Hey everybody!!! Que tal?
I hope this finds you well!!! Today I went to class, paid my bills, and went to work... I'm about to go play waterball, and I have to take a break from writing this and go do that. We won. It was a fun game.
Ok I'm almost out of time to write this, but I'm going to try to get in in before twelve.
I was thinking today about the judgment that people place on clothes. One time I was traveling and I decided to where a suit on the airplane. I got the best service from stewardess' that I have ever had(side note U.S. stewardess' are the worst in the world.) We look at peoples clothes and we believe that is ok to judge them by what they are wearing. Like if you see someone wearing any type of clothes like cowboy, baggy, athletic, uniforms, dressy, many times people will stereotype their intelligence,their work ethic, and their background. We believe it is ok because we decide that the clothes they wear are a choice that they make for themselves.
Just one quick thought, I had to beat the deadline,
yall be careful and ojala que estes con una sonrisa
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sulfur
Buenas!!! I hope this finds everyone well. Well guys I am officially at post #21...thats three weeks of posting something...to be honest I thought that this might last three days before I ran out of stuff to talk about...but here we are. Thanks everyone who reads this, whether you found by accident, by word of mouth, or by just stalking me... I appreciate it and I will keep writing if yall will keep reading.
A few years back there was a commercial for some cologne, body spray, or some other scented product that proclaimed that scent is the strongest sense tied to memory. A few days ago I was talking to my friend Lauren about smells that reminded us of different things and places... and I have to say that I think the commercial was right. I remember in a movie from my childhood (I think it was the original parent trap...don't judge me) that one of the characters said that she knew her grandfather by his scent of pipe tobacco and peppermints. I don't smoke, but ever since then have wanted to smell like peppermints. When I smell Tide I think of my Mom and when I smell the tinny smell of blood I think of my Grandpa, he's an avid hunter and member of the NRA. Jasmine and car emissions remind me of Montevideo, and other smells remind me of other people and places. I think that it has to do with perception too, because there are many times when there can be a bad smell that I know is a bad smell, but I like it because I associate it with something good. Sulfur smells horrible when you get it on you, and its really hard to get rid of, but I don't mind it as much. When I was a kid my Dad was working shift work in the oil field, and I didn't get to see him as much as I wanted to, but when he came home he smelled like sulfur. So for me when I smell sulfur I still think of Dad coming home, and sulfur is a good smell for me.
Bueno thats about all I got for today,
yall be careful and ojala que estes con una sonrisa
A few years back there was a commercial for some cologne, body spray, or some other scented product that proclaimed that scent is the strongest sense tied to memory. A few days ago I was talking to my friend Lauren about smells that reminded us of different things and places... and I have to say that I think the commercial was right. I remember in a movie from my childhood (I think it was the original parent trap...don't judge me) that one of the characters said that she knew her grandfather by his scent of pipe tobacco and peppermints. I don't smoke, but ever since then have wanted to smell like peppermints. When I smell Tide I think of my Mom and when I smell the tinny smell of blood I think of my Grandpa, he's an avid hunter and member of the NRA. Jasmine and car emissions remind me of Montevideo, and other smells remind me of other people and places. I think that it has to do with perception too, because there are many times when there can be a bad smell that I know is a bad smell, but I like it because I associate it with something good. Sulfur smells horrible when you get it on you, and its really hard to get rid of, but I don't mind it as much. When I was a kid my Dad was working shift work in the oil field, and I didn't get to see him as much as I wanted to, but when he came home he smelled like sulfur. So for me when I smell sulfur I still think of Dad coming home, and sulfur is a good smell for me.
Bueno thats about all I got for today,
yall be careful and ojala que estes con una sonrisa
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Ox-Cart Drivers
Hello Hello Hello!
Buen dia to everyone out there tonight! I hope everything is going well for you all!
