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What is your name?

I do not as yet know the name of this mood which envelopes and permeates me (for that is what a mood is: something which seems to be external, like a virus which you absorb, and then emanates from you to infect or, to make it more positive, color the world--white when joyous, a somber gray when melancholy).


Being a master and reader of moods, this one baffles me: I am in neither pole of the extremes, and, more interestingly, also not in between. I am not anxious, not hyper and happy, nor am I saddened by who knows what because this one has no object or reason. But what I do see and hear is a silence which has yet no name (and everything begins with naming something).


Silence, yes, a silence which is neither pregnant nor wise, far from that which conditions the sound of solitude; this is not a comfortable silence, but it is not something that I cannot bear. What am I talking about? Again: it is a silence which, far from me wanting to drown it with the noise of work and entertainment, is …

Holzwege

“Wood” is an old name for forest. In the wood there are paths, mostly overgrown, that come to an abrupt stop where the wood is untrodden.They are called Holzwege.Each goes its separate way, though within the same forest. It often appears as if one is identical to another. But it only appears so. Woodcutters and forest keepers know these paths. They know what it means to be on a Holzweg.—Martin Heidegger

Darts and Punches

Writers of maxims are just bad poets.

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Poets are writers who are either very busy or very lazy.

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Proud people are generally successful; too bad success comes with unhappiness and discontent.

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Pride is a silent inner debate between your impossible ambition and humble reality, between hopes for success and fame, and inevitable failure. Both master and slave, the proud man tortures himself: no other hand can hurt it as much, and no other sword can take its life.

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Proud death. I'd like to see a proud man as he dies. Would he still be able to maintain his posture?

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False humility. To know that you're the least but to think you could be better.

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Ambition. A wish is a hope you think you deserve; a dream is a wish you work hard for; ambition is a dream you work hard for but do not deserve.

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Competition. If it weren't for man's pride we would still be hunting deer for dinner.

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Happiness, like love, is overrated. The point is to deserve both without actually being happy and loved.

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Hap…
Goodbye to Love
The Carpenters


I'll say goodbye to love
No one ever cared if I should live or die
Time and time again the chance for love has passed me by
And all I know of love is how to live without it
I just can't seem to find it

So I've made my mind up
I must live my life alone
And though it's not the easy way
I guess I've always known

I'd say goodbye to love
There are no tomorrows for this heart of mine
Surely time will lose these bitter memories
And I'll find that there is someone to believe in
And to live for something I could live for

All the years of useless search
Have finally reached an end
Loneliness and empty days will be my only friend
From this day love is forgotten
I'll go on as best I can

What lies in the future is a mystery to us all
No one can predict the wheel of fortune as it falls
There may come a time when I will see that I've been wrong
But for now this is my song

And it's goodbye to love
I'll say goodbye to love




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It's been a year since I…

Berkeley

I visited a friend who is taking up graduate studies in University of California--Berkeley. I had been wanting to see the campus since last year as I am considering it, being a good school and being around only twenty minutes away from our place here, as a possibility for my own future studies.

I wasn't disappointed, and was even delighted as I noticed the relaxed and laid back atmosphere (because, as my friend explained, it's a California thing) complimenting the cool and sunny afternoon. It was a relatively small yet open campus, where you can comfortably go from one end to another in a leisurely stride. It really reminded me of my present alma mater--with a difference: really good academic bookstores (with used books sections!) and, of course, how could I miss saying it, a wide selection of watering holes. Books in tow, we retreated to one at the end of the afternoon, had five pints of beer each, talked about the NBA playoffs, research projects and my future plans which sudd…