Graduated, at last

Today I´ve received my university title certifying I´m a major graduated professional in computer science. I can only say one thing: Oh yea! That´s in weird contrast to the idea of beggining a blog a month ago, though.

It´s been 6 years of my life studying in the university, well, 5 better said, since my year enjoying the abroad program on Vermont doesn´t count that much.

You give a relatively long period of your life (youth) and in the end they give you a signed paper. Sounds kind of unworthy. Far beyond the looking of it, it´s not just a pretty mere piece of paper. This says you can work as a professional within the area of knowledge you chose several years ago. It is also understood that your past choice is of your liking, otherwise... what a puke!

And now, right now, another period of life begins. That means looking for a job, move out, take decisions, responsabilities and all the gorgeous stuff we all know. However it also brings money (supposely), traveling, family? and other nice things that are supposed to pay off...

I´m thinking in doing a doctoral research to finish my career in the university. What the heck, I´m doing it. I´ll squeeze it for taking out all things university offers me. Now or never...

No sense at all, part I

Walking by the brink of the cliff I came across something on the ground. It was bright, ring-shaped, however it wasn't a ring. This metal piece was wholesome more similar to an earring made especially for someone young since its needle was too short for someone with bigger ears. Maybe a little girl's gift.

By the time I was bending forward to pick it up, something drove at me from the rear. The impact was sheer, and somewhat painful. My eyes got bigger as soon as I saw how the magnificent scene overlooking from topside was coming closer as I went forward.
I stumbled clumsily for the thickets around engaged my legs, like mosquito's in cobweb. Despite it, the thrust I received pushed me along so hard that those plants barely could stop it. I was inevitably meeting my incoming doom, ahead.

So I finally got close to the brink and realized I was falling. At that point I took the decision that saved my life. In lieu of attempting to grab and hold on, I just jumped and dove. Instantly, in a fraction of a second, I decided I'd rather plunge into the water rather than into the rocks below.

The vertical, sheer drop sank me into the water ten feet in. Then a wave drew me way up directly outside and I took a deep breath while looking upwards. I didn't see anything since my eyes were blurry due to the salty water. Moreover, the fact I'd survived that fall hadn't sunk in yet.

I swam towards the beach nearby, and glad but confused started shaking my hair, and my clothes to the shiny sun rising that morning. When eventually I came on my feet again, I climbed up the path to the cliff. There was no one there, certainly, and when I checked the area where I'd founded the earring I couldn't find it anew.

Pretty much a bad joke. Who the hell would try to shove me off the cliff just for a tiny thing? ... This murderer might me someone cruel, of course. Well, I think someone's life's worth much more than a stupid object. At the least mine.

(Sorry guys, felt like writing good english today though the story lacks of any sense)

Bullfightin'

First of all, bullfighting is one of the most old and popular traditions in my country. Its origins go long time back in history, thanks to the fact that stockbreeding has been developped for centuries, as a practise aside farming and survival.

According to the Spanish Royal Academy, bullfighting ("torear") means the art of fighting bulls. However, fight is a tough word for that since fighting in some cases may be just misleading the bull in an artistic fashion, and then return him to his fold.

Sticking aside the topic about fanaticism, bloody spectacle or degradation of human superiority before animals, what is this art about? What is interesting in fighting a bull in front of hundreds of people and (not always) eventually killing him?
As far as I think, the interesting thing about the bullfighter ("torero"), paying no attention to some people´s comments like "bloodthirsty fanatics" or "murderers", is that he bases his entire life in breeding, looking after and taking care of the bulls in a bullfold on his own property. What I´m saying is bullfighters live with the bulls along their lifes, and learn from them (can I say the other way around here?).I do not see them as simple killers who come out onto a bullring, kill some animals and go back home to fritter away the money they earn, which is usually a whole lot. No at all.

Actually, whether it wasn´t for bullfighters (and the entire festivities), wild bulls wouldn´t exist. Bulls would be like cows. That´s true.

There is a lot of controversy about this topic within society. Generally people use to think that it´s a bloody spectacle which should be banned, but I do not agree. I consider myself a pacific person, nevertheless I do not consider bullfighting as a degradating practise. I believe that cruelty lives in mother nature as it has been created, I mean, the more intelligent rules, the more powerful rules, and we´re at the summit of the nutrition chain. Human beings have been cruel all along history, and I do not think bullfighting is cruelty. We do not have to demonstrate bulls we love them or hate them, that´s a premise far beyond their minds. All right, that does not mean we should kill them all, however bullfighters love them, take care of them, breed them and even worship them their whole life (long life they live free). Fixing eyes on the last moment (the killing) sounds sort of unfair to me.

However, I also believe there´s an argument far beyond my understanding. I should live my entire life surrounded by bulls, and fight them to really achieve the concept of bullfighting as an artistic way of life.

I chose computer science. I fight computers, which can be dangerous, too.