Monday, March 25, 2013
My sister doesn't read. She isn't like my brother, who ocassionally finishes a book that suited him. She isn't like me, an anxious reader who doesn't feel quite right if not in the middle of a book. She is herself, and she couldn't even finish the first Harry Potter. And, yes, I know that this is a sin.
But I gave her Paper Towns, and she seems interested, and I am infinitely hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, if I give her all the right books and badger her enough, maybe she will like reading.
But, of course, I need a plan. Things don't work if you don't have a plan. (Can you tell that I recently read Paper Towns and am sort of fascinated by Margo Roth Spiegelman?)
- Give her Paper Towns. Because it's impossible not to love Paper Towns.
- Make her read The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants
- Make her read The Fault in our Stars
- Find Twilight somewhere and make her read it too (okay, listen, before you go ahead an click "unfollow blog", let me be clear. I'm not a particular fan of Twilight, but if it was the phenomenon that it was, it must at least get my sister reading.)
- Hand over Looking for Alaska
- Maybe I'm being too hopeful but... Harry Potter? Please? And then maybe we can replenish the collection that my brother mutilated.
I don't lose anything by hoping. I will get my beautiful sister to read.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Mission Number 3.5 on my 17 B4 18 list: Climb, or hike, up a hill.
The Cerro Manquehue (literally Manquehue Hill, although I have the faint impression that it's a volcano. Wait no, I was on top of that thang and it had no crater. Ignore my rambling, then.) is an iconic Santiaguinian landmark which can be seen from most of the city. It has become popular over the last year or so as a fun way to do some exercise and gain attractive war marks on your feet. It is not as easy a feat as it looks:
With a group of 20 or so friends, we started at 11 am and finished around 3 pm (that is, climbing and then descending.) It was a fun experience, and I really like these alternative methods of exercising. And I really don't know much about what to write because part of me wants to moan for three consecutive paragraphs about it all and the other part of me wants to cheer all aspiring hikers on. It really is a lot of fun. I just wish we had taken a picnic to the top.
I'm thinking that the greatest part about partaking in an activity such as hiking is that it involves getting out on your feet and hands to just survive and go on. I wish there were more opportunities of doing things like this where you broaden your field of "been there, done that." I love going out and seeing the world, be it on top of a hill, on a cement sidewalk, on a rocking boat, or in a speeding car. But the "hands on" experiences are my favorite: when you really get yourself dirty to get to know your environment.
Anyways, it was wonderful to get back in touch with nature. I think I'll be doing this again sometime. But I am fo' sho' taking a picnic blanket and a few if not more packs of Oreos.
PS. The best part was getting home to this:
Friday, March 22, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
|I am so proud of this picture. And I'm so glad that my "17 B4 18" project led me to disposable cameras.|
(Understand, I am not just a true believer but an advocater of the power of culture and education, yet that is not the point.)
The point is: Studying and paying to study architecture (for example), the monstrous amount of hard work put into that degree, sort of binds you into being an architect. Which is fine, if that is your passion, but most people study for careers that they just chose in an elimination process, find themselves in a profession they were forced to choose at 18, and then have to work and excel in that career for the next 30-something years!
There are many problems in this situation, but one that bothers me especially is that there are so many options.
I have a list of dream jobs, some, of course, more realistic than others. But what I'm most afraid of when it comes to choose what I will study is that it will delimitate my future options.
I want to write, write, write, and lead the life of an author. But I would also like to work in a bookstore someday. And to be a teacher. I want to learn what being a waitress is like, and I want to help create or do something that helps people. I would love to dabble in astronomy and physics. And what about medicine? Being a tour-guide sounds amazing, working at a museum too, and there are so many visual art options that appeal to me!
And, above all, wouldn't it be beautiful to remain satisfied with a simple little job instead of being in a constant hunger for escalation?
The world is full of so many interesting options, it's almost cruel to choose just one!
But then, I secretly believe, that with passion and hard work one can do anything that one proposes themselves. Really anything. Maybe I will be many anythings.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
|Analogue picture I took during my summer vay-cays|
I like to smile when I feel like cutting, because if I fool the world then the world will fool me too. And then I will forget to smile but continue to do so.
I like to cry when my skirt's zipper breaks because I've gained weight, and my whole family learns about it and reprimands me, because I can't cry forever and tears are known to dilute the not fun moments.
I like to cry when I'm happy because tears do not dilute happiness. Basically tears are just the way to world peace.
