Sunday, November 16, 2014

Homus Consumiensis




Como ciudadanos de Weston tenemos la suerte de vivir a 10 minutos del Sawgrass Mills, la meca del consumismo en el sur de la Florida, al que diariamente peregrinan miles de compradores desde el mundo entero. Esto nos permite de vez en cuando darnos un salto a este templo del comprar aunque sólo sea para conseguir un libro.

Suena fácil, pero no lo es. Ya encontrar un puesto de estacionamiento durante el fin de semana puede convertirse en misión imposible. La técnica mas efectiva es pegar el parachoques casi en el trasero de algún comprador que esta retornando a su vehículo y confiar en la suerte de estar justo en el lugar indicado. No hay que inhibirse, la mayoría de visitantes del “mega mall” están acostumbrados a esta práctica y son bastante colaboradores incluso indicando la dirección en la cual se desocupara el sitio.

Rodeado por una vía de circunvalación que da acceso a varias planicies de estacionamientos, el Sawgrass Mills esta compuesto por 3 naves principales, cada una del tamaño de un transatlántico, mas dos áreas externas. Reúne más de 300 tiendas tipo "outlet" de las más famosas marcas y con una superficie total de 221.472 m2 es el “mal” de una planta mas grande del mundo.

Esto no inhibe que este monstruoso lagarto siga creciendo. Los “flagship stores”, las llamadas tiendas modelo exclusivas de las corporaciones, así como el Nike Store, el Adidas Shop, u otras, siguen brotando como hongos en el bosque. Luego están las tiendas como Brandsmart o Sports Authority que son “retailers” de géneros específicos que representan varias marcas dentro de su ramo. De ultimo están los negocios independientes a quienes se les dificulta cada vez más pagar los alquileres de los locales principales y son desplazados a las mini tiendas tipo kiosco en los pasillos.

Estos microorganismos tratan de contrarrestar la falta de reconocimiento, imagen y atracción de marca, con técnicas de "hard selling" convirtiéndose literalmente en ladillas que te bloquean el paso para estregarte alguna crema en el brazo mientras te descargan una catarata de argumentos sobre un producto que seguro no necesitas.

Me impacta observar como los turistas entran en un trance de consumo al ver tanta variedad de productos con precios por los pisos. Yo también fui uno de ellos antes de mudarnos a Estados Unidos. Obviamente el ahorro por unidad es volcado a mayor cantidad, ecuación monetaria que siempre resulta favorable para el comerciante. Hay tal abundancia de mercancía en este centro comercial, que pareciera que en Miami estuviesen las plantas de fabricación de todos los productos del mundo. Pero no es así, aquí es sólo donde se comercializan.

Eso si, al sur de la Florida vienen como "predators", o mejor dicho "collectors", los mas voraces consumidores internacionales. Una especie humana generalmente de grandes tallas y flácida apariencia que se mueve lentamente por los pasillos, arrastrando las inmensas valijas que llenan durante horas de recorrido por los helados pasillos e interminables estanterías.

Convenientemente dos extensas ferias de comida chatarra a cada extremo del “mall” aseguran el restablecimiento de "combustible" en forma de hamburguesas, “fast food” latino preparado por asiáticos y “cinamon rolls” recién horneados cuyo olor dulce y acanelado se mezcla con los vapores de las esencias que rocía el centro comercial para detonar la producción de endorfinas y de esta manera incentivar el consumo con las mas sofisticadas técnicas del marketing olfativo.

Observando estas escenas de familias en trance de compras, jovencitas burdamente maquilladas sentadas con espaldas encorvadas, rodeadas de bolsas de Gap y Abercrombie en sus carros de compras, cabezas de familia con cara de preocupación pensando en el limite de sus tarjetas de crédito, cansados de frenar el ímpetu de compras de sus cónyuges y cargando simultáneamente bolsas e hijos dormidos de aburrimiento.

Viendo este consumismo en esteroides, me pregunto si nosotros la civilización del occidente será capaz de producir todo lo que consume. Y no me refiero al aspecto financiero, ya que ahí ya esta comprobado que una pequeña minoría puede generar el ingreso para muchos, pero más bien desde el punto de vista productivo referente a la capacidad de trabajo, las habilidades manuales y mentales.

Por cada comprador que pasa una hora comprando en el Sawgrass Mills, deben haber 10 Chinos trabajando 12 horas por un sueldo miserable y bajo condiciones de trabajo que ninguno de nosotros en el llamado primer mundo aceptaría. Aprovecho para dar las gracias a la sociedad China, que ha permitido elevar el poder adquisitivo del mundo occidental llenándonos de corotos súper baratos y al mismo tiempo aceptando trabajar duramente por un salario que apenas les permite cubrir sus necesidades básicas - que viva la globalización!

Algún día, también los cientos de millones de trabajadores chinos querrán aumentar su nivel de vida y buscarán la manera de recuperar una parte del gran margen de beneficio que hoy día se lo lleva otro. Esta será la verdadera revolución roja y la sentiremos en el mundo entero. En nuestros países volveremos a localizar la producción y ajustar nuestro consumo a lo que podamos generar. Mientras tanto, seguiremos consumiendo por encima de nuestras posibilidades y aprovechando la ola de la abundancia "made in China".

