It’s been three months since I’ve been in Mexico, nevertheless, today is a good day for writing about my family. For those of you who are not Mexican, or don’t know any Mexican, let me tell you that for us, our family consists of mother and father, sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles (including the in-laws), grandparents, and sometimes even good family friends are considered family, that is the case of my cousin Mario, with him I don’t share any close DNA-tracks, but still, he is my cousin.
I made a filckr album; there you will see Allison, my brother’s wonderful girlfriend. She is from Hawaii; they met in Chile and have lived together in two different Mexican cities and also in Innsbruck. Allison is the first girl in the photo album (showing us her christmas present: a bracelet).
Among those pics, you will also see Víctor. He is my sister’s husband. According to her, he is the most wonderful man on earth; my sister is incredible intelligent, so if she says that it is true. You can recognise him because he is the guy reading the label of a red wine bottle.
You will see also pics from my cousins and their partners. The children are from my cousins Liliana and Larisa, their last names are “Aragón Castro”, I am a “Germes Castro”, our second last name reveals that our mothers are sisters.
There is a wonderful picture of my mother and Anna, Anna is for me (together wit Luisa) the most beautiful child in the world.
There is one weird picture you may ask yourself “What the hell?” when you see it. It is Albino and me holding firecrackers with our mouths. Albino is for me the funniest Spaniard (together with Javier Cámara, but he is an actor). Albino is the proud husband of my cousin and childhood-sidekick Karla.
The last picture is of the two people I love the most in this planet (not counting my mom). They are Tita, my wonderful sister, and Tomás, my funny brother.
I hope you like the pics and thank you for reading this personal message to my beloved family…if you are one of the people in the photos let me tell you that I miss you.
And if you click here, you can see the album
domingo, 27 de marzo de 2011
viernes, 18 de marzo de 2011
I am sexier than Rick Asley
The oldest memory I have of being bullied at school was related to my skin and hair.
I think I was around 9 or 10 years old when my school "friends" formed a circle around me and started singing "f*cking freckle-face penguin", they only stop doing that after I burst into tears. There is another sad story, my mom told me that once I came back home crying from kindergarten because children found my freckles bizarre and then I told my mom "Mother, they laugh at my freckles, and I am full of them".
During my late childhood, I was given nicknames such as tortilla, carrot, and the non plus ultra "f*cking freckle-face penguin" (putos cerdos!). But when I was 17 or so, my hair started getting darker and darker, and by the time I reached the age of 24, my head hair was completely black.
On Tuesday, I called Carol and she told me that at school (she is currently studying art-restoration) she had a course on Christian painting, and there she learned that Judas (the informant among jesus' buddies) is commonly represented as a ginger. Now I finally understand why Cartman from South Park thinks red-haired people have no soul: Jews in general, and not only Judas, as well as "enemies of the church" are commonly portrayed as gingers in Christian art. In addition to that, during the Spanish inquisition, gingers were stigmatized as Jews.
During my Wikipedia research, I also learned that red is the rarest hair colour in the world (1% to 2% of the world's population); but the most striking data I got is that gingers are more sensitive to thermal pain. This may explain why I love shadows during summer and why I hate temperatures over 28°C. My sister, who is also a ginger, also dislikes hot weather. My brother loves the summer, but although he also had red hair, his skin is dark and he has no freckles.
I'll go back to this blog entry's title: Carol told me on the phone that ginger men are everything but sex-symbols, and that is the reason why there are no ginger actors. After laughing at me for a while, she tried to console me by saying that she only knows two red-haired men: Rick Asley and me, and eventhough she is not attracted to gingers, she was my girlfriend for over two years. Sweet, that automatically makes me sexier than Rick Asley.
If you are wondering how Rick Asley looks like, use this link
I think I was around 9 or 10 years old when my school "friends" formed a circle around me and started singing "f*cking freckle-face penguin", they only stop doing that after I burst into tears. There is another sad story, my mom told me that once I came back home crying from kindergarten because children found my freckles bizarre and then I told my mom "Mother, they laugh at my freckles, and I am full of them".
During my late childhood, I was given nicknames such as tortilla, carrot, and the non plus ultra "f*cking freckle-face penguin" (putos cerdos!). But when I was 17 or so, my hair started getting darker and darker, and by the time I reached the age of 24, my head hair was completely black.
