Porque todos los que atienden en los aeropuertos de NY y en general los aeropuertos de los Estados Unidos son inmigrantes o en su defecto hijos de inmigrantes? Que se trata de probar con eso?
Why are all the customs officers at Ny airports, and in general all US airports, inmigrants or sons and daughters of inmigrants? What is the deal behind all of that?
martes, 19 de julio de 2011
domingo, 10 de julio de 2011
Safe Trip/Buen Viaje
To all and all, safe trip where ever you call home.
A todos y todas, buen viaje y buen regreso al lugar que puedan llamar hogar.
A todos y todas, buen viaje y buen regreso al lugar que puedan llamar hogar.
martes, 5 de julio de 2011
Tidbits of Wisdom
If I should labor through daylight and dark,
Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,
Then on the world I may blazon my mark;
And what if I don't, and what if I do?
Dorothy Parker
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Here is the most fascinating of all professions. The soldier may wait forty years for this opportunity. Most lawyers, most physicians, most clergymen die in obscurity, but every single day opens new doors for the journalist who holds the confidence of the community and has the capacity to address it.
Joseph Pulitzer
Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,
Then on the world I may blazon my mark;
And what if I don't, and what if I do?
Dorothy Parker
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Here is the most fascinating of all professions. The soldier may wait forty years for this opportunity. Most lawyers, most physicians, most clergymen die in obscurity, but every single day opens new doors for the journalist who holds the confidence of the community and has the capacity to address it.
Joseph Pulitzer
lunes, 4 de julio de 2011
Lo mejor del fútbol es el gol? / The best of football, is it really the goal?
I've been a football (or soccer) fan since I was about 6. My father, an ocassional supporter of Deportivo Cali -local team of Colombian league-began telling me about corner kicks, fouls, player names while I played with my dollies. And boxing-I still watch a boxing match with reverence and looking up to those great boxers like Ali, Lewis, Fraizer and Holyfield, after spending countless Friday nights with papá bonding over boxing.
Daddy's little girl, in awe of shirtless men punching their night and life away, and running around after a ball.
One of the great players of the time (mid eighties-yes, as far fetched as it may seem, I'm soon to be 30) was Carlos 'el Pibe' Valderrama. His name, his passes. And his hair. Those are things you can't really forget when you begin to enjoy the sport like I did. I had the fortune to see him play actively for many years and now, watching current players, as good as they are, I still believe in my heart that there will never be another like him-smart moves, charisma, killer passes. And did I mention the hair?
And the best part of it all? I never cared if el Pibe scored a lot of goals or not-I just watched him play, like I watched all the great players move and work as a team. Watching soccer games just for the score and not for the game itself is pointless to me-I know that there must be goals in a game, but where's the magic? The great players? Sorry for the expression, but watching a game just for the goals seems to me like having sex just to see when the other one is going to come (or worse, just you) and no enjoyment ensued.
Oh and by the way, if you're into nostalgia, like me (I'm 6 days away from changing the life I have)-check out another great player from that time, René Higuita. I think that he holds the record by most goals scored by a goalkeeper, other than Chilavert. (Imagine that contradiction-goals scored by a goalkeeper). His moves also glued me to that screen.
El hecho que estos jugadores tan increíbles me tengan pegada a la pantalla y que con las copas de ahora me muera de sueño solo puede significar una cosa-en materia de fútbol, muchas veces todo tiempo pasado fue realmente mejor. Porque no siempre todo en fútbol tiene que ser el gol-es la resolución, pero de que me sirve ver mil goles si no se juega bien? Entiendo que hay que tener resultados, efectividad, goles. Pero un gol-y perdonarán la expresión- feo y que sirva solo por el resultado es como uno ir a tirar a ver cuando se va a venir la otra persona. O uno mismo.
No me creen? Juzguen Ustedes:
Don't believe me? You judge:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwlwVEhS3DY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lQd0H5vgg8&NR=1
Daddy's little girl, in awe of shirtless men punching their night and life away, and running around after a ball.
One of the great players of the time (mid eighties-yes, as far fetched as it may seem, I'm soon to be 30) was Carlos 'el Pibe' Valderrama. His name, his passes. And his hair. Those are things you can't really forget when you begin to enjoy the sport like I did. I had the fortune to see him play actively for many years and now, watching current players, as good as they are, I still believe in my heart that there will never be another like him-smart moves, charisma, killer passes. And did I mention the hair?
