Eire's blog

I Like Your Thinking

2007-09-09T10:13:00.000+02:00

A teacher asks her class, "If there are five birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?" She calls on little Johnny.

"None, they all fly away with the first gunshot."
The teacher replies, "The correct answer is four, but I like your thinking."

Then Little Johnny says, "I have a question for YOU. There are three women sitting on a bench having ice cream. One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?"

The teacher, blushing a great deal, replies, "Well I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone."

"The correct answer is the one with the wedding ring on... but I like your thinking."

If there is any word you don't understand, check www.thefreedictionary.com!

BY THE END OF THE SUMMER...

2007-08-27T20:33:00.000+02:00

I will be thirty!!!

A new interesting and fascinating decade starts...

and I am not feeling older...

BLAME IT ON...

2007-06-02T19:20:00.001+02:00

... and then we say that people don't know anything about Catalonia! :-P

I think it's amazing that Matt Groening, famous for The Simpsons, drew this painting in reference to Dalí in one of the episodes. The problem is that I don't know which one.

Anyway, I find The Simpsons an extremely refreshing animated sitcom. Each chapter is twenty minutes long, time enough for enjoying their satires

By the way, did you know how the Simpson family first appeared on TV? Just look at the picture below...

VULL UNA INDEMNITZACIÓ

2007-05-19T01:40:00.000+02:00

Acabo de llegir una notícia sobre uns veïns indemnitzats per l'amo d'un bar que causava soroll per les nits. Que m'expliquin que haig de fer, sius plau! Estic patint el mateix... malauradament. Lo trist és que vull fer alguna cosa, però no ho sé exactament. Alguns veïns estan interessats, d'altres sembla que passin completament. I jo ara tinc altres prioritats en què dedicar el meu temps lliure: aprovar unes oposicions.

Idees? Pancartes? Mobilitzacions? Reunions amb d'altres comunitats de veïns amb el mateix problema? Un blog per penjar fotos i comentaris, des del qual ens puguin donar suport? O... SIMPLEMENT VENC EL PIS?

HISTORIA D'UN CUC: Origen del logo de TGNA

2007-05-05T15:16:00.000+02:00

I'm LOST

2007-05-02T21:34:00.000+02:00

I can't understand why I am so addicted to LOST... Is it because of the actors? Is it because of the plot? the island? the endless mysteries? Jack? Sawyer?

I don't know, but I can't wait to see next episode.

I'll give you some blogs where you can read about this series. Have fun!

http://www.adictosalost.blogspot.com/

http://perdidosporlost.blogspot.com/

http://isloteperdidos.blogspot.com/

http://lostph.blogspot.com/

P.S. I need to keep updating my blog, but it seems that I don't find the time...

Bouncy Balls

2007-01-11T11:16:00.000+01:00

Interesting? I found it on the net and I thought of showing it in my blog. It's worth watching! Enjoy it!

SITEGRAPH

2007-01-04T20:29:00.000+01:00

What an interesting thing! Quite useless, but... nice.

So if you write a website address, you get the picture of it in a graph, which seems to represent in different colours the tags, images, tables... included in the webpage.

This is the graph of my blog:

And... what do the colours mean?

blue: for links (the A tag)
red: for tables (TABLE, TR and TD tags)
green: for the DIV tag
violet: for images (the IMG tag)
yellow: for forms (FORM, INPUT, TEXTAREA, SELECT and OPTION tags)
orange: for linebreaks and blockquotes (BR, P, and BLOCKQUOTE tags)
black: the HTML tag, the root node
grey: all other tags

In case you want your sitegraph, visit: http://www.aharef.info/static/htmlgraph/

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

2006-12-28T15:50:00.000+01:00

He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.

He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger.

Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you". Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.

That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today, I sent you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on ... Let this light shine.Don't delete it. Please pass this on to a friend.

Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.

D'aquí...

2006-11-10T19:04:00.000+01:00

... a aquí...

... en uns mesets!!!

