<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:45:12.470-03:00</updated><category term='Savater'/><category term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>PAME IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-7072732152775601563</id><published>2008-11-14T20:06:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:49:51.562-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>What kind of Fish are you? An Educated Swimming Cow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SR337HYBNkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/U-u5QHcaTXQ/s1600-h/workplace_stres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SR337HYBNkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/U-u5QHcaTXQ/s400/workplace_stres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268639734057481794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;In what way is Educating Rita a play about the clash of class and culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting upon this question makes me remember about a lot of stories with a similar purpuse. All the soap operas by Thalia, some similar Disney's stories, also Chavo's version and so on...&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading the play the first thing that came to my mind was "My Fair Lady", which also reflects very clear this clash of culture and class (from my viewpoint My Fair Lady reflects more the idea of class' clash, maybe I imagine Rita a bit different).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the story Rita was eager to learn, to be an educated woman, she wanted to be different from what she was. She believed and felt that she should be educated to have access to a different group of people, a different class.&lt;br /&gt;Rita used to think that culture and class goes hand in hand. In some way it might be true, different classes share different customs. But the fact that they are different has nothing to do with the value they have.&lt;br /&gt;That is to say, all different cultures are valuable and you and any person belonging to any of this different cultures is eucated in that culture.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the word class is no longer in "fashion", I mean what can you call a different class. Are there better social classes than others? Is one social class totaly uneducated?&lt;br /&gt;Education, and culture has nothing to do with social classes. You can come from a very poor part of the city or from the highest class and even then be an educated person (or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is that a class does not make the education or culture. What is important is the people and the fact that they want to learn and become better so as to build a better society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Small steps toward a much &lt;em&gt;better world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-7072732152775601563?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/7072732152775601563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=7072732152775601563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/7072732152775601563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/7072732152775601563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-kind-of-fish-are-you-educated.html' title='What kind of Fish are you? An Educated Swimming Cow!'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SR337HYBNkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/U-u5QHcaTXQ/s72-c/workplace_stres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-3924472480204831580</id><published>2008-11-10T12:32:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:07:16.131-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>The Educated Woman's Dress and the Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SRsR6tAnqWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OwBb0Mqt8JA/s1600-h/9780413774347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SRsR6tAnqWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OwBb0Mqt8JA/s400/9780413774347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823889352206690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This last scene of the play is like a balance of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rita discovers that pretending leads nowhere. She was hungry of knowledge and she really wanted to fit in this "social group."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But then she relized that as well as her, the rest of the students were not what she thought. She changed her point of view and her opinion of them. At the beginning of the story she was fascinated with them, because she considered as educated people, but in what respect to their "spiritual" or "scential" or "that" what makes a person, she was disappointed. I think she started looking at them as she used to see her clients at the beauty saloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Frank makes a point when he says "... I put rather more emphasis on the word&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;than the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;educated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's more important the person itself rather than the education the person has acquired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I mean it's important to be educated as long as the education doesn't "run over" your being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think Rita finish cutting Frank's hair as a way of showing that she didn't loose her identity, and at the same time she is sharing part of what she is with Frank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Knowlege is chasing me, but I'm faster..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-3924472480204831580?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/3924472480204831580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=3924472480204831580&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3924472480204831580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3924472480204831580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/11/educated-womans-dress-and-hair-cut.html' title='The Educated Woman&apos;s Dress and the Hair Cut'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SRsR6tAnqWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OwBb0Mqt8JA/s72-c/9780413774347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-492043802837341691</id><published>2008-11-10T11:00:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:09:50.184-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>The Great Pretender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SRgyMGxqD2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/5apvA-pHr-s/s1600-h/hairdresser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SRgyMGxqD2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/5apvA-pHr-s/s400/hairdresser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267014947768504162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Working as a hairdresser the only thing Rita should care about were details. Pure vanity and external appearance, which she considers an irrelevant issue for life - actually "irrelevant rubbish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;She cannot stand this idea of making "Beauty" the most important thing of life. It doesn't fill her as a human, because she is passionate, she is open to other things - to important and spiritual matters which really make her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The same happend with her name, Rita realized that her name was just external, irrelevant. The name is not what makes the person. She is no longer Rita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;She is an educated woman now. She has the tools needed to study, and she feels she can do whatever she wants. She thinks she found her place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Frank feels abandoned, neglected. Rita does not tell him everything as she used to do (as the change of job, name, etc.). He feels a bit disappointed, he feels responsible for the changes he had done or foster in Rita.  This "New Rita" is his creation, his "FrankenRita." That is why he suggest changing his name into Mary Shelley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;To conclude with his complain he asked her how should he call her now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Virginia... under V. Wolf, Jane under J. Brontë, or Charlotte or Emily Austen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"What is essential is invisible to the eye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-492043802837341691?