Peter's Jealousy

YEah!!

Daphne Loves Derby

Esta banda la fui a ver por ahi por septiembre. Me gusto bastante, y me compré su CD también. Aqui les mando un link a una página donde pueden escuchar algunas de sus canciones: http://www.purevolume.com/daphnelovesderby.

Hammers and Hearts
by Daphne Loves Derby
album: On the Strength Of All Convinced (2005)

20 hours deep
Oh it was enough time to see
that everything has changed for me
So much for birthday wishes
I've been too busy with bad memories
You've made me
I don't think I'll get over it
To be honest I can't see how this could be fair
I'm so alone but you seem to be just fine

Don't ask me to think good intentions will change everything
This could be the last day that I hold my breath and
stay awake for you.

20 hours deep
Oh it was enough time for you
to change everything for me
20 hours deep
I'm drowning myself in thoughts of you
And you're comforting

Tell me how this is fair

Don't ask me to think good intentions will change everything.
This could be the last day that I hold my breath
and stay awake for you

Stay awake... Stay awake

Don't ask me to think good intentions will change everything.
This could be the last day that I hold my breath and wait
for you.

Don't ask me to think good intentions will change everything.
This could be the last day that I hold my breath and wait
for you.

Stay awake... Stay awake (good intentions won't change anything,
this could be the last day that I hold my breath and wait for you)

Yeah I hold my breath and wait for you..

A step we all have to take

Ahora estaba hablando con Mac, acerca de su blog, y le estaba diciendo que lo debería actualizar (xq para mis gustos, escribe muy bien). Me dijo que estaba preparando una nueva entrada, acerca de la muerte. Yo no sé porque todo el mundo le tiene tanto miedo si todos terminamos por descomponernos tarde o temprano. Its just one more step - step onto the next life, or facing the irony of stepping into a void of nothingness.

That would be hilarious. To die, and just die.

Que banda más virga vos!

Hace tiempo que vengo escuchando esta banda de Guate, pero ahora estaba escuchando musica de ellso de nuevo asi que decidí escribir acerca de ellos. JuanPi fue el primer chapín que me puso a escuchar música de Malacate, y son muy buenos, aqui les dejo una de sus canciones:

Ay de mi

Todas las mañanas me levanto y yo la tengo que escuchar
se vive quejando de que no tengamos mucho dinero
se que lo que sea que haya hecho ella me va a regañar
Todo lo que dice o lo que hace yo la tengo que aguantar
le tiene celos hasta a mi hermana me desespera
pero si es ella la que sale yo la tengo que esperar

Ay de mí... siempre me tocan las mujeres caprichosas
y vanidosas pero siéntanse dichosas del que tienen a la par
Ay de mí... que daría por ser correspondido, su consentido
mas bien estoy jodido por...

Todo lo que mira en las vitrinas ella lo quiere comprar
lo peor de todo es que al final soy yo el que paga la cuenta
y si la llevo a comer shucos me va a volver a patear

Sé que lo que sea que ella quiera yo se lo tengo que dar
Todos son iguales solo quieren ver que sacan al final
a donde vaya siempre tengo que ir detrás de ella

Todos son iguales solo hablan cuando se quieren quejar
parece mentira lo que digo pero esta es la verdad

Ay de mí... siempre me tocan las mujeres caprichosas
y vanidosas pero siéntanse dichosas del que tienen a la par
ay de mí... que daría por ser correspondido, su consentido
mas bien estoy jodido por......por volverte a perdonar

- Malacates Trebol Shop

Pueden encontrar más música de ellos en su página de myspace. Les recomiendo también 'Tómame' y 'Ni un centavo'.

Would you even care?

Mientras espero, estrello mi cabeza contra la fría pared de la indiferencia.

Se me abrirá el craneo... Se me saldrán los sesos... Y mi sangre me va a cubrir el cuerpo que aún se retuerce en el suelo.

forgiveness

In the presence of love, forgiveness should come naturally, without delay...