HOW TO DECORATE A SMALL FLAT

2006-09-15T18:10:00.000+02:00

I know, I know... I haven't written for a lot of time. It's a long and sad story... which I'm not going to tell you about. Sorry! I keep it for myself and the people around me... Fortunately, life goes on and now I'll show you my flat and how I'll decorate it.

The first thing to do is buying the furniture (which I have in some part) and then painting the walls.

My living/dining room is of an ash/grey colour. The problem is that I don't know what colour I should paint the walls, taking into account that the room is not very big but there is a lot of light.

I don't know... light green? light orange?

about learning styles

2006-01-03T20:56:00.000+01:00

Quiet? Reserved? Skeptical? Critical? Independent? Stubborn? Loyal? Perceptive? Patient? Responsible? Enthusiastic? Observing? Logical? Realistic? Serious? Friendly? Ingenious? Imaginative? Creative? Realistic? Easy-going? Practical? Warm-hearted? Frank? Decisive? Talkative? Sociable? Popular? Introvert? Shy?...

Or you simply don't know... Visit this website (http://www.oswego.edu/plsi/index.html) and take the PLSI test. You'll end up with a combination of 4 letters and a description of your personality and learning style. It's worth reading it. Do you agree or is it describing a totally different person rather than yourself?

I'm a ESFP, that is, a Portrait of the Performer.

What the hell is that?

Besides being concrete in speech and utilitarian in reaching their goals, the Performer Artisans are informative and expressive in their social interactions. Thus, while Performers are usually extreme in their expressiveness and sociability, observably the most expressive of all the types, they are not comfortable telling others what to do, preferring to offer information rather than to issue orders.

Demonstrating or performing is putting on a show to entertain others, and eSfPs, whether on the job, with friends, or in their families, are the natural performers among the types, people for whom it can truly be said "all the world's a stage." Playful and fun-loving, the eSfPs' primary social interest lies in stimulating those around them, arousing their senses and their pleasureful emotions-charming them, in a sense, to cast off their concerns and "lighten up." Representing about ten per cent of the general population, eSPfs radiate warmth and optimism, and are able to lift others' spirits with their contagious laughter and their irrepressible joy of living.
It is well that ESFPs are plentiful, something over ten per cent of the population, because they bring joy to so many of us. They love the excitement of playing to an audience, and they try to generate a sense of "showtime" wherever they are. ESFPs are not comfortable being alone, and seek the company of others whenever possible -- which they usually find, for they make wonderful playmates. Lively, witty conversationalists, ESFPs always seem to know the latest jokes and stories, and are quick with wisecracks and wordplay -- nothing is so serious or sacred that it can't be made fun of. Performers also like to live in the fast lane of society, and seem up on latest fads of dress, food, drink, and entertainment, the chic new fashion, the "in" nightclub, the "hot" new musical group. Energetic and uninhibited, ESFPs create a mood of "eat, drink, and be merry" wherever they go, and life around them can have a continual party-like atmosphere.
A full description of the Performer Artisan is in Please Understand Me or Please Understand Me II

First time I'm told that I'm a performer! Probably that's the reason of my vocation as a teacher. I consider myself shy and introvert when dealing with unknown people, but in my classes, I'm a kind of a performer. Most of the times I wouldn't do the things I do in class if I thought them carefully.

You see... You can find out new things about yourself any time!

Greetings from...

2005-12-24T15:40:00.000+01:00

¡¡¡ IT'S XMAS TIME !!!

2005-12-14T13:19:00.000+01:00

I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes,
Christmas is all around me,
and so the feeling grows
It's written in the wind,
It's everywhere I go,
So if you really love Christmas,
C'mon and let it snow
You know I love Christmas
I always will
My mind's made up
The way that I feel
There's no beginning
There'll be no end
Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend
You gave your presents to me
And I gave mine to you
I need Santa beside me
In everything I do
You know I love Christmas
I always will
My mind's made up
The way that I feel
There's no beginning
There'll be no end
Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend
Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
C'mon and let it show
C'mon and let it show
So if you really love
C'mon and let it
If you really love me
C'mon and let it
Now if you really love me
C'mon and let it show

[Billy Mack's Christmas is all around (Love Actually Soundtrack)]

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

2005-11-30T11:19:00.000+01:00

I'm in page 618.

