Memories (and you may all go and decide I'm a nerd now- I'm still a proud one.)

In these past days, two unrelated yet very related memories came back to me.

First one I remembered the other day (I actually think it was yesterday, but my perception of time is so very messed up lately, I can never know). I was FB texting the Firetruck (that annoying being- I can only picture his stupid perpetual smile, but everytime I talk to him he is crossed, or sarcastic, or sad, or an emo, or not happy in any other way. And he is too amazing for that shit)and at one point he said the following:

"[P]oor you, spending your time in an studyship you chose in order to find a job you love."

And it reminded me. it remimded me of my 20 year old "self" (who was barely a self at all), that miserable thing, being put to study English without even being asked about it. Of course I didn't say a thing, because, well, I do love what I am doing, but I remembered, I felt. I felt the urge to escape that life people were shaping for me without my consent, I remembered hating it and everybody so much.

That's my first memory.

My second memory arised after the community reunion this morning, or maybe two weeks ago. There exists this omnipresent talkative neighbour (she tends to be there when my mother's reserve is saving me some embarrasment, and likes to compensate), and my birthday is about to come, so of course she started relating her -very reshaped- memories of my childhood. And it brought my own back.
She was narrating how much I loved being cared for by her daughter and how happy I was at those times, and it made me picture myself being happy while I did that that made me happy.
I... developed writing systems, inventing their symbold, deciding what sounds were and were not represented (for they were writing systems for imagined languagues), and which ones were to be written in dygraphs.
I also read enciclopaedia entries and investigated the evolution of letters and their different shapes in the écritures of old times. I looked at them and enjoyed the fascination they made me feel.
I asked my mom to write things for me using greek letters so that I could decipher it.
I read Asterix comics in French to try and grasp some of the meaning.
I searched the internet for a glossary of Old Irish words (who wan't modenr languages when there is obsolete ones abound?) and memorised them.
I read an old Latin diccionary and copied down words that I found interesting.


I lived for them, for all the words in all the languages, for all the ways in which both changed, chifted, evolved, all this time.

I quote Christabel LaMotte now.

"Words have been all my life, all my life."

Premio Blog Original

Hace ya un porrón de tiempo de que Saiko me otrorgó el Premio Blog Original (estoy orgullosísima y podéis ver el icono correspondiente a la derecha). Ya se lo agradecí, pero dejé pendientes mis responsabilidades al respecto.

Como receptora del premio tengo que nombrar a quién me lo concedió (ya lo he hecho), compartir una frase que me defina especialmente y conceder el premio a 10 blogs.

Mi frase es "L'enfer, c'est les autres" de Jean Paul Sartre, que se traduce como "el infierno son los demás" (aunque en su contexto se refiere a un "los demás" específico, en el mío es la gente en general XD).

Y ahora vienen mis premios. No van a ser 10 blogs los premiados, porque quiero atenerme a un criterio de originalidad real, y por alguna otra razón también (complicada de explicar).

1.: Aunque ya lo tiene, se lo devuelvo: Aspie-Chan , de Saiko.
2.: Un libro... es otra historia , de M. Me parece una iniciativa genial.
3.: Desde mi libertad
4.: Diario de una (casi) maestra descubriendo el mundo, también de M. : siempre que paso, aprendo algo.
5.: El sonido de la hierba al crecer , de Anabel
6.: Hasta la luna ida y vuel...TA (5. y 6. porque con madres así, da gusto)
7.: ·Make Up Your Mind· , de Cinnamon Cloud. Un blog de maquillaje que a veces sorprende, y siempre entretiene. No me pasa con muchos.

Y con eso están todos.
Los premiados tienen que:
 Nombrar a quein les dio el premio
 Compartir una frase que les defina
 Premiar  10 blogs
 Comentar en el último post de los blogs a los que han premiado.

Y listo, Calisto.

Trying to get serious about blogging: 30 day book challenge

I picked this challenge from Nominatissima and she did from amandatheatheist.
I want to get serious about blogging but I can not, because I get lazy and it takes a lot of work to write a good post and all that stuff so I thought a series on a given subject like this one will help me. Also because I'm enjoying a lot Nominatissima's posts on it, I thought it would be fun doing it myself.
And I also want to get into criticism, and don't expect anything serious on that line at least on the first posts of the challenge butjust  maybe by the last ones?
Whatever.

