Yesterday I was able to, surprinsingly enough, do a lot of stuff. I was at work till late trying to come up with some last minutes solutions to a design, and doing a bunch of things that were supposed to be already done. The amazing part was that, although I was quite productive at work, I was able to write on the blog, email a while, hang out at the shoutbox and even annoy a couple of friends sending them a funny mp3 file. (right Sergio?). He he he.
So, I guess it comes down to focus and organizing your self if you want to get stuff done. That is, if you want to get stuff done. Other wise, we can just keep on having fun.
I hate designing for people with bad taste... It's like I just know what they want since the beginning, yet every fiber in my is screaming NO WAY. I do this cool proposals, good ones, and that other designers actually like. Then, the review comes and I get phrases like: it's too empty!, I want a collage with this and this and this and this... And this. DAMN!!... Why is it that people think nice clean designs are equal to less work?. It is actually harder to come up with a good minimalist layout than to just saturate your freaking eyes!!...
Then, I do the stuff I know they will like... I get praises such as: great!, that is what I was looking for!, all those pictures and the computers and the colors!, great!!. I feel like a graphic-whore those times, just satisfying the customer...
Those things don't ever show in my portfolio.
- sigh -
ps. The one good thing is that I did my first hooker yesterday in GTA... He he he. Rocking that car felt good. (The PS2 was the best buy ever).
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Monday, November 29, 2004
Money spending and schoolgirls dancing (glued back)
Probably it was the whole thanksgiving shopping and Black Friday that got stuck into me too because of "hearing" Mishka and Luna talk about it and all, but the thing is that this past week quite a lot of my money disappeared. Just like that. Argh!!...
I mean, Thursday I got this pretty cool Mogwai CD, ok, decent buy, worth it. Then on Friday night I got the one from Maria Barracuda, I really wanted it and it was there. Of course I decided to visit Comic Castle too, and of course I walked out of there with new comics!!!!... But Saturday?. Saturday was a bit too much. I got a PS2, games, and a pellets gun. DAMN!!... What got into me?!?!?!?... Am I bragging?. No, really, I am not... I actually do feel guilty!. Why?!. Damn. Anyway, I will consider it as early Christmas presents for my self... Hmmm... Yes, that idea kind of set things right.
Now I fear about what will become of my time... With a console such as a play station, and good games... -sigh- My quite limited social life will really be gone for good.
Anyway, yes... Friday night I went with Victor to Comic Castle, and while looking through the comics I got a phone call. "unidentified number". Yay, Mishka!. He he he. Who cares about comics, or the friend I was talking with, or my brother?!?!. An international call is always a priority right?. He he he. Eventually though I was taken back to reality, or as much reality as a comic books store can offer. I found the 1st TPB of The Invisibles, and I have been meaning to read it for a while. Let's see how it is. The only problem is that my "to read" list is huge, and I have way too much stuff on the queue... :-S
Isn't it always an issue about lack of time?. O.o
After the comics store we saw Pancho, and went to this CD store... Argh. That's when I got the Maria Barracuda one. My brother is the one who wanted to go there, but at the end the walked out empty handed. Mal, mal, mal. Then we went to "La Paloma" and had a pretty fun talk!!... He he he. At some point Pancho and Victor talked about "kissing techniques" and I was so amused by it!. It is so true!!... Why do a lot of people believe that moving the tongue all over is great?, or that it is only about that?!. Ha ha ha ha. Just thinking about it makes me smile again. He he he. We talked a bit about relationships, this new one that Pancho is in, etc. Good times.
The only "not-good times" bit was when, while we were looking at this table with about 15 guys and gals, I said something like:
Eventually we were back at home. Victor invited Blanco to stay over, play Magic and whatnot. I joined them for a while, but Morpheus got the best of me, and demanded his fare. (which means I went to bed... in plain terms, he he he).
Saturday...
... Ahhh!!... Isn't it nice to be waken up by a bastard clapping in your room, another pulling away your blankets, and them both opening the blinds and letting a ton of light in?!... Victor and Blanco are so nice!!... :-D ... Right ¬_¬ .
Whatever, we were all up and ready to go to San Juan de Dios!. Yay!. We picked Erik up, and headed to the largest Market in Latin America. Erik and Blanco thought it was a good idea to leave the car at this park, and then take the subway. I didn't think it made any sort of sense, but going by the subways is fun and I hardly ever do it!, he he he, so I liked the idea either way. Not really knowing if we were getting into the correct one, we eventually got there.
I HATE CROWDS!!!... All that people smudging and squashing against each other as walking by tiny halls... If I have had a shotgun... Damn, I would have so cleared those halls!!... (Too much GTA already?).
After a while it as obvious that San Juan, although it is fayuca and all that, was way too expensive. So we went to this decent store which is just crossing the street, and there we found the PS2 super cheap and all. We got it. Not right then and there though, we all wanted to buy some pellets guns, and decided that it would be better to get those first. They are so cool!!!... He he he. It does hurt to be hit by those!. And we only got the ones that reach like 10 meters, they sold ones that could reach 291 meters!!!... Ouch!!... We only wanted them to play, and be silly, so the cheap ones will do nicely.
Then we went back to the video games store, and got our goods. Took the subway back, etc. The bit that matters is that eventually we were at Erik's back yard trying out new guns out.
They were packaged on this nice Styrofoam thingie, so we placed one on a table, standing up, and tried to shoot at it. It was great to see the things did go quite far away. But we all got super exited when I shoot the thing, and instead of it falling down, the pellet went right through it. He he he. You should have seen the look in our faces!!... Such glee!!... Yay!! Of course we started being silly and Victor asked me to shoot him. (We needed to see if they hurt you know?). Judging by his face, it did hurt!. He he he. So we all wanted to be shoot to see how they felt. Ouch. OUCH. It's not too much, but still!. Ha ha ha. All of a sudden we were divided in teams and it was Erik and my brother against Blanco and I... Good times.
We came up with rules, of course, and I actually think the next time we will be wearing goggles or something like that, to protect our eyes from being destroyed. :-S
Back at home we ate a lot, and had a lazy evening. We tried the PS of course, and all the games.
Dancing at the Bali
I felt so tried and lazy all of a sudden though, and the idea of going out didn't appeal to me at all. But I had told Allan I would go to the Bali Bar. And for some reason it felt right, and that hunch was stronger than my laziness. So at about 10:30 off I went.
We were supposed to meet there at 11, as usual I was early. The night smiled to me soon, and there was a friend that I had not seen in a while out there, talking with his primo. So I went to say hi to them. As we were talking this tall dude with a Caribbean accent and rastas approached us and talked us into going into this Axe Hot School bus. We were invited to go there, and while the two guys that I was with were thinking about it I said -sure I will!-... He he he. Of course they went in there too.
As I walked in there I was greeted by 3 great looking girls with those sexy school uniforms. I have to admit it, the marketing bastards from Axe knew what they were doing with that campaign. He he he. On the 1st floor of the bus there was this class room set up. There we were taught about all this ways to use the deodorant in order to make girls go crazy, or to keep them at bay. Riiight!. Ha ha ha. At the end we were asked some questions, and if we got them right we would be able to go upstairs. Of course we didn't. Only Jaime's primo did. Either way the teacher was nice, and she said we all should go up there!.
Up there... Wow. When you walk into a 2nd floor of a bus to can expect a lot of things. But not a room with mirrors all around, red and warm lights, a large bed with red blankets, some comfy leather couches, and what matters the most: a pole in the middle. Then this blonde girl shows up and said: "now we will show you what the axe-effect is like... no hands!", and they started dancing. Wow. O.o
I was smiling a lot... Not really because of the girls... I mean, they were great looking!. But I was amused by the entire idea of it, how odd it was... I mean, even surreal!!... My smile was not my "silly side smile"... It was more like a "sardonic I can't believe this is going on smile".
Allan was going to be a bit late, so we decided to get in there. As I was walking upstairs, I meet two girls that Blanco had introduced to me at a party. They greeted me quite nicely and all!!... He he he. The night was really smiling at me, and my hunch had been so right!. I already had 4 people to have a good time with, had seen those axe girls dance, and the guys I was supposed to meet had not even arrived yet!.
Eventually everyone showed up, and we had a blast. We were quite a bunch after all, and Blanco and I managed to freak the girls out with a couple of our steps. He he he. We danced, a lot, for hours non stop. Live music. Really great time. Damn, I was soaked by the time I took off. That's one of the things I don't like, the sweat... I need to get my self some proper clothes to go out dancing, ones that will not get like that!. Argh!. Anyway, you guessed: good times!.
Sunday?. Karaokulta meeting, everything is going great!. We have been in radio shows, there is an art expo currently showing our work, we will be at a panel in the FIL (International Book Fair), a lot of projects going on all over the place, and we are actually working on a lot of stuff that will get printed. It is nice to see it is starting to take on a life of it's own, and it's not even a year since we started!.
Ahh... life.
Anyway, off to a new week!!...
lifts up his mug and says: CHEERS PEOPLE!!...
I mean, Thursday I got this pretty cool Mogwai CD, ok, decent buy, worth it. Then on Friday night I got the one from Maria Barracuda, I really wanted it and it was there. Of course I decided to visit Comic Castle too, and of course I walked out of there with new comics!!!!... But Saturday?. Saturday was a bit too much. I got a PS2, games, and a pellets gun. DAMN!!... What got into me?!?!?!?... Am I bragging?. No, really, I am not... I actually do feel guilty!. Why?!. Damn. Anyway, I will consider it as early Christmas presents for my self... Hmmm... Yes, that idea kind of set things right.
Now I fear about what will become of my time... With a console such as a play station, and good games... -sigh- My quite limited social life will really be gone for good.
Anyway, yes... Friday night I went with Victor to Comic Castle, and while looking through the comics I got a phone call. "unidentified number". Yay, Mishka!. He he he. Who cares about comics, or the friend I was talking with, or my brother?!?!. An international call is always a priority right?. He he he. Eventually though I was taken back to reality, or as much reality as a comic books store can offer. I found the 1st TPB of The Invisibles, and I have been meaning to read it for a while. Let's see how it is. The only problem is that my "to read" list is huge, and I have way too much stuff on the queue... :-S
Isn't it always an issue about lack of time?. O.o
After the comics store we saw Pancho, and went to this CD store... Argh. That's when I got the Maria Barracuda one. My brother is the one who wanted to go there, but at the end the walked out empty handed. Mal, mal, mal. Then we went to "La Paloma" and had a pretty fun talk!!... He he he. At some point Pancho and Victor talked about "kissing techniques" and I was so amused by it!. It is so true!!... Why do a lot of people believe that moving the tongue all over is great?, or that it is only about that?!. Ha ha ha ha. Just thinking about it makes me smile again. He he he. We talked a bit about relationships, this new one that Pancho is in, etc. Good times.
The only "not-good times" bit was when, while we were looking at this table with about 15 guys and gals, I said something like:
me: dude, just to think that me and my friends will look like that in 5 years or so.I think I have an issue with growing up, and thinking of me as a responsible "young adult" making his way through life... Doesn't sound too interesting, or too much fun. Yet, if I think about it, I see that I fit in that category. So I am starting to think that it's not about being a "responsible young adult", it's about what you do "on the side" what can make it [life] interesting. He he he.
pancho: 5 years?
victor: no way man, at least like 10 years more.
pancho: what?... 10 years?... no!, they look like that now!...
me: what?... O.o ... Damn.
Eventually we were back at home. Victor invited Blanco to stay over, play Magic and whatnot. I joined them for a while, but Morpheus got the best of me, and demanded his fare. (which means I went to bed... in plain terms, he he he).
Saturday...
... Ahhh!!... Isn't it nice to be waken up by a bastard clapping in your room, another pulling away your blankets, and them both opening the blinds and letting a ton of light in?!... Victor and Blanco are so nice!!... :-D ... Right ¬_¬ .
Whatever, we were all up and ready to go to San Juan de Dios!. Yay!. We picked Erik up, and headed to the largest Market in Latin America. Erik and Blanco thought it was a good idea to leave the car at this park, and then take the subway. I didn't think it made any sort of sense, but going by the subways is fun and I hardly ever do it!, he he he, so I liked the idea either way. Not really knowing if we were getting into the correct one, we eventually got there.
I HATE CROWDS!!!... All that people smudging and squashing against each other as walking by tiny halls... If I have had a shotgun... Damn, I would have so cleared those halls!!... (Too much GTA already?).
After a while it as obvious that San Juan, although it is fayuca and all that, was way too expensive. So we went to this decent store which is just crossing the street, and there we found the PS2 super cheap and all. We got it. Not right then and there though, we all wanted to buy some pellets guns, and decided that it would be better to get those first. They are so cool!!!... He he he. It does hurt to be hit by those!. And we only got the ones that reach like 10 meters, they sold ones that could reach 291 meters!!!... Ouch!!... We only wanted them to play, and be silly, so the cheap ones will do nicely.
Then we went back to the video games store, and got our goods. Took the subway back, etc. The bit that matters is that eventually we were at Erik's back yard trying out new guns out.
They were packaged on this nice Styrofoam thingie, so we placed one on a table, standing up, and tried to shoot at it. It was great to see the things did go quite far away. But we all got super exited when I shoot the thing, and instead of it falling down, the pellet went right through it. He he he. You should have seen the look in our faces!!... Such glee!!... Yay!! Of course we started being silly and Victor asked me to shoot him. (We needed to see if they hurt you know?). Judging by his face, it did hurt!. He he he. So we all wanted to be shoot to see how they felt. Ouch. OUCH. It's not too much, but still!. Ha ha ha. All of a sudden we were divided in teams and it was Erik and my brother against Blanco and I... Good times.
We came up with rules, of course, and I actually think the next time we will be wearing goggles or something like that, to protect our eyes from being destroyed. :-S
Back at home we ate a lot, and had a lazy evening. We tried the PS of course, and all the games.
Dancing at the Bali
I felt so tried and lazy all of a sudden though, and the idea of going out didn't appeal to me at all. But I had told Allan I would go to the Bali Bar. And for some reason it felt right, and that hunch was stronger than my laziness. So at about 10:30 off I went.
We were supposed to meet there at 11, as usual I was early. The night smiled to me soon, and there was a friend that I had not seen in a while out there, talking with his primo. So I went to say hi to them. As we were talking this tall dude with a Caribbean accent and rastas approached us and talked us into going into this Axe Hot School bus. We were invited to go there, and while the two guys that I was with were thinking about it I said -sure I will!-... He he he. Of course they went in there too.
As I walked in there I was greeted by 3 great looking girls with those sexy school uniforms. I have to admit it, the marketing bastards from Axe knew what they were doing with that campaign. He he he. On the 1st floor of the bus there was this class room set up. There we were taught about all this ways to use the deodorant in order to make girls go crazy, or to keep them at bay. Riiight!. Ha ha ha. At the end we were asked some questions, and if we got them right we would be able to go upstairs. Of course we didn't. Only Jaime's primo did. Either way the teacher was nice, and she said we all should go up there!.
