anita & mari

miss you my amiguitas...

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.

procrastinating

i could be working on my final paper but hmmm... guess not.

http://www.nataliedee.com/091505/saddest-drawing-ever.jpg

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.

sorry to inform...

vos sos mi preferido

personal joke

http://www.catandgirl.com/

gracias a xai por mostrarme cat&girl... ich bin ein berliner!!!! jajajajajaja (eddie izzard rules!!!)

this is where i'll be..

miss you lela.. ya te quiero ver y estar alla con vos..

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.

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

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..

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...

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

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.

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?

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.

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.

unable to be original, quoting Bowie

amorciño:

If you say run, I'll run with you
If you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two...

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 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.

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.

hint: female characters in the plays, their development and relations with the male characters.

thanks and good night.