Friday, April 28, 2006

Uribe no!!!! no de nuevo...

Bien amigos, como todos lo sabemos nuestro querido presidente pretende ser reelegido, y como en el cine, en la politica las segundas partes no son buena (epecialmente si la primera parte es un remedo de cinta). La lista de segundones en el mundo es inmensa y no es necesario escribirla. Aca en latinoamerica tenemos muchos ejemplos, pero para no ir muy lejos, Senhor Uribe pilas y va y termina como Fujimori...recuerde que usted no puede pedir asilo polititco en Japon, quizas en Finlandia o Genova (Quindio). Asi que por favor senhor Uribe.!!!! Piss Off!...
No sera hora que Colombia este a tono con sus hermnos latinoamericanos, Brasil, Venezuela, Uruguay, Argentina, Bolivia entre otros que estan dando el giro?. Recuerde senhor Uribe cual fue el unico pais de la region que apoyo la invasion a Irak... eso nos da una pequenha prueba de donde estan nuestros aliados.

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Sunday, April 23, 2006

Stand still like the hummingbird

Yesterday, looking for a book to buy I found by chance "Stand Still like the hummingbird" by Henry Miller, one of my favourite writers. This book collects a series of essays and short stories which settle Miller's personal philosophy of life.

Amidst the selection of stories one can find in this book I want to mention "Money and how it gets that way" which is a parody of "economics" provoked by a post card from Ezra Pound, "The angel is my watermark" and "First Love". Albeit I have not finished yet reading the book I want to mention the very first story in the book: "The hour of man" This essay conveys a great sense of spirituality, it is simple in words but complex in concepts. The more I read Henry Miller the more I realise the mastery of this genious of the literature.

For all those whose are not familiar with Mr Miller, here there is a excerpt from "tropic of Cancer", just to give an example of Miller's prose (regarded for being obscene and pornographic -well in the 30's everything was considered immoral-).

At night when I look at Boris' goatee lying on the pillow I get hysterical. O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs? There is a bone in my prick six inches long. I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, Tania, big with seed. I will send you home to your Sylvester with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out. Your Sylvester! Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt. I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania, I make your ovaries incandescent. Your Sylvester is a little jealous now? He feels something, does he? He feels the remnants of my big prick. I have set the shores a little wider, I have ironed out the wrinkles. After me you can take on stallions, bulls, rams, drakes, St. Bernards. You can stuff toads, bats, lizards up your rectum. You can shit arpeggios if you like, or string a zither across your navel. I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked. And if you are afraid of being fucked publicly I will fuck you privately. I will tear off a few hairs from your cunt and paste them on Boris' chin. I will bite into your clitoris and spit out two franc pieces.... (read more)

Texto en espaniol.
"Por la noche cuando contemplo la perilla de Boris reposando sobre la almohada, me pongo histérico. ¡Oh, Tania! ¿Dónde estarán ahora aquel cálido coño tuyo, aquellas gruesas y pesadas ligas, aquellos muslos suaves y turgentes? Tengo un hueso en la picha de quince centímetros. Voy a alisarte todas las arrugas del coño, Tania, hinchado de semen. Te voy a enviar a casa con tu Sylvester con dolor en el vientre y una matriz vuelta del revés. ¡Tu Sylvester! Sí, él sabe encender un fuego, pero yo sé inflamar un coño. Disparo dardos ardientes a tus entrañas, Tania, te pongo los ovarios incandescentes. ¿Está un poco celoso tu Sylvester ahora? Siente algo, ¿verdad? Siente los rastros de mi enorme picha. He dejado un poco más ancha las orillas. He alisado las arrugas. Después de mí, puedes recibir garañones, toros, carneros, ánades, san bernardos. Puedes embutirte el recto con sapos, murciélagos, lagartos. Puedes cagar arpegios, si te apetece, o templar una cítara a través de tu ombligo. Te estoy jodiendo, Tania, para que permanezcas jodida. Y si tienes miedo a que te jodan en público, te joderé en privado. Te arrancaré algunos pelos del coño y los pegaré a la barbilla de Boris. Te morderé el clítoris y escupiré dos monedas de un franco..." de "Tropico de cancer". (leer mas)

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Saturday, with a ocean of alcohol in my veins.!!!

Yes it is Saturday and I can barely remember what in the hell happened last night... yes Janis: What good can drinking do? but we love it.... I think I had a bottle of cognac, few beers, and when my flatmate arrived I gave to her a glass of white wine -also i had another one-. -Volan volan!!! are you alright? you are making strange noises...- she said

-What's up- I amjust drunk and I think I am doctor Zoiberg from Futurama - i replied-

-volan you need help!!!- she said

-no i do not need help, look I can drink it all on my own- I replied again having a sip of cognac.

