Friday, March 26, 2010
Dear nephews and nieces, and those which will surely come - auntie loves you.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Erincita hasn't been to sleep yet. It's true. Around 1:30 am I lay my head down for sleep. After about 15 minutes, I got restless trying to sleep and got up to be entertained by my blackberry. I decided I'd like to upload a new application of Kayak, which is a travel site I frequently use. I being the download, then realize I don't have much memory left (I guess I do a lot of downloading), so I started to delete one I don't use often. While in the process of deleting, my bb froze. I waited for it to unfreeze, but got impatient and just powered it down by taking out the battery - you know, the usual process. As I'm waiting for it to come on, I notice an unfamiliar screen. I proceed to take the battery out once again, just for fun. The same screen pops up. Well, I can't sleep anyway, so I decided to stay up until 4 for Verizon to open. I call them, and my rep. proceeds to tell me that my bb has crashed. Crashed?? Wah??!! What does that mean exactly? She explained that because I powered it down in the middle of a download (or the deleting of a download) I've lost my pictures, my contact information, etc. Ack! Funny thing, I was thinking last night that I hadn't backed up my contacts to my computer yet. I mean, I've only had the thing for two months. Wendy, the rep. tells me that I will be able to start up the bb again through a short little process (hooray), but I need the output that connects my computer to my cell. Sure, I totally have it. I run to my room to look for the box with the do-dads from my bb. I find the box, but I don't see the output. Thirty minutes after turning my room upside down at 4 am, I am at a loss. No output. In my problem solving state, I think to myself 'Sean has my same phone. I'll call him in the morning and he'll bring me his output. Phew!' Guess what - Sean's phone number is in the crashed device, too. I only know maybe three numbers by memory - THREE! Ack!!
How have I come to rely so much on my crackberry?? And when did I stop memorizing telephone numbers? Remember the days when we had them all stored in our little heads? Yeah, those days are long gone. Cell phones have made us incapable of memorizing phone numbers, people!
Ah Friends, I am lost without my communication device. Well, at least for a few hours I'm lost.
Lesson learned: Back-up yer stuff! And maybe this is where we start memorizing numbers again... or not. Yeah, no.
P.S. Please send your phone numbers to my email so I can add them to my bb again. firstname.lastname@example.org
Bless you all.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I've included here the translation in English. Vincero!
Read about the Opera Turandot and what happens before this song here.
Nobody shall sleep!...
Nobody shall sleep!
Even you, o Princess,
in your cold room,
watch the stars,
that tremble with love and with hope.
But my secret is hidden within me,
my name no one shall know...
On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines.
And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!...
(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)
Vanish, o night!
Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!
Monday, March 8, 2010
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
So then, each day (or whenever I feel like it), I'm going to share some of that with you, mi publico.
Today I'd like to share a few from Emily Dickinson (1830-86). She was a poet that lived at very private, very secluded life. In her private life, she wrote 1800 poems. Here are just a couple:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Heart, we will forget him!
You an I, tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray tell me
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging.
I may remember him!
Wow. So much emotion.
I love it.
Stay tuned for more.