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.

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.

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

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!!

marie y yo en peru... mae que merr, todavia esta aca y ya me hace falta...

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.

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