Stay fit, listen to your body, and if it hurts, go to a physical therapist

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Wellness and fitness should be a critical component of your lifestyle, especially as you get older. I have often written about this; the importance of yoga, meditation, diet, and of course, physical fitness. I try to keep up with all this: I meditate and work out daily, one day resistance training, weights or a functional, bodyweight workout, and cardio the next, running on the beach or cycling in Summer, and of course running the San Silvestre Vallecana 10K every December 31st!

Once you integrate these elements into your life, they become routine and the problem then comes when you do not work out, or meditate, or go to yoga. For over a year and a half, my left elbow has bothered me. Originally it was a pinpoint pain when I did curls, I did not pay much attention and kept forcing it. Then the pain extended to all around my elbow, I could not straighten my arm without pain, it hurt when I slept, when I tried to grab something with my left hand.

A colleague at work recommended using the App Hinge. I tried it and they sent me some free stretch bands and a yoga mat, which was nice, but my pain did not go away, despite doing what appeared to be random stretches on the app every day.

I knew it was time to go to the pros.

Don’t you love discovering treasures? Hidden pearls? Well, my gym has one such treasure. If you walk by you would not know it, but inside is a Physical Therapist, not any old physician, Dr. José L. Matta and his colleague Jessica Prince are resolute professionals. I reached out to them with my elbow pain. Dr. Matta knew exactly what it was and how to fix it. I was suspicious, hesitant, but within three weeks my pain was gone! Not only that, but he reviewed my whole workout routine (the weightlifting part) and helped me to correct my form. Dr. Matta is amazing! Friendly, courteous, professional, reasonably priced, punctual, and trustworthy. He told me what my ailment was -sorry, I cannot spell it- he told me what was going to happen, ultrasound, stretches, reinforcement, ice, how much it was going to cost, and voila, pain gone.

If you are in the Boynton Beach area and need a physical therapist, look no further, call Dr. Matta, you will not regret it!

Audrey’s Children, go see it now!

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The films I normally write about are transcendental, artsy, and artistically important films. Audrey’s Children is none of the above, but it is still a meaningful, honest film. It tells the story of Dr. Audrey Evans’ arrival at Children’s Hospital in Philadelphia, her pediatric oncology achievements, and her creation of the Ronald McDonald House Charities. There are no special effects, no flashbacks, no plot twists, just a real story told with little fuss. This does not make the film any less interesting; on the contrary, it allows the viewer to focus on the story, which is a good one.

The reason this film hits close to home is twofold: I used to volunteer at the Ronald McDonald House in Chapel Hill for the four years of my PhD, and I also volunteered at the Family Room in Madrid. Also, my sister works for the RMHC in Spain!

This is a solid film: great cast, beautifully written, great photography, and plot, but because this is not a big budget film, it will not last long in theatres, so make sure you see it ASAP, you are welcome.

Philadelphia. 1969. British physician, Dr. Audrey Evans, is newly recruited to a world-renowned children’s hospital and battles sexism, medical conventions, and the subterfuge of her peers to develop revolutionary treatments, purchase the first Ronald McDonald House for families of patients and, ultimately, impact the lives of millions of children around the world. Based on a true story.

Guilty pleasures II – Vanity Fair

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I have already written about National Geographic and The New Yorker magazines. They are both brilliantly written and very particular in their coverage, but there is a third magazine I love to read that, while beautifully written, might be a bit more, how should we say? superficial.

In the mid or late 90s, I must have picked up an issue of Vanity Fair magazine at some American airport, probably enticed by a great cover photograph, I loved it and have subscribed ever since!

That era, with Graydon Carter as editor, was a golden era for the magazine. Dominick Dunne, Sebastian Junger, and Christopher Hitchens wrote amazing pieces. Equally amazing photos by Bruce Weber, Annie Leibovitz, Mario Testino, and Herb Ritts decorated the magazine, and great exposés made for exciting reading: Deep Throat, the tobacco industry (which led to the film The Insider (1999), with Al Pacino and Russell Crowe), in-depth interviews, and overall simply great reporting!

