En medio del circo que se dió este fin de semana con la elección del directorio de la asamblea legislativa, posts en facebook por una diputada corriente y malcriada, y miles de respuestas por ticos que claramente viven "pegados al facebook", he decidido pronunciarme.
Me da realmente pena que este "mercado" sea nuestra asamblea legislativa. Que además de esto le den oportunidad a los comunistas envenenados que hay en este país para que "se coman" una vez más a la democracia y critiquen los ordenamientos políticos. Cuando en realidad el ordenamiento no es el que está mal, si no las personas en él. Se deberían de poner a pensar, ¿cuándo fue la última vez que realmente pensaron su voto en las papeletas de diputados? ¿Cuándo se fijaron en los candidatos para sus provincias y analizaron los prospectos para tomar una decisión informada? ¿Cuándo se fijaron si quiera más allá del partido político? O mejor aún, ¿cuándo fueron a las asambleas de sus partidos para tener voto en relación a los candidatos que se iban a presentar? Este no es un problema de los partidos de derecha o de izquierda, es un problema generalizado de los partidos políticos en Costa Rica.
El simpatizar con una ideología política de un partido no lo exime de estar expuesto a la participación de sin vergüenzas, vagos y ladrones. No es secreto para nadie que estos especímenes pululan en el ambiente político costarricense. Entonces, ¿porqué seguimos votando ciegamente por ellos? ¿O porqué seguimos dejando que nuestro voto sea manipulado por los intereses personales de los activistas de los partidos políticos? También es de gran conocimiento popular que la asignación de estos puestos se da por favores personales, nexos, negocios, etc.
Es tiempo de que dejemos de estar colocando la responsabilidad de los efectos negativos de un proceso electoral realizado por gente mediocre en otras personas más que nosotros mismos: el pueblo que vota y elije democráticamente a sus representantes.
En lugar de estar insultando diputados por facebook, deberíamos de recapacitar y cada quién tomar responsabilidad en el asunto. Revaluar la importancia que le damos a las decisiones electorales que tomamos cada 4 años; no es sólo marcar con una pluma una X sobre un papel con logos de colores, es el destino de nuestro país en las manos de las personas adecuadas o inadecuadas.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Monday, March 29, 2010
Getting back on track
I haven't been able to write in quite a while. Not because I wouldn't have anything to say, but because what I had to say would bored me out of myself.
I believe. No, I want to believe that somehow, someday, everything will change for me and I will get all the things I want. But that's not true. We often cheat ourselves by expecting that false moment. And as the Chinese proverb may properly remark that happiness is not a destination, but a journey, how hard is it to be happy.
When I take my time to think about it, trying to remind myself of all the blessings that I count, I know I must be the most ungrateful person in the whole wide world. But I just can't wrap my mind about the feeling. I sense a tiny hole. A missing piece.
And so I consciously remind myself that it may be just like this forever. And as it is I should sit back and try to enjoy the ride.
I believe. No, I want to believe that somehow, someday, everything will change for me and I will get all the things I want. But that's not true. We often cheat ourselves by expecting that false moment. And as the Chinese proverb may properly remark that happiness is not a destination, but a journey, how hard is it to be happy.
When I take my time to think about it, trying to remind myself of all the blessings that I count, I know I must be the most ungrateful person in the whole wide world. But I just can't wrap my mind about the feeling. I sense a tiny hole. A missing piece.
And so I consciously remind myself that it may be just like this forever. And as it is I should sit back and try to enjoy the ride.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
My Notes on He's Just Not That Into You
Ok so I was watching the movie, for the 5th time I think, and this time I decided to take some notes. Things that came to my mind to help me understand my own self. You know what they say, "Know thy self". So, here they go.
-Us women, we all want marriage and kids. No matter what we say, how independent or career driven we are, we all want it.
-We all want to believe. As in HOPE that the relationship works. And for us, every match instantly turns into a relationship (even if it's just in our head)
-We like to feel love and care and attention, even if we're not interested in a relationship with the person giving it to us. We're basically self esteem booster junkies.
