jueves, marzo 27, 2008
Humour me
Creo que tengo un problema de actitud
Curso de "Networking" hoy. Not bad, not extraordinary, y creo que sí aprendí algunas cosas. Pero tuve que luchar toda la clase para desbloquear mis pensamientos enemistosos y sarcasmos mentales por elementos como:
1. La primer. Otra vez, demonios. En boca del profesor. Me tuve que controlar para no ponerlo en los comentarios de la evaluación del curso. Afortunadamente ya tenía mucha hambre y ya me quería ir, así que le evité mi queja. Aunque tal vez se habría visto beneficiado. Eso sí, me dio tiempo de regañarlo por su chafa uso de Power Point.
2. Relacionamiento. ??!?!?!?!?!?! WTF??? ¿Soy yo, o esa palabra no existe? Yo también invento palabras, pero a) trato de que sean bonitas o al menos simpáticas y b) no la palabra que implique el tema principal del curso que esté dando.
3. Misión y visión (los gemelitos). Odio, odio esas dos palabras y la mentalidad que implican. Y no las quiero poner en mi CV, y tampoco mis objetivos o metas a corto y largo plazo. Para eso son las entrevistas, aunque mátenme si alguna vez describo mis planes como "mi m(v)isión". ¿Que por qué estoy pidiendo el trabajo? ¡Porque quiero trabajar y cooperar contigo! ¿Qué qué quiero hacer en la vida? Pues, antes que nada, no quiero decírtelo a tí, Perfecto Extraño que Lee un Papel. ¿Qué quiere mi empresa (suponiendo que tuviera una)? ¡Pues funcionar bien!...
Por cierto, ninguna empresa va a poner "Misión: Ganar todo el dinero posible, sin importar que me lleve entre las patas al planeta y a la gente. Tratar de conquistar al mundo," aunque sea lo que en realidad quieran (no digo que todas, sólo digo que es un poco inútil hacer preguntas que nadie va a contestar con sinceridad).
4. La mención de palabras como autoestima y retroalimentación. Cualquier cosa que huela a autoayuda y el botón de *Peligro: Abortar Misión* se aprieta en mi cerebro. Tengo que encender el Manual Override para que funcione. Muchos, muchos botoncitos, llaves y contraseñas para que se abran mis oídos de nuevo.
Pero de verdad, de verdad, traté de ser buena, poner atención y aprender cosas. (Más o menos lo logré, pero al parecer no lo suficiente como para no quejarme en el blog).
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Observación no relacionada con nada más:
El lunes y el martes una arañita roja diminuta apareció en mi plato a la hora de comer. (No me la comí). El miércoles la esperé porque pensé que quería ser mi mascota, pero ya no llegó. Ya estaba pensando en buscarle un nombre.
Creo que tengo un problema de actitud
Curso de "Networking" hoy. Not bad, not extraordinary, y creo que sí aprendí algunas cosas. Pero tuve que luchar toda la clase para desbloquear mis pensamientos enemistosos y sarcasmos mentales por elementos como:
1. La primer. Otra vez, demonios. En boca del profesor. Me tuve que controlar para no ponerlo en los comentarios de la evaluación del curso. Afortunadamente ya tenía mucha hambre y ya me quería ir, así que le evité mi queja. Aunque tal vez se habría visto beneficiado. Eso sí, me dio tiempo de regañarlo por su chafa uso de Power Point.
2. Relacionamiento. ??!?!?!?!?!?! WTF??? ¿Soy yo, o esa palabra no existe? Yo también invento palabras, pero a) trato de que sean bonitas o al menos simpáticas y b) no la palabra que implique el tema principal del curso que esté dando.
3. Misión y visión (los gemelitos). Odio, odio esas dos palabras y la mentalidad que implican. Y no las quiero poner en mi CV, y tampoco mis objetivos o metas a corto y largo plazo. Para eso son las entrevistas, aunque mátenme si alguna vez describo mis planes como "mi m(v)isión". ¿Que por qué estoy pidiendo el trabajo? ¡Porque quiero trabajar y cooperar contigo! ¿Qué qué quiero hacer en la vida? Pues, antes que nada, no quiero decírtelo a tí, Perfecto Extraño que Lee un Papel. ¿Qué quiere mi empresa (suponiendo que tuviera una)? ¡Pues funcionar bien!...
