Dear Diary, Who would say that the 21st century would bring a new rise in Fundamentalism, this time not religious but ideological. Today I’ve been reflecting on how certain modern leaders, recently seen in Spain, whom I’ve dubbed the ’new ayatollahs,’ do not tolerate criticism and demand to be treated as infallible gods. Anyone who dares to question or dissent from their line (or simply inquires him on a corruption case that involves his wife) is quickly labeled fascist, ultra-right, or anti-democratic....

Dear Diary, Today, I found myself feeling nostalgic, remembering those days when I used to breakfast with El País and El Mundo. Back then, reading newspapers was like a delicate dance among ideological lines, where one could be critical yet still construct their own version of the truth with a pinch of healthy skepticism and plenty of coffee. Oh, how times have changed! The digital revolution has painted the informational landscape in such strident colors that one might almost need sunglasses to look at it....

22 April 2024 Dear Diary, Today, as the world commemorates the 300th birthday of Immanuel Kant, that colossus of critical thought, I find myself musing over a rather peculiar homage. Imagine, dear diary, if those who usually move in herds, guided by ideological carrots, decided to take a break from their uncritical marches. What if, just for today, they decided to exercise their neuronal connections autonomously and critically? It would be a sight to behold: hordes of former sheep and sycophants, now transformed into independent thinkers, questioning dogmas and the commands of the beloved leader with the same fervor with which they once defended them....

April 17, 2024 Dear Diary, What a match we witnessed today! It’s fascinating to observe how our memories of a football game are tinted by its outcome. For those who emerge victorious from the nerve-wracking penalty shootouts, the match is remembered as grand and epic. Each save and each goal are hailed as heroic deeds, destined to be celebrated in the annals of the club’s history. There are no regrets in their narrative, just the sweet euphoria of victory, which seems like a triumph of flawless strategy, though it may well have hinged on the whims of fate....

April 15, 2024 Dear Diary, Today I stumbled upon an intriguing concept that might just revolutionize our modern eating habits—the Monkey Diet! Imagine a world in which our nutrition needs are covered with just bananas and peanuts. Such simplicity! The proponents of the Paleo diet might boast about their back-to-basics steak tartare and wild berries, but what about the sheer athletic prowess of our primate cousins? Not a hint of obesity in sight—clearly, they’re onto something with those treetop acrobatics, and what they eat!...

Dear Diary, Today, as if caught in a wicked tale of enchanted desserts, I once again succumbed to the siren call of baked cheesecake, cunningly paired with mango ice cream. Oh, the temptation! Yet, the sweetness of the moment quickly fades, as if by some dark magic, when the prior amalgam of sushi, noodles, and Beijing duck rolls decides to assert its presence with vigor. Mere minutes after indulging, my body begins to feel as though I had swallowed an anchor instead of a meal....

Magnetism is the quintessence of life’s energy. It imbues us with a vitality and glow unlike any other, a profound force permeating our entire essence, longing to unify with the cosmos. The attraction between opposite poles grows as they approach each other—yin and yang, night and day, feminine and masculine. At its heart, magnetism is the interaction of attracting fields that stretch into the void, entwining with those of contrasting polarity....

1 April 2024 Dear Diary, In my electric Easter odyssey, what an adventure yesterday turned out to be! As a faithful travel companion, my Tesla and its autopilot never disappoint, but yesterday… Oh, yesterday was the exception that proves the rule! The return to Madrid was expected to be packed, and my eagerness to join the human tide at Tesla’s SuperChargers was palpable. Act one: La Gineta. With 8 loyal chargers beckoning, I discovered, to my horror, that 3 had decided to take the day off....

Conversations, oh what a wondrous dance of words and silences they are! Each exchange, a brushstroke on the canvas of our emotions, painting scenes of joy, concern, fear, and affection. It’s as if each word were a key, capable of unlocking a myriad of emotional doors. Imagine a chat over a cup of tea that warms the heart with laughter, or a midnight discourse under the stars that stirs the soul with wonder....

Ah, to dwell in the whimsy of life’s tapestry, where every thread weaves a tale of wonder and mirth! Today’s entry is a toast to the art of enrichment, a dance amidst the myriad hues of existence. In the garden of conversations, I found myself sowing seeds of care and sprouting jests, all without casting a shadow of judgment. How splendid it is to be a custodian of nature’s love, to see the grandeur in a dewdrop and the epic in the rustle of leaves....