Why are you so unable to forgive?

Childe Harold

And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart,
And from his fellow bacchanals would flee;
'Tis said, at times the sullen tear would start,
But pride congealed the drop within his e'e:
Apart he stalked in joyless reverie,
And from his native land resolved to go,
And visit scorching climes beyond the sea;
With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe,
And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.


- Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (Canto the First, stanza VI)

So cold...

I think my ears might just freeze off.

Men, Women and Children

Recommended music

Give it a try, you might be surprised

Too bad I didn't go see them when they came to ATX

I love Monty Python

...but I HATE spam...

Gigitty gigitty

Gigitty goo!

AAAlright!!

Amo a Laura...

...pero esperaré hasta el matrimonio...

Bottled Music

Q alegre :P

Control

Are you in control of your own life? I know Im not.

Life is determined by an endless list of limitations that I cannot control. Sometimes its my parents, sometimes its my firneds, sometimes its society, the government, the laws of physics or just the situation.

Sometimes I get frustrated at the fact that there's some things that no matter how hard I try, I cannot do anything about it. But the only solution is to accept the fact that you can't, and make the best out of it. Sometimes we bitch and whine that we are not able to get everything we want, but suck it up, that's life. Nobody is completely independent. All of your actions have consequences. All of your decisions have unexpected implications. But sometimes we just don't stop and think how good we have it for ourselves.

I have many responsibilities and a lack of resources. I am not superman (I may be close, but alas, not close enough). My life has been determined by the decisions I have made, and the situation that I am in. The problem is that sometimes the decisions that determine our paths have not been made but us, but by people who, if we are fortunate, have our best interests at heart.

I don't expect you to understand, or even care. But my life, my feelings and my thoughts are often too complicated even for myself to understand. I can't explain or define myself. All I can do is make the best out of what I have. I have a really hard time balancing all of the aspects in my life, and I may in fact complicate my existence on a regular basis. But, hey, I have issues, and I know I can't make it on my own. I let very very few people in, and if I do let you in, its because your very existence helps me carry on. So thank you, I guess.

And I'm sorry if I disappoint you, but I am not perfect, and I'm just trying to get by. Its funny. I just put this into perspective, and I think of myself as just another spoiled little brat, who, as I said before, just doesn't know how good he has it.

Everyone has different kinds of issues.

One time I was asked if I believed myself to be better than the rest of people. That is not a question for me to answer. I don't know if I'm better than the person sitting next to me. That is for others to decide. But if I had to give a value to somebody, I think that a good measurement would be that person's ability to get back up on his/her two feet when he falls. The person's ability to overcome his own fears, and to break down the walls that are in his path.

And sometimes you might think Im just plain dumb, that I am impulsive, that I don't think things over, and that I don't see what is going on around me. And while sometimes you are right, the truth is that I do see them, only from a different perspective than you. You are not better than me, and I am not better than you, but then again, we are not equal either. Quite a predicament, huh?

I am not the person you see in your mind when you look at me.

The Annoying Devil

Could life get any better than this?

Sean Connery on smackin' bitches

James Bond has to be a badass.

crazy driver

Ahi va ferni en una entrega urgente de La Rochelle
jajaja

Frío

En el frío de mi soledad,
tu eres la llama que ilumina mi camino y me calienta el alma.

God's Gonna Cut You Down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

- Johnny Cash


And I keep on waiting for some Divine justice

It keeps coming back

I can't seem to escape from my past.
No matter how hard I try, there's always somebody that ties me down to it.
It's like an anchor that won't let me fly and reach my dreams, my goals, my heaven.
My past keeps me from my future, and it makes a lousy present.

The past should be irrelevant when your future shows so much potential.

Thank you everybody for tying me down to my past like a thief is tied to a cross.

twice a fortnight

For twice a fortnight must Helios drive
his chariot across the sky
Ride the time away
Ride fast, I pray

Kiwi!

Aaaw!!!

