Random Thoughts

San Diego

2009-11-03T18:26:47Z

This is my test of uploading/displaying pictures. I promise to keep it clean .

This is a church in the area of Old San Diego.

I think this one has an interesting contrast between an aircraft carrier and a sail boat.

Thank you, Rick

2009-10-08T17:27:56Z

This post is not that much about my car as it as about this person, Rick. And here is what happened yesterday.

I went to NYC (Long Island) Tuesday night for a sales meeting to take place Wednesday morning (yesterday). The meeting went ok (hopefully). And then I had to go to another sales meeting in CT so, early afternoon, I jump in my car and started driving to CT.

Coming from Long Island heading north to 95N I am going over Whitestone Bridge. It is a huge bridge with a lot of traffic any time of the day or night. And, of course, I have my radio on. Almost as soon as I am at the top of the bridge I hear some whistling and screeching sound. First I thought that the sound is coming from the radio broadcast; then I thought maybe a truck or another car around me is making this sound. Then I turn off the radio and I hear that the sound is coming from the rear of my car. And it gets louder and louder, very loud! I look around and see that other drivers are giving me strange looks. (Only later I thought maybe some of them though I was a suicide bomber about to explode on the bridge). So I have to make a quick decision either to stop right in the middle of traffic on the bridge or keep going. So I decided to continue driving, at least until I get over the bridge. Fortunately there is a toll right after the bridge. And because of traffic everybody slows down at the toll. I take advantage of the traffic slow down, get my cell and call a mechanic (Rick) who changes my car oil and does minor service work. Fortunately he picks up the phone. While I talk to him on the phone, I go through the toll and pull over to the shoulder. He suggests that if I can I go to the nearest service shop and get the car inspected. So I hang up with him and start looking at the service shops near the area where I stopped (using GPS). Every service shop I call they say that they are busy and if I have my car towed there they won’t even be able to look at it till tomorrow. So I call Rick again and explain the situation. And he – brave soul! – say, keep going! He says, most likely your have some stone got jammed into the car brakes and this is what makes noise. He thinks that maybe it will go away. So, based on his expert advice, I decide to continue driving (about 200 miles home). And sure enough, after some time, the noise goes away. I still drove the next couple of hours without radio on just listening if this awful sound will come back. Luckily it didn’t. It is hard to describe in words that this was a very stressful situation.

But the point of my post here is to indicate that this guy, Rick, was not afraid and didn’t try to cover his ass by saying “stop immediately and don’t go anywhere until you have your car inspected” had guts to take upon himself to encourage me to continue driving.

If not for him, I would have had to have my car towed somewhere to a service shop in Bronx (this is where it happened), get a hotel, stay there till next day and wait next day for some shop to inspect my car. It would have been huge inconvenience (and expense of course).

It goes without saying that I have something for Rick as soon as he shows up today (he said he would stop by).

The downside (or upside) – depends how one looks at it – is I decided to change the car. In the past couple of weeks I have had some issues with the car and I believe the accident yesterday is a God’s way of saying that I need a new car. So I will be shopping for one this weekend.

Fun of making new friends

2009-08-17T14:13:53Z

I was on vacation last month on the Cape, staying at a time share. One night, after checking my email at around 10:30 pm in the lobby – they only have internet connection in the lobby – I was leaving to go back to my unit. In the parking lot I said Good Night to a guy who was leaving to go home; he works at the time share as a clerk. And word for word we started talking. I think we spent at least 10 minutes talking about really nothing much. Next day I met him in the lobby again; we talked again. And so it was that every time we meet in the lobby we would talk for at least 5 to 10 minutes. I learned quite a bit about him. He has been working at this place for about 10 year. He lives with his girl friend. He is a few years older than me. And some other minor things.

So what is the point of what I am saying here? We, men, need verbal communications just like women. Our wives/girl friends and kids stopped talking to us long time ago (pretty much after they got what they needed :). So we are really eager to talk to anybody and when we find a person it is fun to talk.