Oh shit! it hurts... this saturday is like a fucking rubber band, it is not gonna finish ever ever ever.... it is too sunny but cold, and i can't see properly...
It is believed that some people see double when they are drunk... I am that miserable that when i am drunk i can see just half. it is rubbish... Ahhhhh!..... I can't be bother to cook anything.
breakfast at 2:00pm

1 sausage. (frozen)

2 spoonful of rice (cold and soggy)

1 bowl of salad (Too healthy, to tasteless)
2 bottles of water.

1 cup of coffe.

It is just a boring day....
Volan volan you need help... No dear i dont.... i am a loser!


I am a loser darling do not try to change my life, i do not want. I do not want a girlfriend, a tv, a whashing machine, a decent meal every morning, a healty lifestyle, a lover, a car. I will carry on this crap life. crap food. crap relationships crap job crap crap I have an incredible dextery to fuck up relationships. I am master a PhD in the art of losing. M. came around the other day, she wanted to help me but i almost chopped her head off, so basically she said:

I do not want to talk to you anymore, u get it? never ever in my life

so i said to her....

rite rite, so please do not make noise before you leave, and make sure the door is properly locked

Yes... I fucked up, i cannot come back to her with a bunch of yellow flowers seeking forgiveness... no! i do not deserve that, though she deserves it. Im a loser, and it is my natural condition. Dont need a car. I have got my bicy. Dont need a woman. I cant give anything. And I do not have anything to give up!.... As this is a boring post i just decided to put a picture i found in the web.... it is a nice funny one.

CK CK CK CK CK I whish you were here, I whish you could take all my fucking blues out of me and put it into a bin bag, but you are not here, neither am I.



Tuesday, April 11, 2006

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Saturday, April 08, 2006

Deir Yassin Day 2006

Yesterday during my shift I took a little walk from Bond Street station towards Marble Arch tube station. Quite close to Marks & Spencer I saw a bunch of protestors clustered into a kind of square made of metalic handrails.

There were about thirty people singing and holding
flags from Israel, also there was guy outside the square delivering some leaflets to general public. As I saw the guy I tried to approach but there was another lad standing proudly holding an U.S.A flag!, that fact halted me.

I decided to keep on
walking and ignored the leaflet. Few meters ahead I saw another group similar to the one I metioned above, exactly the same situation -but this time whithout the annoying U.S.A's flag-. I have to mention that this small group was right in front of Marks & Spencer and they were demostrating against that company.

And old man came to me and gave a leaflet. I took
them and read'em when I was back in the tube. The The papers egg on people to join the Intifada and announces -beforehand- the triumph of it.

Something that has got my attention is this excerpt from one of the leaflets.

"Deir Yassin Day 2006"
On Friday April 9 1948, the peaceful Palestinian village of Deir Yassin was attacked by Jewish terrorist. By the end of that day over one hundred Palestinian men, women and children lay dead...One year later, its cemery bulldozed and its inhabitants fled, the village was renamed and repopulated with Jewish immigrants.
Like Palestine itself, Deir Yassin was no more."

I read some other interesting facts here.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Hey gamers!!!

The other night, surfing on the net I came across an interesting website in which people can play online a series of classic arcade games for free, yet you have to insert a quarter (I reckon those games are from the late 70's).

"Select your favorite game now to experience the original sights, sounds and gameplay that made these games arcade classics!!!"
is the poignant banner that Midway Arcade uses to attract people.

I have spent some nights playing around with those games, so do not hesitate and have a go!.

The image on the right is from "tapper". This game revolves around a guy delivering beer to thirsty customers, whose once have finished their bevy sent the empty glass back to the guy, the aim of the game is to keep the drunkards happy and catch all the empty glasse on the bars. Beside this game Midaway Arcade offers other games namely "Bubbles", "Defender I", "Defender II" and "Robotron 2084" just to mention a few.


Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Goin' mad blues.

Okay lads... it is spring, the sun shines, it rains and it's still cold.....but summer is coming. There are more music in the blog. "what good can drinkin' do" by Janis Joplin, "black country woman" by Led Zeppelin -my favourite-, "picture book" by the Kinks -I told ya! CK finally I posted it-, "ribcage" -remeber? we used to listen to this song in summer after the beer- by elbow -this band is pretty much new but still very very good-, "space truckin'" by deep purple -because we all do love the 70's pure rock... don't we?, and finally the awesome band Cream with "sunshine of your love".

