Archive for December, 2006

Oscar Wilde

December 29, 2006

Unas cuantas citas de alguien que no sólo era un gran escritor, también era una gran persona.

  • One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
  • A mask tells us more than a face.
  • Art is not something which you can take or leave. It is a necessity of human life.
  • The true artist is a man who believes absolutely in himself, because he is absolutely himself.
  • Philosophies fall away like sand and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of autumn; but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.
  • No man dies for what he knows to be true. Men die for what they want to be true.
  • Reformation is a much more painful process than punishment, is indeed punishment in its most aggravated and moral form.
  • The most terrible thing about imprisonment is not that it breaks one’s heart – hearts are made to be broken – but that it turns one’s heart to stone.
  • Everything is dangerous… If it wasn’t so, life wouldn’t be worth living.
  • An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.
  • Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality.
  • Cynicism is merely the art of seeing things as they are instead of as they ought to be.
  • Experience is the name that everyone gives to their mistakes.
  • Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.
  • People are afraid to themselves nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one’s self.
  • We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.
  • Emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of life.
  • Friendship is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.
  • To know anything about oneself one must know all about others.
  • We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
  • Each of us has Heaven and Hell in him.
  • To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
  • All love is a tragedy.
  • Love dos not traffic in a marketplace. Its joy, like the joy of the intellect, is to feel itself alive. The aim of Love is to love.
  • If you want to know want a woman really means – which, by the way, is always a dangerous thing to do – look at her, don’t listen to her.
  • We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
  • Suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys.
  • Science is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon eternal truths.
  • In nature there is, for me at any rate, healing power.
  • Poetry should be like a crystal; it should make life more beautiful and less real.
  • The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the thing it has forbidden to itself.
  • There are terrible temptations that it requires strength, strength and courage, to yield to.
  • Incomprehensibility is a gift. Not everyone has it.
  • To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
  • To have a capacity for a passion and not to realize it is to make oneself incomplete and limited.
  • There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.


December 13, 2006

En estas épocas la venta de juguetes de marca florece de manera particular, sin embargo, yo no tengo muchos recuerdos de ese tipo de juguetes en mi infancia, en parte porque no había mucho dinero, en parte por ideologías de mis padres y en parte porque no me hacían falta.

No se necesita una muñeca costosa cuando se puede animar un florero, lápices de colores, canicas, números o notas musicales (algunas de mis historias se basaban en compatibilidades numéricas o musicales).

Una cosa muy divertida era ir a la maderería que quedaba atrás de mi casa a pedir los pedazos que ya no servían, con eso construíamos una gran cantidad de cosas. Teníamos todo el equipo completo de cazafantasmas, pistolas de rayos, trampas, contenedores, un ECTO-1 (tipo avalancha) y un ECTO-2 (su remolque); en la cisterna que nunca se usa construimos un laboratorio subterráneo (estaba muy chido).

Entre los juguetes que si recuerdo está uno que creo se llamaba Estrategia, o algo así. Era para dos jugadores, cada uno tenía un castillo, tipo medieval, dos torres, una bandera, bloques (para la muralla), fichas/municiones, una catapulta y una ballesta. El objetivo era tirar la bandera del contrario, pero como era muy pequeña y costaba trabajo darle con la catapulta, había que destruir la muralla para golpear la puerta del castillo, eso accionaba un resorte que tiraba la bandera. Muchas veces no había con quien jugar, así que yo solita me ponía a construir y disparar.

Más que los juguetes, los libros de cuentos eran mis preferidos, al grado que ese gusto me llevó a cometer mi primer ilícito…… le robé un libro a mi prima…… pero a ella ni le gustaba, ni cuenta se dio… y yo fui muy feliz… J

Sí había juegos de video, pero nunca me han llamado mucho, si Snow, has de pensar que me pierdo de mucho, pero no se me da.

P.D. El ECTO-2 después fue el hogar de un conejo que lo apestó, murió heroicamente.

Feliz (2)

December 6, 2006

Prometí poner algo feliz, le pregunté a un amigo y habló de esta mariposa, así que les pongo una bonita foto en lo que hago tiempo para escribir más cosas.


Sorry, por lo menos debì poner el nombre…

Death’s-head Hawk-moth Acherontia atropos (Linnaeus)
The Death’s-head Hawk-moth acquired its common name due to the presence of a skull-like marking on the thorax of this large (100-135mm wingspan) moth.
This distinctive marking has resulted inthe moth being widely regarded as an omen of death. A closely related species, the Eastern Death’s-head Hawk- moth featured in the thriller film ‘Silence of the Lambs’. The Death’s-head Hawk- moth is not resident in the British Isles but is an immigrant to these shores, being usually recorded in the south and east of England but it has been found further north. Its range outside of the UK includes southern Europe, Africa and the Middle East.