Today I went with my family to Lubbock we watched "The Blind Side" which is an entertaining movie. Then we went out to eat at Texas Roadhouse, and I ran into a friend of mine, Landon who I haven't seen in like two years, and I got to eat a New York Strip steak...which I think is ironic to have at Texas Roadhouse. So that was really cool. We then went on a bit of a shopping experience, I got to look at new thermos in Academy and I was viciously disappointed in Hastings' selection of anything in Portuguese... all they had was one pocket sized phrasebook.
So I was in the car today on my way back to DC with my family and I started thinking about the word legend. I think the word legend is used too much. We see it in movies, like "The Legend of Bagger Vance", or "I am Legend". People use it in their daily speech "Dude, that piece of cheese was legendary!" or "man that load of laundry was of legendary proportions." Now what really makes something legendary? Does it have to be a myth based in truth, or a complete work of fiction? When does a person move from being a hero or villain, to being a legend? A few people out there, whom we know were real people, have moved into the legend status people like William Wallace, Joan of Arc, Ivan the Terrible, and Genghis Khan. Then we have our stories that are legendary like Robin Hood, King Arther, and the Iliad... these are stories that may have some element of truth in them, but no one is positive about what is true, there are only speculations. Will the heroes of today be transformed into legends one day? Will there be tales told of how the great Bill Gates changed the world with his magic windows? Or how Lebron James, earned his name the Akron Hammer by crushing the souls of the defeated?
Everyone in the world is trying to find out why it is they were put on this earth, and many people will say that their goal is to not be forgotten, others will tell you it is to live a good life. Behind every one of the legends that I talked about earlier there were countless people who were heroic behind them and helped them to be remembered as we do today. Now what elevated the legends beyond that of heroic status to legendary? Was it that they were glory hounds, or was it because they were something more? Then there are thousands of people in the world who live their lives daily and who are incredible people, but who will not be remembered 57 years from now. Does that make their lives any less valuable? Everyone effects everyone else though, how much effect do these unremembered people have on the people who we remember as legends and heroes? The great-grandparents, friends, the guy who didn't run over Napoleon with his ox-cart. Each one has effected history, and through history our lives. So take care my friends because we could be the ox-cart driver.
Ok well just a few ideas
Thanks to everyone who reads this blog, I really appreciate all your comments, no matter how you make them.
but
Yall be careful and ojala que estes con una sonrisa!
Buen dia to everyone out there tonight! I hope everything is going well for you all!
Today I went with my family to Lubbock we watched "The Blind Side" which is an entertaining movie. Then we went out to eat at Texas Roadhouse, and I ran into a friend of mine, Landon who I haven't seen in like two years, and I got to eat a New York Strip steak...which I think is ironic to have at Texas Roadhouse. So that was really cool. We then went on a bit of a shopping experience, I got to look at new thermos in Academy and I was viciously disappointed in Hastings' selection of anything in Portuguese... all they had was one pocket sized phrasebook.
So I was in the car today on my way back to DC with my family and I started thinking about the word legend. I think the word legend is used too much. We see it in movies, like "The Legend of Bagger Vance", or "I am Legend". People use it in their daily speech "Dude, that piece of cheese was legendary!" or "man that load of laundry was of legendary proportions." Now what really makes something legendary? Does it have to be a myth based in truth, or a complete work of fiction? When does a person move from being a hero or villain, to being a legend? A few people out there, whom we know were real people, have moved into the legend status people like William Wallace, Joan of Arc, Ivan the Terrible, and Genghis Khan. Then we have our stories that are legendary like Robin Hood, King Arther, and the Iliad... these are stories that may have some element of truth in them, but no one is positive about what is true, there are only speculations. Will the heroes of today be transformed into legends one day? Will there be tales told of how the great Bill Gates changed the world with his magic windows? Or how Lebron James, earned his name the Akron Hammer by crushing the souls of the defeated?