I took off from my vacation a couple of days before the end of out week because my younger daughter’s friends were coming over to stay at the place. And, of course, I didn’t belong in the group of young women (I am neither a woman no young). When my daughter came back home on Sunday (she was checking out the unit), she told me with a big smile “Jerry said to say hello to you.” (Of course he recognized our relation by her last name being the same as mine). And I thought to myself, only in about 11-12 months I will have someone to talk to again :)

Successful woman

2009-05-16T00:28:19Z

I have known this woman (let’s call her K. to protect her privacy) for about 20 year. When I started doing business with this large organization where she works she was a department secretary. There was nothing really special about her except she was very much overweight and unattractive; very unattractive. But she was a good worker, practical, logical, and diligent (from what I could see). Then some years later she moved to another department and I had lost the track of her. I figured at the time that she took a job as a secretary or some administrative assistant at another department (probably to get a little more money). Then about 2 years ago I had some business dealings with this organization again and come to find out that she would be one of people I had to deal with. But this time she was a department manager; very different level of responsibilities. We had very nice business meeting, remembered some old times and some people we knew. It was interesting that in that meeting with a bunch of other department managers and assistants she was (in my humble opinion) the only one really competent. The other guys were just good at BS and small talk. She, however, was very much in focus and knowledgeable in terms of the business.

Anyways, a few days ago, a guy from this organization calls me and asks for some assistance in a project (follow up on the project we did two years ago). When I asked him who is asking, he said K. and then he added that she is now a V.P. of the organization, running a bunch of departments.

So here we go, from a department secretary to a V.P. And I know that she didn’t fuck her way up the corporate ladder. But she has proven with her hard work, probably some college courses at night, very logical and pragmatic attitude that she could do the job of many of her former superiors.

So, here is to women who succeed by working smart on their feet instead of their back!

Trip to the Circus

2009-05-14T19:40:14Z

Last Sunday my wife and I took our younger daughter (if this could apply to almost 19 yo kid :) and my wife’s 4 year old nephew Jack to Big Apple Circus. I think that of all of us I was the most excited. I love circus; from the early childhood it was a very special event for me when my mom took me (and my brother) to circus. It was not very often back then and from what I remember the tickets were fairly expensive or hard to get. Anyways it was rare enough that I felt it was very special.

When our daughters were little and we took them to the circus a bunch of times (Big Apple and Barnum and Bailey) I loved it just as much as kids.

We were a little concerned how Jack would take circus since this was his first time. He stayed in our house the night before; we played with cars and trains (his favorite things); read him a book; watch kids program on tv, Thomas and Friends (Thomas is a train), fed him whatever he wanted. I think he loves being at our house; we have by far larger house so he can run around more, and we are not strict at all (unlike his parents). Our goal, when he is at our house, is to make him happy so that he would want to come back again and again.

We got to the downtown Boston at around 11:30 am (the performance started at 12:30), went for coffee (and big chocolate donut for Jack) and were in our seats at 12:00. We had great seats, right in the center at row 6 or 7. We wanted to give him a little time to get adjusted to the new environment of the circus. He was a little intimidated first (so much light, decorations, so many people and kids), even though he didn’t complain, didn’t cry, and didn’t ask to leave right away :). Later my wife said that after the 2nd or 3rd performance he asked her if now “we can go home” :). However as he was watching more and more performances he became more comfortable. During the intermission we got him a big chocolate chip cookie and there was enough sugar in his blood to get us through the second act.

All throughout the performances he was watching very intently (as I found myself looking at him and his reaction almost every 2 minutes) but without showing much emotion. But there was a very funny moment though. One of the performances was (not very common at circus though) a drummer playing a solo. They rolled a big and fancy drum set to the center of the arena and the drummer was performing rock-n-roll style solo. I was mesmerized by the performance when my daughter elbowed me and nodded for me to look at Jack. Jack was simply ecstatic; he had a big smile and was clapping his hands very vigorously. He was really enjoying the drummer!