-We are desperate and in constant need of social acknowledgement. Deep down we are sooo insecure.
-Trust...We don't know why but we always do. Even without grounds for it.
-We foolishly believe and desperately want to believe in all types of relationships: cyber relationships, LDR's, etc. And we seek for constant reassurance of them because we just want to believe.
-We may not say it, and we publicly deny it, but we are so very scared of being or ending up alone.
-We definitely like to be liked or sought after. It is a huge turn on.
-We want a relationship so much that we even believe that jerks are nice guys that need us to become nice. Where have we gotten that from? Maybe the princess and the frog...? Damn fairy tales!
-What we constantly refuse to believe: If a guy shows no interest at all, he's geniuinely NOT INTERESTED
-We are ready and willing to give up what we want/hoped/dreamed/wished for...are they? I think NOT!
-Guys don't want to get married until they propose on their own.
-Why are we the troubled ones on the commencement of relationships? Easy, guys have control. We don't. They are the ones that call or not. We just wait. Control=peace of mind, anxiety off.
-We always want to make it work, no matter what. We take accountability for it.
-No one says it out loud, but we HATE WEDDINGS. Come on it's just another reminder that someone else has found true love and we haven't. And that sucks!
-We are prepared to wait for this guy to come around to his senses and sweep us off our feet...and boy do we wait!
-We know that we are supposed to keep being like that...like girls are.
-No matter what the douchbag did, we always get to the part where we think it is our fault.
-For us sex=love, for guys sex=sex and nothing above that.
-We are willing to enter a pointless relationship just to not be lonely...it's just sad.
-Huge suckers for details. The insignificant small things definitely make the difference for us.
Well, that's what I found interesting or worth bringing up. Bottom line: being a girl can suck big time!
-Us women, we all want marriage and kids. No matter what we say, how independent or career driven we are, we all want it.
-We all want to believe. As in HOPE that the relationship works. And for us, every match instantly turns into a relationship (even if it's just in our head)
-We like to feel love and care and attention, even if we're not interested in a relationship with the person giving it to us. We're basically self esteem booster junkies.
-We are desperate and in constant need of social acknowledgement. Deep down we are sooo insecure.
-Trust...We don't know why but we always do. Even without grounds for it.
-We foolishly believe and desperately want to believe in all types of relationships: cyber relationships, LDR's, etc. And we seek for constant reassurance of them because we just want to believe.
-We may not say it, and we publicly deny it, but we are so very scared of being or ending up alone.
-We definitely like to be liked or sought after. It is a huge turn on.
-We want a relationship so much that we even believe that jerks are nice guys that need us to become nice. Where have we gotten that from? Maybe the princess and the frog...? Damn fairy tales!
-What we constantly refuse to believe: If a guy shows no interest at all, he's geniuinely NOT INTERESTED
-We are ready and willing to give up what we want/hoped/dreamed/wished for...are they? I think NOT!
-Guys don't want to get married until they propose on their own.
-Why are we the troubled ones on the commencement of relationships? Easy, guys have control. We don't. They are the ones that call or not. We just wait. Control=peace of mind, anxiety off.
-We always want to make it work, no matter what. We take accountability for it.
-No one says it out loud, but we HATE WEDDINGS. Come on it's just another reminder that someone else has found true love and we haven't. And that sucks!
-We are prepared to wait for this guy to come around to his senses and sweep us off our feet...and boy do we wait!
-We know that we are supposed to keep being like that...like girls are.
-No matter what the douchbag did, we always get to the part where we think it is our fault.
-For us sex=love, for guys sex=sex and nothing above that.
-We are willing to enter a pointless relationship just to not be lonely...it's just sad.
-Huge suckers for details. The insignificant small things definitely make the difference for us.