Wonder what happened to the kiwi LOL

It doesn't feel like home

In fact it sometimes doesn't feel like anything anymore.

And I was hoping that maybe this christmas, just this one year, it felt like I actually belonged someplace...

Ryan vs Dorkman

Hooray for dorks!

Scrubs - Overkill

Overkill
song by Colin Hay

Grand Theft Mario

He's marinating in his own ragu!!!

losing faith.. in myself

It's hard.
I can't trust myself anymore.

Who's a dork? - Simplified Microsoft keyboard

I'm a dork

Welsh Corgi

So adorable...

Problem-solving flowchart

great framework, huh?

I guess it's just God's way of making me pay...

Been scared and lonely
I've asked myself is something wrong with you
My girlfriend told me
I need some time alone to deal with issues

But something makes me carry on
It's difficult to understand
Why I always wanna fly

I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle

You always call me
And ask me how I make it through the day
I'm always fallin'
I guess it's just God's way of making me pay

But something makes me carry on
It's difficult to understand, why I always wanna fly

I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle
I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle

When I, I wonder why I try
And I, I wonder why I bother
And I, I wonder why I cry
Why I, I go through all this trouble

I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle
I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle

cessation

The ones that do it are the ones with bigger balls.

I hate the world...

... it doesn't hate me back. It just ignores me, but it is just as painful.

And you stopped caring.

Stop them.

Silent screams echo in the halls of my heart.

I am my own worst enemy

... Cuz every now and then a kick the livin' shit outta me


Y exploto y arraso con todo a mi alrededor, cuando lastimosamente lo más cercano a mi es lo que más quiero.

Lo siento.

Muahahahaha!!

Could life get any better than this?

Johnny Cash - Hurt

Outstanding performance.

Listen to the lyrics:

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

OMG is asian labor THAT cheap?!?!?!

No wonder...

it's time to fucking rock and fucking roll out of control

No hay nada más perfecto que el amor

1ª Carta a los Corintios 1:13

Aunque hablara todas las lenguas de los hombres y de los ángeles, si me falta amor sería como bronce que resuena o campana que retiñe.

Aunque tuviera el don de profecía y descubriera todos los misterios - el saber más elevado -, aunque tuviera tanta fe como para trasladar montes, si me falta amor nada soy.

Aunque repartiera todo lo que poseo e incluso sacrificara mi cuerpo, pero para recibir alabanzas y sin tener el amor, de nada me sirve.

El amor es paciente y muestra comprensión. El amor no tiene celos, no aparenta ni se infla. No actúa con bajeza ni busca su propio interés, no se deja llevar por la ira y olvida lo malo.

No se alegra de lo injusto, sino que se goza de la verdad. Perdura a pesar de todo, lo cree todo, lo espera todo y lo soporta todo.

El amor nunca pasará. Las profecías perderán su razón de ser, callarán las lenguas y ya no servirá el saber más elevado. Porque este saber queda muy imperfecto, y nuestras profecías son también algo muy limitado; y cuando llegue lo perfecto, lo que es limitado desaparecerá.

Cuando era niño, hablaba como niño, pensaba y razonaba como niño. Pero cuándo me hice hombre, dejé de lado las cosas de niño. Así también en el momento presente vemos las cosas como en un mal espejo y hay que adivinarlas, pero entonces las vemos cara a cara. Ahora conozco en parte, pero entonces conoceré como soy conocido.

Ahora, pues, son válidas la fe, la esperanza y el amor; las tres, pero la mayor de estas tres es el amor.

