I'm an all girly girl. With lots of things in her mind. I'm curious about history, movies, environment, music, books, health and art. So yeah, lots of things to talk about
Suena pesimista ¿no? Pero para muchos eso es lo que es.
La franquicia de Harry Potter, que comenzó con los libros y nos encantó con la primera película se convirtió en un macro evento y convirtió a su autora en la única autora billonaria de la historia. De los libros se han vendido alrededor de 794 millones, en inglés o traducidos a 67 idiomas, se han convertido a películas y videojuegos, además, de la línea mercantil y del parque de atracciones.
El mundo mágico de Hogwarts era el imaginario que los niños modernos necesitaban. Algo a donde escapar y poder soñar, algo en lo que creer con la inocencia que solo se tiene a esa edad. En un mundo donde nos prohíben creer en unicornios, en hadas o sirenas, donde ya ni se puede creer en el niño Dios, Harry Potter nos mostraba una opción para creer en la magia. Y la magia llegó y se apoderó de muchos, que compraban libros, disfraces, varas, e iban a cada película viendo como poco a poco Harry iba creciendo.
Muchos maestros afirman que Harry Potter – los libros – les mostraron una forma entretenida de llegar a sus alumnos, de que se interesaran en leer. Y esa fue una generación más conquistada. Harry Potter no es sólo para los niños que necesitan creer en algo, sino también para los adultos, que encuentran profundidad e interés en las historias – y que admitámoslo: también necesitan creer en algo -.
Harry Potter, como libro, fue lanzado en el 97. Hace tres años salió lo que sería el último: Las Reliquias de la Muerte. Como los anteriores, conté con el privilegio de tenerlo en mis manos y devorarlo. De llorar y estresarme con cada encuentro entre Harry y Voldemort. Además, tenía en el fondo un desazón: no quería que se terminara. Sabía que no venían más.
Al final, ganó mi curiosidad, y terminé el libro con una certeza de que nunca más existiría algo como Harry Potter – por más que los fans de Crepúsculo quieran hacérnoslo creer -. Ahora, tres años y cuatro meses después, salió la primera película del libro – que decidieron dividir en dos- y por supuesto, fui de las que asistió al estreno.
El cine estaba lleno, a pesar de ser las 9.30 pm. Hasta la primera silla donde uno queda con mico de ver para arriba estaba full. No era la única que sabía lo cerca que estábamos de no tener más Harry Potter.
La sala entera suspiró, se rió y lloró con la que para mí, es hasta ahora, la mejor película de la saga. De pronto sea mi sentimentalismo, pero creo que los productores y el director quieren que el final sea memorable.
Así que quedan unos siete meses. Antes que llegue la última gran batalla de Harry, Ron y Hermione. Y me hace preguntar algo: ¿Soy la única que siente un poco de dolor, como si estuviera perdiendo algo importante? ¿O será simplemente por lo que soy ñoña?
El asunto es que niños y adultos están viendo lo que es el preámbulo de final. Y espero estar ahí para finalmente poder decir adiós.
Cuando las Torres Gemelas fueron atacadas y el mundo posó su interés en el Medio Oriente en países asajistanescos (Kazajistán, Afganistán, Pakistán) nos auto nombramos jueces y críticos de sus culturas. Estaban locos todos ellos, con sus turbantes, por lo poco aseados que nos parecían y además: ¿cómo viven en esos desiertos?
Las pocas y pobres ciudades que tenían las veíamos iluminadas de noche, no de una manera romántica como París, sino por las bombas que el gran emperador Americano en venganza y en la “búsqueda” de Osama Bin Laden hacía explotar sin importar civiles.
En medio de todo eso, otro aspecto del Medio Oriente salió a relucir: la burka. Para mujeres del Occidente, esto no es más que un instrumento de tortura. Estamos acostumbradas, la mayoría, a vestir como queramos, a lucir nuestro mejor traje. Pero eso, que a mí al principio debo admitirlo me parecía un toldo más que un vestido, es un instrumento de cultura. Para muchas mujeres fue impuesto, y la llegada de Estados Unidos y la tumbada de Sadam Hussein las liberó, pero otras siguen con eso, porque es su cultura y creen en ella. Entonces en nuestro papel de críticos y criticones les decimos locas y sumisas.