Come to think of it we shouldn’t have been surprised. One of Jack’s most favorite things (aside from playing with cars and trains) is dancing to the rock-n-roll music played by our digital piano. At home he often times would ask us to turn the digital piano on, then press the demo button, and then the rock-n-roll button, and then dances to the music. Sometimes I get tired of pressing the demo button on and on and hearing the same rock tune. But he never gets tired of hearing it.

I don’t know if Jack will remember his first trip to the circus but we certainly will.

And as far as the circus performance, it was just as much fun as I expected. Bit Apple Circus didn’t disappoint me. I look forward to the next year.

Kite Runner

2008-11-30T02:51:25Z

Yesterday I finished reading “Kite Runner” by Khaled Hosseini. What a fascinating story and great storytelling! There is no better word than catharsis to describe how I felt after finishing the book. Today I watched a video clip of an interview with the author at some book club and it struck me how succinctly he put the plot of the book in just one brief sentence: “It is a love triangle between the son, the father, and Hassan.” On one hand he created a captivating book with twists and turns of the plot, and on the other hand, he can put it all in one simple sentence. I can’t wait to read his recently published second book, “A Thousand Splendid Suns.”

after50 @ 2007-08-08T18:19:00

2007-08-08T22:24:15Z

Hace dos semanas que mi hija se fue a Israel. Los primeros días fueron muy difíciles, tal para ella como para nosotros. El día de despedida fue insoportablemente difícil. Apenas pude controlarme no llorar. Aunque ella vivía fuera de casa por tres años en la universidad fue diferente. Solo fue 40 minutos de casa y nos vemos por lo menos una vez por mes. Por supuesto el viaje a Londres el año pasado fue difícil también. Pero solo se ido por dos semanas. Ahora ella esta miles de millas de distancia, en Israel, por 5 meses.

Ahora que los canales de comunicación son establecidos y nosotros estamos acostumbrados (más o menos) que ella esta allá y nosotros aquí, me siento mejor. Ella llama por teléfono por menos tres veces cada día. Y a veces platicamos en IM de skype. El domingo pasado ella empezó el curso de hebreo y le gusta mucho (aunque comenzó sin saber ni una palabra en hebreo).

Ella dice que esperaba que mucha gente hable ingles en Israel. Muchos nosotros “amigos” le dijeron que casi todo el mundo habla ingles en Israel. No tanto. Yo le dije a ella que debería estudiar hebreo antes pero no me escuchaba. ¡Que yo sepa!

Pero me dijo hoy que utiliza su ruso frecuentemente. Aprendió a detectar un acento ruso en algunos hebreos parlantes y les ofrece platicar en ruso. El ruso de mi hija (si bien con fuerte acento) es mejor que ingles de rusos en Israel. Tal vez cuando vuelve a casa habla conmigo en ruso también.

Yo empiezo cada mi día leyendo el periódico Haaretz en Internet y escuchando radio el Voz de Israel en ruso (¡muy buen programa!). Cuando leo los periódicos norteamericanos primero busco noticias de Israel. Estoy obsesionado.

It has been 2 weeks since my daughter left for Israel. The first couple of days were very difficult, both for her and for us. Of course the day of the departure was excruciatingly hard. I could barely control myself not to cry. Even though she had been living by herself on campus in college for three years, it was different. She was only 40 minutes away and we saw her at least once a month. The trip to London last year was difficult too. But it was only for 2 weeks. Now she is thousands of miles away, in Israel, and for 5 months.

Now that the communications channels are established and we are more or less used to the ideal that she is there and we are here, I feel better. She calls at least 3 times a day and I sometimes IM with her on skype. She started the Hebrew class and likes it (even though she is starting from ground zero).

She says that she expected Israel to be much more Anglicized. Many people told her that almost everybody in Israel speaks English. Not so fast buster. I had told her many times to study Hebrew beforehand but she would not listen. What do I know.

But she told me today that her Russian comes in handy sometimes. She learned to detect a Russian accent when some people speak Hebrew and immediately offers them to speak Russian. Her heavy accented Russian is obviously better than their English. Maybe when she comes back she will even talk to me in Russian.

