Feliz Domingo con flor de Parrillada!

Estimado(a)s lectore(a)s, estimado(a)s colegas blogero(a)s:

Buenos dias y Feliz Domingo a todos, todas y tedes. Hoy vamos a disftutar con una parrillada sencillita. Solo estamos asando unos jugosos chorizos, unas lujuriosas morcillas, unos crocantes chinchulines, un pedazo de saludable vacío, unas pamplonas rellenas con queso y jamón, unas afrodisíacas mollejas, un pedazo de choto y para todas aquellas damas que están a dieta, unas pechugas de pollo. Las mujeres!

Por favor vayan arrimándose que los choris ya están a punto. Quién de Ustedes quiere uno?

Buen provecho!

Quédense distantes. Quédense seguros. Quédense bellos y bellas.

Que les parece? Dígannos lo que piensan.

No me dejen solo.

Does WordPress not believe in Religious Freedom?

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good afternoon. We just had a very unpleasant experience when we tried to contact WordPress to let them know that we did not want any more ads or banners from Planned Parenthood in our site. There are two reasons for our measured, polite and reasonable request to get rid of them:

a) In our website we do not want to discuss any major political or religious issue, Fertility included. Sadly, our own political and religious beliefs might separate us from other folks and we try to be as inclusive as possible by avoiding those thorny issues altogether. There is no dearth of critical issues.

b) As you may well know we are practicing Roman Catholics (except for our son Gian Luca) and we do not want to participate in any media campaign, big or small, that goes against our Church’s dogma. We respect all the religious or non-religious beliefs, but they have to respect ours too.

Unfortunately there is widespread distrust against our Church (rightly so because it had abetted the horror of priestly pedophilia abuse in its midst) that seeps all across the society, media and beyond. The Automatic employee answered us that the ad might not appear in other places and we should not worry…We do not want it to appear in any jurisdiction. Period. Is that so hard to understand?

WE DO NOT WANT ANY ADS OR BANNERS FROM PLANNED PARENTHOOD IN OUR WEBSITE.

Note. This image of our son Gian Luca was taken in front of one of the remaining sections of the Wall Of Berlin where the late Soviet Premier Leonid Brezhnev engages in furious kissing with the late First Secretary of the Republic Democratic of Germany Erick Hoenecker. Total Totalitarian Love.

That snarky dismissal of serious objections from a customer constitutes a hubris redolent of the DDR.

Is it because, in spite of their bombastic talk about good service, we’re only small potatoes for them?

Will our name be relayed to the omnipotent StasiOh…wait. A Trabant sedan has just screeched to a halt in front of our building.  We hear some hard footsteps hurrying  up our stairwell…They’re here.

There is only one tiny weeny problem. We live, work and study in the United States of America. 

A blessed country where there is free expression and practice of almost all faiths and creeds.

Let us hope that God Almighty might open the minds of these silly apprentis de sorcier to that Reality.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

Kabbalah – Part I Introduction

Since we started writing Madame D.C. -Three Voyages, we have been studying the ancient art and knowledge of The Kabbalah, which is one of the most exciting fields of so-called Esoteric Sciences. We must humbly confess that we are almost as ignorant as we were when we started, Thank God. We are introducing the subject today for our Supernatural, Superstition and She series ( like we had previously done for Astrology) with a transcript of a dialogue between two characters of that novel. On one hand, we have Father Mauro, a callous Catholic priest who is burdened with the task of pursuing a Dreadful Monster from Antiquity in the dark alleys of Venezia, and on the other hand Saul. a Jewish artisan of Cannaregio who gave him a timely providential refuge in his shop when he was about to be annihilated one very scary night. They spoke like thus:

-“What are all those folios? They look so old,” said Father Mauro to Saul, pointing at a stuffed bookshelf in his study after breakfast on Monday. As Father Stefano took care of the plumbing issue, he went to visit him.

-“Oh…those? They’re very ancient Kabbalah manuscripts,” Saul said, “they’re come from the defiant yeshiva of Rabbi Moshe Chaim Luzzato—”

-“Really? How did you get them?”

-“Funny…As a payment for an extensive upgrade of all the golden mobilier of a late nobleman’s mansion in Lake Garda… His British widow dismissed them as credulous charlatanism—she wanted to get rid of the whole lot.”

-“Who was Luzatto?”

-“Mmm…He was a Talmudic scholar that openly taught the Kabbalah in the eighteenth century… He was persecuted and had to flee to Holland.”

-“Why did they criminalize his teachings?”

-“See…The Jewish Kabbalah is a set of teachings to explain the relationship between an unchanging, eternal ‘Ein Sof’ and our mortal, finite world…It has been studied by many, not only Jewish scholars…Some of its tenets pre- date all the modern religions, forming the backbone of our social bodies… That precious knowledge had been transmitted orally by the patriarchs and prophets, becoming more popular around 10th Century BC—”

-“Fine…But why did it have to go underground?”

-“Our Jewish homeland was conquered many times…The Sanhedrin decided to hide it in order to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands.”

