Yesterday was one of those days. Finishing a script, I started feeling the so well known sensation of having a hand squeezing my brain to then make it swell until pushing hard, really hard, inside my skull, outwards, as if trying to break the bone. It was 9 PM for me anyway, so I decided to do something I don't do that often, but really should: check out interesting sims to explore. And so I found this place.
In that world we call real, I love forests, rivers and mountains. I long for one of those times when I can wear my most comfortable clothes, sneakers, and walk at places where at times the Sun doesn't reach you, because the tree leaves are just so dense at that point.
I tried to post a few pictures, but the feed wasn't collaborating. Yes, it's a beautiful place to be with him, lost in his arms while the flowers tickle you and the breeze caresses your cheeks (Yes, I also realize none of that is real, but let's just continue as if it were, for a bit.)
There was more than I wanted to show, than the feed allowed for. For example, this stone lion, which looks like a proud guardian of the Quiet River (no idea if that's the actual name of the river):
I can't help giving names to... everything. Had I been Bastian in the Neverending Story, I sure could have helped too, when the Child Empress needed a new name. Some names I give may be, though, more irreverent than others... But... Back to The Guardian of the Quiet River... :-)
I wanted a closer shot with it, staring at the waters, and I couldn't help remembering, "when you gaze long into an abyss":
My favorite shot from yesterday is this one:
Quiet River, in Flickr
It brings back so many memories... Memories of my favorite forest in Earth, a place I hope I'll see again, some time. In the meantime, I enjoy what virtual nature can do for my mind.
Have a great day :-)
Virtual life and some real thoughts from the person behind Auryn Beorn, a reserved and shy avatar (so she says) finding her own way. Curious by nature, she likes to ask questions. You may call her "Ms. Why".
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
The Art of Translation
I think I have been lucky because of living in a bilingual region since I'm three years old. I was nine when English classes were added in school, so by that time, I was already used to speaking two languages. A third one meant to me "the more, the merrier". (Actually, I was quite eager to learn English, but the reasons do not belong here.)
Learning other languages may expand your world, even if you never get to travel. As a programmer, learning languages is part of my routine. But before I get too serious, I would like to say that learning English (or any other language) is also important because it allows you to appreciate the job of a good translator. It makes you value the care taken in the choice of words, the nuances expressed, the color, the lushness of that rich jungle that is a well constructed paragraph.
I have a list of favorite translations from English to Spanish. It is actually a short list, with just one entry. Today, the unexpected happened and a second entry has been added, to share the glory:
This translation really deserves a place in my heart, close to the previously unique entry: "El menĂº de la bota que carga" for "Loading boot menu".
Traduttore traditore? ¡Traduttore los cojones!
Learning other languages may expand your world, even if you never get to travel. As a programmer, learning languages is part of my routine. But before I get too serious, I would like to say that learning English (or any other language) is also important because it allows you to appreciate the job of a good translator. It makes you value the care taken in the choice of words, the nuances expressed, the color, the lushness of that rich jungle that is a well constructed paragraph.
I have a list of favorite translations from English to Spanish. It is actually a short list, with just one entry. Today, the unexpected happened and a second entry has been added, to share the glory:
This translation really deserves a place in my heart, close to the previously unique entry: "El menĂº de la bota que carga" for "Loading boot menu".
Traduttore traditore? ¡Traduttore los cojones!
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Driving
I love driving. When out of cities/villages, it's the only time I allow myself to raise the music's volume and sing for hundreds of km (I spare from that torture to possible passengers I could be carrying with me, though.) I love seeing the landscapes, and at times I can also see wonderful yet rare events like the red Moon yesterday.
When driving, I think a lot. Often I wish I carried something that recorded and typed my thoughts, to later develop on them. Particularly when I think of new things to create, since I've forgotten all of them by the time I'm back home.
At times, I can't help thinking of comparisons between driving and life itself. Yesterday was no different, and so my mind started, Life is like driving; everybody knows how to speed up in the straight long roads, but just so few know how to take curves. Then it went for Life is like driving; so many people paying attention to their cell phones while missing on the landscapes. Then I had an image in my mind of white bubbled-shaped sort of humans all carrying phones. Then the image continued with a flying bird over them, like the one that shows in some anime, right before everybody sweats that big drop, cracks struck by a lightning and falls to the floor.
And then is when I thought "and this is why you will never be taken seriously."
Ah well. Have a good day :-)
When driving, I think a lot. Often I wish I carried something that recorded and typed my thoughts, to later develop on them. Particularly when I think of new things to create, since I've forgotten all of them by the time I'm back home.
At times, I can't help thinking of comparisons between driving and life itself. Yesterday was no different, and so my mind started, Life is like driving; everybody knows how to speed up in the straight long roads, but just so few know how to take curves. Then it went for Life is like driving; so many people paying attention to their cell phones while missing on the landscapes. Then I had an image in my mind of white bubbled-shaped sort of humans all carrying phones. Then the image continued with a flying bird over them, like the one that shows in some anime, right before everybody sweats that big drop, cracks struck by a lightning and falls to the floor.
And then is when I thought "and this is why you will never be taken seriously."
Ah well. Have a good day :-)
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