I start my every day by reading Haaretz online and listening to the Voice of Israel in Russian (excellent program!!). When I open the newspaper I look for news from Israel. I absolutely obsessed.

Como extender o desacelerar la vida.

2007-08-06T00:46:55Z

He leído algo que me parece muy interesante, sobre un estudio de un científico desde Inglaterra, Steve Taylor. El enseña desarrollo personal en una universidad. Taylor tiene una teoría perceptiva que el tiempo del reloj se cuenta en horas y minutos, pero el tiempo “real” depende de que cómo lo experimentemos. Y este es diferente para cada persona de acuerdo a lo que esta haciendo. Uno de sus conclusiones es que el tiempo está relacionado con la cantidad de información que se recibe del mundo que nos rodea. Es que información (y no de libros y Internet, sino a través de nuestra percepción del mundo) es lo que estira el tiempo. Y si hay menos navidades en nuestra vida, el tiempo se encoje.

Por ejemplo, puesto que los niños experimentan todo por primera vez y todas sus experiencias son nuevas, se sienten como el tiempo pasa muy lento. Por eso, las vacaciones de nuestra niñez “fueron” eternas. Pero a medida que nos envejecemos y experimentamos menos, el tiempo pasa muy rápido. Taylor dice que “El tiempo no es real y absoluto, es algo que creado en nuestra mente.”

Por eso, para “desacelerar” nuestra vida (y nuestro tiempo) tenemos que “romper” rutina. Por ejemplo, en vez de ir a vacaciones a un lugar que conocemos bien y donde por mayor parte pasamos tiempo en la playa leyendo, tenemos que ir a nuevos lugares (tal vez Madrid :)). Y de vez de pasar una noche leyendo o mirando tele, tenemos de pensar de nuevos actividades. Y entonces los minutos y las horas se estirarán.

Otra teoría que tiene Taylor es teoría de proporcionalidad: entre mas viejo esta uno, cada año es una más pequeña de lo vivido, así que parece pasar más rápido.

De mis propias experiencias he pensado de este antes. Cuando voy (en coche) a un lugar donde no he estado antes me parece que toma mucho más tiempo del tiempo que toma cuando regreso.

Voy a tratar a asegurarme que mi vida está repleta de todas nuevas experiencias.

after50 @ 2007-06-14T13:04:00

2007-06-14T17:06:19Z

Hoy terminé leer "A Life Isaac B. Singer" biografía escrita por Florence Noiville, periodista francesa. Ya que siempre me gusta leer todo sobre IBS, cuando vi este libro en biblioteca fui muy feliz. Después, cuando me enteré que el libro fue escrito por una francesa no esperaba que el libro me gustaría. ¿Qué puede saber una francesa de un escritor judío/polaco/americano? Pero, ¡que sorpresa! El libro escrito buenísimo, con mucha información que no supe de IBS. Hay muchos detalles de su vida, de sus trabajos, de sus relaciones con la gente. El estilo del libro (o debe decir también traducción a ingles) es muy lindo. También hay paginas en el libro describiendo el procedimiento de traducción de libros (ya que IBS escribió en Yiddish y sus libros fueron traducidos en Ingles con otras personas pero frecuentemente por él mismo). Aunque traducción no es mi vocación fue muy interesante para mí. Veo en Bibliografía del libro que hay mucho que todavía tengo que leer.

¡Feliz cumpleaños hija!

2007-06-08T13:07:35Z

Hoy mi hija mayor cumple 21 años. Para las jóvenes en este pais es una edad muy importante, puesto que pueden comprar y pedir alcohol en restaurantes y tiendas. Para su cumpleaños mi esposa y yo organizamos una sorpresa para ella. Alquilamos un grande limousine “stretch limo” que va a llegar a nuestra casa esta noche. La limousine las llevará a mi hija y sus 5 amigas al centro de Boston. Allá ellos van a tener una cena en un buen restaurante. Interesante que solo mi hija y una amiga podrán beber alcohol, ya que otras ya no cumplieron 21.

