. We imagine that intelligence is our highest function when, in fact, that status may belong to our compassion.
So I figure I should pray. Or hope. Or aspire. I'm not saying that I should stop doing everything else, but maybe there is something to the intentionality that comes when we privately aspire, through the function of our compassion, to do something great.
Anyone want to join in?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Chitty is alive
For those of you who never read his blog, it's still in the air...
don't lose the opportunity to visit Chitty's old posts
he's still uploading videos.
don't lose the opportunity to visit Chitty's old posts
he's still uploading videos.
while
It's been a while. Oh I know, but hey, I've been working hard. Apart from that, I've been a busy bee for the last six months or so.
So, stay tuned. I´ll resume posting here soon.
So, stay tuned. I´ll resume posting here soon.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 09, 2010
brand new day
I can't think of a better time than today: it's a sunny day and I'm ready to be surprised. Three days away from my birthday, I'm singing and feeling happy.
And for once in my life, being thrilled about this brand new day depends on myself.
And for once in my life, being thrilled about this brand new day depends on myself.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
esas raras sensaciones navideñas
regalos, regalos, regalos.
sueño con no hacerlos, con no recibirlos.
sueño que dejaron de ser parte de la rutina.
pero la navidad tiene esa magia que a último momento te contagia, te despierta, te arranca una sonrisa.
feliz navidad a todos
sueño con no hacerlos, con no recibirlos.
sueño que dejaron de ser parte de la rutina.
pero la navidad tiene esa magia que a último momento te contagia, te despierta, te arranca una sonrisa.
feliz navidad a todos
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
sueño
uf, me estoy despertando casi todos los días a las 5 AM, alguien me puede dar su consejo sobre qué hace para seguir durmiendo?
¡muchas gracias!
¡muchas gracias!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
techno girl? not in a million years, baby!
Belle de Jour explains how I also feel about technology much better than I would:
5 things I hate about technology:
* Ubiquity. Until 2002, I had no home computer and no home phone (or mobile). When circumstances forced otherwise, I realised I was losing my much-cherished Home As Hideaway ideal, and am still sad about that.
* Assumed ubiquity. I also hate how people assumed because I had neither a home computer nor a telephone I didn't know how to use one.
* Fakes, meta-fakes, and meta-meta-fakes. This bothers me more than a single bullet point's worth of summary, but ho hum. There are a shocking number of people who make money, not off developing technology or using it, but about talking about the people who develop technology or use it. Talking about the people who talk about developing technology or using it seems big these days. And those who discuss the cultural implications of talking about people who talk about the people who develop or use technology even seem to have their own conferences now. The content seems to me a lot like Wikipedia: broad, yet shallow. This makes me sad.
* Upgrades. I totally do not see the point of Microsoft Office and still wish for a word processor as good and with as many features as Wordperfect circa 1992. Yes, I also miss dot matrix printers, and those neat ones with little coloured pens. Sosueme.
* Cables. Ones I don't need or can't remember if I don't need them. Clogging up the place. Enough already. Mobile phone manufacturers, sort your shit out already. Everyone else, just start using Firewire and get it over with please.
5 things I love about technology:
* Multi-speed vibrators. So I don't use most of the settings, it's all about the fact that I could. This is truly the massaging shower head of now, amirite?
* Buying shit online. OMG, I can get a Jetboil replacement parts pack, an Elle Macpherson bra, and Life of Pi from the same website? Delivered tomorrow? Life. Is now. Complete.
* Never having to go to the periodicals section of a library ever again. Although I do resent the students of today for never having to know that particular form of torture.
* Spying on people I knew a long time ago. Way to go, Facebook. Now I need never give in to the urge to want to see them in person to discover how things turned out.
* Nanoparticles. Decades from now we will probably discover, too late, that they will kill us all. But fuckin' A. It's nice to live in an era where you can drop that word into conversation and people won't think you're a comic-reading nerd (even if you are)(fwiw I no longer have an active subscription to 2000 AD).
5 things I hate about technology:
* Ubiquity. Until 2002, I had no home computer and no home phone (or mobile). When circumstances forced otherwise, I realised I was losing my much-cherished Home As Hideaway ideal, and am still sad about that.
