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Hello everyone. On this occasion I wish to speak some basic mistakes of etiquette, I've found is frequently committed in our days.






Como ustedes saben, el nombre de etiqueta proviene de los letreros que se ponían en los jardines de Versalles, en los tiempos de los Luises, para indicar lo que estaba prohibido por orden del Rey. Me parece que la etiqueta siempre ha tenido su origen en algún aspecto útil o de sentido común. Ejemplo: La costumbre de saludar con la mano derecha, se remonta a la Edad Media, en la que los hombres cargaban arma blanca bajo el manto. Al saludar al otro, le estamos demostrando que no llevamos espada o puñal (Salud, JC) para hacerle daño y de esa forma mostramos nuestra buena voluntad y honestas intenciones.






Hay distintos tipos de etiqueta: for work, letter writing, for official receptions for sex, to use an online chat. On this occasion I would like to talk a bit about the label everyday, that we use in our daily lives and that has nothing to do with a dinner at the French embassy or tea with the British consul.






Ten common mistakes we make in everyday label. Van:






1) Shaking hands with the people sitting at the table .

Me seems unforgivable, when I'm eating, sitting at the table in my house, in a restaurant or anywhere else (eating, not drinking or chat) get one and I shook hands. The reason is eminently practical: I have my hands lavaditas, and the person who comes to greet me, come with their own dirty, leaving its colony of bacteria in mine, so I have just two options: stand it and still eat with dirty hands or going to the bathroom to lavármelas again, while another comes gushing to my table. What to do in these cases? When I meet someone I know, I can go to the table to greet him and his companions briefly, a nod and a firm voice greeting and warm, will suffice. If there is a lot of confidence with the guests, I can give you a pat on the back or shoulder, to greet them, but more importantly, I should be as short as possible so as not to intrude. None of hugs and pats of applause thunderous seals that make the whole place turn to us. Discretion and prudence, is the guideline that does not fail.






2) The woman does not rise when he was introduced to another woman or an elderly man . There

belief, unfortunately widespread, that a woman should NEVER stand when you have someone. When should stand the lady? When the woman who is older presented to it, a social level significantly higher than it, as a celebrity, when the woman presented to be pregnant, or when the woman presented to be married and one single. The same approach applies when you have an older man to a woman, this should also stand as a sign of respect. It's a matter of hierarchy, because as my friend Rocio Maisterra, "Always, there have been levels." If you do not want to fail, women, get up whenever they submit to another woman and you will see the image of a simple natural and warm.






3) When entering a restaurant or public place, the man enters behind the woman.

Here is an exception to the rule of "ladies first". When a man becomes a woman at a restaurant or public place must go a step or two ahead of her, to find place to advertise with the captain or just make sure it is safe for your partner. Once you have table, will walk in front of women, ensuring that it follows closely (if couples can hold hands), once they reach at the table, the chair had been placed to the female, this work should not be delegated to the waiters, who do may pull up the chair from him, who will be the last to sit down.






4) The man with a woman, walking up or down stairs behind her.

Another exception to the rule of "ladies first". It is he who should go first steps to avoid giving the impression of seeing him go back legs and his companion. When down stairs, he will first offer his hand to his partner if a slip or in the worst case, to prevent her body continue to run until the next floor in the event of a fall.






5) Letting the sunglasses, indoors or when we have someone .

If you are not Aristotle Onassis, or Claudio Rigo Tovar Yarto Caló group, when we enter a confined space is necessary that we take off our sunglasses. If we are going to present to someone, it is also absolutely essential that we remove them but we are under a sun Guadalajara in mid-May in the street at 12 pm (after we presented and salute it, we can relocate). The same advice goes when we get to a guard booth will see the difference in treatment when allowed to be seen by the other. Cardinal sin: let the sun glasses in a taco and even worse to port as we refine each crop and pastor, will be the spitting image of a bodyguard Toluca or a union leader of the SNTE. The dark glasses at wakes, they have no reason to exist unless the deceased family member and your eyes are in disastrous conditions. Even then, you should not wear glasses so dark, but translucent, that in such cases are more elegant and sober.




6) Putting ourselves the title of Mr., Mrs., Miss or any college degree .

This really is horribly cheesy. Presented as: "I am Doctor Ivanovsky", advertised as: "On behalf of Mrs. Ramirez" or sign a letter as "Graduate Trophy Zarate is extremely parochial and denotes an inferiority complex. Remember that the titles of Mr., Mrs., Miss, Mr. and Mrs., are signs of respect that we give them other people, not us. Using degrees as equivalent to titles of nobility in Latin America is extremely common villager. Have you noticed the business cards of Americans? They rarely mention his profession, only include names and surnames. Point. Hereinafter: " Zoila Vaca Del Corral, mucho gusto."


