by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
Hi, I don’t if you know me a bit or at all, at least as a writer. I will give you an opportunity to know something about me. What I will write in here, is the substance of my life. This substance is my father, Benito Trigos Fernandez. Since I live far away from my parents, siblings, and relatives, it is very difficult to send gifts or even to be present at family events. So I decided that father’s day is EVERY DAY as well as mother’s day.
by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
I must confess that this month’s article has not been an easy task for me. The reasons are numerous: family, work, college, and the USA. Each has played a part in this month’s article because all of it is part of my life. You may say the same thing is going on your side, so here we are trying to put everything in place, and doing so on time and out of time. I know that I may sound a bit philosophical, though I do not have such intention. Since we have touched base, let me start with the subject in matter: The 3rd Party Generation.
by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
To teach is to show and to give the necessary tools to a certain group of people like in an elementary, in a high school, or at a college level. Through the years most of us look at education as if teachers get prepared to give daily sermons to their students. Education goes beyond any given educational instructions.
Continue reading → Sensible or Senseless?: Education in the United States
by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
Foreign languages are those “mysterious” and external words to one’s own country and culture. Furthermore, languages are undoubtedly the most important accomplishments of human beings for a variety of communicative purposes. The Random House Webster’s Dictionary gives us the following definition for language: “A body of words and systems for their use common to a people of the same community or nation.”
by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
Clinton! Oh, Clinton. Before I came to this country, Mr. Bill Clinton was the president of the USA. I heard that he was the president of this part of North America, and that his wife was the one running the show. Oops, I meant the office. Then the election time came back once again in 1996. Who won it? Guess.
by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
Uncorroborated Assumptions: Today I saw a stranger, passing by at one of the coffee shops of my university and she sat behind my seat. She looked like a punk, but I don’t know. I never asked her; I just labeled her. My pragmatism embraced my bitter kindness, almost an obscenity. A punk? Hmm . . . she looked like a human being: Two legs, two eyes, two arms. She seemed to have a brain; she was writing an essay. Or was it a love letter? I don’t know. I never asked. I just assumed it all.
Continue reading → Beyond Assumptions There Are Real Matters
by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
The “whole” world has been mighty worried about the election year the country of Venezuela is having in 1998. Why is it so? It is so because after four decades and a bit more the Venezuelans have gotten super tired of false promises. We may call those false promises mere LIES.
Continue reading → Transparent Election of Governors in Venezuela
by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
Miguel de Unamuno is the writer of the masterpiece called San Manuel Bueno, mártir, Saint Manuel Good Martyr; this is one of his best works. The life of Unamuno wasn’t easy since he was always crying out for acceptance in the Spanish world. Unamuno was a native of the Basque Country, and as a consequence this didn’t count in his favor. His language and his demeanor differed greatly with the Spaniards’, people from Spain. Nevertheless, he attended the best universities and studied Spanish as much as any educated Spanish speaking person would have done it in during those years (1865-1936) in the European country of Spain.
by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
These days it seems that we are very worried about our security. Yet I know that you may be asking yourself, “What security is she talking about? Personal security? Spiritual security? Financial security?” Hmmm, let me be a bit more clear. Since the technology has taken over everything including us, we have experienced some source of security problem with our personal and private information, that type of information that you don’t want anyone to look at it because it is yours and only yours.
by Maria L. Trigos S. Gilbert
Mr. Rodin’s sculpture made me think. You and things made me think. My own sculpture made me think. So let’s think.
It surprises me a lot to observe how cautious and precise we are in selecting the “right words,” at those moments when we are trying to make a point. Do you want a vivid example? This article is one of those examples. Here I am thinking and matching my words because I want to make sense. Do I have an eloquent case? I think so! For instance, I have been pondering for some years about that famous sculpture named The Thinker. Do you recall it? Let me remind you that it was Mr. Rodin, Auguste René, who carved such a magnificent piece of art. At times I wonder the real meaning of the sculpture’s name. Wouldn’t it be better to call it “He Gave Up?” I have some others possible names in mind for that sculpture. Therefore, dear reader get comfortable, take a cup of coffee or your favorite drink. Let us start because I already feel warmed enough to keep going with this article, fingers warmed enough.
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