La creatividad dentro de la empresa es más una necesidad que una simple ventaja. En un mundo competitivo y cambiante, la guerra por el talento es cada vez más encarnizada. Directores y headhunters se pelean por ejecutivos innovadores, flexibles y especialmente creativos, pero estos no son fáciles de encontrar y formación representa más de un desafío.

La creatividad al interior de los MBA

“Henry Ford se inspiró en un matadero de vacunos para crear las líneas de producción en serie de su fábrica. Es que las ideas llegan frecuentemente de las experiencias que están más distantes de nuestra actividad diaria”, dice Gustavo Genoni, director de los programas MBA y Executive MBA de la Universidad Torcuato di Tella (UTDT) de Argentina. “Por eso en nuestro MBA la creatividad se potencia con un alumnado diverso que puede inspirarse en la actitud pluralista de los profesores que animan a los estudiantes a opinar y los desafían constantemente”.

Las características que definen a un ejecutivo creativo, destaca Genoni, son “una alta capacidad de abstracción, entender la naturaleza de las cosas y, sobre todo, una actitud descarada, libre de prejuicios y casi violatoria de los estándares corporativos, a veces políticamente incorrecta”.

La gran pregunta es de dónde proviene la creatividad. El profesor de la UTDT cree que el pluralismo y la diversidad tienen un rol clave en su origen. “Un MBA desarrolla un pensamiento creativo cuando expone a los alumnos a las experiencias más variadas y diversas, sumando individuos con pocas cosas en común para crear una atmósfera de discusión, debate, desafío e inconformismo creativo. No importa mucho si se da un curso de esto o lo otro. Lo importante es la cultura que vive el grupo de estudiantes”, aclara Genoni.
Un dato a tomar en cuenta: dos académicos de la INSEAD y la Kellogg School of Management, en una serie de pruebas que realizaron a 155 estudiantes de escuelas de negocios en Estados Unidos, descubrieron un peculiar vínculo entre la creatividad y el hecho de estudiar en el extranjero. La investigación, titulada “Cultural Borders and Mental Barriers: The Relationship Between Living Abroad and Creativity”, concluyó que la experiencia de vivir en otro país promueve el desarrollo de un pensamiento creativo.

Aunque no profundizan en las razones tras este fenómeno, los investigadores argumentan que “es posible que esos críticos meses o incluso años de vivir en el extranjero, cuando se transforma el desconcierto cultural en un entendimiento concreto, no solo ayuden a pensar ‘más allá de la caja’, sino también a desarrollar la capacidad de darse cuenta que la caja es más que un simple cubo, más que una simple forma, sino un recipiente para muchas ideas creativas“.

Por su parte, Alejo Canton, presidente de Vistage Argentina, una agrupación mundial de CEO y empresarios, sostiene que la creatividad es necesario “fomentarla”. Estas son sus recomendaciones:

1. Un entorno de seguridad. Los empleados deben sentirse tranquilos al asumir riesgos. Tienen que saber que sus ideas no van a ser descalificadas o ridiculizadas, no importa cuán tiradas de los pelos puedan parecer.

2. Un sentido de la ingenuidad. La creatividad va directamente relacionada con la habilidad de dejar de lado toda idea preconcebida acerca de la situación de que se trate.

3. Técnicas que estimulan la asociación. La asociación es la base del genio. Es muy raro que las ideas creativas surjan de la nada. La gran mayoría es el resultado directo de la unión de dos o más ideas aparentemente sin ninguna relación entre sí.

¿Cómo estamos en la región frente al tema? Genoni sostiene que las empresas latinoamericanas tienen una gran ventaja competitiva en cuanto a la creatividad. “Nosotros exportamos ejecutivos que son buscados por su flexibilidad para adaptarse a distintas circunstancias y por su creatividad a la hora de diseñar y montar negocios”, dice. “Lamentablemente, esa virtud se ha hecho carne en nosotros como una necesidad de supervivencia para enfrentar un medio político y social inestable y hostil a los negocios. En Sudamérica, en general la creatividad del management está directamente ligada a la inestabilidad del medio”.

Fuente:Educamericas

यो न वेत्ति गुणान्यस्य न तं सेवेत पण्डितः |
न हि तस्मात्फलं तस्य सुकृष्टा दूषरादिव ||

- सुभाषितरत्नभाण्डागार

A wise man must never serve a master who can not value his qualities. Serving him will be like trying to cultivate on barren land. No matter how hard you plough the land and sow seeds, there will be no crop.

- Subhashitaratnabhandagara

It is peaceful here. The canopy overhead is teaming with life, with natures creation and the only sounds to be heard are our footsteps as we walk and the birds and life present in these woods. We walk in silence, hand in hand and bodies touching, leaning into one another as if unable to stand being apart, unable to break contact for very long. We are miles from any cilvilsation and I am glad. Master knows where we are, I have not got a clue but that does not upset me at all, rather it comforts me that I am able to just ‘be’ instead of constantly thinking and planning and automatically deciding on the vast array of banal details that make up life. I get to walk here instead, in the middle of nowhere with my Master and hearts home. I get to just ‘be’, to feel the grass beneath my feet, still damp as we walk to the stream and although it is early and the earth has not warmed I am not cold, just happy as we walk in silence. I watched him dress this morning, pulling his jeans and tee on, his socks and then boots. Noone was about and no one would be so I remained as I was, naked with only a small silver band circling my neck. Now as we walk I can feel the air caress my skin and I am enjoying this freedom.

Near the waters edge is an old tree trunk, still stood sort of upright and Master sits down infront of it, letting go of my hand as he sits down, leaning back against the trunk and watching. I smile at him then turn and walk further down towards the water, kneeling and letting my hand dip into the water. The cool, cleanisng, flowing water covering my hand, curving around the contours before continuing it journey onward. Silly how little things like this present an incredible urge within.. letting a hand rest within flowing water.