7) incorrectly dressed to attend a funeral. Speaking

funeral clothes, women tend to commit two errors extremes: tight clothing, short or too sexy, or fox, for the funeral, just to be all black with black stockings think they already did it. The other end, especially in women fifty years later, is going super façade, knitwear, jackets and shoes nursing nun. A suit of good quality, with a clear blouse (no need to wear black from head to toe), skirt that covers the knee or longer, according to fashion, and very discreet jewelry (pearls or diamonds simple, avoid all costs, gold jewelry, the large and ornate colors), medium-heeled shoes and makeup line pretty unobtrusive (no need to go wash face), will make them look elegant and appropriate. A bag simple, sober, and matte coat and gloves in the wintertime, to complement your outfit. Remember

that in our Western culture, not just black is the color of mourning, so is the target (which is extremely elegant and gives a touch of light and hope at the time), gray, brown, blue Marine and purple for the Catholics. Avoid at all costs the blues, reds, greens, oranges and any bright color.

Men will always appropriate pants and dress shoes, long sleeved shirt in neutral colors and dark coat or jacket. Of course, if no budget, the suit dark or neutral color is ideal, which can be worn with or without a tie, which should always be dark. Avoid tennis, jeans and casual pants.

Children under twelve, for any reason dressed in black, instead use neutral colors, preferably white.

Recall that the dismissal is that we give to our loved one, arreglémenos appropriately for the event.


8) The man gave him the inside of the sidewalk to the woman.

In the Middle Ages had not piped drainage, so the waste (of all kinds, and when I say of all kinds, I mean ALL) were thrown into the street, so passersby were exposed to splashes and puddles of questionable origin. At the time of my grandparents said that the man walking with a woman, leaving her on the outside of the sidewalk, was "selling." Nowadays, if we go with a woman, she walks around the inside of the sidewalk and the outer man, and protect it from possible spanking lewd motorists. Of course, as are the times, motorists may want to spank the man, but, for that is one, haha. To yield the sidewalk to a lady, the gentleman will walk up behind her and placed on the outside. The knights, or aspiring to, should give the inside of the sidewalk to women, children, grown men walking towards them in the opposite direction.



9) Do not turn off the cell phone in public events or ceremonies.

I do not think I have to dwell much on the subject. In the film, theater, religious or civil ceremonies, it is essential or minimum quench put the phone on vibrate. Nothing is more Monaco than a ringing phone in the middle of a concert, shows a total lack of consideration and respect for others and also interferes with the concentration of the actors or performers.


10) Treat contemptuously service personnel.

not know if that label error or lack of humanity, but I consider it essential to include this item. I think the nobility and quality of a person, are clearly seen in the way they treat the staff who served: waiters, captains, domestic servitude, maids, valet parking, etc. mistreat these people, just because you have a position of power over them is a coward and talk about someone very, very ashamed. It is essential to be polite, courteous, warm with those who serve us. Treat them badly just throws mud on us themselves. Respect the work and humanity of those we serve and treat everyone equally, without discrimination. I said.


























Sunday, October 10, 2010

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The Bugambilias sun. Story of Raul Antonio Diaz Reding. May 1996.

Hi all, I return to this blog with the publication of one of my texts. As some of you know, many years I write. Then I give one of my last stories I did is one of my favorites. I welcome your comments, alert to the names of the characters:


SON DE SOL bugambilias


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When Ishmael was born, Sara was already at the end of his twenty-Nicolas half of their thirties. Sara and Nicholas had been married two years ago after living together five others. She taught ballet classes. Their delicate movements, elegant and always pushed back his shoulders, spoke of grace and discipline a child. It seemed cut from a picture of Van Gogh. Nicholas was silent, melancholy, evaporated from a painting by El Greco, with wrinkled hands and a tough beard.


Ismael was a robust and restless baby, who three days old rejected the breast, preferring to swallow cans and cans of powdered milk. After eight months and said "Water" and "Dad." At ten, walked sharp finger gripping Nicholas watching him grow and incomplete soft smile attached to it. Sara spent her mornings in seeing the baby, caressing her soft arms, play with it. Ismael grew very fast. At four years old, she walked around the house, closed and opened doors, disarm and examined what he had in the house.



- Sara, I'm bored.

- Why do not you go to the garden to play with your ball?

- I have not got to play with.

- Right now the end of cooking, I go with you.

- Sara ...

- What step?

- Why were you crying last night? - Sara went pale and cutting potatoes.

- It was a bit unwell.

- It scared me a lot with their screams. It makes it ugly.

- Why do not you get to light the story that your dad bought you as I finish?

- I'm afraid. Why are you here?

-...

- I want to leave. I do not like.

- Ishmael, I explained many times.

- I'm afraid when you feed and will do so.

- How?

- So ... do you see? It seems to Choper.

- Ismael Shut up.

- Why do not I have brothers and Huicho? He plays good father to Alex and Diego.

- If you behave, maybe you bought one.

- Where you going?

- I'll feed Luciano.

- you said we were going to play. What do you feed? Or grow.

- ... Right now return. Go to the garden.

- should throw it away. When the master of the junk I'll say take it back.

- You did your dad do not talk like your brother.

- That's not my brother. I'm afraid.



