have you googled yourself? write your name in google and see what comes up? well, given that i have a rather unusual combination of spanish first name and italian last name, the chance to find me in the internet is quite easy. right now there are just 3 matches. one for an IRC email i wrote, one from a spanish club meeting when i was at WAC, and the first match is my name mentioned in a forum... a forum started by some of my classmates from highschool. it is not about me.. it is an immature rendering of highschool memories of some of the girls from our class.
ok guys, i know that it's normal to comment on people... it's just that you sound like dorks, your eccentric and over the top language sounds completely incongruent and silly next to what you are saying, which is borderline obscene... and you are really stupid to mention people with their full names because it is easy to track. and it's just a gruesome way to find out how you really thought of some of us.
hope that you don't find stuff like what i found about yourselves--or about your girlfriends--on the internet.
and guys, grow up, ok?
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
hormonal but true
Honestly -- Zwan
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe the love you talk about with me
Is it true, do I care
Honestly, you can try to wipe the memories aside
But it's you that you erase
'cause there's no place that I could be without you
It's too far to discard the life I once knew
Honestly, all the weather and storms I bring
Are just a picture of my needs
'cause when I think of you as mine
And allow myself with time
To lead into the life we want
I feel loved, honestly
I feel loved, this honestly
I believe you mean the best that life can bring
I believe in it all
Honestly, you can try
Your heart is just as long as mine
Is it ours to let go
'cause there's not place that I could be without you
It's too dark to discard the life I once knew
Honestly, a single wrong is not enough
To cover up the pain in us'cause when I think of you as mine
And allow myself with time
To lead into the life we want
I feel loved, honestly
I'll make a joke so you must laugh
I'll break your heart so you must ask
Is this the way to get us back
I don't know, honestly
I don't know, this honestly
There's no place that I could be without you
Honestly
There's no place that I could be without you
There's no place that I could gleam without you
There's no place that I could dream without you
There's no place that I could be without you
Honestly
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe the love you talk about with me
Is it true, do I care
Honestly, you can try to wipe the memories aside
But it's you that you erase
'cause there's no place that I could be without you
It's too far to discard the life I once knew
Honestly, all the weather and storms I bring
Are just a picture of my needs
'cause when I think of you as mine
And allow myself with time
To lead into the life we want
I feel loved, honestly
I feel loved, this honestly
I believe you mean the best that life can bring
I believe in it all
Honestly, you can try
Your heart is just as long as mine
Is it ours to let go
'cause there's not place that I could be without you
It's too dark to discard the life I once knew
Honestly, a single wrong is not enough
To cover up the pain in us'cause when I think of you as mine
And allow myself with time
To lead into the life we want
I feel loved, honestly
I'll make a joke so you must laugh
I'll break your heart so you must ask
Is this the way to get us back
I don't know, honestly
I don't know, this honestly
There's no place that I could be without you
Honestly
There's no place that I could be without you
There's no place that I could gleam without you
There's no place that I could dream without you
There's no place that I could be without you
Honestly
Monday, December 26, 2005
drinks and tamales
the day after christmas. ok, nothing too special actually. i had a good time. on the 21st was the company's party, which was a blast, i dressed for the occasion (pix coming later), was feed good food, drank many sources of alcohol, had fun with Marco. then on christmas eve i worked early, went home, then went to oscar's mom's place. felt good, felt cozy, felt happy. on the 25th had to work from 10 to 7. i think i fell asleep at my station, but i had a tamal for lunch, first one this year. after work i went to a "chivo" (actually, it was a concert at someone's house) and had a zarpe (last drink) at a crowded heredian bar. today i tried to install a game in my computer, but apparently i suck with computers so it's not working. hope y'all had something good to look back from 2005, and something great to look forward in 2006. i know i have.
ok, so as i promised, these are some pictures from the party:
that's me sitting at our table
that's say, beca and me
ok, so as i promised, these are some pictures from the party:
that's me sitting at our table
that's say, beca and me
and that's marco and me
Monday, December 19, 2005
non-stop
i know it has been a while.... been busy, eventhough i'm on vacation.... oh well... beach, oscar's bday, work, last evaluations, chrismast gift shopping, trying to find a dress for the office party, oh well... i'm tired...
i'm so tired i could stay in bed all day...
and i'll have to work on the 24th, the 25th, the 31st of december, and on the 1st of january...
