Sunday, November 29, 2009


Mexican people do not celebrate Thanksgiving. We usually save our grateful prayers for Christmas or December 12th (The Lady of Guadalupe), but among all the religious non-sense Mexican people are devoted to, I find this foreign holiday particularly appealing. Just reflecting upon all the good things, about how lucky you are, despite the catastrophes around, seems pretty fair to me, wether you believe in God or not.

All in all, I do have a lot of things to be grateful for. In spite of all the accidents, drawbacks, changes, crisis, and trouble, my family and I are still alive, and more or less in one piece. We are still granted our daily bread, and our problems have solutions. We have reasons to be grateful.

Monday, November 09, 2009


Some fun things I've learned about men.

1. Men believe that shampoo and toilet paper are a mushroom species which grow in the bathroom.

2. Men are brave for dealing with mice and rats, but they cannot handle a needle.

3. Men find disturbing the fact that a girl places movies such as Spiderman, Akira, X-men, next to "Sleepless in Seatle".

4. Most Mexican male drivers believe driving women are a genetic mistake, like Down Syndrome.

5. Most men are surprised by a woman who loathes "Twilight" movie, book, and the whole concept.

6. Most Mexican men are deeply disturbed by a woman who is able to efficiently change a tire.

7. Most men are shocked by a woman who states maternity is not part of her life plan.

8. Regular men look lost when a woman speaks about Anime.

9. Regular men are shocked a woman has never heard of Colin Tellado but has read all canonical Ian Flemming's 007 books.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Unbalance in life.

Terry Pratchett was absolutely right when he stated that unfortunate events are a bunch of cowards who never face you individually, but jump on you as a pack.

Car breaks dowm, mom breaks down, work situation goes off balance... Every negative thing that can bump on me has done it, and I am barely keeping migrane at bay with 2 aspirins for breakfast every morning.

It is in situations like this when my true character is put to the test, and I become reassured I'm pathologically optimistic: yeah, I was about to ruin my car's engine, but the failure was discovered just in time to prevent that. Sure, my mom broke her ankle in 3 pieces, but at least it wasn't her hip or her skull, and of course my boss and supervisors are giving me a hard time, but I do have enough evidence I've been doing my job properly, so what the hell? Life goes on, doesn't it?

Being thrown off balance by life is not exactly my cup of tea, but I'm sure I will survive.