tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89708416597658676412024-03-13T08:05:56.625-07:00Inside outMy personal blog over experiences in life expressed trough text and images and sometimes in more than one language...Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-16489929938164753662014-01-14T14:28:00.001-08:002014-01-14T14:28:11.460-08:00Over the clouds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On December 19th of 2013 I was again in a plane in a journey to see my family across the ocean. It began on a cloudy day. As I was already seated and ready for the departure I started to ponder the travel ahead of me. Little time had I for my thoughts since the loudspeakers of the plane started to roar to announce that we were ready for take off. The usual procedure..the security guidelines and all. Short after that comes one of the parts I like for the plane traveling, that is the acceleration of the engines of the plane at take off. I guess I like it because it reminds me of the movies and cartoon I used to watch as a kid, where the characters are pushed against their seats by the power of the acceleration. The plane took off and underneath us in an ever decreasing size started an ocean of houses, streets and cars in a great symphony of motion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a couple of minutes we were in the clouds; I though that the experience will be a lot different than that, since from here on earth they seem very soft and peaceful in the blue sky above our heads, dancing in multiple forms and shapes with the wind and the sun. Quite on the contrary, one can not see anything through the windows while one is passing through one of them and, to add to the matter, the whole airplane experiences turbulence during the time it goes through the clouds. It does not take long either, in a matter of five minutes another marvel reveals itself. A sea of clouds, and above nothing but the sky crowned by the sun in the all its majesty, spreading its light through this endless ocean of clouds. I always wonder what it would be to touch this endless sea of clouds, as if they were indeed made out of cotton, where one can lie and bathe on the sun light that shines above forever. It reminds me always to the depictions of angels of the renaissance paintings, where pink-cheeked babies dance coquettishly with one another, as if the would be nothing else in the world for them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After several hours of flight I took a look at the flight monitor of my screen. We were already close to Greenland and since I was looking forward to see this mysterious island at least from above, it was for me an awaited and sought moment. As we continued to fly, I first observed that the clouds beneath us started to get thinner up to the point where we could see through them, until they totally dissipated as if by magic. I could see the water beneath us, from the height we were flying seem close, although we were not (we were flying almost at 10 Km from the surface); but nevertheless the water seem to remain still as I could not see any wave of movement on the water's surface. As we moved on, I could started to distinguish small pieces of ice floating in the water. They started to increase in size, density and quantity as we continued to fly. I could notice something that looked like a rock on the water together with the pieces of ices floating down there. Then another one and the some others; after them came no more rocks but the beginning of a very steep and spiky chain of mountains. They were partially covered in snow, mostly on the flat parts between them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As we continued to fly, the chain of mountains revealed its majesty and pureness, it extended as far as I could see until it met the horizon and continued onward beyond. The peaks started to get softer, smoother as if they were waves approaching the beach, and then it happened, a sea of white color, bathed on the midday light of the sun, infinite, pure and eternal. It seemed to me this time as if we were looking at empty space, at the edge of the world or any other metaphor that is appropriate for such a marvel. Onward we flew, with the dimming sun light above us, shifting from a blinding white to a warm orange in some sort of slowed down sunset, as if the sun had forgotten to set and had stayed to peek over the white sea a little longer. As it started it also disappeared, the whiteness of the land was broken by a rock, then another one and so on until again the sea appeared leaving behind this amazing timeless symphony of the nature. We were again above the sea and and below the sky, lighted not anymore by the sun but by the stars, the face of the creation staring back at us with timelessness and distant memories. So our journey continued, bathed by the night light. Not any light but one of million years and million suns staring at us from distances beyond our imagination, a light we see everyday, that is the one of the stars.... </span></div>
Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-80332896295683874312013-11-24T09:42:00.002-08:002013-11-24T09:43:06.726-08:00The great quest of mastering oneself<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These words of Lao Tzu that I encountered correspond very well with the events of my life during this week. Today I'd like to explore the topic of the self discipline, specifically about how we react about our feelings; feelings that appear as a result of interactions or situations in our life that more than once take over ourselves and dominate our mind and soul. I like one approach that I encountered not so long ago, I am talking about the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; white-space: nowrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logotherapy</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> created and developed by </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">neurologist and psychiatrist Viktor Frankl</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> after his time in a concentration camp during the holocaust in the decade of the 40's. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His work is very comprehensive and talks about the search of meaning of ones life. I'd like to borrow a prahse from him that relates to our topic today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The own experience of the concentration camps of Frankl brought him to the conclusion that it is indeed within us to choose how to react to the external stimuli, and with stimuli I mean the conditions from everyday's life; like: the weather, the season of the year and so on; as well as the ones that come from the people which whom we interact daily. It has of course happened to all of us; the classic angry driver that seems mad about something entirely banal, that yells at us because he just feels so, and we are the ones who end up somehow affected by the mood of this non-happy driver (or pedestrian). Has it happened to you? I bet it has.