Lazy Bastard,

El paseo marítimo de Palma que veo cada día desde la bici

No quiero disculparme por esta terrible sequía de posts que creo se ha convertido en la más larga desde que empecé este blog allá por el 2005.

Imagino que en parte se debe a mi carácter algo caprichoso :P

Tengo tantas cosas en mente a la vez que mi pobre blog no ha podido hacer otra cosa que caerse de la lista de prioridades. No por ello se me ha quitado de la cabeza, no. Me llama y me grita casi cada día haciéndome sentir culpable por darle vida y abandonarle a su suerte. Como si de un padre irresponsable se tratase.

Tampoco significa que no me hayan sucedido cosas, sí es verdad que comparado con un año de viaje, la vida “normal” puede parecer rutinaria y carente de emociones, pero no es verdad, y la mía no es una excepción. He de decir que estoy pasando muy buenos ratos en Palma, haciendo muchas cosas. He hecho Yoga, intentado escalar, he navegado en regatas en un velero tipo clásico de unos 19 metros, he ido a la playita, patinado al lado del mar, he probado casi todos los manjares que la isla tiene que ofrecer, he leído montones de libros y comics interesantes que me han dado ideas o han cambiado mi forma de ver ciertas cosas (todos lo hacen en mayor o menor medida, ¿no?), pero lo más interesante es, como siempre, la gente que he tenido la suerte de conocer. Tanto dentro como fuera del trabajo.

Navegando, y no por La Red...

Siempre he pensado que en la vida te vas cruzando con maestros y maestras y que pueden presentarse en la persona que menos te esperas. Es gracias a esos maestros que vas haciéndote a ti mismo adoptando o predicando las cosas que más te han gustado de su carácter.

Mi revuelta mesa de trabajo ñ_ñ

Puede que la razón por la que deje de escribir durante temporadas sea otra que ignoro, pero puede que parte de la culpa la tenga el hecho de que mi cabeza está plagada de planes y proyectos que quiero llevar a cabo. No los voy a enumerar aquí porque no es el momento, pero estar están y son muchos y variados. En no mucho tiempo recibiréis noticias sobre estos planes y proyectos…

Quiero volver a sentir la liberación que da el escribir, espero poder volver a encauzar esta necesidad pronto y que sea aquí donde plasme todas las chorradas que me vengan a la mente.

Estoy leyendo muchos más blogs que antes y me encantan, iré compartiendo mis links con vosotr@s.

Mi trasero está inquieto y ya se quiere echar a la carretera de nuevo. Me apetece pillar una mochila (lo más pequeña posible) y viajar otra vez. Es una putada ser así, imagino que me costará mucho echar raíces en un sitio en concreto, pero ya lo encontraré.

Bueno, que sepáis que de los distintos planes que tengo para mi futuro inmediato todos son excitantes y geniales.

Stay tuned!

Recomendaciones:

• la peli de Juno, que me sorpredió de manera grata y cuya banda sonora merece atención especial:

• un libro:

El clásico de Ciencia Ficción "El juego de Ender"

• música:

Burning Spear, "Cry Blood Africans"

• unos comics:

del autor Jiro Taniguchi

Linda historia de 3 números sobre un hombre que vuelve a su aldea después de muchos años para asistir al funeral de su padre y descubre que no era tan malo como lo recordaba.

Historias cortas geniales, en el estilo de Taniguchi, muy humanas...

Como dice el título, un hombre que se dedica a caminar y a admirar lo que le rodea, casi sin diálogos.

angst over school choices

Man - who knew I would feel so conflicted over where to send our kids to school?

And - who knew I would be agonizing about it 2 years ahead of the actual start of school? Not me!

The catalyst for all this was that my friend and my brother both have daughters who will be 4 in the fall. They both applied to put their daughters in private preschools in the area and were both told the classes were already full (!) and put on a waiting list.

Actually, I wasn't even really considering private school for our kids, but it got me thinking and I decided to check out the schools, public and private, in our area. I got a dose of reality when I saw the statistics for our local public school: 95% white, 2% black, 2% hispanic, and 1% Asian. Hmmmm. Of course, the private schools are also 95% white, so if we have any more hope of greater diversity, we will either have to move or hope to get in to a school closer to the city. There is a school with nearly 20% Asian kids (the highest it gets in Utah) on my way to work, but rumor has it there are 500 applicants for about 6 spots at that school every year. (It's public, so preference goes to kids living in that district.)

