Una vez fui una estrella...

Nada, eso solo haciendo un post-it de lo interesante que seria escribir un cuento de una persona recordando su vida pasada de estrella desde un punto de vista humano. Como su labor era calentar a sus planetas, fusionar hidrogeno, crear nuevos elementos, estar en armonia con la galaxia.. no se, como se fueran inteligencias, quizs inteligencias todo amor

Siempre me ha dado curiosidad...

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Siempre me ha dado curiosidad a que sabrá la carne humana. Al parecer, es casi indistinguible del sabor de una fina ternera

Seabrook had the opportunity to try it himself, getting a portion of stew with rice as well as a "sizeable rump steak, also a small loin roast to cook or have cooked" however he wanted. The source, Seabrook stated, was a recently killed man, but he was not murdered.[1] He reported that, "It was like good, fully developed veal, not young, but not yet beef. It was very definitely like that, and it was not like any other meat I had ever tasted. It was so nearly like good, fully developed veal that I think no person with a palate of ordinary, normal sensitiveness could distinguish it from veal. It was mild, good meat with no other sharply defined or highly characteristic taste such as for instance, goat, high game, and pork have. The steak was slightly tougher than prime veal, a little stringy, but not too tough or stringy to be agreeably edible. The roast, from which I cut and ate a central slice, was tender, and in color, texture, smell as well as taste, strengthened my certainty that of all the meats we habitually know, veal is the one meat to which this meat is accurately comparable."[

William Seabrook


Interesante!

My NanoWriMo quotes :D

I know that no one is ever reading my novel (Hell no! over my dead body!) that's why I'm copying here the quotes that I like the most, and that made me laugh, or made me imagine my character very vivid, and love them (or hate them)

After is finished, I will make a short version, so you know what it is about.


This is Nicolasa, the house keeper of Venancio.

-Ay mijo! Buenas tardes será y tú? Tú que tienes? Mijo si estas verde como un apio!! disculpeme señor Venancio, usted sabe que yo no soy así de entrometida pero.. ayer no le ví buena cara pues, imagínese! Que se me muere uno acá en la pensión y después la policia y todo eso! Ay jajaja! Ay, ay disculpeme, volvi a abrir la bocota, Usted sabe que yo soy un poco indiscreta pero bueno, todo en broma, nada en serio, nada señor Venancio disculpeme la molestia, pero.. pero hábleme! No se me quede viendo así vale! Esta bien? Mire, tengo hervido de costilla allá abajo que me sobró, quiere un poco? Seguro tiene una de esas gripes que están dando ahora.. Fortísimas! Al marido de Estela le dió una gripe que imaginese, Influenza! Estuvo 4 días en cama con fiebre, delirando, buneo eso dice el porque en sus delirios sólo llamaba por una silvia, contál que Estela le acompañó pero más vale que el pobre hombre se hubiera muerto, porque ahora está mas caliente que plancha de chino esa mujer! Y tiene su razón--- Pero, señor Venancio, usted está bien? Viene entonces?

And for my American readers too: (there are very typical wording that I can't quite translate)

Oh boy! You mean good afternoon, and you? what do you have? You look green like a celery! Mr. Venancio excuse me, you know I'm not like the intrusive but .. yesterday you didn't look too well, and, think about it! If someone dies here on the pension, then I have to deal with the cops and all that jazz! Oh haha! Oh, oh excuse me, I opened my big mouth again, you know I'm a bit intrusive but hey, all's a joke, nothing serious, nothing Mr. Venancio Excuse me for the inconvenience, but .. but talk to me! don't stare at me like that! Okay? Look, I have some leftover broth downstairs,Do you want some? I'm sure is one of those colds that are around town .. They're very strong! Estela's husband had the flu , think about it!, Influenza! He Was 4 days in bed with fever, delirium, well, says he, because in his delusions he only called for a Silvia, So, Estela accompanied until he got better, but I think it would have been better if the poor man had died, because now she is pissed off! And she has a point --- But Mr. Venancio, Are you Ok? are you coming ?