A while later my hand is numb from the cold water. The urge sated I turn and stand back up, walking towards my Master and love, kneeling before him and seeing his smile and nod before turning and nestling between his legs, leaning back into his warm body and feeling his arms surround me, holding me close.

I love you…
I love you too…

I turn my head and kiss him. slowly, deeply, lingering before smiling and nestling closer, letting my body sink to his and my head rest on his shoulder. Watching the world pass by. One of his hands is stroking my waist, my stomach and higher. Lazily, possessively. cupping a breast and letting his nail graze lightly over my nipple before circling around the dark flesh surrounding it. watching as my body responds quickly and visibly to his touch. I know he is enjoying taking his time, teasing and arousing. His other hand is stroking my inner thigh, dancing and scratching lightly, making its way painfully slowly up to its goal and I shift my hips and try to touch him in need, not wanting to wait.

Be still pet…
Whispered in my ear. His breath light and tickling and I whimper in need and desire and still my body once more at his command. My hands resting on his legs as he touches me. I close my eyes as his fingers touch the sensive folds betweebn my thighs, nails grazing slowly as a finger slips between, dipping into that warm wet cove before withdrawing and rubbing lazily against my clit. His lips kissing, licking and nibbling my shoulder, neck and ear as my body arcs to his touch, desire and pleasure flooding my veins. Sighs escaping my lips as I feel his cock harden in its constriction, in his jeans. His hands touching, claiming what is his, moving with intent as he pinches my nipples causing jolts of electric pleasure to cascade through me. Feelings cascading as if they are directly wired to my pussy, to my clit. I cannot stay still much longer and my moans of pleasure and joy become more intense. In response his fingers touch my clit more urgently, nails scratching against the wet tender flesh, dipping inside, teasing until unable to stand it any longer I cry quietly Please… Please my Master…

Release my pet…
Release for me.

And I do, shuddering and tensing as waves crash through me, my mind blank, crying out my love as my juices spill over his fingers as they enter my cove. my cove tightening around them as they tip me over the edge into sweet oblivion. His lips possessing mine and his tongue raping my mouth.

He holds me still, bringing one hand up to his lips and licking slowly before offering it to me to clean. His arms then settling back around my body, stroking my skin as he murmurs softly into my ear, things spoken of between us alone and we stay like that as time stands still. Not caring of time. No rush to move. Watching the water as it winds its way downstream, along its journey.

Later, we move. He lays me down on the soft grasses and takes me to heaven once more. This time passion and need to possess dictating its own urgency. Laid joined together and kissing each other in the aftermath my eyes focus and I see his grin and laugh. He tickles me and I squirm and he lets me wriggle free. Chasing and catching me as he wills it. Pulling me roughly to him as we do as the water and wind our way aimlessly back to where the tent is pitched. Once there lovingly slapping my ass as I shoot inside laughing to put some clothes on.

This is our lazy day.
A day of dreams
The pit filled with remenants from fire the night before

The clothes take a few hours more before they are able to be worn..

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Las oportunidades que abre un MBA en Brasil

La elección de Río de Janeiro como sede de los Juegos Olímpicos del 2016 fue solo un paso más dentro del largo camino de Brasil por convertirse en una potencia global, ya que según el Banco Mundial ya es la octava mayor economía del planeta. Pero no solo eso: mientras la mayoría de los países cerrarán el año con números rojos, Brasil espera concluir el 2009 con un crecimiento del 1,2%. Y si quiere entender como funciona este nuevo gigante, asistir a una escuela de negocios en el país puede ser un buen punto de partida.

“Hoy Brasil es la mayor economía en América Latina, y este solo hecho ya es suficiente para venir a interiorizarse y comprender la dinámica de nuestra economía”, postula Thomas Brull, director de MBA de la Business School São Paulo (BSP). De hecho Brasil, junto a Rusia, la India y China, forman el denominado BRIC, el grupo de las cuatro mayores y más pujantes economías emergentes. “También hay otras buenas razones para realizar un posgrado acá, especialmente para entender los aspectos culturales: el estilo de vida brasileño, cómo hacemos los negocios y cómo nos relacionamos entre nosotros. Y ese es justamente uno de los factores que más conlleva a errores: que los ejecutivos no entiendan los valores y la cultura local”, afirma Brull.

De igual forma, Larissa Dal Piva, encargada de Relaciones Internacionales de la Estação Business School de Curitiba, agrega que las barreras de entrada que enfrentan los extranjeros en el mercado brasileño “van desde las diferencias entre los idiomas, a la posición en el entorno empresarial, incluyendo la cultura del jeitinho o jeito brasileño (una forma de eludir las normas y convenciones sociales para beneficio personal, principalmente para agilizar trámites)”, precisa la académica.

Para hacer frente a la barrera idiomática, Thomas Brull sostiene que “en la BSP somos pioneros en dictar un programa de Executive MBA en inglés, que permite la inclusión de estudiantes  MBA de todos los rincones del mundo. Otro incentivo que ofrecemos es el hecho de estudiar en São Paulo, el corazón económico de Brasil y una gran metrópolis cosmopolita“. La escuela también ofrece programas de MBA en portugués para quienes quieran aprender a dominarlo, un requisito básico para desenvolverse en el mercado brasileño.

Otra gran oportunidad que ofrecen las business schools locales a los ejecutivos es el networking. Dal Piva sostiene que “los cursos de educación ejecutiva y de posgrado pueden entregar a los estudiantes latinoamericanos experiencia práctica de las empresas nacionales y regionales de Brasil. También permiten multiplicar la red de contactos con los ejecutivos locales y llevar a cabo una evaluación comparativa del trabajo en las empresas brasileñas”.