The other schools with any kind of diversity are mostly filled with Latino students, which is fine, but how much does that really help you if you are Korean? Also, the test scores at these schools are considerably lower than those near us - not the biggest factor, but it seems I have the choice of either good academics (and generally better environments, more extracurricular activities, more parent involvement, higher parent ratings) - or more diversity. It may be impossible to get both.

The other big factor - and the one that pushes me closest to considering a private school - is that many public schools are dominated by one religious majority (LDS). Our kids are already minorities, and they will feel this more and more as they grow up in white-dominant Utah. If they are also in the religious minority - will they feel like TOTAL outsiders?

Ugh. Part of me wishes the world really was "color-blind" - and I think race issues really aren't very big in Utah - but how would I know? I'm in the racial majority and always have been. I do know that if I were the only one of my race in my elementary school class, I would feel it. I don't want to put my kids in that situation.

Happy Easter

We had a really nice Easter. Alex was very happy to see a chocolate bunny in her Easter basket, and Sam got mad about something and threw his Easter basket on the floor, but he recovered quickly. We had Buzzmeovana over for lunch - we tried a new recipe for lamb shish kebabs and it came out good! All in all - a good day and it finally feels like SPRING!

"I promise"

Last night Alex was snuggling on the couch with me and asked if I would sleep in her bed with her. I said I would snuggle for a few minutes, but I can't sleep in her bed all night. She said, "When I was a baby, you slept with me." I've told her about how, when she first arrived home with us, I slept in her room with her because she missed her foster mom. She has been bringing up Korea and her foster mom recently, on her own initiative. I'm amazed at how much she remembers of what we've told her, but I'm not sure how much she really understands.

So, while still snuggling on my lap and right after talking about her foster mom, she looks into my eyes and says something like, "Promise you will never go away, mom. You have to PROMISE." (I don't remember the exact wording and her grammar is a little off...and I don't remember her ever using the word "promise." Wow.) I said, "I promise I will never leave you." And she said, "No, promise you will never go away ALEX." Did she mean "give away Alex"? Was she worried that she will be "given away" again? I told her I will always be her mommy and she will be my girl forever. That seemed to satisfy her.

I've been thinking about this a lot last night and today. It was a poignant moment, a glimmer of her first conscious processing of what had to happen for her to be adopted. :-( I'm sad to think she might be worried that her status as our daughter could ever be in jeopardy. :-( In combination with the comments she made last week, telling us out of the blue that she was "junk" - and now apparently wondering if she could be "thrown away" or "given away" ? I wonder if the adoption explanations we've tried to give have been misinterpreted? I remember reading a study that showed that 3-5 year old Korean children, adopted as infants, were worried that they might be taken away again. These concerns were generally not shared with their parents and in all respects they were well-adjusted, happy kids.

We've always been matter-of-fact about her adoption and have tried to make sure she understands where she began her life and how she came to be our daughter. But - no matter how delicately you couch it - when you tell a child that her first mother could not be a mother to her, and so she was taken to a new family - does she automatically, if unconsciously, conclude that she is somehow not valuable? That it was her fault? I suppose this would be a rational conclusion, and I've seen it expressed by adoptees before. I naively hoped my kids would somehow escape it. I also didn't expect to see these questions or fears quite this early.

I've briefly questioned the wisdom of our telling Alex her adoption story at this tender age. But only briefly. I still believe in my heart that honesty is the best policy, that by telling her the facts (at age appropriate levels) we are enabling her to understand and integrate her past with her present, are allowing her to question us with the expectation of receiving truthful answers, and are creating an environment in which dialogue can occur without an overtone of secrecy or shamefulness. As sad as I am to think she might be fearful or feel not valued, I would be even more sad if she did not feel she could express these things to us.

And so I plan to get my ducks in a row and talk to her again, sometime in the near future, about her adoption story. Her 3rd arrival day anniversary is coming up in May, so we'll probably have another discussion around that time and look at her lifebook pictures. This time, I may be more careful to emphasize that her first mother (and father) could not take care of ANY baby - and that being adopted means she belongs with us forever. I have to anticipate the "Why" questions this time, too - so I pray I can answer in a way that affirms her. Wish me luck!

Alex update

We are having our ups and downs with Alex. I am wondering if the terrible threes will ever end. She can be so charming, cute, and fun one minute, and then the next she turns into a little raging, tantruming tiger cub.

