Photo Report

It's always interesting to look at traveling pictures of people who have gone to the same places as you.  People have very different views of the same places.  And when you compare their pictures to your own, even if you followed the same typical tourist route, you find many differences.  When you know the person, you can often directly connect their pictures to their personality.  Sometimes you take the same picture of the same famous monument, but have different angles, which completely change the feel.  What is most interesting though, is that your pictures reflect your view of the city, and your knowledge of the city.  When someone takes different pictures, you look at them, and don't recongnize the city, even if you recognize every corner.  But you still feel that your pictures are more accurate, because that is how you saw the city...

Коты Петербурга

Cats of Saint Petersburg

sleepless night

It's three am and I can't sleep.  My alarm in set to eight twenty; class at nine thirty.  But not sleeping at all doesn't seem bad at all, seems kind of adventurous.  What is worse, and what will probably happen, is that I will fall asleep my about four thirty, and be very sleepy when that alarm rings.

These nights are a species of their own.  It's all dark.  I never turn on the light, unless I really decide to read.  But it's just the computer screen.  Cat rolled up by my side on the bed.  Charming cold breeze climbing in through the window above the pillow.  The ticking of the clock, as the night goes by.  Strange, I can't think of the clock ticking, without thinking of life passing by.

It would be comfortable, this night, had I only been more alone.  I am thirsty, but my water bottle is empty, and I will wake someone up if I go to fill it up.  I could go out for a cigarette, but again.  I could smoke on the roof if the cigarettes were not downstairs.  What else; eat?  But eating is to keen on reality for a mysterios night like this.

Why is it that I am not sleeping.  I am tired of facebook, nothing happens there anyways.  I can't find any adventures online.  Before trying to sleep I had a conversation.  Strange, half good and half bad.  But I don't think it has anything to do with the not sleeping.  Such a tiring day, maybe when you get too tired you can't sleep.

I would rather not be here right now.  Somewhere else.  Although I would like this night.  Wherever I go and who ever I see I would like this night to come with me.  With the breeze and the dark, and maybe the cat, but not the ticking.  No, not the ticking.  The breeze and the dark and the cat, but not the ticking.

bebe

me fui pa echarte de menos
me fui pa volver de nuevo
me fui pa estar sola
me fui...

One of those Thinking days

Today was one of those thinking days; when you just can't stop thinking about, or maybe even analyzing, everything and anything.  But one of the things that came to mind was directly related to classes.

I have two majors - Spanish, and history of art.  I noticed today that I have an completely different attitude towards the two subjects.  And let me generalize Spanish to languages in general.  When I learn languages, I enjoy the process of learning, grasping, and understanding it like no other.  I learn a word and I want to repeat it a million times.  I hear a word, and I love the anticipation of looking through a dictionary, about to find out the meaning.  I am fascinated by every new tense.  And even though, the ultimate goal is fluency, knowing a fourth of a language or half a language is no less exciting.

With art history it is different.  Art history is a subject that I want to know as a whole, with all its intricacies and implications.  I want to look at a painting and be able to tell all of its influences, imitations, purposes, ETC.  With every new artist, I want to compare it to all related artists.  There is always a discussion going back and forth between artists, and I want to be able to enter the conversation at any point.  Maybe that's just a characteristic of studying any history; you cannot understand all of it untill you know all of it...

love

Spring! - love is in the air...

I don't think love is ever the same twice.  I believe I felt love once, and I keep waiting for that same feeling to come back.  But I guess it never will.  With a different person there will be a different love.  But I believe in love!

hoy estoy...

feliz. simple. no se si es por la peli que acabo de ver. no se si por pasqua. no se si por chicos amigos y domingos. pero feliz. y punto.

y otra cosa:

-como te llamas?
-...depende

man's world

. this is a man's world . but it wouldn't be nothing . nothing . without a woman . or a girl .