Sueños

Lo único que recuerdo es que estaba en la calle. Había una conmoción, como si un accidente acabara de ocurrir. Al parecer, un policía tropezó accidentalmente con una señora, y el bebé que ella llevaba cayó al suelo. El bebé lloraba, y otro policía regañaba al que había causado el accidente.

Luego me veo detrás de una van conducida por gente muy extraña. Para empezar, todos son extremadamente obesos y llevan un maquillaje exagerado, como de carnaval. Están persiguiendo a su mono, una de sus mascotas, que se ha escapado. Quieren atraparlo antes de que la policía lo haga.

En su intento por alcanzar al mono, manejan de forma bastante imprudente. Pienso que son los que están causando accidentes. 

Lo sentí!

​como un aroma que llegó de la nada a mis olfatos, 

por unos segundos, una imagen borrosa llegó a mi memoria. 

una invención mía, quizás, pero igual, si que pasó! 

lo interesante es que ha llegado, puntual a mi buzón. 

Digo puntual, porque no es la primera vez que siento algo y justo después llega. 

coincidencia? 

otra distorsión de la realidad? 

por ahora, solo dejamos notas...

Reflections on Reflections

Last night, I was at the gym on the bike. Reflected in the mirror in front of me was the screen of a TV. From where I was, it looked like they were playing a movie about businessmen having a meeting in one of those fancy New York high-rises. I finished on the bike, turned around, and moved to another machine that was closer to the TV. That’s when I realized the movie wasn’t live-action at all. It was animated, a cartoon with animals dressed like businessmen. It surprised me. A super mind-bending moment. I didn’t have my lenses on, so I had been watching the reflection of the movie, already sort of blurry. And yet what was happening on screen was it had just enough visual information for my brain to interpret them as humans. Is like my memory filled in the gaps. 

Makes me wonder, how many other misperceptions are happening and we don't realize it. 

Last night or early this morning, I dreamt that I wanted to get out of a place, but the two doors for exit were blocked by dogs; hours later,  I have the same experience at the Simple Pleasures Cafe. Not the exact same image, but enough visual information, to connect that moment with the dream.  In the dream world, there is no time/space rule,  is hard to say which one is a reflection of the other one. One thing is clear, in the 'real world' I did get a bit annoyed that the exits were being blocked and that the ladies were not in a rush to move their animals out of the way; it bothered me. In the dream, the dogs that are on the leash, are super large and threatening but they are on a leash; a reflection of my over reaction; the puppy in the middle is cute and playful; Which makes me think that the two large dogs, are in real life the two ladies, the dog owners; I got annoyed at them, I thought they were rude, for prioritizing their dogs; but when I looked down and saw their cute puppies, I smiled, I would never get angry at a cute puppy. Difficult to say, which one is the reflection of the other one, at this point, all I can do is write about it, make note of it. Like if I just woke up, and found myself in super, super dark cave. And I am just starting to explore, so I have to leave some sort of thread, to mark, measure the territory...

The Automated Attendant

Automated Attendant: 

 An automated attendant is a system that allows a client calling an agency to be transferred to the appropriate resources without the intervention of a live individual. Generally, these attendants will broadcast a message to the caller that lists a menu of options that can be selected using a phone’s keypad. For example, the caller may press “1” to be connected to the sales department of the insurance agency or press ”2” to make changes to their existing policy. Such a system improves the customer experience since it facilitates the likelihood that the client will be connected with who they need to speak to without dealing with multiple transfers. Another benefit of an automated attendant is that it can be used to consistently communicate important messages to customers. 

AI Chatbots: 

Chatbots are programs that have natural conversations with humans using text, generally to provide information or resolve common issues. According to the NAIC, over 80% of large U.S. insurers have some AI solutions in place.

This technology is an effective way of offering services to clients at all times of day. There are several ways that chatbots can be implemented. Some companies may use them similarly to automated attendants and have them direct clients to where they can have their questions answered or filter them to a live individual once the client’s issue has been identified. 

Other companies have employed chatbots to automate certain portions of the client experience entirely. For example, insurtech company Lemonade allows individuals to file a claim entirely through an automated chatbot via their mobile device. Recently, with the proliferation of AI models like ChatGPT, the capabilities of chatbots have become more advanced, with chatbots being able to have open-ended conversations with clients, offering a new level of personalization to the automated service experience. 