En esa misma línea, Brull reconoce que “los brasileños somos locuaces y extrovertidos; nos gusta mucho conversar e interactuar. También estamos muy orientados hacia la tecnología, somos grandes usuarios de las redes sociales, como Orkut y Facebook. Hay que tomar en cuenta que la importancia del networking viene de la mano con la cantidad de usuarios: entre más población, mayor potencial de networking”. Y Brasil tiene 191 millones de habitantes.

Sin embargo, aún son pocos los ejecutivos que han tomado esta opción. “Los estudiantes latinoamericanos no-brasileños aun no representan un número significativo dentro de las escuelas de negocios locales. Pero no por eso dejan de ser un segmento de mercado atractivo”, afirma Dal Piva. Por su parte, Brull señala que “es importante para nosotros contar con estudiantes latinoamericanos, ya sea del Mercosur, los países andinos y por supuesto México. Las compañías brasileñas se están transformando en multinacionales y cada vez tienen mayor presencia en los países vecinos”.

Un ejemplo los esfuerzos de Brasil por ofrecer una educación vinculada con el vecindario es la construcción de la Universidad de Integración Latinoamericana (Unila), institución que estará ubicada en Foz de Iguazú, en la Triple Frontera con Paraguay y Argentina. Este centro dictará cursos tanto en español como en portugués. Por parte de la BSP, Thomas Brull adelanta que “estamos buscando la forma de atraer más estudiantes de otros países latinoamericanos. También estamos conversando con otras escuelas de la región para ofrecer un MBA Latinoamericano”, adelanta el directivo.

Fuente:Educamericas

Ipade dictará Programa en Dirección de Servicios

Directivos, de regreso a la escuela

Testosterona incide en carreras de mujeres de negocios

Crisis y desempleo detonan interés en postgrados

vorbeam si io, undeva prin vara, cu inima grea, despre necesitatea anumitor decizii ce ma framantau la vremea aceea; decizii numite semi-decizii. intre timpulacesta, mai din senin, mai cu intentie si premeditare, treburile s-au concretizat in toata puterea cuvantului: m-am apucat de masterul cu pricina (caruia ii voi dedica o serie de ganduri cat de curand, caci pana acu as zice c-am asteptat sa se decanteze simplele impresii); m-am angajat la mnar, unde e mereu ceva de gandit, de citit, de studiat si de scris, intru bunul mers al lucrurilor; m-am mutat. de acasa. aici alta poveste. cu putine personaje, putina naratiune.

si-n general am mult timp pentru mine, cum se zice, dar nu-mi dau seama ce-i de facut, de fapt.

de facut sunt multe, se stie:

e expozitie frumoasa la mnar, “calatorie in bretania. artisti francezi si romani descoperind cultura bretona”; e cu de toate: pictura, gravura, afise publicitare (sfarsitul secolului XIX-inceputul XX), mobilier, costume traditionale si alte curiozitati mai mult sau mai putin domestice, mai mult sau mai putin vizuale – detalii pentru care sunt in plina ‘cercetare’.

e si gaudeamus zilele astea. pana duminica. iar maine la 13:30 se lanseaza cartea ‘noastra’ cu amorul.

CEMATEX, the European Committee of Textile Machinery Manufacturers, has announced that ITMA 2011, to be held in Barcelona (Spain) from 22 to 29 September 2011, will be the world’s most comprehensive, one-stop platform for textile and garment makers.

Showcasing the entire value chain from spinning to garment making, textile processing, technical textiles, logistics and distribution, the exhibition marks the 60th anniversary of the ITMA brand. The slogan of the 2011 show, ‘Master the Art of Innovation’, underscores CEMATEX’s commitment to help the world’s textile industry innovate and face up to the challenges of globalisation and sustainability, and the event offers manufacturers a vital solutions platform that will keep the industry focused and competitive.

In line with this value proposition, the ITMA 2011 Index of Products has been revised to include the very latest technologies. The garment making and textile processing sector has been expanded to sharpen its focus, and embroidery and braiding equipment now have their own separate sectors.

Highlights to draw global community
To encourage the global textile and garment making community to the event, CEMATEX, together with their organiser MP International, are planning a series of highlights, some of which will be launched as part of ITMA’s 60th anniversary celebrations.

Among these are special ITMA awards which will pay tribute to top industry achievers, an enhanced Research & Education Pavilion, an ITMA Forum and targeted workshops for knowledge sharing and networking. Detailed information will be released in due course.

Said Ms Sylvia Phua, Chief Executive Officer of MP International, “Moving forward, ITMA as the driver for industry innovation will be transformed into the international business hub of the textile and garment industry.”

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3102739    สัมมนาวิทยานิพนธ์ระดับมหาบัณฑิต    Master Thesis Seminar

สัมมนา อภิปราย และนำเสนอข้อมูลที่เกี่ยวข้องกับงานวิทยานิพนธ์ของนิสิต รวมทั้งก้าวหน้าของงานวิทยานิพนธ์ของนิสิต

(Seminar, discussion and presentation of current topics or the progress of thesis research of students)

(3102739 จุฬาลงกรณ์มหาวิทยาลัย)

Students embarking on a career in hairdressing are often quite anxious to skip the prelims and jump into the inventive part of the course. In this exceptional career, not placing the emphasis on the fundamental principles can only lead to catastrophe. Making major mistakes when it comes to hair does not allow for easy camouflage. The basic principles including learning texture, shape and balance. These are the fundamentals of any great hairstyle and then it leads to a little more creativity in the pattern creation. Proportions are elements that the upcoming hairstylist must be come adept at as well. They must be able to use their sense of opinion. Often the pupil is oblivious that there are basic techniques that must be mastered when it comes to the tools of the trade. These are blow dryers, curling irons, and straighteners just to name a few. A student in hairdressing must learn to adapt solid study habits, patience and endurance. As we mentioned there isn’t much of a allowance for mistakes when it comes to the hair. They must also learn to be observant and prepared to stay attuned to the world of fashion. In many cases, they complement each other.