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Choosing how to respond to such a situation is indeed possible yet not easy at all. It requires practice and the will to change the paradigm behind it. I have heard many times people reacting to these situations using as a shield the idea of being taken advantage of by this random stranger and in a futile attempt to make themselves not the victim, engage into a fight with no winners. One does not need to go through the experience of Frankl to put this idea into practice, I guess is more a matter of giving it a try. Recently on a Job interview someone asked me what makes me very mad, I answered that not many things, and that is hard for this events to combine to make me loose the control. I do claim to be the Dalai lama or anything like it simply that I by own experience have tried to keep my emotions in control, to observe that is easier to talk to the other person as well as to come to more neutral and sometimes better arguments in the case one is arguing at the moment. Anyone can relate to the idea that when we are too happy or too angry one should neither make promises nor throw arguments to the people, in both cases the promises are those we maybe did not really weight as well as the arguments against someone, they can contain something very aggressive of mean, and is something that being calmed we would not normally say to that person. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All our reactions and behaviors towards our daily situations are the result of a mental process, a process that is respectively the result of a long training through most of our life. A Training that taught us how to deal with unpleasant and not so much unpleasant situations. Much of these lessons come from our parents, and were molded as we kept growing up, They normally stick around for a long time, they are our personality, but like many other features of the human being this is one we have the power to change when we deem it necessary. Is a concept known as Neuroplasticity and means nothing else than the capacity of the brain to rewire itself, to change the configuration that it already has for a new one, one where we are the architects and not the circumstances that created and reaffirmed the old one.</span></div>
Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-2586479889472250432013-11-11T14:06:00.000-08:002013-11-11T14:14:19.135-08:00Iunctus<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Iunctis</b> palabra del latín que quiere decir "conectados", la elegí como el titulo del post de hoy ya que esta semana quiero escribir un poco acerca de una aparentemente inexplicable conexión entre los seres humanos. Para hacer mas claro este enunciado; cito el ejemplo de la situación que me hizo pensar acerca de esta aparente conexión: esta semana sin razón aparente estaba recordando a alguien con quien tengo una buena relación de amistad con quien tenía tiempo de no hablar. Sabía sin embargo que había un viaje en el horizonte cercano de esa persona y de alguna manera la idea me vino a la mente mientras hacía otra cosa en la casa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Decidí sin mas miramientos tomar el teléfono y llamar; preguntar acerca de noticias nuevas en su vida, acerca del viaje programado, del trabajo; todo sin ningún otro propósito mas grande que el de establecer comunicación y mantener la relación de amistad que tenemos. La parte sorprendente fue que la primera cosa que escuché cuando la llamada fue contestada fueron las palabras "estaba pensando también en ti en este preciso momento". Creo que cualquiera se puede sentir identificado con la circunstancia descrita y me refiero a que puedo apostar que esto le ha sucedido a casi cualquier persona en mas de una ocasión; el acto tal vez se vuelva común con el tiempo pero eso no hace que mengue su significancia. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">¿Es posible entonces que de alguna manera incomprensible estén dos personas conectadas a pesar de estas físicamente en dos lugares diferentes? La respuesta parecer ser que sí, aunque esta conexión no parecer ser permanente pero si existente de alguna manera muy sutil. Haciendo un poco mas de investigación acerca del tema, encontré después de buscar un poco en la red que la doctora Trisha Stratford condujo una investigación de cinco años con pacientes y descubrió que algunas de esas<span class="" id="result_box" lang="es"><span class="hps"> personas</span> <span class="hps">pueden llegar a estar</span> <span class="hps">fisiológicamente</span> <span class="hps">alineadas</span> - con <span class="hps">partes de</span> <span class="hps">su sistema nervioso</span> latiendo <span class="hps">en armonía</span> <span class="hps">-</span> <span class="hps">a pesar de no tener</span> <span class="hps">ningún contacto</span> <span class="hps">físico entre</span> <span class="hps">sí.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="es"><span class="hps">Para aquellos que han leído el libro de Paulo Coelho titulado Aleph sería posible asociar esta idea con lo que el autor escribe acerca de la reencarnación del alma humana y de como al encontrarte con alguien que conociste antes "en tu otra vida" la conexión se dispara porque de alguna forma los dos espíritus se reconocer. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="es"><span class="hps">Cualquiera que sea el caso yo personalmente creo que la mente humana esconde aún muchos misterios para la ciencia, el hecho de que se pueda observar que este fenómeno realmente existe a nivel neurológico es un hecho fantástico, pero está aún así lejos de esclarecer las razones que gobiernan a esta mágica conexión. Ahora que lo pienso un poco mas, creo que la razón que dispara esta conexión es el hecho de que dos personas compartan algún interés complejo. Con interés complejo me refiero a temas muy personales o difíciles de entender o explicar, salvo que la otra persona se encuentre o haya experimentado la misma sensación o experiencia. No estoy hablando de ninguna manera de que dos personas sean fanáticas del mismo equipo de futbol, o que a las dos les guste el sabor vainilla en lugar del sabor chocolate; me refiero mas bien al hecho de que dos personas descubran que una misma circunstancia, música, o estímulo de algún tipo genere en ellos una sensación especial de paz por poner un ejemplo. Creo personalmente que si la situación es suficientemente profunda en significado para ambas personas, un sentimiento de empatía profunda se crea, haciendo que las personas queden de cierta manera "conectadas" a un nivel no físico.</span></span></span><br />
