Saturday, June 26, 2004
HUMANMETRICS Jung Typology Test
Online test based on Jung - Myers-Briggs typology
I am a ISFJ.
"The primary desire of the Protector Guardian [ISFJ] is to be of service to others, but here “service” means not so much furnishing others with the necessities of life (the Provider’s concern), as guarding others against life’s pitfalls and perils, that is, seeing to their safety and security."
" The actor Jimmy Stewart and Mother Teresa are examples of Protector Guardian style."
More about ISFJ here: http://keirsey.com/personality/sjif.html
Which type of human u r? ...if you are human, first of all... ;)
I am a ISFJ.
"The primary desire of the Protector Guardian [ISFJ] is to be of service to others, but here “service” means not so much furnishing others with the necessities of life (the Provider’s concern), as guarding others against life’s pitfalls and perils, that is, seeing to their safety and security."
" The actor Jimmy Stewart and Mother Teresa are examples of Protector Guardian style."
More about ISFJ here: http://keirsey.com/personality/sjif.html
Which type of human u r? ...if you are human, first of all... ;)
Friday, June 25, 2004
"The writing of the God" / "The God´s Script" by Jorge Luis Borges
I have a strong -though subtle- connection with this story. Here is the last part translated by me.
"Little by little, a man comes to resemble the shape of his destiny; a man is, in the long run, his circumstances. More than a decoder or an avenger, more than a priest of the God, I was a prisoner. From the untiring maze of dreams I returned to my prison as if it was home. I blessed its dampness, I blessed its tiger, I blessed the hole of light, I blessed my old and painful body, I blessed the stones and the fog.
And then it happened what I can´t forget neither communicate. It happened the union with divinity, with the Universe (I don´t know if those words differ). Ecstasy does not repeat its symbols; there are some who have seen God in a splendor, there are those who have perceived it in a sword or in the circles of a rose. I saw a high Wheel, that was not in front of my eyes, neither behind, nor beside, but everywhere at one time. That Wheel was made of water, but of fire as well, and it was (even though its border was visible) infinite. Interwoven, it was formed by all the things that will be, are and have been, and I was one of the fibers of the total weft and Pedro de Alvarado -who caused me pain-, was another one. There they were the causes and the effects and I only had to look at that Wheel to understand it all, endlessly. Oh, the happiness of understanding, greater than the one from inventing or feeling! I saw the universe and I saw the intimate designs of the universe. I saw the origins that describe The Book of Council. I saw the mountains that emerged from the waters, I saw the first men of wood, I saw the earthen vats that betrayed men, I saw the dogs that destroyed their faces. I saw the faceless God that exists behind the gods. I saw infinite processes that formed only one happiness and, understanding it all, I could also understand the writing on the tiger.
It is a fourteen-casual-word formula (that seems to be casual) and only by saying it aloud I would be almighty. I only need to say it to abolish this prision of stone, to make the day turn into my night, to be young, to be inmortal, to make the tiger destroy Alvarado, to plunge the holy knife in Spanish chests, to rebuild the empire. Fourty syllables, fourteen words, and I, Tzinacan, would reign the land that had reigned Monteczuma. But I know that I will never say those words, because I´ve already forgotten about Tzinacan.
Let the mistery written in the tigers die with me. He who has half-seen the universe, who has half-seen the burnning commands of the universe, he can´t think about a man, about his trivial successes or failures, even when that man is himself. That man has been himself and now it doesn´t matter anymore. What matters to him the fate of that other? what matters to him the nation of that other? If he himself is now noboby. That is why I don´t pronounce the formula, that is why I let the days forget me, lying down in the darkness."
Jorge Luis Borges, El Maestro
"Little by little, a man comes to resemble the shape of his destiny; a man is, in the long run, his circumstances. More than a decoder or an avenger, more than a priest of the God, I was a prisoner. From the untiring maze of dreams I returned to my prison as if it was home. I blessed its dampness, I blessed its tiger, I blessed the hole of light, I blessed my old and painful body, I blessed the stones and the fog.
And then it happened what I can´t forget neither communicate. It happened the union with divinity, with the Universe (I don´t know if those words differ). Ecstasy does not repeat its symbols; there are some who have seen God in a splendor, there are those who have perceived it in a sword or in the circles of a rose. I saw a high Wheel, that was not in front of my eyes, neither behind, nor beside, but everywhere at one time. That Wheel was made of water, but of fire as well, and it was (even though its border was visible) infinite. Interwoven, it was formed by all the things that will be, are and have been, and I was one of the fibers of the total weft and Pedro de Alvarado -who caused me pain-, was another one. There they were the causes and the effects and I only had to look at that Wheel to understand it all, endlessly. Oh, the happiness of understanding, greater than the one from inventing or feeling! I saw the universe and I saw the intimate designs of the universe. I saw the origins that describe The Book of Council. I saw the mountains that emerged from the waters, I saw the first men of wood, I saw the earthen vats that betrayed men, I saw the dogs that destroyed their faces. I saw the faceless God that exists behind the gods. I saw infinite processes that formed only one happiness and, understanding it all, I could also understand the writing on the tiger.
It is a fourteen-casual-word formula (that seems to be casual) and only by saying it aloud I would be almighty. I only need to say it to abolish this prision of stone, to make the day turn into my night, to be young, to be inmortal, to make the tiger destroy Alvarado, to plunge the holy knife in Spanish chests, to rebuild the empire. Fourty syllables, fourteen words, and I, Tzinacan, would reign the land that had reigned Monteczuma. But I know that I will never say those words, because I´ve already forgotten about Tzinacan.