One example of this is the Risk & Insurance Education Alliance’s AI knowledge bot, Allibot. This chatbot employs ChatGPT and Elasticsearch to answer technical insurance questions using information pulled from the Alliance’s large catalogue of educational material. Technology like this could be used externally to answer client questions or internally to assist agency workflows. For example, some agencies are beginning to utilize AI or bots to perform certain basic tasks within an agency workflow, such as confirming correct spelling of a client’s name and address, confirming coverage limits, and following up with carriers on open claims. 

Los Perros de mis sueño

I've just seen the dogs in my dream. I am at the coffee shop, and there is a huge line, and I am looking around trying to find a table for me. At the door, there is a lady with two cutsie fuzzy small dogs. They are barking, I can't get out the door, because the dogs and the lady are blocking it. I tried the door right next to it. Another lady with another dog. None of them seem concern that a person is trying to go through the door. Very similar to the dream. 

I was wondering why I like coming to coffee shops so much. I discover interesting people sometimes. Today, I guy is sitting making some amazing drawings. Another guy is writing poetry. The feeling that people comes to this coffee shops to do something, to create, to read...I like that energy. I always get intrigued about some of them. Like the dude at the other coffee shop. I am 100% sure he is a musician. I've never been wrong about this. Is not just his long messy hair, is the way he looks into the void when listening to his headphones,  as some one who is really enjoying what he is listening. Keep seeing him around, and even recognize his car now. Even the car he rides tells me a lot. Dirty, old bmw old model is not some one that is concern with the car he drives. Rare to find these days. 

Another reason why I like coffee shops, is the people I observe, the families with their children, the women that meet to talk about life and everyday stuff with their girlfriends. The little children always looking so excited and happy to be in a coffee shop.  

I like it because is a way to be together, without being on top of each other.  I also like that I have no control over the music, and is let to random, and sometimes there is a song or a particular piece of music that triggers something in me, like a memory, or a feeling. Or butterflies, like right now, I feel butterflies inside me. 

Esperando que termine el dia...

Finalmente me llegó el título para esta pintura: “Esperando que termine el día.” Me gusta el titulo en español, pero no se si en ingles suena igual de poetico: "Waiting for the day to end" "waiting for the night to come" .... tengo que pensar como traducirlo en ingles. 

"Esperando que termine el dia" Es precisamente lo que esta señora se sienta a hacer en esta esquina. Se sienta a esperar… a esperar que el día termine, para poder regresar al lugar que le prestan para dormir.

Esta foto la tomé ayer, y he notado que su rostro se ve más estresado, un poco más quemado por el sol. También me di cuenta de que tiene una escoba nueva y que ahora sus productos personales están detrás de ella: su jabón, sus cremas. Me da la impresión de que todos los días le piden que se levante y recoja sus cosas. Seguramente está desalojada, no tiene un hogar donde vivir, y quizá alguien le presta el piso de un negocio para pasar la noche. Pero al día siguiente tiene que recogerlo todo y salir de nuevo.

Sueños

​I am giving a power point presentation, something isn’t working but can’t remember what it was. 

I am somewhat stressed out about it. 

I am about to exit the place when I go trough one exit, I see a very large angry and aggressive dog, about to fight a small puddle doggie. I noticed the dog is on a leash, very short leash, but still can reach the dog or me. 

The small puppy isn’t scared is just playing. I decided to go through another exit, here is another dog, different type but equally large and aggressive. 

I see a lady on the other side, I asked her if she could pull the dog so I can exit. She tells me yes, but is not in a hurry to help me. 

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In another dream: 

I am in a laboratory. There is a skinny guy, sitting on a chair, but his head is wrapped in a pink cloth. The head looks enormous. I am told he is being “reprogrammed” I don’t know if he is a human being or an android. 

At this point I am talking to a guy who is like a scientist and he is sort of explaining how the reprogramming is being done, something about changing the chemistry in the brain. 

I can’t see the face of the guy who is talking to me. He is too tall for me to see it. Is like his head disappears in some sort of fog. 

I get a phone call from Juan. I want to immediately share everything that I am experiencing, but there is static I can’t hear anything. Whatever is going on the lab is affecting the frequency. 

I am about to leave, when I feel some sort of sadness for the guy with the head wrapped. I picked up his hand, and grabbed his finger. I think he feels it. I think he is human. I feel he is there because of no choice.

When I woke up I saw the image of a room filled with headless people, waiting to be reprogrammed.