3.2.10

Fool - By BoA

I was born and raised
As an eastern girl in a western world
I was told to choose
To choose to be what I chose to be
Speaking impartially

There doesn't seem to be a place for me
But when I look inside I find
A place to run to hide

I was born to love
A distant land and a rising sun
I was born to love this
Green and pleasant land
Which way should I turn?

Cos I seem to fall towards burning
But when I look inside I find the place
To cry, to fly, to die

You and I, born as fools now
You and I think, think we rule now

Now I see the world

As an ancient place as a smiling face
I can choose to be What I want to be if I choose to be Speaking impartially If the smile grows cold without me I know a secret place to cry, to fly, to try

You know I'm burning in a flame now

Now I see the world
As an ancient place as a smiling face
Now I see the world
As a place where I can run to hide to

Which way should I turn?
Cos I seem to fall towards burning
But when I look inside I find the place
To try, to hide, to fly

You and I, born as fools now
You and I think, think we rule now

You and I, born as fools now
You and I think, think we rule now

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26.1.10

To Do List

This Summer Holidays have taken most of my time... on doing... who knows? But now I'm making this list to remember and check everything I have to do before March at least...

1. Culture Blog (Edit: Done)
2. Study
3. Work
4. Study
5. Find another Job
6. Take my cat to the Vet
7. Get the rest of the furniture to my new place
8. Grow more plants... (The legal ones people! I'm very interested in Lettuce)
9. Translate
10. Prepare the 2nd Workshop!!
11. Study
12. Sit for examS
13. Save some money (any ideas?)

3.12.09

Sex, Sighs, and Conversation: Why Men and Women Can't Communicate - by: Deborah Tannen

A man and a woman were seated in a car that had been circling the same area for a half hour. The woman was saying, "Why don't we just ask someone?" The man was saying, not for the first time, "I'm sure it's around here somewhere. I'll just try this street."

Why are so many men reluctant to ask directions? Why aren't women? And why can't women understand why men don't want to ask? The explanation, for this and for countless minor and major frustrations that women and men encounter when they talk to eachother, lies in the different ways that they use language-- differences that begin with how girls and boys use language as children, growing up in different worlds.

Anthropologists, sociologists ans psychologists have found that little girls play in small groups or in pairs; they have a best friend, with whom they spend a lot of time talking. It's the telling of secrets that makes them best friends. they learn to use language to negotiate intimacy--to make connections and feel close to each other.

Boys, on the other hand, tend to play competitive games in larger groups, which are hierarchical. High-status boys give orders, and low-status boys are pushed around. So boys learn to use language to preserve independence and negotiate their status, trying to hold center stage, challenge and resist challenges, display knowledge and verbal skill.

These divergent assumptions about the purpose of language persist into adulthood, where they lie in wait behind cross-gender conversations, ready to leap out and cause puzzlement or grief. In the case of asking for directions, the same interchange is experienced differently by women and men. From a woman's perspective, you ask for help, you get it, and you get to where you're going. A fleeting connection is made with a stranger, which is fundamentally pleasant. But a man is aware that by admitting ignorance and asking for information, he positions himself one-down to someone else. Far from pleasant, this is humiliating. So it makes sense for him to preserve his independence and self-esteem at the cost of a little extra travel time.

(...) A woman and a man return home from work. She tells everything that happened during the day. (...) Then she turns to him and asks, "How was your day?" He says, "Same old rat race." (...) They have different assumptions about what's "anything" to tell. To her, telling life's daily events and impressions means she's not alone in the world. Such talk is the essence of intimacy -- evidence that she and her partner are best friends. Since he never spent time talking in this way with his friends (...) he doesn't expect it, doesn't know how to do it, and doesn't miss it when it isn't there.

[...]When a woman tells another woman about a problem, her friend tipically explores the problem; expresses understanding; or offers a similar experience. All these responses express support and bring them closer. But offering a solution positions the problem-solver as one-up. This asymmetry is distancing, just the opposite of what she was after in bringing up the discussion.

