In the mix is the essence of the sounds which surround us

I've stopped for a moment and I've started thinking of the "open fronts" I manage and I haven't still finished in this blog. On one hand, the course of fasile, which I thought would be given by means of pleasant weekly lessons; but I left it there, by the presentation post, although I actually have prepared four or five lessons in word format that I want to transform into flash in order to add the pronunciation (since leaving apart braille and signs language -which certainly are adaptations of other languages-, what is a language if it's not spoken?). I still have two or three books and cds to be commented and some movies I've seen and I want to review (either because I've seen them at the cinema, or because I like them a lot after seeing them at home); on another hand, I'd like to keep adding the rest of the movies when I see them, including a very little comment or evaluation. And, of course, there's the political issue... how you can imagine, I'm not very pleased with the current situation that doesn't go quiet in the last weeks... but, well, let's wait for the end and then we'll get involved :) On the other hand, I also have prepared a long post about a topic that will set tongues wagging.
If I haven't be able to carry on with all of this, it's been because lately I haven't real time enough to do it. Between finishing my practices, giving classes to my pupils, going to the language school and, damn it, going out from time to time (but coming back home soon), it's almost impossible to me to keep my blog updated. Mea culpa, for not well-organizing my things. To excuse myself, and as an apology, I want to transcribe a post I must have published on day 6th or 7th of this month. A sincere comment that I left unfinished and today I've completed.

This year, Chistmas time at home has been practically "non-denominational". And I'm very glad. No decoration, no Christmas tree, and of course no Christmas carols on the stereo. Even my mother, who is the only one that goes to celebrate mass at church, hasn't gone to church on the important dates: no Christmas Eve's Mass, no Christmas Day's Mass, no Epiphany's Mass. The only religious thing in sight at home are some littles figures of a Nativity scene that my brother made when he was 8 or 10, painted with changed colours, which gives them a funny touch and hardly "canonical". Everything else, all the typical traditions and several celebrations of this period have been pagan: the draw of the Chirstmas Lottery -miiiileuros (one thousand euros)- set as background music the morning of December 22nd, a copious dinner with my cousins on 24, another copious Spanish lunch on 31st, the Grapes of Luck on New Year's Eve with my other cousins, a copious lunch on January 5th for my brother's birthday, and the gifts -nothing special- and the Three Wisemen's "Roscón" for breakfast on 6th. Maybe some think this Quizá a algunos esta escasez de "Christmas signs" les pueda dar a entender que my family is sad or apathy reigns inside it. Nothing at all. In my house, we don't need to keep up appearances, we don't need a fake Christmas made of brillantina y matasuegras, we've got each others and we love each others too; that's what my family and I nos importa, y esa es la mayor alegría y la mayor celebración que se puede tener. And that's why I'm so glas over all, because we don't need false adornos to hide carencias, something that sadly, I've realized, happens in so many -so called- homes. From deep in my heart I wish you'll get lucky for feeling, as minimum, the quarter of the happiness I feel by having this family that I love so much, though I usually don't demonstrate it very much. ¡Lots of kisses!

January 7th 2006

I hardly use my mobile's photocamera, but lately I've taken some odd funny pics:

	This was on New Year's Eve, when getting out of La Clave bar, sitting on a car hood, snuggled up together to bear the night cold.
This distorted photo did call my attention. If you look carefully, the girl is bending her leg and taking her foot till her head's height and she doesn't split herself in two!
	This one was took more or less a week ago, coming back home, at a near building site. Maybe you can't read it right, so I'll transcribe it (it's in Spanish with Murcian accent): "NO APARCA DEL 2-01 AL 6. GRACIA OBRAS" (in English it would be something like: DON'T PAAK FROM 01-2 TO 6. THANK. WORKS.
I took this photo when I was parking my car at Eroski's, I put the handbrake up, I raised my eyes and PLUM I saw this huge piece of advertisement on my face... I almost dotted with it, but I fortunately resisted the advertising temptation :)

And finally this one which has happened this afternoon in Alhama: a guy of about my age has crashed his brand new Renault Megane into a house facade hahaha. How fast was he driving to make the airbag blow up and so on? Though it's hard to see in the image, he's made a rather big hole into the wall and has bended some protecting iron bars of the window. The funniest thing is that, just as I've been told, he was driving to his aunt's to say his cousin had had a car crash!!!

Carl Denham, in a desperate attempt to recover his lost glory as a film director, leads a filming team to board towards a lost island where several risks are lying in wait.
As a whole, we're talking about an entertaining movie. Of course, by equal parts inserting romantic drama and wild adventure. The weak spot: a duration of three hours which could have been only two if the innecessary sequences had been removed, as the stampede and some similar ones that are just dumbed hollywood style and a real bore. I like the scenes with insects and bugs although are very disgusting :D This won't become the best adventure film in history but it's acceptable.

The best thing: there are people who get touched by this movie till the point of get crying.
The worst thing: it's such a lot like Jurassic Park, and not only because of the dinosaurs (visually they leave a lot to be desired in comparison with the giant gorilla).

As I study Computer Engineering, I think I couldn't choose any other sentence for introducing myself and my blog. Actually, I'm not new inside the blogworld, but this is just an atempt to make an English version of my original Spanish weblog, which is called En la mezcla.

'New year, new life', this is a very famous Spanish saying that people say when the year starts. Well, from today, I've got my own one: 'new year, new blog' :D

Greetings!