i'm spending oh so much money...
and believe it or not, i joined a gym.... i know this should traditionally happen in january, as a new year's resolutions but well, i decided to start earlier.
sorry this post is so lame, my brain is blah.
i'm so tired i could stay in bed all day...
and i'll have to work on the 24th, the 25th, the 31st of december, and on the 1st of january...
i'm spending oh so much money...
and believe it or not, i joined a gym.... i know this should traditionally happen in january, as a new year's resolutions but well, i decided to start earlier.
sorry this post is so lame, my brain is blah.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
D-O-N-E
tomorrow... last class of the semester.... no mas... i'm done misters...
need time to read (some of the books i didn't read in class, i must admit)... need time to see friends... need time to do stuff... need time to create like i used to...
feel blue sometimes... it must be hormonal... i guess i need more chocolate then..
*sigh*
i should stop bitching, i know..
need time to read (some of the books i didn't read in class, i must admit)... need time to see friends... need time to do stuff... need time to create like i used to...
feel blue sometimes... it must be hormonal... i guess i need more chocolate then..
*sigh*
i should stop bitching, i know..
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
the good things and the bad things about life
the good:
-Reese's peanut butter cups
-jeans without stretch material
-being able to sew a simple hem
-a loving, better than anything boyfriend
the bad:
-people who don't pay their debts
-Laguna Beach
-trying to say something and not be listened to
-family quarrels
-Reese's peanut butter cups
-jeans without stretch material
-being able to sew a simple hem
-a loving, better than anything boyfriend
the bad:
-people who don't pay their debts
-Laguna Beach
-trying to say something and not be listened to
-family quarrels
Saturday, November 19, 2005
el mejor regalo que te puedo dar
Por Ti -- Belanova
Yo se muy bien
que aveces no suelo decir
lo que mi corazon siente por ti
y se que aveces yo no estoy aqui
por ti pero te quiero confesar, a ti
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por ti
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por tu amor
Y se tambien que yo te puedo lastimar
perdoname, se que me suelo equivocar
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por ti
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por tu amor
uh uhh......
Si algo te puedo asegurar
uh uhh......
Es que mi vida la soñe contigo
eres todo lo que necesito
y aqui me quiero quedar
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por tu amor
ah ah......
por tu amor
ah ahhh.....
Sera por ti, sera por ti,
sera por ti, sera por ti....
Yo se muy bien
que aveces no suelo decir
lo que mi corazon siente por ti
y se que aveces yo no estoy aqui
por ti pero te quiero confesar, a ti
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por ti
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por tu amor
Y se tambien que yo te puedo lastimar
perdoname, se que me suelo equivocar
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por ti
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por tu amor
uh uhh......
Si algo te puedo asegurar
uh uhh......
Es que mi vida la soñe contigo
eres todo lo que necesito
y aqui me quiero quedar
Si mi vida ha de continuar
si otro dia llegara
si he de volver a comenzar
sera por tu amor
ah ah......
por tu amor
ah ahhh.....
Sera por ti, sera por ti,
sera por ti, sera por ti....
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Reader-Response
"For the book is no longer a material reality. It has become a series or words, of images, of ideas which in their turn begin to exist. And where is this new existence? Surely not in the paper object. Nor, surely, in external space. There is only one place left for this new existence: my innermost self"
Georges Poulet, Criticism and the Experience of Interiority (1972).
"A literary text must therefore be conceived in such a way that it will engage the reader's imagination in the task of working things out for himself, for reading is only a pleasure when it is active and creative"
Wolfgang Iser, The Reading Process: A Phenomenological Approach (1974).
Taken from:
Tompkins, Jane P., ed. Reader-Response Criticism: From Formalism to Post-Structuralism. Baltimore: John Hopkins University Press, 1994.
Georges Poulet, Criticism and the Experience of Interiority (1972).
"A literary text must therefore be conceived in such a way that it will engage the reader's imagination in the task of working things out for himself, for reading is only a pleasure when it is active and creative"
Wolfgang Iser, The Reading Process: A Phenomenological Approach (1974).
Taken from:
Tompkins, Jane P., ed. Reader-Response Criticism: From Formalism to Post-Structuralism. Baltimore: John Hopkins University Press, 1994.
