Happy B, Dijah!
That’s about it. Happy birthday, dearest Dijah!
Gosh, time sure flies by
Alea Jacta Est.
Weeeeeee, hello!
Because Sheena’s asked me to, and we all want to make Sheena happy, I’m going to start updating this blog with quick updates so that she can know what’s going on with me. Hi, Na!
To make a long story short, I finished my second-to-last semester of school, and next semester I’ll be starting an internship in IBM, plus two other classes. I start on the 12th January; so, my winter break is getting cut two weeks earlier!!! On the brightside, that could become my job once I leave school, which is always good ^^b
Even better than that, though, is what happened today!
When I woke up, I was disappointed because the blizzard that the news had promised me hadn’t come after all… or so I thought, because three hours later, my sister woke up and told me “Wow, Heze, look!”. So I looked outside and saw it: a blizzard, YAY!
But then, I came to a horrible, TERRIBLE realization… I thought: “How come I’ve never before gone out to the soccer fields to play during a blizzard?”
Realizing the gravity of my lack, I prepared and, a few minutes later, was out walking to the soccer field. It was so fun! Sometimes I could barely open my eyes because of the snow getting into them (there was wind), so I walked as I could, amused by wondering how crazy I must look to the (considerably few) people that saw me go.
Anyway, the field was really pretty, all white and barely visible because of all the flying snow. I had thought I’d freeze (the temperature was -15 celcius), but I was actually hot after I had ran for only a few minutes. The snow was about halfway to my knees, so it was somewhat hard to play, but it was fun anyway. A point of note: don’t try to do an overhead kick and not fall with your hands first, thinking the snow will cushion the impact. It’s a bad idea ; ; Yes, the snow cushions the impact on the back, but I felt it anyway, ouch x.x It wasn’t very hard and I didn’t get hurt at all, but it’s not something to try again <.<
I must have been only 15 or 20 minutes in the field; for some reason, it’s harder to catch your breath when it’s extremely cold, and snow had already leaked through every hole in my clothing. But it was really fun anyway <.<
And that’s my story! Hope you’re happy, Na ; ;
Joy,
Heze.
When In Rome…
… do like the romans. So the saying goes anyway.
Therefore, when in Quebec, do like the québécois! When it doesn’t go against your principles, anyway; so, I won’t be going into the huge room-fridges to buy beer, but I will go play hockey if invited. I did so today.
I had already been invited twice before. This time, however, my brother and I were given the word in advance: yesterday we were asked if we would like to go play hockey today; we said yes, albeit we had been hoping we could go play soccer. The problem with hockey, though, is that one feels bad wacking someone else’s stick against the floor; so, we decided to buy our own today.
Granting that hockey is, by no means, soccer, it was, anyway, quite fun. We played for about two hours, and I believe my brother and I got better than we were (it was my third time playing hockey, and my brother’s sixth or seventh). One of the things that’s fun about hockey, however, is that I don’t have to worry about hurting others when going for the ball: in soccer, it’s leg against leg; in hockey, it’s the sticks that get hit, so I can apply whatever strength I want without caring too much about it.
I say that only the sticks get hit, although that’s not always true: today I got hit five times in the same part of the right leg with a stick, and I fell twice to the floor: once I fell on and scratched my knee (and the pants with it); the other one was funny, because someone (accidentally) put his stick between my legs and I flought to the ground. I fell good, so I wasn’t hurt (except for a scratch in my left arm), but I imagine it was quite funny because, as soon as I fell to the floor, I turned over and tried to get the ball with my feet in a “last effort”: the exact same thing I do when falling in soccer!
Even funnier is the fact that, even though I got hit quite a few times and fell twice, I got less hurt than when playing soccer: five hits with a stick on my right shin weren’t nearly as bad as a single ball or feet or leg hitting me in the same place in soccer. Also, when I fall while playing soccer, even though it’s all grass, it’s not unusual that I get hurt; today, I fell twice on hard floor, and I didn’t get hurt at all. Go figure!
