And Sarah's grass! :D
Feb 25, 2008
Feb 18, 2008
Feb 14, 2008
New cellphone
I'm looking for a new cellphone... a camera cellphone.
and the candidates are:
and the candidates are:
- Sony Ericsson K850i
(I currently have K750i, where most the photos from this blog come from). - LG KU990
- Nokia N95 8Gb
- Samsung G600
Feb 13, 2008
Spring is in the air! :)
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Every day we are walking from Sarah's house to the Daniel. It's about 25 min. walking in a good pace. In the way, I can not avoid looking at the changes that seasons bring into the landscape. Here are just three photos in a foggy day, taken today in the morning.
In this bush, only some flowers were out. Not a single leaf. Because of the changes in the temperature, most flowers are gone now, but there is still a little and beautiful pink flower around!
Feb 12, 2008
Cold and sunny day in Rotterdam
Just two photos I took yesterday coming to work!
And I want a new cellphone with a nice camera!!!
I've thought of one of the cybershot series from Sony Ericsson...
any suggestion?
And I want a new cellphone with a nice camera!!!
I've thought of one of the cybershot series from Sony Ericsson...
any suggestion?
Nov 8, 2007
First photo on the way!
Before the market!
Nice saturday in the way to the market in the south of Rotterdam. The trees are getting ready for the winter. I'm also getting ready by going back home (to Medellín!). ;)
Nov 1, 2007
Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden
Funeral Blues
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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Since long I have been thinking to place this poem here.
It is beautiful, touching and modern...
Poetry is not my favorite genre, but this poem is an exception.
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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Since long I have been thinking to place this poem here.
It is beautiful, touching and modern...
Poetry is not my favorite genre, but this poem is an exception.
Oct 9, 2007
Butter cookies!
After the success of the cookies yesterday at my dutch lesson, I decided to write the recipe in english here. It comes from a spanish site Tus Recetas de Cocina.If someone makes it, just let me know how they tasted!
Ingredients: 125g butter, 50g [refined/bastard in dutch] sugar and 170 g. flour.
how to make it:
- mix the flour, the sugar and the butter in a big bowl by hand till the mixture is soft and homogeneous.
- divide the mixture (dough) and give shape to the cookies. The recommended thickness is about half a centimeter.
- set the cookies on baking paper or in something with some flour (to avoid the cookies to stick)
- put the cookies in the oven for 15min. in 180 oC (or 350 oF)
- leave the cookies out of the oven for some time (to get them cold and crunchy!)
- eat them! :) or take some and invite for coffee or thee!
May be I can translate this into Dutch, for the exercise.
:---------------------------------------) <-- that's my growing nose.
EDIT: I got another link to a very delicious recipe for cookies.
Sep 20, 2007
Entre canibales...
Soda Stereo (long time ago) and their song "entre canibales" have been prowling around in my head the whole day, and I wonder why.
One image that keeps on coming is Roberto playing guitar, Jota playing clave, a girl --whose name I forgot-- and me "singing" entre canibales in Roberto's apartment some years ago in Karlshof. And then I realize that I miss going for coffee or chocolate with this friend of mine. Are you still around? how does it go with you?
One image that keeps on coming is Roberto playing guitar, Jota playing clave, a girl --whose name I forgot-- and me "singing" entre canibales in Roberto's apartment some years ago in Karlshof. And then I realize that I miss going for coffee or chocolate with this friend of mine. Are you still around? how does it go with you?
Sep 19, 2007
Open Water Diver
Some weeks ago I got my open water diver lessons, and certification! :)
I'm pretty happy with it. :)
Diving seems to be a nice (although expensive) hobby... and it is the closest you can get to making my platonic dream true: To swim near to the bottom, surrounded by fishes and [here comes the platonic part] do not need air to keep going.
But diving proved itself to be more than I thought. It is not only to learn to breath from a tank (through your mouth), but also to get aware of water pressure, air density, nitrogen/oxygen and the way they affect you while underwater... and on top of that you need learn to float in mid-water (buoyancy) . It may sound simple, but kept me busy for most of my time underwater...
I learned here in Holland, to be more precise in Zeeland.
The first dives were in the Bergsediepsluis (photo). The last 2 dives were in De Greveligen. It did not sound very appealing for me, at the beginning, to dive in this cold and muddy waters, but I was surprised to see so much life. Dicky (my instructor) dives very often in Zeeland, and she has very beautiful photos.
