Pure genius :P
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~ MY SELECTED THOUGHTS ~
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I think that I shall never see
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I was born on 12/12/1984, at 12:12am. 2012 is my year. I demand The World not to end in 2012. Do it in 2013.
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So many things going on. Things that happen. Unexpected things. Things one does not find a reason for. Things one would wish would not had happened. New things that happen because those unexpected and apparently terrible things laid the ground for them. Unreasonable things to my eye. Things I wished would have turned out another way. Things and people that motivate you to overcome those obstacles. Things one is willing to fight for. Things and people one would not change for anything in the world. Real things. Things that make you happy. And other things that can make you cry. Things. All kinds of things. Things. My life is made out of things. Things that shape my character. Things that have made of my personality what it is today. Things that interact with me. So many things. I want to understand those things. None of those things will push me back. None of those things will keep me from trying. New things. I want new things. I want to explore things. I want to learn new things. I do not like things that do not change. I want changing things. Evolving things. New things.
I will create a list of things that have touched my life. I'll try doing it as comprehensive as my memory and patience allow me to. Things in historical order. Things. Bad things and Good things. Though maybe as I go analyzing them, I might not find any bad things. Things that seemed inexplicable and made me question God as to why they were happening, I might be surprised to realize they needed to happen. Of course, if these things would not have happened, things would have turned out another way. But because things happened the way they did, new things turned out to be even better. And I am happy for those things. And I will be happy for even those bad things. I am sure of this and I will try to probe myself this to be the case. My things. Good things.
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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I'm kinda losing the idea of writing in my blog. So no more anything until further notice.
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Friday, June 26, 2009
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No time to write anything. Nights without sleep. Building a bad-ass hybrid race car. In New Hampshire participating of the Formula Hybrid competition. Graduating in 2 weeks. And looking for jobs.
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Tengo muchas ideas y sueños que realizar, y muchas cosas por hacer una vez que me gradue. Entre ellas: Tengo que leer a Neruda.
"... Todo lo que usted quiera, sí señor, pero son las palabras las que cantan, las que suben y bajan... Me prosterno ante ellas... Las amo; las adhiero, las persigo, las muerdo, las derrito... Amo tanto las palabras... Las inesperadas... Las que glotonamente se esperan, se escuchan, hasta que de pronto caen...Vocablos amados... Brillan como piedras de colores, saltan como platinados peces, son espuma, hilo metal, rocío... Persigo algunas palabras... Son tan hermosas que las quiero poner todas en mi poema... Las agarro al vuelo, cuando van zumbando, y las atrapo, las limpio, las pelo, me preparo frente al plato, las siento cristalinas, vibrantes, ebúrneas, vegetales, aceitosas, como frutas, como algas, como ágatas, como aceitunas... Y entonces las revuelvo, las agito, me las bebo, me las zampo, las trituro, las emperejillo, las liberto... Las dejo como estalactitas en el poema, como pedacitos de madera bruñida, como carbón, como restos de naufragio, regalos de la ola... Todo está en la palabra... Una idea entera se cambia porque una palabra se trasladó de un sitio, porque otra se sentó como una reinita adentro de una frase que no la esperaba y que le obedeció...
Tienen sombra, transparencia, peso, plumas, pelos, tienen todo lo que se les fue agregando de tanto rodar por el río, de tanto transmigrar de patria, de tanto ser raíces... Son antiquísimas y recientísimas... Viven en el féretro escondido y en la flor apenas comenzada...
Qué buen idioma es el mío, qué buena lengua heredamos de los conquistadores torvos... Éstos andaban a zancadas por las tremendas cordilleras, por las Américas encrespadas, buscando patatas, butifarras, frijolitos, tabaco negro, oro, maíz, huevos fritos, con aquel apetito voraz que nunca más se ha visto en el mundo... Todo se lo tragaban, con religiones, pirámides, tribus, idolatrías, iguales a los que ellos traían en sus grandes bolsas... Por donde pasaban quedaba arrasada la tierra... Pero a los bárbaros se les caían de las botas, de las barbas, de los yelmos, de las herraduras, como piedrecitas, las palabras luminosas que se quedaron aquí resplandecientes... el idioma. Salimos perdiendo... Salimos ganando... Se llevaron el oro y nos dejaron el oro... Se lo llevaron todo y nos dejaron todo... Nos dejaron las palabras."
