No more Music for Now

I know I promised I was going to upload more xmas music, but as of now, I cannot do that anymore. As much as I've been searching online, I cannot seem to find something else that would complement the two clips I've already provided here. I shown two clips that I listed to when I was a little girl. But the music i listened to as a teenager was totally different. I didn't care about xmas, I didn't really listened to anything seasonal at all (when being by myself). Yet, the music I listened too, was the same that they play here, so it's unnecessary to repeat that.

So, I guess this is all for now with regards to seasonal music.

Dance as an Elf!

Just a quickie one.

As of this morning, we have discovered this great website
Elf Yourself and had so much fun using it. You can upload up to five pictures and then you and your mates will be transformed into elves! You can then select from a small range of dances and enjoy the fun. It's brilliant because you can downloaded and send it around.

Try it!

In Understanding Boredom and Emptiness

I've struggled for far too long in trying to understand the extent to which emotions are influenced and controlled by the chemistry of our brain and body. To what extent are emotions and feelings influenced by the soul and the mind. Which of these are entities on their own and which are creations of our thinking only. I suppose that I'll keep on with these questions for as long as I live.

Two notions I've been briefly discussing about recently is the possible difference, if such exists, between boredom and emptiness. The other day, my partner told me that he felt empty at work. He's said that before, but i could not understand what he meant by feeling empty. When he explained, as simple as the explanation was: feeling nothing about nothing, gaining nothing from nothing, and so on. I thought that such is the way I feel when I claim to be bored. Such as I feel now. But still, I'm bored because I don't think I am benefiting in any possible way from the work I'm doing today (working on an research report that only reflects a tiny bit of my work on it and none of my approach). Hey, but such is life. So, this is kind of lack of motivation as of this day. Thus, being motiveless causes me getting bored and anxious.

Yet, I've never called it 'feeling empty'. For me that sounds far stronger than being bored. However, it is still with the hope that it can only get full. Feeling empty means that there was something there before that has been drained. Can one be fully drained at once? I think that this happens gradually. I get bored gradually. Working on the same pointless thing makes me feel like I need a break to re-energize.

What do you do when you feel empty? How do you feel up the void? This questions give a different perspective to boredom and emptiness. I can help my self with doing other stuff that gives me the strength to bear the pointlessness of what I do. Yet, I could not imagine what can be done when there is nothing that can feel up the experience of being emptied, since this comes from the outside and the damage is far worse. This requires more drastic measures, like changing completely the environment that has caused the emptiness in one self. Whereas this is also a solution to boredom, being bored happens at any place and time. Feeling empty probably is experienced when a place and time are particularly draining and leave one in a limbo.

Interlude

TIME Magazine has published some old college photos from Barack Obama. I'm only posting three of them, which I really liked. I don't want to spell out the narrative of the photographic sequence that I've built here.

Xmas: Music Galore (Part 2)

As promise, here goes a second installment of seasonal music.

This clip is another very old one, as it's from my childhood, of course it has to be ancient. To be perfectly honest, I think that this video was filmed before I was born, but this song Feliz Navidad (written in 1970) was a super hit in the 70s and the 80s.

The video shows a young José Feliciano. I found that there are other much more contemporary videos of this song, but i want to keep it as realistic as possible with the time when it was created. Right, I'm not even getting into the topic of realism neither messing around with time nor with the combination of both. Just will let you enjoy this lovely video.

Xmas: Music Galore (Part 1)

I don't play the UK's seasonal-pop-music. That would not mean anything to me, because back home we play our own seasonal-pop-music, which is nothing like the one played here. Yet, it's as amusing!

This video is from my childhood days(1980s). The performers were my favourite band back in the day. They were a band from Spain called 'Parchis', and basically they made covers and had some songs of their own. Unfortunately, this is a boring video, yet funny. The song is 'Ven a mi casa esta navidad', which translates into English as: 'Come on over to my place during xmas'. The original songwriter of this song was Luis Aguilé, from Argentina.



I do enjoy this time of the year, it's simply so bizarre; and to increase this sensation, I'll try to post a couple of other music videos from the 1980s, so we get into the feeling. Enjoy if you knew this band and remember the song!

That Strange Object of Obsession

I've been too busy and therefore tired to even come down to write in the blog. This is rather unusual because I'm normally not tired from the everyday doings, you see that is simply not me. First I thought i was getting ill... well, I'm still thinking that I'm ill with some strange cancer, I still have to decide what kind of cancer. I've been so tired, that, for example, yesterday was trying to make up some words when chatting with one of my work colleagues, and I struggle to talk, perhaps I wasn't interested, but still, I felt tired. Too tired to even talk! That is definitely not me. Fortunately, as soon as I left work I felt better. Thus, probably is the bad air in the office, 'dense-heavy air', and oxygen is delayed in its route towards the brain to make it function well enough.

Or is it that? Can it be simply the 'heavy air' at the office room? And can the brain can only depend on that little thing? I know the obvious answer, but I'm writing this blog to challenge the obvious for many. Even the obvious for me.

Lately, I've been feeling physically bad, nothing seems to motivate me. Yes, it's dark here, early darkness and much clouds covering the sky. These result in almost a null exposition to sunlight. Sure, think again about the wintry syndrome. But, I don't think it's that simple. I still want to hang up with my disease.

Obsessing with ideas of all sorts are intriguing to me. Since when studying psychology, with friends always discussed about the many causes of neurosis and psychosis. The mind and soul have been profoundly explored since the era when mankind decided that there was a god and others to be judged under certain rules should they disobey. That has intrigued me since before I learn to read or write, way before that. As a little girl, I was browsing heavy books that had information about 'madness'. Well, i didn't read back then of course, but i saw the artistic impressions of 'madness' and the response to it. Thanks to painting, sculpture and music, the small/young people that cannot read or write can gain a glimpse of the human in its many shapes. Fortunately to me.

Thus, obsession, as one expression of 'madness', has hunted me. This has happened not only because of mere curiosity, but because I do obsess, constantly, over and over things. Some obsessions have remained through the decades, some others are new. Yet, they are all a reflection of myself and something about me. I was talking to someone recently about that, and the person told me that while i understand that I'm projecting and reflecting on others' actions, I shall not disregard their actions as unacceptable. For example, the atrocious events taking place in Mexico. Up to now, since the beginning of 2008, five thousand people have been killed due to the ongoing drug-cartel related wars. This involves, absolutely and without question, the state and all its law enforcing branches; civilians with and without relations with the cartels; paramilitaries, and other factions from the army. This is a thing I think every day, and cannot go without checking out what is going on about it. Cannot pass a day without having a quick update. It's like a drug. You see. Need to know! It's not simple curiosity. Think and think about it, and do not find a way out. Not being there is, above all, not reason enough to be indifferent, as that's not in my nature. I could be there, like many and intend to be indifferent. However, as things have escalated, being indifferent is absolutely impossible nowadays. Yet, the achievement of consciousness and agency are not the social prizes to this day.

So, OK. I've said it. And as I was writing, that annoyingly long paragraph, had to be stopped. I had to come into terms with it, and to leave it for now. Too much can be delusional anyway. Let me know what you think, is this an obsession, or my own humane and social concern with the things that go on in the place that matters to me? Or is it, as I think, a non-stoppable thinking due to my inability to do something about it. My beloved ones, have always told me that it is unnecessary to think that much about it, because there is nothing i can do. Perhaps that is why this results in an obsession: I cannot do a thing about. It's like the candy I cannot have, well, I don't eat candy. It's like the perfect weather that I cannot enjoy. It is so much uncontrollable that I have to check the weather almost for any plan I make, just so I know how it may be when I go out there... to the world.