Three Apprenticeships I went through and all were a life experience. These three gentlemen had a different knack to what they did, and hopefully the students who come out of the hairdressing schools will please appreciate the value of learning under a Master. Though there are not any Degrees in my profession that will give you the level of Master. When you apply for the stewardship you will be able to tell immediately if it is a good fit for you!

Joseph Kellner

The Real Hair Truth Facebook.com

I set my alarm on my phone for 8am last night even though Master was sure that I would not wake up to it nor even hear it through my ear plugs and settled into bed. Just as I was about 15mins away from having to turn the lights out and put my book away for the night, the cramps struck. Not the light warning cramps that I expected yesterday before my period started but the full blown, curl up in a fetal position and try to embed a heating pad into my poor aching ovaries kind of cramps. So instead of turning off the lights I stayed up for a couple more hours reading, hoping they would fade and allow me to sleep.

When I finally did turn the lights out and snuggle my back against Master, He woke up. As He wrapped His arms around me, He whispered into my ear “This is definitely not 11pm”

Ooops.

I explained about the sudden cramping, that I’d just taken some ibuprofen and had plugged in the heating pad but even to me it sounded like a weak excuse instead of a reason.

This morning I actually woke up to my alarm (ah ha told ya I would!) and rolled out of bed almost in a good mood. I shall contribute this to the fact that I was finally getting my hair sorted today even though I am not normally interested in girly type things. I do love my hair though and I love even more how much Master adores my hair so I tend to look forward to when I get to pamper it, knowing how much better it will look afterward. My poor hair has been trying to run away from me for a couple months now, I’ve pulled disgusting amounts of hair out of both bathroom drains and my hair brush so its high time to reign it back in.

After I got up I made Master His lunch for work today and sat around with Him while He got ready. I even got a kiss before He left for work! I got myself ready to head out, making sure I took an umbrella because it was randomly pissing down rain today and then happily fucked off to town with my MP3 player turned up loud. I love being able to walk around with just my music to keep me company because I’m at the mercy of nothing and no one besides my curiosity, which we all know is quite epic. As much as I enjoy my walks with Master, its still so much more relaxing with just myself since I can stop and wander when and where I like without the niggling knowledge in the back of my mind that He would rather be at home lol. What can I say, I’m a slave in all ways and His happiness is always in the forefront, even more so when He is near me.

I got to the hair salon with a few minutes to spare so I stepped outside for a smoke and called my bestest gay friend JH who moved over here to the UK before I did and married himself a nice man. I’d forgotten about JH’s #1 rule: Does not wake up before noon! I felt bad that I’d woken him up but when I told him I was getting married he seemed to forgive me. When I asked if he would be willing to give me away since my dad more than likely won’t make it, after the typical “OHMYGAWD REALLY!!??” squeal, I believe I have been fully forgiven I luffs my fag and would be so happy if he could do this for me.

The lady who cut my hair, A, was amazing! She barely took any off the entire length but she got all my layers in the right place and even thinned it a bit (I have super thick Italian hair thanks to my dad) so now my curls form better even on the longest bits in the back! I was very pleased and it only cost me 16£ since there was no wash and style, just a trim. Since I have curly hair, I can’t have it cut wet otherwise it just totally fucks it up.

Now the other day when Master and I were out walking around town, I found the most perfect purse in the most unexpected store. It reminds me of a laptop bag in the shape, rectangle with a large flap and pockets with a long adjustable strap I can sling over one shoulder crosswise and on the flap it has like a million little anarchy symbols! I only had 30£ set aside for my hair cut since I didn’t know how much it was going to cost so Master told me I could either get the purse or the hair cut. I chose the hair cut since I NEED that. Today with the hair cut costing less than expected I was hoping I might still have enough for the purse but I was still 10£ off so instead I went and picked up His xmas present.

Besides, He had told me I was not allowed to go look at the purse before or after my hair cut and I was not feeling brave enough to defy this order since I have already racked up my remaining 40 lashes to 80 again. Something about trying to barter away my remaining punishment earned me 20 more and today when I had the misfortune of being stuck watching this gawd awful water color painting program. I said that should be punishment enough…and therefor earned myself another 20. So I’m back up to 80. Master is too stressed from work and His cunt eye boss to dole out my remaining lashes just yet, not wanting to be focused on His anger at cunt eye is probably a good idea when punishing me even if the pain slut in me says “ooooooooo go ahead!”. So I have 80 more lashes to look forward to this weekend sometime.

Tonight was the most scrummy dinner ever! Venison steaks om nom nom nom! I have never had venison steaks before but fuck me was it good! Normally Master gets my remaining dinner bits because I never seem to finish a whole plate but tonight I was all but baring my teeth and growling at His curious looks. My fucking steak! Grrrr! Now I am going to have a nice irish coffee, hand this post off to Master for proof reading and then fuck off to bed because I am tired.

Nelle società moderne il manifestarsi di alcuni fenomeni sociali (bullismo, varie forme di violenza etc.) nei luoghi deputati alla socializzazione, come famiglia e scuola, ha fatto emergere con tutta evidenza la necessità di investire sui processi educativi. L’educazione (dal latino educere) ossia quel processo attraverso il quale un individuo tira fuori di sè e impara particolari norme di comportamento, è un prerequisito fondamentale per orientarsi di fronte alle sfide del vivere di oggi. Nei nostri giorni, tuttavia, i contesti dell’educazione non possono non tener conto dell’importanza che hanno assunto le nuove tecnologie. Sempre più centrali nella contemporaneità, i nuovi mezzi di comunicazione di massa hanno bisogno di essere conosciuti e governati. Senza questi due momenti si rischia, infatti, di cadere nella logica binaria di divisione tra apocalittici e integrati, cioè tra coloro che criticano i nuovi media e coloro che accolgono gli stessi con un nuovismo acritico e superficiale. La conoscenza e il governo dei nuovi mezzi del comunicare si rende necessario anche e soprattutto se ci si focalizza sulle potenzialità educative che questi possono sprigionare. Il mondo delle scienze della comunicazione e quello dell’educazione possono, pertanto, trovare convergenza e percorsi comuni. Esempi di questo tipo sono quelli legati alla media education, disciplina che si propone di sviluppare, attraverso l’uso consapevole dei media, quel senso critico e quell’etica della responsabilità indispensabile per i giovani di oggi. Questi percorsi delineano nuovi progetti educativi, in perfetta sintonia con i tempi e gli anni che stiamo vivendo e colmano quel vuoto educativo che, secondo alcuni, sta diventando una vera e propria emergenza sociale.

