Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Jobs In Silver City Brampton 2006

not spend much time here.

however, leave open every day the friends page. is my default home page, were different times. but that remains. I opened my journal every day, watching people fly, falls, gets photos of New Year's Eve or cured to lick the wounds of the last failure sentimental.

is a form of contact, although I did not contribute.
though my role is to look from behind the screen of my old laptop.
my new role, that is.

earlier posts much, wrote a lot, spent much time = permanent employment in an advertising agency bored + conenection adsl at home.
now, I spend the same, but with less impact fragmentary internetera = work + pay-per-minute connection at home.
what can we do, are phases.

guess this is my phase of stacking the events that I have precipitated during the past year. Madrid give up, change it to Berlin. forget many things, remembering a lot more. no, do not miss Spain and does not look like that will change. I love this city, despite what it costs to make his way as a photographer.
but, undeniably, it could be much worse.
might not have learned all the language. Could
not have made money with photography.
may not have work 40 hours per month of an online advertising agency that gives me health insurance and a smile of surprise every time I think I was not looking and was My first job interview in Berlin.

variables could be better and worse.
in short, life in its purest form.

I like to walk through these avenues.
I like the cold crush my lungs, but not yet cold weather compared to -20 ° C that greeted us when we made almost a year & # 241, or longer.



I like you match myback to smoke a pipe to live in a city where no one sees you as someone unusual for smoking, with wonderful tight where they themselves and their own inimitable blends.
I like it when my colleagues see me smoking a pipe, Geniesse call me (gourmet) while they smile.
I like having spent the holidays away from what I've done every year, here in the middle of Europe, seeing one of the best evenings of my life.





I like to be drilling all photographs.
I like to note that probably soon start writing my second novel. there is something inside me wanting to get out, and it is necessary to




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Monday, September 11, 2006

Star Rigging Diagrams : D

Thursday, September 7, 2006

Tech Deck On Computer

never has happened to you that you look at your life as if through a glass armored bank branch, not realizing what he's doing that from the outside, dreams and peak and really great and you feel completely normal and everyday, even when you tell it to other people?

what stupidity, of course you felt that way. all, really.

took eons without upgrading. not for lack of desire, but lack of online.
if I stopped at the journal, had the sense to fill the gap that gives the comfort of a flat rate connection or infinite. power guard down, relax, drop wordslike bullets. Germany
booted me that peace.
I have come to live in the country where there are no flat fee and get a adsl phone, as well as expensive, is an odyssey.
so hats in the public areas open wifi or pay-per-minute.
restricting to only the mandatory sentences, which have been said to keep things running diaa day.

and my words, dried, mixed with German grammar learned the hard way.

maybe that's why I'm so focused on stopping moments with a camera.
because the words have gone on vacation, like me, like this journal. And thank goodness
ay That Is Now. In principle, only the Japanese had the sensitivity needed to detect it. They put a name, but could only use an untranslatable term: Mono No Aware. Untranslatable by boundless.

"The sadness of things" is not enough. "sensitivity to things" not covered by the shade of melancholy.
Indeed, words do not serve to reach Mono No Aware. Because the intention was to experience the objective world in a direct and immediate empatĂ­aa understand the objects and the natural world without the mediation of language or other mediators. There is no room for words.
One understands the world through the rec