Monday, November 14, 2005
procrastinating
i could be working on my final paper but hmmm... guess not.
http://www.nataliedee.com/091505/saddest-drawing-ever.jpg
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
el arte de las definiciones
La gente habla, y muchas veces (a ver gente, todos sabemos que es cierto) habla sin saber.. y todo el mundo ahora esta armando un alboroto por algo que uno no puede controlar, y de nuevo es, la gente. Que se hizo un concurso para ver quien tiene el mejor blog del pais, tuanis, me parece una buena idea... el jurado es gente conocedora y entendida del asunto. Entonces, ¿por que quejarse del resultado del concurso? Los blogs finalistas tenian muy bien merecido la disticion, y se mostraban como buenos ejemplos de lo que es o deberia ser un blog. La votacion se la dejaron al pueblo. Y ni que uno fuera omnipotente como para poder llevar a cabo un plan "malefico" de controlar los votos. De que hay formas hay formas (y tendre que citar a la Biblia porque no queda de otra pero "El que este libre de culpa, que tire la primera piedra") pero no se puede señalar a un culpable exacto... al final, lo que hace cada uno en su casa, en su tiempo libre o hasta en el trabajo, es cosa de cada uno, y yo no puedo forzar al que esta a a la par mia a hacer o no hacer algo.
Entonces volvemos al titulo de esta entrada... las definiciones... y esto no se si es por el entrenamiento lingüistico que he tenido por 25 años pero si uno se toma el tiempo y hace su investigacion se puede encontrar con el verdadero sentido de las cosas, y no lo que uno cree que es. Ok. Entonces podemos decir que un blog es un web log; web significa red y log significa bitacora. Entonces blog = bitacora de red ( y entendemos red por la red digital). Pero no se puede caer en el error de pensar que una bitacora es un simple diario. Alla quedaron nuestros diarios de infancia con un candado para las chicas... para los maes no se como fueron o si tuvieron uno. Y si estas bitacoras se publican en la internet es para que todo el mundo las vea. Cada persona que decida tener un blog es porque quiere compartir algo con alguien mas, ya sea su vida, sus sueños, poesia, comentarios, opiniones, dibujos, fotos, etc. Personal siempre sera, a menos que sea ese spam terrible de pornografia o de ventas que a uno no le interesa...
Y ya para terminar, me parece que la seleccion del jurado de bloggos.org hizo bien y escogio dignos ejemplos de blogs ticos. Enhorabuena al ganador y muchas felicidades a los que no ganaron porque el hecho de ser finalistas dice mucho. Y no me parece que haya gente que se quiera pasar por encima a la decision del jurado en cuanto a la escogencia de los mejores blogs ticos porque si a ud. no le parece, entonces no vote, o hagale saber su opinion a los organizadores (todo comentario es bien recibido, me imagino), pero no caigamos en la hipocresia.
Entonces volvemos al titulo de esta entrada... las definiciones... y esto no se si es por el entrenamiento lingüistico que he tenido por 25 años pero si uno se toma el tiempo y hace su investigacion se puede encontrar con el verdadero sentido de las cosas, y no lo que uno cree que es. Ok. Entonces podemos decir que un blog es un web log; web significa red y log significa bitacora. Entonces blog = bitacora de red ( y entendemos red por la red digital). Pero no se puede caer en el error de pensar que una bitacora es un simple diario. Alla quedaron nuestros diarios de infancia con un candado para las chicas... para los maes no se como fueron o si tuvieron uno. Y si estas bitacoras se publican en la internet es para que todo el mundo las vea. Cada persona que decida tener un blog es porque quiere compartir algo con alguien mas, ya sea su vida, sus sueños, poesia, comentarios, opiniones, dibujos, fotos, etc. Personal siempre sera, a menos que sea ese spam terrible de pornografia o de ventas que a uno no le interesa...
Y ya para terminar, me parece que la seleccion del jurado de bloggos.org hizo bien y escogio dignos ejemplos de blogs ticos. Enhorabuena al ganador y muchas felicidades a los que no ganaron porque el hecho de ser finalistas dice mucho. Y no me parece que haya gente que se quiera pasar por encima a la decision del jurado en cuanto a la escogencia de los mejores blogs ticos porque si a ud. no le parece, entonces no vote, o hagale saber su opinion a los organizadores (todo comentario es bien recibido, me imagino), pero no caigamos en la hipocresia.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
personal joke
http://www.catandgirl.com/gracias a xai por mostrarme cat&girl... ich bin ein berliner!!!! jajajajajaja (eddie izzard rules!!!)
Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
potty trained
it's no fun to spend a week--almost literally speaking--in the bathroom... but that has been my week... no fun at all mister... i was too tired to work, and when i could do some work, i had to do a lot... but i managed to give my last proofreading to the article i want to send to the Journal of Modern Languages (UCR) so i can speed up things and if they like it, it can come up in the third or fourth issue (that would be a year from now).
but good things happened... for example, oscar is among the five finalists in a blog contest (www.bloggos.org), so yeah, i'm happy for him.
and i've been very excited "planning" a future trip to europe next summer... but i need more logistics on that so i better not get ahead of myself.
i wrote a paper... a really crappy one but that was all i could in my current state of being... actually, i have to finish it today...
oh well, i guess i'm too drained to produce so smart remarks today so i better stop. i hope y'all have better luck than me.
but good things happened... for example, oscar is among the five finalists in a blog contest (www.bloggos.org), so yeah, i'm happy for him.
and i've been very excited "planning" a future trip to europe next summer... but i need more logistics on that so i better not get ahead of myself.
i wrote a paper... a really crappy one but that was all i could in my current state of being... actually, i have to finish it today...
oh well, i guess i'm too drained to produce so smart remarks today so i better stop. i hope y'all have better luck than me.
Monday, October 17, 2005
bilingüe / bilingual
cuando sueño / when i dream
lo hago en recuerdos / i do it in memories
no me dejaste dormir / you didn't let me sleep
aunque no estabas aqui / eventhough you were not here
sos un ñoño / you are a...
que mierda!!! / shit!!!
no puedo ser tan bilingüe como quisiera / i can't be as bilingual as i would like to
lo hago en recuerdos / i do it in memories
no me dejaste dormir / you didn't let me sleep
aunque no estabas aqui / eventhough you were not here
sos un ñoño / you are a...
que mierda!!! / shit!!!
no puedo ser tan bilingüe como quisiera / i can't be as bilingual as i would like to
Thursday, October 13, 2005
para vos ñoño
Stay by Shakespeare Sister
If this world is wearing thin
And you're thinking of escape
I'll go anywhere with you
Just wrap me up in chains
But if you try to go alone
Don't think I'll understand
stay with me..
If this world is wearing thin
And you're thinking of escape
I'll go anywhere with you
Just wrap me up in chains
But if you try to go alone
Don't think I'll understand
stay with me..
Friday, October 07, 2005
wishful thinking
i should post more often... i should show you the pictures of my friends, talk about the books i'm reading, comment on the things i want to do...
about the pictures, i kind of suck at technology so you'll have to be contented that my all friends are great.
to talk about the books i'm reading... i'll take forever sometimes... or just a few lines on other occasions...
on the things i want to do... well, hmmmm... i could do that right now... i guess that i would like to have more spare time... or as i've said before, a job which is not 9-5 so i can have my own schedule... i would like to knit, and go back to sewing... oh, i miss it so much... eventhough i was no artist at that, i miss the planning and the effort and being able to see a final product... something that i created...
...i would like to have a job that pays me well... not a sportsbook... i dunno... i always picture myself as my own boss... and that's what we want to do, i guess... oscar and me... the store... it's our dream...
i don't want a fancy lifestyle... i just want my life... i don't covet cars or big houses or expensive stuff... i just want to have what's my own... ok, yeah, i admit it... i would like to have some nice things (clothes and shoes, how predictable) but i know that's a luxury...
...maybe all i want is a little bit of independence...
shit, i'm so spoiled...
about the pictures, i kind of suck at technology so you'll have to be contented that my all friends are great.
to talk about the books i'm reading... i'll take forever sometimes... or just a few lines on other occasions...
on the things i want to do... well, hmmmm... i could do that right now... i guess that i would like to have more spare time... or as i've said before, a job which is not 9-5 so i can have my own schedule... i would like to knit, and go back to sewing... oh, i miss it so much... eventhough i was no artist at that, i miss the planning and the effort and being able to see a final product... something that i created...
