Yesterday was a strange day. I assure you that I am not a person easily impressed. I usually do not give importance to what might be called "coincidence", because I think, find little explanation for all situations that may be players over a day, does not lead anywhere, "rather than the Cadell. That said, I reaffirm what was said, yesterday was a strange day.
Today, I am immersed in the cumbersome task of giving a coherent meaning to the research work I hope to finish before retirement, God willing. So far, and whenever I found myself in a similar academic trouble, when the morning with a heavy stomach, which was not the result of indigestion-signifiCab that would refine my limited intellect and senses, as the bright idea, brilliant idea, that idea would provide validity and originality of my work, was already close, very close, hovering like a rogue round Compostela. Leaving
guided by these previous experiences, I spent all day thinking about what I read on the subject, going hard every single note that indiscriminately, I have been translating here and there, watching and minute and again the collected spot on my body, "zapping" from one string to another looking for an announcement that could have inadvertently overlooked in short like Diogenes with flashlight, to paraphrase my mentor, "by the thing that if the inspiration has come today at least Iespecially with what is found, you write, think that when you write about something is more beautiful than the fact that what happened, what is your reason for writing, that motivates you take the pen, pen, pencil, paper , or as in my case the computer, keyboard, what inspires you, what type, fantasizes in his fantasies, realistic and judge the world, or just talk about the events that happen as a diary, why you does, if so, what if he has lived to write it is more beautiful, or did so, she feels more alive or you? Writer, why write, why they feel, why take the pen, what motivates you to write, what you feel when you do .. as seen himself writing ... ever stopped to think why you write? Write para enrage, to know you better, simply relate facts, or to kill time, or for any purpose not mentioned here, why a writer writes?
Writer? you're not a writer? if you sit down to write not you a writer? It takes more to be a writer to write, the end of the day what makes a writer more than write and create, you consider yourself a writer, what is considered, you what it is, what are you when you write, what you feel, what their reason .. know to answer those questions? really think I could do, or think to inquire, or really does not know what their reason for it, who thinks he writes better, the best expressed, but feels that when it does, or who more spread, what their opinion writer. which group you think you are, you know, do not know, doubt it, sure ... writer, write, write, whenever you see fit. Disturbing
right? At least so it seemed to me. I have no idea if this mail was addressed to me, whether it is one of those millions of emails flying around the network and displayed on our mail, tired of spinning like tops from one place to another, whether it was a joke of one of my "friends computer funny", knowing my weaknesses ....
The truth is that justified that weight in the stomach, which I have spoken, giving the value of "premonition", but not the bright idea to take me out of intellectual drought, as I thought at first.
in how
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
White Wife And Mandingo Wow!
cases. Of course, everyone wants to recover in a month's idleness a year and here I come, the super-teacher who has to get the miracle. When the "solution" does not work "in the most cases, I was branded as a bad teacher, which I care little, because while they have to suffer a summer with" cates "I'm going with my colleagues from reeds and beach , as shown in the rest day, after nearly two months of eating poorly, sleeping little and kill trace the network for educational applications and exercises the most varied type and academic level. After this time I have yet to go to language school and return home to try to advance further in this research that I have become completely disoriented, so thatI may end engaging in the messenger in search of comfort in some comforting conversation, courtesy of the few, but very good friends I have and do not have to lie because they know who they are.
It is at this point I note that life is always lurking, ready to take on any corner and surprise. Sometimes unpleasant surprises can be fed at other times the slap is, however, so accommodating that leaves you out of commission for a few brief moments and this is what I happened to me in these days of absence.
few months I've been giving language lessons - or at least trying-to a girl of 17, who attended the academy with shyness. Immediately caught my eye porque warned in his behavior that he was ashamed of his ignorance and I thought this an uncommon attitude in a teen-age usually because one believes that knowing all the secrets of the world, being nothing but an ignorant, at best cases. I got bit by bit, that this predisposition is not reason to feel uncomfortable, trying to make him see that you feel ignorant is the best way to achieve good learning.
not usually intimate with my students, for that of professional ethics, because the generation gap is often a barrier because most of the time does not exist in my students nothing more than a purely academic interest. Well, this weekend, and my commitment to follow exactly thes recommendation of a dear friend on the need to know the Bergman film, Lidi decided to ask to accompany me. Was delighted. I must admit it scared me a bit the idea of a girl so young to see this film as "special", I was afraid I did not understand the film, which was strange, heavy, boring, to think that I am a monster!
My surprise was that not only liked it, but next day I received an email from him in which he commented with a tremendous clarity some of the most remarkable of the film. Frankly, I left with my mouth open - I think until I swallowed a fly while reading your mail! Anyway I hope to have occasion to repeat the experience another time and even try things
It is at this point I note that life is always lurking, ready to take on any corner and surprise. Sometimes unpleasant surprises can be fed at other times the slap is, however, so accommodating that leaves you out of commission for a few brief moments and this is what I happened to me in these days of absence.
few months I've been giving language lessons - or at least trying-to a girl of 17, who attended the academy with shyness. Immediately caught my eye porque warned in his behavior that he was ashamed of his ignorance and I thought this an uncommon attitude in a teen-age usually because one believes that knowing all the secrets of the world, being nothing but an ignorant, at best cases. I got bit by bit, that this predisposition is not reason to feel uncomfortable, trying to make him see that you feel ignorant is the best way to achieve good learning.
not usually intimate with my students, for that of professional ethics, because the generation gap is often a barrier because most of the time does not exist in my students nothing more than a purely academic interest. Well, this weekend, and my commitment to follow exactly thes recommendation of a dear friend on the need to know the Bergman film, Lidi decided to ask to accompany me. Was delighted. I must admit it scared me a bit the idea of a girl so young to see this film as "special", I was afraid I did not understand the film, which was strange, heavy, boring, to think that I am a monster!
My surprise was that not only liked it, but next day I received an email from him in which he commented with a tremendous clarity some of the most remarkable of the film. Frankly, I left with my mouth open - I think until I swallowed a fly while reading your mail! Anyway I hope to have occasion to repeat the experience another time and even try things
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
Daddy, Darling Online DESCENT INTO HELL
tions Arganda, Loeches, Morata de Tajuña
so, as usual, came to Arganda and tired of "roundabouts" here and there, I end up lying on the gas station in an industrial estate on the phone for help.
tranquility far in front, children's welcome by les enfants house, two little terrors, Rodrigo y Pelayo, who love to get a horse and hit you with a stick, like a whip, kidney, as if one were on Sancho's ass! Family dinner and more exhausted, the drubbing with a stick, which by the fatigue of travel, to sleep, tomorrow is another day.
On Sunday morning we went, from somewhere on the A3 heading to the Royal Palace, my brother hills, because every year that country
so, as usual, came to Arganda and tired of "roundabouts" here and there, I end up lying on the gas station in an industrial estate on the phone for help.
tranquility far in front, children's welcome by les enfants house, two little terrors, Rodrigo y Pelayo, who love to get a horse and hit you with a stick, like a whip, kidney, as if one were on Sancho's ass! Family dinner and more exhausted, the drubbing with a stick, which by the fatigue of travel, to sleep, tomorrow is another day.
On Sunday morning we went, from somewhere on the A3 heading to the Royal Palace, my brother hills, because every year that country
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