Well, that's what I found interesting or worth bringing up. Bottom line: being a girl can suck big time!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Comunicadores poco informados
Me parece realmente increíble la poca calidad de la comunicación masiva que tenemos en Costa Rica. Basta con observar o escuchar cualquiera de los "suceseros" noticieros nacionales para darse cuenta que estamos sobrados de comunicadores que pronuncian mal, tienen un pobre vocabulario y horrendos problemas de dicción.
Esta profesión, que básicamente consiste la fuente informativa de los costarricenses y en muchas ocasiones sirve de ejemplo para los niños que apenas aprenden sobre nuestro idioma en las escuelas, ha sido vilmente puerilizada por profesionales de la comunicación que no tienen las cualidades requeridas para ejercer su trabajo.
Así como en cualquier empresa, los puestos deben de poseer una descripción respectiva que contenga los requisitos específicos necesarios para el buen desempeño de la misma. De igual manera, los medios de comunicación masiva deberían de buscar ciertas características en los comunicadores, que deriven de su imagen pública y su función como fuentes de información nacional.
Sencillo: si quiero ser modelo tengo que cuidar mi apariencia física, si quiero ser cantante tengo que afinar mi voz, si quiero ser socorrista debo ser capaz de reaccionar en situaciones bajo presión, si quiero ser comunicador debo de tener una dicción impecable, un amplio vocabulario y conocimiento del idioma en el cual comunico. Si no cumplo con los requisitos debo de preocuparme por obtenerlos y si definitivamente no puedo pues me busco otra profesión.
Y pues claro, a un cantante desafinado nadie lo escucha y punto. Pero a los malos comunicadores, carniceros de nuestro idioma no nos queda más que soportarlos porque el noticiero decidió que esta era la persona que reunía los requisitos para el puesto.
Tanto los comunicadores como las compañías de comunicación masiva deberían sentir un poco de responsabilidad por el rol social que realizan en relación con la correcta difusión de nuestro idioma.
Esta profesión, que básicamente consiste la fuente informativa de los costarricenses y en muchas ocasiones sirve de ejemplo para los niños que apenas aprenden sobre nuestro idioma en las escuelas, ha sido vilmente puerilizada por profesionales de la comunicación que no tienen las cualidades requeridas para ejercer su trabajo.
Así como en cualquier empresa, los puestos deben de poseer una descripción respectiva que contenga los requisitos específicos necesarios para el buen desempeño de la misma. De igual manera, los medios de comunicación masiva deberían de buscar ciertas características en los comunicadores, que deriven de su imagen pública y su función como fuentes de información nacional.
Sencillo: si quiero ser modelo tengo que cuidar mi apariencia física, si quiero ser cantante tengo que afinar mi voz, si quiero ser socorrista debo ser capaz de reaccionar en situaciones bajo presión, si quiero ser comunicador debo de tener una dicción impecable, un amplio vocabulario y conocimiento del idioma en el cual comunico. Si no cumplo con los requisitos debo de preocuparme por obtenerlos y si definitivamente no puedo pues me busco otra profesión.
Y pues claro, a un cantante desafinado nadie lo escucha y punto. Pero a los malos comunicadores, carniceros de nuestro idioma no nos queda más que soportarlos porque el noticiero decidió que esta era la persona que reunía los requisitos para el puesto.
Tanto los comunicadores como las compañías de comunicación masiva deberían sentir un poco de responsabilidad por el rol social que realizan en relación con la correcta difusión de nuestro idioma.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Esta tarde vi llover...
Llueve sobre las ventanas, llueve sobre el asfalto, llueve sobre las hojas que ceden ante el peso agobiante de las gotas. Vaya como llueve.
Esas gotas incesantes no dan tregua al proceso natural de absorción e inundan ferozmente todo espacio disponible. Soñé ser una de esas gotas. Cómo pudiera con mi ser, mis pensamientos, mi espíritu inundar todo cuanto encuentre a mi paso?