That being said, I’ve got a knack for getting hurt every time I play soccer. Fortunately, ever since getting back from Ananda Village, I haven’t allowed any leg or knee pain to prevent me from sitting to meditate.
This little episode brought to my head, once again, that the “curse” that pursued me during the first twenty years of my life, and which was rapidly diminished to very little during the last year, may have been actually a hidden blessing. A very BIG hidden blessing, indeed!
I am referring, of course, to the “curse” of being extremely shy. As a matter of fact, I was the shiest person that I ever knew!
I have come to realize that I don’t possess any talent nor skill at all, except for one thing: I am able to learn things quite fast, or maybe it would be more accurate to say I am able to “receive and assimilate instruction” faster than most people. This seems to be doubly true about sports. The cause of this, or maybe the effect, is that, yes, I loved Math; yes, I loved computer games; yes, I loved a lot of things, but my first and greater love (before I came to experience Religion within myself, that is) has always been sports. Of course, mostly soccer, but I loved all sports, except those I considered “too brutish”, like boxing (people hitting each other in the head and often ending up half-wits) and a few others.
What does this have to do with shyness being a blessing? Simple: were not because I was extremely shy, I am a hundred percent certain that I would have decided to dedicate myself to soccer from a very early age. As a matter of fact, I did join a soccer club when I was only five years old, but I asked to leave after a few months, because I was too embarrassed to even move, even when no one was watching!
During the following years, I hardly ever again touched a soccer ball, except for a very lapses of time (for example, during the summer of 2001-2002 – winter for the North Pole -, my brother and I would play with our neighbors almost every day), but I would never agree to play unless it was with people that I knew very well, and unless there was absolutely no one else watching us play.
It was only this summer (that is, three months ago) that I started to play sports with people other than my brother. Ever since we have regularly played soccer and (less often) hockey. I am not embarrassed anymore to play, even when playing with people I don’t know, even when there are people watching. I enjoy playing sports a lot more now, and, as I said, I learn quite fast. It was out of this enjoyment that I realized anew how blessed I have been to have been shy for most of my life: now I can enjoy soccer, and maybe get to play well, but I won’t decide to make a career on professional soccer; had I not been shy, I would have certainly done so!
Now, I have come to realize I quite enjoy hockey too, even though it’s not my choice sport. Even so, since our friends are kind enough to play soccer with my brother and I, it is only fitting that we go play hockey with them. And if we are going to do so, better enjoy it and do our best!
Joy to you!
6, 12, Jeeze!
I haven’t been blogging a lot lately; that’s because I’ve been having a hard time getting back to my normal schedule. Anyway, I thought I should make a quick update for this:
Today, Uruguay faced Argentina in the round 9 of the South American qualifiers for the FIFA World Cup 2010. It was kind of sad, because Argentina had a full-star team in the field, and Uruguay was missing Forlán, and Lugano and Castillo were injured. Anyway, it was a pretty even match, although Argentina had the upper hand most of the time (there were long times during which the ball was mostly near the Argentina goal), but there weren’t many goal chances for any side.
The first goal of the match came from Messi, after a really good pass of Riquelme’s, when only six minutes of the match had elapsed!! As if that wasn’t bad enough, Argentina made a second goal seven minutes later. Uruguay scored one by the end of the first time, but the second half of the match was completely goaless.
It was also the dirtiest match I remember ever watching (not that I have watched too many, though). The players were all beating the hell out of each other! It figures, being Uruguay and Argentina who were playing…
In any case, here’s a video with the goals:
Upon watching that video, I realize that the ball hit the arbitrer, and that’s why Riquelme got the ball to do the goal pass!!!!! Apparently, it was offside, too… anyway, that’s my post for today.
Joy to you!
Bhasbuto and the Bicycles Curse
While the title of this post sounds like the title for a story, it actually means two separate things I’m going to blog about: about the name “Bhasbuto” and about the “Bibycles Curse”. I just thought it looked better than “Bhasbuto + the Bicycles Curse”. Oh well!
