Poema Papi

From the shadow of struggling with cancer, a poem from my dad.



SONRIENTE
Renace la esperanza y con ella la vida
El futuro abre sus puertas
Y el ensombrecido día ahora es brillante
Sus colores dilatan mis pupilas y al horizonte veo más grande
Brillante luz del día que me acoge
Luego de salir de esta agonía

A vivir me invita y como canto de sirena me seduce
Los sueños renacen y con ellos la vida
Soy el mismo pero reformado a positivo

Y aun cuando la vida como compañero a la muerte tiene, las dos son al camino
Por hoy he variado la ruta y no me alcanzaste
Vivo consciente de la vida y de la muerte y ninguna me detiene
Las he visto de cerca y me apresto a vivir
Vivir con su magia me sostiene
Mejor un día de vida que mil esperando por ella.

Cerca la hoz de mi cuello estuvo y por ella la progresión del camino he visto
Salgo a la calle y vivo como sólo el otro lado la observa
La fantasía de la vida es el camino y sé que un día tocará a su fin
Pero a cada amanecer una sonrisa le trae
Y a cada atardecer en sus colores se solaza
Los días por si solos no son buenos, es la alegría interna la que la delata

Muerte, sé que estás ahí y te he visto
Y me has mirado fijamente
Pero, para cuando me toque,
Me encontrarás sonriente.
                                      
Israel Ginez
2025-05-08

On change

In a short couple of days I will be starting graduate school in the Netherlands and as with every big move I have done in my life, there are always uncertainties, anxieties but also expectations.

I decided to trade a well compensated position in technology for university life and even though I have spent time evaluating, thinking and preparing for this, ultimately one can never know how something will turn out for the best, all we can do is try our hardest.

I love thinking about sailing and life. Anyone who has sailed will recognize the skipper nor the crew have full control of the ship. All they can do is adjust the rudder, tighten the sails point in the desired direction, after that, it is impossible to tell which way the wind will blow. All a sailor can do is be in tune to the changes in the weather and adjust the vessel accordingly. Life, I believe, is much like sailing, one chooses a worthy goal, and then works with the winds of life to take you there, hopefully enjoying the detours along the way.

I started thinking about a change in my life a number of years ago while I noticed a certain level of dissatisfaction in different jobs I held. Though most of the time it was due to the typical characteristics of a corporate job, many times my responsibilities at work never aligned with what I perceive are the needs of our current society. That bothered me the most because I believe my skills and my time are my main contributions to society. Ultimately, society compensates human beings based on demand and not on what is actually net good for society. Expecting to have a job that completely aligns with my values and is also profitable is a bit of an illusion, nor am I wealthy enough to completely disregard the need for a job that provides for me and my family. I am, however, curious enough to keep exploring alternatives that will balance these forces in my life.

Lately I have thoroughly enjoyed discovering and reading about the field of quantum computing, and more importantly I have been inspired to be a participant in the field because I believe there is an opportunity to improve human society. I believe in this space I can have a greater probability for meaningful impact to society (of course there is a real chance the field stalls or even fails, but exploring dead ends still brings value to society). Moreover, if the field is going to see progress, it needs to build on the lessons of scaling classical computing and attract people from diverse backgrounds and experiences; people willing to learn about this field but that can also leverage their experience to move it forward.

My personality, I have come to learn, draws a lot of satisfaction from learning. Probably why moving and living in different parts of the world has been part of my life, and is currently one of the big motivators in pursuing this opportunity outside of my current community. I find living in a different culture very rewarding as it gives me the chance to witness how other people solve problems, how other societies organize themselves (for the benefit or detriment of its members), how other communities enjoy and celebrate life. These are the experiences that have enriched my life in the past, that have inspired me to be a better human being.

Everything in life has trade offs and pursuing this goal comes with a fair share of them. The biggest trade off being the separation from my community. I often think that the roots are to a tree what a community is to a person. The roots keep a tree nourished and grounded. And find that losing contact with one’s community (if only temporarily) is painful.

Another difficult part of this change has been the delay of other goals my wife and I have been planning and working towards. Indeed this change is different from the others I have done in the past because now I have someone to share this new season with, but also there is another life making sacrifices and going through the ups and downs of being a foreigner. I count myself lucky to have someone by my side who shares my values and is willing to step into the unknown with me.

And isn’t this one of the ways we are called to live life? To point our boat towards a new port and enjoy as much as one can of the journey there.

Poemientos

I am many years old, I am trying to figure out this thing He calls man.

I dream to much and I don’t hustle enough. They tell me work to work for towers don’t build themselves and all gardens now grow arulladas by the glow of monitors and clicking of keyboards.

I dream to much and I don’t bike enough. Just pedal down and up, and down and up. I look behind making sure the trees I ride past every day are not tired of me yet. I look upwards hoping my tires were were filled with day-dreams and not air, and for a moment they are. I look in where the weather is unpredictable, my private maze of wires and poets. I look around, and it is all there, an encyclopedia bookmarked at busy-mess. I look to my feet … and down and up and down and up. Sin subidas, sin bajadas, just pedal down and pedal up. I look forward…When do I get there?… When do I get where?…

I am trying to figure out this thing that He calls “man”.


