Saturday, January 21, 2006

JUEGO: CINCO EXTRAÑOS HÁBITOS

He sido invitada por Nexcor a participar en el juego: 5 extraños habitos.

Las reglas del juego son:

a- Escribir en su respectivo blog el siguiente titulo: "Cinco Extraños Hábitos", y enumerar los habitos.

b- Pasar la invitacion a 5 personas mas -a lo cual en el blog- se debe escribir los nombres de los invitados y el link correpondiente a sus blogs.

c- Dejar un comentario en sus blogs o diario web diciendo :"Has sido elegido" y les invitas a que lean tu blog.

d- Las personas que son invitadas a escribir acerca de sus extraños hábitos, deben también indicar claramente este reglamento.

"Cinco Extraños Hábitos"

1- En Toronto las personas que generalmente toman el bus, el subway o el streetcar, se dedican a leer libros, revistas y periodicos, nadie habla y cada quien esta absorto en su propio mundo, razon por la cual exporte de mi pais mi habito de platicar con las personas que no conozco. Cuando tomo el bus siempre busco con quien platicar ... y si prolongo el tiempo de la conversacion lo mas que pueda, siento que le he ganado al sistema ... una sonrisa a la vida!


2- Mi voz no es bonita y no tengo oido para la musica, pero nunca pierdo una oportunidad de cantar cuando tomo la ducha, cuando cocino, cuando barro, cuando apaleo la nieve. Mi voz se escucha como un hibrido de lobos esteparios en desbandada y la musica de la cancion se convierte en otro son, pero con la misma letra... por supuesto que esta condicion empeora con la edad! -eso dice mi selecta audiencia en casa-

3- En Toronto tenemos muchos dias sin sol, solo nubes aqui y alla, asi que en esos aciagos dias me compro un sol, busco fotografias de sol y las cuelgo en mi lugar de trabajo, algunas veces mi febril imaginacion me hace comprar mariposas plasticas, flores artificiales, ardillas y creo un jardin... que nadie nota, si no se los hago saber.


4- Soy una compradora compulsiva de ejemplares de minerales -nadie- absolutamente nadie en casa se siente entusiasmado por mi coleccion. Mi familia, mis amigos no puede entender mi obsesion por comprar piedras! y lo peor es que mis companeros de trabajo piensan igual!


5- Tengo libros por todos lados en la casa, muchos de ellos sin leer por años, pero cuando paso por alguna libreria siempre encuentro otro libro interesante!


Uno, dos, tres ... probando
Has sido elegido, invitado a escribir acerca de los cinco extraños habitos:


1- Perrito Dulce
2- I'M A LOSER BABY
3- Milt
4- Planeta Yasnita
5- ñblog

Espero que disfruten el juego y quedo a la espera de su visita a mi blog, asi como espero leer sus aportes al tema en cuestion,

Silvia ;-)

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Mouseland. Stop voting for cats!

(A fable by Clare Gillis, as retold by Tommy Douglas)

Mouseland was a place where all the little mice lived and played, were born and died. And they lived much the same as you and I do.

They even had a Parliament. And every four years they had an election. Used to walk to the polls. And got a ride for the next four years afterwards too. Just like you and me. And every time on election day all the little mice used to go to the ballot box and they used to elect a government. A government made up of big, fat, black cats.

Now I'm not saying anything against the cats. They were nice fellows. They conducted their government with dignity. They passed good laws - that is, laws that were good for cats. But the laws that were good for cats weren't very good for mice. One of the laws said that mouseholes had to be big enough so a cat could get his paw in. Another law said that mice could only travel at certain speeds - so that a cat could get his breakfast without too much effort.

All the laws were good laws. For cats. But oh, they were hard on mice. And life was getting harder and harder. And when the mice couldn't put up with it any more, they decided something had to be done about it. So they went en masse to the polls. They voted the black cats out. They put in the white cats.

Now the white cats had put up a terrific campaign. They said: "All Mouseland needs is more vision". They said: "The trouble with Mouseland is those round mouseholes we got. If you put us in we'll establish square mouseholes.And they did. And the square mouseholes were twice as big as the round mouseholes, and now the cat could get both his paws in. And life was tougher than ever.

And when they couldn't take any more, they voted the white cats out and put the black ones in again. Then they went back to the white cats. Then to the black cats. They even tried half black cats and half white cats. And they called that coalition. They even got one government made up of cats with spots on them: they were cats who tried to make a noise like a mouse but ate like a cat.

You see, my friends, the trouble wasn't with the colour of the cats. The trouble was that they were cats. And because they were cats, they naturally looked after cats instead of mice.

Presently there came along one little mouse who had an idea. My friends, watch out for the little fellow with an idea. And he said to the other mice, look fellows, why do we keep on electing a government made up of cats? Why don't we elect a government made up of mice? Oh, they said, he's a Bolshevik. Lock him up! So they put him in jail.

But I want to remind you: that you can lock up a mouse or a man but you can't lock up an idea.

Bing 🎶 Suno