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Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-67372994588224977432013-10-27T04:39:00.001-07:002013-10-27T04:42:12.246-07:00Acerca de la amistad<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Esta semana recibí la visita de un amigo que hacía casi un año no veía. Aunque solo estuvo en la ciudad un día y medio pasé un tiempo agradable con conversación, comida y un par de cervezas a la margen del río.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Durante esta semana estuve pensando acerca de los elementos de la amistad y las cosas que hacen que encontremos ciertas personas agradables, mientras que algunas otras no tanto. No clamo haber descubierto la rueda con mis cavilaciones sino mas bien; analizar desde mi propio punto de vista las relaciones de amistad entre las personas. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">De acuerdo al diccionario de real academia española, la palabra amistad se define como el</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="b">Afecto personal, puro y desinteresado, compartido con otra persona, que nace y se fortalece con el trato. La definición captura muy bien el significado de la palabra, ya que precisamente es el trato lo que lo hace fortalecerse. Hay sin embargo una parte que me gustaría añadir a esa definición, y es que la amistad nace y se mantiene principalmente cuando las personas tienen algo en común. Usando estrictamente la definición podemos imaginarnos el caso de tratar a una persona por largo tiempo solo para encontrar que al no tener nada en común; concluimos que la amistad no puede ser posible entre los dos.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="b">Afinidad de pensamiento, de ideas o de intereses son las cosas mas comunes que puedo nombrar que fungen como catalizadores de la amistad. En el caso propio muy particular, me di cuenta que lo que creo la amistad entre mi amigo y yo son los temas de ciencia y tecnología. También muy importante el hecho de que al tener casi la misma edad; nuestro contexto cultural e histórico contiene también muchas similitudes. Un ejemplo de esto es que ambos vivimos la era de aparición y auge de las consolas caseras de vídeo juegos. El ejemplo mas concreto del que hablo es por supuesto el nintendo con su famoso personaje de Mario el plomero Italiano. Ese tema nos tuvo entretenidos casi toda una tarde, y no era creo para menos ya que repito lo ya enunciado, vivimos el auge de esa tecnología que a la sombra de la moderna pareciera salida de la época medieval.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="b">La amistad se nutre efectivamente del afecto, y afecto implica mas que nada para mi propio entender mutua comprensión entre las dos personas. Mutua comprensión es realmente el deseo de escuchar a la otra persona de manera auténtica sin desesperar que la otra persona termine de hablar para uno ser el que continué hablando, así como es también el no juzgar abiertamente a nuestros amigos. Ser amigo de tus amigos es una de las expresiones que recuerdo haber leído en algún lugar, y creo que a pesar de ser corta encierra un gran significado; el significado es por supuesto que la relación si no se nutre tiende inevitablemente a hacerse débil y desaparecer. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="b">Distancia tiempo y ocupaciones son algunos de los factores a los que culpamos de este fenómeno de pérdida de la amistad. Recientemente he podido añadir uno mas a la lista y es el cambio de intereses. Nuestras vidas como personas nos llevan a diferentes lugares tanto físicos como situacionales, moldeando de forma constante la definición del yo que tenemos. Creo que puedo con seguridad decir que todos tenemos los compañeros de estudios; algunos de ellos también son seguramente nuestros amigos; pero al pasar los años nuestras vidas se transforman y las cosas que antes nos unían no están mas ahí para hacerlo y la relación no es mas una de amistad. El mejor ejemplo de esto recuerdo haberlo visto en una publicación y era acerca de dos niños que crecieron jugando juntos y que la vida de ambos al divergir, los volvió a reunir muchos años después en una revuelta social donde uno de ellos era policía y el otro protestante a punto de chocar uno contra el otro, listos a defender las causas que cada uno consideraba loable.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="b">Hay como siempre excepciones de la regla; excepciones en las que tiempo espacio y ocupación no producen un cambio significativo en la calidad de la relación; pero creo eso quiere al final decir que la divergencia no fue tan grande como creíamos y ambas personas se han mantenido en su esencia básicamente las mismas de tal forma que las personalidades de ambas personas resuenan una con la otra cada vez que se encuentran. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="b">Tengo la gran fortuna personal de contar en mi vida con ciertos de esos individuos, personas que a pesar de los cambios en su vida, sus éxitos y fracasos, logran siempre conversar de la misma manera que lo han hecho siempre, con ningún dejo de orgullo o arrogancia. Al final creo que eso significa que nuestros caminos a pesar de ir separados se mantuvieron paralelos y las experiencias que vivimos nos hicieron diferentes no así nuestra esencia que permaneció inmutable al paso del tiempo, como la luz del sol y el brillas de las estrellas.</span></span></div>
Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-73536569094091377062013-10-20T05:39:00.000-07:002013-10-20T05:49:02.126-07:00Dan Brown's Inferno – A review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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world that is explored through the book. Today I set forth on a
analysis of the contents of the book. The analysis, it is for all
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yet read the book, this means that an effort will be made to avoid
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not being the first book
of Dan Brown, it is somehow inevitable to compare it to his previous
works. Its more known being the da Vinci Code, a remarkable piece of
mystery with a great background that narrates the adventures of the
Harvard professor Robert Langdon as he becomes the receipt of a
message left to him by a dead man. Let us then start with what we
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is immediately
noticeable that the components of the story are similar to those that
appeared before in the previous books of Mr. Brown, the elements to
no surprise are: a female co-protagonist, A country in western Europe
where the events unfold, Mr Langdon himself of course and of course
as well art. These elements are those that are found in all the
books, in this time though in a different maybe more dynamic matter.