Nowadays, maybe because we are in the 21st century, the magazine seems less edgy, the photography is more digital, and the content is more politically correct, trying to cater to everybody. I still read it cover to cover, but maybe not with the same excitement, it is still a guilty pleasure since I could (and should) be reading more enriching stuff…

If you are bored in an American airport and walk by a newsstand, get an issue of Vanity Fair, and let me know what you think in the comments below!!

PS: Conde Nast now publishes some international numbers, but they are not the same…

Joseph Pieper, Leisure; The Basis of Culture and The Philosophical Act. Are you really living?

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Piping hot coffee and Pieper

Are you schlepping it on the day-to-day? grinding the 9 to 5? Or are you taking opportunities to experience beauty, to marvel, to wonder? It might be a simple, quick gesture such as looking at a cobweb, and marveling at its beauty, or taking a few deep breaths in the morning. If you are rushing through life to get more things done, you might be sacrificing your enjoyment of life.

Being Mediterranean, living in the US is a constant cultural shock. Despite my many years living here, I never got used to it. The go go go, work work work mentality is quickly exposed as this society’s Puritan, Calvinist, Protestant DNA. The first sign of this is when you notice that your colleagues at work do not take a coffee break mid-morning, they continue chugging from their Big Gulp gallon of coffee. You notice when you have not finished your meal at a restaurant and the waiter brings you the bill -kicking you out- with a courteous “Whenever you are ready” and you have not even ordered dessert!!

I had this discussion years ago with one of my students, when they mentioned a book they were reading for one of their classes: Joseph Pieper’s Leisure; The Basis of Culture. I just finished reading it.

Pieper condones the work for work mentality, the worker bee lifestyle. Writing in mid-20th C Germany, Pieper saw with concern the evolution of the labor trends at the time.

Leisure, it must be remembered, is not a Sunday afternoon idyll, but the preserve of freedom, of education and culture, and of that undiminished humanity which views the world as a whole.

Joseph Pieper

Pieper does a great job of defining leisure as not being idle, and how philosophy, a sense of wonder, is the root of culture. He advocates for education in the Humanities, Classics, Philosophy. However, Pieper is careful to note that we must give meaning to leisure. While making work a religion is bad, so is being a sloth (his word!)

Pieper’s second essay is The Philosophical Act, which follows on the Leisure essay. Both essays weave the beautiful tapestry that is Humanism. Not only beauty but thought as well. In this essay, Pieper underlines the importance of wonder and of hope in our “philosophizing.”

This is a short and highly recommended read. It will help you understand what leisure and philosophy is -it is not that boring, scary stuff you read in old books!

Andrei Tarkovsky’s The Mirror

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You have been a member of Film Club for 4 years now, you have seen many movies throughout your life, and you have even taken a couple of film classes -in graduate school! So you consider yourself a bit of a film connoisseur, a snob. You have seen the mesmerizing photography of The Proposition, the achingly beautiful La Grande Belleza, The Godfather trilogy, Oscar winners, you name it. Then you watch Andrei Tarkovsky’s The Mirror, and you realize that you have never seen a film like that, that you had no clue of what can be done with film, of how a story can be told through film. You feel like a beginner, an amateur. And it’s a 1975 film!

Imagine sitting on a long road trip and your travel partner reciting childhood stories, dreams, memories, and the like, nonstop, with no transitions, oh, and with beautiful music playing like Bach’s St. Matthew’s Passion. And that partner is Russian, so they have a very acute sense of the absurdity of life, and of history; of the Spanish Civil War, of WWII, that film is The Mirror.

If you read the reviews, they all mention stream-of-consciousness as the driving technique in this film, but this being a film, not printed page, it does not fully convey the power of the images, the ambiguity, the anxiety, and most importantly the beauty of the film.

Although the film is not about Magical Realism, it feels that way, like you are reading a Gabriel García Márquez novel (I have yet to see a good representation of Magical Realism on film, if you have a recommendation, drop in the comments, thanks). Yes, the camera work, the tracking angles, the lighting, it is all there, and you can talk about the technical bits, but at the end of the day, it is a beautiful film, one that blows your mind and changes the way you experience film forever.

I cannot wait to see more Tarkovsky films.

