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The other day I came across a comment that made me ponder. In a literature program, an interviewer praised "the great humanism of the guest." This attribute disturbed me. In the way he used was given to understand that the guest was a person who had great culture because they loved human being. It seemed so we were dealing with a philanthropist with all of the law. But this not really the case.

The humanist is one who loves the human being. That few people discuss, what is not so clear is the concept of human being that the neologism "humanist" refers. The human being into thinking these discourses is neither more nor less than a perfect man, with great sensitivity, studies and impeccable morality. A humanist is a trained human being who denies his character to be desiring.

If we accept this definition I would say that there is no real humanist, since this definition is based on a utopian image of man and very restricted.

A humanist denies or downplays those miserable moments that are submerged in the depths of consciousness. Unspeakable emotions we deal with daily: the extreme hatred that wake us up certain characters, bad sound jealous to the fate of his friend, childhood dreams where we are wanted by everyone, fictitious social situations where we can demonstrate a scorching .... Inside the emotional life of every human outcrop and are denied these miserable feelings for a moral code.

Morality is nothing more than the internalization of a useful social law of coexistence and order. Who acts morally repressing passions that inevitably make up his being. This is not bad, but it is wrong to think that being moral one ceases to have a mean dimension.

The substrate is miserable man that denies the concept of being human. The humanist want these little shortcomings are completely eradicated. As a true fascist, the humanist wants to channel all men in the pattern of human beings. Humanism is a dream where everyone knows Latin, repressed impulses composing sonnets, while art is critical and a competent expert in the theory of superstrings.

Given the contempt for these high issues of the crowd, the vanity of humanist extremely irritating because it represents a high loss of potential fans. In the lust and recklessness mass, the humanist acts with condescension that is neither more nor less than sadistic hatred of a refined spirit. So it would be appropriate to say that misanthropy is the other side of the coin of humanism.

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Monvínic

Perfect for wine lovers and for those who want to learn. In a context of modern design, is this new concept of restaurant in Barcelona that is not intended to be a restaurant but rather an outreach and support center of wine culture. However the restaurant is a Monvinic important part. The entrance is impressive with a library and computers to see, a long bar and small stools to taste a wine and restaurant background, with 2 long white table for 32 people where there is no tablecloth.
original thing is that the restaurant menu is projected on the wall in 2 languages, Catalan and another that is changing. The wine list is a screen that using a pencil you discover all the wines. The consultation can be done by brand / manufacturer, location, vintage, grape variety, type of wine, and wine by the glass price. The search of the wine is very entertaining, yet rewarding.
As for food, say normal, of the few dishes on the menu the day I was there failed 2. In making the commands do not take note, remember, a detail that had only seen in a French restaurant of very high level, although in this case is quite easy because of the shortage of dishes on the menu. Nothing excited me what I ate, and what I disliked was the bread slices served in a glass was old, past. Perhaps the best part was the appetizer chickpea cream with mint trotter.
In summary, I recommend a visit for its originality, fashion environment, modern but for fine dining options are much better. I missed a tasting menu to think marriage would be the right place.

The letter the other day:

Foie gras with sweet grenache -------------- € 14.00
salad, chanterelle mushrooms and sausage in the pot ------ --- € 14.00
-------------------------------- catering Starters € 15.00
Eggs -------------------------- Rioja potatoes € 9.50 Rice
farmed rabbit and crayfish ---------- -----
€ 18.00 Fish of the market with vegetables and mushrooms € 32.00
----------- Cod with nuts ------------ ---------------- € 22.00
"Espardenyes" sautéed with mushrooms € 32.00
------------------ Beach squid sautéed with € 25.00 --------- sprockets
Jewish Lamb "ganxet" ----------------------
Beef € 23.00 with chips and a "mushroom" ------------------- € 27.00
roast pigeon stuffed with mushrooms -------------- € 28.00 ----------
sauteed duck foie gras with apple ------------- € 18.00


Desserts Rum Baba ---- --------------------------------------------- 9, 00 €
-------------------------------------- apricot tatin € 8.00
Crema Catalana - -------------------------------------------
Bowl € 8.00 ------------------------------------------- cheese € 10.00

Quick


- For wine lovers and those who want to learn.
- Very modern, more "in" in Barcelona.
- The best: The wine.
- Worst: The bread and having to share a table.
- Price 2 persons: € 130.00
- Local non-smokers.


