“Canto por no llorar,
Sufro por tu querer…
Sonrío por no romper
Sonrisa sin placer
Un mundo nuevo llegara
Solo falta esperar
La soledad no devorará mi alma
Solo falta esperar
La felicidad me abrazará
Solo queda esperar”
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Google’s new privacy policy in effect today: ‘Accept, or decline and be banished’
Today, Google implements its new privacy policy and terms of service. If you use any of Google’s products and services–from Gmail, to Google, to YouTube–”this stuff matters”, as Google has been telling its users in notices for weeks. “The main change is for users with Google Accounts,” the company explains in a post on the official Google Blog. “Our new Privacy Policy makes clear that, if you’re signed in, we may combine information you’ve provided from one service with information from other services. In short, we’ll treat you as a single user across all our products, which will mean a simpler, more intuitive Google experience.”
Critics, however, say combining all the user data from your various Google accounts has another big effect: Google gets to assemble a very detailed dossier on you–including some bits of information that you might prefer to keep private.As the Electronic Frontier Foundation explains, “search data can reveal particularly sensitive information about you, including facts about your location, interests, age, sexual orientation, religion, health concerns, and more.”
As Nick Mediati writes on PC World, “this grand consolidation means that all of your Google account data will live in a single database that every Google service can access. Google Maps will have access to your Gmail data, which will have access to your YouTube history, and so on.”
So. Can you simply opt out? No, you can’t. As one writer put it, “you can accept, or decline and be banished.”
“Google’s new privacy announcement is frustrating and a little frightening,” Common Sense Media chief executive James Steyer told The Washington Post. “Even if the company believes that tracking users across all platforms improves their services, consumers should still have the option to opt out — especially the kids and teens who are avid users of YouTube, Gmail and Google Search.”
The EFF recommends people with Google accounts disable their web history. (You can get step-by-step directions to do that here) It won’t keep Google from collecting and keeping information about you, but it will limit what Google does with that information, including having your info “partially anonymized after 18 months.”
PC World‘s Mediaiti describes another way of protecting yourself from Google’s new all-in policy, which he calls “the nuclear option.” Essentially, you delete all your Google accounts. You lose everything, though it’s not entirely clear what Google gets rid of when you hit “delete.” What is clear is that the company will no longer complile new information about you.
Google’s new privacy policy in effect today: ‘Accept, or decline and be banished’.
Let’s Chat over Coffee- Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Thinking why he said yes to Bradley, Colin waddled to the music department at 6:00pm, in his tight black pea coat, black jeans, gray polo and black converse. “He told me he would be in the second floor… but those are cubicles, not ensemble classrooms.” Thought Colin out loud. Passing through a few cubicles, he saw a big classroom with the door slightly opened, there he could see Bradley from the narrow space from the door, Bradley was singing something as he carefully opened the door, tip-toed his way into the room and listened to Bradley sing.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It’s a quarter after one I’m a little drunk & I need you now
Said I wouldn’t call but I lost control and I need you now
And I don’t know why I could do without
I just need you now
Colin smiled as he saw Bradley do a concert like jam and the end, and started clapping, startling Bradley. Colin started to laugh as he said “Nice tune… I know you need me now so you won’t fail your literature class. So Mr. Musician, are we going to talk here, am I going to listen to the rest of your concert or do you want my help?” Said Colin in a teasing tone. “How long have you been there?” Asked Bradley embarrassed of what just happened. “Not long, just saw the ending.” “Oh… good. The rehearsal got cancelled so I got stayed here. I thought of calling you but I didn’t know if you had something. Wanna get some coffee?” Said Bradley as he packed and grabbed his luggage. “Sure. I’m running low on caffeine. Do you need help? You got a lot of things…” Said Colin as he took a good look of everything Bradley had on. “No thanks, I’m used to it. Dad said I would be better just as a singer. No luggage, thank God I didn’t decide to be a percussionist.” Laughed Bradley.
Entering Perk’s (even better than her “cousin” Starbucks), Colin goes to the line as Bradley chooses two black leather sofas with a coffee table in between close to the window. Bradley was placing his guitar, bag and his 3-inch portfolio carefully as Colin thought “Thank God I didn’t decide to study music, my bag is heavy as it is, but maybe I wouldn’t have had such a bad time… I was a pianist, after all.” As Bradley approaches Colin with one of his “award-winning smiles straight out from a magazine” Colin starts talking “I don’t know how you can walk all around campus with all of that. I would die-” “You get used to it. And besides, since you’re a pianist you don’t have to be with all of that. You just go to the room, sit and play your heart out, don’t cha’? Bradley smirks as Colin blushes “You remembered…” “Hey, it’s not everyday you get to know a student from a world-renowned pianist. Since when did you start playing the piano, though? Why did you leave, I mean with a mentor like that you would be competing against 5 year old Asians in Italy or France.” Bradley says as they reach the Brittany, the perky blonde cashier, as he orders a medium cinnamon dolce latte and a cinna cinna bum bum for him and a medium black coffee, no sugar for Colin. Surprised, Colin utters in disbelief: “How did you know my coffee order?” Bradley smiling replies “We’re here almost every day at more or less the same time. I’m surprised you don’t know ~mine~ and do you want the two bagels you always order with your medium strong black coffee, Mr. Emerys?” “No it’s ok. You don’t need to-” “Wait… scratch the cinnamon bum and give me 4 bagels. Two regular, one with some pumpkin spice and the other with some cinnamon sugar.” Said Bradley as Colin looked at the wood flooring cheeks red. “You ~need~ to try those bagels, I don’t know about you but there’s a way their coffee melds with the flavors of their bagels… it should be illegal.” Said Bradley. “That’s why I eat them every time I get here.” “So, what is it that you don’t understand about your Lit class that you need my help. Let’s go over where you left your things before they steal your guitar, you can tell me as we wait for the coffee.” Said Colin as he slightly pushed Bradley to their seats.