On Tuesday, I called Carol and she told me that at school (she is currently studying art-restoration) she had a course on Christian painting, and there she learned that Judas (the informant among jesus' buddies) is commonly represented as a ginger. Now I finally understand why Cartman from South Park thinks red-haired people have no soul: Jews in general, and not only Judas, as well as "enemies of the church" are commonly portrayed as gingers in Christian art. In addition to that, during the Spanish inquisition, gingers were stigmatized as Jews.
During my Wikipedia research, I also learned that red is the rarest hair colour in the world (1% to 2% of the world's population); but the most striking data I got is that gingers are more sensitive to thermal pain. This may explain why I love shadows during summer and why I hate temperatures over 28°C. My sister, who is also a ginger, also dislikes hot weather. My brother loves the summer, but although he also had red hair, his skin is dark and he has no freckles.
I'll go back to this blog entry's title: Carol told me on the phone that ginger men are everything but sex-symbols, and that is the reason why there are no ginger actors. After laughing at me for a while, she tried to console me by saying that she only knows two red-haired men: Rick Asley and me, and eventhough she is not attracted to gingers, she was my girlfriend for over two years. Sweet, that automatically makes me sexier than Rick Asley.
If you are wondering how Rick Asley looks like, use this link
martes, 8 de marzo de 2011
My pros are my cons OR I am a post-modern pragmatic emo?
At the end of 2004, weeks before finishing University, I found myself spreading CV's all around Europe. Back then, my mother told me that she could support me financially for only four months after my final exam. My graduation was on December 2004, so I had only until April 2005 to find a job, otherwise, I would have to return to Chihuahua (back then Chihuahua was one of the safest, better organised and tidiest cities in Mexico).
It was hell. I sent around 30 CVs per post and more than 50 via e-mail. Only three firms showed interest, but that interest turned up into only two job interviews.
When preparing for the first job interview of my life, I sat with Hannes and Gimm (both my flatmates back then) and discussed about the possible answers I could give to possible questions.
One of the questions that Hannes and Gimm asked me in that interview-simulation was actually the mother of all job-interview questions: "What are your pros and what are your cons?" Looking into Gimm and Hannes faces, I replied without hesitating: "that is an easy one, my only pro is at the same time, my only con, and that is my cool hair".
There was some true in my answer, when I had long hair (1999-2003) I really loved my hair, the only problem is that long hair look terribly bad on me (see the profile pic). There is something else regarding my hair: I was very ofter late at dinner or parties because it took me hours to style my hair...even though I had already short hair.
Now, I am 32 and I confront a different problem. Whenever I am interested in a girl and I tell her about my feelings, there are only two possible reactions from her side: She finds me funny and stays, or she walks away from me very, very fast.
…but, if fortune is on my side, and the girl stays, she will probably like me sooner or later because some qualities I have (my pros); however, if I later ask this girl if she’s interested is starting a relationship with me, the one and only question I get is “no, because you…bla bla bla”, and that “bla bla bla” matches perfectly the list of my pros.
If one sees this situation in a positive way one could say “My defects attract girls”, but I am far away from being a positive guy, I am a post-modern pragmatic emo, so I can only say “My qualities expel girls”.
It was hell. I sent around 30 CVs per post and more than 50 via e-mail. Only three firms showed interest, but that interest turned up into only two job interviews.
When preparing for the first job interview of my life, I sat with Hannes and Gimm (both my flatmates back then) and discussed about the possible answers I could give to possible questions.
One of the questions that Hannes and Gimm asked me in that interview-simulation was actually the mother of all job-interview questions: "What are your pros and what are your cons?" Looking into Gimm and Hannes faces, I replied without hesitating: "that is an easy one, my only pro is at the same time, my only con, and that is my cool hair".
There was some true in my answer, when I had long hair (1999-2003) I really loved my hair, the only problem is that long hair look terribly bad on me (see the profile pic). There is something else regarding my hair: I was very ofter late at dinner or parties because it took me hours to style my hair...even though I had already short hair.
Now, I am 32 and I confront a different problem. Whenever I am interested in a girl and I tell her about my feelings, there are only two possible reactions from her side: She finds me funny and stays, or she walks away from me very, very fast.
…but, if fortune is on my side, and the girl stays, she will probably like me sooner or later because some qualities I have (my pros); however, if I later ask this girl if she’s interested is starting a relationship with me, the one and only question I get is “no, because you…bla bla bla”, and that “bla bla bla” matches perfectly the list of my pros.
If one sees this situation in a positive way one could say “My defects attract girls”, but I am far away from being a positive guy, I am a post-modern pragmatic emo, so I can only say “My qualities expel girls”.
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