Up there... Wow. When you walk into a 2nd floor of a bus to can expect a lot of things. But not a room with mirrors all around, red and warm lights, a large bed with red blankets, some comfy leather couches, and what matters the most: a pole in the middle. Then this blonde girl shows up and said: "now we will show you what the axe-effect is like... no hands!", and they started dancing. Wow. O.o
I was smiling a lot... Not really because of the girls... I mean, they were great looking!. But I was amused by the entire idea of it, how odd it was... I mean, even surreal!!... My smile was not my "silly side smile"... It was more like a "sardonic I can't believe this is going on smile".
Allan was going to be a bit late, so we decided to get in there. As I was walking upstairs, I meet two girls that Blanco had introduced to me at a party. They greeted me quite nicely and all!!... He he he. The night was really smiling at me, and my hunch had been so right!. I already had 4 people to have a good time with, had seen those axe girls dance, and the guys I was supposed to meet had not even arrived yet!.
Eventually everyone showed up, and we had a blast. We were quite a bunch after all, and Blanco and I managed to freak the girls out with a couple of our steps. He he he. We danced, a lot, for hours non stop. Live music. Really great time. Damn, I was soaked by the time I took off. That's one of the things I don't like, the sweat... I need to get my self some proper clothes to go out dancing, ones that will not get like that!. Argh!. Anyway, you guessed: good times!.
Sunday?. Karaokulta meeting, everything is going great!. We have been in radio shows, there is an art expo currently showing our work, we will be at a panel in the FIL (International Book Fair), a lot of projects going on all over the place, and we are actually working on a lot of stuff that will get printed. It is nice to see it is starting to take on a life of it's own, and it's not even a year since we started!.
Ahh... life.
Anyway, off to a new week!!...
lifts up his mug and says: CHEERS PEOPLE!!...
Friday, November 26, 2004
Arts and Engineers
Yesterday I meet up with Jaime, he is yet another artist-engineer. I love talking with that breed!. I mean, how?, why?. The best thing happens when some people look at what you are doing and it goes a bit like:
Jaime is taking some pretty cool model pictures. When I see his work, and Tomas', all those pictures of pretty girls, something makes me think I made a bad carrier choice. He he he. Still!, don't worry!. For some reason, so far, I have been able to steer away from photography... Focus, focus.
The day ended nicely, with a great chat at msn with Luna, it's nice to talk "live" to someone with whom you have exchanged emails and words for a while!. I hardly ever log in there, yet I felt like doing it last night, and it was well worth it.
By the way, I got this CD... It's amazing.
* Cheers people!!... Have a great "closing week" day!.
them: wow!... That looks amazing!...And so it goes for a while... It seems that the fact that you have a technical background, and may actually be good at it, should render you artistically crippled. And not only you have to have bad taste you, for no reason, should not be making any sort of art. Or else something has gone terribly wrong in the balance of the world. Well, it has.
us: thanks! (smile)
them: so, what did you study?.
us: **** engineering... :-D
them: O.o
us: ¬_¬
them: what?....
Jaime is taking some pretty cool model pictures. When I see his work, and Tomas', all those pictures of pretty girls, something makes me think I made a bad carrier choice. He he he. Still!, don't worry!. For some reason, so far, I have been able to steer away from photography... Focus, focus.
The day ended nicely, with a great chat at msn with Luna, it's nice to talk "live" to someone with whom you have exchanged emails and words for a while!. I hardly ever log in there, yet I felt like doing it last night, and it was well worth it.
By the way, I got this CD... It's amazing.
* Cheers people!!... Have a great "closing week" day!.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Just thinking...
Yesterday I read this short writing by Warren Ellis. He is a great comics book writer, author of titles such as Transmetropolitan and Planetary. That story made me wonder a lot...
He goes further, and finishes with a phrase that gave me goose bumps... But that idea is something that I had already played with in my mind. A lot. Whenever we look into the sky, we are looking at the past. In such a way that a planet that is millions of millions of kilometers away, could, if they come up with a super telescope, look into the surface of the earth and see nothing but dinosaurs walking around... They would get old light... Shadows of some past long gone.
Then again... Does our existence echo like that all through eternity?. Do we exist always, all the time, from our birth to our death all over the place?. Does the fact that I am conscious of this here and now make it the actual here and now?. Or am I living through the past misfits of a me that is probably already death?...
Damn... I do get weird ideas sometimes...
- Cheers
He goes further, and finishes with a phrase that gave me goose bumps... But that idea is something that I had already played with in my mind. A lot. Whenever we look into the sky, we are looking at the past. In such a way that a planet that is millions of millions of kilometers away, could, if they come up with a super telescope, look into the surface of the earth and see nothing but dinosaurs walking around... They would get old light... Shadows of some past long gone.
Then again... Does our existence echo like that all through eternity?. Do we exist always, all the time, from our birth to our death all over the place?. Does the fact that I am conscious of this here and now make it the actual here and now?. Or am I living through the past misfits of a me that is probably already death?...
Damn... I do get weird ideas sometimes...
- Cheers
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
When bad days go good...
Yesterday was a very weird day... It went by terribly slow. At some point I saw the time and said -damn!, I can't believe it's only 10:00am!!-. Usually I cannot do all the things that I want to, yesterday I couldn't find stuff to entertain my self... It felt heavy, and thick... I so needed to get out of my office.
Eventually I did. And that is when my bad day started getting good, and when all the thickness and slowness went away to be replaced by a bunch of cool events that flew by!.
Remember Tanya?. The girl I used to date sometime ago?. Well, we did meet yesterday for coffee. I know, I know... The thing is that I really wanted to see her, and she kind of wanted to talk to me to. We have chatted and exchanged emails since we broke up, but never really talked like that again. She was in a relationship, and a few days ago the moron broke up with her. (I know, I know).
Still, I had a terribly good time, and it was just a nice talk with a friend. I was so pleased things went like that, it didn't get weird, or awkward. And I have to admit I was afraid... About 3 hours flew by, and all of a sudden it was time for her to get back home.
I feel like I have to say a lot about that talk, about being with her, etc. But words don't come out. Maybe later.
Anyway. After that I went to Allan's house because they had a little get together due to his birthday. Before though, I decided to do something out of the ordinary and called Mishka!. He he he. Yes!. That is what happens when you mention your number to me!. I was so nervous, and it was odd to be nervous like that. Then again, I was going to make an international call to talk to someone who's voice I had never heard, yet I had come to care about... I don't know!. I was, he he he. Damn phone card!!... It lasted so little!!!... Argh!!... He he he. Either way, it was a very nice fun talk. The freaking phone card died on us though!, we didn't even had a beep to let us know and say good bye or anything... Argh... Oh well.
The internet is so weird... Latelly I have been thinking about this overcaffeinated guys and the cool talks we have there. This are people I have come to care about, and I sometimes even miss them. I want to meet with them and share in person. And hopefully one day it will happen... But, I mean... We are just used to it, but it is kind of like magic the way we can just share like that from all over the world... Mishka makes me smile, Luna makes me crave for cakes and get into new kinds of music, I mean, my life is being influeced by theirs, yet we have never meet!!... Am I making too much of a deal?. It's so cool, yet so strange... Isn't it?. Again... Too many ideas. I have to organize them!.
...
So... At Allan's I had so much fun. I walked in there feeling in super good spirits, joking and all. We kept throwing jokes at each other back and forth, had some nice home made chocolate from Alba, and just fooled around a lot. Eventually Alba did some cards reading for us, about girls and all that, and it was very entertaining.
I didn't really asked heavy questions, just stuff like who is more kinky?, and whatever silly things we could think of!. That is why we laughed so hard because of it though. Oh man.
Apparently to that reading though, it doesn't seem that I will have a lot of luck with the ladies... So... I will totally ignore it and take it as the joke it was. Because it was... Right?.
At some point I found my self having a good talk with Victor in the kitchen about each of our days, and then readying good ol' Harry Potter in my bed. Eventually morpheus got me for good, and it was a good night.
Let's see how today keeps flowing... So far, I have to say: so good.
* Cheers!!...
Eventually I did. And that is when my bad day started getting good, and when all the thickness and slowness went away to be replaced by a bunch of cool events that flew by!.
Remember Tanya?. The girl I used to date sometime ago?. Well, we did meet yesterday for coffee. I know, I know... The thing is that I really wanted to see her, and she kind of wanted to talk to me to. We have chatted and exchanged emails since we broke up, but never really talked like that again. She was in a relationship, and a few days ago the moron broke up with her. (I know, I know).
Still, I had a terribly good time, and it was just a nice talk with a friend. I was so pleased things went like that, it didn't get weird, or awkward. And I have to admit I was afraid... About 3 hours flew by, and all of a sudden it was time for her to get back home.
I feel like I have to say a lot about that talk, about being with her, etc. But words don't come out. Maybe later.
Anyway. After that I went to Allan's house because they had a little get together due to his birthday. Before though, I decided to do something out of the ordinary and called Mishka!. He he he. Yes!. That is what happens when you mention your number to me!. I was so nervous, and it was odd to be nervous like that. Then again, I was going to make an international call to talk to someone who's voice I had never heard, yet I had come to care about... I don't know!. I was, he he he. Damn phone card!!... It lasted so little!!!... Argh!!... He he he. Either way, it was a very nice fun talk. The freaking phone card died on us though!, we didn't even had a beep to let us know and say good bye or anything... Argh... Oh well.
The internet is so weird... Latelly I have been thinking about this overcaffeinated guys and the cool talks we have there. This are people I have come to care about, and I sometimes even miss them. I want to meet with them and share in person. And hopefully one day it will happen... But, I mean... We are just used to it, but it is kind of like magic the way we can just share like that from all over the world... Mishka makes me smile, Luna makes me crave for cakes and get into new kinds of music, I mean, my life is being influeced by theirs, yet we have never meet!!... Am I making too much of a deal?. It's so cool, yet so strange... Isn't it?. Again... Too many ideas. I have to organize them!.
...
So... At Allan's I had so much fun. I walked in there feeling in super good spirits, joking and all. We kept throwing jokes at each other back and forth, had some nice home made chocolate from Alba, and just fooled around a lot. Eventually Alba did some cards reading for us, about girls and all that, and it was very entertaining.
I didn't really asked heavy questions, just stuff like who is more kinky?, and whatever silly things we could think of!. That is why we laughed so hard because of it though. Oh man.
Apparently to that reading though, it doesn't seem that I will have a lot of luck with the ladies... So... I will totally ignore it and take it as the joke it was. Because it was... Right?.
At some point I found my self having a good talk with Victor in the kitchen about each of our days, and then readying good ol' Harry Potter in my bed. Eventually morpheus got me for good, and it was a good night.
Let's see how today keeps flowing... So far, I have to say: so good.
* Cheers!!...
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
The Red Star Tattoo
There is a girl on this building that has a red star tattoo, decent size, with kind of a thick blue outline. Right on her lower back. It looks sexy. And when she sits down it's just right there. There is no way to miss it, and she doesn't care about hiding it...
The thing is, I don't think it's nice to stare at it. It would make her feel weird I bet. So I get this glimpses sometimes.
She is decent looking, but that tattoo... Damn.
Those tattoos, in those places, make me sigh...
* sigh *
- Cheers for that tattoo and his girl!!...
ps. My brother is making fun of me because I write "sigh" too much... Argh!.
The thing is, I don't think it's nice to stare at it. It would make her feel weird I bet. So I get this glimpses sometimes.
She is decent looking, but that tattoo... Damn.
Those tattoos, in those places, make me sigh...
* sigh *
- Cheers for that tattoo and his girl!!...
ps. My brother is making fun of me because I write "sigh" too much... Argh!.
PowerPuff Yay!!!...
Yesterday was one of those cool art days. One of the nice things of having the guys from karaokulta in my msn is that they keep sending me all this great looking links, and art they are doing themselves. One such great link was THIS ONE!!... Yomero sent it to me. Wow, and if you look into the art section you will see all sorts of toon characters rendered in his animesque style... Good stuff!. (The stories and writing maybe so so, but the art is good).
I've been thinking that it's been a while since I wrote about whatever I am reading. Could be because I haven't been super thrilled by anything, but the truth is that last week I was VERY hooked on something. I read two graphic novels from Miller in his Sin City series... WOW... I read The Big Fat Kill and A Dame to Kill For. Please, if you like comics give your self the chance to read those. I now understand why they make such a big deal about them. They are so cinematic, the cameras, the pacing, and the storytelling... They are really good.
On the other hand Memo lent me a couple of comics on the Sandman universe. I always tried to steer away from those. It was as if someone wanted to write stories with tolkien characters. At least in my mind. And although there could be great stories, it didn't feel right. Lucifer I liked, it was well written and it kept me turning pages. But I have to admit that Destiny... Well... It just didn't cut it for me. Great art, and interesting situation, but there was just something missing.
...
... Yay!... I was just given a free coffee coupon from the Mondo!. Yum yum... Whatever else I wanted to write just lost all importance... He he he. So, off I go!.
* Cheers!
I've been thinking that it's been a while since I wrote about whatever I am reading. Could be because I haven't been super thrilled by anything, but the truth is that last week I was VERY hooked on something. I read two graphic novels from Miller in his Sin City series... WOW... I read The Big Fat Kill and A Dame to Kill For. Please, if you like comics give your self the chance to read those. I now understand why they make such a big deal about them. They are so cinematic, the cameras, the pacing, and the storytelling... They are really good.
On the other hand Memo lent me a couple of comics on the Sandman universe. I always tried to steer away from those. It was as if someone wanted to write stories with tolkien characters. At least in my mind. And although there could be great stories, it didn't feel right. Lucifer I liked, it was well written and it kept me turning pages. But I have to admit that Destiny... Well... It just didn't cut it for me. Great art, and interesting situation, but there was just something missing.
...
... Yay!... I was just given a free coffee coupon from the Mondo!. Yum yum... Whatever else I wanted to write just lost all importance... He he he. So, off I go!.
* Cheers!
Monday, November 22, 2004
Let go, hmmm, let go....
For some messed up reason I have this frou frou song, entitled let go stuck in the back of my head. It's soft music, weird... I wouldn't be able to talk about the style, so if you feel curious check their site. I think it's worth every second you invest on it.
This weekend has a lot of tibits worth telling... And I am afraid about one of those never ending posts... Again. He he he. So, I guess I could talk about the highlights mostly. If you read Sergio's site you realized we agreed on meeting this Friday night. So we did.