Estoy seguro que será una muy agradable sorpresa. Y espero que disfruten la fiesta.

after50 @ 2007-06-04T11:12:00

2007-06-04T15:17:17Z

Anoche fui con mis compañeros de clase español al restaurante Dalí en Somerville, Mass. (http://dalirestaurant.com/) Aunque me tomé 10 minutos buscar un aparcamiento, yo fui primero de llegar. (A propósito, si alguien sabe como decir en español coloquialmente “drive around the block for 10 minutes”, por favor déjame saber). Salvo de chica anfitriona todos que trabajan en el restaurante son latinos (tal vez uno o dos son españoles pero no sé). De todas formas, yo sentí en el bar y pedí una copa de vino tinto, hablando ingles. Después llegaron dos chicas de mi clase y empezamos hablar español. Yo vi en el rostro del camarero (barman) mucha sorpresa. Latinos que viven y trabajan en los EE.UU. no son acostumbrados ver americanos hablar español.

Aunque había mucho ruido (todos hablan en voz muy alta, no solo en nuestra mesa, sino en otras mesas también), la cena fue muy divertida. La comida fue buena.

Estuve sorprendido cuando Nancy llevó una amiga suya, rusa, que se llama Irina. Irina viene de Kolmykiya (gracias a acuzena para recordarme el nombre de este región). Irina es también chica muy joven, creo que estudia lenguajes en una universidad. Lo que me sorprendí fue que una rusa vaya a los EE.UU. para estudiar español.

Chiste

2007-05-31T12:02:11Z

¿Cual es la diferencia entre ruso pesimista y ruso optimista? El ruso pesimista dice “Las cosas son muy mal. No creo que pueden ser peor.” El ruso optimista conteste, “¡Si! ¡Si! ¡Pueden ser peor!”

Mi nombre y apellido

2007-04-22T21:41:54Z

I have an interesting story about a series of coincidences I have had with my first name and my last name. Or maybe this is the way God likes to play games with me.

When I moved to Boston (many years ago) from New Orleans I found an apartment for rent. As soon as I moved in I called the electrical utility company and telephone company to request new services. The telephone company rejected my request notifying me that I owed them a sum of money for some unpaid bills. Come to find out a guy who lived in this apartment prior to me moving in had the same last name as I have. He didn’t pay his telephone bill for a month or two prior to moving out. (Later I found out that he was a college student). I had to go downtown Boston to the main office of the telephone company to show them several telephone bills from the time I lived in New Orleans. They called the telephone company in New Orleans and verified that indeed I lived in Louisiana and the debt was accumulated by another person.

Later I got married (which is not part of this story) and my wife and I moved out of the apartment into a house we purchased. Some years later we sold the house. The first name of the guy (head of the family) who bought our house was Dmitry too. It was funny when we all showed up at the closing and one of the lawyers was confused that he saw me being there but everybody was still waiting for Dmitry.

Then we bought a house in a small town, in suburb of Boston, where we presently live. And it turned out that in this small town there is another guy with the same first and last name exactly as mine. I have several funny coincidences with him:

1. One time a head hunter called me at home and said that he had a couple of prospecting employers wanting to see me for job interviews. I was surprised as I was not looking for a job. But I got curious. I asked him (the head hunter) what kind of job I am doing right now and what I am looking for. (He probably thought I had a case of early amnesia). Once I satisfied my curiosity of the other Dmitry, I told the head hunter that I was the “wrong” Dmitry. Funny thing I found that the other Dmitry worked in the same field I am and that he actually worked for a competitor of mine.

2. Then I found out that his (the other Dmitry) daughter was attending the same high school my older daughter did. Another funny coincidence is that later when they both graduated from high school (his daughter one year earlier) they went to the same university and followed the same undergraduate program.

3. A couple of times his friends would call me by mistake. One time a woman called me and immediately asked me if I could pick her up tomorrow. I smiled to myself and wanted to ask her if she was good looking or not. But, of course, I told her I was a different Dmitry.