Del Medio Oriente y su guerra santa eterna se ha hablado mucho, los colombianos nos estresamos por las nuestras, pero qué diríamos si Europa, madre de la cultura, los derechos y el progreso se estuviera pasatraseando y diciéndole a sus ciudadanos: usted no puede.
Pues precisamente casi me da algo cuando leí, noticia chiquita del rincón olvidado del periódico, que un pueblito italiano quiere prohibir la minifalda y los escotes. Y vuelven los juicios, “es que es inmoral” dice el Alcalde de la ciudad que quiere prohibirlo. ¿Pero quién lo nombró a él juez del buen vestir?
No he sido muy amiga nunca de ninguna de las dos anteriores. Para usar minifalda hay que tener buena pierna y para escote hay que tener buenas… Pero que yo diga “no quiero” a que me digan “no puede” hay un mundo de diferencia: el mundo del “yo-hago-lo-que-quiera”. Ese mundo lo ganamos con la Revolución Francesa y los derechos humanos. ¿A quién le importa cómo yo me vista?
El vestirnos como nos dé la gana, mal o bien, es nuestro derecho. Para todos. Si uno escoge ponerse un turbante, una burka, porque cree en ello, o un vestido sexy, pues es cosa de uno ¿no?
Ambos casos son extremos. Juzgamos el estar cubiertos de pies a cabeza, con la prohibición de mostrar lo más mínimo de piel, y juzgamos cuando se muestra “demasiada” piel. La libertad debería de ser de uno. Del juicio personal si uno quiere o no. Por eso se le llama libertad. Pero como tenemos también la libertad de rajar del otro, también hacemos esa, y el asunto de las libertades se vuelve un ciclo vicioso.
Por eso es que yo digo, que de libertad a libertad nos dieron mucha, y de Libertad de la que habla el Himno Nacional no queda ni pío.
Have you ever had one of those movie-like days?. The kind one sees in Pretty Woman when Julia Roberts is taken on a shopping spree or when every single happy, in-love actress is courted and does nothing without a smile? Well, I had one of those days. And it feels awesome. I literally found myself waking up with a smile on my face, and as much as my coworkers mock me. I'm glad I have it.
So I tried to come up with a song that sums up what I feel and that at the same time fills the expectation of being a great song. Well, let me tell you, there are a lot of songs about love. Good one and bad one. But I had to go with a more modern and really sweet song. Because he is the only exception
Well, one of my favorite TV shows as a child is on his 50th birthday - wich means Pebbels must be around my mom's age, creepy-.
I was thinking what song could come with this, and don't ask me why, I tought of the Beatles. Maybe because both always cheer me up. And make me smile.
On September 24, 1991, DGC records released Nirvana's Nevermind, which didn't exactly set the world on fire at first. The album debuted at No. 144 on the Billboard 200. We all know what happened a few months after that: Nevermind booted Michael Jackson's "Dangerous" from the No. 1 spot in January 1992, "alternative" culture hit the mainstream, a song named after a deodorant became an anthem for millions of disaffected, disinterested youth, Things Were Never The Same Again, yada yada yada. I was just a 3 year old by that time. And still I feel the power of Kurt Cobain singing "Territorial Pissing". So here it is, celebrating 19 years of amazing music. Paying tribut to one of the greatest bands in history.
Imperfection is beauty. Madness is genius And it's better to be Absolutely ridiculous than Absolutely boring. And when it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother With what I do, Then I'm already better than them.
Well, I finally did it. I joined couchsurfer, and I'm hoping someoen who wants a tour of the city contacts me. Trough Kyla (my former american roomate) I know what it's like to feel utterly alone and lost in a new city. Also, next year when I do my bit of traveling, I'd like to meet people, and feel like i have friends somewhere else.
The song that inspired me today is a very old one. Is a song that speaks of the wonders of the world, how beautiful the people, the eart, the oceans, the animals and plants are. Some may say it was simply a song written after too much weed, but I firmly believe it's a song to keep us aware of how lucky we are.
I just found out a cousin my age is having a baby. By itself, that news is no problem. The thing is that I'm 22. I feel I'm so young to even think of a baby, but my 20 year old cousin had her first baby in august. Now he's expecting and I have another cousin who had her little girl at 16.
Having that kind of responsability: to give someone life, to mold someone's life, to support and love unconditionally someone. To leave everything for that being... It may sound selfish but I'm not ready. Here goes the reason for choosing then this song: I am young. We are young. We are supposed to be enjoying this time. To study, to travel, to spend time and money in ourselves.