Bhasbuto
The other day I received an e-mail from a friend who told me he thought I didn’t like anymore the name “Bhasbuto”. While I denied this, I was getting the idea of blogging about the name… after all, many people ask me where it comes from, and many who don’t ask me, probably wonder. I decided to write a post about it!
So, then, what does it mean?
Nothing! It’s actually a self-made name, even though I barely remember how it happened and when. It is, however, a nice and funny story, and I’m going to type it here as it was told to me by my father and how I remember it (the last part of it).
When I was a baby, apparently I was very restless, and consequently my dad gave me the nickname “Movebuntur”; a nickname by which he addressed me regularly. As I grew up to be accustomed to it, I tried to repeat it, and I started to call myself “Movebuto” (that’s the best I could do to pronounce that word). In time, I got tired of the long word and reduced it to just “Buto”.
For years since then, I knew myself as “Buto”. Buto was the name I would use to refer to myself, to save the progress in the games I played, to sign my drawings when they needed signing… everything.
As it happened, however, one day (I was at least 8 or 9 by then) I played my first computer RPG: Ultima Underworld, and I needed to create a character with a name of its own! When I’m controlling a character (it was like that then and it is still like that now, or at least it was until I pretty much stopped playing games), I like him to have my name. I had a problem, though! The name “Buto” seemed too soft for a warrior; I couldn’t convince myself to call my character like that.
That was when the solution came to me: I had always loved my father’s character’s name, Bhaskhara; then and there, I decided I would steal the “Bhas” from my and call my character “Bhasbuto”.
It took years after that to complete the transition from “Buto” to “Bhasbuto”. Slow but steady, the second started to replace the first for every use, until now it is (and has been for many years) the only name I use for things that don’t require my real name. Why? I don’t know, I just like it, and it’s got a nice story, which is enough for me. For years I would make the distinction as “Hezequiel” being my normal name and “Bhasbuto” being my “warrior name”. I don’t even make a distinction now, don’t ask me why!
And that’s the story of how I came to be known as “Bhasbuto”. The funny thing is that, out of that, surged a whole thing that Michel, a friend of mine, came to call “the Clan Bhas”.
My father, Bhaskhara, was the “original Bhas”, although I don’t think he’s ever used that name again in years. After I adopted the name “Bhasbuto”, my brother adopted “Bhasbara”, and during the last of his primary school years, his best friend, Michel, called himself “Bhasiel”. Even my sister uses (very occasionally), the name “Bhasgala”! And the most funny thing of all, the other day I saw a link to the blog of my little cousin (Darío, who went almost every day to our house to play with my brother and I before we moved to Canada), and it was “Bhasdari.something.com.uy”!!!! We have also an “honorary member”, which is “Bhasfroise”. Too many “Bhas”, aren’t there?
The Bicycles Curse
It happened again! My bike and my brother’s were stolen right under our noses (or under our balcony, anyway); this time they were locked with a chain, but they just cut it. As we have come to be accustomed, the thieves ignored the other bikes that were parked next to ours!
Which is the curse? Well, it is, of course, that apparently we have to get a new bike every year! The year after this, I got my bike stolen about this same date; I don’t remember the others, but I do know very well that this was my third bicycle in the third year!
Oh well, on the bright side, our bikes were in a really bad state and we would have liked to change them for new ones. Now we won’t have an option! Of course, winter is coming now, so we won’t have to worry about it until next spring anyway.
I am more worried about whoever stole our bikes; as my brother said: “I hope they don’t get killed!” My brother’s bike has almost no brakes, and the chain of my bike gets stuck if you apply too much force to the pedals, which is especially uncomfortable when you are trying to cross a street: many times you end up getting stuck in the middle of the street, so you’ve got to be careful of when you cross the streets! Anyway, it’s sure no one will give a lot for them.
Well, those are my stories for today! I apologize if it is somewhat unreadable, but I’m falling asleep as I type, and I won’t last through a re-reading of the whole post. I am Uruguayan anyway, don’t ask me for good English!
Joy to you!