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/492043802837341691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=492043802837341691&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/492043802837341691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/492043802837341691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-pretender.html' title='The Great Pretender'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SRgyMGxqD2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/5apvA-pHr-s/s72-c/hairdresser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-2633818648125715545</id><published>2008-11-09T22:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:28:08.236-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>Ritamorphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SReHc1GVqiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SAQfFuNBiw0/s1600-h/07-metamorphosis3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SReHc1GVqiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SAQfFuNBiw0/s400/07-metamorphosis3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266827218592836130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;From the very beginning Rita changed her name and that was just the first step of the metamorphosis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Rita decided that to  be an educated woman and discuss beautiful literature she needs to change the way she speaks, and not only the way but also the tone of her voice. (I image something like The Nanny trying to sound smart).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;She is burying the old Rita. She is no longer herself. She has no identity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;She adopted a new name, a new voice, a new style. She has no opinion of herself, she doesn't own a point of view, she adopted writer's opinionsm and consulted recognized authorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Frank is quite disappointed, because he misses the old Rita, her old believes, questions, sincerity and simpleness. That's why he doesn't like her essay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The new Rita, under the shape of a silly society which has not opinion of theirown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I think Frank wants Rita to think for herself, and not to express what a society expects from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Be yourself, no matter what they say..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-2633818648125715545?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/2633818648125715545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=2633818648125715545&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/2633818648125715545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/2633818648125715545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/11/ritamorphosis.html' title='Ritamorphosis'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SReHc1GVqiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SAQfFuNBiw0/s72-c/07-metamorphosis3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-5230685696273005515</id><published>2008-11-01T14:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:25:28.438-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>Songs of Innocence and experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SQyJ8HLgJsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7z3CcgdaxFQ/s1600-h/old_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SQyJ8HLgJsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7z3CcgdaxFQ/s400/old_books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263733730301716162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rita is a new woman. She went back from the summer school with a lot of new experiences. She feels full of life. She has a great flat mate, she doesn't hesitate at the time of makig questions in class, she is able to talk with teachers or tutors about books and writers. She feels part of the system!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She wants to share and transmit part of this experience and energy to Frank. Rita has the idea to take the lesson out in the garden. But Frank doesn't want, he is not ready to any change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The she tries to open the window in order to get some fresh air but it's stuck: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"It hasn't been opened for generations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Franck is closed to any possible thing which tries to make a difference in his life. He doesn't want fresh air, he doesn't want to go out. Rita thought that he has started to reform himself (as he was writing poetry again). The one stuck in life is Frank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think they represent the two extremes, the innocence and the experience. But they both are innocent and experienced in different aspects of life. On the one hand, Rita has the experience of life, she is able to see the simple aspects of life but she wants to know more in order to experience new things. On the other hand, Frank  knows a  lot  and has a lot of experience in what respect to knowledge, but he is still innocent in what respects to life, for example he is not able to have a family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They seem to complement eachother,  one has  what the other lacks.  Innocence and  experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-5230685696273005515?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/5230685696273005515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=5230685696273005515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5230685696273005515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5230685696273005515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/11/songs-of-innocence-and-experience.html' title='Songs of Innocence and experience'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SQyJ8HLgJsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7z3CcgdaxFQ/s72-c/old_books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-8963387030319919258</id><published>2008-10-27T21:06:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:38:02.785-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>Not My Glass of Wine - Not my Cup of Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SQx3Ga-xo9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/X0BZtTBjkk4/s1600-h/wine+glasses.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SQx3Ga-xo9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/X0BZtTBjkk4/s400/wine+glasses.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263713016694809554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't Rita go to Frank's dinner party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Rita was enthusiastic about the dinner party but not Denny. They had an argument about it, but anyway she wanted to go...&lt;br /&gt;Something had already changed in Rita. She was very sociable, not an introverted woman at all, but now she feels insecure...&lt;br /&gt;She cannot decide what sort of wine she should buy. She feels unable to talk to the other guests. She feels that everybody is going to laught at her. She feels that she is not going to fit or find her place in this party. She feels like a fish out of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the dinner party and her life are a reflection (or consequence) of what is happening whith her studies. It's the beginning of the change, she is learning something new, she is experiencing new situations and she is seeing life from a new point of view, that is why she feels insecure, everything is new and she doesn't know how to react to this new situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita writes her essays with passion. She is unique, she still has this "something" that makes her different from the rest of the students. Frank doesn't want to change her. But she wants to start with the change...&lt;br /&gt;The change which will make her able to feel secure with the rest of the students; which make her able to appreciate other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change that will allow her to start again, to start a new (different) life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-8963387030319919258?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/8963387030319919258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=8963387030319919258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/8963387030319919258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/8963387030319919258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-my-glass-of-wine-not-my-cup-of-tea.html' title='Not My Glass of Wine - Not my Cup of Tea'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SQx3Ga-xo9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/X0BZtTBjkk4/s72-c/wine+glasses.