The book has 796 pages.

But I couldn't wait to watch the film and last Sunday I went to the cinema. I enjoyed the film a lot maily because (almost) everything was in my mind, very similar to what I had imagined while reading the book. However, I think that the action was going too fast. The thing is that I had the feeling that I could have followed the plot better because I had read the book. But, it would have been much more difficult for my boyfriend, for example, who hadn't read the book. Important events such as the Quidditch World Cup, Harry's loneliness, the relationship between Harry and his godfather (Sirius Black), Hermione's campaign for house-elves, etc. were completely left aside. I know it's difficult to summarize nearly 800 pages into a 2-hour film... but there were unimportant scenes which grew in importance in the film.

I don't know, perhaps, I'm too demmanding. I know books are usually better than films, but...

HARRY POTTER SYNDROME

2005-10-26T12:59:00.000+02:00

Here you have some of the most important signs that you or someone may be suffering from "Harry Potter Syndrome":

1. You mutter Latin words under your breath.

2. You hold your broom and run around the garden trying to fly.

3. At a train station, you try to find the wall between platform nine and ten.

4. You try to turn your brother/sister into a frog.

5. You insult people by calling them "mudbloods" or stupid "muggles".

6. You call your least favourite teacher Snape.

7. You read a Harry Potter book every day.

8. You have weird hair days when your hair is really messy.

9. You buy Harry Potter products, such as shampoo or toothpaste.

10. You make a magic wand and add it to your collection of Harry Potter stuff.

11. You call your girlfriend Hermione when her real name is Betsy.

12. You start to wear a robe.

13. You talk with a posh British accent.

14. You walk around your house all day under a blanket or a cloak, claiming that nobody can see you.

15. You read the entire Harry Potter series backwards.

16. There is a burst of smoke every time you enter the room.

17. You are convinced you can turn lead into gold.

18. You spend a lot of time alone in your room playing with your magic wand.

In my case, sign 7 is true! Since last summer, I've been reading all Harry Potter's books. Now I've just started the fourth one: "The Goblet of fire", which we will be able to see in cinemas next December! I'll try to finish the book first, but there're nearly 800 pages awaiting!

I like owls, and you?

2005-10-10T21:35:00.000+02:00

Perhaps by influence of my summer readings (I'm reading all Harry Potter's books), I find some interest in owls. Throughout history, they have been present in many cultures and therefore they've symbolized many different things: dread, knowledge, wisdom, death... From North American Cherokees to Russia, going through Mexico and Australia, owls have played diverse and fascinating roles in myths and legends.

I hope you'll like reading some of them:

Australia: Aborigines believe bats represent the souls of men and Owls the souls of women. Owls are therefore sacred, because your sister is an Owl - and the Owl is your sister.

Celtic: the Owl was a sign of the underworld.

Ireland: An Owl that enters the house must be killed at once, for if it flies away it will take the luck of the house with it.

Malaya: Owls eat new-born babies.

Samoa: the people are descended from an Owl.

Shetland Isles: a cow will give bloody milk if scared by an Owl.

Siberia: the Owl is a helpful spirit.

Sumeria: The goddess of death, Lilith, was attended by Owls.

Transylvania: farmers used to scare away Owls by walking round their fields naked.

Wales: an Owl heard among houses means an unmarried girl has lost her virginity.If a woman is pregnant and she alone hears an owl hoot outside her house at night then her child will be blessed.

¿Top 10 videoclips in history?

2005-09-30T13:30:00.000+02:00

What do you think? Would you agree with this list? Would you add any other videoclip? Share your choices, please! I would add Coldplay's The Scientist.

1. Michael Jackson - Thriller
2. Madonna - Vogue
3. Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
4. Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer
5. Run DMC w/ Aerosmith - Walk This Way
6. Guns N’ Roses - Sweet Child O’ Mine
7. Beastie Boys - Sabotage
8. Robert Palmer - Addicted To Love
9. 2Pac/Dr. Dre - California Love
10. Madonna - Express Yourself

If you want to go on with the top 100, visit the following link: http://www.ociototal.com/recopila2/r_musica/100videoclips-e.html

At last, ICANN says...