* Assumed ubiquity. I also hate how people assumed because I had neither a home computer nor a telephone I didn't know how to use one.
* Fakes, meta-fakes, and meta-meta-fakes. This bothers me more than a single bullet point's worth of summary, but ho hum. There are a shocking number of people who make money, not off developing technology or using it, but about talking about the people who develop technology or use it. Talking about the people who talk about developing technology or using it seems big these days. And those who discuss the cultural implications of talking about people who talk about the people who develop or use technology even seem to have their own conferences now. The content seems to me a lot like Wikipedia: broad, yet shallow. This makes me sad.
* Upgrades. I totally do not see the point of Microsoft Office and still wish for a word processor as good and with as many features as Wordperfect circa 1992. Yes, I also miss dot matrix printers, and those neat ones with little coloured pens. Sosueme.
* Cables. Ones I don't need or can't remember if I don't need them. Clogging up the place. Enough already. Mobile phone manufacturers, sort your shit out already. Everyone else, just start using Firewire and get it over with please.
5 things I love about technology:
* Multi-speed vibrators. So I don't use most of the settings, it's all about the fact that I could. This is truly the massaging shower head of now, amirite?
* Buying shit online. OMG, I can get a Jetboil replacement parts pack, an Elle Macpherson bra, and Life of Pi from the same website? Delivered tomorrow? Life. Is now. Complete.
* Never having to go to the periodicals section of a library ever again. Although I do resent the students of today for never having to know that particular form of torture.
* Spying on people I knew a long time ago. Way to go, Facebook. Now I need never give in to the urge to want to see them in person to discover how things turned out.
* Nanoparticles. Decades from now we will probably discover, too late, that they will kill us all. But fuckin' A. It's nice to live in an era where you can drop that word into conversation and people won't think you're a comic-reading nerd (even if you are)(fwiw I no longer have an active subscription to 2000 AD).
des-medida
Si la suerte es proporcional a lo que piso en la calle (sin detalles, se sobreentiende,¿no?), creo que tengo que tener mucha pero mucha suerte por lo menos por varios años seguidos.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
es largo de contar
si escuchaste esta frase, acordate de mí: seguí escuchando atentamente... ¡¡¡escuchá!!!
porque si escuchás, vas a entender lo que el otro no te está diciendo.
porque si escuchás, vas a comprender desde otro lugar lo que sí te está diciendo y lo que está callando.
y recién después de mucho escuchar, pero después de mucho, mucho, mucho escuchar, recién en ese momento, te vas a dar cuenta si es para vos o no.
porque si escuchás, vas a entender lo que el otro no te está diciendo.
porque si escuchás, vas a comprender desde otro lugar lo que sí te está diciendo y lo que está callando.
y recién después de mucho escuchar, pero después de mucho, mucho, mucho escuchar, recién en ese momento, te vas a dar cuenta si es para vos o no.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
speechless
Listening to old songs, such as Careless Whisper makes me feel hopeless, to say the least (all the memories I wanted to bury are back, so back that I think it'll take me years to get over all this stuff).
Well, this may be a new song phase...
let's see...
Well, this may be a new song phase...
let's see...
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
adsense payments
After laughing for quite a long time, now I can share the info: the balance of my adsense account is USD8.5 (for 3 years)...
do they really think I'm going to spend time filling forms so that they can pay me that?
do they really think I'm going to spend time filling forms so that they can pay me that?
Monday, October 26, 2009
been there, done that?
Watching a Seinfeld's episode:
Elaine: Been a while?
Jerry: I have a vague recollection of doing something with someone, but it was a long, long time ago.
Elaine: I think my last time was in Rochester. My hair was a lot shorter.
Jerry: I remember that it's a good thing. Someday, I hope to do it again. (Jerry looks at Elaine)
Elaine: What?
Jerry: What?
Elaine: What was that look?
Jerry: What look?
Elaine: The look you just gave me.
Jerry: I gave a look?
Elaine: Yes.
Jerry: What kind of look?
Elaine: I know that look.
Jerry: Then what was it?
