"Frankenstein"; or, "The Modern Prometheus" by Mary Shelley

Finally, I am going to talk about my favorite book, Frankenstein.

It is probably that everyone knows the story, so I won't tell you what is it about, but I will tell you how it was written, and about who wrote the story (Frankenstein is probably one of the only ones romantic figures that have not been prostituted and murdered, for example, the vampire, the wolf-man, the elves, the dwarf, etc.)

On 1913 (The Summerless year) Mary Shelley and her husband Percy made a visit to their friend Lord Byron (Yes, the romantic poet) on Villa Diodati, Switzerland. So, that stormy night, this three friends and the Byron's Doctor, John Polidori, started reading German Horror Stories, and at last Byron challenged everyone to compose a story. So, this day Polidory wrotte a short tale that served him to compose "The Vampire" (The first vampires's story). Mary didn't can write a complete story, but that night, she started to develop an terrific idea for a story. And like always, inspiration came, and when Mary listened his husband's conversation with Polidori about the probability of come alive death animals, She had the missing piece of the story. But there was a slowly process, and it was just on 1831 when she finished the story, with Percy's help.

But What about Mary's life? I think that the origin of the story is so fantastic, overcoat if we reads about it now, because we now about vampires a lot, and we know how important is Lord Byron for the universal literature, and know that all this things had the same origin is exciting. But Mary Shelley's life is a different story too. But it is another story.

Andrey Vahrushew, Reflection

This pictura has been my favourite picture since a long time ago. I don't know so much about the photographer, because he's so low-perfil, and the only ways to find his work is throught web photo catalogs. I know that his nickname is "Reno", he is thirty six years old and lives in Riga (Letonia). The picture shows de reflection of a tree on the water, with slow pink petals on the surface. The first time I saw it was when I was nearly fifteen years old. But it was just a coincidence, because I was searching for another thing, and it appears on the screen and I just loved it. The image represents for me more than just a reflection from the tree on the water. In the moment I saw it for the first time, it was a reflection from me. And I know that it can sounds so depressive and twee, but I was in the age that we are slaves of emotion and hormone, so I put it on a .rar archive and I uploaded it to my hotmail. And one day, two years ago, clenaning my mailbox I found it. But I didn't have the name of the photo or photographer, so I tried puting the name of the archive (Was a number serie, like 34582465-sm) and google found it!. It is the story how I found Audrey Vahrushew's work. And this is why nobody knows nothing about him, because he is so independent. And he lives so far away from here, too. When I found it at last was since five years ago (so-so) and the photo was already taken since a lot time ago. So I don't know when He took the photo. But the oldest comment is from 2004. And that's all I found about when he took it. When I was a child, I lived on a very rainy place. On Rio Bueno, it rains all the year, and doesn't matter if it is spring or winter, or if there is the biggest sun on the sky or not. It just rains. So, we can go walking down the street with the sun above our heads, and when it rains we can see a beautifull rainbow. Later, everything was wet. And the air turned warm, and the birds starts singing, and the plants and flowers shows their best colours, and everything is calm. This is the feeling the pictures give me.

People are just Stupid.

Well, today I am going to criticize social system, and I will talk to you a low bit about my work. I am perishables-operator on a supermarket. Yes, and there is a lot of things I hate of it. And a pair of things I like about it, but this is not the interesting ones. The first thing I understood when I started working was that we (workers) have to deal every person like a child ( I would like to write "monkey", but it could not be fair for every person). Because they can have a neon-sign of 2x2 meters above some product, and they will ask you where the *** are the price from that product.

The second thing I understood from my job, is that to be a good manager, you have to love to make orders and have a bad treat with the new ones. So, I think that my direct manager is an ignorant, arrogant, uncoulth man.

And the third thing I understood was that you have to be nice with people, but not too much. One day, a man showed me his gastric bypass scar, and I felt sick. Another day, an old woman told me EVERYTHING about her romantic bed life, and I felt sick again. And another day, a man started telling me (screaming) why he thinks that the bread was so expensive, and asked me why did I put that price on them. I didn't feel sick, but I really really wanted to have a gun on that moment, not for me. I want to straight that I cant escape from the clients, so I am just a victim :(.

My conclusion is that there are two posibilities about the relationship between me and people that buys on the supermarket:

1: I am a misanthropist person

2: I am not envolved on the people's foolishness, and being stupid is the only way people can be happy.

3: Is not people's fault. Chilean system makes people inhibit their brain, so chilean people are unthinking being.