I arrived home early and had two options: sleeping till it was time to meet Sergio, or play WarCraft... You know me. I know better than sleeping. Of course time flew and all of a sudden I was waiting for sergio in the Arcos de Zapopan. I was a bit early, so I had time to just sit by this huge mountain and see this group of percussionists do their thing. They started playing a rhythm called kassagbe. Damn... So many things I remembered. I was once part of such a crew, and it was fun. I knew that rhythm, and well... Those guys kind of didn't!... He he he. I wanted to go and play... But I decided to, instead, just sit and listen. Close my eyes, listen to the water in the fountain, the noises of the people... It was nice and relaxing. Then Sergio showed up.
We stayed listening to those guys for a while. Sergio is one of those few people with whom you can share silent times. Eventually they stopped playing, and we clapped. He he he. Of course, they liked it.
There are a lot of tiny bars out there, all together, just 3 meters apart and all of a sudden you listen to completely different sorts of music, see different kinds of people. All the chairs and tables in the outside. A lot of people walking by, and a guy with a huge carrito full of candy, cigars and such things, always smiling and selling his goods. If you are lucky the bar you are in will have some outside heater, and when things get cold they turn them on and it's all good.
In an environment like that we had a very very good talk. Then I bumped into Pedro, a good friend that I used to hang out a lot with, serenatas and all, but life has managed to take us in separate ways. He sat with us for a while. We talked a lot about girls and all the reasons why they are crazy and messed up. (Yes, that is a recurrent topic on a guys-only gathering). Life and all that. Good beer, good company. I used to say I don't like beer... Now I don't know, probably it grows on you.
After that we headed somewhere else... There I bumped into yet another friend that I hadn't seen in a while, and who I found out was getting married. Wow. Was is it with people getting married?. Actually that was one of the topics that were discussed that night too. Eventually we just sat and enjoy the view, talked about the girls. He he he. Then we discussed how Luna and Mishka told us we men are so obvious about doing that. We so are. How do you girls do it?.
... Saturday?. Yes!... My Japanese class is over so we organized a pretty cool get together and we cooked some traditional food. A dish called Tsukiyaki or something like that. Yummy!. It was fun, slicing the carrots, onions and all that. Cooking I like. Washing the dishes afterwards is the part that sucks. That ended kind of soon though, and so I headed to a coffee place where I was supposed to meet with this girl.
Me and girls... We are in a weird spot at the moment. Since I am so sure I am going away I don't want to start anything with one. And I am of the nice kind, so it's hard for me to just go out with one just to have fun. Still, this girl had emailed me for a while, and I said -sure what the heck-. It's always fun to talk to someone new no matter what. And know this: I have an issue, I have the hardest of times saying no!.
So off I went. We were supposed to meet at 6. As usual, I am early. I have a good book with me so it's ok. The usual 15 minutes passed. Now she was late... 30 minutes. Ok, things are getting ridiculous. Should I wait longer?. Sure... 1 hour. ONE FREAKING HOUR. I called some friends, walked out.
What is the best thing to do when someone does that?. You call some friends and have fun with them. So I call Memo and we all agreed on going to the movies. We watched criminals, great stuff. I really liked it. Then dinner, and it was all good.
I am glad I went to meet with this girl, just for the sake of going and to give my self that chance. But I don't think I will again, unless she has the bestest excuse ever. Honest, I wasn't even sure about doing it. Argh.
...
Sunday, surprise breakfast with some family. They called and felt like having breakfast with us. He he he. A lot of work, but good times. We really like just sitting on that terraza for hours. When they left I went with my parents to buy some gifts. I got the coolest toy to this guy whose letter I adopted. I was even able to not buy anything for me!... He he he. My logic: If I don't buy something for me, then he gets something cooler. Still, it was hard!. They had the cool looking toon yoda from clone wars!!!... - sigh - Some other time.
I spent my evening sleeping!!... Then I woke up with a terrible stomach ache... argh... bad stuff was happening inside of me. :-S
Then I got this message on my cell from a friend that needed to talk, and wanted me to log in. Of course I did... We talked.
Eventually the day ended... I started reading the latest Harry Potter book, he he he. And off to sleep again. Great lazy Sunday... I feel guilty a lot of times about those, because I feel like I could do so much more stuff than sleeping... But then again, it's ok to do it sometimes, right?. Right?.
Oh well... Now a new week. It's late I am supposed to be working. - sigh -
He he he... CHEERS!!!...
This weekend has a lot of tibits worth telling... And I am afraid about one of those never ending posts... Again. He he he. So, I guess I could talk about the highlights mostly. If you read Sergio's site you realized we agreed on meeting this Friday night. So we did.
I arrived home early and had two options: sleeping till it was time to meet Sergio, or play WarCraft... You know me. I know better than sleeping. Of course time flew and all of a sudden I was waiting for sergio in the Arcos de Zapopan. I was a bit early, so I had time to just sit by this huge mountain and see this group of percussionists do their thing. They started playing a rhythm called kassagbe. Damn... So many things I remembered. I was once part of such a crew, and it was fun. I knew that rhythm, and well... Those guys kind of didn't!... He he he. I wanted to go and play... But I decided to, instead, just sit and listen. Close my eyes, listen to the water in the fountain, the noises of the people... It was nice and relaxing. Then Sergio showed up.
We stayed listening to those guys for a while. Sergio is one of those few people with whom you can share silent times. Eventually they stopped playing, and we clapped. He he he. Of course, they liked it.
There are a lot of tiny bars out there, all together, just 3 meters apart and all of a sudden you listen to completely different sorts of music, see different kinds of people. All the chairs and tables in the outside. A lot of people walking by, and a guy with a huge carrito full of candy, cigars and such things, always smiling and selling his goods. If you are lucky the bar you are in will have some outside heater, and when things get cold they turn them on and it's all good.
In an environment like that we had a very very good talk. Then I bumped into Pedro, a good friend that I used to hang out a lot with, serenatas and all, but life has managed to take us in separate ways. He sat with us for a while. We talked a lot about girls and all the reasons why they are crazy and messed up. (Yes, that is a recurrent topic on a guys-only gathering). Life and all that. Good beer, good company. I used to say I don't like beer... Now I don't know, probably it grows on you.
After that we headed somewhere else... There I bumped into yet another friend that I hadn't seen in a while, and who I found out was getting married. Wow. Was is it with people getting married?. Actually that was one of the topics that were discussed that night too. Eventually we just sat and enjoy the view, talked about the girls. He he he. Then we discussed how Luna and Mishka told us we men are so obvious about doing that. We so are. How do you girls do it?.
... Saturday?. Yes!... My Japanese class is over so we organized a pretty cool get together and we cooked some traditional food. A dish called Tsukiyaki or something like that. Yummy!. It was fun, slicing the carrots, onions and all that. Cooking I like. Washing the dishes afterwards is the part that sucks. That ended kind of soon though, and so I headed to a coffee place where I was supposed to meet with this girl.
Me and girls... We are in a weird spot at the moment. Since I am so sure I am going away I don't want to start anything with one. And I am of the nice kind, so it's hard for me to just go out with one just to have fun. Still, this girl had emailed me for a while, and I said -sure what the heck-. It's always fun to talk to someone new no matter what. And know this: I have an issue, I have the hardest of times saying no!.
So off I went. We were supposed to meet at 6. As usual, I am early. I have a good book with me so it's ok. The usual 15 minutes passed. Now she was late... 30 minutes. Ok, things are getting ridiculous. Should I wait longer?. Sure... 1 hour. ONE FREAKING HOUR. I called some friends, walked out.
What is the best thing to do when someone does that?. You call some friends and have fun with them. So I call Memo and we all agreed on going to the movies. We watched criminals, great stuff. I really liked it. Then dinner, and it was all good.
I am glad I went to meet with this girl, just for the sake of going and to give my self that chance. But I don't think I will again, unless she has the bestest excuse ever. Honest, I wasn't even sure about doing it. Argh.
...
Sunday, surprise breakfast with some family. They called and felt like having breakfast with us. He he he. A lot of work, but good times. We really like just sitting on that terraza for hours. When they left I went with my parents to buy some gifts. I got the coolest toy to this guy whose letter I adopted. I was even able to not buy anything for me!... He he he. My logic: If I don't buy something for me, then he gets something cooler. Still, it was hard!. They had the cool looking toon yoda from clone wars!!!... - sigh - Some other time.
I spent my evening sleeping!!... Then I woke up with a terrible stomach ache... argh... bad stuff was happening inside of me. :-S
Then I got this message on my cell from a friend that needed to talk, and wanted me to log in. Of course I did... We talked.
Eventually the day ended... I started reading the latest Harry Potter book, he he he. And off to sleep again. Great lazy Sunday... I feel guilty a lot of times about those, because I feel like I could do so much more stuff than sleeping... But then again, it's ok to do it sometimes, right?. Right?.
Oh well... Now a new week. It's late I am supposed to be working. - sigh -
He he he... CHEERS!!!...
Friday, November 19, 2004
Dreamers...
Yesterday I went to the movies and saw The Dreamers, this movie that my brother wrote about some days ago. In my mind, this must have been the best movie ever, because he wrote that watching it was the best bit of his weekend, and well, he was around while we were playing tag at night, climbing down ropes and jumping around roofs!!!!... He he he, so it needed to be great to beat that.
Has it ever happened to you that when you see a movie, and you see this actor you have seen somewhere else, you just die to freaking remember where it was?. Well, that happened to me, with this guy. And it bothered me all through the damn movie.
The movie was indeed good. Wasn't slow, but at a point I just didn't see it going anywhere. Eventually it makes sense.
It is a movie about dreams vs. reality, about thinking and talking vs. acting, doing. What the life of the dreamer is like, and how it has to metamorphose in order to become the life of a doer, a true agent of change.
It made me think about my obsession driven life, more like a dream driven life. And probably the reason why I jump from project to project is really that one. I love being a part of a dream, being passionate about it. But the minute it starts becoming a reality I start loosing interest. As stupid as that sounds. The minute the dream becomes real you have to deal with all the real stuff about it, and the reality that comes with it. He he he.
I was talking about that with a friend the other day. Good talk. Anyway, I know it is sort of an issue, so believe me, I am slowly finding a spot in life for me and the way I work. Somewhere where I belong, and where I can just live my life. And that somewhere is not just a place or a profession, it really is a state of mind.
... I'll let you know when I get there.
- lifts his mug... smiles... and says: - CHEERS!!...
ps. A good quote in the movie was: "everybody likes other people's parents better than their own, but everybody knows their grandparents are better than anybody else's".
Has it ever happened to you that when you see a movie, and you see this actor you have seen somewhere else, you just die to freaking remember where it was?. Well, that happened to me, with this guy. And it bothered me all through the damn movie.
The movie was indeed good. Wasn't slow, but at a point I just didn't see it going anywhere. Eventually it makes sense.
It is a movie about dreams vs. reality, about thinking and talking vs. acting, doing. What the life of the dreamer is like, and how it has to metamorphose in order to become the life of a doer, a true agent of change.
It made me think about my obsession driven life, more like a dream driven life. And probably the reason why I jump from project to project is really that one. I love being a part of a dream, being passionate about it. But the minute it starts becoming a reality I start loosing interest. As stupid as that sounds. The minute the dream becomes real you have to deal with all the real stuff about it, and the reality that comes with it. He he he.
I was talking about that with a friend the other day. Good talk. Anyway, I know it is sort of an issue, so believe me, I am slowly finding a spot in life for me and the way I work. Somewhere where I belong, and where I can just live my life. And that somewhere is not just a place or a profession, it really is a state of mind.
... I'll let you know when I get there.
- lifts his mug... smiles... and says: - CHEERS!!...
ps. A good quote in the movie was: "everybody likes other people's parents better than their own, but everybody knows their grandparents are better than anybody else's".
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Know thy roots...
Yesterday I had one of the nicest conversations with my father. Probably the one I will remember the most in later years. It all started while we were on the car, driving home, and I realized I knew very little about my abuelo, his dad.
"Hey dad... What did your father used to do for a living?"... I asked, puzzled at the idea that I really didn't know.
That one question led me to listen the coolest heart to heart talk ever. From when my dad was a little kid, about 4 years old, riding his cow and herding the cattle. To the point in which my grandfather passed away peacefully, all of a sudden.
All the details between those two points matter. The fact that my grandfather was a huge jack of all trades him self. A self taught engineer, veterinarian, and psychologist. He would eat entire books about anything, and then discuss them with my father as he was growing up. He didn't study, didn't have the time, or money. But the did study, and knew a lot. He only had to stop practicing engineering stuff when a legislation came that required people to have a degree. Even so, everyone around knew that he was the one who knew better in town.
He he he. I feel proud.
Wow... There is no point in writing everything that was told. It would almost be boring I bet. I feel like writing more like a tale about it all. Eventually I know I will. But the whole story of my abuelo, of his father, and my dad's childhood really almost made me cry... I almost lost it when my dad was taking about the day my abuelo passed away.
- sigh -
I wish I had known him more. It seems he was a pretty cool guy. I am amazed I knew so little about him. About my dad's childhood. And I was amazed to see how it all was... So different. Rural... My father is a good storyteller.
* Cheers
"Hey dad... What did your father used to do for a living?"... I asked, puzzled at the idea that I really didn't know.
That one question led me to listen the coolest heart to heart talk ever. From when my dad was a little kid, about 4 years old, riding his cow and herding the cattle. To the point in which my grandfather passed away peacefully, all of a sudden.
All the details between those two points matter. The fact that my grandfather was a huge jack of all trades him self. A self taught engineer, veterinarian, and psychologist. He would eat entire books about anything, and then discuss them with my father as he was growing up. He didn't study, didn't have the time, or money. But the did study, and knew a lot. He only had to stop practicing engineering stuff when a legislation came that required people to have a degree. Even so, everyone around knew that he was the one who knew better in town.
He he he. I feel proud.
Wow... There is no point in writing everything that was told. It would almost be boring I bet. I feel like writing more like a tale about it all. Eventually I know I will. But the whole story of my abuelo, of his father, and my dad's childhood really almost made me cry... I almost lost it when my dad was taking about the day my abuelo passed away.
- sigh -
I wish I had known him more. It seems he was a pretty cool guy. I am amazed I knew so little about him. About my dad's childhood. And I was amazed to see how it all was... So different. Rural... My father is a good storyteller.
* Cheers
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
I am weak
We went out for lunch to Plaza Galerias. There is this great Chinese place that has a weird chicken thing that makes me go crazy, and I have been craving to have some for about two weeks. The food was reaaaaally great, and now my stomach is way too full... I need to sleep. He he he.
The problem though happened when we bumped into this huge toy store. Damn... I get lost in those places. I walked in there looking for an specific toy that this little kid wants. (I kind of adopted a little kid for this Christmas, I got his cool letter, and now have to buy what he wants... He he he). Anyway, as noble as my goal was, the minute I stepped in there I got lost.