Everyone in the world is trying to find out why it is they were put on this earth, and many people will say that their goal is to not be forgotten, others will tell you it is to live a good life. Behind every one of the legends that I talked about earlier there were countless people who were heroic behind them and helped them to be remembered as we do today. Now what elevated the legends beyond that of heroic status to legendary? Was it that they were glory hounds, or was it because they were something more? Then there are thousands of people in the world who live their lives daily and who are incredible people, but who will not be remembered 57 years from now. Does that make their lives any less valuable? Everyone effects everyone else though, how much effect do these unremembered people have on the people who we remember as legends and heroes? The great-grandparents, friends, the guy who didn't run over Napoleon with his ox-cart. Each one has effected history, and through history our lives. So take care my friends because we could be the ox-cart driver.
Ok well just a few ideas
Thanks to everyone who reads this blog, I really appreciate all your comments, no matter how you make them.
but
Yall be careful and ojala que estes con una sonrisa!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Cut Grass
Hey everyone!!! Boa noite!!!
No que voce esta pensando agora?
So today was a really restful day I didn't do very much. I woke up this morning, hung out with the family, which included a Guitar Hero tourney a game at which I am pathetic. I messed up my pinky back in my football playing days so when I try to hit the last two buttons it doesn't work very well because my pinky want to hit almost the same place as my ring finger every time. Tonight I'm going to watch my brother play some live music, he is an incredible musician who writes his own songs. I'm looking forward to seeing him jam.
Don't you think that its interesting on how peoples perceptions change over time? When I was a kid I remember watching my Dad mow the grass at our house on D street. I was always the little kid that you all remember that you were "Can I help? Do you need a hand? What can I do?" and my Dad would never let me help him out. I remeber smelling the freshly cut grass, and thinking to myself that I would love mowing the lawn just because of that smell. Later in life when mowing the lawn became my labor for the household I found myself realizing that not only did I not enjoy mowing the lawn, I hated it. Now understand that where I'm from, the desert, your not always mowing green grass. So I would get sand in my nose, my teeth, all over, just to get the few blades of green sticking up withing the yellow. We also had one really green patch which when mowed it still produced that freshly cut grass smell that I loved as a kid. Sometimes I would see my younger brother watching me cutting it, and every once in a while he would ask me if I needed any help. I would always say no, but it made me remember when I was a kid and how I thought back then.
Winston Churchhill said "Any man who is under 30, and is not a liberal, has not heart; and any man who is over 30, and is not a conservative, has no brains." I don't know if he's right or not, but I do believe that there are things that you see as a child that change and develop as an adult, and change even more once you have kids. I still don't know what kind of person I will be twenty years from now, but I hope that I don't change so much that the person I am today wouldn't be able to get along with future me.
Well those are the thoughts of the day
Everybody be safe traveling back from the holidays, and I'm looking forward to seeing all you ACU peeps.
Yall be careful an ojala que estas con una sonrisa
No que voce esta pensando agora?
So today was a really restful day I didn't do very much. I woke up this morning, hung out with the family, which included a Guitar Hero tourney a game at which I am pathetic. I messed up my pinky back in my football playing days so when I try to hit the last two buttons it doesn't work very well because my pinky want to hit almost the same place as my ring finger every time. Tonight I'm going to watch my brother play some live music, he is an incredible musician who writes his own songs. I'm looking forward to seeing him jam.
Don't you think that its interesting on how peoples perceptions change over time? When I was a kid I remember watching my Dad mow the grass at our house on D street. I was always the little kid that you all remember that you were "Can I help? Do you need a hand? What can I do?" and my Dad would never let me help him out. I remeber smelling the freshly cut grass, and thinking to myself that I would love mowing the lawn just because of that smell. Later in life when mowing the lawn became my labor for the household I found myself realizing that not only did I not enjoy mowing the lawn, I hated it. Now understand that where I'm from, the desert, your not always mowing green grass. So I would get sand in my nose, my teeth, all over, just to get the few blades of green sticking up withing the yellow. We also had one really green patch which when mowed it still produced that freshly cut grass smell that I loved as a kid. Sometimes I would see my younger brother watching me cutting it, and every once in a while he would ask me if I needed any help. I would always say no, but it made me remember when I was a kid and how I thought back then.
