The second chapter in the travel chronicles of Eduardo Próspero is live on Metapsychosis, a site of the highest caliber. This time our hero appears in Brazil and, as per usual, nothing goes his way. He falls on his feet, though, and lives to fight another day. And no, I’m not spoiling anything. The story is in the journey, not in the destination. And it starts dramatically:Más, mucho más después del salto
This space has been a little quiet lately, but hey… I got hired to ghostwrite a big-big project and I’ve been working on getting my writing published in other platforms. The latest accomplishment in that regard are these little pieces for the “microdoses” section in Metapsychosis, arguably the most complex and perplexing site around.
For the first installment I wrote about this work-of-art of a videoclip, and among other things said:Continue reading
LOL, I can’t believe it took me so long to publish this here, it happened more than a month ago. Arguably my biggest accomplishment since I started writing in English, I got published in Hacker Noon. This site is a daily check for me and there I am, among their pages, among their contributors.
I want to keep writing for them, keep the momentum going, but my aim is to write about cryptocurrencies from a user perspective and I already spent all of my Bitcoin. And that’s where the story starts:
I sold all my bitcoins before the latest stage of the crypto winter.
I’m not proud of it and I’m not a seer, I was just broke and hungry. That money was my safety net and now I’m free falling into the abyss, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is I’m not a Bitcoin owner anymore. And cryptocurrencies seem to be falling into the abyss…
Then I go into my usual conspiracy-minded-type-of-argument:
I don’t claim to know exactly what’s happening, I’m as confused as the authors of the articles about the crash I’ve been reading. What I do know is that Bitcoin’s economy is not strong enough yet and it’s still vulnerable to attacks and manipulation.
Intrigue, prestidigitation, dirty tricks. An attack, that is how I see this crash and that is how I see the boom and super high climb of 2017. That shit wasn’t natural and this isn’t either. Dark forces are playing with our heads and with our money supply, testing our behavior, watching us run for our lives. And taking notes.
So don’t waste more time, go and read it –> “How cryptocurrencies opened the doors for my escape from Venezuela” — According to Medium it’ll take only five minutes and at the moment of publication has 182 claps that support the message.
Damon, I know the show is already made, but read this anyway.
I gave this movie a casual second look and noticed something tremendous. I’m not claiming this was 100% Hitchcock’s intention, but “The Birds” (1963) can be seen this way: Continue reading
“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.”
I wrote this killer article as my audition tape for Writing Bunny, a content company, and of course I got the job. I know I promised not to brag, but hey… the article is as concrete as a hammer to the forehead and showcases my knowledge of the thème du jour: Content Marketing. My new specialty. You should read the whole thing but, since everyone is so busy these days, here are a few selected fragments: Continue reading
November, 2018 – We’re staying on the music business. There’s no other way around this, it’s the main area I can deliver the goods with confidence and knowledge. I have a plan already in motion to expand this report into all the arts, but until it gains momentum you all are stuck with music and more music.
On this edition we’re entering the wayback machine and exploring classic albums that might not be so classic to the international audience these Art Reports are cultivating. Amazingly we’re staying in Venezuela, when these albums came out the population of the country wasn’t spread all over the world. Sadly, we’re staying in Caracas. Because I’m biased. And at that point in time not that many albums from outside the capital saw the light of day.
So, let’s do this: Continue reading
So, I let it all out and got my first feature in an online publication I respect and admire. I don’t know if you’re aware of Metapsychosis, but they publish articles of the highest caliber and everyone involved seems to be some kind of genius, present company excluded. Anyway, my piece is a first-person shooter about my recent experiences as an immigrant and it starts like this:
I haven’t admitted to myself that I left my country for good. If you ask me, I’m on vacations, looking for business opportunities and establishing contact with likeminded people. Everyone I’ve met told me not to go back, to at least get some kind of legal documentation from another country, to spread my wings. They all want to talk about the crisis, most of them ask me for possible solutions I don’t have and look at me with understated pity. And I understand.
Later on it gets political even though it pretends not to:
I don’t feel comfortable discussing politics or economics, but I’ll say that every article I read about Venezuela’s situation, from both sides of the conflict, feels shallow and agenda driven. I wouldn’t even consider the opinion of an outsider that gets its information from the media, I’m talking about high level journalists that live inside the country. All of their analysis seems to be evading basic truths, facts, causes. They seem to ignore the macro, the big picture, and what a small but crucial dot in the grand chessboard Venezuela is.
And almost at the end it gets all cinéma vérité:
The last time I set foot in Caracas it offered me a sad and creepy spectacle. It was a Saturday and a shopping mall I used to walk by frequently when I lived there was almost deserted, most of the shops were closed and only a few lost souls were there. The streets weren’t empty, but they weren’t exactly beaming with life, and the traffic was so light you might as well have been in a frontier town. And the faces, oh, the broken faces…
But please do read the whole thing, it’s not that long and it hits you hard.