Thursday, 26 July 2012

Daily photo book project: Day 26: Re-purposed books.


This pretty cute book was bought in Candem town, London. 
I bought it because I had just discovered the equivalent for Rafael Pombo in England: Beatrix Potter.
That's why I got it!
When I came back to Colombia, I used it to do storytelling with my young students.
It was not just a cute old book. Now, it's classroom material.
I was so in love with Beatrix Potter, I bought the CD with the tales read by the actors from the Movie Miss Potter. Listening to that lovely British accent is really amusing.

DailyBookPicProject. Day 25: Book Bag

BOOK BAGS

These book bags got to my hands because of different reasons and each one has a little story.
The first one says Isle of Skye. I bought it there while waiting in the gas station for the bus to be fixed. It had broken down and we had been an hour waiting to go to Portree. I got so bored, I got off  the bus and wandered around and found a lovely gift shop. So, I bought the bag!

The second one is a great print that uses the names of all supermarkets in England. 
It's beautifully designed, I couldn't stop picking it up in an event where you could swap some objects for others.
I swaped a second hand book about fashion,or something like that, for this lovely red printed book bag.
The third one was a gift from a  friend of mine who stayed in Groningen, Germany for a couple of years as a volunteer. At the time he was a very dear friend of mine, so I treasured the bag.
Now, it's just part of my collection.
The next bag, which I still use, was bought in Austria in a gift shop on the road to Vienna.
The next one was a gift from the language school where I studied Portuguese in Brazil.
I had a great time there learning and traveling. the bag was also the bag to take to the beach: very big and comfy. Nice memories.
And finally the jute bag was bought in Beeston Castle near Chester England.
Went there with my Capoeira friends and had a fab time! Awesome memories.

DailyBookPicProject. Day 24: Book quotes

Again, Danielle LaPorte here.
Can't help posting this. The quote is brilliantly evident.

DailyBookPicProject. Day 23: Learning to read


Reading poetry in Portuguese while still learning Portuguese is like wanting to run just with baby steps.
Keeping a dictionary handy is great help.
God bless the dictionaries!

#DailyBookPicProject. Day 13: Confort reads

Reading about everyday objects, big cities or the latest reviewed titles in this cultural newsletter "Arcadia"
are my top 3 when I want to unplug and enjoy a lovely cup of tea!

MARGINALIA: DAily book Pic project. Day 15. Catching up


MARGINALIA

Whilst I was reading The Fire Starter Sessions by Danielle LaPorte, so many questions are presented in so many different font sizes. The answers elicited get so blurry and long I usually don't write on the margins but a note pad. But this question has only one straight answer. So clear and evident in my mind, I couldn't help writing it down just right there. : )

Friday, 20 July 2012

Photo daily project: Day 20: Book pusher

Daily photo project
Book pusher

Although empty, this piggy bank from Ráquira (another gift from an old co-worker) holds patiently the moment I pick up Marcus Aurelius so I listen and learn.

Cover Art and Reading glasses

Daily book photo project

Cover Art and Reading glasses

After surviving a not so nice cold, I'm catching up here with my fab glasses and my fav notebook a dear friend of mine got me from ricardo corazon de papel


Saturday, 14 July 2012

Daily book pic project. Day 14: Picture book

My favorite picture books ever: Beware of the storybook wolves by Lauren Child.
Actually all illustrattions by Lauren Child are my favs over many other picture books I've ever seen!
They're so much fun! 
: D

Daily Book Pic Project. Day 13: Library Cards


By keeping these library cards, I also keep memories from each place I've visited and lasted for a while/
The first card on top is from one of the most beautiful libraries I've ever seen in Liverpool, England.
Many memories come to my mind: all the music I got to know there, all the illustrators I discoverered in the great section for children and all the hours spent there reading and reading in a cozy place in winter.
The one beneath is from the Bootle Library. Bootle. I never could pronounce it properly to cab drivers. That was a very nice neighborhood where I lived for a couple of years and where I could see the daily life of Scousers and, in this library, I got to know local travel books, participated in contests and drawing sessions, borrowed CDs. Nice memories
The one from the British Council in Bogota reminds me of all the afternoons I spent there writing down classroom activities and dreaming of going to England. There I had access to many many audiobooks, films, fast Internet (around 2002 I had no Internet at home and the one at uni was quite crappy).
I spent many many hours there too.
And last but not least, the card from BibloRED in Bogota. I hardly ever use it, except for going there to work in a nice environment like Virgilio Barco Library in my neighborhood now. Not so many hours there but enough to keep it handy when I ever visit it.

Thursday, 12 July 2012

Daily Book Photo Project Day 12: I've kept meaning to read....