A recent quote I liked: "Mommy, even when you are bad, I still love you." When she gets frustrated with me or Sam she counts (just like we do with her) "That's one," "That's two," etc. Except she can't put us in time out when we get to three. :-) Poor Alex. When she doesn't like something I'm doing I hear a lot of "Mom, you're being BAD. You're NAUGHTY." I have tried to emphasize the fact that SHE is not bad, but sometimes her BEHAVIOR is bad, but in her mind, they are all the same, I'm afraid. I hope she doesn't internalize the notion that she is "BAD" too much, especially since she spends a fair amount of time in the time out chair. I try to counter it with positive cuddle time, rocking chair time, telling her often how great she is, and catching her being good. It is hard to know what is sinking in. Twice in the past week she has talked about being "junk" and getting thrown in the trash. What is this about?! Bryan and I have not the foggiest notion. We don't want to read too much into it, but it seems a pretty strange thing for a 3-year-old to say. We have never even joked about such a concept with her - so where does she get it? Hmmm.

The bedtime and potty battles continue. She really has a hard time accepting the rules and constantly tries to manipulate them. I don't get it - she knows we will make her go to bed every night and we follow a very predictable routine - yet when it's that final moment when we say good night and leave the room, many nights it's another squall with yelling and tears. She will not initiate going to the potty herself, and if we don't provide the motivation she will go only once or maybe twice the whole day. We're trying for 3 times a day - but lucky to make it two. We try to give her many other ways to have control, like allowing her to wear her pajamas everywhere, but it's an uphill battle.

I've heard this gets better when they turn four. On the bright side, she is really learning to play beautifully with Ava and other kids her age.

book of the month - The Raft

I've been listening to an audiobook called "The Raft" by Bill Trumbull, randomly selected from our local library shelves in an opportune moment when I was there to browse without the kids.

It is a true story of 3 Navy men who got lost on a routine mission (scouting for submarines) early in 1942 - just 2 months after Pearl Harbor - and couldn't make it back to their aircraft carrier in the Pacific. They landed the plane in the water and managed to get the life raft out before the plane sank, but all the survival gear went down in the plane. The US fleet was stretched too thin in the Pacific for much of a search and rescue effort - so after a search plane passed over them the first day, they were on their own. For the next 34 days they floated at the mercy of the elements and had to survive on what they could catch - fish, birds, a couple of floating coconuts. It sounds like it might be boring but actually is a pretty engrossing story - well told and full of good details - I don't know how they remembered the details so well afterward but I guess maybe you would if you were in that situation. I don't know why I like these kind of near-death adventure stories so much, but I do. Some of my favorites are Alive and Into Thin Air. I listened to one called The Hatchet earlier this year, about a boy stranded alone in the Canadian woods with nothing but a hatchet, and I liked that too, but I think it was fiction.

Anyway - if you have a car trip coming up or just need a good true adventure story, I recommend The Raft. You'll be glad to be warm, safe, and dry.

Paper accepted!

Today I found out that a paper I submitted with a group from my work has been accepted for presentation at a national conference in Phoenix this summer. Woo-hoo!

I haven't done very much academic work for the past 2 years. It's a nice feeling of accomplishment to be first author on a paper, especially since it was written in a marathon session just before the deadline. I had thought they only wanted the abstract until just about a day before the due date, and then discovered they wanted the entire paper. I buckled down and pushed through a 12-hour work day to get it done. There were several serendipitous occurrences that day that enabled me to finish it, including key people being willing to help me work on it after hours. I really do have fantastic co-workers. And as a side benefit, I now have the capacity to convert any document to PDF format. Whee.

If anyone's interested, the paper is about how we used a controlled reference terminology (SNOMED CT) to exchange computable data on patient allergies between the VA and the Dept of Defense. If you have insomnia, reading the entire paper could probably cure it, unless you happen to be one of the .001% of the population that really grooves on this sort of stuff.

Fun Times

Me: So.. what happened?
Dude: We were playing.

Me: What game exactly?

Dude: I told my cousin he couldn't do it, he said he could.. then he did.

Me: I see. And where is he right now?

Dude: Outside in the waiting room.

Me: Right.

Idiots.