-“Only from the outside? Or from the inside too?”

-“Both….Our leaders feared that its unsupervised use by all the disseminated Jewish communities in the planet might lead to some dangerous ways…” The priest took a sip of his espresso. “What kind of wrong ways?”

-“They’ve always dreaded two bloody deviations—” The priest cocked an eyebrow. “Which ones?”

-“First, the emergence of a charismatic leader that might claim the Messiah’s mantle like Sabbatai Zevi had done in the seventeenth century… He agitated the masses with the fallacious promise of a new Millennia and the rebuilding of the Jerusalem temple… With the tacit complicity of all the Jewish leaders, the Sultan eventually captured him and forced his conversion to Islam.”

-“Aside from apostasy, what’s the other blasphemy?”

-“That there’s actually a duality in the Universe, a supernatural counterpart to God….One good system constantly fighting against the evil one—‘

-“And?” the priest asked, grinning. “What’s your opinion?”

-“God’s design gives us a choice—we must decide which one we follow.”

This article reminded us that the good folks of The Kabbalah Centre of Miami kindly gifted us a nice book in the Miami Dade Book Fair; we will contact them again to register in one of their classes so we can more appropriately write about this subject for our readers and fans across the globe.

Note. This statue of a Sleeping Lady sits at the coastal boulevard in Carrasco, Montevideo, Uruguay. It was used by our daughter Noël Marie to prepare the gorgeous front cover of Madame D.C.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do yo think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

Physician and Nurse Burn-out – Part IX Meeting at the Metaverse

“Il faut s’éloigner des ânes, sinon vous pourriez braire comme eux »

(You have to keep your distance from asses, if not you might bray like them)

One of the most dramatic post-pandemic developments, which we are paradoxically experiencing in a society like the USA with quasi-herd immunity protection, is the growing and unstoppable escape of physicians, nurses, and patients to what we will daringly dub as “anything but our frustratingly obnoxious present physical reality.”

After so many months of exhausting work, incredible suffering, lost relatives and friends, lack of basic humanly contact, socio-economic repercussions, etc., we, the Health Care Providers have an extremely short fuse. Whenever we come across  someone in our offices that repeats parrot-like the utter nonsense that the reactionary social media outlets vent about the lifesaving vaccines, we just tune them out. At the same time, those patients that are not satisfied with our clinical advice, do exactly the same, taking refuge in a virtual world of our own making, where we feel safe.

The recent announcement of Facebook, which is rightly taking tons of public and congressional flak for its irresponsible corporate behavior, that it will change its name to Meta is a harbinger of the big changes that are inexorable coming our way. The business-savvy executives of that company are engaging in a fuite en avant. Whatever the public watchdogs and the regulatory authorities are planning to do to tame that monster amounts to a ridiculously futile chase riding an old donkey. In a uber-capitalist society like the USA, there will be no substantial  atonement for it. As Josh Brown, the smart commentator in the Closing Bell of CNBC, said: “Facebook will survive this storm of bad publicity because it has simply become too important for commerce. There is no better way for businesses to efficiently target their coveted segments. And its stock price does not swivel much.” Moreover, it has learned how to outsmart all its foes in Washington D.C. and way beyond.

In this crucial month of November, when we celebrate our birth a few decades ago, we seriously pondered the possibility of retiring from the arduous clinical practice and dedicating our full attention to the demands of Consulting and a Writing career. However, we decided to carry on as we still do have a passion for Medicine, fully enjoying its practice and the contact with patients and colleagues. However, we are  training ourselves to escape to the Metaverse anytime someone gets under our skin.

If you visit us in Miami, you might catch us with dreamy eyes and a beatific smile on our tired face.

Our body might be there, but our mind is in a far-away beach, cuddling with a sweet red-haired girl.

Note. This reproduction of a U.S. Navy World War II poster was taken from Wikimedia Commons.

Putain les femmes!

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

 

 

Preparing a Dotta Sauce for Giani’s film crew!

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning and Happy Sunday. We are extremely busy now preparing a succulent Dotta Sauce for a tagliarinatta to be served when our son Gian Luca’s film crew finishes its task at sunset. As you know, we dubbed this sauce as La Dotta (the Doctoral one)  in honor of the City of Bologna where the second oldest university (after Paris) of the Western Hemisphere was created in the Middle Ages.

Buon appetito!

We like to prepare this meaty Bolognese sauce a few hours before the actual dinnertime to let it settle down in the fridge. The tomato sauce slowly, slowly seeps into the meatballs and ground beef to make them more lusciously flavorful. Putting a spoonful of it into your mouth is Pure Ecstasy.

We will keep you posted about our latest cooking foray and if this hardy crew liked it.  E vabbuo!

Avanti bersaglieri che la vittoria e nostra!

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

The very best gift God Almighty gave us!

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Yesterday November 5th was our birthday and we celebrated it with Gian Luca, our son. In the following picture we are in the central hall of Regal Lincoln Cinema, our favorite screen.

