Sunday, September 25, 2005

Climbing!


It was fun to climb again! It has been a while. I won't regret having taken this weekend off, in fact I'm really glad I decided to go on the trip. But I have a few long nights ahead of me to catch up with school work... one book to read and a paper to write for Tuesday. I don't even want to think about Wednesday yet. Click here for more pictures of Enchanted Rock this weekend!

Thursday, September 15, 2005

As luck would have it...



3:40 am, September 13. My paper was due that morning and I wasn't anywhere near finished. As luck would have it, the lights went out. My laptop's battery was fully charged -thank God- but I still had to read with candles. I just had to stop for a second and take a picture to remember the moment. Notice the excitement on my face.
(By the way, I did finish the paper)

Monday, September 12, 2005

"(un)Patriot(ic) Act"



by Lisa Charde

This straitjacketed flag, is part of a new exhibition by the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council. See the article, which links to more photos.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Don't Do It

I shouldn't be reading old posts, they make me a bit nostalgic. Though this time I was actually pleased with what I wrote. Have you ever read something you know you wrote and wish you never had? I hate that feeling. It hasn't happened for a while, and I suppose that is a good thing. Funny that you could regret even thoughts you had eh? That is what writings are: just thoughts, ideas, stories.
I try to stay away from my computer when I have to study, otherwise I get sucked in and spend hours reading stuff online, mostly unimportant, random articles, and every now and then I find something interesting. For the most part, it's sheer procrastination. That's what I'm doing now. I took a break from studying, walked past the computer and told my self: "my self...don't do it"...(yeah, it really doesn't sound the same: Y me dije a mi mismo: mi mismo, no lo hagas") but I did. I turned my Mac on, checked my email, opened my blog, read old posts and felt the need to write.
Here I am, 45 minutes later, with still three chapters to read and a book review to write for tomorrow. Fortunately it's a self imposed deadline, so I have a bit of lee-way. But I have to finish that book; I'm trying to get ahead because some friends are coming over next weekend. And I keep telling myself, don't do it, stay away from the computer...sigh.

Kayaking Trip

Since I am in a picture posting mood, these are from yesterday, I went on a Kayaking trip on the Guadalupe River with a group from school called Outdoor Pursuits, it was a blast! We're going rock climbing to Enchanted Rock in two weeks.



My Apartment!

Well here it is! My apartment in San Antonio, and the bike I ride to school. I hope you like it, and come visit some time!





Monday, September 05, 2005

The Other Side of My Brain

A few months back I decided that I should separate the way I post my thoughts on this site. Some days I feel too political, some others I just need to blog about what I dreamt last night, or about something I thought about while riding my bike back from school.
So I wanted to have a space where I could post more personal stuff, and another where I could be more political, expressing thoughts on certain issues that might bore some of you. That's how I came up with Politick. You might see a few posts overlaping on both sites, and that is because some political issues are just too personal for me and I want to include them here. You are, of course, welcome to visit both. I've also posted a link on the right side navigation bar, just below my profile, which should make it easier to access Politick once this comment gets archived below newer posts. I hope you like it! (click here)

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Oh Brother, Where are Thou?

Resources are finite even for the greatest empires. Even more so when their arms are stretched so wide around the world that they can barely hold them together. And then, the unimaginable happens. God sends a little reminder of who is running the show, and down on earth we witness the best and worse in people. Scenes of determined and exhausted emergency workers contrast with those of unknown rebels firing shots from the darkness at those who are helping save lives.

People are dying on the streets. Ironically the ones who have been "rescued" find themselves without food, water or even shelter. Chaos, pandemonium, desperate cries for help, as many continue to die before our eyes.

And one can only help but wonder: Is this still America, the most powerful country on earth? Where is its mighty army, a force not to be reckoned with, feared and respected all over the world? Is it, perhaps, fighting wars thousands of miles away, with their best women, men, and high-tech equipment deployed in a desert, rebuilding another country from the ground up, no longer looking for WMD's that were not there to begin with?

Is that the same America that, having received the unprecedented benefit of repeated calls over the years from officials at every level, about the potential for a disaster of this magnitude in the very city where it ultimately happened, almost a three-day warning, and nearly a week after disaster stroke, is still unable to provide even food or water to over 20.000 of its citizens, stranded together in a stadium?

Where are our “Rapid” Deployment Forces? They are used efficiently in time of war, and our military takes pride on being able to function in “any” terrain, under “any” conditions. How about Biloxi, Miss. for a hostile terrain? What about 20.000 or more Americans terrorized by vandals as your “harsh environment”? We can put our soldiers anywhere on earth in a matter of hours, yet we can’t save drowning children and starving elderly in our backyard, as all the eyes on the nation watch helplessly? Wake up, America!

Have you been to your local grocery store lately? Have you stopped by your favorite home repair shop? Have you tried to get a bus ticket to anywhere but New Orleans? Have you seen empty grocery shelves? Are they out of stock of your favorite tools at the neighborhood warehouse? Is there a shortage of bus seats due to high demand?
Why then, aren’t those groceries, tools, and buses, and –for that matter- those soldiers, already in Louisiana?