So this is the thing:
Day 1: Favorite book
Day 2: Least favorite book
Day 3: Book that makes you laugh out loud
Day 4: Book that makes you cry
Day 5: Book you wish you could live in
Day 6: Favorite young adult book
Day 7: Book that you can quote/recite
Day 8: Book that scares you
Day 9: Book that makes you
Day 10: Book that changed your
Day 11: Book from your favorite
Day 12: Book that is most like your life
Day 13: Book whose main character is most like you
Day 14: Book whose main character you want to marry
Day 15: First “chapter book” you can remember reading as a child
Day 16: Longest book you’ve read
Day 17: Shortest book you’ve read
Day 18: Book you’re most embarrassed to say you like
Day 19: Book that turned you on
Day 20: Book you’ve read the most number of times
Day 21: Favorite picture book from childhood
Day 22: Book you plan to read next
Day 23: Book you tell people you’ve read, but haven’t (or haven’t actually finished)
Day 24: Book that contains your favorite scene
Day 25: Favorite book you read in school
Day 26: Favorite nonfiction book
Day 27: Favorite fiction book
Day 28: Last book you read
Day 29: Book you’re currently reading
Day 30: Favorite coffee table book

I'll have the first post by tomorrow, and I'll try to have one each weekday (it's not that I don't work on weekends but that I do XD).
I'm also thinking of writing the posts of this series both in English and in Spanish, because my Spanish followers never read my blog? and I'm hoping it is a languague issue. And because I'm losing the ability to think in Spanish myself- creepy.

So!: see you tomorrow :)

Shoujo-ed

This post will be inmenselly stupid but I relly need to blurt it out...

I've been reading tons and tons of shoujo manga lately, concretelly school-life ones: "Usotsuki Lily", "Love Berrish", <<Say "I love you">>, "Strobe Edge", "Five" (this one is fun :)), "Stardus Wink", "Rockin' Heaven", "Love and Noise" and "Hiyokoi".

It's an emergency situation!
At this rate, I will dump Dir en Grey for Ayumi Hamasaki any day now-

The thing is that I can not find any decent manga lately. So just in case anyone has a recomendation: Please!! I can not have any other troubled heroine in love!!
I need to find something engaging and interesting in the lines of Dead Note, Deadman Wonderland, Para-Paru or even Fairy Tail-
There are a bunch of interesting looking stories out there but the drawings are horrible in all of them, and that's what's good in those shoujo mangas: the drawings need to be as cute as the characters, so they're good.

calor

Podría hablar de el Primer Ministro japonés prescindiendo de su sueldo o de mi buzón siendo bombardeado por una propaganda política destinada a conseguir mi voto en unas elecciones municipales con una pinta penosa, pero me voy a decantar por publicar mi lista de razones por las que no me gustan los días calurosos.

La redacté ayer después de cuarenta minutos de caminata al sol para conseguir un paquete de tabaco.

1.- Se me quita el hambre, y no comer me aburre.

2.- Se me pone dolor de cabeza.

3.- No me gusta tomar café cuando hace calor, pero me gusta tomar café.

4.- La ausencia de cafeína en mi vida me impide alcanzar niveles de atención entre muchas comillas decentes.

5.- Tampoco me gusta fumar cuando hace mucho calor pero también me gusta fumar.

6.- La ausencia de nicotina en mi vida me impide alcanzar niveles de atención entre muchas comillas decentes.

7.- Considero que la crema solar es el invento más engorroso de la historia de la humanidad pero soy demasiado paliducha para prescindir de ella.

8.- No me gusta la sensación de el sol sobre mi piel así que no me gusta que la temperatura sea excesivamente alta para llevar manga larga.

9.- Los parques se convierten en las zonas más concurridas de la cuidad y a mi me gustan los parques pero no me gustan las zonas concurridas.

10.- Sudar es, obviamente, horrible.

11.- Aumenta exponencialmente la cantidad de insectos alados susceptibles de entrar por ventanas hasta el punto de no poder abrir la ventana para refrescar mi habitación.

12.- A todo el mundo le gusta el buen tiempo y eso enfatiza la zanja entre todo el mundo y yo. Supongo que ahora que la parte problemática de esa zanja está catalogada como espectro autista y la parte no problemática son sólo mis características personales (entre ellas la antipatía por las altas temperaturas) este punto carece de sentido real, pero sigue sintiéndose así (lo siento por esta frase, pienso en inglés-).

13.- Oh, venga, necesito un punto nº 13... se me ensucian más las uñas. Vaya usted a saber porqué.

P.D.: you can fool some people sometimes, but you can’t fool all the people all the times.

P.P.D.: “Con respecto al relativamente reducido número de metáforas básicas existentes a nivel conceptual, hay tres posturas que los poetas han elegido adoptar en relación a ellas. La primera es simplemente versificarlas de forma automática [...] La segunda es emplearlas magistralmente, combinándolas, extendiéndolas y cristalizándolas en igágenes impactantes [...] La tercera postura es tratar de alejarse del modo habitual en que pensamos metafóricamente y o bien ofrecer nuevas formas de pensamiento metafórico o hacer un uso menos automático de nuestras metáforas básicas convencionales empleándolas de formas inusuales o desestabilizadoras y por tanto poner de manifiesto su incapacidad para comprender la realidad” Lakoff y Turner (1989:51-52)