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-7562411247342659472</id><published>2008-09-21T21:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:18:10.089-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>Be dead Boring... or be dead Excitin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SOvZRP63TyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OWK1KiaD6zY/s1600-h/macbeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SOvZRP63TyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OWK1KiaD6zY/s400/macbeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254532280612245282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What words does Rita use to express her enthusiasm for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... I thought it was gonna be dead borin'..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... But Listen, it wasn't borin', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it was bleedin' great, honest, ogh, it done me in, it was fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It was dead good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;like a thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I just thought it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dead excitin' story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Rita was so delighted with the play, she felt so happy about her discovery, that she was eager  to write an essay and tell Frank how did she feel. It was a completely new experience for her and the fact that she enjoyed the play promoted or encouraged her with the writing of the essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Could she use these words in an essay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Of course she cannot use these words (read above) in the essay. This is colloquial language and she should use formal language do an essay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-7562411247342659472?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/7562411247342659472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=7562411247342659472&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/7562411247342659472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/7562411247342659472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-dead-boring-or-be-dead-excitin.html' title='Be dead Boring... or be dead Excitin&apos;'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SOvZRP63TyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OWK1KiaD6zY/s72-c/macbeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-1065035714732503379</id><published>2008-09-05T20:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:34:00.507-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>Make a choice and Resign to something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SMHPSqFVHeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-eVcXLKo0ks/s1600-h/51yj1cfYJEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SMHPSqFVHeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-eVcXLKo0ks/s200/51yj1cfYJEL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242699360677207522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;What expressions does Rita use to emphasise how important the course is to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita claims that the course provides her with life. She feels satisfy, she is very happy with the course and she wants to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's reasonable and maybe predictable that Denny, her husband, gets jelous. When somebody starts doing something, such as taking a course, job, or any kind of activity the people around him/her may fell neglected or rather abandoned. And it's true when we make a choice we have to resign to other things, and sometimes resign to spend time with people we love. What is more, Rita seems so excited about her carrer and her teacher that makes a good reason for Deeny to be jelous.&lt;br /&gt;Although she is right to be angry with her husband actitud and the fact that he burned her books, I agree with Frank that they have to talk. If she is so happy with the course she has to do it and he should suppot her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Comin' here, doin' this, it's given me more life then I've had in years, an' he should be able to see that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-1065035714732503379?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/1065035714732503379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=1065035714732503379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1065035714732503379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1065035714732503379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-expressions-does-rita-use-to.html' title='Make a choice and Resign to something'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SMHPSqFVHeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-eVcXLKo0ks/s72-c/51yj1cfYJEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-6601895356680369945</id><published>2008-09-02T17:59:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:36:30.960-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you think Rita says 'it makes me stronger coming here'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SL3NPnvl_ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XtDCYepVNS8/s1600-h/GoldFigure.jpg.w300h300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SL3NPnvl_ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XtDCYepVNS8/s320/GoldFigure.jpg.w300h300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241571209579462034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;As Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton said "the pen is mighter than the sword". I believe that knowledge is "power", knowledge not only opens your senses and helps you to see and discover things, but it also gives you a kind of power, which nobody can steal from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita is immersed in an emvironment where life is very simple. Her duty is to work and spend time with her husband and friends, that's all. She is inside a vicious circle.&lt;br /&gt;People are there to live, not think about life or anything. The fact that Rita wants to learn will help her to change her environment (if she wants) will help her to think about other realities, even when the people around her don't like the idea that she can change her way of thinking, living (and maybe leave them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Learning opens people's minds, learning empowers people. Knowledge makes people feel stronger (other people cannot deceive them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this situation is repeated many times in the entire world. Just as an example, George Orwell's "Animal Farm" just crossed from my mind, where ignorant animals are deceived and controlled by those who knows a little more. They are deceived because they cannot read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What I learn from you about art an' literature, it feeds me, inside. I can get through the rest of the week if I know I've got comin' here to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Denny tried to top me comin' tonight. he tried to get me to go out to the pub with him an' his mates. (...) They hate it when one of them tries to break away. It makes me stronger comin' here. That's what Denny's frightened of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-6601895356680369945?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/6601895356680369945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=6601895356680369945&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/6601895356680369945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/6601895356680369945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you-stronger.html' title='What doesn&apos;t kill you, makes you stronger'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SL3NPnvl_ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XtDCYepVNS8/s72-c/GoldFigure.jpg.w300h300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-3420089046623873669</id><published>2008-08-25T14:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:40:16.040-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>The Proper Classroom for Proper Students...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What does she think about Frank's room and about the proper students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLL2fVriM5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/V8Mm_02Ac2o/s1600-h/educating_rita_pbp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLL2fVriM5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/V8Mm_02Ac2o/s400/educating_rita_pbp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238520334841426834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Rita is a very good observer. From the very beginning she is walking around and  meticulously exploring Frank's room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She considers the room to be tasteful, with everything in the right place, and at the same time a mess. A perfect mess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I think everybody has its own mess. I have my own mess. The thing is be able to deal with that mess. As Rita says everything fits in its place. I think it has to do with lifestyles, we cannot experience something without using it. We cannot live without doing and experiencing everything we want to do, and sometimes that way of living results in a mess. A mess we can understand, our own mess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Another thing to highlight is that 'There's nothing phoney about it' (the room). The room represents all Frank's knowledge his life experiences, his likes, and everything is true, because its part of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As for proper students, I think Rita missed the first chance to be a proper student herself. Being a proper student was harder than being just a 'normal' girl. You have to study, you have to work hard, it is boring, your mates don't forgive you if you became a proper student. So Rita chose the easy way.