@ESPNmx Desafortunadamente esto va a pasar todos los años porque México no sabe crecer talentos y no va a poder darle a Del Toro el equipo que merece. Que tristeza.
@WakkaMol3@CamaradaComadre O sea Indígena? Creo que lo que demuestra es mucha ingenuidad del autor o pleno desconocimiento de que puede ser una palabra cargada en el contexto Mexicano. El hecho de que todos aquí en Twitter lo hayan interpretado asi lo confirma. No hace falta defender a un mal autor.
@WakkaMol3@CamaradaComadre Entiendo el punto pero tu misma screenshot dice que puede interpretarse de las dos formas. Si es una deficiencia del autor por querer forzar la palabra.
Customer: "I also want a pound of Swiss cheese, but I don't want it sliced."
Me: "So you'd just like a one-pound block of cheese?"
Customer: "Exactly. Can you do that?"
Me: "I sure can."
(I take the cheese over to the sandwich station to get a large knife, measure approximately where I think one pound would be, and cut off a block. I put it on the scale, and much to my satisfaction, the weight of the block I cut is 1.005 pounds.)
Me: "Well hey, that was pretty good!" (The customer looks at the scales.)
Customer: "Oh, my God! How did you do that?!"
Me: "Lots of practice?"
Customer: "No, no, that wouldn't do it. You must have some kind of supernatural cheese power!"
Me: "Well, I was born on a dying cheese planet, and sent to Earth in a cheese rocket by my parents. Exposure to Earth's yellow sun gives me cheese powers."
Customer: "Whoa. Honey, come here! You've got to see this!"
(The customer's wife comes over and listens to the story.)
Customer's Wife: "Holy s***. Can you do that again?"
(I look over at my manager, who rolls her eyes and gives me a 'go ahead' wave. I cut another block off the Swiss cheese and weigh it. It comes up to 0.995 pounds.)
Customer's Wife: "Jesus Christ!"
(She grabs the arm of another passing customer.)
Customer's Wife: "You've got to see this! This guy is Cheese Man!"
Me: "Ma'am, please don't give away my secret identity. The cheese villains of the world would hunt me down."
@maria_gala_ Lo peor de todo es que es la misma gente que se quejaría de que todas las ciclovias se construyen en la Roma/Condesa y no construyen en la periferia.
Su argumento no tiene sentido, solo quiere poder quejarse de algo.
Sir Duncan the Tall is the ultimate archetype of the realization of the best version of yourself.
At the beginning of “A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms,” Dunk carries the frame of a King but the clear self-concept of a PEASANT.
At Ashford Meadow, Dunk flirts with losing everything as a "Hedge Knight.” He’s essentially a soul standing at the threshold of the UNKNOWN. He is a beast of a man COMPLETELY UNSURE of his own magnitude.
Then comes Prince Aerion Targaryen. The Egregore of unearned power. Forceful cruelty hiding behind a crown.
When Dunk literally kicks this princes teeth in to save a defenseless puppeteer, it serves as the first domino falling in the process of shattering his own internal limitations. He chose TRUTH over SAFETY. He acted from BEING, not status.
Most men of today are “Duncans” in waiting.
They have the vision. They have the vessel. They have the physical, mental, and spiritual potential.
BUT THEY ARE ASLEEP.
They are waiting for a "Sir" to dub them. They are waiting for the world to tell them they are allowed to be great. They have everything they need to succeed ALREADY WITHIN THEM, but they refuse to recognize (or fear) the Presence.
Dunk becomes the most legendary Knight in history through THOUGHTLESS CONVICTION. He stopped acting from his circumstances and started acting from his ESSENCE. Most men today would watch the Prince commit an atrocity and LOOK AT THE FLOOR. They choose the comfort of the Squire over the risk of the Knight.
YOU ARE ALREADY THE PERSON YOU INTEND TO BE.
The horse, the armor, and the strength are already in your possession. You are simply refusing to see the scale of your own soul.
Stop asking for permission.
Stop waiting for the “right time.”
KICK THE PRINCE’S TEETH IN.