...i would like to have a job that pays me well... not a sportsbook... i dunno... i always picture myself as my own boss... and that's what we want to do, i guess... oscar and me... the store... it's our dream...
i don't want a fancy lifestyle... i just want my life... i don't covet cars or big houses or expensive stuff... i just want to have what's my own... ok, yeah, i admit it... i would like to have some nice things (clothes and shoes, how predictable) but i know that's a luxury...
...maybe all i want is a little bit of independence...
shit, i'm so spoiled...
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
bits and pieces
in order to keep this blog to date.. here are some random thoughts:
please, please, please i want to publish in the Revista de Lenguas Modernas (modern languages journal for those who don't know spanish)... i was thinking on submitting the final paper for the italian renaissance class i took in WAC... i think i got an A- so, c'mon, pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis
a ver como suena: giangiulio&barquerosuarez personal shoppers... hehe
i don't think i ever explained myself, or why this blog is in English, but well, it's because all my friends can understand it... i know it may sound conceited, but i do have many friends from other countries...
today in 3 hours i wrote 4 pages (just 3 to go!!) of my paper for the british survey class... whether they are good or not, it's really not my problem anymore...
i've been trying to include more pictures--or comic strips en su defecto--in the blog but i totally suck at technology and software applications...
look for this band (or download it if you can): "Riot Radio" by The Dead 60's... amazing...
best wishes and chocolate dreams for y'all
please, please, please i want to publish in the Revista de Lenguas Modernas (modern languages journal for those who don't know spanish)... i was thinking on submitting the final paper for the italian renaissance class i took in WAC... i think i got an A- so, c'mon, pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis
a ver como suena: giangiulio&barquerosuarez personal shoppers... hehe
i don't think i ever explained myself, or why this blog is in English, but well, it's because all my friends can understand it... i know it may sound conceited, but i do have many friends from other countries...
today in 3 hours i wrote 4 pages (just 3 to go!!) of my paper for the british survey class... whether they are good or not, it's really not my problem anymore...
i've been trying to include more pictures--or comic strips en su defecto--in the blog but i totally suck at technology and software applications...
look for this band (or download it if you can): "Riot Radio" by The Dead 60's... amazing...
best wishes and chocolate dreams for y'all
Thursday, September 29, 2005
it's just dandy
hello and greetings from the land of the sleepy... oh yes, i do need more hours of precious and intoxicating sleep, or rather, less responsibilities... but none is possible so i'll stop complaining.
uhm... yeah, dandism... it's just that i've been reading "the picture of dorian gray" for the second time and well, just check the pictures in this site http://www.dandyism.net/ isn't it just peachy?
well...uhm... i'm really tired so this can answer dave's comment from the previous post... besides, when i'm angry i tend to be cryptic.
take care guys. i'll try to sleep now.
uhm... yeah, dandism... it's just that i've been reading "the picture of dorian gray" for the second time and well, just check the pictures in this site http://www.dandyism.net/ isn't it just peachy?
well...uhm... i'm really tired so this can answer dave's comment from the previous post... besides, when i'm angry i tend to be cryptic.
take care guys. i'll try to sleep now.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
hope and dissapointment
don't you hate it when you wait and wait... hopefully waiting for an answer... because of something you actually started... why do you have to be so proud and stubborn?
Friday, September 23, 2005
chapter two: i think i fell in love with you..
so yeah, i got a new job now... or rather, i have a third job now... sportsbook, TAing at the university, and now i'm a consultant for a bookstore... it sounds posh and it kind of is... if i really am in charge of deciding which books are going to be bought and send over here... of course, i want them all... specially the graphic novels and the craft books--i'm such a nerd.
apart from that... i've been thinking a lot about growing up, responsibilities and commitments... the first is unavoidable, the second i don't really want it, and the third i really want... it's kind of silly cuz responsibility and commitment go hand in hand... i guess it's that i'm not cut out for a 9-5 job.
about the title... i was just listening to a elvis costello song.
apart from that... i've been thinking a lot about growing up, responsibilities and commitments... the first is unavoidable, the second i don't really want it, and the third i really want... it's kind of silly cuz responsibility and commitment go hand in hand... i guess it's that i'm not cut out for a 9-5 job.
about the title... i was just listening to a elvis costello song.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
nu
I almost shopped till i dropped... cuz i need a new wardrobe for my new job--but more on that next time...
lots of reading, even in the car... this time Jane Austen's Persuassion... funny and simple...
and downloading Andrew W.K. because he looks dirty and cool.
lots of reading, even in the car... this time Jane Austen's Persuassion... funny and simple...
and downloading Andrew W.K. because he looks dirty and cool.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
unable to be original, quoting Bowie
amorciño:
If you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two...