They were selling the coolest toys from the Tortugas Ninja!!... This awesome full sets will all sorts of mini enemies, and all the mini turtles where there!, cars, everything. Like a lego thing, but it was really nice!. It even had a little kind of real ooze!!... Remember that one?!?!... Then I looked a little to my left and there were huge, HUGE, fantasy sets with little dragons, and orcs, and knights, and vehicles and damn!!!....
I just sat on the floor and started looking to all those boxes!!!...
... Then I saw this super cool star wars action figures, like the ones of the cartoon network animated series!!... They had Obi!!... Obi I am telling you!!!...
The only reason why I didn't buy a set, is because I couldn't think of a good enough place to keep it... (yet). But I walked out of there with Obi on my hand. Didn't even want a bag!. I had to be looking at the guy as I was walking back. People had to see my new toy!.
Damn... I am such a kid...
Thank God I forgot I had my debit card with me... O.o
The problem though happened when we bumped into this huge toy store. Damn... I get lost in those places. I walked in there looking for an specific toy that this little kid wants. (I kind of adopted a little kid for this Christmas, I got his cool letter, and now have to buy what he wants... He he he). Anyway, as noble as my goal was, the minute I stepped in there I got lost.
They were selling the coolest toys from the Tortugas Ninja!!... This awesome full sets will all sorts of mini enemies, and all the mini turtles where there!, cars, everything. Like a lego thing, but it was really nice!. It even had a little kind of real ooze!!... Remember that one?!?!... Then I looked a little to my left and there were huge, HUGE, fantasy sets with little dragons, and orcs, and knights, and vehicles and damn!!!....
I just sat on the floor and started looking to all those boxes!!!...
... Then I saw this super cool star wars action figures, like the ones of the cartoon network animated series!!... They had Obi!!... Obi I am telling you!!!...
The only reason why I didn't buy a set, is because I couldn't think of a good enough place to keep it... (yet). But I walked out of there with Obi on my hand. Didn't even want a bag!. I had to be looking at the guy as I was walking back. People had to see my new toy!.
Damn... I am such a kid...
Thank God I forgot I had my debit card with me... O.o
Zombie mode
My long awaited afternoon of sleep and slumber went down to the drain yesterday, I had one of the most interesting times around the net looking for a song based on that poem I posted some days ago. I mean, the poem doesn't even have a proper title!!... It was hard, way too hard. This song was recorded sometime in the 60's or 70's, and of course it never became a classic.
At first I felt like a cool hacker clicking all over the place, cross referencing, this and that, but after a while I just felt plain stupid and tired. Then, my mom showed up. Apparently she used to love the freaking thing, and she did remember the name of one of the guys who sang it. One more reference. Eventually, I got it. Of all the peope around the world, only one guy had it on kazaa... Yes, one. And about halfway through the bastard logged out!!!!.... Argh!!!... I had to start over again, looking for more performers... Blah.
Eventually I got it. After like 3 failed download attempts and a good deal of swearing. And, of course, the song isn't that good.
... Then, as I was sending a large email I decided it was a good idea to open msn. That thing is the devil!!... Of course, I went to bed quite late. And again I am in zombie mood. Yet feeling in good spirits, and somehow smiling. He he he.
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This freaking post of my brother has placed me in a weird mood... And as much as I feel about it, I do not know what to write about it. The part that sucks is that it makes sense.
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Sometime last week I finished reading "something positive". Don't you hate it when that happens?. All of a sudden you find a cool web comic that has been running for a while, and you have tons of material to read through... And then you read them all, and have to wait for an update... Argh!!!....
Anyway, go read it, it is very very good. You have to get in the black humor mood, sarcastic, dry, and all... But then it makes sense. That or I am just as sick as the guy who makes it.
Any suggestions for a new one to waste my time with?.
At first I felt like a cool hacker clicking all over the place, cross referencing, this and that, but after a while I just felt plain stupid and tired. Then, my mom showed up. Apparently she used to love the freaking thing, and she did remember the name of one of the guys who sang it. One more reference. Eventually, I got it. Of all the peope around the world, only one guy had it on kazaa... Yes, one. And about halfway through the bastard logged out!!!!.... Argh!!!... I had to start over again, looking for more performers... Blah.
Eventually I got it. After like 3 failed download attempts and a good deal of swearing. And, of course, the song isn't that good.
... Then, as I was sending a large email I decided it was a good idea to open msn. That thing is the devil!!... Of course, I went to bed quite late. And again I am in zombie mood. Yet feeling in good spirits, and somehow smiling. He he he.
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This freaking post of my brother has placed me in a weird mood... And as much as I feel about it, I do not know what to write about it. The part that sucks is that it makes sense.
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Sometime last week I finished reading "something positive". Don't you hate it when that happens?. All of a sudden you find a cool web comic that has been running for a while, and you have tons of material to read through... And then you read them all, and have to wait for an update... Argh!!!....
Anyway, go read it, it is very very good. You have to get in the black humor mood, sarcastic, dry, and all... But then it makes sense. That or I am just as sick as the guy who makes it.
Any suggestions for a new one to waste my time with?.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
The night the ghost got playful
In the Centro de Medios, where I work, it is said there is a ghost. I know all about how the rumor started, etc. Interesting story by itself. Either way, it's been some years now since that idea came out, and by now everyone is pretty sure about it. It even has a name, and the students from the labs here sometimes dedicate their works to her.
[I know of some girls that won't go develop their film alone, because they can feel it's prescence there. He he he, after all, the whole thing started right on that lab. Spoooky. Oh well.]
Anyway, all through this weekend Erik and I worked on this animation, well... Most of the weekend. I have to say that working with him is amusing, and as much as we do work, we always have good times and laughs.
Saturday night at about 12 I got this call from my brother that went like:
About an hour later Blanco, Celina and Victor showed up. With pizza, two bags of chips, a lot of soda... And a bag pack full of beer. He he he. Oh my!. We would be in so much trouble if we had been seen with that beer here in the buildings.
We ate, we drank. We hid everything terribly fast when a security guy started knocking on our (luckily) closed door... He he he. We had good times. The best happened when we decided that it would be fun to explore the building.
The same place you are always in transforms at night. With all the lights off it becomes a full source of mistery and thrill. While we were in the janitorial area we saw this series of metal handles popping out of the wall. Click!. Large stair leading to the roof!!... Yay!!!... Those stairs freaked me out, but still, it was a great view!!!.
We made two teams, set up two bases in different spots and an special item on each. Each team had to retrieve the item from the other team, and take it to their base. All lights off. We could "kill" each other by taking the paper piece that each of us that around our belts. Of course, we had the time of our lives!. Setting obstacles up. All of a sudden you see this full grown guy walking around with a large-heavy table as a shield and you know there is magick going on!. He he he. Blanco and Erik threw some rope from a second floor and climbed down through it. (Stairs should have been much easier!... But who cares about safety?, he he he, it's all about the fun).
That went on till about 4:30 am. Until then, Erik and I picked up on work, and dealt with it for another two hours. All through sunday we worked too, and got it done. Yay!.
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Our team won most of the time, but on the last round they "killed" me early. As I was laying there, all dead and all, I started thinking a lot of things. Mostly about the fact that we were having such a great time, being so silly in this "serious" university facilities. I wondered for how long would I be doing stuff like that. I saw my self going at it with my hair gray and a wrinkled smile!... I wondered though, if I would always have such playful mates around to share that part of me with.
** cheers
[I know of some girls that won't go develop their film alone, because they can feel it's prescence there. He he he, after all, the whole thing started right on that lab. Spoooky. Oh well.]
Anyway, all through this weekend Erik and I worked on this animation, well... Most of the weekend. I have to say that working with him is amusing, and as much as we do work, we always have good times and laughs.
Saturday night at about 12 I got this call from my brother that went like:
victor: so... what are you guys doing.
hector: hmmm... working.
victor: yeah right...
hector: really!...
victor: how much longer?
hector: no idea.. still quite a while.
victor: ... argh!...
hector: what?!...
victor: blanco and I are bored, is it ok if we go there?.
hector: ...
hector: dude!, we are working!.
victor: so... you don't want us there?.
hector: ... You guys can come, but we will be working.
victor: you are soooo boring... so yes or not?.
hector: sure... whatever.
About an hour later Blanco, Celina and Victor showed up. With pizza, two bags of chips, a lot of soda... And a bag pack full of beer. He he he. Oh my!. We would be in so much trouble if we had been seen with that beer here in the buildings.
We ate, we drank. We hid everything terribly fast when a security guy started knocking on our (luckily) closed door... He he he. We had good times. The best happened when we decided that it would be fun to explore the building.
The same place you are always in transforms at night. With all the lights off it becomes a full source of mistery and thrill. While we were in the janitorial area we saw this series of metal handles popping out of the wall. Click!. Large stair leading to the roof!!... Yay!!!... Those stairs freaked me out, but still, it was a great view!!!.
We made two teams, set up two bases in different spots and an special item on each. Each team had to retrieve the item from the other team, and take it to their base. All lights off. We could "kill" each other by taking the paper piece that each of us that around our belts. Of course, we had the time of our lives!. Setting obstacles up. All of a sudden you see this full grown guy walking around with a large-heavy table as a shield and you know there is magick going on!. He he he. Blanco and Erik threw some rope from a second floor and climbed down through it. (Stairs should have been much easier!... But who cares about safety?, he he he, it's all about the fun).
That went on till about 4:30 am. Until then, Erik and I picked up on work, and dealt with it for another two hours. All through sunday we worked too, and got it done. Yay!.
---
Our team won most of the time, but on the last round they "killed" me early. As I was laying there, all dead and all, I started thinking a lot of things. Mostly about the fact that we were having such a great time, being so silly in this "serious" university facilities. I wondered for how long would I be doing stuff like that. I saw my self going at it with my hair gray and a wrinkled smile!... I wondered though, if I would always have such playful mates around to share that part of me with.
** cheers
Monday, November 15, 2004
Perdiendo el tiempo...
AQUÍ SE HABLA DEL TIEMPO PERDIDO
QUE COMO DICE EL DICHO, LOS SANTOS LO LLORAN
Sabia virtud de conocer el tiempo;
a tiempo amar y desatarse a tiempo;
como dice el refrán: dar tiempo al tiempo...
que de amor y dolor alivia el tiempo.
Aquel amor a quien amé a destiempo
martirizóme tanto y tanto tiempo
que no sentí jamás correr el tiempo,
tan acremente como en ese tiempo.
Amar queriendo como en otro tiempo
-ignoraba yo aún que el tiempo es oro-
cuánto tiempo perdí -ay- cuánto tiempo.
Y hoy que de amores ya no tengo tiempo,
amor de aquellos tiempos, cómo añoro
la dicha inicua de perder el tiempo...
- Renato Leduc
QUE COMO DICE EL DICHO, LOS SANTOS LO LLORAN
Sabia virtud de conocer el tiempo;
a tiempo amar y desatarse a tiempo;
como dice el refrán: dar tiempo al tiempo...
que de amor y dolor alivia el tiempo.
Aquel amor a quien amé a destiempo
martirizóme tanto y tanto tiempo
que no sentí jamás correr el tiempo,
tan acremente como en ese tiempo.
Amar queriendo como en otro tiempo
-ignoraba yo aún que el tiempo es oro-
cuánto tiempo perdí -ay- cuánto tiempo.
Y hoy que de amores ya no tengo tiempo,
amor de aquellos tiempos, cómo añoro
la dicha inicua de perder el tiempo...
- Renato Leduc
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Geek gathering....
There was a very interesting geek gathering this past Friday night. Sergio told me about it, and the whole idea just intrigued me. I just needed to know what kind of people would go to one of those things here in Guadalajara. Would there be any girls?. Any fun?.
The reason: Firefox 1.0 was released!. Let's throw a party!. It really is a great browser, and any reason is as good as any to have a party. So the whole thing makes sense.
For philosophical research, as well as anthropological analysis, the whole thing was a success. And I did have a good time. Obby, a friend from innox, showed up. Sergio was there too, Memo, Allan, and some others. Most of them drawn by the same curiosity that I had.
Now... I don't have any problem whatsoever against geeks. But that night it was clear to me that the term geek is either too broad, or I am certainly not one. (And I have always proudly stated I am). Most of the people there were Linux geeks, perl geeks... And... Just weird geeks!.
Really. The karaokulta guys are the kind of geeks that love playing video games. Will go totally crazy about any sort of art. Try to do it themselves. Buy toys. And have orgasmic spasms when they see a cool new brush in photoshop, or a great way to color this and that. We have the anime geeks of course, the RPG freaks, the magic crowd. All sort of people!. Either way, it does seem that the different kinds of geek hardly ever mix. You have to stick to your coven. (Good thing I like all that, so I can at least talk about something with most of them).
But the Linux-programming geeks are one of a kind...
He he he. I am no one to criticize. It's just that I wasn't in the same channel. And they really weren't making an effort in letting other people inside their talk. Actually, somehow a large circle was formed with all the in crowd there. And Sergio, Obby and I were left outside for most of the night. Good talk with those two, they saved my night.
It was all over early, and we didn't feel like doing more stuff. So we called it quits like at 1:00am.
ps2. I really liked the way Obby talked to someone about me. He said something like "This guy you see here es un chingon. He will get interested in some topic, focus some months on it, and become great at it. Anything. And then, in a little longer he will get bored and move on to something else. Doing the same thing over and over". Same kind of stuff I know about my self, but he made it sound like a good feature. Sometimes I feel really bad that I cannot just stick to something, with that one phrase Obby made me feel good about being like that. He claims that I just need a profession where I can do that all the time.
The reason: Firefox 1.0 was released!. Let's throw a party!. It really is a great browser, and any reason is as good as any to have a party. So the whole thing makes sense.
For philosophical research, as well as anthropological analysis, the whole thing was a success. And I did have a good time. Obby, a friend from innox, showed up. Sergio was there too, Memo, Allan, and some others. Most of them drawn by the same curiosity that I had.
Now... I don't have any problem whatsoever against geeks. But that night it was clear to me that the term geek is either too broad, or I am certainly not one. (And I have always proudly stated I am). Most of the people there were Linux geeks, perl geeks... And... Just weird geeks!.
Really. The karaokulta guys are the kind of geeks that love playing video games. Will go totally crazy about any sort of art. Try to do it themselves. Buy toys. And have orgasmic spasms when they see a cool new brush in photoshop, or a great way to color this and that. We have the anime geeks of course, the RPG freaks, the magic crowd. All sort of people!. Either way, it does seem that the different kinds of geek hardly ever mix. You have to stick to your coven. (Good thing I like all that, so I can at least talk about something with most of them).
But the Linux-programming geeks are one of a kind...