Anyway, I liked it! and liked it a lot!! :) and I'm looking forwards to go underwater again.
I'm pretty happy with it. :)Diving seems to be a nice (although expensive) hobby... and it is the closest you can get to making my platonic dream true: To swim near to the bottom, surrounded by fishes and [here comes the platonic part] do not need air to keep going.
But diving proved itself to be more than I thought. It is not only to learn to breath from a tank (through your mouth), but also to get aware of water pressure, air density, nitrogen/oxygen and the way they affect you while underwater... and on top of that you need learn to float in mid-water (buoyancy) . It may sound simple, but kept me busy for most of my time underwater...
I learned here in Holland, to be more precise in Zeeland.
The first dives were in the Bergsediepsluis (photo). The last 2 dives were in De Greveligen. It did not sound very appealing for me, at the beginning, to dive in this cold and muddy waters, but I was surprised to see so much life. Dicky (my instructor) dives very often in Zeeland, and she has very beautiful photos.Anyway, I liked it! and liked it a lot!! :) and I'm looking forwards to go underwater again.
Jun 26, 2007
Musical instruments
This photo was taken long time ago. There are the instruments we brought from Colombia (patria querida) in our first trip together. Wouter was very impressed with the quality of the instr. you can buy, and he thought about creating an importing bussines. From that now the memory is the only thing left.
Esta foto fue tomada hace mucho tiempo. En la mesa se ven los instrumentos musicales que trajimos de Colombia en nuestro primer viaje juntos. Wouter quería montar una empresa para importar instrumentos, pues le impresionó la calidad que se puede obtener con precios mas que razonables. La idea se fue con el tiempo.
Photos
Evidence's shown that my writting skills are not my high point. Also my PhD is suffering for this. Nevertheless, to try and keep alive (if it ever was) this blog, I decided to post photos once in a while, with a little comment. So here I start.
Nov 8, 2006
Refrigerador 1A
Los meses del refrigerador están empezando...
la temperatura en las noches está empezando a tocar el cero,
el clima está como en una montaña rusa, pero solo yendo para abajo
y los abrazos de oso son necesarios con mayor frecuencia.
la temperatura en las noches está empezando a tocar el cero,
el clima está como en una montaña rusa, pero solo yendo para abajo
y los abrazos de oso son necesarios con mayor frecuencia.
Aug 28, 2006
Extracto 1
Este es un extracto de un correo, enviado en enero 2006, despues del viaje de regreso (?) a Holanda. está a medias y así se va a quedar, pues se filtró por debajo de la mesa.
"llegamos el domingo presos de una gripa impresionante y de un cansancio incomparable, a esperar 9 horas en París - para tomar el tren hasta Rotterdam. Puede que París suene muy romántico, pero cuando uno está cansado hasta las petacas y lo único que quiere es una cama para dormir, puede convertirse en una helada pesadilla, pues todas las bancas de los parques ya estaban ocupadas con mendigos con mejores cobijas que nosotros, y las mangas de los parques estaban simplemente congeladas... tonces como zombies mecánicos fuimos a almorzar y a "caminar", donde caminar aquí se puede/debe leer como: ir de tienda en tienda (entre las que estaban abiertas), viendo cosas inútiles, que a ninguno de los dos nos interesaba, solo para hacer descarado uso de la calefacción de cada lugar... Interesante experiencia...
"llegamos el domingo presos de una gripa impresionante y de un cansancio incomparable, a esperar 9 horas en París - para tomar el tren hasta Rotterdam. Puede que París suene muy romántico, pero cuando uno está cansado hasta las petacas y lo único que quiere es una cama para dormir, puede convertirse en una helada pesadilla, pues todas las bancas de los parques ya estaban ocupadas con mendigos con mejores cobijas que nosotros, y las mangas de los parques estaban simplemente congeladas... tonces como zombies mecánicos fuimos a almorzar y a "caminar", donde caminar aquí se puede/debe leer como: ir de tienda en tienda (entre las que estaban abiertas), viendo cosas inútiles, que a ninguno de los dos nos interesaba, solo para hacer descarado uso de la calefacción de cada lugar... Interesante experiencia...