Petition to revoke the independence of the United States of America

To the citizens of the United States of America, in the light of your failure to elect a competent President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective today.
Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories.
Except Utah, which she does not fancy.
Your new Prime Minister (The Right Honourable Tony Blair MP, for the 97.85% of you who have until now been unaware that there is a world outside your borders) will appoint a Minister for America without the need for further elections.
The House of Representatives and the Senate will be disbanded.
A questionnaire will be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed. To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:
1. You should look up "revocation" in the Oxford English Dictionary. Then look up "aluminium." Check the pronunciation guide. You will be amazed at just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it.
The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'favour' and 'neighbour'; skipping the letter 'U' is nothing more than laziness on your part. Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without skipping half the letters.
You will end your love affair with the letter 'Z' (pronounced 'zed' not 'zee') and the suffix "ize" will be replaced by the suffix "ise."
You will learn that the suffix 'burgh' is pronounced 'burra' e.g. Edinburgh. You are welcome to re-spell Pittsburgh as 'Pittsberg' if you can't cope with correct pronunciation.
Generally, you should raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. Look up “vocabulary." Using the same thirty seven words interspersed with filler noises such as "uhh", "like", and "you know" is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication.
Look up "interspersed."
There will be no more 'bleeps' in the Jerry Springer show. If you're not old enough to cope with bad language then you shouldn't have chat shows. When you learn to develop your vocabulary, then you won't have to use bad language as often.
2. There is no such thing as "US English." We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take account of the reinstated letter 'u' and the elimination of "-ize."
3. You should learn to distinguish the English and Australian accents. It really isn't that hard. English accents are not limited to cockney, upper-class twit or Mancunian (Daphne in Frasier).
You will also have to learn how to understand regional accents --- Scottish dramas such as "Taggart" will no longer be broadcast with subtitles.
While we're talking about regions, you must learn that there is no such place as Devonshire in England. The name of the county is "Devon." If you persist in calling it Devonshire, all American States will become "shires" e.g. Texasshire, Floridashire, Louisianashire.
4. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as the good guys. Hollywood will be required to cast English actors to play English characters.
British sit-coms such as "Men Behaving Badly" or "Red Dwarf" will not be re-cast and watered down for a wishy-washy American audience who can't cope with the humour of occasional political incorrectness. Popular British films such as the Italian Job and the Wicker Man should never be remade.
5. You should relearn your original national anthem, "God Save The Queen", but only after fully carrying out task 1. We would not want you to get confused and give up half way through.
6. You should stop playing American "football." There are other types of football such as Rugby, Aussie Rules & Gaelic football. However proper football - which will no longer be known as soccer, is the best known, most loved and most popular. What you refer to as American "football" is not a very good game.
The 2.15% of you who are aware that there is a world outside your borders may have noticed that no one else plays "American" football. You will no longer be allowed to play it, and should instead play proper football.
Initially, it would be best if you played with the girls. It is a difficult game. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which is similar to American "football", but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like nancies).
We are hoping to get together at least a US Rugby sevens side by 2007.
You should stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the 'World Series' for a game which is not played outside of North America. Since only 2.15% of you are aware that there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. Instead of baseball, you will be allowed to play a girls' game called "rounders," which is baseball without fancy team strip, oversized gloves, collector cards or hotdogs.
7. You will no longer be allowed to own or carry guns. You will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous in public than a vegetable peeler. Because we don't believe you are sensible enough to handle potentially dangerous items, you will require a permit if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.
8. The 4th of July is no longer a public holiday. The 2nd of November will be a new national holiday, but only in Britain. It will be called "Indecisive Day."
9. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap, and it is for your own good. When we show you German cars, you will understand what we mean.
All road intersections will be replaced with roundabouts. You will start driving on the left with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.
10. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call 'French fries' are not real chips. Fries aren't even French, they are Belgian though 97.85% of you (including the guy who discovered fries while in Europe) are not aware of a country called Belgium. Those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called "crisps." Real chips are thick cut and fried in animal fat. The traditional accompaniment to chips is beer which should be served warm and flat.
Waitresses will be trained to be more aggressive with customers.
11. As a sign of penance 5 grams of sea salt per cup will be added to all tea made within the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, this quantity to be doubled for tea made within the city of Boston itself.
12. The cold tasteless stuff you insist on calling "beer" is not actually beer at all, it is lager . From November 1st only proper British Bitter will be referred to as "beer," and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as "Lager." The substances formerly known as "American Beer" will henceforth be referred to as "Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine," with the exception of the product of the American Budweiser company whose product will be referred to as "Weak Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine." This will allow true Budweiser (as manufactured for the last 1000 years in the Czech Republic) to be sold without risk of confusion.
13. From the 10th of November the UK will harmonise petrol (or "gasoline," as you will be permitted to keep calling it until the 1st of April) prices with the former USA. The UK will harmonise its prices to those of the former USA and the Former USA will, in return, adopt UK petrol prices (roughly $6/US gallon -- get used to it).
14. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you're not adult enough to be independent. Guns should only be handled by adults. If you're not adult enough to sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist, then you're not grown up enough to handle a gun.
15. Please tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us crazy.
16. Tax collectors from Her Majesty's Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all revenues due (backdated to 1776).
Thank you for your co-operation