And the best part of it all? I never cared if el Pibe scored a lot of goals or not-I just watched him play, like I watched all the great players move and work as a team. Watching soccer games just for the score and not for the game itself is pointless to me-I know that there must be goals in a game, but where's the magic? The great players? Sorry for the expression, but watching a game just for the goals seems to me like having sex just to see when the other one is going to come (or worse, just you) and no enjoyment ensued.
Oh and by the way, if you're into nostalgia, like me (I'm 6 days away from changing the life I have)-check out another great player from that time, René Higuita. I think that he holds the record by most goals scored by a goalkeeper, other than Chilavert. (Imagine that contradiction-goals scored by a goalkeeper). His moves also glued me to that screen.
El hecho que estos jugadores tan increíbles me tengan pegada a la pantalla y que con las copas de ahora me muera de sueño solo puede significar una cosa-en materia de fútbol, muchas veces todo tiempo pasado fue realmente mejor. Porque no siempre todo en fútbol tiene que ser el gol-es la resolución, pero de que me sirve ver mil goles si no se juega bien? Entiendo que hay que tener resultados, efectividad, goles. Pero un gol-y perdonarán la expresión- feo y que sirva solo por el resultado es como uno ir a tirar a ver cuando se va a venir la otra persona. O uno mismo.
No me creen? Juzguen Ustedes:
Don't believe me? You judge:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwlwVEhS3DY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lQd0H5vgg8&NR=1
sábado, 2 de julio de 2011
8 días antes/ 8 days before.
I was suggested to start this blog about 3 months ago-and after all this time, I finally did. It's strange to elaborate on feelings when leaving the place you've called home almost 30 years-they are all going back and forth from anxiety to fear, to sheer excitement to a sense of self competition and the uncertain knowledge you might fail or suceed. Or both.
This will be a blog detailing me, the Colombian 27 year old part time singer and dancer, lover of cats and photography and with a soft spot for chocolates and talking to people about their lives in Columbia Uni @ the Big Apple, for the next 12 months or so-sometimes I'll write, sometimes I'll just post a video, a text from the Upanishads or a link to my photogrpahs. You decide what to view, what to comment. the rest is up to me.
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Se me sugirió que empezara este blog hace unos 3 meses, hasta que por fín lo hice. Es difícil elaborar en los sentimientos que se tienen al dejar el sitio llamado hogar durante los últimos 30 años-van como una ola entre la ansiedad y el miedo, emoción pura y una autocompetición y la certeza un poco lejana que uno puede fallar o triunfar. O ambas cosas al tiempo.
Este va a ser un blog acerca de mi, la Colombiana de 27 años; que canta y baila de vez en cuando, que ama los gatos y la fotografía y que tiene un punto débil por los chocolates y hablar con la gente; en Columbia, NeivaYol. Será durante los siguientes 12 meses o más-a veces escribiré, o colgaré un texto de los Upanishads, o un link a mis fotos. Ustedes deciden que ver y comentar, el resto me lo dejan a mi.
This will be a blog detailing me, the Colombian 27 year old part time singer and dancer, lover of cats and photography and with a soft spot for chocolates and talking to people about their lives in Columbia Uni @ the Big Apple, for the next 12 months or so-sometimes I'll write, sometimes I'll just post a video, a text from the Upanishads or a link to my photogrpahs. You decide what to view, what to comment. the rest is up to me.
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Se me sugirió que empezara este blog hace unos 3 meses, hasta que por fín lo hice. Es difícil elaborar en los sentimientos que se tienen al dejar el sitio llamado hogar durante los últimos 30 años-van como una ola entre la ansiedad y el miedo, emoción pura y una autocompetición y la certeza un poco lejana que uno puede fallar o triunfar. O ambas cosas al tiempo.
Este va a ser un blog acerca de mi, la Colombiana de 27 años; que canta y baila de vez en cuando, que ama los gatos y la fotografía y que tiene un punto débil por los chocolates y hablar con la gente; en Columbia, NeivaYol. Será durante los siguientes 12 meses o más-a veces escribiré, o colgaré un texto de los Upanishads, o un link a mis fotos. Ustedes deciden que ver y comentar, el resto me lo dejan a mi.
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