4. A banker called me at work one day and told me that my CD was maturing and asked me what I would like to do with it. Being a curious person, I asked him of how much money I had. Surprisingly they told me. Again, I smiled to myself and wanted to tell him to send me the money in cash and take 10% for himself from the top, for good services.

Sometimes I wonder if there is another Dmitry who will be buying my house or lives in my next house.

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Quisiera compartir de las coincidencias que he tenido con mi nombre y mi apellido. O tal vez no son coincidencias sino que a Dios le gusta jugar conmigo.

Cundo me trasladé de Nuevo Orleáns a Boston, hace muchos años, encontré un apartamento para alquilar. En cuanto me mudé en el apartamento llamé a la compañía de electricidad y telefónica a pedir nuevo servicio. La compañía telefónica rechazó mi pedido notificándome que primero tuve que pagar el dinero que les debía para meses anteriores. Me enteré de que el tío que habia vivido en este apartamento antes de mi tenía el mismo apellido que yo. Y él no había pagado su cuenta de teléfono por algunos meses antes de irse del apartamento. (Mas tarde me enteré de que él era estudiante en una universidad). Yo tuve que ir al centro de la compañía telefónica para mostrarles facturas de teléfono de la compañía telefónica de Nuevo Orleáns que probó que vivía en Nuevo Orleáns mientras el otro tio vivía en Boston. Así empezaron mis coincidencias de nombre.

Un par de años después, cuando me casé, yo y mi esposa compramos una casa. Y algunos años después cuando vendemos esta casa, el hombre que compró la casa tenia el mismo nombre que yo, Dmitry. Fue gracioso cuando nosotros y nuestros abogados reunimos para firmar papeles y uno de los abogados no entendía porque esperamos Dmitry si aquí el pudo ver Dmitry.

Entonces compramos una casa en el pequeño pueblo en afueras de Boston donde ahora vivimos. Muy pronto me enteré que en el pueblo hay otro hombre con el mismo nombre y apellido que yo: exactamente. A través de los años habían las siguientes coincidencias con el:

1. Un día un agente de empleos me llamó por teléfono. Me dijo que hay un par de empresas que quieren encontrarse conmigo para entrevista de trabajo. Estuve sorprendido ya que no buscaba trabajo en aquel entonces. Siendo curioso, yo pregunté al agente cual es mi trabajo presente y que estoy buscando. (Probablemente el pensó que tenia un perdida de memoria). Entonces, claro, le dije a el que no estoy Dmitry con quien el necesita hablar. Fue raro que el otro Dmitry estaba trabajando en el mismo campo que yo y encima de ello trabajaba para compañía que era mi competidor.

2. La hija del otro Dmitry estudiaba en el mismo secundario que mi hija mayor. Y después, las dos matricularon a la misma universidad eligiendo el mismo programa (sin conocer una a otra).

3. Fueron ocasiones cuando sus amigos me llamaron por teléfono (obteniendo mi número de teléfono en información). Una vez una mujer me llamo y me preguntó si yo pudiera buscarla mañana. Yo me sonreí a mi mismo pensando que “depende de si eres guapa o no”. Por supuesto le dije que estuviera equivocada, que yo soy un diferente Dmitry.

4. Un oficial de un banco me llamo una vez en mi trabajo. Me dijo que un CD que “yo” tenía en su banco estaba por madurar y me preguntó que quise hacer con el dinero. Yo, siendo muy curioso, le pregunté de cuanto dinero hablamos. Por sorpresa el me contó. Yo quise decir, porque no me mandas el dinero en efectivo dejando un 10% para si como propina.

Me pregunto si hay algún otro Dmitry que vive en mi próxima casa o va a comprar mi casa presente.