En las andadas de nuevo

Esto es un desastre.
Pobrecito mi blog, que lástima, lo buena persona que es y lo bien que se porta conmigo y yo aquí sin escribirle ni nada.
Supongo que mi nueva vida me mantiene demasiado ocupado como para hacerle caso.
Hace unos días ha sido mi cumpleaños, 31, lo cual me importa un pepino, y he ido a ver a familia y a amig@s a Madrid.
Ya he encontrado piso en Palma, y está situado en el centrísimo de la ciudad, como a mí me gusta. Me he mudado hace un par de semanas. El edificio está en obras y la escalera no tiene ni luz, todo eso junto con que sea un 4º ó 5º sin ascensor (en el centro las casas son antiguas y no tienen ascensor)hacen que el valor de la casa baje bastante, pero a mí no me importa ya que ni veo a los albañiles ya que estoy trabajando ni me importa subir unas escaleras.
Me he tenido que imprimir un calendario para poder coordinar lo de las visitas,, ya que se me ha apuntado bastante gente :P
Ya tengo mi bici, hoy mismo me iré a comprar un casco y candados y mañana mismo la uso para venir al curro. Y hoy mismo me voy a instalar Linux Ubuntu en la PS3.

Planes para este año a corto plazo:

1. Presentar un proyecto de un juego a ver si cambio de departamento y puedo ser Game Designer
2. Leer muchos libros y comics buenos (lo mismo no pongo Internet en casa para no perder el tiempo)
3. Perder algo de peso (no es facil con la cantidad de vuelos que me compro a Madrid a ver a mis padres...)
4. Hacer algo creativo, ya sea cine, novela o lo que sea
5. Mejorar la tienda de ebay con Juanma (www.ebushi.com) con nuevas cosillas
6. Hacer ropa con Invikto, siempre hemos querido crear nuestra marca de ropa urbana...
7. Aprender Japonés (todos los días le dedico aunque sea media hora escuchando un cursillo de japonés en audio, "Pimsleur Japanese")
8. ¿Visitar algún país nuevo?
9. Seguir tratando a todo el mundo lo mejor que pueda.
   
10. Etc, etc, etc...

Canción que más escucho:

Gold medal, and I love my DVR

Well, it took me about a year and 3 weeks - but my goal was to do it before my 39th birthday on March 8 and I made it! Woo-hoo!

For those of you who don't know, I've been working toward a Presidential fitness award. You log your workout points online and they accumulate toward a bronze (20,000 points), silver (40,000) or gold medal (80,000). I liked having the extra motivation to work out. Now that I'm done, though, I might need something else to motivate me to stick with it, especially through the rest of the winter.

Anyway - yahoo!

Unrelated subject: I really LOVE having a DVR. Buzz says it revolutionizes your TV watching and he is right. I am having fun watching shows I have heard about but never seen, like What Not to Wear. I recognize myself way too much in that one. A friend told me a couple years ago she wanted to nominate me for it, but I doubt I would ever do it. The whole new wardrobe would be nice though.

awkward moment

So I'm standing at the voter sign-in table this morning at 7:15 a.m. when an acquaintance of mine comes in right behind me. He went to my alma mater, Wheaton College, and we've known him and his family on friendly terms for years here in Salt Lake. We used to go to the same church. He is a conservative Republican, politically active, and though we have rarely if ever discussed politics I think he's pretty darn committed to Republican ideals.

So in our state, if you're unaffiliated (as I am) the voter-sign-in dude has to ask you which ticket you want to vote on. So I answered "Democrat" right in front of my die-hard Republican acquaintance. It's not exactly an invasion of privacy, but it did make me uncomfortable. I am pretty moderate actually and have voted about equally Republican and Democrat in the past, but in the past few elections I've been swinging more to the Democratic side. These days, the war and the environment are on my mind as I approach the candidates. Every election year is different.

Oh well - in the grand scheme of things, I am extremely grateful that elections here are so calm and well-tempered, especially in light of what's happening in Kenya and what happens in a lot of the world around election time. I don't think our friendship with this guy and his family will change much because he knows I voted on the Democratic ticket - but all the same, I think the party affiliation rules in this state are kind of silly and annoying. Why can't we just cast a vote for whichever candidate we prefer, regardless of party?

voting, and why are the flags at half mast?

Tomorrow is our primary and I still don't know who I'm voting for.

This is a cry for help. I'm informationally-challenged when it comes to finding out the real scoop about the candidates. So for all you politically-savvy people out there, how do you get good information? I have tried random internet searching but it seems I just get a lot of opinionated propaganda and not much substance. I'd like to be an informed voter, but I'm pressed for time so I need an efficient good source of (hopefully relatively unbiased) information.