Monday, August 29, 2005
what the fucketh..
long time no blogging... lots of reading, researching for papers... working long hours at the office... and some vicious downloading of music now that i have (insert angelic music) DSL internet connection.
i have a paper on Matthew Lewis's The Monk for next week, and another one on-probably if i indulge in some sort of auto-plagiarism from a previous paper-Chaucer's The Wife of Bath.
the thing is that if i don't worry about matters of the heart, of money or of friends and family... i worry about papers and spend my waking moments trying to come up with a topic.
it sucks. big time. but i guess it comes with the fact that i seem to be the eternal student...
so as my old friend will shakespeare once said, what the fucketh..
i have a paper on Matthew Lewis's The Monk for next week, and another one on-probably if i indulge in some sort of auto-plagiarism from a previous paper-Chaucer's The Wife of Bath.
the thing is that if i don't worry about matters of the heart, of money or of friends and family... i worry about papers and spend my waking moments trying to come up with a topic.
it sucks. big time. but i guess it comes with the fact that i seem to be the eternal student...
so as my old friend will shakespeare once said, what the fucketh..
Sunday, August 21, 2005
i wanna be adored
my friends are gifted, truly gifted. and i love them for that. graphic artists, poets, photographers, critics. wow. and i want to be one of them. to, i don't know, wow people with what i do and inspire, because that is the reaction i have when i see my friends' work.
but i guess that it's hard to define what one is good at without sounding conceited.
i should study but i'm tired. i've been in front of the computer all day. i'll vegetate for a while.
maybe that's what i'm good at.
but i guess that it's hard to define what one is good at without sounding conceited.
i should study but i'm tired. i've been in front of the computer all day. i'll vegetate for a while.
maybe that's what i'm good at.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
is shakespeare sexist or just plain sexy?
greetings from the rainy and dark tropics--though not as dark as Conrad's. It has been a while since i last wrote and a lot has happened since... where to start... my lelis... she left for Barcelona more than a week ago and i'm still in denial mode, or just plain awareness that this was coming and i had been preparing for a long time. one or the other...
another major happening is the realization, a personal realization due to the harshest and most unpleasant terms, that i should keep my mouth shut or be real cautious on who i share my secrets. well, not secrets because it wouldn't be much of a secret, but just know what i tell people and who i tell whatever i do tell.
a lot of tears were shed and disappointment was the main course. on both sides.
classes started. i'm taking a British Survey class and a Gothic Lit class. a-ma-zing.
and my first week as the assistant for the Lit department went well, uneventful and i was able to tame the old printer they use in the office (amid my previous real nightmares).
so, this is pretty much it. i will leave you with just one question: is shakespeare sexist or just plain sexy? specially for those of you who have read your fair share of ol' will s.
thanks and good night.
another major happening is the realization, a personal realization due to the harshest and most unpleasant terms, that i should keep my mouth shut or be real cautious on who i share my secrets. well, not secrets because it wouldn't be much of a secret, but just know what i tell people and who i tell whatever i do tell.
a lot of tears were shed and disappointment was the main course. on both sides.
classes started. i'm taking a British Survey class and a Gothic Lit class. a-ma-zing.
and my first week as the assistant for the Lit department went well, uneventful and i was able to tame the old printer they use in the office (amid my previous real nightmares).
so, this is pretty much it. i will leave you with just one question: is shakespeare sexist or just plain sexy? specially for those of you who have read your fair share of ol' will s.
hint: female characters in the plays, their development and relations with the male characters.
thanks and good night.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Ñoñez aguda
Regret - The Get up Kids
Maybe I've forgotten
the name and the address
of everyone I've ever known.
It's nothing I regret.
Save it for another day.
It's the school exam and
the kids have run away.
I would like a place I could call my own,
have a conversation on the telephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain of my wounded heart.
I was upset you see,
almost all the time.
You used to be a stranger,
NOW YOU ARE MINE.
I wouldn't even trust you.
I've not got much to give.
We're dealing in the limits and
we don't know who with.