Boston Maratón

2007-04-16T17:33:26Z

Hoy es el día de Patriotas en Massachussets, fiesta en este estado. También es el día de Boston Maratón. Un hombre de Kenia ganó el primer lugar de hombres y una mujer de Rusia ganó el primer lugar de mujeres. Yo solía ir y ver corrida en vivo, siempre en la ruta de maratón en Wellesley, cerca de Wellesley Collage. Desde que era pequeño me fascinaba este deporte. Es muy interesante verlo en vivo. Tengo mucho respeto a todos que participan en maratón. Mucho ha cambiado en Boston Maratón desde que yo empecé verlo hace muchos anos. Hoy en día es muy comerciado; los ganadores se entregan mucho dinero. Por eso es deporte profesional. Aunque participan miles de personas que solo lo hacen para mostrarse a si mismo que pueden hacerlo. Lamento que hoy no pude ir allá, ver maratón en vivo, tengo muchas otras cosas de hacer. Pero vi un poco en tele cuando fui a casa para almuerzo.

Why people say "I love you"

2007-03-30T00:34:36Z

“’I love you’ was only another meaningless bit of pillow talk, the puritanical way of softening the sordidness of sex, sanding down the splintery edges of lust, ridding the basic act of its raw physicality.”

Evan Hunter

Mi sobrino Jack

2007-03-26T13:34:42Z

Nunca pensé que puedo tener tan sentimientos de un pequeña criatura. Mi esposa tiene un sobrino que ya no cumplió 2 años. De vez en cuando mi esposa (que adora su hermano y por supuesto su sobrino) pide que nos dejan el niño en nuestra casa para un día o para un fin de semana. Recuerdo que por primero mi esposa no estaba seguro si me importaría tener un pequeño muchacho corriendo por la case. Yo la dije muchas veces que no me importaría. Y ahora ella se que a mi me gusta el muchacho. Aunque no paso mucho tiempo con el, a veces me encanta jugar con el con coches juguetes o leerle un libro para niños. El muchacho, se llama Jack, adora coches. Y también a el le gusta música. Le gusta escuchar piano o sentarse en ragazo y ver alguien tocar piano. Y cuando el te da un abrazo te hace sentir como estas en el séptimo cielo. Yo tenía los mismos sentimientos cuando mis hijas eran de su edad, pero no pensé que algún día podría sentir el mismo con alguien que no es mi pariente de sangre. Y ahora estoy echo de menos este pequeño tío y ansioso verlo en nuestra casa pronto.

Que bueno que mi amigo Greg no lee español y no lee mi LJ, ya que el me considera un macho y solo hablamos de fútbol, mujeres, y política :)

¿De que platicar en mi clase?

2007-03-25T18:10:51Z

El miércoles que viene voy a tener mi primera lección de clases nocturnos de español. Ya que la tema del curso es “Las Actualidades en Español”, tengo prepararme contar de algún acontecimiento del día. Creo que no importa si trata de política, cultura, o deporte. Pienso si es mejor leer algo en ingles y traducir en español o buscar un artículo en Internet en español y usarlo. Prefería contar de algo no político. Con mis opiniones conservadores y tomando en cuenta que el clase tendrá lugar en Cambridge (ciudad muy liberal), voy a tener enemigos en seguida. Creo que mejor es de cultura, como pelicular. Si, películas!

Feliz Día de Santo Patricio :)

2007-03-17T20:16:24Z

Ha nevado anoche. En mi localidad teníamos cosí 4 pulgadas de nieve. Y después empezó llover, Hoy por la noche la temperatura va a bajar y toda esta mezcla de nieve y agua va a congelar. Se pronostican que esta noche y mañana vamos a tener muchos problemas manejando, caminando, etc. Estoy preocupado porque mi hija menor fui al otro parte de la ciudad con sus compañeros de teatro de su escuela. Hoy es semifinal de competición de los clubes de drama de escuelas de Massachussets. Aunque en mi memoria (de los últimos 7 anos) su club de drama siempre ganó, no me importa hoy. Solo espero que ellos regresen antes de que se haga oscuro y antes de que las carreteras estén heladas. Estoy muy enojado a los adultos que encabezan esta competición. Estoy seguro que tuvieron de posponer el evento hasta la semana que viene.