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Imagine a small house on a mountain ladder built with the effort of a dreamer’s hands. Nail after nail, brick after brick, inch after inch the house was erected and his dream fulfilled. Strong foundations arduously prepared rest unperturbed withstanding the immensity of his ambition. Rough muddy walls stand still, supporting the heavy roof covered with thick straws impermeabled with the transpiration of his forehead. A rustic wooden door heads towards the east, welcoming the morning sun rays. A big ample window faces the north, contemplating the vast and infinite ocean extending all the way towards the horizon. The house is small but spacious, enough to shelter his family and his few possessions. The lack of furniture is not a problem for him; he just possesses the indispensable: a simple hand crafted table with five chairs to share meals altogether, a rudimentary carbon stove, and a kerosene fridge. No more he needs and more he pretends. He has a paramount ambition, yet he wishes few material things; and those few things he wishes, he wishes them little.
Imagine yourself in such a house, built with the intention of living glorious years in solitude, away from the cities, away from wandering and repetitive lives in superficial, materialistic, and corrupted societies; away from any source of acoustic contamination that would disturb and interfere with his longing for harmony with nature. A house built by someone who understands the true values of things in life and what is to live fully enjoying the gifts of nature, pleasures that can’t be found anywhere near an urban conglomerate, and can’t be compared to any of the so called pleasures defined by the mediocre majority.
Countless dreams drawn to perfection. The house was not the result of improvisation but the fruit of years of deliberate planning, for he did not want to leave anything to the caprice of destiny: he was determined to succeed. Time after time his plans were polished every time he would walk by the forest a few miles away from the house, where hundreds of logs were spread in the ground among the fallen leaves. Logs ignored by travelers and passer bys, apparent useless logs with no other possible use but to keep warm during the winter. But for the visionary, these logs contained a dormant home, a dream, and his axe vigorously fought against their oppressive prision. The result was nothing less than his own little world: his Home.
An enviable home. A bubble in some sense, but no more of a bubble than societies themselves. Societies, inventions of men, are bubbles. How could this man live in a bubble, being in harmony with nature, enjoying what God has offered him for free, being closer and more connected to the stars that illuminate his path than what people in the cities might be to a light bulb a short distance above their heads? How could this be a bubble? Who is being more isolated from his own nature: this man from men, or men from nature?
His family lives in it. A family that does not complain for the lack of comforts found in the city and that understands his yearning for isolation, his desire to move away from human stupidity. A family that does not complain for having to walk long distances to get to the nearest town. Children who do not complain for lacking a television, and who at an early age begin to understand and appreciate his father’s dreams.
The place is a paradise for him. Animals, trees, his family, all have found their balance with nature and coexist peacefully respecting each other. Listen! Listen to a distant waterfall feeding an insatiable river running down the mountain. Listen to the wind gently knocking at the door. Can you hear the songs of birds singing at a distance? Contemplate the immensity of the sky! Watch at the clouds tirelessly and persistently coming from the ocean towards the mainland, discharging some of their burden on the mountain ladder, and continuing their journey around the world. Watch to the sky again! Eagles climbing freely to the heights, resting in mountain peaks, and dominating the clouds. So does this man longs to fly high. His soul is thirsty of stars.
The house is small in comparison to the world, but nonetheless is a world of its own. All range of emotions have their place in it, and all kinds of gestures and expressions visit the family. There is no need for hundreds of people to create such an incredible diversity of feelings; only a handful of souls can represent them in their total magnitude.
Happiness. True happiness. Happy and joyful souls with profound emotions. Honest and meaningful smiles of happiness showing the dreamers old wasted teeth, yellowed by time, some fallen, gone forever, others still standing, as strong as their owner’s conviction.
Tears. Rarely, but surely, tears slide down the wrinkled cheeks mistreated by the severe mountain weather. Tears of joy! Tears of accomplishment! Tears of fulfillment!
Sadness. Indeed, he does feel sad from time to time, and nostalgia for those he loved and left behind.
Compassion. Compassion for those who do not understand him. For the highest he rises, the smallest he appears to the eyes of the envious. Many laugh at him. Others would like to follow his steps and strive arduously to imitate him, but always in vain. When they strive the hardest to elevate themselves to the heights and to clarity, the deeper they succumb to the shadows and mediocrity.
He does envy from time to time the comfortable lifestyles that people in the cities take for granted, and a fleeting jealousy emerges from his heart. It is not easy to live in a direct relationship with the drastic and capricious mountain climate, and with the ferocious wind that sometimes violently threatens the structure of the building. When these feelings arise, however, he puts things in perspective, he remembers the reasons for his life elections, and his paramount will in overcoming the hard obstacles that the mountain and its invisible sculptor present him with triumphs over the difficulties, and these ephemerous feelings go away.
Anger. Enmity with the authorities of a nearby town who have decided to expand a railway passing nearby. Uncertainty, anxiety, and fear for the possible spread of the human plague to peaceful and still harmonious places. Hostility against this threatening virulent invasion. Hostility from even the trees that shout with tears in their eyes to go away, to leave them alone, to not bother them, to look for another place! Nature does not welcome them.