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Possessing a hungry mind is not, in itself, a guarantee of success.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-3420089046623873669?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/3420089046623873669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=3420089046623873669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3420089046623873669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3420089046623873669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/08/proper-classroom-for-proper-students.html' title='The Proper Classroom for Proper Students...'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLL2fVriM5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/V8Mm_02Ac2o/s72-c/educating_rita_pbp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-3635735230341071654</id><published>2008-08-13T12:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:41:33.588-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educating Rita'/><title type='text'>Why does Rita want to study?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SKMCNG3QMYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AHo4Of2kD4I/s1600-h/04educatingrita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SKMCNG3QMYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AHo4Of2kD4I/s400/04educatingrita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234029616138563970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The answer is easy: She wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the question would be... Know what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are young we don't want to study, and many times we don't know why we "have" to study. We are sent to school by our parents (in the best case). But as we are so young (sometimes) we cannot see the utility of what we are learning (long term usage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the case of Rita, she is already a grown up and she wants to study at the university. Study at the university... what for?&lt;br /&gt;What for are we studying at universities (or terteary levels)?&lt;br /&gt;We may have different answers, different goals, different interests, but in the end we're all learning. Some of us may want their degree, some others polish their English, some of us may study just for fun. Study for fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the beginning of all. When we start discovering that learning can be fun, that we can use our knowledge, and that we are open to new things that we didn't appreciate before (just because of ignorance, or not understanding).&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge let us understand new things, or discover new things that we weren't able to see before. Knowledge opens our mind to new worlds, and that in my opinion, is what Rita wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Because I wanna know Everything"  = ) * (=  "I'll have to learn about it all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... y' sit (...) watchin' the ballet or the opera on the telly an' - an' y' call it rubbish cos that's what it looks like? Cos y' don't understand. So y' switch it off an' saym that's fuckin' rubbish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(...) But I don't want to. I wanna see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-3635735230341071654?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/3635735230341071654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=3635735230341071654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3635735230341071654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3635735230341071654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-does-rita-want-to-study.html' title='Why does Rita want to study?'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SKMCNG3QMYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AHo4Of2kD4I/s72-c/04educatingrita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-7651464395886953542</id><published>2008-08-13T12:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:49:42.865-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>Final Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SKMBYRagX7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GwjXZXYkDlk/s1600-h/ethics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SKMBYRagX7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GwjXZXYkDlk/s400/ethics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234028708437712818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-7651464395886953542?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/7651464395886953542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=7651464395886953542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/7651464395886953542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/7651464395886953542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-post.html' title='Final Post'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SKMBYRagX7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GwjXZXYkDlk/s72-c/ethics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-5897415916965027290</id><published>2008-07-29T18:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:37:55.400-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>And ten years later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SI-lQSV9oQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EVZDdVNwfK8/s1600-h/hiking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SI-lQSV9oQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EVZDdVNwfK8/s400/hiking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228579391620882690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The New Millenium brougth hopes and worries... but nothing new in its essence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life is quite cyclical, everything happend again and again in different or similar ways. The point is how can we avoid repeting the events that were not so good. Avoid doing or repeting the mistakes from the past. How can we plan our future, how can we make a better future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As human beings we are part of the flock. We are surrounded by our peers, those who are similar to us and reflect us. But as soon as somebody different appears... BOOM! Discrimination! Segregation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;We are all immigrants in the Earth, and we will be here for a while (life is not so long) so, treat the mankind the way you like to be treated. Be hospitable and kind. Treat the Earth as if it were your home, because it belongs to you and to your inheritors and the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Just trust yourself and trust on you peers. Give the best of you... and we all gonna get a better world, but we need to be together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Si diez años después te vuelvo a encontrar en algún lugar,&lt;br /&gt;no te olvides que soy distinto de aquél pero casi igual. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquello fue un gran punto de partida,&lt;br /&gt;pero a la vez qué fácil se olvida.&lt;br /&gt;Diez años después quién puede volver atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos en la tierra cuatro días&lt;br /&gt;y el cielo no me ofrece garantías:&lt;br /&gt;diez años después mejor volver a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu credulidad se deterioró en algún lugar,&lt;br /&gt;no te olvides que soy testigo casual de tu soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si diez años después no estamos igual, qué le vas a hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Otros diez años más y luego, empezar juntos otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)Diez años después el tiempo empieza a pesar.