Diaries

Hermenegildo’s Silence

By the manner in which that person wrote, they seemed to be someone connected to the school – a student or a teacher – who scribbled their offensive comments so full of bile. Notwithstanding, there’s no one with that name in the university where I worked.

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Fragility

I’ve always felt that friendship is a strong sentiment, that once you develop true ties with someone, it’s impossible to undo them. It’s if it had to do with something eternal, impervious to the passage of time, to the ups and downs of life and feelings.

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My Thesis & Old Heads (VI)

Five years of studying at the Higher Art Institute’s Audiovisual Media Faculty, and a few months working in Cuban radio and television, have allowed me to outline a few points that could serve to improve both institutions.

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In the Hot Corner with Alberto (II)

It’s a fact that batters here who hit 25 to 30 homeruns in a 90-game season (equivalent to 45 to 54 in the Big Leagues) do so against weak pitchers, with a strike zone that is much smaller then abroad, forcing pitchers to throw down the middle, perfect for homeruns.

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Marti’s Other Fears

Given that the danger and threat posed by the US was no less back then than it is today, Marti intensely called for unity. However, by no means did he assume the need for a unity that implied homogeneity of thought or the strict observance of the will of a single leader.

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Plastic Bags & Cuban Lifestyles

It made me ask myself how is it that in one case we have a genuine movement towards the elimination of the massive use of plastic bags while in the other case the environmental issue only comes up as a comedic device.

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In the Hot Corner with Alberto

Yesterday there were a lot of people on this Central Park corner – so many that that they had to form into three groups, all talking about the upcoming World Cup Baseball Tournament, set to take place in several European cities through September 27.

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Remembering Celia Hart Santamaria

Celia said she was a “Trotskera,” coming from “rockera“, meaning a female who is a rock-music fan, not a Trotskyist. In fact, I met her at the Havana Book Fair in one of those stalls of Trotskyist publishers that I wrote about in a previous Havana Times article.

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My Thesis and Old Heads (V)

There is a wall within the people who decide what can and cannot be done on television, those who while thinking they are working for the good of people fail to notice that this service is not being rendered, not even to themselves.

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A Revolutionary Art Bazaar?

So I entered to see what this was. I was expecting to find the best of the Cuban artistic vanguard of the 21st century: plutonium sculptures or videos that showed presidents from across South America urinating in the privacy of their homes. Or perhaps there would be some portrait painted with petroleum (men and women digging up the soil with their hands) as the symbol of future human destruction.

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