And Love. Love for his family. Love for the mountain. Love for Nature. Love for Freedom. For the greatest quality of the dreamer is his heart. And as in many their heart is what ages the first, in others is their spirit, many others are already old in their youth, and there are those who were recently born and already start to die, his heart is strong and full of life to continue beating for many years to come.
A vision of a world. His world.
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Thanksgiving day in the US. Families gather together to give thanks and to eat one of the millions of huge turkeys slaughtered for this time of the year. This got me thinking. Festivities imply lots of food, lots of eating, and necessarily, a significant increase in toilet flushes. ...and, oh yeah! BIDETS!! where are they?
I have probably seen one or two since I got to the US, and that is almost 6 years ago. I am therefore inclined to believe that, in general, people in the US have their xxxxx dirty (no disrespect intended) :P
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Do I have goals in life? I do. And very ambitious ones. How am I going to fulfill them? Well, I have some ideas and I will go shaping my plans as I live life to the fullest and consider the circumstances that destiny and/or God present me with. God? Destiny? Or are they random circumstances? Do we have any control over them? This is precisely my inspiration for this month's post. Nothing is guaranteed. We can dedicate long hours and put all our energy towards achieving that so longed objective, but it doesn't fully depend on us. Our determination plays a huge part in overcoming obstacles and succeeding in our endeavors, but there's also a luck factor, a randomness factor, destiny, God's will, or whatever you may want to call it, that plays an important part in the fulfillment or failure of our plans. Nothing is guaranteed. Nothing. And I have experienced this in a number of ways in the last 1 or 2 weeks.
Nothing is guaranteed. I have been working in an IT company since June 2007. I really didn't like what I was doing but the pay was good and it was helping me pay for school, so I had to swallow the bad-tasting work experience in order to continue studying. After a year of working for the company, and right after I got back from New York 2 weeks ago, I got home and checked my emails and learned that my contract would not be renewed. The reason? I don't know. No one talked to me. Maybe they realized I didn't like the job and I would not continue working for them after I graduate. Maybe I was no longer useful for them. Maybe it was too much of a complication since my job was business oriented and as for an IIT requirement my job had to be technical and related to my field of study, so every time I renewed the contract I had to lie and describe in the IIT paperwork that I was working in something I was actually not. There's a new CEO in the company and he probably didn't like this... anyway, they did me a favor. Sooner or later I had to leave the company... but to be honest, I was planning on this job to pay for this semester's tuition. How am I going to pay for school this semester? I don't know. I have no idea. But this is not the first time. Since I got to the US, many times I did not know how I would pay for that semester's tuition, even 1 or 2 weeks before the semester would begin, and somehow I have always been able to pay for it. This time will not be an exception. Nothing is guaranteed, though.
Is financial need going to continue conditioning my life choices as it has done all my life? I promise myself it will not. Not after I graduate.
Nothing is guaranteed. After 5 years living in a small apartment with part of my family, my parents have recently bought a house and we have spent all last week moving our stuff to the new place. It's an old house, pretty ugly I must say, but the price was low and it is in a really nice area, so the idea of my parents is to invest in the lot, construct a new house, and then sell it for a juicy profit.
Last Friday we were all in the Dodge Caravan of my dad going back to the apartment cause the new place still didn't have gas nor hot water, and suddenly a 16 year old girl, who apparently had just learned to drive and had a new and shiny driver license, turned into the street we were driving in and hit us on the front passenger side. It was not a big accident, but the van was rendered undriveable and my mom was injured in the head and sent to the hospital. Fortunately it was just a minor injury, nothing serious – see pics :) - but... think about it. Nothing is guaranteed. Nothing. You could be driving with your family and a drunk driver hits your car killing your parents and ruining your family forever. Anything could happen. Nothing is guaranteed. Nothing. We can have fantastic and ambitious plans, but suddenly something like this could happen and all your dreams would be shattered into pieces, maybe even destroyed forever.
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Description: Dec 25th, 2007 ~ Jan 4th, 2008. I've already described the trip on my previous note "Simple things". Fantastic trip!
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Vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
What do people gain from all the labor
At which they labor under the sun?
A generation goes, and a generation comes,
But the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun goes down,
And hurries to the place where it rises.
The wind blows to the south, and goes around to the north;
Round and round goes the wind, and on its circuits the wind returns.
All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full.
To the place where the streams flow, there they continue to flow.
All things are wearisome; more than one can express.
The eye is not satisfied with seeing nor is the ear filled with hearing.
What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done.
There is nothing new under the sun.
Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this is new”?
It has already been in the ages before us.
There is no remembrance of former things;
Neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come
With those that shall come after.
Ecclesiastes 1:1-11
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