I've kept meaning to read these two...
Now, they have become a good place to put things on top when I don't want to forget them.
But I still keep dealing with the fact that are big books: I'll never finish because of the amount of data they throw right on my face.
 

ELi and Ela


Estaba ella, frente a su laptop, el que su padre le había regalado hacía unos días por su grado como periodista. De pronto él se conecta, ese hombre con el que no había cruzado palabra en vivo jamás, pero que era su confidente virtual. Al ignorar su verdadera identidad, ella podía inventarle capítulos retorcidos sobre sus gustos sexuales o contarle cómo algún editor de alguna revista importante le había destrozado con tinta roja el trabajo de más de 1 año de investigación. Tan disímiles eran las historias de ella cada vez que se desahogaba, que él escuchaba esperando con ansia la historia del día. Poco o nada le importaba que fueran ciertas o no. Él tampoco revelaba su identidad y le divertía pretender ser alguien más o él mismo. Ella tampoco sabía cuando era él mismo el que hablaba o algún alter ego de su conducta bipolar. No importaba. Ya habían pasado más de dos años en ese juego de máscaras y ninguno se cansaba. Si el uno no jugaba, el otro lo provocaba y jugaban a cualquier cosa. Era una buena estrategia para lidiar con el aburrido trabajo de ella y el demasiado quehacer de él.


-    Necesitamos un par de nombres
     Estoy cansado de llamarte "tu"
     "Oye tu”
    Ya eres alguien en mi Gtalk
    odio que dejes el espacio 
    de tu nombre en blanco
    Enviado a las 11:39 PM
... Y q sugieres? Zoila Rosa? lol :D 
    Enviado a las 11:40 PM
-   C'mon! no te podria llamar zoila rosa ni a bala!
    eres demasiado sexi para llamarte así...
 Enviado a las 11:42 PM
 ...  lol
 Enviado a las 11:42 PM
 
- Q tal Ela? 
  en portugués se pronunsian 
  ambas vocales con la boca muy abierta...
  como me gustaria besarte hoy ;)
Enviado a las 11:44 PM

... entonces yo te podria llamar Eli en portugues tambien 
Enviado a las 11:45 PM

- suena re-gay
Enviado a las 11:48 PM

... y lo podría pronunciar como en ingles ilai
    eso no suena gay y es bien anonimo
Enviado a las 11:50 PM

- ok... es anonimo
Enviado a las 11:55 PM

Ponerse nombres ya era algo que los acercaba cómplicemente a algún tipo de encuentro más cercano que las cámaras de sus computadores. Alguna vez Ela había accedido dejarse ver pero la maldita se puso la peluca rosada y el antifaz de alas del último Halloween. Así que Eli se quedó con las ganas de verle la cara porque el resto sí lo vio todo claro y con mucha luz. En aquella ocasión, Eli no había tomado sus medicinas y estaba obsesionado con la suciedad atrapada en el teclado de su computador. Iba y venía una y otra vez tratando de encontrar con qué limpiar el teclado y mientras tanto Ela se retorcía de ganas por romperle el teclado en la cabeza para que le pusiera atención al nuevo vestido que había comprado. 

Al fin, Eli, encontró con qué limpiar el teclado: su cepillo de dientes y comenzó la tarea de limpiar tecla por tecla, hendidura por hendidura. La cámara encendida mostraba a Ela poniéndose el vestido e Eli le insistía que un catálogo online nunca le iba decir cómo era en realidad un producto hasta que no lo tocaba. 


Ela: pues el vestido se siente bien :b
Enviado a las 1:22 AM 
  

Eli miró la pantalla y ahí estaba ella con la peluca rosada, el antifaz de alas de halloween y un vestido asimétrico de Versace.

ELi: Le falta una manga!
Enviado a las 1:22 AM 
ELi: Y el cuero negro con  el dorado
 y las plumas azules del antifaz 
no combinan con el rosado de la peluca! 
Enviado a las 1:22 AM 

ELi: lol
Enviado a las 1:23 AM 
Ela: entonces asi, si? :D
Enviado a las 1:29 AM 

 
ELi giró la cabeza hacia la pantalla y la vio sólo con la peluca y el antifaz puestos. Su cuerpo blanco resplandecía sobre el sillón de terciopelo verde sobre el que ella siempre se sentaba a chatear. Los ojos de  ELi quedaron inmóviles sobre los redondos pezones de Ela y le fastidiaba pensar en que el teclado aún estaba demasiado sin limpiar para escribirle algo bonito... o bien sucio que le hiciera abrir las piernas o algo. En ese preciso instante Ela empezó a reírse del pobre Eli que no podía decidirse entre los pezones o el teclado