Don Quixote’s influence on Existentialist Philosophy Part II – José Ortega y Gasset

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Meditaciones del Quijote and coffee
Ortega y Gasset, coffee and rummage sale glasses
Ortega and Cortado

One of the most popular posts on this blog is Don Quixote’s Influence on Existentialist Philosophy, which is a bit embarrassing because it is not very good. I wrote it very early on in my master’s, and while the idea, the thesis is good, I did not develop it very deeply nor fully. It is mostly my gut feeling, my intuition that comes through.

I have thought and thought about this since 2008, and more importantly, I have read a lot that I would not have had the time to read for that little essay. I have read more Dostoyevsky, Sartre, Kierkegaard, El Quijote desde Rusia with three brilliant essays by Turgenev, Dostoyevsky, and Merejkowsky, more Unamuno, Graham Greene, and on and on.

For Christmas, Celia gave me José Ortega y Gasset’s Meditaciones del Quijote y otros ensayos, which I had wanted to read for years.

All this reading confirms the theory that Cervantes crystallizes the thoughts of the preceeding centuries, from the ancient Greeks on Liberty to the early Christians on Free Will, where the Self is swimming in the primordial waters of philosophy, floating around until Cervantes’ electric genius gave abiogenesis form to Don Quixote, consciously creating his fortune, bringing about the concept of existentialism. The textbook example of this is the beginning of chapter VIII. Read it carefully, what does Quijote see? He sees them. What are they? Windmills or giants…

Don Quixote is the proverbial Tetrapod fish walking onto earth. It will be up to Kierkegaard, Dostoyevsky, Nietzsche, Unamuno, and Ortega before Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre finally come up with the label that puts a nice bow on the Darwinian evolution of thought that delivers Existentialist theory.

Meditaciones has the famous quote “yo soy yo y mi circunstancia, y si no la salvo a ella no me salvo yo”.  So, yes, you are responsible for what you do in life, with life, but you also must deal with the circumstances surrounding your life. But Meditaciones is not what you expect. It is not a direct essay on Ortega’s thoughts on El Quijote -although it is also that- it is that in a meandering, roundabout way. Ortega talks about the Mediterranean culture, compares it to the Germanic culture as he lived in Germany for many years. This is evident when he quotes Nietzsche’s “Live dangerously”, which is, of course, the whole premise of Quijote’s adventures.

As a good philosopher, questioning El Quijote, Ortega ends up asking more questions than answering them. One key observation comes when he compares Cervantes to Shakespeare, something commonly done, as they were, after all, contemporaries. And here is the difference: Shakespeare explains himself, Cervantes not so much. Some of that difference might be due to the difference in genres: Theatre vs the modern novel, but nonetheless, there it is. Another common assumption is the Spanishness of Quijote, which leads Ortega to call Spain the “spiritual promontory of Europe”.

Another of Ortega’s brilliant observations, connections are between two Baroque masterpieces: Quijote and Velazquez’s Meninas, how we can step into each work and see it from the inside. This imaginary stepping into these makes them realistic. That realism is what makes us, and understanding ourselves in that work, that singularity, is what makes us heroes, a full hymn to Existentialism!

So what I wrote 17 years ago, although not the most brilliant, not the best written academic paper, still stands. Cervantes, by creating Don Quijote, is setting the cornerstone of Existentialist philosophy.

The best opera? The most famous opera? La Traviata at Palm Beach Opera

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Photocall at the opera
Take a bow
Amazing Kravis center
Delicious Violetta
Palm Beach Opera
I love hearing the orchestra warm up

There are some tunes that you would recognize instantly, even if you have never been to the opera. One of them is the party song at the beginning of La Traviata; it is the subject of viral popup chorales, flash mobs, and opera recitals everywhere.

As children, we did not listen to La Traviata at home. My dad preferred the “epic” operas: Wagner, Aida, Nabucco… He had the vinyl box sets by the big conductors of the time, Karajan, Abbado, and the like.

I had the classical music radio show at the university radio station and would, once in a while, play opera songs. But I became enamored with La Traviata through an 80s film: The Music Teacher, which led me down a wonderful rabbit hole to discover Maria Callas, Renée Fleming, and possibly my favorite Violetta: Kiri Te Kanawa.

