Biographies of my choice – John Krasinski

krasinskiJOHN KRASINSKI                                                 
as Jim Halpert

John Krasinski currently portrays sales rep Jim Halpert on NBC’s hit comedy “The Office,” part of the comedy line-up on Thursday nights.

The show won the Emmy for Outstanding Comedy Series in 2006, the SAG Award for Outstanding Ensemble in a Comedy Series in 2007 and 2008 and was nominated for a Golden Globe Award for Best Television Series – Musical or Comedy in 2007 and an Emmy for Outstanding Comedy Series in 2007.

Krasinski most recently appeared in the Universal Pictures feature “Leatherheads” opposite George Clooney and Renee Zellwegger, which Clooney also directed. In the 1920s-era romantic comedy, Krasinski plays ‘Carter Rutherford,’ a straight-laced college football sensation, who is hired by team owner and confirmed bachelor ‘Jimmy “Dodge” Connelly’ (Clooney).

Also a gifted writer, Krasinski adapted the David Foster Wallace book “Brief Interviews with Hideous Men” and directed his own adaptation in an independently financed feature last fall. The film stars Julianne Nicholson as a graduate student who is coping with a recent breakup by conducting probing and revealing interviews with various men. The illustrious cast also includes Bobby Cannavale, Josh Charles, Dominic Cooper, Timothy Hutton, Christopher Meloni, Max Minghella, Lou Taylor Pucci and Ben Shenkman among others.

Krasinski’s feature film credits include “Shrek the Third,” Ken Kwapis’ “License to Wed,” Gregg Araki’s “Smiley Face,” Christopher Guest’s “For Your Consideration,” Nancy Meyers’ “The Holiday,” Bill Condon’s “Dreamgirls” and “Kinsey,” Sam Mendes’ “Jarhead” starring Jake Gyllenhaal, “Duane Hopwood” and the animated film “Doogal,” in which Krasinski voiced three characters.

Among Krasinski’s additional television credits are appearances on NBC’s “Law & Order: Criminal Intent,” “Ed,” and “Without a Trace.”

Krasinski graduated from Brown University as an honors playwright and later studied at the National Theater Institute. Born and raised in Newton, Mass., Krasinski currently resides in Los Angeles.

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Rosebud II

All he was claiming, all he ever really cared for and missed. All he based his lifework on, because that’s all he really wanted.
Fame, love, women, money, art, and acquaintances meant nothing to him. His empire was nothing but a dream of millions and a facade for one: Charles Foster Kane…
No human being is more than a child trying to survive in an over-sized, competitive, rule-less world. All human being is secretly longing for that childhood that’s gone. That sense of clearness, of freshness, of unconsciousness. In a way, feeling lonely and abandoned make some human beings more creative, and more likely to survive, and succeed… at least, of course, succeed according to society.
But society is not behind your bedroom’s closed door every night; society is not behind your shower curtains when the water is running through your neck and exhausted back after a long day of exposure;  society is not inside your mind or consciousness; society is not feeling your accelerated heart during a thunder storm; society is not looking at yourself in the mirror after you performed admirably in front of the whole world but shamefully in front of your essence; society is not in your prayers addressed above; society is not in your mind when you have to close momentarily a book to think through those last few striking lines. Society is only out there, it’s an entity waiting to haunt us, and we allow it to… to… devour us…
Charles Foster Kane only had one single, loved, true moment in his whole existence: his rosebud. What came next was all product of an unstoppable need for fulfillment mixed with revenge and a wish to play society a joke as his life purpose. Yet, the joke was on him…

                                                                  None of what he did or experienced
                                                                      meant something to his heart.
                                                                  None of what he built or earned
                                                                      meant something to his pried.
                                                                  Because nothing was real…

                                                                  He lived his life offensively,
                                                                      he died submissively,
                                                                      as a little, innocent, harmless
                                                                      kid begging for his most precious toy,
                                                                      something no one could have ever
                                                                      figured out, or known: his secretly beloved


Rosebud I

simpsons_citizen_kane_homage1Here’s only a brief ‘picturesque’ introduction to the best all time production.

Pioneer, timeless, astonishing, pretrifying, intelligent, mysterious, superb, arrogant, humbling, perfect.

A work of art.

An enciclopedia.




The Simpsons……………………………………………………

Ismael Serrano

Papá cuéntame otra vez esa historia tan bonita
de aquel guerrillero loco que mataron en Bolivia,
y cuyo fusil ya nadie se atrevió a tomar de nuevo,
y como desde aquel día todo parece más feo.





(parentesis religioso)


            la fe es la garantia
de los bienes que se esperan,
                                         la plena certeza de las realidades
                                                       que no se ven.


El Nuevo Testamento
Hebreos 11.11

The Cure

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they’re real
I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel

You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go

You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But i never see anything

If only I’d thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I’d thought of the right words
I wouldn’t be breaking apart
All my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you
But i never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you

There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you


bravo awards® to the greatest of the smallest®

This distinction is given to those TV shows that portray intelligence, reality, absurdness, sarcasm, and the newest and most progressive form of art: self-criticism.

Greatest Shows of the Smallest Screen® humbly rewards those writers and producers that see what I think should be seen, and thought no one else saw it.

Thank you.

And to honor this feeling of camaradery I’ll quote a very admirable acquaintance of mine who knew how to put in words, in another time, in another language, all that this award embraces.

Gracias por hacerme tener la tranquilidad de que alguien entiende y acerca a lo que pienso en este mundo. Gracias por hacerme alejar de la seguridad de que algo en mi cabeza estaba definitivamente acercandome a la locura… y a la soledad ideologica.