I do not think this post needs translation.



Sunday, April 02, 2006

Babel.... I really need to finish this thing soon. It is killing me

Oh God, I am very ill, I rang sick today, so I had better stay at home, it is raining out there and this bloody flu is killing me, guess what! yes... im cooking pasta and i am gonna top it up with tuna fish. -okay CK you told me one night "...tuna fish, just like your dreams..."-. What the helI!!! I really need to finish this animation whithin 15 days. I am not really sure I can make it but I will do my best.

This is just a frame, if you want to see a little bit of it click here. It takes ages to download, "it takes a train to cry" Bob Dylan said. Whoever takes a look at it just opine and let me know what you think.

By the way, I had a horrible day two days ago, bad, you know, those kind of days when you whish you had not had to get up.... but you did so then you pay the consequences...


Dios, estoy muy enfermo, tuve que llamar a la oficina y reportarme como incapacitado, mejor me quedo en casa, esta lloviendo y esta maldita gripa me esta matando, adivinen que? si, estoy cocinando pasta y la voy a rematar con una lata de atun. -si si CK me dijiste una noche..."una lata de atun, como tus suenos". Que diablos, de verdad tengo que terminar esta animacion dentro de los proximos quince dias. No se si pueda, pero hare hasta lo imposible.

Aqui hay solo un cuadro de la animacion, si quieren ver mas solo clikeen aqui. Toma tiempo descargarla, -it takes a train to cry- dijo Bob Dylan una vez. A los que vean este pedazo de animacion por favor dejenme conocer sus comentarios.

Aproposito, tuve un dia de perros hace dos dias, mal mal, sabes esa clase de dias en los que lo mejor es no levantarse de la cama, pero si lo haces pagas las consecuencias. Yo lo hice.!



Saturday, April 01, 2006

White Nights. by Paul Auster.


No one here,
and the body says: whatever is said
is not to be said. But no one
is a body as well, and what the body says
is heard by no one
but you.

Snowfall and night. The repetition
of a murder
among the trees. The pen
moves across the earth: it no longer knows
what will happen, and the hand that holds it
has disappeared.

Nevertheless, it writes.
It writes: in the beginning,
among the trees, a body came walking
from the night. It writes:
the body's whiteness
is the color of earth. It is earth,
and the earth writes: everything
is the color of silence.

I am no longer here. I have never said
what you say
I have said. And yet, the body is a place
where nothing dies. And each night,
from the silence of the trees, you know
that my voice
comes walking toward you.

Paul Auster.

Paul Auster is the author of Disappearances: Selected Poems (1988) which offers a large sampling from the many books of poetry he published in the 1970's. His novels include Timbuktu (1999), Mr. Vertigo (1994), Leviathan (1992), The Music of Chance (1990), Moon Palace (1989), In the Country of Last Things (1987) and the three novels known as the "New York Trilogy": City of Glass (1986), Ghosts (1986) and The Locked Room (1987). He has also written two memoirs, The Invention of Solitude (1982) and Hand to Mouth (1997), and a book of critical essays, The Art of Hunger (1992). He also wrote the screenplay for the movie Smoke (1995) and was co-director (with Wayne Wang) of Blue in the Face (1995). Most recently he wrote and directed the film Lulu on the Bridge (1998). His other works include The Random House Book of Twentieth Century French Poetry (1982), which he edited, and numerous translations of French writers and poets, including Jacques Dupin, André du Bouchet, Joseph Joubert, Stéphane Mallarmé, Phillippe Petit, Maurice Blanchot, and Pierre Clastres. In 1996, some of this work was gathered in Translations. His newest book is I Thought My Father Was God and Other True Tales from NPR's National Story Project. Among the many awards given to his work are the Morton Dauwen Zabel award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters (1990), the Independent Spirit Award for best screenplay (1996), and the Prix Médicis for the best foreign novel published in France (1992). His work has been translated into twenty-seven languages



Uno de mis autores favoritos. Mr Paul Auster. Si desean conocer sobre su obra pueden hacerlo aqui. En cualquier libreria pueden comprar una copia de "desapariciones" (1947) y leer el poema que esta arriba -pero en espanol-. Disfruten de este autor y olvidense de Paulo Cohelo. Solo agrego una cosa.... una tarde de otono venia del trabajo, pase por la biblioteca y mientras me bebia una birra lei ..."you are my absence"... la primera linea de un poema de Auster y descubri que estaba leyendo a un ode los grandes escritores norteamericanos.