Seasons of Love...

I came across the song SEASONS OF LOVE from the musical RENT. Amazing combination of voices and a great message to melt away a little bit the materialism in which we are all immerse these days...

Suggestion: Download the song, turn up the volume and play it. Enjoy!

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.
Seasons of love.

525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.
Rememberthe love! Remember the love! Remember the love!
Measure in love. Seasons of love!

Seasons of love.

Why does one BLOG?

- I blog
- What?
- I BLOG!
- What’s that?.
And there you go on and on explaining:
- it’s like a journal on line in where you share information and…

I simply blog. I got hooked up back in 2004; as you can see by the archives on this page.

Why do I blog?. Interesting conversation today with the very only Mr Leonard and Ballerman (these days a.k.a. loverboy)

It kept me thinking, there are 1000 reasons why people blog. You can go on for ages trying to find out, but I think the main ones usually are:
* HUMAN NATURE: you want to leave a legacy; you want to share your life with others; you want to make a mini change; you want your life not to pass by unnoticed.
* NETWORKING: by exchanging stories and ideas you generate more business opportunities for you and others.
* FRIENDSHIP: it is a cool way of meeting people on line and sort them by different interests; there is a certain camaraderie that is extra-appealing as well
* FRUSTRATED WRITERS / CREATIVE OUTLET: an amateur approach to writing daily stuff and having a captive audience to please/piss off. If you do not have much creativity in your daily work, this might be an elegant exit to the monotony of your professional life
* BELONGING: you are part of something, in this case an on line community that is shaping the way we interact and exchange information in this new millennium.
* FUN: it is fun! Great past time.

Bottom line: It's a free & easy publishing/learning system which creates new networking opportunities and uniquely impacts the new culture in which we live. We are making it happen. ABC News called bloggers the People of the Year.

On that note, I choose NOMADLIFE (through BLOGGER): it is stable; bloggers here share some common threads and interests; it is a cool interesting way of learning about different cultures FROM people from different cultures. It is a VERY ORGANIC culturally sensitive netork and I like that.

Why else? DUNNO. And as a matter of facts, does it matter? I blog. I simply blog.

Why do YOU blog?

The art of coming back…again and again.

I really do not know what BACK means to me. Sad, but I do not know. Is it Argentina, is it Canada, is it Singapore, is it myself? I have been doing this “coming back” thing for a while now and I do not know what to expect this time.

My month in Argentina was great, I will not bore you, my dearest audience with sappy comments and long stories. I’d rather share some daily stories and drop some questions for self reflection: Family, friends, acquaintances, work, relationships, shopping, cultural interaction & miscellaneous will be the categories. I am sure you have experienced some of them and I expect you find them interesting and inspire you to also share your views. Today I will start with FAMILY: immediate family.

Family comes first



Thanks to my upbringing I have always been VERY independent. TOO independent for some people’s taste. (And I care… why?) From leaving home for swimming competitions at the age of 6, to Boy Scout camping tips, to traveling alone visiting relatives, etc. When I embarked myself into this Singapore chapter of my life I did not know I was gonna spend 2 ½ years overseas without seeing my family. And one wonders “so what?”

Now, I tell you WHAT. In this trip I did many extremely nice things: I visited my long life friends; I witnessed one of the most spectacular landscapes on Earth (Iguazu Waterfalls); I shopped till I dropped (and you all can imagine how nice that is for me); I shared love and friendship with a very special person to me; I saw my best friend becoming a dad for the second time; I saw two friends getting married; I saw other friends moving into a new wonderful home and building up their family even more, etc. Yet, the simple fact of seeing my sister and dad again was the highlight of this whole trip.

I had almost forgotten what it felt like being “the kid of the house”. I have not lived with them since I am 18. It’s been 14 years so far. However, the “kid of the house” feeling was back. Oh boy, was it ever back!. And it felt nice, very nice. Strangely enough, I do not consciously miss people. I don’t. It might be a self defense mechanism of a nomad dude like me so as not to suffer with each departure. Nevertheless, this time, this mechanism is sort of failing on me. I feel odd about this specific departure. Time will tell what it means. So far I can say one thing; I believe this whole royal family treatment is a sweet and deadly poison for nomad people like many of us. And it is alluring, and it is intoxicating, and you buy into it even though you clearly know it will end within days. But, like the singing of the mermaids to the pirates, it is something you cannot avoid falling for.

Dad and sister

And you see your little sister (because that is what she will always be for me, ok?) becoming a gorgeous young lady, resembling our mom as she has ever resembled her; moving onto work projects and life projects; talking with a maturity I still wonder where it comes from; loving, and caring, and smiling. Oh my… I could talk for hours about her. I will simply say I am very proud of her. (Portate bien!)



And you see your dad, working hard, keeping this ever lasting smile in his face, contagious and sparkling as usual, spreading joy all around. Reading the paper, smoking a cigarette (although I am not too happy about it) or simply taking a nap. Much more expressive and truly happy of having his two kids with him for the longest time… just for him, again. It felt nice!


And then he puts on his ASADO HAT and prepares a BBQ for us, still smiling; anticipating how it is going to be sitting at the table with us again, together, like in the good old times. And it is the best BBQ you could ever have, because it tastes like FAMILY. It tastes like LOVE. Pure love...



Gracias Papa y Cecilia por los dias que pasamos juntos. Los quiero mucho!

(more to come)