Winston Churchhill said "Any man who is under 30, and is not a liberal, has not heart; and any man who is over 30, and is not a conservative, has no brains." I don't know if he's right or not, but I do believe that there are things that you see as a child that change and develop as an adult, and change even more once you have kids. I still don't know what kind of person I will be twenty years from now, but I hope that I don't change so much that the person I am today wouldn't be able to get along with future me.
Well those are the thoughts of the day
Everybody be safe traveling back from the holidays, and I'm looking forward to seeing all you ACU peeps.
Yall be careful an ojala que estas con una sonrisa
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Writing like bronze
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
Felizidades!!!
I hope all of yalls Thanksgivings have been incredible!
Mine was really good, I ate a huge meal with my family, watched the Cowboys with my Dad and read The Alchemist.
The Alchemist is an incredible book by Paulo Coelho, a Brazilian, who wrote it in 1988 the year I was born. It was given to me by my good friend Jade, for my birthday, but this was the first time I have had time to read it. She gave it to me because she said that the protagonist Santiago(which by the way in Spanish means James, my middle name...weird) reminded her of me. I loved the book, and I definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a holiday read.
Jade is one of the most brilliant people I know on this earth! She studied abroad with me in Uruguay and I think we will be friends to the grave. She is from Korea, and once in a literature class in Montevideo our Profesora told us that "she had three students who write like gold, and Brandon you write like bronze" and this was in English. Jade's a bio-chemistry major... English isn't even what shes talented at and she's still better than me. She is an incredible woman and I am blessed to have her as a friend.
Well my thoughts are all filled up with the book right now and so I just want to give yall a few main points, but I wont give away the story. Follow your passion because if you don't you will always wonder what if. Don't get sidelined because of love, if its really love then it will be there when you have gone through your journey, and that the people that really love you want to see you happy. Don't let the fear of change keep you from doing what you want.
Well I'm not going to write to much more, because its a holiday and I kind of have a headache, but quickly I just want encourage everyone to call the people that you care about or go see them.
Yall be careful and ojala que estes con una sonrisa!
Felizidades!!!
I hope all of yalls Thanksgivings have been incredible!
Mine was really good, I ate a huge meal with my family, watched the Cowboys with my Dad and read The Alchemist.
The Alchemist is an incredible book by Paulo Coelho, a Brazilian, who wrote it in 1988 the year I was born. It was given to me by my good friend Jade, for my birthday, but this was the first time I have had time to read it. She gave it to me because she said that the protagonist Santiago(which by the way in Spanish means James, my middle name...weird) reminded her of me. I loved the book, and I definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a holiday read.
Jade is one of the most brilliant people I know on this earth! She studied abroad with me in Uruguay and I think we will be friends to the grave. She is from Korea, and once in a literature class in Montevideo our Profesora told us that "she had three students who write like gold, and Brandon you write like bronze" and this was in English. Jade's a bio-chemistry major... English isn't even what shes talented at and she's still better than me. She is an incredible woman and I am blessed to have her as a friend.
Well my thoughts are all filled up with the book right now and so I just want to give yall a few main points, but I wont give away the story. Follow your passion because if you don't you will always wonder what if. Don't get sidelined because of love, if its really love then it will be there when you have gone through your journey, and that the people that really love you want to see you happy. Don't let the fear of change keep you from doing what you want.
Well I'm not going to write to much more, because its a holiday and I kind of have a headache, but quickly I just want encourage everyone to call the people that you care about or go see them.