Por cierto, ninguna empresa va a poner "Misión: Ganar todo el dinero posible, sin importar que me lleve entre las patas al planeta y a la gente. Tratar de conquistar al mundo," aunque sea lo que en realidad quieran (no digo que todas, sólo digo que es un poco inútil hacer preguntas que nadie va a contestar con sinceridad).
4. La mención de palabras como autoestima y retroalimentación. Cualquier cosa que huela a autoayuda y el botón de *Peligro: Abortar Misión* se aprieta en mi cerebro. Tengo que encender el Manual Override para que funcione. Muchos, muchos botoncitos, llaves y contraseñas para que se abran mis oídos de nuevo.
Pero de verdad, de verdad, traté de ser buena, poner atención y aprender cosas. (Más o menos lo logré, pero al parecer no lo suficiente como para no quejarme en el blog).
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Observación no relacionada con nada más:
El lunes y el martes una arañita roja diminuta apareció en mi plato a la hora de comer. (No me la comí). El miércoles la esperé porque pensé que quería ser mi mascota, pero ya no llegó. Ya estaba pensando en buscarle un nombre.Etiquetas: criaturas extrañas, lo que tú tienes es un problema de actitud
lunes, marzo 24, 2008
Untitled no. 3567
Etiquetas: alguien necesita URGENTEMENTE que le den algo que hacer, habia que contrarrestar los muchos colores del otro, ocio, paint es mi nuevo mejor amigo
Landscape no. 1
Etiquetas: alguien necesita que le den algo que hacer, aquí hay arte, playing the eye game
viernes, marzo 21, 2008
Men and women can't be friends
(at least some can't)
I feel so grown-up now because I understand it. As if some Secret of the Universe had been revealed. It will probably be no surprise to anyone, though:
There are circumstances when it is impossible to maintain a friendship (at least an active friendship) with a member of the opposite sex, such as:
1. (This is new to me) When he gets married, and he always liked you (such a femme fatale, you), and you both knew it, and his wife probably knows it too, and his parents absolutely love you, so you see him, the married man, and he is all uncomfortable around you, and none of the friendly gestures are there any more (and incidentally he not only didn't invite you to the wedding, he failed to tell you about it). And you were very good friends once. No more dancing together, even if you would never in a million years think of hitting on him. Casualties so far: 1
2. When the relationship's axis was sexual tension and/or attraction, expressed or unexpressed, and the axis is eliminated. The interesting guy/girl and the fun you had (verbal repartee etc.) falls suddenly flat and now you bore each other, or have nothing to talk about. Casualties so far: a few exes and not-exes, and ex-futures.
3. When he gets a jealous girlfriend who doesn't like him to be friends with you. (Because, of course, you are such a femme fatale). Casualties so far: 3 but one of them has been restored.
4. When he went out with your sister and she broke his heart (femmes fatales, all of us!) so "It hurts him to see you because you remind him of her". Casualties so far: 1 (Regretted less because no one wants such a drama queen as a friend anyway).
5. When he hits on you and you reject him. Casualties so far: ? but often, these are actually the ones that become your friends later on, so this balance is positive.
6. When your boyfriend doesn't like him and doesn't want you to see him (inverse 3). Casualties so far: none. He trusts me!!! (yay)
7 +. You can add more if you like.
So for the Lost, a sigh: I will miss you always. For the ones Not-Lost and the ones Regained: I'm glad you're here. Stay around.
But see? I am very zen and I don't get mad at these people any more. I just put it down to Life and History.
(at least some can't)
I feel so grown-up now because I understand it. As if some Secret of the Universe had been revealed. It will probably be no surprise to anyone, though:
There are circumstances when it is impossible to maintain a friendship (at least an active friendship) with a member of the opposite sex, such as:
1. (This is new to me) When he gets married, and he always liked you (such a femme fatale, you), and you both knew it, and his wife probably knows it too, and his parents absolutely love you, so you see him, the married man, and he is all uncomfortable around you, and none of the friendly gestures are there any more (and incidentally he not only didn't invite you to the wedding, he failed to tell you about it). And you were very good friends once. No more dancing together, even if you would never in a million years think of hitting on him. Casualties so far: 1
2. When the relationship's axis was sexual tension and/or attraction, expressed or unexpressed, and the axis is eliminated. The interesting guy/girl and the fun you had (verbal repartee etc.) falls suddenly flat and now you bore each other, or have nothing to talk about. Casualties so far: a few exes and not-exes, and ex-futures.
3. When he gets a jealous girlfriend who doesn't like him to be friends with you. (Because, of course, you are such a femme fatale). Casualties so far: 3 but one of them has been restored.