Yogananda on Soulmates
You know, for the first 21 years of my life, finding a soulmate was a bit of an obsession for me. It is, I believe, not an obsession anymore, though I do get emotional when the subject is touched; it just runs deep.
Anyway, I had never seen the mention to the concept of a soulmate in any of the teachings I have studied, and I’ve often wondered if such thing actually existed. Finally, I got my question answered in the A Way to Awakening series, episode #204. A Way to Awakening is a television program that was recorded by Swami Kriyananda a few years ago to broadcast in India, based on his book, Conversations with Yogananda. So, after all, there is such a thing as a soulmate! I had always believed on that, but it is nice to finally receive a confirmation.
I’m posting the video here, for anyone who would like to see: if you want to go straight to the soulmates part, it is on the minute 10, more or less; however, I do recommend the whole of it. It’s not long, only fifteen minutes and a song.
Joy to you!
Job Switches…
Apparently, I cannot be saved from the family curse!
Remember how I said my now ex-boss had asked me to give him Spanish classes? Well, he cancelled the first two classes because he had something come up. When last Sunday I went to give back my uniform and employee card, he told me he might have found another (a true) Spanish teacher and if that was the case, he would (obviously) take classes from him instead. He said he would let me know before wednesday.
Wednesday at 1:05PM he hadn’t called yet, so I called him instead. Then I received the news that he had, after all, gotten a Spanish teacher to help him out, so I would not have to do that part. I have to admit I was quite happy to hear that, and I hung the phone.
Three hours later, the phone rang. I answered and what would be my surprise to find it that it was a woman from my school calling! She told me that there was someone in second year of Computer Science who needed a particular tutor to help him with Math, and my ex-teacher had recommended me for the job. After meditating on it, I accepted. So, it turns out that I “lost” one job as teacher only to “find” a new one the very same day!
The downside is that it’s not actually “Math”… it’s statistics… but oh well, I had it coming for complaining so much about statistics anyway.
There was also another job switch like that: you might remember as well that I quit my job at the Zoo three weekends before it was due to end. Well, it was fortunate that I did, because by the next weekend I was already “engaged” to help with website development for Ananda!
What can I say? I’m a lucky boy.
Joy to you!
A Careers Affair
As some of you might know, I had plans to become a physicist once I finished my career in Computer Science. If you have read my post, My Visit to Ananda Village, you must know that by now that option is discarded, having given way to much more immediate plans to go to India. Reflecting on that, however, I have come to ask myself the question: “Do you regret this decision?” and my answer has been, “No”.
Besides of the fact that I love Physical Science, the reason I wanted to get into it was to try and put my grain of sand to help humanity grow, as a researcher. Again, a question: “Is this really that important?” By looking around me, I had to admit my sincere response was, again, “No”.
To justify these answers, a brief look into my past is required.
When I was a child, I discovered in myself a love for most every area of knowledge and art, and for sports in particular (soccer most of all). For diverse reasons, as I grew up I came to discard all of the other options until only four were left on the table: scientist, musician, writer, and programmer. By the age of twelve or so, I had already decided to go into the lattest: I wanted to create computer games! Games were my main form of entertainment during all of my childhood and early youth, since I was too shy to do anything else, let alone sports (which I liked, and still do, above everything else); it was just natural that I selected this option. I liked to create, and to create games seemed good enough.
I managed to satisfy this wish to an extent by modding for Baldur’s Gate 2 when I was between 15 and 17, and I enjoyed it a lot. During the same period, however, I got into the “branched” part of high school, in which I chose Scientific – Math and Physics; there and then I discovered the latent love for Math and Physics that was in me. I even noticed I liked it more than programming! However, I still wanted to create computer games, and when I had to choose my career in College (first in Uruguay, then in Quebec when we moved), I went for that.
Once in the CEGEP, I had the opportunity for the first time to do what I had always thought I wanted to do: Computer Science. To my great disappointment, however, I found out that I didn’t enjoy most of the courses, except those that were aboud coding and programming: the others seemed too “square”, too man-made for my liking. And, unfortunately, even those courses I enjoyed proved to be the same later on.