You may think that I'm out of hand,
that I'm naive, I'll understand.
On this occasion, it's not true.
Look at me, I'm not you.
I was a short fuse
burning all the time.
You were a complete stranger,
now you are mine.
Just wait till tomorrow.
I guess that's what they all say
just before they fall apart.
Maybe I've forgotten
the name and the address
of everyone I've ever known.
It's nothing I regret.
Save it for another day.
It's the school exam and
the kids have run away.
I would like a place I could call my own,
have a conversation on the telephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain of my wounded heart.
I was upset you see,
almost all the time.
You used to be a stranger,
NOW YOU ARE MINE.
I wouldn't even trust you.
I've not got much to give.
We're dealing in the limits and
we don't know who with.
You may think that I'm out of hand,
that I'm naive, I'll understand.
On this occasion, it's not true.
Look at me, I'm not you.
I was a short fuse
burning all the time.
You were a complete stranger,
now you are mine.
Just wait till tomorrow.
I guess that's what they all say
just before they fall apart.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
what's up with interpretation?
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
William Wordsworth
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
William Wordsworth
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
cream cheese
Funny how the mind makes connections… I heard “cream cheese,” so I thought about bagels, so I remember how many bagels I used to eat in WAC whenever I didn’t like the food they had at the cafeteria. I used to spread cream cheese on a regular bagel and then pour sugar on top of the cream cheese. I picked that up from my trip to New York, the idea of having sweet cream cheese. yummie!!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
cough
so i'm kind of sick, coughing (not too much) and a couple of days ago--after 3 translation exams on a row--my whole body was aching. now, it's just my left shoulder that's giving me hell. and i still have one more class to finish, a literature one, and i'll be free!! but i'm going back to work (tomorrow) after, what, a month and a half of "vacations" (that i asked for so i could finish the semester). why can't i win the lottery so i don't have to work anymore?? why? why? why?
oh well.
ok, so what's new.. last week i went for the first time to the soccer stadium to see our national team against Guatemala. and we won, but it was tough. and it rained a lot. a lot.
and i got the job as the assistant for the literature department in the universitiy. it's just 5 hours a week, they pay next to nothing but i get a scholarship and the other professors will get to know me so i'm happy with it.
then marie is leaving, we don't know exactly when...
i guess this is it for now.
oh well.
ok, so what's new.. last week i went for the first time to the soccer stadium to see our national team against Guatemala. and we won, but it was tough. and it rained a lot. a lot.
and i got the job as the assistant for the literature department in the universitiy. it's just 5 hours a week, they pay next to nothing but i get a scholarship and the other professors will get to know me so i'm happy with it.
then marie is leaving, we don't know exactly when...
i guess this is it for now.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
MIO
Slow hands--Interpol
Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you�ve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet place
Can�t you see what you�ve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now
Isubmit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms & grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can you see what you�ve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
Yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself
We spies
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies
Intimate slow hands killer
For hire you know not yourself
We spies
Intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around herself
Sunday, June 05, 2005
i know how hamlet felt
indecision, my mate... hamlet dear, i know how you must have felt... never feeling 100% happy about the job... i guess it's my prerogative to look out for more.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
on turning 25
On turning 25
I’ve been planning writing this for weeks… I mean, a quarter of a century should be a landmark but now as I come to think of it, this is more of a recollection of all that has happened since I came back from WAC last year…
It was funny, you know, because at first, when I came back it was interesting to say “oh yeah, I came back last week, or two weeks ago, or last month” but then it was three months, six months, ten… until on May 17th it was one year… and that’s a lot… ok, so the funny thing is how my stay in WAC still tells me much about how I am and all the things I do.
So I went back home and tried to adapt, which was easy because I wasn’t away for long, and seeing my friends and family was great, though I still felt like I left a big part of me in WAC, or maybe all around the world where all my friends live.
I had a two month vacation, luckily, before going back to school and to my old job. I kept the tradition of going out on Thursdays with my friends to a bar called “Area City.” It is small, dark, filled with smoke, with good music, and the beer is cheap.