I like to go on the swings or play soccer with the kids even if I'm a decade too old for that, because someday I'll be two decades too old for that.
I like to be nice to people I hate, because then they can like me while I revel in my secret hatred. Win win.
And I like to realize that I will end up liking the people who I used to hate just because they liked me because I was nice.
Basically, tears and niceness are the ways to world peace.
And going on the swings, and buying a cupcake for your mother, or flowers, surprising her at work with them, or leaving them on her bed, and then telling her one of your secrets, and you don't know if she's crying because you confided in her or because of the flowers.
But, basically, crying is the way to world peace.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Most of us angst-ridden teenagers outpour (or exacerbate) our restlessness and CARPEDIEMYOLOFUNLIFEOMG with a magical thing called Tumblr. The only problem I have with Tumblr is that I find so many cool things on it which eventually get buried underneath more cool things into an eternal archive of cool things. I don't want them to die like that! So I thought of a couple of ways to make use of the beaut pictures:
1) Print them on sticker paper, and make stickers!! (I printed mine quickly using iPhoto's "Contact Sheet" option.) I pasted mine on my guitar (a work in progress that I will someday share) but you can paste them anywhere.
2) Make a bookmark (I made mine as a gift for my Mom on her birthday.)
3) Make a card (this one I made for my sister on her birthday)
4) Decorate your room! Make a real-live Tumblr Board! Mine is currently a horrible thing but I will make it look pretty enough in due time.
PS. Just in case you were wondering, my tumblr adress is ignitethespirit2.tumblr.com
PPS. This is only part one! I will post a second part to this with more ideas of what you can do with Tumblr pictures.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
|A picture of me taken a few years back.|
Disclaimer: I do not believe in all the statements that say that the Manic Pixie Dream Girl archetype is mysoginistic. Yes, it at times can be used in mysoginistic forms, such as the one that presents the girl just as a vehicle for the boy to develop. But, come on, it's fiction and an archetype. Like, stop losing focus and getting hot over nothing.
Perhaps my favorite is Alaska. What with the bedroom submerged in books, but without the time to read them all because life is too interesting. The brilliance, the confidence, drinking wine out in an open field whilst reading Cat's Cradle, the rebelliousness.
I love how not one of them (except maybe Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly) is perfectly beautiful but beautiful in a way that you can't quite grasp.
Arguable, of course, but I mantain that Anne from Anne of Green Gables, especially in the first few books, is an archetype of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl, and she was born about a century before the term was coined.
And I can't help being uncontrollably drawn to them. I want to be like them.
I want nobody to understand me. I want boys to fall in love with the idea of me, because they can't understand the parabollic mood swings or the furious bouts of hyperventillation, or anything.
The idea with which I will conclude this veeeery narcisistic blog post is that maybe all I'm missing from the MPDGs is the courage. I have all the rest (crazy hair, mood swings, quirks.) Probably what I'm missing is the spark of adrenaline that will lead me to run away from home and to return at 5 AM, to pull a prank at school and giggle at its effects without feeling the almost morbid guilt.
And maybe, above all the rest, I want to be his Manic Pixie Dream Girl. I want him to try to understand him, I want to drag him on my crazy adventures, I want to be spontaneous and unpredictable with just him.
- Annie Hall
- Ruby Sparks
- Moonrise Kingdom
- A Tale of Love and Darkness by Amos Oz
- Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie
- Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
- Paper Towns by John Green
- The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
- I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith
- The Treaty by Mario Benedetti
- The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chobsky
- Ate about 23 ice creams
- Quit being a vegetarian
- Skinny dipped
- Made out with a girl
- Took pictures underwater and over water
- Passed out on a sushi table and on a McDonald's table
- Cried a lot, but laughed more
- Smoked my first cigarette
- Smoked my second cigarette
- Don't know how many cigarettes I've smoked now
- ^^That is The Perks of Being a Wallflower's fault
- Tumblred and blogged and wrote a lot
- Went back to scrapbooking!
- Developed my first roll of analogue film and am officially hooked
- Walked on the beach barefoot, and wondered
- Did lots of other crap
Today I go back to school. Good bye summer. It was nice to have you.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Friday, March 1, 2013
Greetings to Indian Summer, to meeting old friends again, to the start of a new school year. Greetings to homework, to fresh starts, to beginnings. To all of the wonderful new notebooks, new pencils, new folders. Greetings to new books, new lockers, changes. To uniforms. Greetings to dwindling Sunday evenings, to pool parties.
Greetings, March. Glad you came.