Monvínic
C. Provincial, 249 08007 Barcelona T.
932,726,187
http://www.monvinic.com/

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With grace

grace in the very heart of your secret is this restaurant. At night only have 3 menus, the surprise, the expression and tradition 43, 49 and 54 € respectively. There is the option of making a marriage at 22, 25 and 29 € which is quite fun. I recommend the surprise menu, because in our case was the combination of the other 2 menus.
The restaurant menu is a notebook that has a history of the menus offered to be the last on the day.
To start brought us some nuggets of sausage and bread. Then came 2 types of oil, olive oil and herbs as one told us was done for them. Instead of the typical salt has become fashionable to offer, we put a combination of 6 spices. The combination of bread with oil and spices, a great idea.
Finally came the surprise menu and I want to highlight the main course: Xatka (crab) with sesame oil and olive oil, ponzu sauce, fried garlic, chives and sesame seeds. I liked it so much I asked them where they bought and very kindly gave me your card provider and they told me in Barcelona or La Boqueria could find. Menu

expression (49 €)

- octopus terrine, strawberry, basil
- gazpacho, melon, duck ham
- tuna belly, cough-zu, jalapeno sauce
- Confit of suckling pig mango and sage
- Tiramisu


tradition Menu (54 €)

- Terrine of foie gras with onion compote and ginger
- Xatka (crab) "new style sashimi with sesame and garlic fried
- Chile Seabass salad, lentils and sinitakz
- Rabbit with sausage, polenta, corn and mushrooms
- coulant chocolate coconut foam and


Quick

- only 8 tables, local small
- No Smoking
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friendly service - Letter: Only
menu - The best: the surprise menu
- The worst: They have no parking
- Price for 2 persons: € 130.00

With grace de la Rosa, 8 08012 Barcelona T.

932-380-201

http://www.congracia.es/

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I have a recurring dream for some time. He usually comes when I eat sardines with marinated for dinner. I wonder, however, if you have a specific meaning, besides being a bad index diet.
In the dream I'm back in the Antarctic. I have my fabulous typewriter and five leaves in a virgin white. I want to write about something, but do not know why. I scan the horizon and watch as a gift a magnificent aurora borealis my eye color their wonderful dance.

start writing. Rather to describe, "imperfect rectangle formed by a mixture of red purple with bright areas traversed by uniform yellow parallel lines ...." When I take a while, I stop, I read it and I deeply dislike. It is merely an attempt to translate into words the information in my view. But beauty is more than a mere arrangement of shapes and colors. Tear off the sheet and throw it into the water. The beauty appears when a particular provision of an object causes a reaction within me.

I look at the aurora and ring the keys of the machine with my fins, "This constant motion color before my eyes, gives me the certainty of the impossibility of retaining this time. I am small at the majesty of this phenomenon that there is irrelevant to me. New colors displayed on the fly in the sky, colors that had never seen before and probably never, ever see. The feeling of smallness is accompanied by a strange feeling of bliss at the thought of being special to be able to appreciate the majesty of this moment. There's something inside me, which originate in the stomach and wants to expand, but faces the limits of my skin, a small tear escapes poaching, cheek down .... " Crap. Another leaf in the water.

In this description I have put aside the aurora borealis to talk about me. Beauty is a communion between the viewer and the thing that says something about the world. Not a mere game of visual masturbation.

repeat the process: contemplation of the natural spectacle i ring of keys. "In many ways this leviathan colored undertakes eating I can see a giant fish, now as the giant becomes a great eagle and a car. Undeniable pleasure in finding meanings in the slow turn of the figures. As if it were a clever detective, find the hidden motives, the need for this elusive, seemingly wandering, erratic and apparently only show ".... Aaaaaaargh! The water sheet! I'm taking advantage of the impulses of imagination that the contemplation of dawn gives me. But I've fallen into another narcissistic game, where I waive talk about how special it is irreducibly this phenomenon. I can not talk about this phenomenon without putting it in relation to other arts and counting again offered it .... To write: As if the color of the boxes were becoming Rotko are many different entities into an amalgamation of lines and shapes in the style of Pollock. In this transformation kinetics potentially infinite hide figures showing the time where the printing longs to reconcile with his expressive figurative function .... "The madrequemeparió! I do not understand what I have written in spite of having read it six times! At no time have spoken of a phenomenon .... It's just a ridiculous vanity exercise of cultural arrogance. I look like a sad attempt to show freely my critical dimensions of learning. Four

leaves float peacefully on the water, I have only one and I do not know what to say. I have to be careful or ... .. Suddenly a great luster from my back over everything around me. The light of dawn has increased. It is hot and begins to melt the ice. Some time ago that this process had started, but my speculations made me blind ... ... The typewriter and flee with the last sheet of floating ice plate .... Swim lightning fast. I have to write. Reached the natural vessel, prepare your fingers, look for the last time the Northern Lights but before he could write anything the ice melts completely and I and we dive typewriter. I try to grab it, to avoid losing in the deep and fought in vain to secure it. I suddenly realized the futility of the effort: I can not swim, hold and write at the same time. Also there is nothing to write about: just a dark endless ocean. Transparency stratification perceived as a mere blackness.

This dream, as I said is repeated often. I fail to understand. What does it mean? Is it a sign of my inability to rationally match the facts? Or a simple trick of reality to say he wants to be free from the yoke of significance?

Is it the beauty of an exterminating angel that fights the pride of human rationality? index, or that the rationale is not limited to the discursive?



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