Early Memories II

Mi papa se fue a México solito. Mi mama y yo seguíamos en Bolivia. La verdad de todo esto no me acuerdo nada, pero lo que si me acuerdo, me parece, es entrar con mi mama a una oficina y escuchar que ella decía:
- somos estudiantes
En mi memoria estábamos en una oficina pequeñita, donde solo cabía un escritorio, y detrás del escritorio una señorita vestida de blanco. Para salir de detrás del escritorio creo que la señorita se tenia que poner de cuatro patas, tan chiquita era la oficina.
También es parte de esta memoria una chompa de cuello alto, rosada casi fucsia. No se si yo la tenia puesta, o si mi mama la tenia puesta, o si alguien la tenia en la mano, o que. Pero de algún modo se conectan en la historia.
Supongo que estábamos llegando a México, o estaríamos todavía en el Perú, de viaje.

No fue un viaje fácil, pero de la pequeña oficina es de lo único que me acuerdo. Me imagino que debe haber habido un espacio al lado del escritorio. Pero es así como yo lo recuerdo.
Una vez en México recuerdo pedirle a mi mama un pijama que me gustaba. Mi mama me dijo que estaba entre las cosas que nos robaron mientras estábamos en Lima. Como funcionara la memoria, que ahora ya no me acuerdo de las cosas que se perdieron, pero hubo un día en el que me acordaba.

Bolivianismo No. 1

A mi me habían dicho que ófrico era un bolivianismo. Orgullosos estábamos una vez, contándoselo a todo el mundo.

La primera vez que oí la palabra, y todavía me acuerdo, fue cuando mi tía me describió su nuevo restaurante vegetariano: "...es chiquito, un poco ófrico, pero bonito". La causa de sus mejillas descoloridas.

Pero ahora resulta que ófrico dicen en la Argentina - en Salta! Aparece clasificado en el Diccionario de Salteñismos:

ófrico

Palabra esdrújula que significa oscuro, frío, tenebroso y húmedo.

Lo malo es que en el mismo diccionario aparecen cosas como:

ojoso

Persona de ojos grandes o saltones.|| 2. Se aplica también a los alimentos a los que le han salido agujeros. Por ejemplo, esta papa está ojosa.

Me equivoco o eso de decir ojoso es mas internacional? A mi siempre me dijeron las tias viejas: “que ojosita, pareces una muñequita”. También recuerdo escuchar a mi mama quejarse de que las papas estaban ojosas.

Será que los bolivianos tenemos mas en común con los salteños que las salteñas? (Hace poco en un ataque de nostalgia me puse a buscar en el Internet la receta de las salteñas - para que, no tengo idea, si jamás tuve la intención de prepararlas), y se me apareció una receta argentina de ‘empanadas salteñas’, es decir de Salta. La receta era parecida, empanadas de carne con papas y otras cositas. Pero nada que ver con la tradicional salteña boliviana: salteña potosina, salteña chuquisaqueña, salteña ‘la’ paceña, creo que hasta salteñas cambas debe haber.

Volviendo al tema de las similitudes entre bolivianos y salteños, me encuentro ahora haciendo amigos con chilenos, brasileños, peruanos… y es que la hermandad surge con fuerza cuando toca la nostalgia. Con argentinos no me he encontrado todavía. Mejor. Seguro que uno me sale con que ófrico es argentinismo y no bolivianismo…

I wanna be a player again

He has blue eyes that look like he was a little boy. And he is 1.94. It's been almost three years now and my eyes hadn't wandered.
Until now.
He has the look of the perfect player. The type I never really liked, with the black shirt. But he also has the most incredible lips that I wanna bite. Blue eyes, I think, and I am not even sure. Yesterday he looked at me and winked and I smiled. I looked away. Then as he was leaving he turned back and looked at me. I was looking at him too. He is a player. I wanna play too.
He is only a boy. A very nice looking one, with a nice voice. He looks at me with desire and doesn't care. He is not a player. But it doesn't matter. I don't like players.
How much does it cost, to get back in the game?

Early memories I

I was in my grandma's shop in Santa Cruz, mixing up the lentils with the rice, the beans with the sugar. Wait. There can't have been any sugar. Surely if there had been any the ants would have come to eat it? Definitely no sugar.
I remember the dark room, the counter, my new shoes. I had new shoes and I was very happy about that. I was walking on my heels and feeling very important. I think I was two.
There was a baby sleeping in a pram, right next to me. No idea who that was. Some relative, or family friend. My grandfather used to have this shop, but then suddenly he died a few months before I was born. So my grandma kept the shop for sometime. I think it was like a cornershop, but they had large bags full of grains and things like that and sold those by weight. Old style. This was about 27 years ago.
Apparently most people have their earlier memories from when they were about 3 1/2 years old. Apparently, some people, more women than men. have earlier memories. Why is that? Was I so totally extatic about having new shoes? or was it the baby? There isn't anything exciting about this memory of mine!
The other possibility is that I am making the whole thing up. They say we 'construct' memories based on photos, or on stories we are told about. We imagine we remember. In some of these such 'memories' we can see ourselves, like it was a film, and we had been watching rather than participating. But I remember what was around me, I can't picture myself. If I make an effort I think I can even remember the shoes I was wearing...
My mum keeps one of my shoes from when I was little. Maybe I am picturing those shoes? This is very confusing. I don't think I have told her, or anyone except for John, about this story. I realise now I dont even know if it was my grandmother's shop where I was.
All I really remember is feeling happy about the new shoes. And the coolness of the rice when you put your hand in the bag. And the shoes made me feel so big. I was a big girl.
So early, it started, this fixation for having new shoes?

Viral Videos

On November 4, 2002 Ghyslain Raza made a video of himself swinging a golf ball retriever around as a Darth Maul-style light saber. The video was filmed at the studio of his high school, and the tape was left forgotten in a basement for a few months. On or around April 19, 2003, the original owner of the videotape discovered Raza's recorded acts and immediately shared it with some friends. Thinking that it would be a funny prank, they encoded it to a WMV file and shared it in Kazaa under the filename Jackass_starwars_funny.wmv.
Within two weeks, the file was downloaded several million times. An adapted version of the video was created, adding Star Wars music, texts, and lightsaber lights and sounds to Raza's golf ball retriever. According to Waxy.org, this was done by Bryan Dube, an employee from Raven Software. Several gaming, technology and Star Wars-related sites began to host the video, further increasing downloads. Days later a second "Matrix Reloaded" version hit the internet. Soon, people all over the world picked up the original and began making conversions of it, adding music, visual effects, and sounds, combining it with other well-known videos or scenes from films.
As of 27th November 2006 it had been estimated by that over 900 million internet users have viewed a version of the original video. This makes it the most popular "viral video" on the Internet.

Que es un "meme"?

He estado leyendo bastantes blogs ultimamente y es la segunda vez que se aparece esto del meme. Que es meme? el equivalente del mail donde hay un monton de preguntas que se supone que describen a la person que las responde y luego manda a un monton de contactos que a su vez llenan el questionario y la mandan a otro monton de gente.
Tambien hay la variante en la que solo te llegan preguntas que tienes que contestar sobre la persona que te lo manda! (Creo que esa es la version egotistica)

O seria divertido ver cuanto sabemos de los autores de blogs que leemos. Sera posible que los conozcamos como si fueran nuestros amigos? O sera q no tenemos idea, ya que lo que sale en el blog es siempre cuidadosamente estudiado?

Por otro lado, leyendo blogs de gente que conozco (poco) me ha revelado cosas nuevas sobre ellos, que no me hubiera imaginado.