Andrea Magliocco, Med Master

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Zum zweiten Mal in diesem Jahr rufen Stundenten im ganzen Land ihre Kommilitonen zum Streik auf. Bereits im Sommer hatten Schüler und Studenten durch Demos und diverse andere Aktionen deutlich machen wollen, dass sie unzufrieden sind. Während die Schüler gegen Kopfnoten protestierten, forderten Studenten allerorts Abschaffung der Studiengebühren, Abschaffung der Bachelor- und Master-Studiengänge und bessere Studienbedingungen.

Seit zwei Wochen fordern sie wieder – oder immer noch – diesmal allerdings forscher. Demos und Plakate allein genügen nicht mehr, jetzt werden auch die Hörsäle der Unis besetzt. Die Unzufriedenheit muss deutlich gemacht werden, deutlicher als im Sommer, denn genützt hat es ja nicht viel. Und was steht diesmal auf der Agenda der eifrigen Protestierenden? Natürlich, Abschaffung der Studiengebühren, Abschaffung der Bachelor- und Master-Studiengänge und bessere Studiengebühren.

Jetzt mal Butter bei die Fische, liebe Mit-Studenten! Bei den Studienbedingungen mögt ihr Recht haben, wobei ich in meinen fast zehn Semester noch nicht einmal auf dem Boden sitzen musste, oder auch nur jemanden kenne, der das mal musste, aber gut – da bin ich auf eurer Seite! Aber:
Es ist unrealistisch, dass die Studiengebühren wieder abgeschafft werden – schon gar nicht seit wir von Biene Maja regiert werden. Ebenso ist es nicht besonders wahrscheinlich, dass Deutschland aus dem Bologna-Prozess austreten wird, um Bachelor und Master wieder ad acta zu legen. Wir müssen uns damit abfinden, dass ich an beiden Dingen nichts ändern wird. Will ich damit sagen, ihr – oder besser WIR – sollten uns nicht wehren? Nicht für unsere Meinung einstehen? Nein, das will ich nicht! Ich will nur sagen: gebt den Demos, den Plakten und euren Forderungen mehr Gehalt! Schreit nicht nach Abschaffung, wenn wir alle wissen, dass es das nicht geben wird! Schreit bitte nach Reformation, nach Überarbeitung, nach sinnvoller Verwendung von Geldern, nach Transparenz und seid euch sicher: es werden viel mehr mit euch gehen!

Auch ich finde Studiengebühren – diplomatisch ausgedrückt – ungut. Natürlich sollten sie abgeschafft werden… werden sie aber nicht! Also sollten wir uns dafür einsetzen, dass sie sinnvoller eingesetzt werden (mein Lieblingsbeispiel: “Dank eurer Studiengebühren hat die Bibliothek jetzt von 07.00 – 24.00 Uhr geöffnet!” GEIL!!!). Und wir sollten erfahren, wo unser ganzes Geld hinfließt. DAS ist es, was möglich ist.
Und ja, auch ich finde das Bachelor- und Master-System nicht sehr ausgereift und es sieht hier in Deutschland sehr nach “oh Gott, das machen alle, das müssen wir jetzt auch – SCHNELL!” aus. Aber es ist unrealistisch zu glauben, dass wir zurück kehren werden zu Magister und Diplom. Also: nicht Abschaffung, sondern Neustrukturierung! Und es sollte dafür gesorgt werden, dass jeder Arbeitgeber in diesem Land versteht, was es heißt, wenn sein Bewerber ein B.A. oder M.Sc. ist!

Also, liebe Studenten, liebe Kommilitonen: es gibt nicht nur schwarz und weiß und es ist müßig, das zu verteidigen und einzufordern. Macht besser, was da ist, anstatt alles abschaffen zu wollen!

I know I am not posting as often as usual right now. A lot of things have been happening over the past few weeks and my mind seems to have proven itself not as strong as I would like it to be. The lack of posts here has not been because I have not been writing; just nothing I have written has been in any way, shape or form suitable for here!

Hell, it’s bad enough my Master reading the words that haven’t been posted. I am grateful that he is forcing me to show him those words though, right now I don’t have the strength to offer them freely but I don’t actually want to hide.

I have read “By the River Piedra” by Paulo Coelho recently. Actually I have read it three times in a row from beginning to end. It was a book recommended to be by someone who sometimes I think is a friendly person, then other times I would happily take pleasure in ripping his balls off slowly… Ah well, I have to keep reminding myself he actually means well and what he does is what he believes is right even if I do not agree… AT ALL – and, I am thankful for his phone calls over the past few weeks and his immediate reaction and help when I didn’t know what to do.

Anyway! I cursed when the penny dropped and I realised why I was told to read this book… It is a book about love; of surrendering to love and the inevitable joys and pains that come from that unconditional surrender. Yeah – Point taken! Cheers!

