In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
§2 April 27, 2008
Persistence April 18, 2008
N. Firm or obstinate continuance in a course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition.
The neon lights in bars
And headlights from the cars
Have started a symphony
Surrounding me
The things I left behind
Have melted in my mind
And now there’s a purity
Inside of me
I’ve been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines
Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds
I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind
Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind?
This time
Elapse April 16, 2008
Verb. (of time) to slip or pass by.
The human brain is not designed for happiness, says spanish physiologist Francisco Mora from Universidad Complutense de Madrid. Is that why it’s so hard to have long periods of happiness in our lives?
Apparently our emotional brain is to blame! The “thing” feeds off feelings such as pain and pleasure which, in theory, make it hard for us to be happy. Mr Mora concludes that our brain is really designed for fighting for survival.
The report also says that there would be only two ways to reaching happiness:
1. By finding a balance between pain and pleasure (“since both extremes produce unhappiness”)
OR
2. By isolating oneself from everything else…. to the point of not interacting with the World (so your brain has nothing to process)
Wow, I reckon I’ll go for option one.
Sadly, this proves that the guy in Cast Away could have found happiness right there where he was, alone in the middle of nowhere. How tragic! This is exactly how some of us live: letting chances slip us by.
Carpe Diem everybody!
Via Yahoo! España
Mastery April 12, 2008
N. Great skillfulness and knowledge of some subject or activity;
Right. Next time you people start telling me that I am an American-wanna-be I will email you a certain set of YouTube links!
Today, during my daily WordPress browsing, I came across a beautiful blog on which I read about the finale of the American version of Project Catwalk, Project Runway. I immediately surfed to YouTube and watched the whole episode: it was unbelievable!!!
It’s so american, I loved it! The contestants loved each other, the judges were nice and shared positive, up-building comments rather than plain blunt criticism and even the models showed they had feelings!!! How radically different to the emotionless and bitchy british equivalent, Project Catwalk!
I’m not trying to say that these programmes reflect the countries they’re from and that, therefore, everyone in England is blunt and bitchy, and all Americans are nice and friendly. No. I’m just pointing out the style in which something is made or portrayed. At the end of Project Runway I wanted to jump up and down and celebrate the fact that Christian had won! I know it sounds extreme but that’s the effect that American television has on me! I don’t know how they do it but they really get the audience involved with what they’re watching and that’s something I truly respect and really admire.
So, until the day I find and English TV programme able to enthuse me as much, I shall not be criticised for singing the Star Spangled Banner every now and then 
§1 April 9, 2008
- “The serial, about a group of beach lifeguards, gained notoriety for its attractive male and female cast members coupled with glamorous locations and slow-motion running sequences”
The BBC talking reporting on a Venezuelan channel’s decision of replacing The Simpsons with Baywatch Hawai.
Hats off for the best description ever written!
Divulgation April 9, 2008
N. The act of divulging, that is “making known, to disclose, to reveal”
“It is our scars that make us beautiful”. He used to say it every other Monday.
It always used to leave me wondering about beauty and pain. Yes, we all know that, sometimes, they’re closely related; but I am not referring to superficial-physical pain as a result of wearing certain fashion accessories or ‘undergoing’ a beauty treatment. I was thinking about that kind of pain which is able to shape our character, scarring our life stories permanently. How could those scars make me beautiful?!
I know of some people who wear them with pride, revealing them to anyone who shows the slightest interest. Sometimes they even make the mistake of believing that they are their scars, confusing them with their own identity.
I’m am of those who hide their scars, not because I’m ashamed of them but because they remind me of not-so-happy times in my life. I know that overcoming those conflicts has helped me grow in many ways, still I think I’d be happier if I had got here without the pain, or rather the scars: for pain heals but scars are permanent. However, I have learned to be grateful for that ‘permanentness’: reminders are good for those who tend to forget.
I believe scars make us beautiful precisely because they shape us. They keep us in touch with that part of our character that only emerges when we face conflicts, reminding us that to live is to change.