He he he. I am no one to criticize. It's just that I wasn't in the same channel. And they really weren't making an effort in letting other people inside their talk. Actually, somehow a large circle was formed with all the in crowd there. And Sergio, Obby and I were left outside for most of the night. Good talk with those two, they saved my night.
It was all over early, and we didn't feel like doing more stuff. So we called it quits like at 1:00am.
ps2. I really liked the way Obby talked to someone about me. He said something like "This guy you see here es un chingon. He will get interested in some topic, focus some months on it, and become great at it. Anything. And then, in a little longer he will get bored and move on to something else. Doing the same thing over and over". Same kind of stuff I know about my self, but he made it sound like a good feature. Sometimes I feel really bad that I cannot just stick to something, with that one phrase Obby made me feel good about being like that. He claims that I just need a profession where I can do that all the time.
Friday, November 12, 2004
Ando poetico...
Yesterday I went to an inmigration talk about Canada and all that. - Sigh -
Today I went for an interview, and it went great... I could, most likely, have a residence sometime next year... And become a citizen in 3...
...
Thinking too much....
I am in a poetic mood today... I wonder where life will lead me.
...
Estados de ánimo - Benedetti
A veces me siento
como un águila en el aire.
-Pablo Milanés
Unas veces me siento
como pobre colina
y otras como montaña
de cumbres repetidas.
Unas veces me siento
como un acantilado
y en otras como un cielo
azul pero lejano.
A veces uno es
manantial entre rocas
y otras veces un árbol
con las últimas hojas.
Pero hoy me siento apenas
como laguna insomne
con un embarcadero
ya sin embarcaciones
una laguna verde
inmóvil y paciente
conforme con sus algas
sus musgos y sus peces,
sereno en mi confianza
confiando en que una tarde
te acerques y te mires,
te mires al mirarme.
* cheers
Today I went for an interview, and it went great... I could, most likely, have a residence sometime next year... And become a citizen in 3...
...
Thinking too much....
I am in a poetic mood today... I wonder where life will lead me.
...
Estados de ánimo - Benedetti
A veces me siento
como un águila en el aire.
-Pablo Milanés
Unas veces me siento
como pobre colina
y otras como montaña
de cumbres repetidas.
Unas veces me siento
como un acantilado
y en otras como un cielo
azul pero lejano.
A veces uno es
manantial entre rocas
y otras veces un árbol
con las últimas hojas.
Pero hoy me siento apenas
como laguna insomne
con un embarcadero
ya sin embarcaciones
una laguna verde
inmóvil y paciente
conforme con sus algas
sus musgos y sus peces,
sereno en mi confianza
confiando en que una tarde
te acerques y te mires,
te mires al mirarme.
* cheers
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Pasatiempo
I may have already posted this before, but since I just read it again, and liked it, here it comes:
Pasatiempo* Cheers!
- Mario Benedetti
Cuando éramos niños
los viejos tenían como treinta
un charco era un océano
la muerte lisa y llana
no existía.
Luego cuando muchachos
los viejos eran gente de cuarenta
un estanque un océano
la muerte solamente
una palabra.
Ya cuando nos casamos
los ancianos estaban en cincuenta
un lago era un océano
la muerte era la muerte
de los otros.
Ahora veteranos
ya le dimos alcance a la verdad
el océano es por fin el océano
pero la muerte empieza a ser
la nuestra.
Sins and don'ts
Yesterday I had a very interesting talk with my father. He is into psychology and lately I have seen a lot of young girls having sessions with him. On the car he was saying that there is something going on, there are way too many young guys with a lot of issues. Yes there are. Normally he takes care of a few, but this one year there have been tons of them he claims. -Guys are more up front, they confront me, ask me some questions, and leave. I help them fix their puzzle. But with girls it's much harder, they are not that cold, and feelings do matter a lot, it would take several meetings to help them - he said. He makes no money out of it, he does it because he loves it.
Either way, he was telling me that he believes today's problem in young people are related to the loss of belief systems. Before there was communism, religion, politics, great ideas to stand for and fight... Now though, there is nothing but a crisis of identity, and it's something that we as parents are not prepared to face. We don't know how to raise you guys to be happy in a world we no longer understand. The crisis is that of identity, and it's leading to a lot of problems with you guys.
It kind of reminded me of a scene in Fight Club where Tyler says something along those lines too. Harsher, but same idea.
Anyway, it was a good talk. But the one talk I want to write about is another one. Two days ago I heard my mom talking by the phone, and as much as I didn't want to, I listened to several things that puzzled me. (The TV is next to her room so...). She was talking with someone about sins, don'ts. My parents have struck me always as "liberal moralist". They are cool, but a little closed minded. At least I used to think so.
I heard her say stuff like "you should not stop doing stuff because it is a sin, or someone thinks it is wrong... Just avoid situations that could physically harm you... Have the time of your life, you don't know how many regrets you will have later on if you act always afraid of-sinning- ". And then she talked about this friend of hers that all of a sudden got this way to think because of the death of her daughter, and how much she didn't enjoy life because she was afraid of what others may think all the time... It went on and on.
The message was clear though. And it was pretty interesting. How much of our lives are we willing to sacrifice because of what others tell us is right or wrong?. How much guiltier do we have to feel about doing one thing of the other?. About enjoying some experience?.
There are basics... The foundation of every decent belief system talks about not killing, and universals such as that. But what about all the others?. The little things that are always there making us feel we are doing something forbidden?. Why do we sacrifice so much of our lives, for an afterlife that is probably not there, or for a belief system that was just imposed?.
So we free our selves from those beliefs. We claim we are no longer Christians, we become intellectuals and cynicals. And then we go back to the talk with my father. We really have nothing to stand for but ourselves. And as we study and learn more stuff, more we realize our personal belief system is unsustainable, it makes no sense, it's weak and non consistent. We feel empty, we don't belong... We are searching.
At least I am.
* Cheers
Either way, he was telling me that he believes today's problem in young people are related to the loss of belief systems. Before there was communism, religion, politics, great ideas to stand for and fight... Now though, there is nothing but a crisis of identity, and it's something that we as parents are not prepared to face. We don't know how to raise you guys to be happy in a world we no longer understand. The crisis is that of identity, and it's leading to a lot of problems with you guys.
It kind of reminded me of a scene in Fight Club where Tyler says something along those lines too. Harsher, but same idea.
Anyway, it was a good talk. But the one talk I want to write about is another one. Two days ago I heard my mom talking by the phone, and as much as I didn't want to, I listened to several things that puzzled me. (The TV is next to her room so...). She was talking with someone about sins, don'ts. My parents have struck me always as "liberal moralist". They are cool, but a little closed minded. At least I used to think so.
I heard her say stuff like "you should not stop doing stuff because it is a sin, or someone thinks it is wrong... Just avoid situations that could physically harm you... Have the time of your life, you don't know how many regrets you will have later on if you act always afraid of-sinning- ". And then she talked about this friend of hers that all of a sudden got this way to think because of the death of her daughter, and how much she didn't enjoy life because she was afraid of what others may think all the time... It went on and on.
The message was clear though. And it was pretty interesting. How much of our lives are we willing to sacrifice because of what others tell us is right or wrong?. How much guiltier do we have to feel about doing one thing of the other?. About enjoying some experience?.
There are basics... The foundation of every decent belief system talks about not killing, and universals such as that. But what about all the others?. The little things that are always there making us feel we are doing something forbidden?. Why do we sacrifice so much of our lives, for an afterlife that is probably not there, or for a belief system that was just imposed?.
So we free our selves from those beliefs. We claim we are no longer Christians, we become intellectuals and cynicals. And then we go back to the talk with my father. We really have nothing to stand for but ourselves. And as we study and learn more stuff, more we realize our personal belief system is unsustainable, it makes no sense, it's weak and non consistent. We feel empty, we don't belong... We are searching.
At least I am.
* Cheers
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
The fall off 2002 (4)
The wedding... Part 3
I don't know how the discussion started, or even really how it ended. I remember the high point though. It's climax. I know that eventually Abby's brother went out to drive his girl to her place, so we were left alone. When we all were being silly together, her brother let something out about Abby smoking during the summer, and some other stupid stuff. I wasn't really that upset, it just shocked me a bit. I mean, I was back in Mexico all concerned because she would never write nor call, and all of a sudden I see she was being someone I didn't know at all while waiting in bars. Probably I asked her about it once we were left alone, but I know that isn't reason enough... Well, nothing ever really is... Whatever it was, it may have grown from there. At it's climax though, we were "yelling" with a hushed voice over the hallway, saying that maybe we should end the stuff right then and there, and just announce everyone the day after that we were not longer together... Of course, that didn't happen.
This and that happen... We were back in the plane, and back in Guadalajara. I bet we were still upset then, since I don't remember anything at all about the flight back. Nothing... And usually I remember all of the times I have flown, at least some detail. Either it was terribly boring and uneventful, or something hideous happened and my mind is trying to block it.
Back in Mexico
The rest of the semester just sucked in every possible way. My classes got terribly hard, and the relationship was getting harder by the minute. It was now obvious. I can handle hard work, I work well under pressure and all that. But feelings... Those mess me up. I am usually the cheerful guy that will brighten someone's day, really. Now I wasn't, and people could notice. They asked me about it, and told me I wasn't being my self. - sigh - . I said nothing in reply. You know those times in which you cannot talk about ANYTHING because any topic will lead to a discussion?. Well, we were there... It was awful. (And no, there weren't any fun make up sessions... At all).
By now I believe it should have ended then and there... I didn't know better, and I really cared for her in a very naive way. I guess I woke up when my brother and his girl celebrated their one year. She called me and asked me for a lot of help. Which I did. When he was playing a video game I jumped behind him and blind folded him, led him out of the house and drove him far away, until we hit this wonderful spot where you can see some rocky mountains, a beautiful view. All of a sudden we were in this huge stone theater, with stairs leading down, and music starts playing. She had set a great table with food on the stage, right next to the gorgeous view... As soon as the music started playing my brother took off the cloth he had by his eyes and ran downstairs... They meet and embraced. Tears were coming out of my eyes, I was crying, I really was. The song that could be listened was "My Song" from Moulin Rouge. - sigh -. When Abby and I had our one year... Well, I already wrote about that... Nothing happened at all, and that sucked.
By the end of the semester I was terribly sick. Some people claim it was the hardwork, others claim it was the messed up feelings I was having. Whatever. I needed like 4 surgeries around my nose. I couldn't stand it anymore. Abby left Mexico to spend Christmas with her family. Before she left I told her we should "take some time off" and give us time to think about our relationship while she was away. Ha!.
Just a bit after she left I spent some days in Mazatlan. A nice beach... I had long quiet walks, and some cool talks with Hector and Victor. I weighted all the good stuff vs. the bad stuff, and decided one thing: I loved her and was going to fight for it. I was happy. Excited.
While in Mexico Abby was depressed because she didn't have a guitar, and couldn't play. She was really into her music, so I decided to do the obvious thing: I got her a very cool guitar. Money didn't matter, it was all about her happiness. And Before I was getting my surgeries I had about two weeks, so I used all of that time to make the coolest e-scrapbook ever. With scans of all of our pictures, pieces of memorabilia I had collected, and animations I had made of ourselves as funny toon fellows. It was great!. I knew she was going to fall back for me as soon as she saw that. It had all "our songs". Everything.
Surgery time came... I was going to have 4 things done. Usually, each has it's own time and all. We decided to do them all at once. It would be more painful, but faster. I had my "adenoides" removed, my skull drilled and sinuses drained, my nose "straighten up", and my "cornetes" reduced. Sounds like a lot. Feels like a lot. That new year's eve was the worst ever. He he he.
... Now into 2003...
Abby came back!. I was so excited!. She was a bit cold, but it was ok, I mean, we said we were on a break, and we hadn't had that talk, so we were still kind of in a pause. At home it was gift exchanging time!!... Yay!!!...
Imagine my face as I was giving her the guitar, and the CD with that great scrapbook filled with animations of us, music and all. I was so going to win her back.
... Apparently her "thinking" led her to some other roads while being away. She wasn't happy when she saw the presents. She was actually uncomfortable. Later she told me she wanted to pay me for the guitar. - sigh -. She "kind of looked" at the CD. We were not a "we" anymore... Neither were we going to be. She gave me a blue mug as a present. Good, I like coffee and I like blue. Whatever.
... The worst part was that she kept living in my house for about 3 weeks. We changed from kissing "good morning" to nothing at all. And I saw her walking around the house. As if nothing mattered. I admit I wasn't rational, and I did cry a lot. A LOT. And I hated that she was around, and that she could see how devastated I was... But we were not going to kick her out right?.
Before classes I had a trip to Puerto Vallarta planned with my brother and some friends. While we were still together I invited Abby. I didn't "un-invited" her. I was kind of expecting she would do it herself. She didn't. While on the beach she led me to believe stuff could still happen. Argh. I feel stupid with my self as I type this...
Back in Guadalajara it got worst... We helped her find somewhere else to live. It was necessary!. I was devastated and having her around wasn't helping. She moved in with my brother's girlfriend. Ha.
I was playing with the idea that "maybe she will come back" for about a month... Two things happened to change my mind. One day she was telling me on the phone that some of her Mexicans friends were telling her that maybe I am a "macho" that wanted to control her all the time. WTF?!?!... People that know me will back me up, I am nothing like that. My dad is the epitome of mandilon, and Victor and I were trained accordingly!. Argh!. And second, I went on February 14th to this talk about "negative relationships". I walked out of there knowing that my relationship with her had died months before.
By now it was obvious we were not together, at least on her side. But I had stuff inside that needed to be said... That day I had a talk with her. Long. I said everything I wanted to say. Let it all out, following a good friend's advice. I offered her my sincere friendship. And told her that, if she ever wanted to do anything, she should give me a call. She never did.
About then, I started writing this blog... And actually, the first posts talk about that "letting go" period. It really started as a therapy thing... And well, that would cover that gap that wasn't posted about. Between "Vida en Macomb" and my first post ever.
Writing about all this started because of a question by Mishka. I bet not even she knew I was going to write so much boring stuff. I thought it would take me about 2 posts to sum it all up. As I was typing though, stuff kept jumping and ideas kept flowing. It has been fun. I have been "re-living" again a lot of things, even thinking, and realizing how much I have grown since then. We hardly ever give ourselves the time to think about our life, what has happened, and what we have learnt... It's good.
- Sigh -
Now I'll go get some coffee.
* Cheers.
[update]: Now that the full story has been written, I think I should add something. As I was telling Mishka. I do think this is a one-sided thing. And every story has two sides. I bet hers must make sense. And I don't really hold anything against her. It's just yet another case of a relationship that didn't work, and went on a bit longer than it should have. There, I feel better by adding this little bit.