Yall be careful and ojala que estes con una sonrisa!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Here be monsters
Hello!!! Hola!!! Bom dia!!! Swadekrap! Salam alek! Gutennacht! Anyon! or whatever language you speak or wish you spoke I just wanted to great you! Ya!
Thank you for reading what I have to say I hope that I've kept things light hearted enough. Real quick I just wanted to apologize for my grammar and punctuation, I'm writing this really freely, I don't reread it before I post, and I usually only go back and change things unless someone tells me it completely changes the meaning of what I was trying to say(real quick thanks shout out to brooksdirk for that one)and I'm sorry if it makes it hard to read sometimes, but I feel like its a bit rawer and I like it that way. Its more like the live version. Lots of small mistakes.
So I spent most of the day driving here to my hometown of Denver City, which has to be one of the most desolate drives known to man. There are parts of the drive that the land is so flat that you can see the curvature of the earth. yeah. I know a lady who was on the same route that I took that hit a puma (yes really a puma) in her car... her husband asked her why she didn't put in the back of the SUV. She was afraid of what would happen if it wasn't all the way dead though and just knocked out. I've been seeing a lot of commercials with maps of 3G availiablity lately, but not only are parts of my drive home without 3G coverage for my Razor there are parts that don't have call services; digital nigh analog. My good friend Jordan, who one time last semester went home with me, being the modern gentleman that he is went to pull out his handy dandy ithing saying "Brandon where are we?" thinking he would look on his phone and it would have all the answers. His phone dispayed a message that said "No service" Jordan looked at me with terror glistening in his eyes and said "We be off the map, here there be monsters"
I have been learning to enjoy this trip though, its one of the few times in my life that I am truly alone. I am very extroverted, but even the most extroverted needs to come down and figure stuff out. I grew up with the deserted terrain that I drove across today, but it wasn't until I left Denver City for college did i realize just how beautiful it really is. The sky stretches for hours and the plains are in places completly untouched by humans. At night in the right place you can see three different small towns each about fifteen miles away from the spot your at right then. My favorite part about my hometown is the stars. Imagine with me a place almost completly flat out in the country, even away from town and look up and see Orio but not just the big stars like you usually see in a city, but all the tiniest glimmers surrounding him and courting the great hunter of the sky. Each with their own small glow; their light millions of years old reaching you at that very moment that you look up and feel just how small you are. Its breathtaking.
Well those are some thoughts for today
Happy Thanksgiving, tell the people you care about how you feel.
Yall be careful and ojala que estes con una sonrisa!
Thank you for reading what I have to say I hope that I've kept things light hearted enough. Real quick I just wanted to apologize for my grammar and punctuation, I'm writing this really freely, I don't reread it before I post, and I usually only go back and change things unless someone tells me it completely changes the meaning of what I was trying to say(real quick thanks shout out to brooksdirk for that one)and I'm sorry if it makes it hard to read sometimes, but I feel like its a bit rawer and I like it that way. Its more like the live version. Lots of small mistakes.
So I spent most of the day driving here to my hometown of Denver City, which has to be one of the most desolate drives known to man. There are parts of the drive that the land is so flat that you can see the curvature of the earth. yeah. I know a lady who was on the same route that I took that hit a puma (yes really a puma) in her car... her husband asked her why she didn't put in the back of the SUV. She was afraid of what would happen if it wasn't all the way dead though and just knocked out. I've been seeing a lot of commercials with maps of 3G availiablity lately, but not only are parts of my drive home without 3G coverage for my Razor there are parts that don't have call services; digital nigh analog. My good friend Jordan, who one time last semester went home with me, being the modern gentleman that he is went to pull out his handy dandy ithing saying "Brandon where are we?" thinking he would look on his phone and it would have all the answers. His phone dispayed a message that said "No service" Jordan looked at me with terror glistening in his eyes and said "We be off the map, here there be monsters"
I have been learning to enjoy this trip though, its one of the few times in my life that I am truly alone. I am very extroverted, but even the most extroverted needs to come down and figure stuff out. I grew up with the deserted terrain that I drove across today, but it wasn't until I left Denver City for college did i realize just how beautiful it really is. The sky stretches for hours and the plains are in places completly untouched by humans. At night in the right place you can see three different small towns each about fifteen miles away from the spot your at right then. My favorite part about my hometown is the stars. Imagine with me a place almost completly flat out in the country, even away from town and look up and see Orio but not just the big stars like you usually see in a city, but all the tiniest glimmers surrounding him and courting the great hunter of the sky. Each with their own small glow; their light millions of years old reaching you at that very moment that you look up and feel just how small you are. Its breathtaking.