The element that also repeats is the one of the secret societies or
organizations for that matter, that I guess, came to no surprise. The
role of the female co-protagonist is one that is recurrent as well as
necessary for the plot and in all cases acts as the counterbalancing
element to the personality and abilities of Mr. Langdon. In this as
it is in the previous cases is a woman with strong intellect and
interesting resources that takes them both out of the complicated
situations. Another common thing is that they all have a strong
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this has already been stated, it must be mentioned again. It is
inevitable to compare Inferno with its predecessors, and although one
does not intentionally (or consciously for that matter) does it, one
can make a very educated guess about the ending as well as the fate
of some of the characters just by having read any of the previous
book and putting together two plus two. One noticeable example for
this is the death factor present in all the books. We may have
guessed that one or more of the main characters would end up dead. We
did not get disappointed, although I dare say that that was indeed
predictable. Another interesting element to be mentioned in this
section is the writing style, this is both predictable as well as the
signature style of Mr. Brown, it can be encompassed as predicable
since it is to be expected that after some tension in the plot with
certain character is created the chapter ends abruptly leaving us at
the edge of the seat and hoping to find out soon what happened, and
since the next chapter starts with some other character role in the
events, that indeed helps to keep the reader interested or at least
curious.
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The
book itself is good according to my own opinion since it kept me
interested from the beginning to the end, as it awoke as well my
interest in the texts of Dante and the symbolism and the art that
inspired it and in the one the text inspired later on. Therefore I'd
like to cover the aspects of the book that I found special, some of
those might even fall in the negative categories discussed before,
but it is the dual nature of its content that gives the book life and
richness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>The art of the Italian
Renaissance</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One
of the most remarkable things I found in the book is the art. Brown
does his homework well when it comes to the art involved in the books
and immerse us in its meaning and context through the eyes of the art
professor personified in Robert Langdon. Sculptures, paintings and
architecture are explored by the duo through the book. These
masterpieces alone are not what makes them worth of praise but the
company of its historical background and significance during the
Renaissance adds the necessary spice to make one feel immediately
related to them. The paintings in particular are worth of mention
since the strong descriptions make one feel captured by its
gravitational pull. I am myself not an art historian and my
appreciation of it is not at all educated, but I am of the idea that
when the right context is provided, the reasons for that something to
become interesting jump into our faces. History about this period of
Italy is the utmost characteristic that I found fascinating. The book
immerse us into the Renaissance of course but also with the context
of the event that devastated most of Europe during that century. That
event is no other that the black plague, object also of many
depictions and artistic works that portraits the horror suffered by
the people during that era.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>The technology</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There
is a statement at the beginning of the book that says that all the
technology and organizations presented in the book are real. Of
course not exactly as it is presented in the book but real indeed. It
is not to be forgotten that the reach of the technology in the book
might be out of proportion or better said, too far head of our time.
