Reflection about the semester

My semester was very intense because I had a pile of new experiences. It al started in January or February, there are certain thing I don't like to remember/say (well, I'm a fool to point it out). However, my actual semester began in March. Since March I learned to get to know many people (not so much actually). For this reason, I liked this semester. I was intimate friend to many people. I have read very interesting books: I read to "Detectives Salvajes", Jürgen Habermas, Julio Cortázar again. I shared with my cherished ones and friends. I listened to new music, new albums, recommended music. I played the guitar with Isaac and Vicho (classmates from college). I had many lessons of modesty, although I continue to be a bit superb and kind of a cheater. I learned that in order to do new things I must have the attitude (although, I think, I'm wrong). I also learned that Google translator is bad.

Also, in this semester, I didn't learn statistics :c. Sometimes I feel very bad because I didn't like certain attitudes about myself. For example, I was far too much with certain people in the university. I want to change and improve myself . 

"If you want diferent results, do not do the same things". It cannot be said that all days we are happy. No! Not at all. But that we must see the face to the adversity.

And that is the end of the story. Thanks for you attention

  

How have I changed

I can´t remember being so sleepy as I am now. I used to stay all the bloody night awake, before, doing things that I liked, but now I fall asleep at 1am. That’s a good side of it, cause when I go to bed I felt asleep inmediatly, without suffering about the next days and the things to do in it. The truth is that I believe that I achieve to think a bit less about tomorrow and focus myself into sleep. Indeed, cause sleeping demands a great exercise of tearing thoughts apart. I guess Ortega y Gasset said that. But first, I’ve heard from Margarita, a high school philosophy teacher. On the other hand, I can’t remember being such a disinterested as I am now. I guess I’ve been really annoying with a lot of people, but very nice with the people I love. In fact, it gives me a little bit of embarrassing to strike up relationships with people that I barely now, Guess that’s normal or maybe it was like that always. Mmmh, I think the consisting difference is getting to aprecciate your closest and see them in a better way. I believe that I gave a positive turn

Jürgen Habermas

A of my themes of interest in this semester has been the total theory of society of Jurgen Habermas (1929-until live). Jurgen Habermas is a german philosopher and sociologist. He is participe in Frankfurt school, a famous school of though, amose whose thinkers are Theodor Adorno, Horkheimer, Walter Benjamin, Marcuse, big philosofers of the 20th century. This thinkers point out that the modern society moves under the logic of instrumental reason (interested action). However, Jurgen Habermas tries go to further and for he proposed that society (analytically) is: Lifeworld and System. 

Lifeworld is the world of the social relations, where the subjects' life their cotidianity through communicative action and they try to generate "Undertanding" to achieve agreements. This world is composed by comunicative situations, as for example conversation. A conversation is a comunicative situation. In a comunicative situation the subjects have a scheme of reference composed for three "worlds": social world (social regulations), subjetive world (interior world: myself) and objects world (phisical objects, for example: house, dog, computer).

Nevertheles, this is a culturalist concept of Lifeworld, reason why Habermas added the daily concept of Lifeworld. Lifeworld is culture, society and personality, that is to say, the socio-cultural reproduction field. 

System is the material reproduction field (in the other words, the object of study of Karl Marx). System can be: kinship relations, State or economy. Habermas pointed out that the system colonizes to the lifeworld, this meaning that the lifeworld is dominated for the system and lifeworld stops being the space of comunicative reason and converts it into instrumental reason (Habermas returned to Th. Adorno, Horkheimer or Marcuse). 

Oh! This society is dominated by intrumental reason.

Career related website

Well, actually for me Google Scholar has been a big help when I'm doing homework at the last minute. I think that of that "little god". save google! However, google traductor is very bad, in this case I use Wordreference and Linguee or I help request to my friend (with a little (big, in fact) help with my friend (8)). Scielo or Dialnet are good option to do research papers or collect research papers. But I believe that I love youtube (including when I want to learn thing), because it save me when I'm hasty for the test of the next day.  For example, a day I had to study (in contemporary history) the French Revolution and I have not read the text! Suddenly, I remeber of that instrument done to professional procrastinators: youtube. I studied and I obteined a 4.2! Well, it's better than nothing. Also I use youtube for listen to music or watch videos of diverse, especially interview of writer, musician, scientist (social scientist). je je 

Regards!  

  

What is my passionate about?

My passion is to play the guitar. I like to play the guitar because it relaxes me and because the guitar itself has wisdom . Yes, although you do not believe it. I play the guitar since I was twelve. I have three guitars which names are: J. Francisca (beautiful name), La Negra and Paloma. This last guitar is the one that I play until today. She accompanies me when I sing during the afternoons whether they're sad or happy. My favorite song is "Zona de promesas" by Soda Stereo, it's a very beautiful song. The truth (my truth) is that I'm not the best musician, in fact, I don't even consider myself as a musician because, to be a musician it means sacrifice and I have not sacrificed anything. For this reason and other things is that I feel miserable. Anyways...

Currently, I play the guitar with my friends (at college or outside college) and I'm very happy about it, it's my remedy against the collective tedium. The other passion that I have is to read literature, but that's other of my jokes (bad joke. ja, ja).

Ángel Parra

Although I don't undestand english, The beatles is good band. In this picture: G. Harriso

My favourite guitarrista: Django Reinhardt

My favorite picture

Hi people, how are you? Today I will present my favorite picture.

My favorite picture is the one of the movie poster "The trial", because it belongs to my favorite movie which is based of the Kafka's book with the same name. This movie was directed by Orson Welles in 1962. I have never read the book, but the movie has a tenebrous atmosphere. I think that it is a little surrealist; it’s like being in a dream, better said, a bad dream. In this movie we assist to the sentence of Mr. K., a bureaucrat with and important position in a bank. Mr. K. has no idea of what they are accusing him of. The truth is that picture drove me crazy when I first saw it, and it left me with my mouth wide open. I remember that night I'd been thinking about it a long time, because I didn't believe it. At the end... could count the end but it would be spoiler. 

Things that cacht my attention on the street

 I am like a rat in the trap

When I go out into the street I look at those small details. A cigarette butt crushed on the floor. On one of its edges the red ink of a lipstick: memory of other lips that spit saliva and words. I am easily distracted, my mind is a dark room where thinking flows in the picture erase of a memory. Suddenly, I listen to music and fly away, I wait a moment sitting on the floor and I look at the people, while a friend arrives. I start to ask me a lot of things of the life but at the end I don't solved nothing. I laugh and I cry, I think that to clear the head and avoid the traps. I am like a rat in the trap. I think in the woman and the man that attract me, they smoke too. Perhaps the butts-crushed on the floor it has been of one of them.