Well those are some thoughts for today
Happy Thanksgiving, tell the people you care about how you feel.
Yall be careful and ojala que estes con una sonrisa!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Ave Maria!
Como andan yall!!!
Im going to head out Denver City for Thanksgiving in the morning. If your on the road, stop reading this and watch the road, but if you are wherever you are for this week then read away and I hope you enjoy it. Today I had a few classes and a lot of stuff to do with the insurance stuff pero todo esta tranquilo.
So I was was talking today with Cindy and Jade, and we were talking about the power of words. Its incredible if you look at people like Thomas Jefferson, William Waldo Emerson, or Henry David Thoreau and their impact on how the world works today. Its incredible that these people who are kicking it with the worms right now still effect the way you and I think. Ave Maria, its just astounding. Thomas Jefferson said, "The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead" but the structures that he and his compatriots set up are governing us to this day. This is only possible by the written word and ability to store ideas on paper and pass them on for the future. "All our progress is an unfolding, like a vegetable bud. You have first an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge as the plant has root, bud, and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason." Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Lately, I have been feeling the need to create. I don't know what, and its probably a side-effect of writing this blog, I have been feeling like I need to make something... now I don't know what it is but something. Es lo que siento yo. It could be some kind of written thing, maybe painting, maybe a table, maybe a birdhouse I don't know, but something. I think that there is something very telling about human nature in this. We search to build, create and make things in nuestras own ways. It makes us who we are; and just as none of us are the same the things that we create are never the same either. There is so much beauty in the differences and originality that we we all have.
Well those are some thoughts for the day. I hope everyone is having a great break so far from school, and I hope that everyone is safe and careful. Felizidades.
yall be careful and Ojala que estes con una sonrisa.
Im going to head out Denver City for Thanksgiving in the morning. If your on the road, stop reading this and watch the road, but if you are wherever you are for this week then read away and I hope you enjoy it. Today I had a few classes and a lot of stuff to do with the insurance stuff pero todo esta tranquilo.
So I was was talking today with Cindy and Jade, and we were talking about the power of words. Its incredible if you look at people like Thomas Jefferson, William Waldo Emerson, or Henry David Thoreau and their impact on how the world works today. Its incredible that these people who are kicking it with the worms right now still effect the way you and I think. Ave Maria, its just astounding. Thomas Jefferson said, "The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead" but the structures that he and his compatriots set up are governing us to this day. This is only possible by the written word and ability to store ideas on paper and pass them on for the future. "All our progress is an unfolding, like a vegetable bud. You have first an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge as the plant has root, bud, and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason." Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Lately, I have been feeling the need to create. I don't know what, and its probably a side-effect of writing this blog, I have been feeling like I need to make something... now I don't know what it is but something. Es lo que siento yo. It could be some kind of written thing, maybe painting, maybe a table, maybe a birdhouse I don't know, but something. I think that there is something very telling about human nature in this. We search to build, create and make things in nuestras own ways. It makes us who we are; and just as none of us are the same the things that we create are never the same either. There is so much beauty in the differences and originality that we we all have.
Well those are some thoughts for the day. I hope everyone is having a great break so far from school, and I hope that everyone is safe and careful. Felizidades.
yall be careful and Ojala que estes con una sonrisa.
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