I must start by making it clear: I am not catholic. My way of beliefs stands somewhere between budhism and atheism. - Wich I must say has created quite a controversy in a hard core catholic family- I've always been a little confused with this lyrics. I believe in spirits, maybe called angels. But the tought of them watching our every single move is creepy. On the other had, I believe there's people so good and pure in this world that deserve to be called angels... I dunno. I think the only people that's inocent enough is children, and from that I know a few very very mean ones.
Still, is a classic song, and a beautiful one. I'll remain having the hope there's angels among us.
This weekend we remembered the 9/11 victims. 9 years ago the world shook with the knowledge america had been atacked. The world trade center disapeared on our watch, the pentagon was attacked and a few brave man made sure noone else sufered by re-taking their kidnapped plane.
A while ago, Nickelback gave the world a song that makes me realize a lot. It is in our power to make things diferent, to give others hope, to make this world a better place.
Not just because of all the parodies that surround it. But because we've all sang it after a heartbreak. In a moment of complete drunkness if this song is somewhere near us played it instantly becomes a himn, a hope. I will survive you.
Well, choosing today's song wasn't so easy as days before. It had to be a happy song, it had to be a hope song. Because as the saying goes "after the storm, comes the quiet".
I think I'm on that place now. The place of normality, tranquility, relax. And I'm happy for it, for myself.
Well, this song was a dedication. From someone who has not only been patient trough time, but definitely persistent.
Metallica has been with me since I can remember. My brother being a huge fan introduced their music and shaped my world for so long, there's nothing I can do not to feel overwhelmed, happy and sad, and full with this perfect combination of strings, lyrics, and deep and perfect rock and roll.
Do you ever miss someone?, Have you ever felt alone in this earth?
This is what this Pink Floyd classic brings me to mind: the loneliness that surrounds us despite being around people. Those toughts we have when we lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling.
I recently took out all the pictures I had on my walls. I realized most of them were of people that are no longer close to me, and it made me think how we drift in our lives, how things keep changing, and you get over, you get by, you get better.
This song talks about it. About the memories we keep attached, the ache of someone who's no longer there.
I should have known things are never good for me. I should have known it was all too good to be truth, that the breeze and coolness brought a punch to my stomach as well.
Have any of you had your heart broken? I have. By this one guy who meant at a time the world to me. We have been apart for months now and I just found out he's dating someone. And it broke my heart all over again. Not because I still love him, but because of the very same reason he broke it the first time. I never meant enough for him to even wait a bit longer, to warn me before making it facebook public.
Now that I'm writing this it sounds childish, and trust me if you were in my head it would make a lot of sense, as it does for me. Right now I just know it hurts.
Today it started with a cloudy rainy morning. I love rain.
Being able to cuddle on bed and feel the warmth under the covers, not feeling the life ending heat of normal days in this city is a gift for me. The cold wind blowing my hair, people not looking funny at me for wearing my converse.
So in the midst of all that my MP4 player played a song I must share with all of you. A song that reminds me of the 90's, of rainy mornings and good days
I had a stereotypes problem today at work. I like rock music, I like black, I like to sing along to Linkin Park, and tap my feet to Nickelback. So for that I was called rebelious and made fun of for the most used and dark stereotype there is: dark arts. Sure, I like to believe there is the Harry Potter kind of magic in this world. But I HATE when people mark me for my dark makeup and dark clothes and turn me into a vampire, an animal killer, a sacrifice maker. What is this, witch hunt?
I tought this had long passed. And to have it coming from someone my age just proves how ignorant people still is, how they don't even deserve my attention, my caring.
So here's to them, the second song on the list of songs to hear before you die
Witouth a doubt, for me, Nirvana was one of the most influential bands of my time. Even tough they ended when I was roughley 6 years old, I can say hey marked my generation.
Nirvana meant relation, comprehension trough music. Hundreds of people saw themselves descibed in the lyrics. But still so many don't fully understand their impact and the depth of the impact they had.
Nirvana started in 1987 and quickly became a sensation, making their dead vocalist a legend, that passed the tests of time as people my generation and further young still look up to him.
Smells like teen spirit can be counted as the himn for many people who consider themselves as Generation X, and for many more, who simply like good music.
Grunge, some say is dead. But as long as I can hear Kurt Kobain singing, it will always be alive.