For this primary it may be too late, but I have confidence that the people of Utah will vote overwhelmingly for Mitt Romney so my vote will not count for much here. But I would still like to become better informed.

BTW, I will not be voting for Mitt. :-)

Second issue for the day: Why were all the American flags flying at half mast this weekend? Was there some national tragedy I was unaware of? They were already half mast before the super bowl, so it couldn't have been out of pity for the Pats. :-) I have a suspicion, and this is only a theory, that it is because Gordon B. Hinckley, the LDS president, died and his funeral was Saturday. Now, I have nothing against appropriate ceremonies to mourn for Mr. Hinckley, but it makes me wonder what are the criteria for deciding to lower all the American flags? I remember they were lowered at Ronald Reagan's death, and September 11. But am I being silly to think it is a little out of place to lower the flags for the death of a religious figure? I don't know why - something about the connection between the LDS church and the American flag just bothers me. Something about separation of church and state. Or, is this not the reason at all for the half mast flags?

Anyone? Anyone?

electronics deaths, new shoes and my new inner domestic goddess

Electronics deaths - slowly the entropy is taking over the electronics equipment in our home. We have been watching the old computer monitor slowly fizzle away, the printer/fax/scanner is crotchety, and our video camera (2 years old) has been getting more and more obstreperous until finally last night it refused to finalize the disk or do anything at all - resulting in the loss of our precious Christmas 2007 videos, with the kids discovering the train table and everything. Sigh. Sam broke our CD player a couple months ago, too. Suddenly I'm looking at the cost of replacing all this stuff - and hoping we can find some good deals.

On the bright side, it looks like we are going to get Dish network, a DVR and a new HDTV. I'm looking forward to watching only the programs I want, when I want, with no commercials. Oh yeah - probably will want an HD-DVD player along with the list above. Ouch! If anyone sees any good deals on electronics stuff - let me know, we seem to need one of everything. Maybe we will get a tax refund and I will go crazy at Circuit City. That's as good a plan as any.

New shoes - I got new walking shoes this weekend and I think they are cool. I'll post a picture. Sometimes retail therapy really does work. :-)

My new inner domestic goddess is coming out. I never knew she was there. It must be all this cold weather with nothing to do outside. I have made my bed every day for over a week now. That's more than I've made it in my entire life, I think. I've also planned menus and cooked real food for the past month - another thing I have never, ever done. I've also done a fair amount of decluttering, and dusted for the first time in about a year (I'm not kidding) and the place is looking decent. I even bought a feather duster on a long pole, which inspired Bryan to go around de-cobwebbing all over the house. Cool!!! The kids have also enjoyed "dusting" the baseboards and each other with it. Anyway, I'm enjoying the inner goddess and hope she will stay for a while.

Vinni Puh

Una joya...

Sigo por aquí, peste de agencias y This is England

Hola, holaaaa

Aquí estoy de nuevo. Sigo en Palma y sigo buscando casa.
Todo está lleno de agencias a las que tienes que regalar un mes de alquiler por buscarte la casa, lo que te hace más difícil encontrar algo directamente de los dueños.
Las agencias no deberían ser necesarias, debería existir una agencia del gobierno que funcionase y se encargase de todo sin pedirte los precios abusivos ni las comisiones. Igual que las empresas de trabajo temporal, si el INEM funcionase como debería, no existirían las apestosas ETTs.

Por suerte hoy he leído una noticia que dice que en Palma han cerrado unas mil agencias inmobiliarias debido a la crisis del ladrillo. Sé que habrá un montón de gente en la calle, pero en verdad me he alegrado, espero que les sigan otras mil más. No respeto a los especuladores, pese a lo que se les admira en España y todo lo que se jactan, no me parece nada respetable y es una manera de enriquecerse fácil y para la que no necesitas ninguna titulación ni ser muy listo, solo carecer de escrúpulos. Estoy siendo un poco bestia, pero es que estoy bastante enfadado.

El otro día me fuí al cine a ver una película inglesa ambientada en los años 80 que me ha encantado, le doy 5 estrellas: "This is England" de Shane Meadows.



Nada más sentarme en la sala de cine y ver los créditos de inicio sabía que estaba ante algo especial, el temazo de Toots & The Maytals 54-46 Was My Number:




Y ahora el trailer oficial:



Una maravilla de película con una acuación y una dirección "de cine".