Eso sí, yo dejaré los “outlet” para los turistas y seguiré fomentando el "online shopping" comprando en lo posible productos “made in the Americas or Europe”.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Dumb Human, Smart Phone




Our species is regressing towards a crooked smart-phone-starring homo sapiens. There are no more evening conversations with the partner, no more chat with the son, no more uninterrupted dialogues with the colleagues during lunch or coffee breaks, no more physical visits to a friend at his birthday. We are so attached to the virtual world, that we do not realize what is happening around us.

I wonder what the attendant at Starbucks might think when the customer orders his Cappuccino Grande without lifting his sight from the cell phone. Probably he finds it rude or even fears for his job, because soon the order will be made online through a dedicated application and a machine will prepare the coffee.

We should cut to the chase and connect our brain directly to worldwide Internet. This way we will get rid of that unpractical germ-carrying small device that gets lost, runs out of battery, generates car accidents and will cause chronic back and neck problems. We should be consequent and completely wire our brains into all the servers of this world.

Google Glass is only the first step towards the hyper connected society, where soon the ultimate operating system is going to replace our brains by memorizing, analyzing, prioritizing, synthesizing and last but not least making choices for us. I see a scenario, not like in Terminator where machines rule the world, more something like the Matrix, where we become an integral part of the machine. The big question is, if before crossing the threshold, we will have learned to press the "off" button. After my 10-year-old son read this blog, he asked: "Did a human write this or a phone?"

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Carl the Killing Machine


It was in Brown Mountain, North Carolina when while staying at my son's summer camp I met Carl, who was working as resident staff together with Patricia, his wife from Honduras. He was on his way out after being fired because of a situation with the camp's director. We came into conversation when I asked him about his old BMW convertible and so we had a longer chat, where I learned that he had been in several war zones as a hired soldier to protect the Red Cross. During the war in Bosnia, Carl's nervous system was destroyed in a poison gas attack. Thanks to a combination of drugs and his service dog that reminds him when to take the shots, he maintains his biochemistry functioning and himself alive. I knew that dogs were used to sniff drugs, bombs and to find people after earth quakes, but I had never heard that they can smell if a patient needs to take his meds.

Carl is a senior combatant, a fighter, a real mercenary, a man of war, a man of conflicts, a man that provides safety and security for his clients, a man that is willing to lose his life protecting others for money, a man of stealth blue eyes faithful to God and our flag, the star spangled banner.

He keeps his ripped and vein covered body in shape by performing exercise routines he learned from Russian mercenaries. Hundreds of daily push ups, squads, sit ups and other routines using his own body weight are necessary to maintain the core of this well functioning killing machine. Special training of leg grappling, back bending, arm-twisting, disarming, gun pulling and neck locking techniques allow Carl to put down anybody in seconds.

He does not require any weapon, but he knows them all and keeps a five-inch Cold Steel folding knife in his front jeans pocket. With this razor sharp instrument he can cut through tendons like through butter. He needs no gym, nor weights, nor Crossfit PT; he trains anywhere at any time. Although in his late 50s, the disciplined practice of different routines, allows him to throw his shoulders into the knees of opponents within seconds and with flexibility better than any 10-year-old kid. His hands are fast and strong like the paws of a bear and his back is a little bit bent, but still solid like a wooden mast of an old ship that has sailed many oceans.

Even though Carl does not have a high level of education, he is clear about his limitations and conscious about his strengths. His position is set by his rare abilities acquired in combat since the 70s. At least 900 $ per day he charges to be in protective international mission or to perform a security training. But before putting a human weapon on your side, you want to know if this person is psychologically sane and stable. How can you know? Asking for personal references or only hiring through trusted security companies? Carl asked me to go into business with him: He would do the teaching and I would take care of marketing. For sure there is a necessity, especially for executives traveling to Latin America, but I realized that this is not my essence. I do not want to be in the business of surviving and killing, I want to be in the enterprise of creating good.

How did I find out? I asked myself the question: "Where would my soul go if during my life I had been responsible executer of uncountable fatalities like Carl" Nobody really knows for sure, but there are different believes around this question depending on what religion you ask. The Catholics would either forgive or send you to hell. The Buddhist would let you be born again as an inferior form of live, like an insect or a rat. And it would take many lives to clean up your karma. The Muslims would send you to a paradise full of virgins if you exterminated mainly the infidel. The Taoist would probably say that Carl is meant to be and represents one extreme in the continuous quest of the yin and yang balance.

Besides learning some neck snapping techniques, what I got out of this encounter with Carl was the realization that even though I like martial arts and weapons, I do not want to be a survivor from the evil, I want to be a creator of good. So remember, next time you face a challenging situation or you meet a person that has an impact on you, look through the first impression, read in between the lines of what happened and think about what message the universe is delivering to you.