If we again recall the technology from angel and demos, it is easy to
see that although a technology such as the LHC (Large hadron
collider) exists it is not to be understood that had the capability
of isolating black matter as it was suggested in the book. Again,
black matter is a scientific fact (or more of a educated belief) but
it is to this day not possible by human means to harvest or collect
any. This same idea applies to inferno. The plot of the book spins
around the biotechnology and the advantages it poses for the human
development, to be more specific it does it around the genetic
engineering and its possible effects in the human race for good and
for evil purposes. The facts presented in the book are indeed
plausible but might be some years away from us now. Another
interesting aspect was the surveillance technologies presented in the
book. I liked personally very much the idea of the helicopter drone
that pursued Landon and Dr. Miller thorough the book. These machines
are as real as it gets, and with much higher military capabilities
than those portrayed in the book. We can also recently recall the
most recent espionage scandal that captured the attention of the
world media. A single man decided to face an entire nation into
exposing what he wholeheartedly believed to be of evil intent, he
showed the extent into which communications can be traced, and
analyzed, something we always know was possible but knowing it for
certain did indeed startled everyone at least a bit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Summary</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
book offers a fresh new adventure of the Prof. Langdon and his </span></span><i><span style="font-style: normal;">Femme
fatale</span></i><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
co protagonist, </span></span><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-weight: normal;">while
maybe a bit predictable and framed in similar mechanics as its
predecessors it still manages to set the path for further adventures
of the charismatic professor of the mickey mouse watch. The story is
well researched, elaborated and with good elements that keep the
reader interested. The framework of the Renaissance is a great plus
that makes up for a good combination that proves to add a mystery
factor to the plot, not to forget that also presents history and
culture in a different form, maybe a bit diluted but still manages to
pull off the job of keeping it fresh and interesting. I recommend
reading the book and judging for yourselves. Whether you have read
before or not the adventures of Prof. Langdon, it is in any case a
book totally worth reading, with the necessary elemtns to make it
maybe not memorable but source of good entertainment and
conversation.</span></span></span></div>
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Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-40604607990925951292013-10-13T23:04:00.000-07:002013-10-14T03:01:30.872-07:00A short speech to graduates<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On the 10th of October I had the honor to deliver a speech to a group of more than fifty International students at the university of Kaiserslautern, the ocassion was the completion of their graduate studies, among them was Master and Doctorate graduates. After some inspiration search this is what I wrote for them...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dear graduates, distinguished guests, it is my very honor to stand here today and to congratulate you for completing your graduate studies. You now belong to the 6% of human kind that came this far and that is worth of praise.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The success you celebrate today did not come for free, for we shall never forget the sleepless nights, a place called home we left behind, the fears and struggles that gripped our hearts during these years. But you believed in your cause, you fought back relentlessly and conquered.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You may ask yourselves now, yes we are here, yes we succeeded in our studies, but now what? What lies beyond? What should we do?<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I say: look into your hearts and seek once more the inspiration that brought you here, for the heart is never wrong and always knows what it wants, it is then in us to have the courage to follow its voice.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Whatever road you choose to follow will not be an easy one, but it will be yours to walk, and it will be full of wonders, of places and marvelous people. Some people will cross your path once, some may stay longer, but from all, you shall learn, and as you walk, the road will see you become wise and mature, and you shall then understand that the difficulties of the road were there for a reason, and that reason was to make you become who you are.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You started this road some years ago as students, now you are not only graduates, but something bigger. You came here as Mexicans, Indians, Russians and became instead citizens of the world; people with great social conscience that hold the promise for a better world for us all. Here you did not learn only science but also the value of friendship, the warm spirit of the people of this beautiful country and an experience that changed forever who you are.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">May our paths cross again I wish, may the fire in your hearts keep burning and take you where you always dreamed, and that you never forget these years, your alma mater and the amazing people you met.<br /><br />In the words of William Ernest Henley I say to you today: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.</span></div>
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Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0Kaiserslautern, Germany49.4400657 7.749126499999988549.2748212 7.4264029999999881 49.6053102 8.0718499999999889tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-63737900846299602722012-11-02T12:00:00.001-07:002013-10-13T23:09:10.008-07:00Dia de muertos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Día de muertos es mi celebración favorita. Es la mas llena de color y la que más representa el espíritu de las familias de los mexicanos. Hoy escribo mi calavera con motivo de este día. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Estaba un día la muerte reposando en su sillón, </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">cuando vió que era día de muertos, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">y se puso de nuevo en acción.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Se levantó muy temprano, se puso a hacer ejercicio,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">porque sabía le esperaba un largo día en su oficio.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pasadas las doce del día la flaca se puso en camino,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">se fué buscando a Angel, porque le dijeron que se había ido.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pasada la una, llegó por fin la muerte a Tampico, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">con sed y cansancio, descansó a la sombra de un farolito. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Después del descanso empezó a caminar,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">y tanto anduvo la muerte hasta que se terminó por broncear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Al cabo de un rato dió con la dirección, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">abrió Pachito la puerta y entonces le preguntó.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"¡Hola Doña Pachito! ¿Como está usted?, vengo buscando a Angel, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">sabrá Usted acaso, donde lo encuentro a él?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pachito no se inmutó, y a la huesuda le respondió </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Angel está en Morelia, está hoy con mi hermana,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">si te apuras lo encuentras, está ahí hasta el fin de semana". </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">La muerte se despidió, se hizo de nuevo al camino, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">tomó un autobus, y dejó la ciudad de Tampico.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">En Morelia la muerte, menuda sorpresa encontró, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">al saber que para el autobus sin dinero se quedó. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Subió a pie la cuesta, empinada y polvosa,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">y al llegar a la cima, estaba toda sudada y tierrosa.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Tocó de nuevo a la puerta, preguntó por el susodicho, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">y Doña Licha le dijo, "Angel se fué a Alemania, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">aquí nada mas pasó de camino".</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Con nada de gracia, recibió la muerte la noticia, estaba ya cansada</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">y Angel no aparecía.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Decidida a encontrarlo, la muerte tomó un avión, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">tomó su maleta y se puso en acción. Viajo hasta Kaiserslautern, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">con el tren regional, solo para encontrarse que no iba a llegar puntual.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Al fin llegó la muerte, hasta el edifcio y encontró el piso, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">donde vive Angel y sus vecinos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Con mucha ilusión de poder por fin encontrarlo, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">timbró a la puerta la muerte, pero no hubo resultado.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Trató de nuevo y alguien abrió, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">la muerte no hablaba Alemán, eso se le olvidó.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Con señas y manos, la huesuda se dió a entender </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">y de las palabras algo logró componer,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"se fué a Rusia con su mujer", la muerte no lo podía creer, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">le dió media vuelta a la tierra y aún no lo encontraba a él.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Férrea como sus huesos, la huesuda no desistió, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">tomó de nuevo el tren, y al aeropuerto regresó,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Un boleto para Rusia" dijo en el mostrador.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Llegó la muerte a Rusia, mas flaca que cuando salió, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">cansada y ojerosa y ya hasta sin equipaje llegó. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">El sombrero roto y la gabardina rasgada, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">estaba que se la llevaba la fregada.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Entro a un lugar de comida, quería algo de comer, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">y todo lo que había era Vodka con Chyburiek. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Estaba la muerte comiendo, renegando de su azar,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">cuando de pronto vió a Angel por la calle pasar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Afilando la guadaña salió la muerte del local, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">esperando por fin su tarea completar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cien metros adelante, con jovialidad y energía, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">caminaba Angel disfrutando del paseo del día. Poco sabía,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">que la muerte venía y que a toda velocidad, sobre sus huellas se movía.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A casi cincuenta metros, ya casi para llegar, se tropezó la muerte</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">y con un oso se fué a encontrar. Un oso, sí, un oso polar, de esos grandes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">que dan miedo nada mas de mirar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Nunca antes así la muerte corrió, delante de un oso polar que casi se la comió.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Muy rápido pasó corriendo y toda la gente de ella se quedaba riendo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Y así corriendo y corriendo alguien la oyó decir, "¡maldición, maldición, esta vez pudiste huir, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">pero el año que entra, conmigo vas a venir!".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ahí va la muerte entre la estepa, con la guadaña en la mano y un oso tras su cabeza,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">llora y llora porque no pudo encontrar, al costeñito al que este día de muertos salío a buscar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">FIN</span></blockquote>
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Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-84797320259577688682012-07-03T11:40:00.000-07:002013-10-13T23:20:32.245-07:00Mensaje para una pareja<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">La vida juntos no es una meta en sí, nada termina el día de una boda sino todo lo contrario, es meramente el inicio del camino que juntos habrán de recorrer. Los llevará a muchos lugares, algunos maravillosos, algunos salidos de la mas horrible de las pesadillas. Y lo que habrá de mantenerlos juntos será entonces la confianza que tengan en el otro, la paciencia, el cariño y la sabiduría que juntos puedan conjurar. Habrá también días cortos, dias largos, días que se parecerán mucho el uno al otro y cuando esto llegara a suceder sepan reconocer que la rutina toca a su puerta, y contra ella deberán de luchar, juntos, porque es un enemigo férreo que no cede terreno y cuando lo hace lo hace reluctante y reacio a dejar la batalla. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pero ustedes habrán de ganarla, es difícil saber como, nadie lo sabe, pero si saben con que armas cuentan, cuentan con la tolerancia a los problemas del otro, con la paciencia de escucharse, con el entusiasmo de emprender cosas nuevas, y ah que importante es esta última! entusiasmo y energía, estas dos como el tiempo que clamamos nunca tener no aparecen de la nada, nosotros las conjuramos y las hacemos presentes aquí y ahora. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Interesense en las actividades del otro y encuentren las que tienen los dos en común, contra esto la rutina no puede pelear, la imaginación y la creatividad son sus enemigos mortales. Cuiden de si mismos, que solo los años hagan su mella natural en su imagen y en su semblanza, pero es un poder que solo el tiempo tiene y que deben arrebatar a la rutina, la falta de ganas, la montonía, los malos hábitos y el desgano. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sean felices y traten de serlo con todas sus energías, sueñen, observen y busquen el horizonte siempre sabiendo que siempre hay algo mas que descubrir, algo que hace que la flama del corazón siga ardiendo y manteniendo el calor en nuestros cuerpos y en nuestras mentes. No dejen de maravillarse el uno del otro, maravillense del hecho de que existe alguien que los ama como son, alguien que está dispuesto a cruzar los infiernos dantescos si fuera necesario, una persona como escoge estar al lado nuestro por su propia voluntad y deseo. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No abandonen sus sueños, ellos son el alma de la existencia de nosotros como seres humanos. Forjense nuevos comunes que les den el empuje diario para llegar hasta ellos, cuando los sueños salgan por la ventana, el amor seguirá su mismo ejemplo en poco tiempo, pero estará solo en ustedes hacerlo que se quede en casa y que se sienta cómodo y olgado y será su amigo y guía y los llevará a lugares que no conocieron antes, lugares que solo el conoce y cuyo secreto celosamente protege.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Y por último ámense, y ámense todos los días, que el verdadero amor se descubre a través de la práctica de amar y no de las palabras.</span><br />
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Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-57598281614255894742012-06-20T01:56:00.002-07:002013-10-13T23:23:13.059-07:00Poemas cortos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hoy con mi primera incursión en la poesía. Con dos poemas cortos de mi propia autoría.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style=""><b>El
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">Claro
de luna que alumbras su largo cabello, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">con
perfume de rosas y sabor a cielo, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">te
pido me concedas poder ser siempre </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">el
guardián de su sueño </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">y
poder cada mañana verla despertar </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">y
decirle te quiero.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style=""><b>Luz
y mar</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">Dame
por favor un beso, que si no me lo das me muero, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">porque
contigo tengo, en mi propia casa mi propio universo, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">pero
espera! No te vayas, que quiero decirte un secreto, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">y
este es que te necesito, como las plantas la luz y los navíos al
puerto. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">Ahora
ve! sabiendo lo que por ti siento </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">pero
regresa por favor para poder sentirme otra vez completo. </span></span><br />
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Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-84787408415826824502012-06-18T08:34:00.001-07:002012-06-20T03:05:15.836-07:00About being polite to one self<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were thought in school and at home with our parents while
growing up that we should be respectful and polite to others, and as we grow up
we learn and practice some common polite attitudes to others. We learn that we
should say "I am sorry" if we bump into someone by accident, or
"excuse me" if you are going through a crowd in the subway. But
although my parents made a good job with the manners towards other people in
the society, I do not remember anything about being polite and respectful to
myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What does it encompass being polite to one self? My personal
opinion about it is that the concept includes respecting your body, fulfilling
your own expectations and plans about yourself and reaching out for a better
you in any form this may present. To be more precise about these points I'd
like to put out some examples about this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our body houses our mind, and for those who believe in it
also our soul. Our consciousness and the mere essence of our existence leaves
shielded within our body. And since our body can move on its own, we can
explore, discover and remember a incredibly vast number of things during our
life time. The respect for the body involves several things, among those
important for me is its good functioning. We are responsible to put in our body
what it needs and not what damages it, as we are equally responsible for
keeping it tuned. I remember when I had my car it was always in my best
interest to have it fined tuned so it could answer to my very slightest
command. If we expect this performance from our machines, why should we expect
different from our bodies?. "the ultimate machine" (our body) in the
end will be with us as long as there is live in it, so better to respect it for
its awesomeness and to treat it politely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we observe the animals in the nature, several things
can be observed, and among those there is the fact that animals do not try to
improve themselves outside from whatever is related to feeding themselves. In
the other hand, we human beings have in our own nature the defiance and the
purposefulness of pushing our limits in every aspect of our lives. Imagine the
first person who tried to see how high they could jump or how fast they could
swim only to find out that they could out do themselves, and they thought
"is it really it?" cannot we go higher, move faster, dive deeper?,
and I guess the answer was "there has to be more to it" and since
then until now, we have always tried to surpass ourselves and others by
extension. Beating oneself at what we every day do is a matter of discipline
and purpose, which either or in the end we end up coming short of. But as the
changes manifest themselves and we start seeing them in ourselves, we become
then believers, believers in that it might be true that this force of change
also lives inside of us. Respecting ourselves is also reaching out for
something better than we are now, "being better" has a personal and
unique definition, for some it might being faster, for others, to be able to
speak another language, whatever the case, it helps us reach out a little for
something, and that as well keep our hearts and our soul alive. After all, we
stop living only when we stop wanting something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In this last point of today I will risk repeating myself,
but anyway I'll go forth and put it out there. We all have a mental image of
how we would like to be, and I'd like to divide this image in the attitude and
looks. In the looks I would say goes how we would like to look, we of course
have an idea of how we want to be, and how we want people to perceive us.