“Right.” Said Bradley to himself as his face turned from happiness to sorrow and frustration. Colin watched Bradley closely as he thought what was so hard that Bradley was so frustrated. “So I’m taking the class with Dr. Ellis and I don’t get it… no matter how I study… I fail his tests, he thinks asks the most insignificant details from the selections and it’s frankly killing me. I can’t fail this class, or anyone whatsoever, if not they will revoke my scholarship.” Bradley sighed frustrated. “Ok, don’t think you’ll fail. Just tell me what are the selections you need to read.” Said Colin encouragingly. Bradley took out his book and notes when Brittany called their names. “I’ll get it. You can start looking through my notes, if you can understand them. There’s a post-it with the selections, its neon so you can’t miss it.” Said Bradley.
Bradley got what they ordered and for a second he unconsciously started at Colin. The way his cheekbones looked in the lighting, his paleness, bed hair and the fact that Colin looked adorable. He thought of how Colin was always dressed in black and still he looked beautiful. Wait… Did I just think Colin was… BEAUTIFUL?! Pendragon… calm yourself and act cool. You can’t think of him that way. He’s just here to help you with a test, nothing more nothing less. As he was walking toward Colin, he felt that the Earth rotated slightly. Having no idea what was happening until he heard a crash on the floor and a sharp pain in his ankle. Colin asked if he was ok, but Bradley was still in denial of what happened. He tried to get up but recoiled at the sudden pain that made him hiss. Um… sorry. Don’t know what happened. Did I trip over something? Bradley said. The only thing that was heard in the coffee shop was Colin laughter at the scene that played before him.
Let’s Chat Over Coffee Chapter 4
Two weeks pass as Colin looks at the picture of the cup that’s carefully placed in his night stand, as some priced possession sighing as he, failing tries to think of something else. Should I call him? Even though it’s been two weeks? I saw an episode by the Millionaire Matchmaker that the first 48 hours are the crucial and that I shouldn’t give it away…Wait… what the hell am I thinking. I didn’t go on a date with Bradley… ergh! Snap out of it Emerys. It’s been two weeks, he forgot about me. Just stop behaving like a twelve year old! As Colin tried to not think about Bradley and focus on his essay due tomorrow, because obviously he spent the time he ~should have dedicated to his paper he dedicates (as usual) in reading fan fiction of Doctor Who, watch America’s Next Top Model (‘cause Tyra Banks is fierce as hell and would beat Naomi Campbell in a model off), Project Runway, Misfits (‘cause Simon and Alisha could have it all!) and The Devil wears Prada (‘cause Meryl Streep is flaw-free and Anne Hathaway looked beautiful in those Dolce and Gabbana dresses ). Staring at the paper for the fifth time and hating his “European” professor he looked at his laptop and his thesis statement. This is so stupid. Why do I have to do this essay in the first place and why did tell him I would do an analysis of Les Sœurs Rondoli instead of Une Vie? Just as he wanted to throw his laptop to the ground and flip his desk in frustration. Just as he wanted to scream, his blackberry started to ring.
Maintenant je maudis le jour où j’t’ai rencontré,
J’aurais pas dû te regarder
Si t’es plus là tous ces souvenirs
Qu’est c’que j’en fais, je veux juste t’oublier
Tout ce qu’il me reste
C’est juste une photo de toi,
Juste une photo de toi,
Juste une photo de toi
Colin looked at his cellphone incredulously, he didn’t know the number but he had a feeling that he had to pick it up. Picking his phone tentatively he answered. Allô? “Um hi. Is this Colin’s phone? It’s Bradley” Said Bradley confused and dreading he called Colin. Damn it maybe Rachel gave me the wrong number just to mess with me! Thought Bradley. “Um. Hi, sorry… yeah it’s me I was just doing a French paper and once I start I continue to think in French and it takes a while to change back… um… Wassap?” Trying to sound as calm and collected while he tripped over his bag as he was standing up, thinking that would give him more confidence.
