I have recently found a diary of mine from 2013. I was 15. This is a page from it:
love me so much that I could compare your love to the immensity of pi. do not be as heartless as a stone: spell my name on a sleepy tone, as if there no end had to be.
There were also some quotes from the songs that I used to listen back then and I guess I just tried to make a connection between them:
and If you love me, I’ll make you a star in my universe and you’ll spend everyday shining your light my way; and if the world was on fire, no one could save me but you. and then it would only be you who I would like to run with, to laugh with, to be silent with, to cry with, it would only be you who I would like to hope with, it would only be you who I would like to forgive with.
I was really trying to rememeber whom I loved so much and who could awake such strong feelings in my heart. But now I understand that this does not matter at all if that person is not in my life now. Do you know what matters? The way he made me feel. The things that I learnt from the experience. The drama. The happiness. Everything.
Teenagers. Teenage love. Is it really so different from the so-called „adult love”? Aren’t adults behaving like children or teenagers when they fall in love? Have you ever seen a man being nervous at the first date? Or a woman? I have surely seen. Love does not have an age. You do love at 3, you do love at 15, you do love at 35 and you do love at 80. The only difference is the approach of it.
The Internet is overwhelmed by articles about love, its manifestations, how to find love and other topics. Today, we talk about adolescent love in a comparative variant: how do girls love vs. how do boys love.
At a simple search in the dictionary, the first definition we find is that love involves a feeling of affection for someone or something. Nothing easier. Now, if we give this feeling a sexual aura, we get fixed to the love that interests us, the love of a couple (no matter what sexes this couple implies).
In adolescence, everything that happens to us is a controversy, a reason for revolt or ecstasy. Especially when it comes to girls.
Aww, she smiled, I’m sure I’m gonna marry this year! Oh, no, I have a pimple in my chin, my boyfriend will not kiss me anymore, and I’ll stay alone all my life!
Typical things about vagina carries at the age at which our hormones make an agonizing boom.
Reffering to boys, I think it’s obvious that adolescence for them is as if somebody gives them superhuman powers, they become dominant and very masculine, they fall in love or secretly conquer a girl.
Dress how you want to be addressed… or do not do so?
We meet hundreds of people everyday in our lives. We see the old woman with her old bag, we notice the girl wearing her expensive shoes and we also observe the poor homeless at the corner of the street, who wears a lifetime jacket. What do we think about them? „Oh, this woman needs someone to buy her a bag” or „Oh, such nice shoes! I should talk to her, she might be a nice person” or maybe „Oh, this beggar is so dirty, I should totally stay away from him”? Are these our thoughts? I might say, yes, they are. In most of the cases. But we are totally wrong. This planet is totally falling down because of its people and because of their judgements and beliefs.
From under the fur-lined peak appears, in the cold winter, a red nose, bereft of the comfort of clothes. The first day of November benumbs life in my veins, keeping me steady on the path covered by leaves. A very strong fresh air fills my lungs, and nourishes my skin with a kind of mountain health. On my face some lively beams of sun melt the frown, smoothing my forehead, emerging from the evergreen branches. They shine in the blue of my eyes; they filter through the branches like honey, pouring out yellow warmth which has the power to melt my sadness. The park is like a watercolor palette which contains rusty hues. Nature dressed up with autumnal clothes that dry on the ground, whipped by the cold season. There can be felt the edge of winter, which awaits the arrival of December in order to make its great entrance. Its crystal cloak is floating and spreading a frosty weather perfume on the realm of the last month of the fall. The cold whip has its top hung in the air of this day, biting the pedestrians` noses. Finally, the light of the sky and the lethargy of the ground join into a tango, accompanied by the people`s steaming breath.
Sister Mary Kenneth Keller (born in Ohio 1914 – the 10th of January 1985) was the first woman in the United States to obtain a PhD in Computer Science on the Inductive Interference on models generated by the computer, at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Mary Kenneth Keller, who was also a nun, contributed to the development of BASIC, a programming language widely spread in the first ages of the information technology.
Sister Mary Kenneth joined the Sister of Charity Congregation in 1932, continuing to study at the DePaul University, where she received a bachelor in mathematics, and a master degree in mathematics and physics.
In 1958, Mary Kenneth Keller started to work at the Informatics Centre of Dartmouth College, an institution where, at the respective moment, only worked men, where she participated at development of the BASIC programming language.
In 1965, after obtaining her diploma of doctor in informatics, Mary Kenneth Keller founded the Informatics Department at the Clarke College in Iowa, which she led for 20 years. The Clark College owns now the Clark Computer Centre, which comes to help the students, the members of the faculty, and the staff.
Sister Mary Kenneth Keller was passionate about ensuring the access to information for everyone, not only for the computer scientists, imagining a world where computers make people more intelligent, and able to think on their own. Thus, Sister Mary Kenneth Keller declared “For the first time, we can mechanically stimulate the cognitive process. We can make studies on artificial intelligence. Besides, this mechanism [computer] can be used to help people in the learning process. This way we will have more mature students in greater numbers, in time this way of teaching becoming more and more important.”