Elaine: Why should I tell you?
Jerry: Well, you're the big look expert. I wanna see how smart you are.
Elaine: Trust me. I know the look. (Pause) So...
Jerry: What?
Elaine: What about the look?
Jerry: I don't know.
Elaine: You got something on your mind?
Jerry: No. Things pop into your head. You?
Elaine: Things occur to me from time to time.
Jerry: Yeah, me too. Well, you can't expect to just forget the past completely.
Elaine: No, of course not.
Jerry: I mean, it was something we did. Probably about, what? Twenty-five times?
Elaine: Thirty-seven.
Jerry: Yeah, we pretty much know what we're doin' in there. (Points to bedroom)
Elaine: We know the terrain.
Jerry: No big surprises.
Elaine: Nope.
Jerry: What do you think?
Elaine: I don't know. What do you think?
Jerry: Well, it's something to consider.
Elaine: Yeah.
Jerry: I mean, let's say we did.
Elaine: What if.
Jerry: Is that like the end of the world or something?
Elaine: Certainly not.
Jerry: Why shouldn't we be able to do that once in a while if we want to?
Elaine: I know.
Jerry: I mean, really, what is the big deal? We go in there. (Points to the bedroom) We're in there for a while. We come right back out here. It's not complicated.
Elaine: It's almost stupid if we didn't.
Jerry: It's moronic.
Elaine: Absurd!
Jerry: Of course, I guess, maybe, some little problems could arise.
Elaine: We, there are always a few.
Jerry: I mean, if anything happened, and we couldn't be friends the way we are now, that would be really bad.
Elaine: Devastating.
Jerry: Because this is very good. (Points back and forth between them to indicate friendship)
Elaine: And that would be good. (Points to bedroom)
Jerry: That would be good too. The idea is combine the this and the that. But this cannot be disturbed.
Elaine: Yeah, we just wanna take this and add that.
Jerry: But of course, we'd have to figure out a way to avoid the things that cause the little problems. Maybe some rules or something.
Elaine: Huh.
Jerry: For example, now, I call you whenever I'm inclined and vice versa.
Elaine: Right.
Jerry: But if we did that, we might feel a certain obligation to call.
Elaine: Well why should that be? Oh, I have an idea. I have an idea. No call the day after that.
Jerry: Beautiful. Let's make it a rule.
Elaine: All right, sir.
Jerry: Now here's another little rule. When we see each other now, we retire to our separate quarters. But sometimes, when people get involved with that, they feel pressure to sleep over. When that is not really sleep. Sleep is separate from that. And I don't see why sleep got all tied up and connected with that.
Elaine: Okay, okay. Spending the night is optional!
Jerry: Well now we're gettin' somewhere.
Elaine: What about the kiss goodnight?
Jerry: Tough one. You're call.
Elaine: It's brug-wa (?).
Jerry: Fine. Well.
Elaine: Well.
Jerry: You ready?
Elaine: Ready.
Jerry: So think you can handle this?
Elaine: Definitely. (Runs into bookshelf)
In the same episode:
Jerry and George are at the store.
George: What about jewelry? That's very nice gift.
Jerry: No, no. I have to be very careful here. I don't want to send the wrong message. Especially after the other night.
George: Maybe I'll get her some jewelry.
Jerry: No, no. You can't get her anything better than me. Whatever I spend, you have to spend half.
George: What am I supposed to get, a bazooka?
Jerry: You don't understand. I'm in a very delicate position. Whatever I give her, she's going to be bringing in experts from all over the country to interpret the meaning behind it.
George: What does she need? Maybe there's something that she needs.
Jerry: I think I heard her say something about a bench.
George: A bench? What kind of a bench?
Jerry: I don't know, but she mentioned a bench.
George: What, like at a bus stop?
Jerry: I don't know.
George: Like a park bench?
Jerry: I have no idea.
George: Who puts a bench in their house?
Jerry: Forget the bench.
George: I got it. You wanna get her something nice? How 'bout a music box?
Jerry: No, too relationshippy. She opens it up, she hears that Laura's theme, I'm dead.
