I am back with a vengeance. I stopped writing here. A mix of getting bored, not having time and not liking the exposure even if nobody reads it. Now i can write from anywhere... We'll see. I wanted to write about motivation and enthusiasm. As a teacher it is probably the single most important thing to convey and have. I am taking knowledge for granted, we'll leave that one for another day. I started reading one of my favorite authors books today. It got me thinking. Is it that good or is it just me being over eager?. Does the same teacher appear as a petulant arrogant bastard and a revealing master depending on the welcome of the student?. How is this achieved?...
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, October 13, 2008
necrophilia and puritanism
I was watching CSI NY today and noticed (again) an interesting pattern in U.S. t.v. series for "adults". It is amazing. They may show you any kind of violence, contents of open human stomachs, autopsies, sex and philias, but not a naked body. Showing a naked body would be a sin. Showing a semi-descomposed body seems to be ok though, even if it is naked, because it has no discernable sexual organs. Not that I complain, I mean, it is CSI, dead bodies are part of the scenery, but I hate the strangely schewed puritanism. Why is a nipple worse than the inside of the ribcage?.
Bloody puritanism, in this case, very bloody.
Bloody puritanism, in this case, very bloody.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
me pregunto
Si había algo ahí. O al final, debajo de los adoquines, solo había alcantarillas.
Si detrás de los ojos abiertos de ilusión, sólo había ilusiones. Me pregunto
si las revoluciones sólo trajeron sangre y lágrimas.
Espero que no.
Si detrás de los ojos abiertos de ilusión, sólo había ilusiones. Me pregunto
si las revoluciones sólo trajeron sangre y lágrimas.
Espero que no.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
about friendship
I have always been of independent character. That doesn't mean I do not depend on others. Only that when I do, I try not to impose on them. Except probably my couple, but I do not want to go into that possible flaw of my character now.
What does this mean?. I think friendship is something given freely.
Like open arms or a hug.
I have (and have had) some friends who have told me I was not there for them. But they didn't say that something was happening. I was supposed to poll them at all times to ask them if they were ok. Except I had my own problems. And I would have been there for them at no time. But they have to call me.
I travel for long times and get isolated for one reason or another. If you want me to reach you, you have to ask. I do not give more than I ask for. I will not reproach a friend for not contacting me while I was in a bad shape.
When I need help, I shout.
Like open arms or a hug.
I have (and have had) some friends who have told me I was not there for them. But they didn't say that something was happening. I was supposed to poll them at all times to ask them if they were ok. Except I had my own problems. And I would have been there for them at no time. But they have to call me.
I travel for long times and get isolated for one reason or another. If you want me to reach you, you have to ask. I do not give more than I ask for. I will not reproach a friend for not contacting me while I was in a bad shape.
When I need help, I shout.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Y así.
Voy a escribir en un blog aunque me arrepienta :-). No sé muy bien de qué voy a escribir. Seguramente de un poco de todo. Algunas cosas personales y otras no.
Simplemente quiero probar este medio de comunicación y de paso hacer un mini ejercicio de narcisismo online... Ya veremos. De momento, algo de "poesía":
Dile a la noche que deje de gritar tu nombre
Como ecos en los ojos de otras chicas
Tu ausencia como tibiedad en mi lecho
Como un vacío que le priva de brillo a la mañana.
No dije que fuese a ser alegre, ni buena!!!.
Simplemente quiero probar este medio de comunicación y de paso hacer un mini ejercicio de narcisismo online... Ya veremos. De momento, algo de "poesía":
Dile a la noche que deje de gritar tu nombre
Como ecos en los ojos de otras chicas
Tu ausencia como tibiedad en mi lecho
Como un vacío que le priva de brillo a la mañana.
No dije que fuese a ser alegre, ni buena!!!.
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