Actually. As I was reading it, I discovered it isn’t one of the mushy crappy variety like Mills and Boon. The sort that makes you want to throw up, slit your wrists and give up the will to live because they are so sickly sweet and formulated. Nope, this one is different – and surprising – even more so when you realise it is written by a man! (Fuck me; they do sometimes know how our minds work lol) I found as I read the story, a lot of the thoughts expressed by Pilar, the female lead character, not only echo what I quite often think and feel, but are almost word for word what I think and feel. Hence I have read it three times so far and found that when I read it for the first and second time, I kept having to stop and collect myself because it was so reflective of my thoughts and emotions. I have just finished reading Eleven Minutes by the same author and have had the same ‘Eureka’ moments there as well. I may write about that.. It may come later, we will see. BUT – in the meantime, here are a few quotes from the book which have struck a chord with me. Four of the quotes below are ones where it was like reading a transcript of my own thoughts.

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Careful, I thought. Watch out for the break in the dam. If that break occurs, nothing in the world will be able to stop it.

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The exercise of the Other?

“ I am just like everyone else who listens to their heart: a person who is enchanted by the mystery of life. Who is open to miracles, who experiences joy and enthusiasm for what they do. It’s just that the Other, afraid of disappointment, kept me from taking action.” But there is suffering in life,” one of the listeners said. ”And there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it’s better to lose some of the battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever even knowing what you’re fighting for. “That’s it?” another listener asked. “Yes, that’s it. When I learned this, I resolved to become the person I had always wanted to be. The Other stood there in the corner of my room, watching me, but I will never let the Other into myself again even though it has already tried to frighten me, warning me that it’s risky not to think about the future. “From the moment that I ousted the Other from my life, the Divine Energy began to perform its miracles.”

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Break the glass, please—and free us from all these damned rules, from needing to find an explanation for everything, from doing only what others approve of.

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The gods throw the dice, and they don’t ask whether we want to be in the game or not. They don’t care if when you go, you leave behind a lover, a home, a career, or a dream. The gods don’t care whether you have it all, whether it seems that your every desire can be met through hard work and persistence. The gods don’t want to know about your plans and your hopes. Somewhere they’re throwing the dice—and you are chosen. From then on, winning or losing is only a question of luck. The gods throw the dice, freeing love from its cage. And love can create or destroy—depending on the direction of the wind when it is set free.

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If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him. Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

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But that moment exists—a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles. Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment helps us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments—but all of this is transitory; it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken.

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I wish I didn’t have to control my heart. If I could surrender, even if only for a weekend, this rain falling on my face would feel different. If love were easy, I would be embracing him now

Por aqui tudo mais ou menos. Parece que a coisa não anda. E eu com aquela sede de que as coisas comecem a acontecer de uma vez por todas.

Surtei com o máster. Melhor dito, fui obrigada a surtar com o máster. Vou relatar os fatos de forma resumida, porque não quero agitar as úlceras, ainda mais agora que estão meio sonolentas. Acho que já falei aqui que estava muito decepcionada com o nível do pessoal da minha turma. Pois bem, tivemos de fazer dois trabalhos em grupo. Os grupos são determinados pela própria direção, o que acho ótimo. Não fica aquele clima de panelinha e todo mundo tem a oportunidade de trabalhar com gente diferente, e não apenas com os amiguinhos, assim como é no mundo real.

Eu detestei o meu grupo de cara: uma pirralha pentelha (que logo abandonou o máster), uma patricinha blondificada que trabalha na Loewe (que logo abandonou o máster), uma galega insuportavelmente boba e infantil, uma vasca igualmente chata e insuportável e uma sevilhana balzaca muito exibida e metida a cool. Todas elas, como boas filhas das faculdades espanholas de Comunicação, com um comportamento tipicamente sabichão (só na forma, porque o conteúdo…). Como dizem os espanhóis, aquele típico povinho sabelotodo.

O primeiro trabalho foi elaborar um plano de comunicação para o selo de garantia Halal. Um selo que garante que os produtos foram elaborados de acordo com os princípios do Corão, especialmente as carnes (o animal deve sofrer o mínimo possível,  ser sacrificado com a cabeça apontando para a Meca, enquanto se recitam rezas islâmicas, etc.). Enfim, as três sabichonas cismaram que um dos públicos aos que nos deveríamos dirigir para o plano de comunicaçao eram os vegetarianos. E eu perguntava com cara de “não acredito no que estou ouvindo”: vocês querem divulgar para os vegetarianos que agora existe o selo de garantia de carne halal? E se vocês querem entender a dimensão da coisa, quando busquei no word quantas vezes aparecia a palavra “vegetariano” no trabalho, encontrei 18 ocorrências. Apaguei todas, claro. Para completar, a professora havia exigido que o trabalho fosse entregue em formato acadêmico, e as garotas não queriam aceitar isso de jeito nenhum. Não sabiam nem sequer qual era a fonte usada em trabalhos acadêmicos, e quando souberam quase vomitaram. Times New Roman, como assim??? Não sabiam fazer citações bibliográficas e nem sequer sabem como se põe espaçamento 1,5 num documento de word. Aham.

O segundo trabalho era montar um projeto de casa de chás. Primeiro tínhamos de fazer uma análise de tendências globais, locais, um estudo do mercado espanhol, etc. Baseando-nos nessas análises montaríamos o projeto. “Um projeto que fosse inovador”. “Um novo conceito de casa de chás”.  Primeiro problema encontrado: as garotas não bebem chá, nunca viram um pacote de chá na frente, e, justamente por isso, chegaram à conclusão de que seria melhor que fizéssemos o projeto de uma cafeteria, afinal, “aqui na Espanha as pessoas preferem café”. Eu não sei se a idéia foi minha ou das minhas úlceras, mas eu juro que mandei um desenho (sim, um desenho) explicando que justamente A Idéia do Trabalho Era que Montássemos Um Projeto Para um Público Muito Concreto E que Justamente Por Isso nos Pediram que Fizéssemos Uma Casa de Chás e não Uma Cafeteria. Que a partir do momento que citássemos a palavra Café o nosso trabalho seria classificado, com razão, como Lixo, e tiraríamos um Lindo Zero. A minha explicação inclusive citou a Teoria dos Conjuntos, que aprendemos no Jardim I, sabem? Dentro do conjunto de pessoas que bebem bebidas quentes, há o conjunto das que só bebem café, o conjunto das que só bebem chá, e o conjunto das que bebem chá e café. A quem nos vamos dirigir, gatas? Bom, eu poderia escrever mil anedotas como esta, e publicar o maior post deste blog, mas não seria justo nem comigo nem com vocês.

