Archive for October, 2008

40 is not 50

I am still trying to find the positive side of being 40. As I mentioned earlier, with a bit over two months to go till the dreaded day I am trying to convince myself that there must be a lengthy list of things I should love about reaching this milestone.

Trying to find some stimulation from those who’ve “been there – done that”, I bumped into something Victor Hugo (yes, the French poet) wrote once upon a time:

“Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age”

I have a bit of a problem with this quote. First, he mentions the phrase “old age” not once but TWICE in a sentence of only 13 words. OK, to be fair, he also mentions the word “youth” twice, but that’s not the point: by the time you read that forty has something to do with “old age” everything else becomes a blur!

Then, he does not give me anything to look forward to. Being the oldest of the young is pretty much the same as telling me I am the thinnest of the fat or the smartest of the dumb and that I will eventually become the fattest of the thin and the dumbest of the smart!

Even worse, it makes me start thinking that turning 50 is only a decade away! And 10 years is nothing – I know it, believe me, I am still recovering from the hangover of the big bash I threw when I turned 30.

Fifty is the “youth of old age”. That’s it. You reach 50 and you are doomed. Even a poet with all the inspiration that Victor Hugo obviously had, could not come with a better way to put it.

So the only positive thought I have from all this is that: I should love being 40 because I am NOT 50 yet!

And 40 is not 30 either … more on that coming soon.

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80 to 40

The final countdown started yesterday. Eighty days left until I finally turn 40. And NO, I am not taking it that well … in fact; the thought has been bothering me a lot since my last birthday.

You know, when you are 38 you are still a 30-something (and I’ve enjoyed my 30s so much!). When you turn 39 you are nowhere – too close to 40 and so far away from 30! It’s like living in limbo for 12 months …

Since moaning about it is not going to change anything (other than possibly adding a few more crow’s feet to the collection), I’ve decided to dedicate a few of my future blog posts to the reasons why I should LOVE being in my 40s. Maybe I will manage to convince myself that it is not so bad after all and will hopefully end up self-brainwashed and hoping that I stay a 40something forever.

I should love being 40 because they say that life begins at 40.

It was some guy called Walter B. Pitkin who claimed this on a book he published back in 1932. The guy was 54 at the time, so I assume that 14 years of experience on being 40+ qualifies him as a guru on the subject.

I have not read the book, but if Mr. Pitkin was still alive, which he is not, I would love to ask him in a very Mafaldesque way:

If life really begins at 40, then why are we brought to this world so early?

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In essence

Back in the 80s I read a book that made quite an impression on me. It has now been adapted into a movie which I watched for the first time a couple of nights ago and, although I believe that a good book can never be matched by the film, this particular one was exceptionally good: “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer”. The book is by German writer Patrick Suskind.

Because this is a book (and a movie) I like to recommend, I am not going to spoil it by writing here about the plot. I just want to focus on one part of the story which I like very much.

In the beginning of the story, the hero – a young boy called Jean-Baptiste – approaches a Perfumer to work with him making perfumes (what else?!). The Perfumer is a true alchemist, a perfectionist of the profession. He measures every essence with precision before mixing it and the way he approaches perfume-making is closer to art than to trade. Jean-Baptiste is incredibly gifted and can produce the most amazing perfumes by simply throwing all the scents together in a flask, without measuring anything at all and without even knowing the names of any of the ingredients he uses.

The Perfumer is an academic. Jean-Baptiste is street-smart — the type of guy who follows his instincts and his nose (literally!) to accomplish much better things than the Master. The Master even ends up asking Jean-Baptiste for his recipes!

And what I like about this part of the story is that it reminds us that whatever we do in our lives — from work to relationships to hobbies to everything else — theory might make things work, but what we can add to it from our own character and experience is what makes the real difference between achieving ordinary and an extraordinary results.
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Vegetable cruelty

It is amazing how much the advertising industry has changed over the last 30 years – or has it? In Mexico, we grew up watching a man with the largest nose I’ve ever seen saying “Chaca-chaca con Ariel” while announcing the latest craze in washing powder; a duckling (which happened to look a lot like a chicken) asking us to always remember it and the “Gansito” it promoted; and a cartoon character called “Pancho Pantera” telling us that chocolate milk is good for you if you want to score a lot of goals at football.

There is one TV commercial in particular that I am positive has stayed in the collective mind of most Mexicans my age throughout the years. But it is extremely cruel — even if it is only about tomato puree! The poor little tomatoes are the victims of a mean executioner who wants to make them puree. Literally. And they are actually happy about it.

I have the feeling that this ad would not make it to the TV screens these days. I bet there must be some vegetable anti-cruelty society that would organize a few demonstrations downtown Mexico City to protest against so deplorable behavior!

To date, the song on this commercial always pops into my head when I hear someone saying the word “tomatito” (small tomato) and I’ve always wondered if the salespitch voiceover at the end is the nasty executioner himself.

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Mixing fashion and politics

I’m having some fun reading the reviews in the international press about Sarah Palin’s $150,000 wardrobe makeover.

Interesting – the woman makes $125,000 a year as governor of Alaska and her party splurges more than that on clothing, hairstyling and makeup so that she can look vice-presidential.

Editors right and left are writing all sorts of colorful comments asking how is it possible that she can spend $75k on GFF and Ann Klein’s suits at Neiman Marcus and almost $50k at Saks Fifth Avenue on a one-day shopping spree in the middle of a worldwide financial crisis (I certainly would if I had that kind of money!)

Her beautifying budget adds up to more than double the average gringo’s household yearly income – ouch!

But what nobody is paying attention to is the comment made by McCain’s spokeswoman on the subject:

“It was always the intent that the clothing go to a charitable purpose after the campaign.”

Does this mean that if the McCain-Palin combo wins the ticket to the White House (God help us!) she will go back to wearing her pre-campaigning Wal-Mart’s clothes? Unlikely.

Maybe it’s just that the McCain camp already unconsciously accepted defeat and know that she won’t be needing her new fancy wardrobe after November 4 as she will be heading back to goodol’ Alaska.

Anybody knows how to go about registering myself as a charity?
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