We are back on track. After a short but intense summer, evrything is working on again. All gears fine! I have my classes, my new ideas and projects and some new colleagues to work with. How are you doing now? I hope you can enjoy this year again and make the most of it. I do not log in as often as I did before, but I still do it from time to time.
I hope this blog of mine and yours will help us keep in touch and share, whenever we like it, anything we'd like to say!
Carpe noctum!
Monday 5 October 2009
Thursday 25 June 2009
Tonight at seven
My dear all.
I have a memory like a sieve. I should have written this post much sooner, but my duties and my rummaging brain do not always let me act on my own.
I hope I'll see some of you tonight to thank a good friend for her always being there and her soothing company, and wish her all the best.
See you there then!
Carpe something!
I have a memory like a sieve. I should have written this post much sooner, but my duties and my rummaging brain do not always let me act on my own.
I hope I'll see some of you tonight to thank a good friend for her always being there and her soothing company, and wish her all the best.
See you there then!
Carpe something!
Thursday 14 May 2009
The Discovery Party
Time has come. It is one of those we eagerly await. Unfortunately I will not be able to make it. I am really sorry about it, but I have to be in London for the weekend.
But that will not be a problem.
I might have a pint at The Ten Bells and drink it to Jack!
I will open my umbrella and, I don't know why, think of Sunshine
I may go to an art exhibition, if I get so time for myself, and try to imagine how Sandy would look at those paintings and sculptures.
If I can spare a penny I will probably remember James Wilkinson.
And all the time I will definitely remember Virginia, her advice, her comments and suggestions, the past and most of all her future. Still unwritten and full of ideas, plans and energy.
I hope some day we can all meet and talk for a while.
By the way, do not forget to enjoy the night!
Carpe Noctum!
But that will not be a problem.
I might have a pint at The Ten Bells and drink it to Jack!
I will open my umbrella and, I don't know why, think of Sunshine
I may go to an art exhibition, if I get so time for myself, and try to imagine how Sandy would look at those paintings and sculptures.
If I can spare a penny I will probably remember James Wilkinson.
And all the time I will definitely remember Virginia, her advice, her comments and suggestions, the past and most of all her future. Still unwritten and full of ideas, plans and energy.
I hope some day we can all meet and talk for a while.
By the way, do not forget to enjoy the night!
Carpe Noctum!
Tuesday 24 March 2009
It seemed like spring
I took the metro the other day, like everyday, to go to work. There were legs and arms and bones and skin everywhere. Strips and tops and cool, light fabrics. But oh! how disappointing. It was only girls. They seemed to be the only ones that have noticed spring was already here. There had been a synchronous move, an unplanned impulse to act unanimously.
And then there were men in thick coats and leather jackets, letting perspiration enter the realms of sweating. Winter shoes and woolen socks. Bushy hair and unsaven cheeks. Headphones on, oblivious to their surroundings.
Back at the end, hidden behind a bunch of naughty ladies, there he was a man in sandals.
Carpe noctum!
And then there were men in thick coats and leather jackets, letting perspiration enter the realms of sweating. Winter shoes and woolen socks. Bushy hair and unsaven cheeks. Headphones on, oblivious to their surroundings.
Back at the end, hidden behind a bunch of naughty ladies, there he was a man in sandals.
Carpe noctum!
Wednesday 4 March 2009
Slumpuppies!
It was on the news. The Indian kids that acted in that "crappy" film Slumdog Millionaire are back at home. They have had a taste of luxury and riches they could not even dream of. A minute of glory and fame to let you know how a minority lives. Then back to where you belong!
The girl only wants to wear the dress she was wearing for the Oscars ceremony. Like a 21st century cinderella, waiting for a prince to rescue her. The little boy complains about their home without beds. He refuses to sleep on the floor and finds the smell of cow dung unbearable. He knows what a hotel room looks like and refuses to accept that he has to be condemned to that hanty tonw for life.
Their father, not knowing how to deal with that problem whipped them to make them reasonable and docile children again.
Once again, all back to normal.
Carpe Noctum!
The girl only wants to wear the dress she was wearing for the Oscars ceremony. Like a 21st century cinderella, waiting for a prince to rescue her. The little boy complains about their home without beds. He refuses to sleep on the floor and finds the smell of cow dung unbearable. He knows what a hotel room looks like and refuses to accept that he has to be condemned to that hanty tonw for life.
Their father, not knowing how to deal with that problem whipped them to make them reasonable and docile children again.
Once again, all back to normal.
Carpe Noctum!
Tuesday 17 February 2009
A hundred years ago today
the Apache military leader, Geronimo, died of pneumonia as a wasr prisoner in Oklahoma. I am not very familiar with Indian customs and traditions. I can only remember how they helped our funding fathers in Massachussetts, gave them food and drinks and that way managed to survive the rest of that cold winter of 1620.
Indians were kind to us and we kind of shared the land with them. I remember they were not very happy with our presence sometimes, and it was diffiuclt for them to understand the real value of things. The Mohawk and other Algonquines were good negociators, but in general they were difficult to deal with.
Anyway, this Geronimo seems to have been a hard type. He fought both Mexican and American soldiers for years and years. More than 5000 soldiers chased his gruop, and they finally caught them they discovered an army of 16 Indian warriors, 12 women and 6 children. He might have had magic powers indeed.
He was buried at Fort Sill (Oklahoma), and in 1918 his tomb was stolen. The thiefs took Geronimo's skull and some bones. One of the three thiefs was the grandfather of George W. Bush, who took the bones to the headquarters of Yale's secret society Skull and Bones.
So after all everything is connected and related. Present, past and future dance in circles and exchange places unexpectedly. Then again, I am living proof of that fact.
Carpe Noctum!
Indians were kind to us and we kind of shared the land with them. I remember they were not very happy with our presence sometimes, and it was diffiuclt for them to understand the real value of things. The Mohawk and other Algonquines were good negociators, but in general they were difficult to deal with.
Anyway, this Geronimo seems to have been a hard type. He fought both Mexican and American soldiers for years and years. More than 5000 soldiers chased his gruop, and they finally caught them they discovered an army of 16 Indian warriors, 12 women and 6 children. He might have had magic powers indeed.
He was buried at Fort Sill (Oklahoma), and in 1918 his tomb was stolen. The thiefs took Geronimo's skull and some bones. One of the three thiefs was the grandfather of George W. Bush, who took the bones to the headquarters of Yale's secret society Skull and Bones.
So after all everything is connected and related. Present, past and future dance in circles and exchange places unexpectedly. Then again, I am living proof of that fact.
Carpe Noctum!
Friday 13 February 2009
For the weekend
I've been absent for a couple of weeks and maybe you have missed my blockbuster recommendation. For this weekend I recommend you Nine Lives. I hope you really enjoy it.
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