[...]But conversation among women are usually characterized by mutual support and exploration. Alternative views may be introduced, but they are phrased as suggestions and questions, not as direct challenges. This is one of the many ways that men value oppositional stances, whereasa women value harmoniousones.

[...]Women talk more at home, since talk, for them, is a way of creating intimacy. Sionce men regard talk as a means to negotiate status, they often see no need to talk at home. But they talk more in "public" situations with people they know less well.

[...]Realizing that a partner's behaviour is not his or her individual failing, but a normal expression of gender, lifts this burden of blame and disappointment. [...] Understanding gender differences in ways of talking is the first step toward changing.

------"Sex, Sighs and Conversation: Why Men and Women Can't Communicate." The Boston Globe August 5, 1990, pp. A20, A14.

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I cut some paragraphs because it was too long, but you can borrow my copy anytime if you want to read more.

I really admire Deborah's work and I'm trying to buy some of her books. If you're interested you can visit:

http://www.librarything.com/author/tannendeborah

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deborah_Tannen


https://www9.georgetown.edu/faculty/tannend/

The Crazy English Language - by: Alex Jun

English is the most widely used language in the history of mankind. In almost every country there is someone who can speak English. Some of the noblest works of literature, such as the ones by William Shakespeare, Charles Dickens and George Orwell are in English.

Nevertheless English is a crazy language. For example, there is no egg in eggplant or pine in pineapple, and no ham in hamburguer. French fries weren't invented in France or English muffins in England.

We take English for granted. But when we look into its unique flaws, we find that quicksand works slowly, boxing rings are square, and guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor a pig. Also, why is it that a writer writes but fingers don't fing and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose two geese, so why no one moose two meese?

If the teacher taught, why hasn't the preacher prought? If horsehair mat is made from the hair of horses and a camel's hair coat made from the hair of camels, from what is a mohair coat made? Furthermore if a vegetarian eats vegetables what does a humanitarian eat?

I sometimes think that all English speakers should be treated in an institute for the verbally insane. In what other language do people drive in a parkway and park in a driveway? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Recite at a play and play at a recital? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, when a wise guy and a wise man are opposites?

You must wonder at the unique craziness of English in which your house can burn up as it burns down and how your alarm clock goes off by going on.

English was created by people not computers. That's why some vocabulary and phrases may sound peculiar and not make sense to some foreigners. But this reflects the creativity of the human race (which is not a race at all). That's why when stars are out they are visible, but when the lights are out it is invisible. And when I wind up my watch I start it but when I wind up this essay... I end it.

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Unknown date... taken from a Language II reading pack.

AMAZING! I love it! =D

8.11.09

Pet Wishlist =D <3~~~~

No me puedo contener, hoy vi demasiada hermosura en Youtube... así que para llamar a que s de pongo la wishlist de todos los bichitos que amaría tener alguna vez... sólo algunos para no aturdir... bueno ¬¬
A ver... comencemos... obviamente... por los felinos ^_^


Un Scottish Fold!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LX9LlPms98


Un Russian Blue!

Un Siames Seal Lynx Point! (A.K.A. TONKS)

Un Siames Blue Point
Un Abisinio!




Ahora los caninos!

Un Shiba!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1H3NdKvbSwM&feature=fvw


Un Welsh Corgi (A.K.A. Ein -Cowboy Bebop- o intento de Blondie ^^)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bebLZfd1Ulc&feature=related



Y el infaltable FAVORITO : Ovejero Alemán



Otros Bichos varios :)

Jerbo - Gerbo!! (lo encontré con ambas letras =S)



Y un Hurón :)
Tan munitooooooo!!!!
Así que si alguien se quiere jugar... no me voy a negar a tan hermosos regalos XD

Enjoy!

20.10.09

Oh Doctor - Vinegar Tom [by: Caryl Churchill] --excerpt--

Oh Doctor

Oh, doctor, tell
me, make me well.
What's wrong with me
the way I am?
I know I'm sad.
I may be sick.
I may be bad.
Please cure me quick,
oh doctor.

[We are reading this play for an essay on Postmodernism, and I really enjoyed the songs... so I wanted to share a bit... ENJOY]