Sin embargo estas copiosas e indistintas gotas no dejan huella. Una vez que cesa la lluvia, pasa el tiempo y el sol muestra un nuevo día, no queda remanente alguno que demuestre su paso por el mundo.
Pienso que mejor no quiero ser gota de lluvia.
Esas gotas incesantes no dan tregua al proceso natural de absorción e inundan ferozmente todo espacio disponible. Soñé ser una de esas gotas. Cómo pudiera con mi ser, mis pensamientos, mi espíritu inundar todo cuanto encuentre a mi paso?
Sin embargo estas copiosas e indistintas gotas no dejan huella. Una vez que cesa la lluvia, pasa el tiempo y el sol muestra un nuevo día, no queda remanente alguno que demuestre su paso por el mundo.
Pienso que mejor no quiero ser gota de lluvia.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Missing a plane on purpose...
I had a ticket...I had it in my hands. I was stupid enough to buy it in advance. And the worst part is that I still wanted to go.
It's so hard letting go. I know I made my decision, I know I made it with all the information and facts I had at the time. So why am I still sorry for it? Why do I still care so much?
I guess I'm broken. My heart is for sure. But now my mind appears to be so as well. I can't stop thinking about all the wonderful things he was and the magic of the moments we shared. Although at the end the magic was as good as gone.
I know I can surely find someone else, the problem is that I don't want to! But I know and understand that "us" just can't happen. Not under the current circumstances. I'll inevitably hold on to the hope that someday in the future we may ran into each other under a different scenario...and maybe then it'll work.
Illusions are what seem to be filling my mind lately. Avoiding the present by focusing on nothing as a whole but just useless details, pieces of everything. It's already November. Christmas is coming, parties, people, social gatherings, presents. Maybe that'll work.
It's so hard letting go. I know I made my decision, I know I made it with all the information and facts I had at the time. So why am I still sorry for it? Why do I still care so much?
I guess I'm broken. My heart is for sure. But now my mind appears to be so as well. I can't stop thinking about all the wonderful things he was and the magic of the moments we shared. Although at the end the magic was as good as gone.
I know I can surely find someone else, the problem is that I don't want to! But I know and understand that "us" just can't happen. Not under the current circumstances. I'll inevitably hold on to the hope that someday in the future we may ran into each other under a different scenario...and maybe then it'll work.
Illusions are what seem to be filling my mind lately. Avoiding the present by focusing on nothing as a whole but just useless details, pieces of everything. It's already November. Christmas is coming, parties, people, social gatherings, presents. Maybe that'll work.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Brand new...
Ok so there are times in life where everything seems to take a rapid turn and change directions. I know it happens. I've been there many times...but I still don't know how to cope with.
I guess Mr. Newton was so right about the inertia. Why do we try to resist so much to change? Why do our minds cling on so hard to the known routine? Is it the fear of the unknown?
In my case it might. Does that make me an unadventurous person? Scratch that. I think it makes me a control freak. I have to be in control of everything, know exactly my environment and the reactions that I'll get from it. The hard part is starting over. And of course, the tension that comes with it.
I know it. I know it happens. So all that's left for me is take deep breaths, try to focus on "baby steps and one day at a time" stuff. It'll eventually pass.
Now that I think of it, I've only known one person that I could trust so much to let go of my control...but that person's gone now, and I'm back in control and breathing and walking and all that stuff.
I guess Mr. Newton was so right about the inertia. Why do we try to resist so much to change? Why do our minds cling on so hard to the known routine? Is it the fear of the unknown?
In my case it might. Does that make me an unadventurous person? Scratch that. I think it makes me a control freak. I have to be in control of everything, know exactly my environment and the reactions that I'll get from it. The hard part is starting over. And of course, the tension that comes with it.
I know it. I know it happens. So all that's left for me is take deep breaths, try to focus on "baby steps and one day at a time" stuff. It'll eventually pass.
Now that I think of it, I've only known one person that I could trust so much to let go of my control...but that person's gone now, and I'm back in control and breathing and walking and all that stuff.
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