Despues de llegar a Rotterdam, nos acostamos a dormir para despertar al día siguiente a las 9am, hora colombiana... cosa muy oportuna si se está en Colombia, pero realmente inoportuna si se está en Holanda en invierno, pues son las 3pm, y el sol se oculta a las 5:30pm... eso quiere decir que nos levantamos, desayunamos y estamos listos para la comida, por que ya es de noche... "
Extracto 2
Extracto de un correo a mi amiga de toda la vida
"Besos y Abrazos (que hoy me desperté con amiguitis como es mas o menos normal en estos días tristes y grises. -- Los días son los tristes (no lo soy yo), por que el cielo no deja de llorar lágrimas que dejaron de ser saladas (pues me dicen que vienen del mar del norte), y como el sol anda en vacaciones divisando las montañas de los andes (cosa que me hace falta, aún sea desde la perspectiva de una hormiga), el ambiente se llena de frio veraniego (si es que eso puede, en alguna manera o lugar del mundo, existir)... ) " que no deja que esta gripa avance o desaparezca.
"Besos y Abrazos (que hoy me desperté con amiguitis como es mas o menos normal en estos días tristes y grises. -- Los días son los tristes (no lo soy yo), por que el cielo no deja de llorar lágrimas que dejaron de ser saladas (pues me dicen que vienen del mar del norte), y como el sol anda en vacaciones divisando las montañas de los andes (cosa que me hace falta, aún sea desde la perspectiva de una hormiga), el ambiente se llena de frio veraniego (si es que eso puede, en alguna manera o lugar del mundo, existir)... ) " que no deja que esta gripa avance o desaparezca.
May 3, 2006
Would it be?
I've been sneacking into some blogs, after I found out that there were no new posts on the only blog I read; so, I kind of found myself eager to write things down here, but now I'm just with empty hands writing what comes out of my mind...
Since I was a child, I've liked to read. I always find amazing worlds on the other side of the pages that I turn on and on, but I've never thought of myself as a creator of those stories. Now that I'm growing older, even when this older just exceeds a quarter of a century, I come to the idea that writing, or better being able to write, must be a nice thing to do... nevertheless let's let the time flow until I find something to write about.
Since I was a child, I've liked to read. I always find amazing worlds on the other side of the pages that I turn on and on, but I've never thought of myself as a creator of those stories. Now that I'm growing older, even when this older just exceeds a quarter of a century, I come to the idea that writing, or better being able to write, must be a nice thing to do... nevertheless let's let the time flow until I find something to write about.
Apr 10, 2006
correo telepático
nos hemos desaparecido del espacio y del tiempo de los dos, y solo te encuentro en mis sueños!! en serio! yo creo que fue mi consciencia, que habla pasito pero que habla, la que te puso en mi sueño anoche, y me hizo creer que estabas cerca, pero rebravo conmigo... ojalá lo primero fuera cierto, y lo último no sea así.
Me hace muchísima falta hablar con vos, pero no encuentro tus teléfonos por ningún lado, y mi tiempo es absorbido por mil ocupaciones en estas heladas tierras que dejan fuera del alcance el uso "primitivo" de un e-mail.. pero bueno, aquí estoy escribiendote desde dentro y pensando en mejor no enviarte esto, pues notarías muchas mas cosas que solo olvido y nostalgia.
Un abrazo aún así para ti, así te llegue solo en tus sueños... o mejor, que ojalá te llegue en tus sueños.
Me hace muchísima falta hablar con vos, pero no encuentro tus teléfonos por ningún lado, y mi tiempo es absorbido por mil ocupaciones en estas heladas tierras que dejan fuera del alcance el uso "primitivo" de un e-mail.. pero bueno, aquí estoy escribiendote desde dentro y pensando en mejor no enviarte esto, pues notarías muchas mas cosas que solo olvido y nostalgia.
Un abrazo aún así para ti, así te llegue solo en tus sueños... o mejor, que ojalá te llegue en tus sueños.
Apr 7, 2006
Jan 23, 2006
Ya fui y regresé, o ... ya regresé y me volví a ir?
Pues otra vez en Holanda, luego de un mes de paseo en Colombia, donde visité a mi familia y a algunos amigos, y aún tengo que ir a visitar muchos mas... la prox. vez.
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