egeomates, temporary passions

TRANSLATION NOTES: Please read some comments at the end of this post. My life has been a collection of small moments that as running scripts end up every sequence all over 35, according to the simple count of the shell in use. At this time, like any man I had had passions by some facets of life, egeomates is just one of those even if I remember has not been the only one and as all they gets the risk of losing priority one day or mutate into a new way of spending a stylish gray hair. Now that I am near a month to adjust the two years of egeomates, I realize it has been a widespread passion which I enjoy for now, perhaps because unlike others, it promotes interaction with different readers, themes include innovation, the environment is free and because I think it also influences and it is a good company in my current routine of travelling five of every four weeks. But before egeomates I had other passions: One day I painted using oil There was a time when I took painting classes in university; I was passionate enough to devote to it for a while. I really disliked the acrylic, most because of the high price of materials than its quickly handy drying (which is closer to my temporary passions), so I painted in oil for a while, it decreased because of my travels, my daughter’s allergy (not temporary passion), the cheap turpentine and my wife’s discomfort about stains on clothing. But I liked it, one of these days I’ll do it again, changing the customary for the surrealism that would sit me better not for commercial purposes. Maybe I also take it because my son (no temporary passion) does have that talent and taste, I liked that part of my life, and if there had been Ebay sure I would have liked it more. I took piano lessons Jeje that was back in my school and college years, an American led me through the three levels of John Thompson while I lost the football game with my friends. From that, there are only the stories I wrote from that experience… it were left to me the eternal counsels of the old woman who also shared with me some cookies that were only buy in her small town back in Oregon. I gave exorcism classes of CAD Jeje, I remember I taught AutoCAD for drafters of technical pen, and I call it exorcism because most of them didn’t want to change their drawing board, leroy, technical crab (*), skull and more for just two mouse buttons, usually I had to make a association of each command with a conventional technical drawing tool and compare benefits. Part of that stage of my life came to the blog, but now not methodologically, it’s more at loose-level tips and what I advanced from the manual that finished in a videos CD to learn AutoCAD. I also provided other training with other tools of the competition but my passion in this was AutoCAD, which occupies much less psychiatrist sessions in Spanish environment. I wrote stories Esa etapa, fue corta, quizá un año para cumplir el sueño de amigos de la infancia y soltar esas perras que estaban en mi vieja libreta multifinalitaria.  25 relatos me dejaron satisfecho, publiqué un libro impreso y el resto se fue a Lulú que de vez en cuando me manda un mensajito.  A veces me surge la nostalgia por escribir otro pero no quiero hacerlos de forma suelta, si lo hago será por sacar otros 25 de un golpe y para ello ocupo un viaje de al menos tres semanas donde no haya inalámbrica, una libreta nueva y el sufrimiento de volver a ver mi correo con 2,500 mensajes no leídos o 300 comentarios por moderar. That phase was short, maybe a year to fulfill the dream of childhood friends and drop those fictitious (**) stories that were in my old multipurpose notebook. 25 stories left me satisfied, I published a printed book and the rest went to Lulu who occasionally sends me a little message. Sometimes comes to me nostalgia for writing another but I do not want to write them loosely; if I do it, I will get another 25 in a blow and it occupy a journey of at least three weeks where there is wireless, a new notebook and the suffer of seeing my mail with 2,500 unread messages and 300 comments to moderate. From the stories just remained a blog made just for readers of this context, it is full of words incompatible with the RAE, and by the way it ended (temporarily) should be called “the old and definitely abandoned blog of egeomates’ author.” That part of my life comes from time to time and some post get out of the geospatial topics and make me lose smoked fans … also the girl Dancing Chocolate seems to enjoy them. _______________________________________ Apart from that, there are passions that are permanently on the context like take photographs, draw cartoons, play puzzles with my daughter, play warrock with my son, play chess my brother and go for a walk with the girl who lights up my eyes … are topological attributes with heaven accurate. _______________________________________ So this is the life gentlemen, a series of small routines that only Python knows where they fall, most of them come in a necessary moment and cease to use by the rhythm of the relevance… and passion. The best thing is to have enjoyed them to the fullest in its time, in my case, playing piano, write stories, take photographs, paint oil or teaching were necessary passions for this routine to make sense. Enjoy them the most was the best while they lasted. Now I have a blog TRANSLATION NOTES: (*) canecho: It’s a colloquial way of saying ‘crab’ (**) perras: This jargon is used as a meaning of exaggerated or fictitious.