So life went on as usual. School, work, school… Actually, at the beginning of this year I took a second masters (yeah, I know, I’m crazy). And I have a boyfriend, Oscar. I am happy, he makes me happy, and being in a relationship with him makes me happy. I feel that things are so real now. (amorciño te amo)
So, for a while, I had been thinking about becoming a serious adult, you know, to have a real job. And I actually got one: full time at the Deposits Department in an Online Poker company. Really good environment and an incredible salary. But it just didn’t work out for me. I guess I’m not ready to be serious. Or maybe what the hell. I’m ok with my old job for now, and being a full timer would have taken time away from my studying so I guess I made the right choice.
I don’t plan to be in the sportsbook industry forever though. But I’m not sure if I want to be an English teacher either—I’m too nice with students. So I’m thinking of something else.
Then, my best friend Mariella is going to Barcelona to study. For three years. Of course I’m happy for her, and now I have the best excuse to include Barcelona in my future trip to Europe (when, I don’t know). But it hurts so badly, and literally, my heart is leaving for Barcelona.
I have never planned in my life. I’ve always studied, and that is what I’m good at, but I’ve never planned, I mean, I’ve never planned to be an English teacher or a translator. Anything can happen. And if I keep my fingers crossed, I might get a teaching assistance position in the Literature department for next semester. And that would be great.
So, this is my life. This is what came up in my head when I turned 25 (besides the monstrous hangover I had the day after my birthday). I feel like I’m in a transition mode, that I’m starting something new. I’m not saying that it’s happening just because I’m 25 but that it is happening. And I’m glad and scared at the same time. But I’m surrounded by the best people—eventhough some are so far away—and I have so many memories and so many happenings in my life now that all these things are making all that fear and joy worth it.
I’ve been planning writing this for weeks… I mean, a quarter of a century should be a landmark but now as I come to think of it, this is more of a recollection of all that has happened since I came back from WAC last year…
It was funny, you know, because at first, when I came back it was interesting to say “oh yeah, I came back last week, or two weeks ago, or last month” but then it was three months, six months, ten… until on May 17th it was one year… and that’s a lot… ok, so the funny thing is how my stay in WAC still tells me much about how I am and all the things I do.
So I went back home and tried to adapt, which was easy because I wasn’t away for long, and seeing my friends and family was great, though I still felt like I left a big part of me in WAC, or maybe all around the world where all my friends live.
I had a two month vacation, luckily, before going back to school and to my old job. I kept the tradition of going out on Thursdays with my friends to a bar called “Area City.” It is small, dark, filled with smoke, with good music, and the beer is cheap.
So life went on as usual. School, work, school… Actually, at the beginning of this year I took a second masters (yeah, I know, I’m crazy). And I have a boyfriend, Oscar. I am happy, he makes me happy, and being in a relationship with him makes me happy. I feel that things are so real now. (amorciño te amo)
So, for a while, I had been thinking about becoming a serious adult, you know, to have a real job. And I actually got one: full time at the Deposits Department in an Online Poker company. Really good environment and an incredible salary. But it just didn’t work out for me. I guess I’m not ready to be serious. Or maybe what the hell. I’m ok with my old job for now, and being a full timer would have taken time away from my studying so I guess I made the right choice.
I don’t plan to be in the sportsbook industry forever though. But I’m not sure if I want to be an English teacher either—I’m too nice with students. So I’m thinking of something else.
Then, my best friend Mariella is going to Barcelona to study. For three years. Of course I’m happy for her, and now I have the best excuse to include Barcelona in my future trip to Europe (when, I don’t know). But it hurts so badly, and literally, my heart is leaving for Barcelona.
I have never planned in my life. I’ve always studied, and that is what I’m good at, but I’ve never planned, I mean, I’ve never planned to be an English teacher or a translator. Anything can happen. And if I keep my fingers crossed, I might get a teaching assistance position in the Literature department for next semester. And that would be great.
So, this is my life. This is what came up in my head when I turned 25 (besides the monstrous hangover I had the day after my birthday). I feel like I’m in a transition mode, that I’m starting something new. I’m not saying that it’s happening just because I’m 25 but that it is happening. And I’m glad and scared at the same time. But I’m surrounded by the best people—eventhough some are so far away—and I have so many memories and so many happenings in my life now that all these things are making all that fear and joy worth it.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
my heart is leaving for Barcelona
si pues si... la lela se va ya ya casi... y yo con mis inconsistencias de tiempo para verla, con la U a cuestas y dispersa mas que nunca.. con dos puntos suspensivos porque asi es mas definitivo..
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