(origin unknown)

I don't think anyone who is not familiar with british humour will find it funny.

Thank you Carms for sending me this

Geek guys - not so bad after all

by Eden Blackthorn (1997)

Actually, the title is a bit misleading. I think Geek guys are cool as
'just friends' or as a boyfriend. I have associated with Geek guys
(and girls) all my life and have been richer for it. There are a number
of reasons for this. (Yes, my boyfriend is a Geek and proud of it. So
am I.)

Geek Guys are smart, loyal, interesting, have an cool sense of humor and
are very creative. Parents love them, too.

No two Geek guys are exactly the same. And you wouldn't want that in any case. It's their individuality and endearing (odd) quirks that make you love them. However, while they -are- different, they have a lot of things in common. Listed below are some of things I've found that they do have in common. These are some of (the many) things that make a Geek guy a real treasure.

How does it work? They love to take things apart to see how the parts
work together or just to see what's inside. It doesn't matter if they can put it back together or not. If they can, (usually with screws left over) that's a plus... if not, it goes into the 'cool stuff' pile to be cannibalized later. Cannibalized for what? Who knows. See Creativity.

Toys. All Geek guys love and own toys. Be they the cheap Fast Food
toys from a children's meal or vintage props still in the original packing. These toys usually adorn the work space/office/computer area and are set up in a particular manner. This is called a Geekosphere. A Geek guy's Geekosphere is sacred. It is a plus to be able to identify each toy. And if you cannot identify one, you should ask, if you are interested in the answer. He will be able to tell you everything about it and why it has a spot within his Geekosphere.

Creativity. Geek guys love to make things. Be it a drawing, a map of a Game Dungeon, Maze or Land, a prop for a Sci-fi convention or a `thingie' that lights up. Whatever it is, your Geek guy will put a lot of effort into it.... criticizing it is a bad thing, UNLESS, you can constructively point out a flaw in the design and offer a solution. Geek guys love it when you are interested in their fun. Also, you will learn things about stuff you never knew existed. Check out a Geek guy's website. You will find some of the most outrageous, obscure stuff you
never thought of.

Science Fiction/Fantasy Conventions. Geek guys can be found in droves
at one of these conventions. They buy their favorite toys, game with old and new friends alike, go to the 'Behind the Scenes' panels, listen to their favorite Sci-fi/Fantasy Author/Actor speak and are very social in general. A Geek guy is in his element at a Sci-fi/Fantasy convention. He will have no problem dressing in costume, debating the issues in his favorite TV show/movie or comparing and contrasting the abilities of various characters from different genres. He is 'The Man' at a convention. (He usually has some of the coolest and neatest and oddest props/toys/costume/etc...)

Gaming and role playing. Lots of Geek guys love to 'game' or' role-play.' Be it AD&D, Top Secret, Call of Cthulu, Marvel Superhero, any of the White Wolf, World of Darkness genre or perhaps a homemade system. They live their lives vicariously through their characters. You can learn a lot about what a Geek guy thinks by watching him game. Role playing opens up the whole world to the Geek guy (and a Geek girl for that matter). He can be whatever he wants. The Villain. The Hero. The Smart Guy. The Spy. And he usually has an interesting, if less-than-direct, method to solve the problem at hand, get the prize and win the girl. The perfect place to view Geek guys in RP action is Gaming Convention. There, you have hundreds of Geeks guys strutting their stuff.