2005-09-16T17:39:00.000+02:00

".CAT is proposed for the Catalan linguistic and cultural community"

Main reasons given by puntCAT:

"Catalan is the 19th and 23rd language in terms of online use" (...)

"Catalan is not a marginal language offline either. Taking a single statistic, the number of books published in 2002, Catalan totals 8183, compared to roughly 7000 in Finland, 6000 in Greece of 9000 in Hungary" (...)

"You certainly know painters such as Salvador Dalí, Joan Miró or Antoni Tàpies, musicians like Pau Casals, Montserrat Caballé or Josep Carreras, architects like Antoni Gaudí, Josep Puig i Cadafalch or Ricardo Bofill. We stop here ;-)" (...)

"Google or Yahoo cannot (yet!) use a google.cat or yahoo.cat for their (existing) Catalan-language versions" (...)

"The final question would certainly be: .cat? Meow!! Yes ;-) But then .net means“clean” in Catalan, and .nu, “naked”. And this can be expanded to exhaustion. Some names are nicer in different parts of the world. That’s a fact, not a bug.

puntCAT comes here, with huge support from its community, with a solid proposal, a viable registry and lots of innovative ideas. Give .cat a chance!"

For a complete reading, visit: http://www.icann.org/tlds/stld-apps-19mar04/cat.htm

Today is a great day for Catalonia! Congratulations to all those who have made it possible!

Rain, rain and more rain!

2005-09-07T12:24:00.000+02:00

Please post your comments!

I'll be very happy to read anything (good or bad) from you.

Thanks in advance.

August is nearly ending and there are many things to do

2005-08-30T15:40:00.000+02:00

There are many things to say after coming back from holidays. However, I'll only say one for the time being: The most shameful thing I've seen for a lot of time. Canfranc's international train station. Visit http://www.canfranc.com/salvalaestacion.phtml and please send a message to the government. It is really a shame!!! I count on you. Thanks!

THEY ARE ABOUT TO START

2005-08-18T13:08:00.000+02:00

The western Pyrynees. A river. A bungalow. A small village of 39 inhabitants. My boyfriend. Two friends. A car. Some food and drink. A digital camera with a 512 Mb memory card. A swimming pool. Horses. A deck of cards. 7 days and 6 nights. Quietness and relax. A lot of fuel. Mugs. Sun. A medieval village. Pure nature. Crystal water. Fresh air. Large fields. Huge trees. Some rain. Information leaflets. Cows. A table game. A bar. 27 square metres. No television. MP3 music. A notebook and four pens. A mobile phone. An infinite number of stars. More than thirty thousand seconds of travelling by car. Blue sky. Five senses. A taste of local food. A good amount of chocolate biscuits. Some children. A ball. Cold weather. Some clouds. Green grass. A small shop. Many miles to walk. Many things to do. A great time to enjoy.

Looking for people able to do anything for a perfect world

2005-08-08T13:15:00.000+02:00

In our conversations, we often talk about ways of improving our world, but how is it that only happens in our minds? Hard times are coming, you know... We no longer can travel without worrying about terrorism. There is no freedom at all! Fortunately, I believe there is still hope! A better world is in our hands (if it is in our minds, of course!).

Second homage to London

2005-07-25T14:25:00.000+02:00

You-know-who appear to go on with their attempts to transform London into a city of chaos. They want people to feel their power, but they haven't got any. Muslim people who don't accept violence should do something. They are the only ones to change the situation. If you-know-who is not accepted in the Muslim world, they're going to be ALONE!!! And that would be their worst nightmare, don't you think?

A homage to London

2005-07-12T11:25:00.000+02:00

I hope you like this picture of London. We took it last year on our "short" trip to London. I can't understand how certain people can play themselves God and steal the most precious thing human beings have: LIFE!