Ada Lovelace (born with the name of Augusta Ada Byron, on the 10th of December 1815), considered to be the first world’s programmer, was the daughter that the romantic poet George Gordon Byron, or shortly, Lord Byron, had with Anne Isabella Milbanke inside their short marriage, and she was herself an expert mathematician in a time when women did not have such practices.
Ada Lovelace never got to know her famous father, for her parents broke up immediately after her bith, and Lord Byron passed away when she was 8 years old in Greece, year 1923. Her entire life was a continuous struggle between feeling and reason, subjectivity and objectivity, poetry and mathematics, health and disease.
Ada Lovelace showed her passion for mathematics and logic ever since she was a child, her mother being the one who guided her towards these disciplines, attempting to counteract the dangerous poetic tendencies she inherited from her father. However, her skills were perfected by Augustus De Morgan, her first teacher of mathematical sciences at the University of London, and one of the people who can be held responsible for the development of the modern algebra.
At the age of 17, Ada Lovelace met Mary Somerville, a remarkable woman who translated the works of LaPlace into English, and who also encouraged her to study mathematics, but tried to place both mathematics and technology into a suitable human context.
A spiritual place which binds the past with the present on an axe of more than one thousand years, lies today under the sun of Austria, where the European monastic Christianity embodies an earthly kingdom. Melk Abbey, which is a Benedictine abbey, watches over the town of Melk from a rocky outcrop overlooking the Wachau Valley of the Danube river. Dating from 1089, the abbey was at first the residence of Leopold I, until 113 years later, his descendent, Leopold II, also Margrave of Austria, gave the castle to Benedictine monks from Lambach. Ever since, the monks have lived and worked here without interruption, thus Melk Abbey being one of the very few places which has continuously performed its function. A peculiarity that increases the value of this place is the double role it had in time, history registering it as both a secular and a theological site.
The bad, negative is to be avoided, for it brings pain. But no one is born without pain, and despite the torment, what comes next is usually bliss. Think about a couple that argues. Some people do it just because making up later brings them joy. Now, if you try to broaden the perspective, sometimes nations start wars because they want the bliss after the pain: in this case, victory!
It took great pain for a jewel of Britain to be born. And this pain is known in history as the War of the Spanish Succession. By defeating the French army in the Battle of Blenheim in the early 18th Century, the military commander of the British forces gained the Queen’s respect. Thus, the heroic deeds of the 1st Duke of Marlborough, John Churchill, were honoured by building for him Blenheim Palace on the land of the ruined Royal Manor and Park at Woodstock. The architect who laid the foundations of what is today an exquisite site was Sir John Vanbrugh.
Throughout time, the surroundings of the palace have been embellished by several architects, who have sown their seeds of creation, shaping true pieces of art. So it is that in the northern part of the Park, the Column of Victory depicts the 1st Duke of Marlborough dressed as a Roman general. Another architect, William Chambers, built the Temple of Diana, which was intended to be a small summer house. Winston Curchill, who was also born at Blenheim Palace on the 30th of November 1874, proposed to Clementine Hozier in 1098 at this very Temple. Continue reading “A Jewel of Britain, A World Heritage”
The Rarău-Giumalău Mountains represent a massif situated in the North of the Oriental Carpathians, between the Moldova and Bistriţa Valleys, and they pertain to the Bucovina Mountains. They are formed of crystalline schists and Mesozoic limestones. Their maximum height is of 1653 meters, and it is reached by the peak of The Rarău Mountain. The massif covers alpine grasslands, and here can be found the stones called “Pietrele Doamnei”, which are a natural monument.
The Giumalău Massif is situated west from the Giumalău and Chiril Spring. Its peak, situated in the central part, measures a height of 1857 meters. From here start interfluves which from plain bridges at 1000 – 1200 m and 1350 – 1450 m, ending towards the Bistriţa and Putna Slopes.
Mures is the biggest affluent of Tisa, and a main affluent of the Danube. The river, which crosses the city with the same name, springs from the Hasmasu Mare massif, drains Gheorgheni Rau Depression, and it is the left affluent of Tisa: 756 km (of which 718,5 km on Romanian territory). It also crosses the volcanic chain (through Toplita-Deda Defile), and then the Transylvanian Plateau (from north-east to south-west), and last, but not the least, it separates the Poiana Rusca Mountains from the Apuseni Mountains through the Deva-Rodna defile.
Mures is a river that flows between Romania and Hungary, marking on a portion of 22.3 km the Romanian-Hungarian border. It is considered one of the most significant rivers of the Carpathian basin, for the length of the main course is of 780 km of which 28.130 km2, respectively 761 km, are included on the Romanian territory. The main affluents of Mures are Târnava, Arieş, Sebeş, Cugir and Cerna.