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Purple light, in the canyon...

Sometimes I remember the homeland of my childhood, and my friends, Rick, Dean, John...

Neither exercise junkies nor coach potatoes.

Image from Dr. Klara in wikipedia.  Two girls hiking in sham valley, Leh-Ladakh, India.  Creative CommonsAttribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license
Many people eat and drink in an excessive way over the NY period, and feel guilty about it. Because of this bad feeling, they get a gym membership in January. In February, most people lose motivation and hardly visit the gym. This desertion keeps going on during the next months, and then peopl start to feel guilty again, because they are paying every month for a service they don't use.
However, they are not going to cancel their membership because they wouldn't be able to stand the sense of defeat that this surrender would mean.
So gyms exploit this sequence of obsesive and neurotic guilth's feelings and earn a very interesting amount of money.
In fact, there are three kinds of people if we think about the human relation with fitness.
Coach Potatoes: those are the people who hate practicing sport and who dream of sinking in a …

"Minyons de Terrassa" reach the Sky!!!

Never, no gang of Human Towers Builders had been able to raise the Human Castle called «4 de 10» (Ten flats high, and four persons in every flat). This morning, the «Minyons de Terrassa», one of the best gangs of Catalonia, have achieved this victory. Joy has exploded in the «Plaça Vella» of Terrassa. The «Old Square» of Terrassa, where this group of young and old men, and women, and children, and grandfathers, and grandmothers, of Terrassa... have reached their goal.
Day after day, this gang usually assay a series of difficult and elaborate Human Towers, a symbol of the power of a People when it works in a coordinated way.

We lack a sweet view of his mind.

I'll never fear what my skin wants,
enjoying the air, the sun, and burning
the chains that a blind power has settled
to take me slowly towards the very death.

I'll never fear the soft sweet water,
inside the blue core of the sea,
away and free, like a big whale,
my recipe tastes very well.

My love resides where my mind is,
my mind was made from dust of stars.
A lover molded this wet powder,
and shaped simple lights of gold.

My God once thought my naked meat,
there's no use hiding his great design.
If we lost that that god devised,
we lack a sweet view of his mind.

A different educational activity to stimulate the creativity

I'm going to talk about a pedagogic experience I enjoyed at the end of the last term.
Here, in Catalonia, every year, during a week, we do what the system calls «Credit de síntesi» that in english would be translated as «Synthesis work» roughly speaking. This project is developed by the young ones working in little groups  of five or six members. In the second grade of ESO, and specifically in my school, the theme of the "Crèdit de Síntesi" is Africa; Africa studied and analysed from all points of view. Over the past two years, we have dedicated one of the days to attend a play, in the theater, about the world's inequalities and about the famine of some African regions; but this time (I'm talking about last June) the company who usually worked in this project stopped performing this play. And I had to seek another option to fill that day. I have always thought that we must stimulate the creativity of the students, and that we must suggest funny and singular activ…

Making a Thriller

This afternoon we have been enjoying with a cam and the suitable setting. This is and old and neglected orphanage. Forty years ago some teachers mistreated many young boys in this dreary place. Little by little we are learning to make movies.