I don't know how the discussion started, or even really how it ended. I remember the high point though. It's climax. I know that eventually Abby's brother went out to drive his girl to her place, so we were left alone. When we all were being silly together, her brother let something out about Abby smoking during the summer, and some other stupid stuff. I wasn't really that upset, it just shocked me a bit. I mean, I was back in Mexico all concerned because she would never write nor call, and all of a sudden I see she was being someone I didn't know at all while waiting in bars. Probably I asked her about it once we were left alone, but I know that isn't reason enough... Well, nothing ever really is... Whatever it was, it may have grown from there. At it's climax though, we were "yelling" with a hushed voice over the hallway, saying that maybe we should end the stuff right then and there, and just announce everyone the day after that we were not longer together... Of course, that didn't happen.
This and that happen... We were back in the plane, and back in Guadalajara. I bet we were still upset then, since I don't remember anything at all about the flight back. Nothing... And usually I remember all of the times I have flown, at least some detail. Either it was terribly boring and uneventful, or something hideous happened and my mind is trying to block it.
Back in Mexico
The rest of the semester just sucked in every possible way. My classes got terribly hard, and the relationship was getting harder by the minute. It was now obvious. I can handle hard work, I work well under pressure and all that. But feelings... Those mess me up. I am usually the cheerful guy that will brighten someone's day, really. Now I wasn't, and people could notice. They asked me about it, and told me I wasn't being my self. - sigh - . I said nothing in reply. You know those times in which you cannot talk about ANYTHING because any topic will lead to a discussion?. Well, we were there... It was awful. (And no, there weren't any fun make up sessions... At all).
By now I believe it should have ended then and there... I didn't know better, and I really cared for her in a very naive way. I guess I woke up when my brother and his girl celebrated their one year. She called me and asked me for a lot of help. Which I did. When he was playing a video game I jumped behind him and blind folded him, led him out of the house and drove him far away, until we hit this wonderful spot where you can see some rocky mountains, a beautiful view. All of a sudden we were in this huge stone theater, with stairs leading down, and music starts playing. She had set a great table with food on the stage, right next to the gorgeous view... As soon as the music started playing my brother took off the cloth he had by his eyes and ran downstairs... They meet and embraced. Tears were coming out of my eyes, I was crying, I really was. The song that could be listened was "My Song" from Moulin Rouge. - sigh -. When Abby and I had our one year... Well, I already wrote about that... Nothing happened at all, and that sucked.
By the end of the semester I was terribly sick. Some people claim it was the hardwork, others claim it was the messed up feelings I was having. Whatever. I needed like 4 surgeries around my nose. I couldn't stand it anymore. Abby left Mexico to spend Christmas with her family. Before she left I told her we should "take some time off" and give us time to think about our relationship while she was away. Ha!.
Just a bit after she left I spent some days in Mazatlan. A nice beach... I had long quiet walks, and some cool talks with Hector and Victor. I weighted all the good stuff vs. the bad stuff, and decided one thing: I loved her and was going to fight for it. I was happy. Excited.
While in Mexico Abby was depressed because she didn't have a guitar, and couldn't play. She was really into her music, so I decided to do the obvious thing: I got her a very cool guitar. Money didn't matter, it was all about her happiness. And Before I was getting my surgeries I had about two weeks, so I used all of that time to make the coolest e-scrapbook ever. With scans of all of our pictures, pieces of memorabilia I had collected, and animations I had made of ourselves as funny toon fellows. It was great!. I knew she was going to fall back for me as soon as she saw that. It had all "our songs". Everything.
Surgery time came... I was going to have 4 things done. Usually, each has it's own time and all. We decided to do them all at once. It would be more painful, but faster. I had my "adenoides" removed, my skull drilled and sinuses drained, my nose "straighten up", and my "cornetes" reduced. Sounds like a lot. Feels like a lot. That new year's eve was the worst ever. He he he.
... Now into 2003...
Abby came back!. I was so excited!. She was a bit cold, but it was ok, I mean, we said we were on a break, and we hadn't had that talk, so we were still kind of in a pause. At home it was gift exchanging time!!... Yay!!!...
Imagine my face as I was giving her the guitar, and the CD with that great scrapbook filled with animations of us, music and all. I was so going to win her back.
... Apparently her "thinking" led her to some other roads while being away. She wasn't happy when she saw the presents. She was actually uncomfortable. Later she told me she wanted to pay me for the guitar. - sigh -. She "kind of looked" at the CD. We were not a "we" anymore... Neither were we going to be. She gave me a blue mug as a present. Good, I like coffee and I like blue. Whatever.
... The worst part was that she kept living in my house for about 3 weeks. We changed from kissing "good morning" to nothing at all. And I saw her walking around the house. As if nothing mattered. I admit I wasn't rational, and I did cry a lot. A LOT. And I hated that she was around, and that she could see how devastated I was... But we were not going to kick her out right?.
Before classes I had a trip to Puerto Vallarta planned with my brother and some friends. While we were still together I invited Abby. I didn't "un-invited" her. I was kind of expecting she would do it herself. She didn't. While on the beach she led me to believe stuff could still happen. Argh. I feel stupid with my self as I type this...
Back in Guadalajara it got worst... We helped her find somewhere else to live. It was necessary!. I was devastated and having her around wasn't helping. She moved in with my brother's girlfriend. Ha.
I was playing with the idea that "maybe she will come back" for about a month... Two things happened to change my mind. One day she was telling me on the phone that some of her Mexicans friends were telling her that maybe I am a "macho" that wanted to control her all the time. WTF?!?!... People that know me will back me up, I am nothing like that. My dad is the epitome of mandilon, and Victor and I were trained accordingly!. Argh!. And second, I went on February 14th to this talk about "negative relationships". I walked out of there knowing that my relationship with her had died months before.
By now it was obvious we were not together, at least on her side. But I had stuff inside that needed to be said... That day I had a talk with her. Long. I said everything I wanted to say. Let it all out, following a good friend's advice. I offered her my sincere friendship. And told her that, if she ever wanted to do anything, she should give me a call. She never did.
About then, I started writing this blog... And actually, the first posts talk about that "letting go" period. It really started as a therapy thing... And well, that would cover that gap that wasn't posted about. Between "Vida en Macomb" and my first post ever.
Writing about all this started because of a question by Mishka. I bet not even she knew I was going to write so much boring stuff. I thought it would take me about 2 posts to sum it all up. As I was typing though, stuff kept jumping and ideas kept flowing. It has been fun. I have been "re-living" again a lot of things, even thinking, and realizing how much I have grown since then. We hardly ever give ourselves the time to think about our life, what has happened, and what we have learnt... It's good.
- Sigh -
Now I'll go get some coffee.
* Cheers.
[update]: Now that the full story has been written, I think I should add something. As I was telling Mishka. I do think this is a one-sided thing. And every story has two sides. I bet hers must make sense. And I don't really hold anything against her. It's just yet another case of a relationship that didn't work, and went on a bit longer than it should have. There, I feel better by adding this little bit.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Girls n Cons
Yesterday I learnt a lot about girls all of a sudden. Or actually, I was able to really grasp some concepts, because after all, they are common sense once you figure it out. (As much common sense as you can get when trying to figure out how women think, at least). Mishka and Luna were kind enough to enlighten me about how they can check someone out and that person won't even notice... And at night, I had a fun example yet again. The lady that does our haircut said that the last time we were there, two girls that were also waiting kept talking about us when we walked out, (Victor and I). Of course I told the lady about the talk I had during the day, and I said something like we are just stupid. To which the lady nicely replied: not really, it's just that guys focus on something else. He he he, nice way to put it.
... By the way, I hope I can someday see what you wrote on you friend's copy of that book Luna!!.
About girls too, I have to say I am happy that I keep seeing more of them at the geeky events!. Girls are finding in geekdom a nice viable fun life style. Welcome!. Really, there were a lot of nice girls walking around the place, and you see more everyday. Yay!.
I saw several wow looking girls. But I have to admit, the one that puzzled me, was this pretty blind girl. Yes, I said blind. It was very interesting to see her hanging around in our stand, and having her friend taking her hand and tracing some of the drawings with her finger. And all of a sudden she would go wow!, that looks amazing!. Goose bumps again. I don't even know what to say about that.
...
Anyway, as promised, here are some pictures!. Not to my surprise most pictures are awful, taken with an out of focus camera and poor lighting, bad angles, etc. Still, they can give a slight feeling of how things went. :-)
This is what the stand looked like.
There I am explaining stuff to people... I wonder how bored they were.
Can you believe it?. Me signing an autograph!. O_o
You can kind of see me here with this fan.
This is what my brother looks like. He he he, he looks like some ferret caught by the camera in some National Geographic stuff.
... By the way, I hope I can someday see what you wrote on you friend's copy of that book Luna!!.
About girls too, I have to say I am happy that I keep seeing more of them at the geeky events!. Girls are finding in geekdom a nice viable fun life style. Welcome!. Really, there were a lot of nice girls walking around the place, and you see more everyday. Yay!.
I saw several wow looking girls. But I have to admit, the one that puzzled me, was this pretty blind girl. Yes, I said blind. It was very interesting to see her hanging around in our stand, and having her friend taking her hand and tracing some of the drawings with her finger. And all of a sudden she would go wow!, that looks amazing!. Goose bumps again. I don't even know what to say about that.
...
Anyway, as promised, here are some pictures!. Not to my surprise most pictures are awful, taken with an out of focus camera and poor lighting, bad angles, etc. Still, they can give a slight feeling of how things went. :-)
This is what the stand looked like.
There I am explaining stuff to people... I wonder how bored they were.
Can you believe it?. Me signing an autograph!. O_o
You can kind of see me here with this fan.
This is what my brother looks like. He he he, he looks like some ferret caught by the camera in some National Geographic stuff.
Monday, November 08, 2004
So good.
Class was hard, internet is way too slow, and my coffee got cold. I actually have way too much work, and no eagerness to get it done.
It doesn't matter. Deep breathing, closing your eyes and listening "so flute" by St. Germain make it all right.
Good stuff.
* Cheers indeed
ps. It could only be better if I was sitting in a cool living room, maybe drinking something and having good times with some friends...
It doesn't matter. Deep breathing, closing your eyes and listening "so flute" by St. Germain make it all right.
Good stuff.
* Cheers indeed
ps. It could only be better if I was sitting in a cool living room, maybe drinking something and having good times with some friends...
My very first con
It all started since Thursday, but we knew those first two days were going to be slow, so we all checked our schedules, and made sure the stand would be taken care of all the time. That was it.
Saturday was going to be the big day, we were supposed to be there at 9:00 am, fix things up, and be ready to rumble. Ehem... I woke up at about 10:00. Damn previous night!!. I managed to put my self together real fast, and off I went. Needless to say, I got lost. Very lost. Good thing is that I have developed an incredible amount of patience with my self, so I know that by driving around places I will eventually hit the spot. The very same thing happened here. When I parked, I just had to check and double check were I was leaving my car. Yes, I tend to loose those too. :-P
As I was a guest, I was supposed to have a special pass and all. I didn't, so the girl in the entrance walked me to the stand. WOW. It was great!. The gave us a stand about twice as big everyone else's, and the way we decorated it was awesome. I promise I will post a couple of pictures at least. Hopefully by tonight. Just take my word. The stand was great!!...
... I just had the time of my life during that con. My feet and legs where hurting, I was hungry, and all that, but I just had to keep going!. We hanged out with Raul Treviño, with the guys from Suda Estudio, Urban Dreams, Nuke 9, and a bunch of other artist. This was my first con, so I didn't know. But I was told that what happened here was very cool, since we all were friends, sharing good times and laughter. Apparently sometimes studios behave rude to each other like competition, or thinking they are better or whatever. Not this time though, it was awesome. We all were sharing our stuff, autographs, anything!. I was happy to meet Raul Treviño since I had heard so much about him, and he really is a cool simple guy!. Sometimes I start idealizing all this pros, but then when I meet them and see they are humans, and they joke and are geeky and all, I feel just great about my self!. He he he.
The guys at Suda Estudio have an amazing work. Yay!... Can you tell I am excited?.
I hope they start making more of those things here in Guadalajara... It was a decent first step. Of course there was a lot of tianguis going on. But that one hall filled with studios and artist made it really worth people's time.
I am tempted to say our stand was the best. Actually, several people told us so, it's a safe statement. And it wasn't really because we had the best product (really). It was about the people, and the attitude. At the end, one of the other artists said that we were such a hit because we were treating everyone very nicely, and by the end people liked hanging out by our stand. Guys from other studios walked in and stayed to chat, etc. They wore t-shirts with our logos. You name it.
I feel so proud... Really, you have to see this pictures I am talking about. A line of several artists drawing sketches for the people, we were interviewed, asked a bunch of things.
Signing and giving autographs was such a weird experience to me!. Yet people loved them, and they wanted you to dedicate this to this or that person. Write something nice, sign.
AHHH!!!!... I don't think I can actually portray here how cool it all was... This is one of those times where I am feeling words are failing me.
You just have to see the eyes of that someone to whom are giving an autograph. The sparkle in their eyes as they see your work and they listen to you talk it about it. I told several people about my project and each time I got goose bumps, and could feel they were getting into it too... The way all the artist were over doing themselves, all for the people, how happy they all seemed.
- Sigh -
Now, to be honest, it all depends in the follow through that we give to this whole thing. It was our first public appearance, and people loved it. Now we have to live up to those expectations. Locals were happy there was a studio such as ours in Guadalajara, and they all want more. They want talks, classes, they want to buy our stuff!.
- Hiijoos... Que chido.
* Cheers *
ps. Those pictures will be up soon!.
Saturday was going to be the big day, we were supposed to be there at 9:00 am, fix things up, and be ready to rumble. Ehem... I woke up at about 10:00. Damn previous night!!. I managed to put my self together real fast, and off I went. Needless to say, I got lost. Very lost. Good thing is that I have developed an incredible amount of patience with my self, so I know that by driving around places I will eventually hit the spot. The very same thing happened here. When I parked, I just had to check and double check were I was leaving my car. Yes, I tend to loose those too. :-P
As I was a guest, I was supposed to have a special pass and all. I didn't, so the girl in the entrance walked me to the stand. WOW. It was great!. The gave us a stand about twice as big everyone else's, and the way we decorated it was awesome. I promise I will post a couple of pictures at least. Hopefully by tonight. Just take my word. The stand was great!!...
... I just had the time of my life during that con. My feet and legs where hurting, I was hungry, and all that, but I just had to keep going!. We hanged out with Raul Treviño, with the guys from Suda Estudio, Urban Dreams, Nuke 9, and a bunch of other artist. This was my first con, so I didn't know. But I was told that what happened here was very cool, since we all were friends, sharing good times and laughter. Apparently sometimes studios behave rude to each other like competition, or thinking they are better or whatever. Not this time though, it was awesome. We all were sharing our stuff, autographs, anything!. I was happy to meet Raul Treviño since I had heard so much about him, and he really is a cool simple guy!. Sometimes I start idealizing all this pros, but then when I meet them and see they are humans, and they joke and are geeky and all, I feel just great about my self!. He he he.