Ela: Qué es lo que te pasa?
Enviado a las 1:39 AM 
Ela: Buenas?????????????
Enviado a las 1:45 AM 
Ela: qué aburrido eres! #
Enviado a las 1:52 AM 
Ela: ni así logras decirme nada sobre mi vestido
solo quería preguntarte si se veía mejor en el catalogo
o sobre la silla :b
o puesto!
Enviado a las 1:58 AM 
Eli: no puedo responderte ahora! 
Enviado a las 2:12 AM 


Eli: Fuck! 
mi teclado esta muy sucio
Enviado a las 2:18 AM 

Eli: ahora tengo que salir a comprar 
un cepillo de dientes 
use el mío para limpiar
qué asco 
Enviado a las 2:25 AM 
Ela: si, qué asco. Das asco! :S
Enviado a las 2:26 AM 
Eli: hablamos luego
Enviado a las 2:28 AM 
Ela: buuuuuh
Enviado a las 2:28 AM 
 

Ela había pasado muchas horas viendo catálogos online para comprar un vestido. Su padre le había dado una de sus tarjetas de crédito para comprar lo que quisiera sin importar el precio. "El grado es una cosa para de veras celebrar y tienes que estar vestida a la altura. No vayas a comprar uno de esos sastres que se ponen todas. Y si te pones tacones, practica por favor. No quisiera que te quebraras un tobillo intentando recibir un diploma" A la altura pensó Ela. Se la pasó mirando durante horas y horas un vestido. Versace. Y otro par de días con los zapatos. Manolo Blahnik. Bien. 
Cuando su padre la vio antes de salir a la ceremonia de grado, sólo atinó a decir "Parece que vas a la entrega de unos premios Grammy y no a tu grado". Pero ya no había nada que hacer. La asimetría del vestido dejaba ver el tatuaje de su hombro izquierdo y había exagerado con la pestañina. Así recibió el diploma y el aplauso de burla y ovación luego del sentido discurso ante todos los asistentes.
Después de la cena y el brindis, Ela se encontró con sus amigos en el bar de siempre, se tomaron un par de Jack Daniels y de pronto el aburrimiento la atacó así que se despidió de todos y llegó a casa a ver si  ELi estaba conectado pero no estaba. Eran las 2 am de un viernes cualquiera y Ela se sentía como una cualquiera sin saber nada de Eli. Mierda! pensó Ela.

Los siguientes días Ela lo buscó, le escribió varias veces a su correo electrónico pero  ELi no aparecía. Semanas después, Eli le escribió un mensaje corto pero certero: 


cuando me mostraste aquel vestido antes de tu grado, vi también tu tatuaje.
yo también estaba en tu grado y te reconocí por eso

Lo que mas me gustaba de ti es que en la pantalla tu eras como yo: cambiante cada día...

Pero ese dia te pude ver como la única que eres y eso que vi no era Ela, era otra :( 

Ya no tomo mas medicinas ni voy más al siquiatra desde entonces. 

porque si esa que vi eres tú, la misma con quien yo chateaba, entonces yo estoy bien cuerdo, al menos más que tú :b

Y sin más,  ELi desapareció del alcance de Ela. Le escribió muchos mensajes respondiéndole mil cosas: que lo extrañaba, que mejor hubiera escogido un vestido Emilio Pucci o Dolce and Gabana, que lo quería ver, que lo amaba. Mierda. Todos los mensajes rebotaban a la bandeja de entrada como si el correo electrónico de Eli no existiera. Y no existía. Eli ya no existía. Luego de algunas semanas de intensa búsqueda en Google+, facebook, orkut, hi5, badoo, etc., Ela se dio por vencida.
Una mañana, Ela tomaba un café y tomó el periódico. Echó un vistazo a toda la primera sección, la segunda y llegó a la última donde estaban los obituarios. Escaneó rápidamente los nombres y allí estaba! Eran muchas personas las que lamentaban la muerte de  ELi. ELi. Así sin apellidos ni segundos nombres. Estaba escrito del mismo modo que aparecía en su Gtalk. ELi. No había duda, era ELi.

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Photo Daily Book Pic Day 10



258 pages to go from The Fire Starter Session by Danielle LaPorte
AND
150 pages to go from Smart Women Finish Rich by DAvid Bach

This is the slowest reading I've ever done since every single page gives you homework, something to think of or another idea to wreck your old beliefs.
I need to re-read Danielle LaPorte's  questions, think twice, write true answers, not to cheat myself.
And David Bach gives me a slap on my face from time to time... oh, my money habits!
Worth a double read! :D


Monday, 9 July 2012

Catching up: Book Browsing: Day 3

This pic was taken at FCE bookshop @Centro cultural gabriel Garcia Marquez
A must-visit when wandering in La Candelaria in Bogota: you just can't miss it. It's evidently there.