Só sei que fazer o trabalho com essas garotas foi um verdadeiro suplício, nos enfrentamos o tempo inteiro, elas três contra mim. E por favor tirem qualquer conotação de vitimismo dessa frase, porque não me senti vítima em nenhum momento, e a dinâmica de trabalho foi mesmo essa: três contra um. O tempo todo. Ponto. Foi agoniante. O nosso trabalho só começou a fluir quando eu implorei, tanto verbalmente como por escrito, para que essas garotas usassem a Internet como fonte de consulta. Elas queriam tirar uma idéia brilhante e inovadora de loja de chás da própria cabeça, mas daquelas cabeças a coisa mais brilhante que sai é merda pura. Nova Iorque. Olhem as lojas de chá em Nova Iorque. filhas .As casas de chá japonesas estão na moda, há alguma casa de chá japonesa em Madri? Não. Idéia número 1. Agora, Berlim. E assim por diante. Como essas garotas querem ser alguém no mundo da comunicação e da publicidade se não sabem usar a Internet?

Enfim, o trabalho ficou uma verdadeira merda. Fizemos a apresentação aos três professores da banca, que só não esculacharam mais o nosso trabalho porque, em 10 anos, fomos o primeiro grupo que entendeu e aplicou um determinado conceito de marketing, segundo eles. E, modéstia à parte, quem entendeu e aplicou o conceito fui eu, e essa idéia só estava presente no trabalho porque eu pelejei muito com essas garotas. As três foram esculachadíssimas pelos professores. Bom, nessas escolas de negócio a coisa funciona assim mesmo.  E não há piedade. A única crítica que me fizeram foi a de que eu estava “séria demais” na apresentação. As outras três escutaram coisas tão simpáticas como: deselegantes, exibidas, desagradáveis, por alguns furos que deram durante a apresentação, que não vou mencionar aqui. O meu maior mérito foi: tudo, absolutamente tudo, tudo, tudo que eu estava criticando intensamente no nosso trabalho foi criticado pelos professores, com os mesmos mesmíssimos argumentos. Não preciso nem dizer que elas nem se despediram de mim quando saímos do trabalho.

Na mesma semana, solicitei uma reunião com o diretor, e ele mesmo adivinhou o que eu ia falar: da minha insatisfação com o nível dos alunos, ou da minha inadaptação, se vocês preferem. Ele confessou que o erro foi dele ao me colocar nessa turma, pois como eu tenho um perfil mais alto deveria estar na outra turma, e não nessa. A outra turma é formada por gente que tem mais experiência, que já trabalha e é mais séria. É a turma mimada da escola, digamos assim. Com a transferência, em vez de ter aulas das segundas às quintas, terei aulas sexta e sábado. É mais puxado, mas tudo bem. Terei de renunciar às minha manhãs sonelentas de sábado, mas estou animada. Passarei de estar numa turma com 35 alunos para estar numa de 20 e isso já significa muito. Algo me diz que notarei substancialmente a diferença. Estou aliviada.

Esta semana já não tive nem coragem de ir à aula, não tive saco. Estou esperando a resposta de como vai ser a parte mais burocrática, e este final de semana acho que começarei na turma nova. Ou seja, esta semana estou de férias, com um pouco de ressaca desse ambiente e dessa gente. Como a minha amiga marroquina está na cidade, estamos fazendo várias coisas juntas. Ela me deu aula de comida marroquina, estamos procurando estágios ou empregos juntas, assim nos animamos.

Dezembro está aí, eu e o Sh. temos bilhetes para Roma, mas não sei se poderemos ir, por muitas razões. No Natal iremos para a Galiza, e eu não quero nem saber: quero ir a Portugal várias vezes. Não quero perder tempo em casa. Só penso nas pizzas uruguais de forno de pedra da minha pizzaria preferida em Vigo e nas francesinhas do Porto com um bom copo de Douro. Iarru.

E saudade do Brasil. Da família. Dos amigos. Saudade, muita. Muita, mesmo.

bhoktaram yajna-tapasam

sarva-loka-mahesvaram

suhrdam sarva-bhutanam

jnatva mam santim rcchati (Bg 5.29)

Real peace can only come when we accept Krishna as the proprietor and enjoyer of everything. We have nothing to fight about. So this is the devotee! Lord Caitanya Mahaprabhu wants to reveals to the world what pleases Him through the prayers of His devotees. They were willing to stay in this material world, that was their humility, “But just let me be with Your devotees and chant Your names with them,” That is the beauty of the association of devotees. It is the place were people actually believe in the supreme eternal form and pastimes of the Lord. It is people who want to please the Lord eternally as His servants.

In the association of devotees the glories of the Lord are being discussed. The teachings of the Lord are being promoted and everyone is united finding the ultimate happiness in loudly glorifying His holy names – Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare/ Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare. When we chant the holy names and glories of the Lord as well as hear them Krishna is pleased, when Krishna is pleased within our heart He dispels all of the dirtiness of our hearts. It is not just a mechanical process. It is not that we are just chanting and therefore we are getting purified. We should understand how I am getting purified and why we are getting purified because Krishna is non different than His name. Krishna’s name has sweet will. It is not just a sound vibration. It is God who has incarnated in sound vibration.
- Association of Devotees is the Greatest Benediction SB-04.22.20

I am so bone numbingly tired. It isn’t that I average 4 hours of sleep a night. I know it doesn’t help, but that isn’t the kind of tired I mean. I am bone numbingly tired of so many things in my life. I just want to hide for awhile, run away from everything and not be found.

