Sunday, August 3, 2008

How Does A Ceiling Get Wet?

not want to leave this port


The other day I began my self-questioning about what I've learned over the years of blogging.
I think I have not used a cap, a series of x reasons. The main one is that I have too much free time and if they persist in the sleepless nights or letting unveiling attack me, I'll have a zombie air will not be at all nice, although they can give me an enigmatic air. But a film be grave. Paso.

Perhaps therefore deserve to have some academic underestimate me in your area, but I do not think that's fair, I am not like him, an academic. The I recognize is that I dispense my time more earnestly, as if it were life to me, as if a molecular revolution broke out and demand my presence. It is with this and enjoy what you learn. What do you think?

This route of self-questioning, I realize that Puerto Asterix, my first blog, has turned into an experience that shows me how my potential had subsided in the 90's. I mean the creative force in those years because I went through as the vast majority of Peruvians, a very hard stage, which the couple were years of friends, wandering paths, discoveries. That is, no I read too but we should consider to read "too" is devoted to reading and what I did is read but does not as a student of literature and when I boarded thinkers, to José Carlos Mariategui, Montaigne, Nietzsche, Foucault until Deleuze, my cranial support was not exactly open up the deeper interstices.

Everywhere I see indifference to discover beyond what they give you educational programs. Or on the other hand I do not delve into what you offer. There is enough material to study. It's a rich universe.

When you know beyond what you do with newspapers and all the established and familiar, have the potential to look much more and if it is true that this world is not a place of flowers and dreams pop, it is also true that you can feel the pleasure from other shores . It's like being born again several times. Yes, I think it is. And depression has no place. Or you can be sad but there is so much to know and live, that sadness does not go away but not kill. You could say I'm contradicting the old Emile * and what I believe is that in no way renounce the pessimism: I assume as pessimism dynamic, proactive.

sometimes wanted to be an astronaut and living in outer space some time, with music reflecting on the radical solitude. Just for a while. But it is necessary for meditation and self-questioning have lived in these years of blogging.

I keep writing here in Puerto Asterix.
I put this template, because I really liked since I saw his film reminiscent static, the air post-rocker and although the letters together and posts are not optimal for reading, I'll leave for the port, I think temporarily as part of an intention, a whole on this blog that I will continue writing, but not post daily.

Did anyone think that I let go of the links? With the new mask of Delicious, the previous linkage I had expired and I apologize if I'm immediately aware of the event (Delicious with new domain, go!). I've updated.
I like the idea of \u200b\u200bthe link. It's like a record of all blogs aquelllos, spacios with which there is a permanent relationship, but do not comment on them. Always be near, to make the click and scroll through them, sharing their rhythms and findings, what is the great community cybernauts who writes blogs.

Tonic blogger!. We see here and there. Major salutes for all Abraxas which are molecules with multiply and bring us closer, siempreeee!



* Emile Cioran.
Illustration taken from Google.

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