Sara wiped a tear with his hand and closed her eyes being careful to not see Ismael. He took the tray, left the kitchen. Ishmael out into the garden and lingered for a while, trying to cope a mealybug with an ant, without success. Then he went to sit under the bougainvillea that both Sara pampered with vitamins and fertilizers. Sara had been moved in the plant because the gardener said that the shadow was going to dry, the sun needed bougainvillea. Ismael remained a few minutes pulling flowers and leaves of the plant, making them throwing the grass rolls. Then he rose to go quietly into the room where Sara was, feeding Luciano. "A case in ten million", "A real mystery of genetics," "A miracle is still alive," said the doctors had cared for since birth Luciano. Sara and Nicholas had prayed after delivery, "That was done the will of God." Luciano had just turned eight years old. Ismael peered through the open door. From there you could see the railings and straps bed where he slept Luciano, Sara fed him in the mouth. Ismael was very still, watching the box. His eyes and mouth opened, his brow furrowed ever watching this scene. From the door and saw tiny black eyes Luciano, who reminded him chasing lizards in the farm of his grandfather. Sara always felt the eyes of Ishmael behind:



- Ismael! What are you doing here? Van hundred times I say you can not enter this room. Go to the garden .- Ismael said nothing and as always, ran scared. Luciano roaring, excited by the shouts of his mother. The scene was repeated infrequently, but when it was happening, caused a seizure in the family: Sara cried the rest of the day, Nicholas was comforting when Ismael came home from work and went to his room. Whenever he saw his brother had nightmares at night and wake up screaming: "I comeeee! I will eat, Mamiiii," then Sara and Nicholas came to the rescue. The next morning the three breakfast in silence, like someone had a bad dream I can not remember clearly, but that is steeped in thought for several hours.



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Dr. Balbuena was the physician of the family. Each month Luciano went to examine, revise it, he asked questions to Sara and then ordered changes in medications or feeding Luciano.

- How do you see today doctor?

- Better than last month, Sarita, but has continued to lose weight.

- Yes, it has been too restless and hardly eats. There is something that Nicholas and I want to ask.

- What happens?

- How long will you live?

- Pardon?

- Luciano. How much longer do you think you live?

- Look, we already have discussed. In cases like this ... it is impossible to calculate. We can only speculate. You know I've searched all the information related to this case, but it is so extraordinary that there is no precedent for something similar. It is similar in some other symptoms genetic disorders, certain chromosomal aberrations, but in reality does not fit and no pattern. Luciano could die tomorrow or maybe in ten years. We do not know.





Nicholas looked down with folded hands while listening to the words of Dr. Balbuena. Sara sighed and stroked his neck. Her moist eyes jumped from the face of the Doctor that of Luciano and then escaped into the garden with bougainvillea.

- What happens is that we are having many problems with Ismael. As much as we explain and try to reassure him, no, we can not. We are terrified to Luciano. "He added Nicholas while he stood beside the bed rail.

- is natural. But are stages of adjustment. Gradually the child will grow accustomed to his brother, believe me. But the process is not instantaneous. Must be patient and do everything I say the psychologist.

- We considered the possibility of placing Luciano. In a specialized niche. If only we were Sara and me ... but do not want ... Ismael ... you know doctor, traumas and all. Ismael had many nightmares.

- Well, actually that is something you must decide, perhaps the psychologist could target more than me. But if I can be realistic in the state that is Luciano, it does not matter if you're here with you or in an institution. Anyway I guess I would see often.

- Sara intervened course flatly .- Luciano is my son. And what I want. God knows how.

- I know Sarita. Could recommend two or three hospitals where the care is first, several colleagues work there. When you have a decision, call me.

- Thank you, doctor.

Luciano followed with his two black spots the figure of Sara. Watched the three present, but always attentive to every movement of his mother, to each of his words. His breathing was heavy breathing when he was alone in his room.

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The night the boy died two days after his last medical checkup, Sara had been trying to locate Dr. Balbuena but found none. The fever had reached 40 º C and no medicine seemed to serve. The boy stirred uneasily in his bed, babbling and screaming. Sara cried, again and again marking the Doctor's phone. When Nicholas arrived, and then hugged the child Sara. Was calmer, but the fever did not abate. Wrapped in a blanket and carried him to Nicholas Car. Sara leaned over the bed and her other son, and after verifying that he slept deeply, took her purse and ran to meet with the patient and her husband. Pulled in a hurry. At 11:43 am the doctors warned Nicholas Sara and the child was dead. The autopsy revealed no big deal. "Maybe an immune system disorder, an overreaction to an infection, an allergy that had gone unnoticed in children, had caused high fever, "doctors said. Ismael had died four years three months. Nicholas and Sara cried embraced. They stood in the hallway for several minutes. Then they got up. He had to take care of the paperwork.

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- Why, Why Nicholas?

- Sara Do not ask me why, you know why. We are paying a high price. That's all.

- You know, I think that Ishmael is like my bougainvillea. I needed sun. Here there is only darkness.

- Yes, I think it was better that way.



Sara and Nicholas were silent as they watched the bougainvillea in the garden, sitting on the terrace. Luciano stared at the floor and smiled for the first time in his life. Luciano was the firstborn. The son of Sarah and Nicholas. Alone.



MAY 1996.