At any rate, I again had the chance to see La Traviata at the Palm Beach Opera last week in the Kravis Center with Caitlin, a work colleague and fellow opera fan.

The production was amazing! Gabriella Reyes, in her pro debut, hit it out of the ballpark, despite taking the current liberty of pushing the Sempre libera finale to E flat above high C notwithstanding that Verdi wrote it in high C, she is forgiven for following the trend. Mario Chang from Guatemala did a perfect job as Alfredo, and unexpectedly Michael Chioldi surprised as Alfredo’s dad, Giorgio Germont, totally channeling his best Gattopardo.

Palm Beach Opera was impressive in their attention to detail: the décor, the photocall, even crafting an apropos cocktail, the Violetta, which I must say, was delicious.

So if you get a chance to see La Traviata, do not hesitate to go. You are welcome.

Reduce, reuse, and recycle; guilty pleasures (I), bargain hunting.

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I love rummage sales, garage sales, estate sales, and the potential of finding a gem, a bargain. In fact, most of my home was sourced from such sales and Goodwill, Salvation Army, 2nd-hand stores, all those places where you never know what you will find, and treasures await in hiding.

Yes, I am an idealist who thinks we can still fight climate change (how quaintly naïve), and I am a minimalist (you can read about that here) who believes we only actually need the stuff we use constantly.

Briny Breezes is an oxymoron—not the name—the name is fine—but the nature of what it is. Briny Breezes is a retirement community on the Intracoastal Canal, on the water. It is a trailer park, not only is each tiny plot of land where the literal tin cans that their homes are sit, but a trailer park with many residents having boats worth more than their homes—paradoxical indeed. But who am I to judge?

At any rate, every year these nice residents organize a huge rummage sale. There is a building dedicated to clothes, kitchen stuff and jewelry, there is a huge warehouse with art, books, appliances, furniture, lamps, et cetera. This year I went with a couple of colleagues from work, and we had a great time.

The hack, the strategy for this kind of shopping is two-fold: know the sizes and dimensions of what you need, if necessary, carry a tape measure, and have patience, what you need will show up at some point. Also, you can always upgrade if you find a superior product and re-donate the one you got before!

Accept and learn from losing.

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After a two-year winning streak, we knew we were bound to lose at some point, we were hoping it would not be against our archrival.

The beauty of losing is that it makes you dig deeper into yourself to understand what you are made of. It allows you to contemplate life from a different perspective than winning does. I am not breaking new ground here; for example, Pat Conroy wrote about it much better than I did in his My Losing Season, a great read!

There is always some regret: I should have done this or that, should have trained more on this or that. But at the end of the day, it is still just a game, and one of the teams will lose.

Maybe because introspection is not the prettiest thing to do, to dissect a soccer game, the post-mortem, what did we do wrong? What did the other guys do right? When you win, there is no need to go that deep into your reasons for winning, you can celebrate!

Yes, there is more to be learned from losing than from winning, and all that humble pie stuff, it still hurts. Now we must go back to the drawing board, back to training, and back to basics. I can’t wait to start training again. Next season we will win.

Sorolla and the Sea at the Norton in West Palm Beach

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Maybe because the Joaquín Sorolla house and museum is around the corner from my family home in Madrid, Sorolla was the first painter I connected to. Maybe it was his Mediterranean scenes that took me to my own Summers in the Med. Whatever it might have been, Sorolla has a special place in my heart.

When I am in Madrid, I often sneak into the garden of the Sorolla house museum to read, and occasionally I will go inside to visit the paintings like old friends (you can read about that here).

So when I learned the Norton Museum was hosting an exhibition to complement their existing (huge) Sorolla painting, I had to see it.

It did not disappoint. Most of the paintings are on loan from the Hispanic Society in New York City which commissioned many paintings from Sorolla. The exhibit includes some drafts of paintings, a bronze sculpture from his dear friend and paisano Benlliure -the marble one is in the garden in Sorolla’s house, even one of Sorolla’s palettes!

Sorolla is known as the painter of light, leaving behind the Impressionists, and creating a space of his own, beyond labels.

If you are in the Palm Beach area you should see it, you are welcome.