Trying to go towards this point is another way of respecting one self, simply
because is part of our self-realization. The second part is the one of the
attitudes. How many times we have said to ourselves that we would like to be
more punctual or more attentive or a bit ruder to the people who are mean to us
at certain times. Attitude change is the hardest I guess because they are
trained behaviors that we have practiced for a long time, maybe all our lives.
No changes happens overnight, and if we learn to recognize the attitudes we are
unhappy with and work a little every day on them, I am almost certain that they
will change as times goes by.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
</div>Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-11028746832845344822011-08-13T15:00:00.000-07:002012-06-20T02:52:47.032-07:00Selfportait #1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here on the idea that I took from one person on internet. The idea is pretty basic as it is creative. One selfportait per week. So here is the first. I personally think is a good project, now let's just keep it alive.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="">Vaya que es</span> dificíl aprender un nuevo idioma y aún estando en el país donde se habla. En el proceso de aprender un poco mas de Alemán he descubierto muchas cosas referentes tanto al idioma como a la cultura que gira en torno a él. Y además he tenido la oprtunidad y la suerte de conocer buenos amigos que siempre están dispuestos a compartirme un poco mas. Hoy me gustaría narrar un poco acerca de mi experiencia acerca del este interesate y chido idioma que aun sigo aprendiendo y admirando.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pues resulta que en cualquier idioma conocer las palabras literales de como decir mesa, silla, cuchara y un sin numero de objetos es relativamente sencillo, se requiere solo un poco de dedicación y de memoria para poder retenerlas pero que pasa cuando estas comiendo con mas personas y resulta que al estar platicando notas que alguien te ve con un poco de ceño fruncido y después te enteras de lo que dijiste tiene dos significados siendo uno de ellos no del todo agradable para una comida o para todo tipo de personas. Otra de las cosas que giran alrededor del idioma es la cultura del país y de la gente. Y esto obviamente se ve reflejado de la misma manera en como la gente se expresa en su idioma. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Aquí si tu quieres expresar que tu hablas un idioma, es mas entendible y normalmente aceptado por todos decir que uno "puede" el idioma, cosa que de pronto si causa un poco de corto circuito cerebral ya que nunca en la vida me pude imaginar que las personas puedan un idioma en vez de hablarlo. Pero si se analiza del punto de vista de los locales tiene mas sentido. ¿Cómo? Pues al ser el idioma una habilidad humana es posible decir que se puede hacer como el nadar, correr o cualquier otra actividad de índole física. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Otras de las cosas que he podido observar es que existen muchos dialectos (no tantos) del idioma en el país, pero no es el caso como los dialéctos de América si no mas bien del tipo variaciones extremas del mismo idioma normal, de las cuales solo es posible reconocer algunas palabras en común, siendo la pronunciación y las palabras diferentes completamente del idioma normal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Y es de igual manera interesate observar que incluso los propios locales tienen en ocasiones dificultades para entenderse con las personas que solo hablan un dialecto de la region de donde son originarios. Esto a mi como no hablante del idioma como lengua materna es un gran obstaculo, no demasiado en el sentido que toda la gente que asiste a la escuela es entrenada y educada en la forma pura del idioma y no en dialecto. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Un par de ocasiones me he topado con esta situacón personalmente pero han sido pocas y pude encontrar la manera de transmitir mi idea a la persona con la que quería comunicarme. En la siguiente etrega me gustaría ahondar mas dentro de la cultura del idioma y como una persona como yo proveniente de otro país la ve y tal vez enriquecer un poco a los lectores que se interesen por aprender este interesante y exacto idioma....</span><br />
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Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-80426972265653641212011-04-25T10:05:00.000-07:002012-06-20T02:54:42.591-07:00Mexico<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought this time of making this picture as my home country goes trough many problems as never before in its history. And sadly enough it is a problem that grew by itself slowly and continuously over the years. After a lot of thinking and talking about it with the people, one of the conclusions I came up with was that the culture degradation and the lack of unity sense as a country, community, city, neighborhood etc. brought the country to the actual social state it finds itself into. How to get out of it is the big question with no unique answer. From the many possible options, I do know that staying the same is just not an option. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I guess due to human nature, we want results now, fast and permanent which I am pretty sure do not exist. Real change is forged and not improvised or brought from the heavens and i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">t'll take years until there is a real change in people's life. But</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I am also convinced that the people has the power to revert the problem, it requires a great deal of sacrifice and a big paradigm change. As I read in a book a couple of months ago. The real problem is how we see the problem. And when the people finally understand that bribery, corruption and drugs exist; is because as any other product there are those who offer it and those who buy it, if there is no one there to buy, it'll for sure stop being offered. I do hope to see the situation to make a turn for the better, and as a single individual I do as I can to create awareness in the people and with the certainty that everyday is a new beginning.</span></div>
</div>Angel Canizaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13393734842417792791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970841659765867641.post-45360385608233112062011-01-26T14:45:00.000-08:002011-01-26T14:45:30.641-08:00Drawing with light<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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