Early discourses...

     It's been quite some time since I wrote something, anything really in English. I began writing in my mother language and the characteristics of Spanish lend themselves more for long winded sentences and a verbose construction. However, there has always been something about English that makes me be a bit more direct, somewhat less prone to fall into caveats of distraction. The act of writing usually hides some beautiful  cathartic qualities for me, the creative act, always has that for me. Without creating I would be closing my explorations of the universe and of existence. I feel that for the most part  I can remember and begin to re-understand life from a creative experience I need to help ideas make the jump from the intangible to the tangible dimension in order to further understand my self and my soul and the terms in which we find ourselves here...

I Didn't Do My Essay, But At Least I Have Tea...

I am currently at work, there is a ratio of three tutor to zero students. I am trying to write an essay but devoid of luck. No inspiration, no concentration, no essay. What luck! The only minutes that I could have written or worked on this essay gone... but there's tea so I guess that improves things a bit. Work has been rather empty, sometimes I which there were more students, but sometimes I am a hermit so not seeing people is not half bad a lot of the time. Today a lovely woman, really a sweetheart, came to bring us flowers, Gardenias. Now the lab has a lovely, subtle smell. But what am I even doing blogging? Oh Technology! How you distract me... I must be off.