We went to watch the excellent latest film of the James Bond series, No Time to Die. We loved it! There is nothing better than to celebrate birthdays the American Way. With a big Coke and popcorn.

Thank you very much God Almighty for giving us the best gift one can ask for. Our children.

May you grant us many more birthdays to celebrate with them in good health and happy spirits.

Stay Distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

 

Yo we’re shooting a new picture!!!

Whassup doggies? We’re shooting a new You Tube film about Jamaican bros and here is our crew.

From left to right, there is Marty, Giordano, myself and Danny.

How do we look?

Three! Two! One! Live! Action!!!

After so much slogging, Dad treated us with a Brooklyn-style pizza and chicken wings.

Buon appetito!

As you can already guess, it is about some Jamaican dudes with a loud dispute. Stay tuned for more.

I feel eyrie, man!

Lack of Empathy in the BRSF

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Our podcast Lack of Empathy in the BRSF is Live at anchor.fm/dr-mario-o-laplume

Sadly last Saturday, when we innocently went to buy a new Motorola phone in the Metro PCS store located in Calle Ocho and 13 Avenue of Miami, a villainous clerk and a disloyal assistant went in cahoots to screw us in the needed transfer of the stored Whatsapp data content to the new device. We lost forever the precious family data, including the one from our late uncle José Luis Garbarino. Aren’t they supposed to protect the memories of a long-standing client like us? Apparently not.

This tragic incident is emblematic, not only of the sheer irresponsibility of many (but not all, thank God) individuals in this Banana Republic of South Florida, but also of the rising Lack of Empathy that plagues our society. It is not a small coincidence that it happened in a store selling phones because. as we have discussed in our new book Emotional Frustration – the Hushed Plague, there is a Trolling Toll of Technology that has soiled and worsened our core inter-personal relationships.

We hope you would listen to it and share your opinions with a message to email@drmolaplume.com

Note. In our podcast we wrongly identified Verizon as the parent company of Metro PCS. We later found out that it is really T-Mobile. We are sorry for this unintended mistake.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

Always in our hearts!

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Our son Gian Luca has scornfully criticized us for travelling perhaps a little too much down what the dubs as Memory Lane, which is the assortment of memories we carry around. He has occasionally sneered at the assortment of small and medium sized pictures that we have displayed in the book shelf right in front where our work station is located. Here is that view:

From your left hand side to your right one, you can see the following:

a) The beautiful icon of Saint Anthony and the Black Madonna that we acquired in Saint Anthony’s cathedral in Padova many years ago.

b) A picture of our late father Mario holding our daughter Noel Marie ( I am the guy on the right) in the rooftop restaurant of the Victoria Plaza Hotel (now renamed as Ramada Inn) in Montevideo.

c) A picture of our daughter’s baby shower in the Casa Juancho restaurant in Miami, with our late grandmother Yolanda and our late mother Gladys flanking me on the right and left respectively.

d) The cross of Jesus Christ right in front of us, just in case anyone has any doubts about our faith.

These pictures do bring sweet and sour memories and a sense of longing, which is perfectly fine. We are shaped and influenced by the significant persons in our lives and the moments shared together. Right where we have been studying and writing for so many years, they inspire us to keep going.

Let us confess something. Tired of his sneering, we decided to double down a few minutes ago. We put a picture of him when he was a cute one year old and our daughter Noël Marie holding a doll.

Because for us, mothers and fathers, whether our children like it or not, they will forever be our babies.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

Dreaming of an Oktoberfest in Berlin

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Today we decided to celebrate Oktoberfest with our son Gian Luca right at home, due to the still certainly precarious and possibly duplicitous status of indoor dining in South Florida. There was a good German Beer restaurant in Miami Beach’s Lincoln Road but it could not survive through the city restrictions. Scheisse!

We are both fans of German food and beer, having both visited Deutschland to celebrate there. In fact, the Teutonic people (mostly men of course) might seem “a little bit sour and rude” to us. But here is a little secret: most Germans will become human, once they get properly soaked with beer. Not only they will become rapidly friendly and merry, but also a tad sentimental, crying included.

In the above picture you can see Gian Luca standing in front of the infamous Checkpoint Charlie.

In the following one, you can see the grafiti mural painted in a piece of the Wall of Berlin still standing, where they depicted Leonid Brezhnev, the late Premier of the USSR, and Erick Hoenecker, the late dictator of the now blissfully defunct Democratic Republic of Germany, in a sarcastic pose.

Berlin is one of the most artistically-oriented major cities of Europe, where the muses of Imagination have blissfully taken up residence after the fall of the über-repressive DDR to cleanse citizens’ spirits.

Of course we love to admire the fair blonde and red-haired Mädchen, the Austrians being the best.

Note. this image was taken from Wikimedia Commons.

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hacker-Pschorr_Oktoberfest_Girl.jpg

(Sigh) After long, long time ago becoming a Monk of Medicine, we can only watch them from afar.

Prost! Zum wohl!

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.