Gripe

Been back in Bahrain for a while now, just started working. Feels good to be doktoring around after a long layoff, but the routine of having to wake up in the mornings again will need some getting used to. Adjusted to living here by now, so I guess Ireland is mostly out of my system at this point. There are some things you have to accept as they are around these parts, even though they could do with some (read: a lot of) improvement.

Was driving on the highway the other day and something peculiar happened to me. Not just once, but three times within the span of two weeks. I would be driving at a reasonable speed (about 110 km/hr) in the fast lane and a speed demon would show up behind me, all guns blazing. In most cases I would move over to the right and allow him/her (because women are just as bad these days) to pass. In all three cases there were cars in the middle lane and so I had to carry on until I got a chance to switch lanes. Instead of being polite enough to wait until I moved over, the drivers in this case would accelerate and overtake me on the hard shoulder, squeezing between my car and the barrier to the left at around 160km/hr. I could not believe what I was seeing. Speeding and high-risk driving are common enough, but this is just suicidial. Needless to say, it brought out a bit of road rage and I guess honking the horn and flashing my headlights were the most I could do in my frustration at those fucking idiots.

This ties into another phenomenon I have been witnessing. At times during the night, around 11pm and onwards, people would choose to ignore red lights located around the kingdom. They would slow down, see that the intersection was not busy, and would just drive off like nothing happened. It drives me insane seeing this, and even though they might justify it by saying that they've slowed down and saw no other cars coming.. there simply is no jusitfication.

All of these things, aside from demonstrating that a large proportion of bahrainis have completely lost any iota of driving etiquette left within them, is showing us the unfortunate mentality that most of them live with. This idea that they are in some way superior to those around them, that their time is worth more and that they can bend or break the law according to their wishes is simply laughable. No one is above the law, and I don't care how busy or in a rush you are, endangering other people's lives in such a flippant fashion is simply unacceptable. You almost wish you could say this to their faces, but something tells me that anyone who would do something like that without feeling any remorse is not worth talking to in the first place. Why have we turned into such a materialistic, consumerist society that is defined by the selfishness of the individual and not the love of the collective? Everyone is so concerned with how to progress themselves that they are openly willing to step (and shit) on eveyone else's heads. It a terribly sad state of affairs to find ourselves in, and I hope that something drastic happens in the near future so that we may shake off this frankly primitive way of living.

Justice is served in the VA parking lot

Have I really not blogged since Dec 17? Wow.

Well, it's been going on for several months and I'm sick of it. Unauthorized people (mostly VA employees, from the looks of their parking permits) have been parking illegally in the designated spaces for myself and my Building 4 compatriots. There are signs clearly stating "OIFO parking ONLY". But even if we arrive before 8 am, often all our spots are taken and we are forced to drive around in circles, park across the street or in the "back 40", and then walk through the snow and ice.

So today, I parked within inches of a large snowbank because it was the only spot I could find. I walked into my office with one wet and cold leg and, disgusted, called the VA Police and complained. Previous complaints were made to a different office and were never acted on.

So today - After months of futile protests to the deaf bureaucracy - I look outside and YES! There are tickets on the windshields of the 5 cars next to mine. Victory dance!

It's funny how much this has made my day. I have never been one to gloat excessively over others' misfortune - but seeing the parking vandals get ticketed gave me a whole new taste of Schadenfreude.

Deseos y planes para el nuevo año, 2008

Pues sí, otro año más.
Hay que reconocer que éste lo va a tener jodido para superar al pasado.
Espero darme algún que otro viajecillo.
Como cada año. yo también me he propuesto un par de cosillas que me gustaría cumplir:

• Hacer algo más de ejercicio (menos no se puede)
• Ponerme al día en diseño de videojuegos. Ya me estoy leyendo un librito muy chulo que espero que me sirva para algo:

• Leerme más libros y comics que el año pasado.

• Retomar el estudio del japonés, de hecho ya me he propuesto volver a Japón como muy tarde para el Tokyo Game Show 2008 que será alrededor de Septiembre, Octubre...
• Darle a los platos (los de Technics :P)
• Aprender a cocinar algunas cosillas más.
• Echarme novia, casarme y comprarme un piso donde vivir felices para siempre... (es broma, por supuesto...)
• Disfrutar al máximo.

Os deseo lo mejor y que todo lo que queráis que se cumpla se haga realidad, pero recordad que las cosas no vienen por si solas.