&lt;br /&gt;(...)Diez años después mejor reír que llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)Hoy, diez años después, todo sigue igual, nunca te llegó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro del corazón, al día de hoy, no queda lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Si perdí la razón, no fue por amor, fue por soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es una gran sala de espera,&lt;br /&gt;la otra es una caja de madera.&lt;br /&gt;Diez años después mejor dormir que soñar.&lt;br /&gt;No se puede vivir de otra manera,&lt;br /&gt;porque si no la gente ni se entera.&lt;br /&gt;Diez años después quién puede volver atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diez años después, mejor decir que callar.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los Rodriguez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-5897415916965027290?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/5897415916965027290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=5897415916965027290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5897415916965027290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5897415916965027290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-ten-years-later.html' title='And ten years later...'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SI-lQSV9oQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EVZDdVNwfK8/s72-c/hiking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-1033039277382394487</id><published>2008-07-19T11:08:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:43:58.047-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>Life.... What for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SIH8W6SLisI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EoFgMHSUvBk/s1600-h/38_games_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SIH8W6SLisI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EoFgMHSUvBk/s400/38_games_life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224734513259317954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;What can I do with my life? What should we do with our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;How can I know the meaning of life? Has it got any meaning? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Is life worthy of being lived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Are there something after death?or it's just death and that's it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;When we are born we are given something unique and invaluable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We don't learn how valuable are our lives till we get older or we loose a beloved somebody, even then we cannot estimate the valuable gift we have in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have very little time to be here (in life) and learn how to live. We make many mistakes, sometimes when we get olders with our white hairs we whisper 'if I could be young again...' and tend to advise those young people who seem to be wasting their time and lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our duty in life is live it and find or make up the purpose for our life.&lt;br /&gt;Life has meaning, we are here as the result of love (in the best of the situations) and to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a game, we cannot repeat moves and generally we cannot correct certain movemetns. Anyway we are given a lot of different opportunities. What we need first of all is to know what is that that we want, think how to get there and reflect on what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to make a lot of mistakes, we are human beings and is part of our nature, but we can learn to avoid them or find new ways and possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not an exact science, where we always get the same results.&lt;br /&gt;'The good life' is not something general, and it's not manufactured in mass production. Each of us must create our own 'good life' according to our likes, uniqueness, irrepetible, individual and fragile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INTENTA NO OCUPAR TU VIDA EN ODIAR Y TENER MIEDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-1033039277382394487?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/1033039277382394487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=1033039277382394487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1033039277382394487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1033039277382394487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-what-for.html' title='Life.... What for?'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SIH8W6SLisI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EoFgMHSUvBk/s72-c/38_games_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-1244704168404601836</id><published>2008-07-08T19:33:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:01:03.858-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>Ethics and politics: Spot the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SHP1m-6Ax6I/AAAAAAAAADA/N8VPrpuTLew/s1600-h/829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SHP1m-6Ax6I/AAAAAAAAADA/N8VPrpuTLew/s400/829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220786443122689954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ethics has to do with choosing the best options and living the best possible way. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ethics has to do with our own freedom and how we deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ethics helps us to want the good things of life. It has to do with improving ourselves, wanting to be or become better human beings. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ethics helps to answer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do I want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The aim of poilitics is to organize the social affairs in order to let each member of the society to choose what is convenient or good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Politics trys to coordinate what the whole does with its freedom in order to be  beneficial   for all.&lt;br /&gt;In politics the results of the actions taken are important, no matter what for.&lt;br /&gt;Politics' aim is that the majority of the whole work in armony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;From ethics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;The ideal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;political organization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a) It has to start from freedom, and it has to respect social freedom. It also has to regulate the social resposibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) It has to treat  and  consider  the people as human kinds!&lt;br /&gt;That's be able to stand on their shoes. Justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) To be on other's shoes has to do with recognize them as equals and  their dignity. It has to assist those who suffer within the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;FREEDOM, JUSTICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;ASSISTANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; are the three fundamental pillars for an ethical and political organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;The fragmentation of the world do nothing but hold up the possible solutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break of the armony and balance caused by the selfish self-interests of the man make the situation worst, and blind them at the extreme of not knowing when to stop, where's the limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Sólo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" class="highlightedSearchTerm"  &gt;cuando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" class="highlightedSearchTerm"  &gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; último árbol esté &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" class="highlightedSearchTerm"  &gt;muerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" class="highlightedSearchTerm"  &gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; último río envenenado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" class="highlightedSearchTerm"  &gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; último pez atrapado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" class="highlightedSearchTerm"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" class="highlightedSearchTerm"  &gt;daremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; cuenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" class="highlightedSearchTerm"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" class="highlightedSearchTerm"  &gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; puede comer dinero"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-1244704168404601836?