I hide from so many things, in so many ways. I hide behind the trappings of being a woman, getting my nails done, having facials and getting waxed. I hide behind those things even though I don’t believe that I am beautiful. I hide behind my hair when I don’t want people to know what I am feeling because my eyes are so expressive. I hide in my coyness, my supposed strength. I hide in the depths of my submission because it abdicates my responsibility and more than anything I hide in the pain because it soothes my tortured soul.

I’ve had people tell me that I’m beautiful. I’ve had people fight over the possession of me, of my body. I manipulate, cajole, use people just as much as they use me. Yesterday, I went out with Master to a swingers party. I understand that our relationship is unique, but the other people were all warned, knew the rules. If they wanted me, they’d have to ask Master. If he chose to share me, I would be shared.

Manipulation, pushing limits… I do it because I can. I was fully clothed, kneeling innocently at the fridge putting away the water when I felt a man looking at me. I knew he wanted me, felt the energy pulsing off of him in waves. I didn’t say a word, just slowly raised my head and looked at him. I let the lust he felt radiate in my eyes and I knew he would do almost anything to have me.

Later that night he asked Master for me. Master was not in the sharing mood and said no. I’m rather glad actually. You see, I didn’t really want the man, but knowing that I elicited that reaction in him, knowing that I had that power was a heady thing. I didn’t speak to him that entire evening. Yes, eventually I was naked. Yes, eventually he saw all of me. I stole glances at him all evening, drove him crazy enough to ask Master 3 times to have me. Each time Master said no. By the end of the evening the man had had enough. He walked into the room I was in and grabbed me, started touching me intimately. Master came in the room and was livid. It nearly came to blows.

Here’s the thing, had I not pushed the limit, manipulated the situation, it never would have come to the end it did. The question is, what does this say about me? I desire to be, am in fact submissive. Sometimes I need my power, that pervasive need to control a situation ripped away from me. I need a strong man, a strong Master. I need someone to understand me well enough to know how I tick, to call me on my bullshit and hold me accountable for it. Submission isn’t just about letting go, but about being responsible for the choices you are allowed to make.

hallo semua,

Pernahkan kalian memdengan pernipuan dealer pulsa dengan iming iming dapat harga dasar yg sangatttt MURAH ,,yuupzzz tepat bgt dengan modal punya web dan no rekening mereka dapat menipu puluhan hingga ratusan orang.dan pastikan bukan km yg menjadi korban korban berikutnya.. secara awam jangan pernah takut untuk mencari kebenaran dari web dan informasi di web tersebut.. berbagi tips cara agar tidak tertipun walau 1 rupiah saja dan jangan pernah melakukan transfer sebelum 100% kamu yakin..

Yang perlu di perhatikan :

1. Baca dengan seksama rata – rata harga yg di tawarkan tidak jauh berbeda dengan dealer lainya selisih 100 – 300 rupiah bukan

2. Lihat Contact Person yang di berikan,apa sering online atau tidak. Untuk Dealer yg dapat di percaya dapat online 12jm – 24jm namun itu belum menjamin bukan tidakan scam

3. Lihat no hp apabisa di telphone atau hanya via sms , ada beberapa yg memberikan no untuk sms dan tlph yg terpisah ada juga yg 1 no untuk keduanya. No yg hanya sms saja ” Perlu di curigai “

4. Lihat dan catat no rekekning yg ditampilkan pada website.Hati hati disinilah kita harus sangat waspada !!!

5. Carilah informasi di search google dengan menulis nama website apabila banyak yg memberi konfirmasi bahwa itu adalah penipuan , anda beruntung belum melakukan transaksi yg membuat uang kalian hilang tanpa kepastian

6. Cari tahu pemilik web tersebut dengan menulis ” whois.sc/nama web “

7. Kebenaran alamat tempat harus di pertimbangkan.apabila jauh tanyalah pada sanak saudara disana yg sekiranya ada di wilayah tersebut.

8. Simpan data konfirmasi bahwa anda diminta melakukan transfer pembayaran dan simpan struk transfer anda apabila melalui ATM sebagai bukti

Apabila anda tealh tertipu dan telah melakukan transfer dan dalam waktu 1 x 24jam ( tanpa konfirmasi yg jelas dari pemilik web tersebut ) belum juga di aktifasi atau di kirim deposit tersebut maka dapat di pastikan bahwa itu ” PENIPUAN ” tindakanan yang harus anda lakukan :

1. Datang lah ke bank untuk meminta saran dan memberikan konfirmasi bahwa nasabah atas nama ” X ” telah melakukan tidakan penipun kepada anda dengan memberikan struk transaksi transfer via ATM. untuk bank mandiri anda akan di beri saran agar melaporkan tidakan tersebut ke polisi untuk memperoleh surat laporan karena hal tersebut menyangkut rek seorang nasabah.

2. Melapor ke pihak berwajib dan melaporkan tndakan tersebut.

3. Berikan surat laporan dari kepolisian ke pihak bank agar dapat di proses secepatnya.

Disini korban hanya berusahan mencari informasi namun tidak menjamin pihak bank dapat mengembalikan uang anda karena kebijakan setiap bank tidak menjamin hal tersebut.Tujuan anda adalah Agar tidak ada korban – korban berikutnya kembali.Apabila itu menjadi rejeki anda insyallah akan kembali kepada anda.

meski tips ini masih sangat simple, semoga dapat membantu ^^

Hati – Hati Penipuan Dealer Pulsa

if this life were a dream, how would you interpret it?
-harold klemp, living ECK master (loosely quoted)

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the only difference between dreams and reality is
the only difference between dreams and reality.
god constructed one and we constructed the other
(and we are all god). 
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyour blinkers are out and
you’re giving false signals to hapless young men
in bars.  ever notice the coincidence and wonder if
you’re inadvertently flirting in reality’s only dream?