21 de gener 2009

Nova web de la Casa Blanca d'Obama

Washington es desperta amb l’energia renovada. La Casa Blanca ha canviat de llogater, després d’un dia maratonià en què Barack Obama fou investit 44è president dels Estats Units jurant el càrrec sobre la biblia en què ho féu Abraham Lincoln.

Els americans avui es lleven avui amb el sentiment que el país ja ha començat a canviar. I aquest canvi, com és evident, també es veu reflectit en la imatge de la web de la Casa Blanca. De fet, no l’havia visitada mai, però ahir al matí abans de la investidura, em va picar la curiositat. La pàgina oferia un disseny molt clàssic: lletra tipus anglès, colors pastel, presentacions -molt treballades- de tots els seus integrants: el president Bush, la primera dama, el vice-president, el cap de gabinet, etc.

Avui he tornat a accedir a la web i lògicament la cara de Barack Obama presideix la pàgina. Així mateix l’estil és molt diferent del que tenia el seu predecessor.

Davant de tot el rebombori que s’ha generat entorn al nou president m’adono que la página web és tan sols una ínfima part de tot el que s’ha de canviar a la residencia d’Obama i al món en els mesos vinents. Per altra banda m’imagino tota la gent que ha estat treballant aquestes últimes setmanes, com formiguetes, al darrera aquesta página per tal que avui sortís puntualment actualizada.

La velocitat en què viatja la informació és trepidant i la imatge d’institucions tant importants cal que estigui al dia i internet és un canal amb un elevat pes específic. Indubtablement si no hagués estat per internet i les noves tecnologies ahir una part important del planeta no hauria pogut celebrar l’inici de l’Era Obama.

20 de gener 2009

We have a dream

Aquest és un petit homenatge del meu bloc el dia en què el primer president negre arriba a la Casa Blanca. Avui és un gran dia pel Món!
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic
heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
(Speech de Martin Luther King a les escales del Lincoln Memorial el 28 d'agost de 1963)

18 de gener 2009


Ahir dissabte varem trobar-nos a l'Ateneu els membres de l'Ateneuesfera, un grup de blocaires que hem decidit conèixer-nos i parlar del nostre espai a la gran xarxa. La sala Pompeu Fabra, antic recinte de la biblioteca de l'Ateneu va acollir-nos a la seva taula gran, rodejats de llibres es creà una atmosfera de diàleg i intercanvi de coneixement. Després fou en una de les sales de conversa de la planta baixa, a l'entorn de taula i prenent un cafè on acabarem la nostra sessió.
Ahir celebràrem la cinquena Ateneusfera, tot i que per a mi fou la primera resultà una experiència digna de repetició.
Gràcies a tots!

(Fotografia de Guillem Carbonell, coordinador de l'Ateneuesfera)

15 de gener 2009

De llibres electrònics o e-books

Digueu-me romàntica, conservadora, nostàlgica, el què vulgueu, però això dels llibres electrònics no m’acaba de fer el pes, tot i que reconec que ofereixen molts avantatges com ara una lectura d’alta qualitat i definició, una gran capacitat d’emmagatzematge, accessibilitat a qualsevol punt del llibre o pàgina que ens interessi, personalització del format de la lletra, creació d’anotacions, entre altres.

Hi ha algunes característiques del llibre “clàssic” que vull ressaltar i que trobo a faltar en el llibre electrònic. D’entrada l’estètica, els llibres tal i com els coneixem fins ara tenen una coberta il·lustrada que t'atreu i que fa que comencis a establir una relació amb l’obra. Aquesta relació progressa a través de l’olfacte: l’olor de nou que destil·la quan surt de la editorial o el deix ranci de pols que ens revela l’edat i les incomptables mans per les que ha passat. Els fulls blancs immaculats o els que adquireixen una tonalitat groguenca durant els anys, el tacte del paper, a voltes setinat, a voltes rude, bast i amb rugositats, són qualitats no palpables en un llibre de format electrònic i que també consoliden la nostra relació amb el volum.

I definitivament, compartir un llibre en paper és molt més agradable i àgil que deixar-ne en préstec un de format electrònic. Entenc que amb el munt d’informació personalitzada que s’hi pot guardar, allò que realment s’acabarà compartint seran adreces electròniques per obtenir i acumular més i més dades. El llibre electrònic és, en definitiva, un ordinador transportable i molt lleuger amb un processador que ens permet optimitzar la forma de lectura a través d’una pantalla que per a mi continua essent freda i distant.

Ara mateix, el llibre en forma de llibre, des del meu punt de vista, és l’únic format que permet assaborir i gaudir d’una bona lectura a la vora del mar, al mig d’un prat, a la parada del bus o en un jardí florit tot balancejant-nos i dormitant amb el brunzit de les abelles de fons.

13 de gener 2009

Mmmmmmmmmh ve de gust!

Aquests dies gèlids d'hivern les xemeneies comencen a fumejar ben aviat. Les hores de sol són ben escasses, el capvespre adquireix una tonalitat rogenca i el vent comença a fer-se sentir, aleshores les campanes ens demanen recolliment i el nostre esperit l'escalf de la llar. I quin plaer reservar-nos aquest moment per assaborir una tassa de xocolata fumejant, una bona lectura i sintonitzar una emissora de radio amb cançons d'aquelles que escoltaven els nostres avis !

09 de gener 2009

Contes i més contes

Estic llegint el recull de contes populars catalans que la Rosa Regàs va publicar el 2001. És un llibre absolutament recomanable per a tots aquells a qui us agrada fer volar la imaginació i trobar-vos amb històries que, de ben segur, us resultaran molt familiars i us faran viure moments deliciosos
Immersa en aquests relats tan entranyables la meva imaginació vola i vola sense repòs; els personatges s’apoderen del meu cap i les anècdotes s’entrellacen. De sobte em trobo un follet assegut sobre l’orella o una fada donant voltes davant del meu nas.
Aquest llibre desperta en mi, –i a tot persona que el llegeixi i no tingui la ment TVparalitzada- la fantasia que potser fa uns anys vaig deixar adormida en un racó de casa.
Aquestes bones sensacions que aporta la lectura d’aquest llibre, transmeses als infants de manera adient, poden obrar meravelles en els seus petits cervells i fer-los gaudir d’allò més amb els gegants, els animals que parlen, els nans i les sirenes.

04 de gener 2009

La màgia ve d' Orient

Demà és la gran nit. Ja s'apropen, des de l'Orient vénen carregats de desitjos. Avancen lentament per les planuries, deserts, mars i muntanyes guiats per l'estel de Betlem. I en silenci arribaran a casa nostra i deixaran amb dolcesa allò que els hem demanat amb el cor. I l'endemà trobarem al costat de les nostres sabates aquell regal sommiat i així, de nou, amb ulls d'infant redescobrirem la màgia d'aquests tres pesonatges tant i tant especials.