NaNoWriMo IST HIER!

Allas! It is time for me to start writing this thing...!
My divinatory skills shows me a 50000 word novel full of sorrow and dispair.. lol!

On other news, I've been dreaming in french for the last 2 days :-) How cool is that?

Random thoughts..

Random thoughts while walking...
- About magic: It is a joke to think that one person have the power to "dominate" the nature (dominating the nature, would be like.. dominating God). But, I do think that one person can influence the "flow" of nature. In other words, If God is a river, you will not and can not make a dam and modify its course, but you can, humbly, take a small woodstick and draw a small line, and a few drops of the river will flow by that channel

- Another thing I've been thinking, but its hard to explain. you can't adore "God" we.. can't understand God. so we divide it, Christians don't worship God, but Jesus, the Holy Spirit, the Virgin . Wiccans worship the Father and the Mother, even Jews meditate about the Ten Aspects of the God.
We need to pray to something more.. human, more like us. God is..so everything, that, why he would help us to accomplish our everyday tasks? No,
That's why we pray on angels, and virgins, Gods and Godesses...

at the end, they are all the same. everything is God, there is a bit of truth in every single religion :-)

I guess next time I'll be talking about the will and the ritual and why do I consider this to be of *extreme* importance

volviendose loca, Sally

meditating

In a gigantic effort for keeping my blog alive, I'll post what I've been up to this last couple of days.

I'm trying to meditate a bit. I'll start by saying that my mind just won't shut up. is constantly bla bla bla, this that, having great ideas too, which I am not complaining of course but..
Sometimes is just too much!
So after seeing a thread in my lovely LHC community I decided I should try meditation.
Of course, immediately my head started rambling and preparing a huge meditation ritual and this and that, and trying to combine everything that I had read but I told myself "shhhh!" and decided to start simple.
Just put my times for 3 minutes (in silence because I didn't wanted to be scared lol) and... focusing on my breathing.
I've been doing this for a couple of days. I won't say that I am getting good or something, I'm just focusing in thinking "breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out" and have caught myself mind wandering but that's ok I guess.
Like most of my obsessions, I hope I can stick up with this for some time and get really good at it. Sometimes I have troubles living in the present and just feeling with my body and my guts, they feel somewhat disconnected. Hopefully this exercises will help me build up again a good strong connection between both :-)

Oh, and about the LBRP I talked about in the other post, I like it, is a way of praying. Is not that hard and if you do it often you won't feel as clumsy as I did while reading the instructions and performing the ritual :-$. What can I say, I am a woman of habits and rutine. I love having something to do all days at a specific time, and having everything organized

PS. I'll get my TOEFL grades this friday!! So nervous! wish me luck ;-)

Hablando con Jung

Naturalmente, los hombres que nada saben de la natu-
raleza son neuróticos, pues no se adaptan a la realidad. Son
demasiado ingenuos, como niños, y se les debe explicar, por
así decirlo, que son hombres como los demás. Es verdad que
con ello los neuróticos no están todavía curados y sólo
pueden conseguir recuperar la salud si se desprenden del
cieno de cada día. Pero sólo se encuentran a gusto en su
situación de represión, y ¿cómo podrían librarse de ella, si el
psicoanálisis no les revela algo mejor y distinto, si incluso la
teoría los aprisiona y sólo les deja como posibilidad de
solución la decisión «razonable» o «racional» de renunciar
definitivamente a sus chiquilladas? Pero esto es precisa-
mente lo que, por lo visto, no pueden hacer. ¿Y cómo po-
drían hacerlo si no se les descubre algo en que poder apo-
yarse? No se puede rechazar ninguna forma de vida sin
sustituirla por otra. Un modo de vivir totalmente razonable
es en la práctica generalmente imposible, máxime cuando, en
principio, se es un neurótico.

CG Jung

Gracias Jung... Ahora, ¿será que podrias decirme en que se apoyan? O simplemente ¿no se puede hacer?
Aceptemos los sin razones entonces