The world of programming, once I went deep into it, was disappointing to me as the rest of the Computer Science courses: too man-made! Having known math and physics, I now struggled to keep myself from despairing at the dumbness and lack of smoothness with which the “man-made rules” for every aspect of Computer Science worked. It was ridiculous! Here is a clear demonstration (to me, anyway) that there is indeed an intelligence much higher than man’s.
The “coup de grace” was given, however, when I suddenly lost all my interest in computer games altogether. One day, little more than a year ago, I asked myself: “Who am I helping by playing games?” The response: “No one.” Then, another question: “Am I even helping myself at all by playing games?” The response: “Most of the time, no.” Then I realized I wouldn’t be helping anybody by making computer games and, in many cases (provided the games I worked on were good), I would be helping to create people who waste their time away in games.
That was enough. I only needed the slightest “push” after that, and I abandoned the idea of being a game maker forever: I would, instead, be a physicist. A physicist at least has the potential of helping humanity through his discoveries; moreover, I loved Physical Science, and I loved knowledge. It was decided, then, I would be a physicist!
And that was my idea until less than a month ago.
Since I already told the story of how I abandoned that plan as well, I will skip it. Instead, I will go back to the questions I asked at the beginning of the post, or, rather, to their answers. “Do I regret the decision?” No. “Do I think it is important? (to be a physicist)” As of right now, no. But… Why?
The response to my first question goes, I guess, a bit with my nature: I love the prospect of change and adventure. I can’t help to get thrilled about it. Imagining that I lived alone and I didn’t have anyone to support in any way, I would be as thrilled to be told I won a million dollars as I would be if I was told I would have to live in the streets. I would be nervous, yes, in both cases, but I would be looking forward to what it would mean and how to comfront it. I have not lost the sense of adventure of a child, and I am grateful for it.
A broader and more accurate justification to my “No” to the first question, however, goes along the same lines that propeled the change of career choices: the ability to help other people with my chosen mode of life. To become a monk, go to India, and help form a self-sufficient community. How does this help anyone? one might ask. The response goes a bit into the territory of the other question, but, indeed, they are interrelated.
Truth is, we are living in hard times; no one can deny it. A little, self-sufficient community goes a long way to help relieve the harshness of this day and age; moreover, it becomes a seed for the future, which will grow and, eventually, become a full-grown “future-plant”. Loneliness has been called the sickness of this age, and so have been a hundred things more; many, if not all of these are caused by the focus of modern society: on groups, and not on individuals (except the all important “I”), with all which that implies. An example of this that is very close to me, because I am a student, is the education system: it is designed to make of the student an efficient working machine; no more, no less.
How does the community fit into this? As I have seen by myself, many of these human pains are effaced in such an environment. People, in general, learn more by example than through intellect; well, a little community can give exactly that: an example. For most people, a society whose bases are harmony, trust, love, kindness, and so on is no more than an utopian dream; yet, I have been there and I have seen it become true! No one, however, except a brave few, will ever try to live by high ideals unless they are proved first that it is possible, and that it is worth it. How can they become convinced that it works? By example! Only for that, the creation of these communities is, in my eyes, worth the trouble; there are even stronger reasons, but these do not come to the subject of the post.
As for the second question, I think I might do well to reformulate it a bit: “In the immediate future, will the role of a physicist be too important?” I believe it will not.
I have mentioned before, we live in hard times. Tensions have been building up between human groups in every level: from little corporations to nations, or even rivalries between groups of nations. In the last century, tensions of similar kind have erupted into World Wars, which ravaged the world, but brought a post-war change with them. Now, I believe we might be nearing World War Three.
Everywhere in nature, including the human body (to have a concrete example), whenever disharmony appears and builds up, it is eliminated with an “expulsion” of some sort. If, for some reason, this “expulsion” does not happen, the disharmony keeps building up and slowly poisons the whole system in which it was manifested. In my experience with human groups (which, I admit, is very limited and small compared to other people’s; but, then again, this whole thing is only my opinion), the very same thing happens in a general context.