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/1244704168404601836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=1244704168404601836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1244704168404601836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1244704168404601836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/07/ethics-and-politics-spot-difference.html' title='Ethics and politics: Spot the difference'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SHP1m-6Ax6I/AAAAAAAAADA/N8VPrpuTLew/s72-c/829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-6380597956306004299</id><published>2008-06-09T14:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:04:14.319-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>Living on the Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SE1pL28vSGI/AAAAAAAAABw/t71CSoh-fhk/s1600-h/cartoon-humpty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SE1pL28vSGI/AAAAAAAAABw/t71CSoh-fhk/s320/cartoon-humpty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209935996387280994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the typical Humpty Dumpty case. You cannot live on the edge of anything unless you want to lose your life quickly, or lose the control of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why not take pleasure in life? Life is nice if you live it nicely, so why not gratify yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are many pleasures in life... Why not have a pleasant life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The pleasure of having a dinner with friends, the pleasure of travelling, the pleasure of doing where you like, the pleasure of resting, the pleasure of sharing moments with your partner, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is nothing wrong with pleasure. Daily pleasures make your life better. But as I already mention extremes are not good at all. To much pleasure could kill you (Lol). You can enjoy the pleasures of life while being a down-to-earth person. You should take the control of your life, and enjoy your life, but excess of pleasures tend to distract yourself from your lives.&lt;br /&gt;If you like drinking wine, and you enjoy it, Ok!, as long as you don't wake up naked in the middle of the park (I mean, you lose the control of your life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important point to be made is that pleasures are not good if you damage your environment (or yourself). I mean, a drunk person can be funny for the first five minutes, but if you have to be with them for a long time, they stop being funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From pleasure we can get happiness!&lt;br /&gt;The art of getting happiness from pleasure is known as Temperance, what I would sum up as Living in Balanced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"La moderación presupone el placer; la abstinencia, no.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso hay mas abstemios que moderados."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-6380597956306004299?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/6380597956306004299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=6380597956306004299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/6380597956306004299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/6380597956306004299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/06/living-on-edge.html' title='Living on the Edge'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SE1pL28vSGI/AAAAAAAAABw/t71CSoh-fhk/s72-c/cartoon-humpty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-5341318766859226677</id><published>2008-05-26T16:53:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:07:03.445-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>In Your Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;With others or against others, but among others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SDskrpFQlcI/AAAAAAAAABY/PgISeYWS3Ks/s1600-h/villians.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SDskrpFQlcI/AAAAAAAAABY/PgISeYWS3Ks/s400/villians.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204794126537627074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ethics main interest has to do with: how to live a good human life ... a good life among humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're unique, irrepetible, very different from the rest, with different cultures, languages, likes, customs, etc. but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WE ARE ALL HUMAN BEINGS!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Friendship and respect are the most beautiful feeling among&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the worst person (is still a human being) can learn to transform himself into a better person, or behave in a different way (better for all of us - humans).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If we sow love and caring, we're going to get love in return. Bad people lack of caring and love. If it's true that we learn by experinece and imitation, then bad people need to experience love before they can love somebody else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Love is paramount in any relation (at least some regard).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WE NEED TO BE TREATED AS HUMAN BEINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(and treat the rest as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To be able to treat others as human beings, we need to see from their point of view, we need to be in their shoes, we need to understand them deeply...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And from my viewpoint, there is no better way to know the others as getting to know you very well. In that ... we're all humans!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To conclude, I think we are again refering to: don't do others what you don't like to be done to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Todos los humanos estamos hechos de la sustancia con la que se trenzan los suelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-5341318766859226677?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/5341318766859226677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=5341318766859226677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5341318766859226677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5341318766859226677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-your-shoes.html' title='In Your Shoes'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SDskrpFQlcI/AAAAAAAAABY/PgISeYWS3Ks/s72-c/villians.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-3396665140988652124</id><published>2008-05-24T00:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:34:21.941-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>The duty in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SDeeJ5FQlbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BRM47pCB1RA/s1600-h/jiminy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SDeeJ5FQlbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BRM47pCB1RA/s320/jiminy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203801787228788146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(Well this chapter was a bit too long for me. In fact I think Savater is retelling some of his previous topics. I will try to avoid repetition by focusing on what I found more interesting and 'new')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Three Sillies&lt;/span&gt; and some more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For the first silie everything it's ok. The second one wants everything  (be in mass and ring the bell at the same time; want to be the winner and the looser at the same time). The third one is the one who doesn't know anything so he is for or against the situations without (personal) reasons.The fourth silly knows what s/he wants but without the necessary strenght. Last but not least, the one who knows what s/he wants fiercely but somehow always misslead the goal. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To avoid idiocity: Learn as much as you can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La imbecilidad acecha y no perdona&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Unlukily, this is true, there are many sillies around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just the opposite of being sillie: Having a conscience&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Desire to live humanly well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Do what we really want to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Try to do what is good, and like what is good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Be responsable for our facts = Bare in mind that each action will affect the self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Summing up, from my point of view this has to do with live as well as you can, don't bother your pairs, and do it well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; And avoid using sticks, or excuses to live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-3396665140988652124?