“Ok, ok. Sorry I’m calling, I asked Rachel to give me your number I kinda wanted to talk to you. My English lit professor just gave me the list for my final test and I’m sort of freaking out, ‘cause I don’t understand the material. I was wondering if you had some free time and help me out. If you can I can pay you.” Said the musician. Trying to recollect himself and trying not to hyperventilate, Colin replied “Um sure, but finals aren’t like in a month. Have you at least read your selections?” “Yeah I’m in the middle of three and I finished two and I’m kind of struggling with these… I asked Rachel, but she was busy and she told me to ask you…” Bradley’s voice trailed. “Oh my God, that Rachel. I’m going to kill her next time I see that bitch! Thought Colin as he casually responded, “Well, sure I could help you out. I can’t right now ‘cause I’m in the middle of writing a paper I have for tomorrow. I’m free tomorrow, if it’s urgent.” “Yes, that would be amazing. I have rehearsals up until like 6-ish, so maybe if you like we can meet wherever you like.” Said Bradley a bit too exited for his sake, doing a little jump and his guitar fell making startling Bradley. “What was that?” asked Colin. “Just my guitar, I didn’t secure it well apparently” Lied Bradley “So where should we meet?” Asked Bradley. “Well first of all I need to know the list, to know even if I can actually help you. Tomorrow at 6:30 at Perk’s?” Asked Colin. “Sure.” Said Bradley. “Let’s chat over coffee, my treat.”
Briser mon cœur
Break my heart
Shatter my smile
Make me feel
as if I was another lad
Shut me down
Make me cry
Shatter my soul
To see if I survive
Knock on my door
To shut it back again
Leave me to die
In this miserable place
Exile me
Make me numb
Shatter the dreams
of you and I
What if I want you?
But you decide to quit
After all these amazing days
After all those “I will make you stay”
Eradicate my existence
Destroy my soul
For once you’re gone
I’ll be gone for good
Orange Moonlight Sky
As she clutches the moon in her arms
She dwells in her universe of sound
Pale moon against her fingers
Sounds of Lament from her sisters
Light breaking the Darkness
As snow-like skin
Caresses the molasses colored blanket
Twists and turns
Drowned dreams
Muffled speech
The moon slowly flickers
Beside her feet
Light Orange penetrates the moon
Below her soul a restful Earth resounds
Owls, Crickets and Coquís sing:
“Peace on Earth, let mankind sleep!”
As this ambiance shines trough
The sun, it all it’s glory, seeps through
As the lone Virgin lulls to sleep
As the lone Virgin falls asleep.
José Clavell Acosta
2011®
Whispers of Heavenly Death
WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur’d I hear;
Labial gossip of night—sibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascending—mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
Ripples of unseen rivers—tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?) 5
I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses;
Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing;
With, at times, a half-dimm’d, sadden’d, far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.
(Some parturition, rather—some solemn, immortal birth: 10
On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable,
Some Soul is passing over.)
-by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
“Se”
Heart racing
Palms sweating
Feet kicking
A final cadence plays
A bow that surely says
Time’s up
You’re up …
Moderator stands
Time’s up
No turning back
She introduces the song
Silence ensues
As a reminder of what I must do
Why am I so nervous?
It’s because you are there…
My friends and my family
And everybody I care for…
Legs flailing
My body shaking and I
Must stay cool and collected
It’s not my first time…
A head nod
He starts to play
Arpeggios fill the sky
As my body churns inside
Sighing and breathing slow
It’s all I’ve wanted so go
Share your talent with them
As God’s admiration he pushes
All my fears away
Piano e seguro de ti
I start to sing
Santa Cecilia
Don’t fail me now
I close my eyes
And start to express…
“Respiriamo insieme…”
I go silent
As the piano continues to play
The invisible violins, violas,
cellos and basses materialize
A forte plays on the violin “Protagonista del tuo amor
non se so sia magia o realta”
as the bel canto ensues
Expressing everything
the public looks at me
as I finish this amore melodía
Heart racing
Hands shaking
Palms sweating
Claps break the final chord
A smile on my face
A bow and present he who accompanied me in aria
All for you …
This night has been
José A. Clavell Acosta
2011
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i A sequence of notes or chords comprising the close of a musical phrase.
ii Notes of a chord played in succession.
iii Patron Saint of Musicians.
iv “Cinema Paradiso (Se)” Lyrics written Ennio Morricone.
v Cinema Paradiso (Se) Lyrics written Ennio Morricone.
vi A lyrical style in singing
vii A group of notes that sound together.
viii A long, accompanied song.
sleep
Silence….
Destiny’s calling ….
Playground rocking
Children playing
Head swaying
Battling menace
The wind sweeping
Rocking the cradle
Resisting peace
Close your eyes
…and fall asleep.
Jose A. Clavell ®
To get full effect or grasp, please listen to Eric Whitacre’s “Sleep”
Rubies over Canvas
Silver lover enticing
Enchanting sound your
Me reflection at my looking
As you follow I unto the white land
winds Autumn fly with clear crystal
snow. Rubies canvas drop on the white
pink ice crystals Warm on a body slither
You arrive too late.
Too it late was
turn Can’t back.
Whishing embraced me you
as the last cloud of life l e f t
Tell you I must
sorry I am…
gems My
too fall, Embrace last
at last… Will I
you see soon? Together at last
as Chopin’s Maestoso Allegro in E minor
falls to the sky.
Listen to Chopin’s Piano Concerto in E minor Op.11
(First Movement)
The art of musical poetry 