Let the mistery written in the tigers die with me. He who has half-seen the universe, who has half-seen the burnning commands of the universe, he can´t think about a man, about his trivial successes or failures, even when that man is himself. That man has been himself and now it doesn´t matter anymore. What matters to him the fate of that other? what matters to him the nation of that other? If he himself is now noboby. That is why I don´t pronounce the formula, that is why I let the days forget me, lying down in the darkness."
Jorge Luis Borges, El Maestro
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Thursday, June 24, 2004
the key of success
Hard work has made it easy.
That is my secret.
That is why I win.
- Nadia Comaneci
Buenos Aires - Planet Earth
That is my secret.
That is why I win.
- Nadia Comaneci
Buenos Aires - Planet Earth
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
2B Bold
"When you cannot make up your mind between two evenly balanced courses of action, choose the bolder."
- W.J. Slim
More of these here:
http://www.beliefnet.com/index/index_900.html
- W.J. Slim
More of these here:
http://www.beliefnet.com/index/index_900.html
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Google :: The Anatomy of a Search Engine
Very interesting resource to undertsand the most powerful search engine on the internet:
The Anatomy of a Search Engine
The Anatomy of a Search Engine
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Julia, the name
The Beatles - Julia lyrics:
Julia
Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you, Julia
Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering,
In the sun
Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
When I cannot sing my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia
Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Hum hum hum hum...calls me
So I sing a song of love for Julia, Julia, Julia
Absurdly, in the day in which my future is changing, taking away from me the one I could only think about this with, privately.
In this very same day he is vanishing, I realized that I want the name of my baby girl (the day she will come) to be "Julia". I would like to express my love to her that way too, as the song does. And it will be nice to tell her when she grows up: We named you Julia because of the Beatles song. :o)
But for now I have to begin again.
I will begin again.
Julia...sea shell eyes, windy smile...calls me...
Julia
Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you, Julia
Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering,
In the sun
Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
When I cannot sing my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia
Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Hum hum hum hum...calls me
So I sing a song of love for Julia, Julia, Julia
Absurdly, in the day in which my future is changing, taking away from me the one I could only think about this with, privately.
In this very same day he is vanishing, I realized that I want the name of my baby girl (the day she will come) to be "Julia". I would like to express my love to her that way too, as the song does. And it will be nice to tell her when she grows up: We named you Julia because of the Beatles song. :o)
But for now I have to begin again.
I will begin again.
Julia...sea shell eyes, windy smile...calls me...
Friday, June 11, 2004
WebProWorld :: Big Thoughts in Small Quotes
WebProWorld :: Big Thoughts in Small Quotes: "Dedicated to that beautiful soul, Martin Luther King, this song was composed:
'One Vision - Queen
(God works in mysterious ways ... mysterious ways)
One man, one goal, one mission
One heart one goal just one solution
One flash of light, yeah one God, one vision
One flesh, one bone, one true religion
One voice, one hope, one real decision
Wo, wo, wo, wo, gimme one vision
No wrong, no right
I'm gonna tell you there's no black and no white
No blood, no stain
All we need is one world wide vision
One flesh, one bone, one true religion
One race, one hope, one real decision
Wo, wo, wo, wo, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I had a dream, When I was young
A dream of sweet illusion
A glimpse of hope and unity
And visions of one sweet union
But a cold wind blows and a dark rain falls
And in my heart it shows
Look what they've done to my dreams
So give me your hands, give me your hearts... I'm ready
There's only one direction
One world, one nation, Yeah, one vision
No hate, no fight, just excitation
All through the night it's a celebration wo, wo, wo, wo yeah
One, one, one, one...
One flesh, one bone, one true religion
One voice, one hope, one real decision
Gimme one light, Gimme one hope
Just gimme
One man, one man
One bar, one night
One day, hey, hey
Just, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Fried chicken' "
'One Vision - Queen
(God works in mysterious ways ... mysterious ways)
One man, one goal, one mission
One heart one goal just one solution
One flash of light, yeah one God, one vision
One flesh, one bone, one true religion
One voice, one hope, one real decision
Wo, wo, wo, wo, gimme one vision
No wrong, no right
I'm gonna tell you there's no black and no white
No blood, no stain
All we need is one world wide vision
One flesh, one bone, one true religion
One race, one hope, one real decision
Wo, wo, wo, wo, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I had a dream, When I was young
A dream of sweet illusion
A glimpse of hope and unity
And visions of one sweet union
But a cold wind blows and a dark rain falls
And in my heart it shows
Look what they've done to my dreams
So give me your hands, give me your hearts... I'm ready
There's only one direction
One world, one nation, Yeah, one vision
No hate, no fight, just excitation
All through the night it's a celebration wo, wo, wo, wo yeah
One, one, one, one...
One flesh, one bone, one true religion
One voice, one hope, one real decision
Gimme one light, Gimme one hope
Just gimme
One man, one man
One bar, one night
One day, hey, hey
Just, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Fried chicken' "
Creation
"Si me preguntaran por qué me esfuerzo en conocer a Dios, mi respuesta sería egoísta:
porque quiero ser un creador. Ésta es la promesa definitiva de espiritualidad: que podemos
ser los actores de nuestras propias existencias, los creadores de nuestros destinos
personales." - Deepak Chopra
"I want to know God thoughts...the rest are details." - Albert Einstein
porque quiero ser un creador. Ésta es la promesa definitiva de espiritualidad: que podemos
ser los actores de nuestras propias existencias, los creadores de nuestros destinos
personales." - Deepak Chopra
"I want to know God thoughts...the rest are details." - Albert Einstein