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/3396665140988652124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=3396665140988652124&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3396665140988652124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3396665140988652124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/05/duty-in-my-life.html' title='The duty in my life'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SDeeJ5FQlbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BRM47pCB1RA/s72-c/jiminy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-5964657322931406960</id><published>2008-05-20T09:55:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:35:40.843-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>TIME FOR BARDIC TRADITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I finished this chapter on Savater's book, but I didn't find new things, at least not many (you always learn something anyway). But it rang me some bells, that is why I want to share with you these stories and quotes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SDLWo9aoGMI/AAAAAAAAABA/TUXIELWCI2c/s1600-h/0,,5358076,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SDLWo9aoGMI/AAAAAAAAABA/TUXIELWCI2c/s400/0,,5358076,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202456518735698114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do not accumulate for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal.  &lt;a name="Mt 6:20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; But accumulate for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.  &lt;a name="Mt 6:21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 6, 19-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He then told them a parable: “The land of a certain rich man produced an abundant crop,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" name="Lk 12:17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; so he thought to himself, ‘What should I do, for I have nowhere to store my crops?’  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" name="Lk 12:18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Then he said, ‘I will do this: I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" name="Lk 12:19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And I will say to myself, “You have plenty of goods stored up for many years; relax, eat, drink, celebrate!”’  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" name="Lk 12:20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; will be demanded back from But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life you, but who will get what you have prepared for yourself?’  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" name="Lk 12:21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; So it is with the one who stores up riches for himself, but is not rich toward God.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Luke 12, 16-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VIAJE AL CAMPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Una vez, un padre de familia bastante acaudalado llevo a su hijo a un viaje con el firme proposito de que su hijo viera como vivian y cuan pobre era la gente del campo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Estuvieron por el espacio de un dia y una noche completa en la granja de una familia muy humilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Al concluir el viaje y de regreso a casa el padre le pregunta a su hijo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- ¿Qué te pareció el viaje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- ¡Muy bonito papá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Viste cuan pobre puede ser la gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- ¿Y que aprendiste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- Vi que nosotros tenemos una piscina que llega de pared a pared a la mitad del jardín, en cambio ellos tienen un riachuelo que no tiene fin. Nosotros tenemos unas lámparas importadas en el patio, ellos tienen estrellas. Nuestro patio llega hasta la pared del vecino, el de ellos termina en el horizonte. Ellos tienen tiempo para conversar y estar en familia. Tú y mamá tienen que trabajar todo el tiempo y casi nunca los veo. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al terminar el relato, el padre se quedo mudo y el hijo agregó:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Gracias papá por enseñarme lo ricos que podemos llegar a ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-5964657322931406960?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/5964657322931406960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=5964657322931406960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5964657322931406960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5964657322931406960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-for-bardic-tradition.html' title='TIME FOR BARDIC TRADITION'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SDLWo9aoGMI/AAAAAAAAABA/TUXIELWCI2c/s72-c/0,,5358076,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-3592453590639798769</id><published>2008-04-28T18:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:40:03.518-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>WHAT DO I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SBZKbfmzZjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AR8h1CXmMbw/s1600-h/20070530174206-la-20vida-20es-20libertad-20grafiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SBZKbfmzZjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AR8h1CXmMbw/s320/20070530174206-la-20vida-20es-20libertad-20grafiti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194421056419620402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think this is a big question and the answer, in my case, is changing very often. I don't like to plan things in long term, of course I have some goals and dreams I want to achieve (perhaps in long term). But sometimes I resign or postpone some dreams for later on, or I simply change my mind on them and replace them with some new dreams. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are free to dream, and we are free to reach or not each dream, it just depends on us. But, what I think it is also very important is the value we put on each of them. I mean I should make a balance with priorities, necesities and whishes... That is why I should carefully know what is what I want, and reflect on that. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then the answer comes to my mind and seems so simple and easy:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE A GOOD LIFE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But, in fact it's not so easy. Some people seem to be dead on life, they have no goals, no aims, no hope, no nothing... They are dead, because they think that anyway they are going to die... Let me tell you something nobody can scape from that (not yet - and not taking into account religion) but at least we can make our lives and the lives of the ones around us a little better, pleasant, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"I am  not afraid of death, I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;there when it happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;"La vida puede no ser la fiesta que esperamos, pero mientras estemos aquí, ¡deberíamos bailar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-3592453590639798769?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/3592453590639798769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=3592453590639798769&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3592453590639798769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/3592453590639798769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-i-want-to-do-with-my-life.html' title='WHAT DO I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE?'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SBZKbfmzZjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AR8h1CXmMbw/s72-c/20070530174206-la-20vida-20es-20libertad-20grafiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-6949103197061730587</id><published>2008-04-25T16:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:22:08.434-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>DO WHAT EVER YOU WANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SBI8d_mzZiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NKKEnFkCg-U/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SBI8d_mzZiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NKKEnFkCg-U/s400/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193279806299661858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Why should I have to do the same adults do?&lt;br /&gt;What do we need to be a good man (or woman)?&lt;br /&gt;How can I determine if a person is good or not?&lt;br /&gt;Why all forbiden things are more apealing than the 'legal' ones?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to exist such place as Theleme Abby? I think it's utopian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to act in an ethical way... do what ever you want, whenever you want...