Hello, my name is Sophia and I am a teacher of English in Ancient Olympia, Greece. Welcome to my blog!

Friday, January 18, 2013

Prick your finger on a spinning wheel

Being with you here,
in this room

is like groping through a mirror
whose glass has melted
to the consistency
of gelatin

You refuse to be
(and I)
an exact reflection, yet
will not walk from the glass,
be separate.

Anyway, it is right
that they have put
so many mirrors here
(chipped, hung crooked)
in this room with its high transom
and empty wardrobe; even
the back of the door
has one. 

I want the circle
The circle game, Margaret Atwood

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Digo la verdad si es que tu la sabes

This is not the laptop you're looking for.... 

Instead, it is hot, spicy, salty and sweet, much like life...

Crumbly bits and all! :-D
"Sophia's loot" has landed after a loooong journey from Mexico (seriously, almost a month? A MONTH???) to follow up the previous loot from Argentina... Who says that Christmas is over? :-P 

My preciousssssssssssssssssssssssss...., Ernesto, abrazos!!!!

Monday, January 14, 2013

The leaves they move like poetry

 “In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” 
Margaret Atwood 


The Moment

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
Margaret Atwood


Arkham City? Hm..... :-D

Wednesday, January 02, 2013

The story moved on...

When going to buy A Clash of Kings in Greek, as a nameday present, turns you into a spectacle at Ianos, because, right next to it, the Greek translation of  The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss, quietly awaits the clueless observer... Ok, I admit jumping up and down holding the book and making weird happy noises might have been a bit too much, but hey, I DID keep myself from holding the book over my head and shouting "My precioussssssssssss"... And this is how the past year ended! :-)

This is CS50, and, finally, the beginning of the project in Scratch, for which many ideas festered, but only one got to actually getting a life!! (Seriously, I should visit the translated fantasy section  in bookstores, more often!) :-D

And this is what the New Year gave life to... A bundle of Scratching and Kvotheing... :-D

Futile attempts from ahem... serious(?) and responsible(?) adults to stop me taking a picture of the cover for Pat's blog.

Ahm... guys... is THIS the best you can do?? :-PPPPPPPPPPPPP

Cause you know....

I'm not easily deterred!! And I'm addicted to Kvotheing... :-D