Celebritys falsas (New York + Justin Bieber)

Brett Cohen, un ciudadano anónimo estadounidense, decide hacerse pasar por famoso por Times Square, paseando con 2 guardaespaldas, 2 asistentes y un grupo de fotógrafos que hacían de paparazzis. Su objetivo era un pequeño estudio sociológico en el que ver la reacción de la gente ante un supuesto famoso que desconocen, así como ver sus respuestas a preguntas como "¿de qué conoces a Brett?" o "¿cuál es tu película favorita en la que sale?".



Tret de: http://www.meneame.net/story/falso-famoso-nueva-york

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

 William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)

"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that 
struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it 
is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
 Macbeth Quote (Act V, Scene V).

The Matrix explained

Neo i Smith, Ying - Yang. Neo no evoluciona fins que no es deixa matar pel seu costat negatiu, fins que no es fusiona amb ell, fins que no accepta el camí del mig, ni bé ni mal, tot i res al mateix temps.


Grandíssima explicació en anglès:

http://greatestblogalive.blogspot.com.es/2011/01/matrix-trilogy-neo-agent-smith.html

Neo y Smith, Ying - Yang. Neo no evoluciona hasta que no se deja matar por su lado negativo, hasta que no se fusiona con él, hasta que no acepta el camino del medio, ni bien ni mal, todo y nada a la vez.

Oiga, ¿está Morpheo? ¡Que se ponga!

- ¿Señor Morpheo?
- Sí, al habla.
- Hola buenos días. Mire, yo pasé por la farmacia y me compré un kit de pastillas de estos de pastilla azul o pastilla roja. Me tomé la pastilla roja y me he despertado en la misma cama de siempre con mi mujer al lado. ¡Esto es un timo, oiga!
- A ver señor, no se lo tome tan a pecho. A ver, ¿seguro que no ha cambiado nada? ¿No le ha crecido un pelo en el sobaco o un grano en el culo?
- Hombre, sí que noto más bello púbico pero me esperaba otra cosa.
- A ver, en el prospecto pone que en caso de tomarse la pastilla roja va a notar unos cuantos cambios, pero no le especifica qué cambios.
- ¿Cómo que no? Habla de salirse de la matrix, de volar por los aires como Neo, de follarse a una tía buena y ¡no ha pasado nada de eso!
- Pero en el folleto pone muy claro que eso son casos pasados y que casos pasados no prometen cambios futuros.
- ¿Pero me está llamando tonto a la cara o qué?
- Tonto no, pero un poco ingenuo quizá sí.

Red pill, blue pill

I imagine that right now you're feeling a little bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabithole.
You can say that
I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he expects to wake up. Ironically this in not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate Neo?
No.
Why not.
Beause I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life.
I know exactly what you mean.
Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something; what you know you can't explain, you don't know what it is; you can't explain it but you feel it. You've felt it you're entire life that there's something wrong with the world, You don't know what that is but it's there like a splinter in your mind driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?
The matrix?
Do you want to know what it is?
Yes
The matrix is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now in this very room. You can see it when you look out the window, or when you turn on your television, You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
What truth?
That you are a slave Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage, you were born into a prison that you can not smell or taste or touch. A prison for your mind. Unfortunatelly no one can be told what the matrix is you have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance after this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill you wake up in your bed, you believe what you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland and I show you how deep the rabithole goes. Remember, all I'm offering you is the truth, nothing more.