I have seen groups of people in which tensions start building up: often they are discharged slowly throughout time with “mini-eruptions”, we might say, and everything stays relatively balanced, at least for a time. However, there comes a time sometimes in which these “tensions” or disharmonies just keep building up inside the group, and we come to the same old situation: there is either an eruption, or the “blood stream” gets poisonous. In the first case, this “eruption” expulses most of the “poison” from the group’s “blood stream” in a very short time. In the second case, the expulsion of disharmonies comes very painfully and over a long period of time, and is not complete.
Looking around, it seems to me like the world is nearing boiling point, and I do honestly believe that World War Three would be a very much better alternative to Cold War Two: the explosion, vs the poisoned blood stream. People who know me, know that I do not say this because I want to see a war. I let people win in “body matches” in soccer because I don’t want to hurt them, I do not eat meat because I wouldn’t kill an animal, I do not kill the mosquitos who come for my blood, only blow them away. However, I do believe that an explosion is very much preferable to poison in the “blood of the world”, so as to let the “humanity system” clean itsself up, at least in part.
My opinion might or may not be shared by others, but no one can deny that tensions are high and that they are likely to bring something to the world: something not good.
And so we come back to the answer of the question I posed before. I do not think that being a scientist would help much in the immediate future, because in the immediate future I think there will be need of men to rebuild the world. Actual doers is what humanity needs (and mostly, will need, in my opinion; it is easier to build from zero than to remodel something already there) to help itself back up “from its ashes”, and little matters what career they chose to study.
In the end, real reforms, real changes, have come out of people, not of scientific discoveries, books, or whatever else. Moreover, it usually starts with a small amount of energetic people who do instead of only talking about doing. This is why it was for me so easy to give up a potentially big career on physics, even though I love it.
Now we are in a time and, most of all, we are coming to a time, where energy is needed to set things right, and each grain of sand counts and can make a difference. I have decided to give mine.
Joy to you!
Nací Celeste
The title translates to “I was born skyblue” What can I say? My brother was watching soccer videos and he found this song, so I thought I would post it here, given that I don’t have time to post about anything else today. Lyrics in Spanish and their translation to English after the video.
Lyrics:
En este lugar, el cielo
Juega al fútbol en la tierra.
Y yo lo puedo tocar
En cada camiseta.
Y a quién le voy a pedir
Que me regale ese amor?
Si me manda el corazón
Y el nació grande y celeste!
Yo sé muy bien quien soy,
Me conocés y estoy siempre!
Yo soy el mismo que vos
Cuando grito soy celeste!
Anoche ti ví en un sueño
De esos con ojos abiertos.
Te juro celeste que iba
Con otra gloria en el pecho.
No te pido un imposible,
Lo diste y lo vas a dar.
No te pido un imposible,
Dámelo una vez más.
Yo sé muy bien quien soy,
Me conocés y estoy siempre!
Yo soy el mismo que vos
Cuando grito soy celeste!
Yo sé muy bien quien soy,
Me conocés y estoy siempre!
Yo soy el mismo que vos
Cuando grito soy celeste!
English translation:
In this place, heaven
Plays soccer on earth.
And I can touch it
On every jersey.
And I need ask no one
To give me this love,
Because it’s the heart that directs me
And it was born big and skyblue!
I know very well who I am,
You know me and I’m always there!
I am the same as you are
When I shout “I am skyblue!”
Last night I saw you in a dream
Of those with open eyes.
Skyblue thought it would go
With another glory in its chest.
I’m not asking you an impossible,
You gave it and you’re gonna give it.
I’m not asking you an impossible,
Give it to me once more.
I know very well who I am,
You know me and I’m always there!
I am the same as you are
When I shout “I am skyblue!”
I know very well who I am,
You know me and I’m always there!
I am the same as you are
When I shout “I am skyblue!”
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As an explanatory addition, the Uruguay soccer team is commonly refered to as “la Celeste” (“the Skyblue”), and one of the chants of Uruguayan soccer fans is “soy Celeste” (“I am Skyblue”).
Joy to you!