Cuando uno tiene un fin de semana muy largo, pocas cosas que hacer y pocas ganas de pensar, se pone a buscar tonterías como su nombre en Google; cabe mencionar que de mi nombre completo no salió nada interesante. Pero pude aprender cosas que no sabía de mi nombre de pila.
L A U R A
Proviene del latín laurus (laurel), por metonimia significa "victoriosa" ya que en la Antigua Grecia a la gente honorablemente victoriosa se la coronaba con una corona de laureles, tal tradición fue proseguida por los romanos quienes llamaron laurea a la corona de laureles.
Es el nombre de la mujer celebrada en sus versos por el poeta medieval italiano Petrarca. Ha habido prolongadas discusiones sobre la verdadera identidad de este personaje. La identificación más generalizada se corresponde a la dama Laura de Noves, aunque otros se inclinan por Laura de Sabrán, Laura de Chibau o Laura Colonna, todas contemporáneas del poeta. Otros autores consideran que el personaje de Laura no corresponde a nadie en particular, sino que es simplemente una idealización de la mujer. También cabría la posibilidad de que Petrarca haya cantado en sus versos a una mujer de nombre distinto y que Laura fuese un nombre poético de artificio que ocultase su verdadera identidad. O quizá no se estaba refiriendo a una dama en concreto, realmente existente. En puridad, no tiene tanta importancia esa identificación, pues Laura es, ante todo, un personaje literario.
Laura es también el título de la película más famosa de Otto Preminger.
Laura Ingalls era también el nombre de una de las protagonistas de La Familia Ingalls / La casa de la pradera, teleserie de tan grande influencia en España que durante los años en que se emitió, se multiplicó el número de bebés que se llamaron Laura en honor al personaje.
Laura es también el nombre de un planeta menor del cinturón de asteroides.
Es también el nombre de una pintura de Giorgione.
Es también el título de una canción de Billy Joel.
Es también el nombre de un automóvil deportivo ruso.
Es también el nombre de una banda de rock australiana.
Es también el nombre que recibe un demonio.
"Laura se te ve la tanga" es también el título de una canción de Damas Gratis. :P
Aunque lo común de mi nombre permite que haya un montón de canciones mencionandolo, ninguna me hizo reir como esta:
Jaja...no sé si es en serio o no, pero si lo es, me la curo aún más :P
Por cierto, este videillo me recordó el otro día que pase por un capítulo de "Las Tontas No Van Al Cielo" y me tocó ver tooooooda una lección de educación sexual en un sólo segmento ¬¬...me da risa cuando en las telenovelas quieren dar "mensajes positivos" a la comunidad :D. Aunque a lo mejor debería darme tristeza que sean el medio más efectivo de hacer llegar un mensaje ¬¬.
Eeeeeeeen fin, 'toy divagando.
Later alligators.
domingo, marzo 23, 2008
Laura
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lunes, marzo 17, 2008
O'Happy St. Patrick's
domingo, marzo 09, 2008
I'm alive
I got my test results, and not only I passed, but I passed "with honors"...or something like that.
I should be jumping of happiness, and I did...when I found out I was histerical.
But later, I started thinking again all of those things that had troubled my mind way before I finished school.
When I chose my career I did it based on the things that I could do right with no trouble, and that also I actually enjoyed doing. But to tell you the truth, I never quite decided that this was going to be ME for the rest of my life.
Don't get me wrong, I like what I do, I love what I learned and what I'm still about to learn on my career. But I hate one thing: people's expectations.
Long before I graduated I always doubted whether or not I would succeed in this area, and even now I'm still not sure.
The awful thing is that now people see me one way, and they expect me to be THAT way and THAT way only.
I mean, to them I am an accountant now and will be for life.
To me is simple: I study something because I love to learn; I love what I learned, but that doesn't make me who I am.
Now that I've finished this period of my life I can only wonder: now what?
It sucks to think that I will not be able to do whatever I please, without my family or someone saying: "what? you spend all those years in school to end up like this?"
There are so many things I haven't done yet and that I might like to. Like being a waitress, for instance, or just a clerk in a godforsaken store...just for the hell of it.
But to society, so used to look down on things, I'd be just "that account that ended up as a waitress".
I remember that a while ago I told my mom that one day I would like to live in some town in Tuscany, just to see what it's like there. It wouldn't matter if I couldn't practice there, I wouldn't mind to be poor and just live by the day. Well you can imagine what she said if you know my mother, and if you don't, well let's just say she didn't like the idea.
I don't know if I'm explaining it right, or if I'm just sounding like a lazy girl that can't commit to something...but I know I'm not; all I'm trying to say is that I'm alive, and the great thing about being alive is the endless possibilities that there are.
I've been listening to Eddie Vedder's songs of the "Into the wild" soundtrack.
They just got to me in the precise moment I guess.
I should be jumping of happiness, and I did...when I found out I was histerical.
But later, I started thinking again all of those things that had troubled my mind way before I finished school.
When I chose my career I did it based on the things that I could do right with no trouble, and that also I actually enjoyed doing. But to tell you the truth, I never quite decided that this was going to be ME for the rest of my life.
Don't get me wrong, I like what I do, I love what I learned and what I'm still about to learn on my career. But I hate one thing: people's expectations.
Long before I graduated I always doubted whether or not I would succeed in this area, and even now I'm still not sure.
The awful thing is that now people see me one way, and they expect me to be THAT way and THAT way only.
I mean, to them I am an accountant now and will be for life.
To me is simple: I study something because I love to learn; I love what I learned, but that doesn't make me who I am.
Now that I've finished this period of my life I can only wonder: now what?
It sucks to think that I will not be able to do whatever I please, without my family or someone saying: "what? you spend all those years in school to end up like this?"
There are so many things I haven't done yet and that I might like to. Like being a waitress, for instance, or just a clerk in a godforsaken store...just for the hell of it.
But to society, so used to look down on things, I'd be just "that account that ended up as a waitress".
I remember that a while ago I told my mom that one day I would like to live in some town in Tuscany, just to see what it's like there. It wouldn't matter if I couldn't practice there, I wouldn't mind to be poor and just live by the day. Well you can imagine what she said if you know my mother, and if you don't, well let's just say she didn't like the idea.
I don't know if I'm explaining it right, or if I'm just sounding like a lazy girl that can't commit to something...but I know I'm not; all I'm trying to say is that I'm alive, and the great thing about being alive is the endless possibilities that there are.
I've been listening to Eddie Vedder's songs of the "Into the wild" soundtrack.
They just got to me in the precise moment I guess.
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Confesiones de una desadaptada,
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