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              (but stay there to see what comes next)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Lo mejor que contiene el mundo se encuentra en la cantidad de mundos que el mundo contiene. Está bien que haya tantas contradicciones. Ahí reside la vida activa" Eduardo Galeano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-6949103197061730587?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/6949103197061730587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=6949103197061730587&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/6949103197061730587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/6949103197061730587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-what-ever-you-want.html' title='DO WHAT EVER YOU WANT!'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SBI8d_mzZiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NKKEnFkCg-U/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-1647710641790182286</id><published>2008-04-14T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:32:07.981-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>Automatic Pilot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SAO-fHLNOPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hL3c5MVslfU/s1600-h/otto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SAO-fHLNOPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hL3c5MVslfU/s400/otto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200637372217586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's true, the majority of acts in our life are done in automatic pilot. We tend to avoid thinking to much about daily routine (don't you think it's a waste of time use hours to decide if we prefer coffee or tea for breackdast?).&lt;br /&gt;can Motives run the automatic pilot for us. Motives are the reasons why we behave this or that way. As for motives, wemention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;orders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(given by an adult, authority, etc.), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;customs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  (because we're used to do something and we repetit, and perhaps all the people around us tend to do the same), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;caprices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (we do what we want, by impulse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But what I think is important here is the weight each motive has, or the weight we give to them. What is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more important for me? To follow an order (in order not to be against the authority), a costume (just because it is comfortable and easy) or a caprice (just because).&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes to observe an order, or to follow a costume is not enough, not even to mention caprices.Sometimes in life, we have to take an important decision, and we want this decision to be correct, but it's not that easy. We allways run the risk of making a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Taking a decision allways imply to reject other options, and who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(there is no automatic pilot in this case)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;you have to take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;=P No pains, no gains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-1647710641790182286?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/1647710641790182286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=1647710641790182286&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1647710641790182286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1647710641790182286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/04/automatic-pilot.html' title='Automatic Pilot'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SAO-fHLNOPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hL3c5MVslfU/s72-c/otto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-1779227750535967155</id><published>2008-04-07T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:38:12.133-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>FREEDOM WAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/R_olfhY6kEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9SdgWuTYABs/s1600-h/freedom_way-view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/R_olfhY6kEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9SdgWuTYABs/s320/freedom_way-view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186499144339591234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We all want to have the ability to distinguish between what is good and what is bad. Animals have a great advantage over human beings, because they seem already programed to live in certain way - the correct way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;     But what is amazing is the fact that we - human beings- are FREE to choose the way we live. To be honest, we are always limited by our own possibilities (cultural, economical, physical, etc.), but what is true is the fact that we can choose among many options. There is always another option, another viewpoint, another side of the situations, it depends on where are we standing (or where we choose to stand) at the very moment.&lt;br /&gt;    There are many things I can do, because I'm free, but not everything depends on my will. People's necesities and wills restrict my freedom (and the other way about). Anyway it is important to be consciuos of our freedom, because it is a powerful tool through which we can make a difference in the world... How? for example transmiting our values.&lt;br /&gt;    To sum up, we are free to choose the way (the good or the bad one) in which we live. But we have to be careful no to mistake what we choose. We have to learn the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"art of living,"&lt;/span&gt; that is learn to live in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-1779227750535967155?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/1779227750535967155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=1779227750535967155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1779227750535967155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/1779227750535967155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/04/freedom-way.html' title='FREEDOM WAY'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/R_olfhY6kEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9SdgWuTYABs/s72-c/freedom_way-view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113416309423951338.post-5910414289478526521</id><published>2008-03-31T18:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:32:38.222-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savater'/><title type='text'>You can Choose the Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What is ethical? What should be considered right and what wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Is there any recipe to make us morally good persons?&lt;br /&gt;I believe a solution would be to foster the habit of thinking, and reflect about our actions, attitudes, ways, and every other aspect that helps us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;build a personality.&lt;br /&gt;We could start by learning to know ourselves better. Look into our hearts (taking our time) and evaluate if we like who we are. What do I like about myself? and What would I like to get rid of? What can I improve?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST YOUSELF. BE CONFIDENT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    TRUST YOUR INTELLIGENCE, IT WILL HELP YOU BE BETTER THAN YOU ALREADY ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    TRUST YOUR HEART AND YOU WILL FIND GOOD COMPANY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT IF YOU PUT YOUR HEART IN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113416309423951338-5910414289478526521?l=pamelamesquida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/feeds/5910414289478526521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113416309423951338&amp;postID=5910414289478526521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5910414289478526521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113416309423951338/posts/default/5910414289478526521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamesquida.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-can-choose-way.html' title='You can Choose the Way'/><author><name>Pame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989318010505297083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9raeczHrDSk/SLlng6XPBYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/esqbCS-GIoI/S220/P9222164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