On my grandpa passing away

Hola abue subiendo las escaleras….

Jaque mate
no te fijaste en mi caballo

Anda nada no mas no te va a pasar nada … no abue tengo miedo del lado profundo de la piscina

No te acerques tanto a la chimenea, que puse nueva lena pero me gusta ver el fuego abue,

Ven a oir esta musica bonita como se llama abue … Tchaikovsky

Quieres mas higos? bueno abue

Quiero que sepas que yo te aprecio mucho por que me dice eso abue?, yo siempre he sabido que ud me aprecia

Abres en 1,2,3 …. Cierras … 1,2,3 no puedo ver mis dedos, no se que tecla estoy aplastando abue

Has leeido tu biblia?

Alma, mente y espiritu tiene el ser humano, no te olvides de alimentar a las 3 que?, no le entiendo abue…

Alma, mente y espiritu tiene el ser humano es verdad abue

‘Ciertamente el bien y la misericordia me seguiran todos los dias de mi vida y en la casa del Seno morare por largos dias’ Descansa en paz abue


Entre suenos te pense, y dos veces dude mientras la gente ocupada murmura quien es tal criatura

On culture and human relationships

This is a recollection of some of my experiences as I started living in the western part of Canada. I especially want to write down my thoughts on how people relate to each other in the different places I have lived.

Sometimes people ask me what I miss the most about my birth place, and without a doubt it is the way humans interact. In fact human interactions here still feel foreign to me.

One of the most surprising things to me when I first rode Calgary’s transit system was the silence, and to this day I still think it is remarkable that a group of human beings manage to stay quite for a good period of time. In some parts of the world, the sounds of chatter and the blasting radio would fill the bus. Being from a different culture, I tried many times to break the norm and start conversations with fellow passengers but more often than not the response was apathetic at best. Eventually I gave up and did as I observed, that is, immersed myself in some reading, podcast, or whatever else would distract my attention. Though I did manage to strike a few spontaneous conversations that made my commute more enjoyable. I still find it strange that two people who routinely find themselves in a common place would choose not to interact with each other. Or, even worse, choose not to acknowledge each other. That is exactly what made transit very foreign to me- people actively choosing to avoid interactions.

Many months ago I read of a study that had crawled the “miss connections” section of craiglist.com for different cities in the United States and catalogued the most common locations for such events. Buses and trains made the list. I guess it makes sense especially for transit heavy cities (Seattle, San Francisco, NYC for example). Could it be that people want to connect to each other but they feel is not appropriate?

In Calgary, I once went to a house party that I was mildly interested in. I found myself bored after I had exhausted talking to everyone I knew at the party, and I decided to leave. On my drive home I started to wonder why it felt strange for me to drive home early from a party, it isn’t like I never attended boring parties before back home, so what was it? Well one of the things I quickly realized is that when I was in Quito I rarely drove to parties, not only that, if I did it was generally in a carpool with friends. Thus very frequently, when I felt bored at parties I had no alternative but to wait until everyone whom I came with felt ready to go. Sometimes this meant that I was stuck in a place I did not want to be. This however had the positive side effect that it pushed me to talk to people I did not know. But not only that, there was a good chance that other people were in the same situation making a chunk of the attendees pretty receptive to these type of encounters, many times turning a dull night into a memorable one.

I realized that night, as I drove alone, that resource limitations can lead to practices that strengthen communities. Further I believe the opposite is also true, that an abundance of resources makes it harder for people to connect and erodes our opportunities to create new relationships. I am not suggesting we should give up individual possessions and live in communes, but we should be suspicious of world views that preach society betterment through self-sufficiency and accumulation.

Finally I would like to describe a behavior, that has been hard for me to adapt to and to this day it still feels foreign. Many times in the past I have been introduced to new people in a social gathering, and after a meaningful interaction we both part ways. After a short period of time goes by and I encounter the same person somewhere else, it would be very likely that he or she will make no effort to acknowledge me, or worse actively avoid me. What is even more surprising is that this behavior will happen even with people that I have interacted with on multiple occasions. The first times I encountered this behavior I wondered if the person did not see or remember me. Many times I assumed he or she was intentionally avoiding a friendship with me, but I quickly realized that this was not necessarily the case. If I found them in a setting similar to the one in which we had met, most people behaved friendly towards me.

It took me several years to realize that people regulate their receptiveness to a social interaction based on the physical place they find themselves in. Incidentally this “regulation” is highly dependent on their mother culture. For example, back home, failing to approach a person that was introduced to me recently, regardless of where I found him or her, would be considered rude, as would arriving at a small gathering and not acknowledging everyone individually.

Why does it feel more out of place to start a conversation while waiting for the bus than at a conference? There is no single answer to that, as it depends on many things. What I keep wondering is if our reliance on self-reliance robs us of opportunities to develop meaningful connections.