4. When he went out with your sister and she broke his heart (femmes fatales, all of us!) so "It hurts him to see you because you remind him of her". Casualties so far: 1 (Regretted less because no one wants such a drama queen as a friend anyway).
5. When he hits on you and you reject him. Casualties so far: ? but often, these are actually the ones that become your friends later on, so this balance is positive.
6. When your boyfriend doesn't like him and doesn't want you to see him (inverse 3). Casualties so far: none. He trusts me!!! (yay)
7 +. You can add more if you like.
So for the Lost, a sigh: I will miss you always. For the ones Not-Lost and the ones Regained: I'm glad you're here. Stay around.
But see? I am very zen and I don't get mad at these people any more. I just put it down to Life and History.
Etiquetas: ghost friends, losing, loves, reglas de la vida que saco de cosas que me han pasado una vez
lunes, marzo 17, 2008
No me gusta ponerme política
Pero hay veces que es necesario
Pero hay veces que es necesario
No veo ningún pretexto válido para golpear a alguien solamente porque su manera de vestir, gustos musicales, apariencia, creencias, etc. no nos gustan.
Live and let live.
Via Hollow Hills.
Etiquetas: make art not war, odio odiar, si alguien les cae mal ignórenlo no le peguen
miércoles, marzo 12, 2008
Hoodoo, jinxes and the gods
I have now read almost 500 pages of American Gods online, and at the same time I'm rereading Skinny Legs and All, so no wonder my head is currently filled with a rather large pantheon. Some gods were there before, and have been re-awakened. Some had once visited and have come back for a chat, and some are new acquaintances. Being of a pantheist/agnostic inclination ("I believe in everything; nothing is sacred / I believe in nothing; everything is sacred"), it doesn't surprise me that yesterday many of them showed themselves in different ways. First, my eyes were literally stripped bare with some awful pictures during a First Aid course and my own mortality stared me in the face until I was almost shaking. Then, there was a rainbow, which never fails to get me in a mystical mood. Finally, my witchy powers sort of backfired when I unintentionally jinxed myself. (Would that I could do the opposite just as easily).
Thinking the day over, I was wishing that life was clearer, that fate would make itself known more clearly. (Translation: "What am I supposed to do? What will my life be like? What should I choose? etc.") This made me remember: when I went to Delphi, I left an offering to Apollo: one of the weirdest flowers I have ever seen. And I asked the oracle a question...
I can't remember what the question was!
No wonder I don't get any answers.
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Anyway, a merry-faced god showed up in the midst of trouble through this:
On a map, in my car: my dad's idea of a tree seen from above. Seriously. (How cute can you get?)
I have now read almost 500 pages of American Gods online, and at the same time I'm rereading Skinny Legs and All, so no wonder my head is currently filled with a rather large pantheon. Some gods were there before, and have been re-awakened. Some had once visited and have come back for a chat, and some are new acquaintances. Being of a pantheist/agnostic inclination ("I believe in everything; nothing is sacred / I believe in nothing; everything is sacred"), it doesn't surprise me that yesterday many of them showed themselves in different ways. First, my eyes were literally stripped bare with some awful pictures during a First Aid course and my own mortality stared me in the face until I was almost shaking. Then, there was a rainbow, which never fails to get me in a mystical mood. Finally, my witchy powers sort of backfired when I unintentionally jinxed myself. (Would that I could do the opposite just as easily).
Thinking the day over, I was wishing that life was clearer, that fate would make itself known more clearly. (Translation: "What am I supposed to do? What will my life be like? What should I choose? etc.") This made me remember: when I went to Delphi, I left an offering to Apollo: one of the weirdest flowers I have ever seen. And I asked the oracle a question...
I can't remember what the question was!
No wonder I don't get any answers.
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Anyway, a merry-faced god showed up in the midst of trouble through this:
On a map, in my car: my dad's idea of a tree seen from above. Seriously. (How cute can you get?)Etiquetas: mi papá piensa que un huevo estrellado se parece a un arbol, mystical priestess moods, por eso estoy loquita, preguntas existenciales, the center of a whirlwind of magic
miércoles, marzo 05, 2008
Mini-epifanía
(Don't expect too much)
Hoy, de repente, se me ocurrió que Don Quijote seguramente comía queso manchego (duh).
(Don't expect too much)
Hoy, de repente, se me ocurrió que Don Quijote seguramente comía queso manchego (duh).
Etiquetas: good grief