George: Okay, what about a nice frame? With a picture of another guy in it. Frame says I care for you, but if you wanna get serious, perhaps you'd be interested in someone like this.
Jerry: Nice looking fellow.
George: What about candle holders?
Jerry: Too romantic.
George: Lingerie?
Jerry: Too sexual.
George: Waffle maker.
Jerry: Too domestic.
George: Bust of Nelson Rockefeller.
Jerry: Too Gubernatorial. (?)
George: Let's work on the card.
Then:
Elaine: (Reading card) Think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such a friend.
Kramer: (To Jerry) Yates.
Elaine: Oh Kramer. (They embrace)
Jerry: Could you excuse us please?
Kramer: What?
Jerry: We're talking.
Kramer: Oh, the relationship. (He leaves)
Jerry: You know, we never had one fight before this deal.
Elaine: I know.
Jerry: Never.
Elaine: Ever.
Jerry: We got along beautifully.
Elaine: Like clams.
Jerry: It was wonderful.
Elaine: A pleasure.
Jerry: So I think we should just forget the whole deal, and go back to being friends.
Elaine: I can't do it.
Jerry: You what?
Elaine: I can't do that.
Jerry: You mean it's... (She nods) No this. No that. No this or that. Oh, boy. What do you want?
Elaine: This, that, and the other.
Jerry: Oh, sure. Of course, you're entitled. Who doesn't want this, that, and the other?
Elaine: You.
Jerry: (Starts to correct then realizes) Well...
Finally:
Elaine: All right, you can take the newspaper. But I want it back.
Kramer: Oh yeah. So, ah, what're you guys gonna do today?
Elaine: Ah, this. And that.
Jerry: And the other.
Kramer: Boy, I really liked the two of you much better when you weren't a couple. (He exits)
End.
(hey, this is fictional, please)...
Elaine: Been a while?
Jerry: I have a vague recollection of doing something with someone, but it was a long, long time ago.
Elaine: I think my last time was in Rochester. My hair was a lot shorter.
Jerry: I remember that it's a good thing. Someday, I hope to do it again. (Jerry looks at Elaine)
Elaine: What?
Jerry: What?
Elaine: What was that look?
Jerry: What look?
Elaine: The look you just gave me.
Jerry: I gave a look?
Elaine: Yes.
Jerry: What kind of look?
Elaine: I know that look.
Jerry: Then what was it?
Elaine: Why should I tell you?
Jerry: Well, you're the big look expert. I wanna see how smart you are.
Elaine: Trust me. I know the look. (Pause) So...
Jerry: What?
Elaine: What about the look?
Jerry: I don't know.
Elaine: You got something on your mind?
Jerry: No. Things pop into your head. You?
Elaine: Things occur to me from time to time.
Jerry: Yeah, me too. Well, you can't expect to just forget the past completely.
Elaine: No, of course not.
Jerry: I mean, it was something we did. Probably about, what? Twenty-five times?
Elaine: Thirty-seven.
Jerry: Yeah, we pretty much know what we're doin' in there. (Points to bedroom)
Elaine: We know the terrain.
Jerry: No big surprises.
Elaine: Nope.
Jerry: What do you think?
Elaine: I don't know. What do you think?
Jerry: Well, it's something to consider.
Elaine: Yeah.
Jerry: I mean, let's say we did.
Elaine: What if.
Jerry: Is that like the end of the world or something?
Elaine: Certainly not.
Jerry: Why shouldn't we be able to do that once in a while if we want to?
Elaine: I know.
Jerry: I mean, really, what is the big deal? We go in there. (Points to the bedroom) We're in there for a while. We come right back out here. It's not complicated.
Elaine: It's almost stupid if we didn't.
Jerry: It's moronic.
Elaine: Absurd!
Jerry: Of course, I guess, maybe, some little problems could arise.
Elaine: We, there are always a few.
Jerry: I mean, if anything happened, and we couldn't be friends the way we are now, that would be really bad.
Elaine: Devastating.
Jerry: Because this is very good. (Points back and forth between them to indicate friendship)
Elaine: And that would be good. (Points to bedroom)
Jerry: That would be good too. The idea is combine the this and the that. But this cannot be disturbed.