The guys at Suda Estudio have an amazing work. Yay!... Can you tell I am excited?.
I hope they start making more of those things here in Guadalajara... It was a decent first step. Of course there was a lot of tianguis going on. But that one hall filled with studios and artist made it really worth people's time.
I am tempted to say our stand was the best. Actually, several people told us so, it's a safe statement. And it wasn't really because we had the best product (really). It was about the people, and the attitude. At the end, one of the other artists said that we were such a hit because we were treating everyone very nicely, and by the end people liked hanging out by our stand. Guys from other studios walked in and stayed to chat, etc. They wore t-shirts with our logos. You name it.
I feel so proud... Really, you have to see this pictures I am talking about. A line of several artists drawing sketches for the people, we were interviewed, asked a bunch of things.
Signing and giving autographs was such a weird experience to me!. Yet people loved them, and they wanted you to dedicate this to this or that person. Write something nice, sign.
AHHH!!!!... I don't think I can actually portray here how cool it all was... This is one of those times where I am feeling words are failing me.
You just have to see the eyes of that someone to whom are giving an autograph. The sparkle in their eyes as they see your work and they listen to you talk it about it. I told several people about my project and each time I got goose bumps, and could feel they were getting into it too... The way all the artist were over doing themselves, all for the people, how happy they all seemed.
- Sigh -
Now, to be honest, it all depends in the follow through that we give to this whole thing. It was our first public appearance, and people loved it. Now we have to live up to those expectations. Locals were happy there was a studio such as ours in Guadalajara, and they all want more. They want talks, classes, they want to buy our stuff!.
- Hiijoos... Que chido.
* Cheers *
ps. Those pictures will be up soon!.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Double standards...
I just came back from the "Arcos de Zapopan", where I had a rather interesting/fun time with Memo, Pollo and Gunther... That's how you spell it right?. G-u-n-t-h-e-r. It's late, and I am tired... And although I am not even a bit drunk, I know I am not 100% sober either... So, let's see how this post turns out.
Right... So. I had several options tonight, the most appealing one pretty much included staying at home and leaning some pointers (C stuff)*. Others were going out with some comunicologos, etc. I decided to go out with Memo and those guys, I have a lot of fun with them, and I hardly ever get to see them. So I did.
... Before that though. We did great in a meeting we had!. I may end up consulting this company and telling them how to do their work. He he he. I hope that works out, it would be good money. Good traveling money!!. And it does seem I will need a lot of that if I want to visit those ice cream shops Luna and Mishka keep talking about. :-P
So I ended up having some very good pizza and wine with Memo and Gunther in a place called Candelas. Now, as much as I did like the conversation I think I spaced out several times. And I bet at least Memo noticed. The joke in turn was about the fact that our golden years were past, and how we were getting old and all. Still, I just started thinking about the place I was in. The people I was with. How nice it was, the music, open roof, the stars, decoration. And that got me thinking: do they have places like this up in Canada?. And even if they do, what about the company?.
... Side note: I felt like a piece of meat, dirty and all. Argh!. I hate guys!. Ha ha ha... Ok, that was a bit sarcastic. But I did feel awkward because there was this table with about 12 guys sitting there. They ranged from ages 28 to 45 I bet. Whatever. All of a sudden one of them stared at me for a while, of course I noticed. Then he started talking to the guy next to him, and now he looked at me too. Two guys. For some reason they talked to the guy in front, and he to the one on his side. I had 4 FREAKING GUYS CHECKING ME OUT!!! (At several times during the night, and they had the full check when I got up and walked away... Argh).... Either I had the worst hair do, or they.... Argh... I don't want to think about it. We have feelings too you know?.
I told my brother about this on the way home and how, if it had been girls, that would have been cool. He he he. Double Standards!!... He yelled at me saying that it was still flattering and all. Whatever, he may be right. Still, why doesn't it happen with girls?.
...
After dinner we went for a walk, meet with Pollo, and headed for a nice bar close by. Again, I was thinking about how nice are all this bars in the open air, with my friends and all, while in Edmonton they now have snow... And my friends are not there. Heh.
We did have a fun talk. I laughed a lot. But my brother was smart enough to point something out. We were talking geeky stuff, rather loud. No wonder why we were all by ourselves. - Sigh -.
....
On the way back, on the car, Victor started talking about how much he wishes we were living in Europe, where girls and guys can invite their girlfriends/boyfriends over to sleep in their beds and parents agree. Then he backed off and said: well, that if I had sons, I would let them... If I had daughters though, I would kill their boyfriends.. Hah!!... I got him back!!... Double standard right there!!!... If you want to be fair, you have to be all the way. Why is it that we latins think like that?.
- Sigh -
Once home, it made sense to log in and write... I hope it does make sense once I read it all tomorrow... He he he.
* Cheers *
* Side note: It really was appealing to stay and learn some stuff, mostly because I am getting worried about having lost my "tech powers", you know?, for the masters and all. Still, I am in that let's do as much "social stuff" as we can stage.
ps. It feels like I have much more to write about it all... But my brain is kind of shutting off. So, those letters will have to wait to be typed.
Right... So. I had several options tonight, the most appealing one pretty much included staying at home and leaning some pointers (C stuff)*. Others were going out with some comunicologos, etc. I decided to go out with Memo and those guys, I have a lot of fun with them, and I hardly ever get to see them. So I did.
... Before that though. We did great in a meeting we had!. I may end up consulting this company and telling them how to do their work. He he he. I hope that works out, it would be good money. Good traveling money!!. And it does seem I will need a lot of that if I want to visit those ice cream shops Luna and Mishka keep talking about. :-P
So I ended up having some very good pizza and wine with Memo and Gunther in a place called Candelas. Now, as much as I did like the conversation I think I spaced out several times. And I bet at least Memo noticed. The joke in turn was about the fact that our golden years were past, and how we were getting old and all. Still, I just started thinking about the place I was in. The people I was with. How nice it was, the music, open roof, the stars, decoration. And that got me thinking: do they have places like this up in Canada?. And even if they do, what about the company?.
... Side note: I felt like a piece of meat, dirty and all. Argh!. I hate guys!. Ha ha ha... Ok, that was a bit sarcastic. But I did feel awkward because there was this table with about 12 guys sitting there. They ranged from ages 28 to 45 I bet. Whatever. All of a sudden one of them stared at me for a while, of course I noticed. Then he started talking to the guy next to him, and now he looked at me too. Two guys. For some reason they talked to the guy in front, and he to the one on his side. I had 4 FREAKING GUYS CHECKING ME OUT!!! (At several times during the night, and they had the full check when I got up and walked away... Argh).... Either I had the worst hair do, or they.... Argh... I don't want to think about it. We have feelings too you know?.
I told my brother about this on the way home and how, if it had been girls, that would have been cool. He he he. Double Standards!!... He yelled at me saying that it was still flattering and all. Whatever, he may be right. Still, why doesn't it happen with girls?.
...
After dinner we went for a walk, meet with Pollo, and headed for a nice bar close by. Again, I was thinking about how nice are all this bars in the open air, with my friends and all, while in Edmonton they now have snow... And my friends are not there. Heh.
We did have a fun talk. I laughed a lot. But my brother was smart enough to point something out. We were talking geeky stuff, rather loud. No wonder why we were all by ourselves. - Sigh -.
....
On the way back, on the car, Victor started talking about how much he wishes we were living in Europe, where girls and guys can invite their girlfriends/boyfriends over to sleep in their beds and parents agree. Then he backed off and said: well, that if I had sons, I would let them... If I had daughters though, I would kill their boyfriends.. Hah!!... I got him back!!... Double standard right there!!!... If you want to be fair, you have to be all the way. Why is it that we latins think like that?.
- Sigh -
Once home, it made sense to log in and write... I hope it does make sense once I read it all tomorrow... He he he.
* Cheers *
* Side note: It really was appealing to stay and learn some stuff, mostly because I am getting worried about having lost my "tech powers", you know?, for the masters and all. Still, I am in that let's do as much "social stuff" as we can stage.
ps. It feels like I have much more to write about it all... But my brain is kind of shutting off. So, those letters will have to wait to be typed.
Friday, November 05, 2004
What life is telling me... Again
Yesterday morning, before coming to work, my mom yelled like crazy so that I would go to her room and watch something on the tv. I did.
They were showing this documentary about this little guy who, at age 11, started doing his own animation and took him about 3 years to get it done. About this guy who could think of nothing but animation all through his life. A guy who eventually came to work in projects such as The Fox and the Hound, The Simpsons, Iron Giant, etc (all of them personal favorites... I believe The Fox and the Hound and the Iron Giant are the two pieces of animation that have moved me the most). He is now promoting the film the just directed, the Incredibles by Pixar. His Name is Brad Bird. How did he do all that?: Focus.
I won't get too deep into the topic. I have bored you all enough with plenty posts regarding that latelly. But it is a great example. Nothing but that since he was 11. Wow.
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This working out thing is really messed up. Isn't it supposed to give you energies and all?. I arrive home, can stay doing stuff for a little while, and then I feel terribly sleepy, TERRIBLY SLEEPY!.
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PS. By the way, I found this very good link, in Sergio's site [rev.z3n] submited it. It makes me regain my faith in the US people. They did tried, a bunch of artist and people in the media made a huge statement against Bush, etc. Still, he won. Voters voted, a consensus was reached. I am glad you guys are sorry, so are we. Now let us all move on, stop complaining, and make the bit of difference that is in our hands.
They were showing this documentary about this little guy who, at age 11, started doing his own animation and took him about 3 years to get it done. About this guy who could think of nothing but animation all through his life. A guy who eventually came to work in projects such as The Fox and the Hound, The Simpsons, Iron Giant, etc (all of them personal favorites... I believe The Fox and the Hound and the Iron Giant are the two pieces of animation that have moved me the most). He is now promoting the film the just directed, the Incredibles by Pixar. His Name is Brad Bird. How did he do all that?: Focus.
I won't get too deep into the topic. I have bored you all enough with plenty posts regarding that latelly. But it is a great example. Nothing but that since he was 11. Wow.
--
This working out thing is really messed up. Isn't it supposed to give you energies and all?. I arrive home, can stay doing stuff for a little while, and then I feel terribly sleepy, TERRIBLY SLEEPY!.
--
PS. By the way, I found this very good link, in Sergio's site [rev.z3n] submited it. It makes me regain my faith in the US people. They did tried, a bunch of artist and people in the media made a huge statement against Bush, etc. Still, he won. Voters voted, a consensus was reached. I am glad you guys are sorry, so are we. Now let us all move on, stop complaining, and make the bit of difference that is in our hands.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Strangers in the night
Last night I was reading this design book, with that rush you only get when you know you are about to finish a book, all excited turning page after page, getting close to be done. When all of a sudden... A noise. That messed up noise that I hear when some bug is trying to either become one with the wall, or go through it...
I let out a pissed off sigh, placed a bookmark, closed those pages, and turned around. There it was. Close to the door, standing in the wall almost reaching the roof, there was this huge grass hopper. People who have been to my house know, we do get large insects... This one was huge, with that size that could qualify him as a proper pet, and that surely ruled out the possibility of squashing it with some shoe... Yuk... The mess.
I hate insects... All of them. I can stand looking pictures of them, or watching them with a glass between us. They are messed up. They freak me out. And I know they beat us in numbers so whenever it may come down to voting, they would kick our asses. Really, I cannot even kill a cockroach by stepping on it. It's not that kind of hatred, the kind that makes you kill. It's the one that makes you run.
...
I decided it would be a good idea to leave it there and finish my book. Maybe some fairy would come and eat him (they do that right?), or maybe the cat would do his job. Tried to read the book without that much concern, and eventually I was done with it. (Really good book). I looked... The freaking being was still there. All huge and green.
I knew I had to do something, so I went at it. I ran through my door (I had to run, otherwise he may have fallen on me or something) and looked for some bug killing spray... Found none. That only left me and my socks. And my brother's socks, he had left them on the hallway. So, this is what I did: I opened one door from my closet (which was going to serve me as a cover/barricade), and started throwing the socks at the thing... (My roof is high, it made sense at the moment). F**k, I missed... Retrieving the ammo was awful, I was afraid he would jump any time!!!...
I went at it again... I hit it!... Damn!... No!... He started flying all around!!... I hid behind the door and heard it moving all over the place... The agony!!... May he not land on me please!!!... The noise stopped. He was now standing on the sides of my bookshelf. That was a reachable height...
I ran, again, to the bathroom looking for some sort of device that would help. The answer was laying on the floor... A dirty set of boxers. Hah!. At this point I knew I wasn't going to kill the thing, I just wanted to get rid of it. It made sense to trap him somehow. So I took the boxers with both my hands, stretched them, and stood about a meter away from the monster for about a minute... It was scary!. I got brave, and did it... It was trapped...
I was pressing the stretched boxers against the bookshelf, with him between. He was moving nowhere. Neither was I. I felt safe, yet uneasy. How the freak was I going to get him out of my room?. If I sort of moved he would run away... Argh!!... Some time passed.
I felt him moving... Walking... Getting close to that "hole" that boxers have... Damn!... He was going to get away!!!. I was quick, I didn't think that much. I folded the thing who knows how, and ran all the way to the laundry room (which is where the cat sleeps). I just threw the boxers there. May the cat do this job...
- Sigh -
I am such a brave guy... I bested the beast.
Ha!!...
* Cheers *
I let out a pissed off sigh, placed a bookmark, closed those pages, and turned around. There it was. Close to the door, standing in the wall almost reaching the roof, there was this huge grass hopper. People who have been to my house know, we do get large insects... This one was huge, with that size that could qualify him as a proper pet, and that surely ruled out the possibility of squashing it with some shoe... Yuk... The mess.
I hate insects... All of them. I can stand looking pictures of them, or watching them with a glass between us. They are messed up. They freak me out. And I know they beat us in numbers so whenever it may come down to voting, they would kick our asses. Really, I cannot even kill a cockroach by stepping on it. It's not that kind of hatred, the kind that makes you kill. It's the one that makes you run.
...
I decided it would be a good idea to leave it there and finish my book. Maybe some fairy would come and eat him (they do that right?), or maybe the cat would do his job. Tried to read the book without that much concern, and eventually I was done with it. (Really good book). I looked... The freaking being was still there. All huge and green.
