And as everyone knows, this story ended few days ago. The year 2009 began with a heavy obligation to complete four case studies, which took me much longer than we originally had estimated. In addition, special didactic courses, which included practices in the Liceo 1, I spoke not long ago (and therefore there is no need to speak again.)
is difficult to determine exactly what is what is done, given the circumstances, very common in Puan, "that I wish to continue in academic life, even in instances when I find no clearly formulated. But something, something feels finished. The 2010 will, hopefully, interesting alternatives.
What happened to me in these 7 years (2003-2009) Puan?. I joined them Puan weighing 60 kg weight today, but no goatee, heterosexual with occasional doubts put into practice, literary fantasies and 6 or 7 stories themselves more or less long, with very limited knowledge of philosophy but with a considerable love by novelists and rereading. Listened to classical music (especially Bach, Handel, Telemann, Haydn, Mozart and some Beethoven), the Round, Morphine, Radiohead, Gun's and Roses and not much more.
few days ago with some friends jokingly said that after 7 years of Puan I find myself listening to Megadeth and reading Batman, while the 16 would have been easier to meet a Borges book and music CD camera.
But even this is not a realistic contrast, it is undeniable that Puan forever changed my relationship with literature, in particular, my relationship with the novels. My dad, a great reader of this genre and I have recommended many, like my mom was a bit shocked when I told him that excited me more than reading theory. Right now I am reading such Corrections Jonathan Franzen and no doubt like me, but I can not count the 300 pages that I need to grab a book of Ricoeur and the other on Aby Warburg.
Throughout this chronicle, I have referred repeatedly to the development side but my erotic life. One might ask without feint: Puan fucking me?. I really do not think so.
could also say: Puan eclipsed my dream of becoming a writer, and although I'm not contemplating any of these possibilities as immediate, it's easier to imagine making a record home or making drawings or comics, that writing a novel. But at the same time, there would be an apparent contradiction in such a claim: Notice that commitment just wrote this great review (which is not a novel but is some kind of verbal art) and how amateurish dedicate myself to other things.
And in relation to the investigation, the black hole that has been open since I realized it was time (because everyone had already done so) to go specifying an area itself has made me doubt sometimes if I have really wanted so much to devote to academic research. What if this was the way he found me unconscious (say) to say that despite the good student I was and all that, I have not really so eager to write papers or manuscripts dust?. Is a complicated issue, but something I have to be (and clerk no thanks, and I think not only teachers, but this is harder to say a priori) so for now, this is still my plan.
I do not want to continue using puanner anecdotes in this blog, and I think that there are plenty (I know of no other blog that contains many references to Puan like this, not nearly.) But there is a final that I can not pass, and do not think I've told before. Once I found a paper flower put on my bike. There were other bikes on the side, but only mine had been decorated in this way. I took it and I had several days, wondering who would have been. Cefyl A hippie who put it there as it might have put it elsewhere?. Or someone who knew that the bike was mine, and perhaps was on the patio looking at the same time hold in the air with a sigh?. Probably never know.
conclude then, no more turns, saying what everyone knows. And I love the career of letters, as well as Puan and its twisted glory.
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