And then I remembered wandering on the South bank in London some years ago where I took this pic feeling amazed by the amount of books piled beautifully
This was only one table. There were quite a few spread along Embankment.
Nice memories of sunny, cold spring-ish London :)

Photo Book project: Day 8 & 9: This is not a book fetish

Photo Book project: Day 8 & 9: This is not a book fetish

I've blended these two days in one and actually show a pic of what I'm trying to sort out this month: 
to keep up posting here in my blog no matter what. 
This is not  a fetish. Or is it?

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Photo Book project: Day 7. Book and beverage

Photo Book project: Day 7. Book and beverage

Thursday, 5 July 2012

Dailybookpic Day Five: bookmark.

Believe it or not, these are bookmarks. A gift from a dear friend of mine. Printed in Germany by teNeues.

This is the very first time I use them! ; )
Which one do you like?
#dailybookpic Day Five: bookmark.

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Photo project “Daily Book Pic” Day 4: Bookshelf

4. Bookshelf
Photo project “Daily Book Pic”


Here there are book I've had for a long time, my latest reads and Draco Rosa

“Daily Book Pic” photo project: My current read

2. My current read
 “Daily Book Pic” project

Photo project “Daily Book Pic” Day 1: My favorite reading spot

Photo project “Daily Book Pic”
Entry 1
My favorite reading spot

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Project of the month:

Writing teacher Cassandra Neace has launched social media photo project called “Daily Book Pic” at Book Riot. Here’s more from Book Riot: “What I am going to do for the month of July is a Daily Book Pic (or #dailybookpic). I’ll be sharing my pics on Twitter and Pinterest, and anywhere else that I think of on that given day. I invite you to join along. I know July is already underway, so jump in whenever you like.”
Found this idea here


Monday, 2 July 2012



Just yesterday I finished reading "Daughter of Smoke and Bone" by Laini Taylor. I bought this book in a great effort to read big books. I don't like to read big books or extra long novels since I get bored easily with unnecesary explanations or descriptions. I'm more into short stories but this time I decided to give a chance to a "big book" since an old co-worker of mine invited me to her book club to read "Daughter of Smoke and Bone". I was quite reluctant at the beginning: it was a big book, a fiction novel (my ex-coworker is in love with fiction. I wasn't.) and the price of the hard cover here in Colombia is just outrageous compared to Amazon or Barnes and Nobles prices. So, I said to her a big NO.

But I came back to my favorite bookshop in town and found the book again. I grabbed it and as soon as I read the first pages I got caught by the rythm of the dialogues, the descriptions of Prague and the principal character' attitude. Great start I thought. I kept reading and the shop assistant just said "the guys from the book club don't make boring choices. You look so into it, you should get it". Although I knew about his strategy to sell the book, he was right! I bought it and started reading.The narrator of the story could tell soo much about how the principal character, Karou, saw the city that I could imagine easily the landscapes and the temperatures she felt while she was wandering in narrow old streets.

That was the first impression that kept me reading night after night and made dream of fantastic places with people that are not part of my life anymore, people I've loved and forgotten and people I still keep dearest at the bottom of my heart. The narrator's words made me remember not only people but feelings and sensations I had buried a long time ago. After these descriptions, there was one thing that kept me following Karou in her missions around the world: her warrior-like self-sufficient attitude to deal with mishappenings. That attitude reminded me of myself trying to cope with my job, my desire to see it all, to travel, to deal with strangers. Her attitude was somewhat like me and that kept me cheering her up everytime something happened to her. But that was only the tip of the iceberg: one night I dreamed of  my last failed date thanks to a detailed description of Karou's emotions when falling in love with the enemy. Next morning I woke up all mad at Karou because she reminded me of what I was trying trying to forget. I thought, this book is really making an impression on me and it's not only what happens to Karou but how the narrator weaves words to really describe moods and thoughts. That was a kind of score for "big books".

Although the plot follows a quite Shakesperean fashion (Romeo and Juliet forbidden romance), the author keeps loose ends almost until the end. That is why it kept me reading like a teenager all excited to see what was next. The descriptions and unfolding of the flashbacks that explained the loose ends were unexpected and I wanted more. It was getting really awesome until the narrator decided to finish the story with a "to be continued." The love story was cut too soon and could have evolved into something beyond the mere romance and dissapointment of the truth. It didn't have an epic or Shakesperean ending but a blurred one. So, I felt heartless after so much happening in 418 pages.