I knew I had to do something, so I went at it. I ran through my door (I had to run, otherwise he may have fallen on me or something) and looked for some bug killing spray... Found none. That only left me and my socks. And my brother's socks, he had left them on the hallway. So, this is what I did: I opened one door from my closet (which was going to serve me as a cover/barricade), and started throwing the socks at the thing... (My roof is high, it made sense at the moment). F**k, I missed... Retrieving the ammo was awful, I was afraid he would jump any time!!!...
I went at it again... I hit it!... Damn!... No!... He started flying all around!!... I hid behind the door and heard it moving all over the place... The agony!!... May he not land on me please!!!... The noise stopped. He was now standing on the sides of my bookshelf. That was a reachable height...
I ran, again, to the bathroom looking for some sort of device that would help. The answer was laying on the floor... A dirty set of boxers. Hah!. At this point I knew I wasn't going to kill the thing, I just wanted to get rid of it. It made sense to trap him somehow. So I took the boxers with both my hands, stretched them, and stood about a meter away from the monster for about a minute... It was scary!. I got brave, and did it... It was trapped...
I was pressing the stretched boxers against the bookshelf, with him between. He was moving nowhere. Neither was I. I felt safe, yet uneasy. How the freak was I going to get him out of my room?. If I sort of moved he would run away... Argh!!... Some time passed.
I felt him moving... Walking... Getting close to that "hole" that boxers have... Damn!... He was going to get away!!!. I was quick, I didn't think that much. I folded the thing who knows how, and ran all the way to the laundry room (which is where the cat sleeps). I just threw the boxers there. May the cat do this job...
- Sigh -
I am such a brave guy... I bested the beast.
Ha!!...
* Cheers *
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Argh...
Bush won...
I really don't believe it.
And I don't feel like talking about it. I just hope he doesn't mess things up too much. That, or that he messes them up in such a way that the crisis will wake USA up. Right.
[Update]: Good statement by Michael Moore. On his home page, a nice pic of the president, made with pictures of soldiers he's sent to war.
I really don't believe it.
And I don't feel like talking about it. I just hope he doesn't mess things up too much. That, or that he messes them up in such a way that the crisis will wake USA up. Right.
[Update]: Good statement by Michael Moore. On his home page, a nice pic of the president, made with pictures of soldiers he's sent to war.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
The fall off 2002 (3)
The wedding... Part 2.
By this time I had already dealt with the parent's, and in Abby's case that meant dealing with a lot of people and two households (her Dad and his wife, the mom and her boyfriend, her ex-dad). That was really hard... I remember that I was terribly nervous the first time I saw her Mom, and of course the idea of her dad terrified me. [When I met her mom it was even harder because it wasn't going to be a "let's get coffee and get our of here" thing, I was going to stay in her house for a full week... I was really trying to make a good impression. Either way, at the end it worked. They all liked me, and to be honest, I grew quite fond of them my self].
Still, at the reception I got all nervous again. People had heard a lot about me, they had expectations, they had questions, and mostly: they had jokes. Abby's dad was kind enough to adopt me during the reception, so I got to sit on his table with Chuck's friends. I remember at a point there was some discussion about Mexico and it's culture... Argh. It turned out alright though.
I don't really know how it ended... I am guessing I blocked most of the jokes, or was I just terribly bored?. I don't know, I remember being envious of Christina because she had a game boy though. Either way, the reception was over eventually. Even today, I don't know what those are for.
I am almost sure I spent that night at Abby's dad's house.
The next morning was, very probably, the rehearsal... How?, why?. It could be that the rehearsal was first, and then the reception. I truly do not know. Damn. Does anybody knows if those two useless activities follow some protocol as in which comes first?.
Either way, I liked the rehearsal... Or mostly, I liked the church. It was in an orthodox Christian Russian church. For some reason Chuck got into that church and it's traditions, and he just loved them. The place was very small, but terribly beautiful. The paintings and decorations all over. Things happened the way they were meant to, and so we were done.
I know as well we visited this family that Abby just loved at some point. She used to baby sit the kids and had known them for years, they really cared for her too. I always had a good time when we were around there. The Mom and Dad were very interesting people, and the kids were just fun to be around. Besides, the Mom cooked great brownies!!!...
The day of the actual wedding we all were spending the night at some hotel. The party was taking place there, and although it wasn't far away from people's houses, it seems that it's pretty common to do that too. That morning, as I was leaving Abby's Dad's house, he and his wife stopped me and gave me a huge gift box. -Christmas gift, we won't be able to see you then-. It was a HUGE deal, and they gave me the coolest jacket I have. They knew I had lost mine here in Mexico (Abby told them I bet), so they got me this great GAP one... Wow... Talk about nice surprises. Later Abby told me she was envious about it!, they seemed to like me better than her!... Ha!.
Anyway... I bet a bunch of other things that I cannot remember happened before the wedding. Either way, eventually we were at the wedding. It was pretty much like the rehearsal, but everybody was dressing nice, and not playing make believe, this time was the real thing. It turned out great, the way those orthodox guys perform the wedding is very pretty. They do everything 3 times, and it's not as boring as it sounds... Surprinsingly enough to be honest.
Kisses were given, rice was thrown, and a new married couple walked out of that church with a smile on their faces.
I don't know with whom I went to the hotel... Abby's brother and I were staying on the same room, so we checked in, left our stuff there...
This and that happened... And all of a sudden, we were at a party!.
There was dancing, nice music, and all that good stuff. Sarah is a professional dancer, so she and her boyfriend prepared a very cool first dance. Besides Sarah and her students performed some very cool pieces tap dancing, etc. I did have a good time. Despite of the fact that a lot of people were telling me -I bet you and Abby are going to be the next-. Yeah right.
Remember that time when the groom throws this thing on the air and all the single guys fight to catch it?, and if you get it then it means you are the next to marry?. Of course, I really did my best to NOT get it, but while I was trying that, a bunch of Abby's uncles and aunts were cheering -Hector!, Hector!-. I guess I passed that whole family test. Still, that was embarrassing.
J had a great bottle of wine, which he shared only with very few people. It was meant to be terribly expensive, all I know is that it was terribly good. I wasn't one of those few people that were supposed to drink from it though. Abby was, lucky thing she doesn't like the stuff, and that's when the boyfriend comes in handy!.
Here in Mexico we party till dawn, and then they serve break fast. At least till 4 am or something like that. That doesn't happen there either, quite early the whole thing was off. Bummer. We were quite awake!. So James, his girlfriend, Abby and I decided to go back to our room and keep it on there. I even remember James saying "ok, here is the deal, you get the room 30 minutes with Abby, and then I do so with my girl"... Ha ha ha, he was funny!. Quite laid back to be the brother, at least, that wouldn't be heard here, brother are supposed to give you a bad time.
The day had been pretty cool, and now this little after party we were having was turning out decent... For a while. Eventually though, one of the worst discussions I ever had with Abby happened. We even took it down the hall, I saw her with a that pissed off face I only saw a couple of times. I hated it so much... That fight meant a lot... Did I flew all the way there just for that?... Damn.
... How did it started?... I don't quite remember... The way any stupid fight starts. What I know though, is how it ended.
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ps. I am sorry it's taking me this long to finish writing about this. It's just funny, when I start typing, all this memories start to flow back, and I just keep writing all this little details that probably only I care about. Still, it's been written, slowly but steadily. Tell me if them posts are too long, or encrypted... After all, writing all this started because of a question from you!.
By this time I had already dealt with the parent's, and in Abby's case that meant dealing with a lot of people and two households (her Dad and his wife, the mom and her boyfriend, her ex-dad). That was really hard... I remember that I was terribly nervous the first time I saw her Mom, and of course the idea of her dad terrified me. [When I met her mom it was even harder because it wasn't going to be a "let's get coffee and get our of here" thing, I was going to stay in her house for a full week... I was really trying to make a good impression. Either way, at the end it worked. They all liked me, and to be honest, I grew quite fond of them my self].
Still, at the reception I got all nervous again. People had heard a lot about me, they had expectations, they had questions, and mostly: they had jokes. Abby's dad was kind enough to adopt me during the reception, so I got to sit on his table with Chuck's friends. I remember at a point there was some discussion about Mexico and it's culture... Argh. It turned out alright though.
I don't really know how it ended... I am guessing I blocked most of the jokes, or was I just terribly bored?. I don't know, I remember being envious of Christina because she had a game boy though. Either way, the reception was over eventually. Even today, I don't know what those are for.
I am almost sure I spent that night at Abby's dad's house.
The next morning was, very probably, the rehearsal... How?, why?. It could be that the rehearsal was first, and then the reception. I truly do not know. Damn. Does anybody knows if those two useless activities follow some protocol as in which comes first?.
Either way, I liked the rehearsal... Or mostly, I liked the church. It was in an orthodox Christian Russian church. For some reason Chuck got into that church and it's traditions, and he just loved them. The place was very small, but terribly beautiful. The paintings and decorations all over. Things happened the way they were meant to, and so we were done.
I know as well we visited this family that Abby just loved at some point. She used to baby sit the kids and had known them for years, they really cared for her too. I always had a good time when we were around there. The Mom and Dad were very interesting people, and the kids were just fun to be around. Besides, the Mom cooked great brownies!!!...
The day of the actual wedding we all were spending the night at some hotel. The party was taking place there, and although it wasn't far away from people's houses, it seems that it's pretty common to do that too. That morning, as I was leaving Abby's Dad's house, he and his wife stopped me and gave me a huge gift box. -Christmas gift, we won't be able to see you then-. It was a HUGE deal, and they gave me the coolest jacket I have. They knew I had lost mine here in Mexico (Abby told them I bet), so they got me this great GAP one... Wow... Talk about nice surprises. Later Abby told me she was envious about it!, they seemed to like me better than her!... Ha!.
Anyway... I bet a bunch of other things that I cannot remember happened before the wedding. Either way, eventually we were at the wedding. It was pretty much like the rehearsal, but everybody was dressing nice, and not playing make believe, this time was the real thing. It turned out great, the way those orthodox guys perform the wedding is very pretty. They do everything 3 times, and it's not as boring as it sounds... Surprinsingly enough to be honest.
Kisses were given, rice was thrown, and a new married couple walked out of that church with a smile on their faces.
I don't know with whom I went to the hotel... Abby's brother and I were staying on the same room, so we checked in, left our stuff there...
This and that happened... And all of a sudden, we were at a party!.
There was dancing, nice music, and all that good stuff. Sarah is a professional dancer, so she and her boyfriend prepared a very cool first dance. Besides Sarah and her students performed some very cool pieces tap dancing, etc. I did have a good time. Despite of the fact that a lot of people were telling me -I bet you and Abby are going to be the next-. Yeah right.
Remember that time when the groom throws this thing on the air and all the single guys fight to catch it?, and if you get it then it means you are the next to marry?. Of course, I really did my best to NOT get it, but while I was trying that, a bunch of Abby's uncles and aunts were cheering -Hector!, Hector!-. I guess I passed that whole family test. Still, that was embarrassing.
J had a great bottle of wine, which he shared only with very few people. It was meant to be terribly expensive, all I know is that it was terribly good. I wasn't one of those few people that were supposed to drink from it though. Abby was, lucky thing she doesn't like the stuff, and that's when the boyfriend comes in handy!.
Here in Mexico we party till dawn, and then they serve break fast. At least till 4 am or something like that. That doesn't happen there either, quite early the whole thing was off. Bummer. We were quite awake!. So James, his girlfriend, Abby and I decided to go back to our room and keep it on there. I even remember James saying "ok, here is the deal, you get the room 30 minutes with Abby, and then I do so with my girl"... Ha ha ha, he was funny!. Quite laid back to be the brother, at least, that wouldn't be heard here, brother are supposed to give you a bad time.
The day had been pretty cool, and now this little after party we were having was turning out decent... For a while. Eventually though, one of the worst discussions I ever had with Abby happened. We even took it down the hall, I saw her with a that pissed off face I only saw a couple of times. I hated it so much... That fight meant a lot... Did I flew all the way there just for that?... Damn.
... How did it started?... I don't quite remember... The way any stupid fight starts. What I know though, is how it ended.
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ps. I am sorry it's taking me this long to finish writing about this. It's just funny, when I start typing, all this memories start to flow back, and I just keep writing all this little details that probably only I care about. Still, it's been written, slowly but steadily. Tell me if them posts are too long, or encrypted... After all, writing all this started because of a question from you!.
About that question
Answering Memo, and giving it it's proper post to solidify more the idea, that focus that I was talking about is going to Canada. As short sighted as it may sound, let's take baby steps. Strategies?, could be studying or working. I will apply for a Masters, and figure out working opportunities... If they both work, I would go for the degree. After all, not always you can focus 2 years of your life to some personal project you feel passionate about.
And then what?... Then we will see...
Still, my life will be somehow devoted to art and storytelling, even my degree would be focused on that. If things work out, I may end up writing something good, and designing games.
Everything else, would be a hobby, and I need to learn to keep it as that.
And then what?... Then we will see...
Still, my life will be somehow devoted to art and storytelling, even my degree would be focused on that. If things work out, I may end up writing something good, and designing games.
Everything else, would be a hobby, and I need to learn to keep it as that.
The Time has come
... I don't think I was even this interested during the elections of my own country. That's not anything to be proud of, but still, this one impacts the world in a huge manner.
For all of you who can vote in the US, and who may be reading this, please go ahead and do so. And if you are so following my advice, please go ahead and vote for Kerry. I cannot believe Bush is so strong over there, what do they show you people in the media?. Don't you realize how the rest of the world regards the US and Bush at the moment?. Go ahead and read this guy's comment on that matter, it's quite good. It's from an US citizen living abroad, I guess they are the ones who really realize. (And the ones who go over what the media is trying to push in their minds, and exercise their critical thinking).
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[Update] In case you haven't... click here and watch this video.(I am not into rap, yet I got goose bumps).
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Either way... Let us wait for the best.
For all of you who can vote in the US, and who may be reading this, please go ahead and do so. And if you are so following my advice, please go ahead and vote for Kerry. I cannot believe Bush is so strong over there, what do they show you people in the media?. Don't you realize how the rest of the world regards the US and Bush at the moment?. Go ahead and read this guy's comment on that matter, it's quite good. It's from an US citizen living abroad, I guess they are the ones who really realize. (And the ones who go over what the media is trying to push in their minds, and exercise their critical thinking).
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[Update] In case you haven't... click here and watch this video.(I am not into rap, yet I got goose bumps).
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Either way... Let us wait for the best.
Monday, November 01, 2004
Just in case you care
Neil Gaiman posted links to all the interviews that he gave while doing the Halloween special for Fox. This is the link, although probably you won't enjoy them if you are not into his work (you may enjoy them if you like writing too). Either way, if you are not, GO AHEAD AND GET INTO IT. Read Neverwhere, ok?... Then go for American Gods, and if you feel like you can take that huge step, go ahead and look into his Sandman comics.
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