Elaine: Yeah, we just wanna take this and add that.
Jerry: But of course, we'd have to figure out a way to avoid the things that cause the little problems. Maybe some rules or something.
Elaine: Huh.
Jerry: For example, now, I call you whenever I'm inclined and vice versa.
Elaine: Right.
Jerry: But if we did that, we might feel a certain obligation to call.
Elaine: Well why should that be? Oh, I have an idea. I have an idea. No call the day after that.
Jerry: Beautiful. Let's make it a rule.
Elaine: All right, sir.
Jerry: Now here's another little rule. When we see each other now, we retire to our separate quarters. But sometimes, when people get involved with that, they feel pressure to sleep over. When that is not really sleep. Sleep is separate from that. And I don't see why sleep got all tied up and connected with that.
Elaine: Okay, okay. Spending the night is optional!
Jerry: Well now we're gettin' somewhere.
Elaine: What about the kiss goodnight?
Jerry: Tough one. You're call.
Elaine: It's brug-wa (?).
Jerry: Fine. Well.
Elaine: Well.
Jerry: You ready?
Elaine: Ready.
Jerry: So think you can handle this?
Elaine: Definitely. (Runs into bookshelf)
In the same episode:
Jerry and George are at the store.
George: What about jewelry? That's very nice gift.
Jerry: No, no. I have to be very careful here. I don't want to send the wrong message. Especially after the other night.
George: Maybe I'll get her some jewelry.
Jerry: No, no. You can't get her anything better than me. Whatever I spend, you have to spend half.
George: What am I supposed to get, a bazooka?
Jerry: You don't understand. I'm in a very delicate position. Whatever I give her, she's going to be bringing in experts from all over the country to interpret the meaning behind it.
George: What does she need? Maybe there's something that she needs.
Jerry: I think I heard her say something about a bench.
George: A bench? What kind of a bench?
Jerry: I don't know, but she mentioned a bench.
George: What, like at a bus stop?
Jerry: I don't know.
George: Like a park bench?
Jerry: I have no idea.
George: Who puts a bench in their house?
Jerry: Forget the bench.
George: I got it. You wanna get her something nice? How 'bout a music box?
Jerry: No, too relationshippy. She opens it up, she hears that Laura's theme, I'm dead.
George: Okay, what about a nice frame? With a picture of another guy in it. Frame says I care for you, but if you wanna get serious, perhaps you'd be interested in someone like this.
Jerry: Nice looking fellow.
George: What about candle holders?
Jerry: Too romantic.
George: Lingerie?
Jerry: Too sexual.
George: Waffle maker.
Jerry: Too domestic.
George: Bust of Nelson Rockefeller.
Jerry: Too Gubernatorial. (?)
George: Let's work on the card.
Then:
Elaine: (Reading card) Think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such a friend.
Kramer: (To Jerry) Yates.
Elaine: Oh Kramer. (They embrace)
Jerry: Could you excuse us please?
Kramer: What?
Jerry: We're talking.
Kramer: Oh, the relationship. (He leaves)
Jerry: You know, we never had one fight before this deal.
Elaine: I know.
Jerry: Never.
Elaine: Ever.
Jerry: We got along beautifully.
Elaine: Like clams.
Jerry: It was wonderful.
Elaine: A pleasure.
Jerry: So I think we should just forget the whole deal, and go back to being friends.
Elaine: I can't do it.
Jerry: You what?
Elaine: I can't do that.
Jerry: You mean it's... (She nods) No this. No that. No this or that. Oh, boy. What do you want?
Elaine: This, that, and the other.
Jerry: Oh, sure. Of course, you're entitled. Who doesn't want this, that, and the other?
Elaine: You.
Jerry: (Starts to correct then realizes) Well...
Finally:
Elaine: All right, you can take the newspaper. But I want it back.
Kramer: Oh yeah. So, ah, what're you guys gonna do today?
Elaine: Ah, this. And that.
Jerry: And the other.
Kramer: Boy, I really liked the two of you much better when you weren't a couple. (He exits)
End.
(hey, this is fictional, please)...
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