The Net. Now, this is THE place for a Geek guy. They can be anyone or
anything they wish. They can chat on IRC (Internet Relay Chat). They can show their insight on a BBS or Newsgroup. They can be a Hero or Villain and beat the heck out of monsters or other players in an online Internet game like Diablo or Meridian 59. They can build entire worlds and role-play on a MUCKS (Multi-User Created Kingdoms). The Net lets the mind free of the barriers of Reality. There are very few social
drawbacks on the Net. Your shy Geek guy has time to think of just the right witty line to woo the heroine or cut down a net.tomcat in defense of a lady.

Geek guys and a challenge. No challenge can be turned away. Ever. Be
it an intellectual challenge or a physical challenge. Geek guys will rise to the occasion. They may have to call Brazil to get the answer to a question or not sleep for 3 days writing a program or playing a video game or break their thumb opening something but they will prevail! I have known a Geek guy who spent a week finding out the name of the Actor of an obscure character in a commercial that was seen 25 years ago because he was challenged to. He prevailed. I have seen a Geek guy
spend hours taking something apart to fix it when he could have gone to the store and spent $5 for a replacement item because he 'should be able to fix it, d*mmit!' He prevailed. I've seen a Geek guy tear apart his computer and put it back together to get a piece of hardware working. It was a challenge. He prevailed. I have seen two Geek guys square off over a video game. It's an impressive sight. Yes, challenges are irresistible to a Geek guy and watching them and their intense
concentration on the challenge at hand is truly a sight worth seeing.

Humor. The Geek guy often has an obscure, twisted sense of humor. It's
usually laced with a bit of sarcasm and is full of little known references... unless, of course, he is among other Geek pals, who will know exactly what he's talking about. Many times, the humor is quite disgusting but amusing. Often times, a Geek guy will put himself down in his humor. Geek guys can laugh at themselves as much as they laugh at the world in general.

Dress. Casual, comfortable and 'wearable.' A Geek guy usually lives in
jeans and a T-shirt. Occasionally, he'll throw on an oxford type shirt or sweater. What's important is that he is comfortable. Period. (Note: The wardrobe of a Geek guy can vary widely, from sweats to jeans to dockers. It depends on the Geek guy himself.) If he's comfortable, he is free to let himself concentrate on whatever it is that he is working on. Glasses and a 'no fuss' hair style are often common.

Geek guys and a mystery. Like challenges, mysteries are siren songs to
a Geek guy. They must know how something works. They must open that door, press the red button. Geek guys can be worse than a cat. However, their intelligence will help them solve the mystery and put things back together once they've torn it apart to look at the insides. Mysteries are not as intensive as challenges. They don't need to be solved immediately but they will always be in the back of the brain. Once a
Geek guy latches onto a mystery, it may take time, but he will unlock it to his satisfaction.

Music. This can be anything. In fact, what makes this a common element
among Geek guys, is their love of music and variety of it. Everything from Rock to Alternative to Classical to Oldies to Opera to Folk music. One thing I have seen is a tendency to dislike Country music. I'm not quite sure why this is. Most Geek guys own at least one instrument, even if they don't play it. Some plink and others are darn good.

Diet. In my experience, a Geek guy's diet consists mostly of sugar, junk
food and anything microwaveable. Now, this isn't to say that a Geek guy can't cook. Far from it. A lot of Geek guys can cook and cook well. They just don't have the time or desire to do so... Esp. if they are on-line, working on a project or going to/are at a Game. However, if they want to impress someone, they will go all out. I'm a good cook and I've been impressed with some of the spreads my Geek buddies have laid out.

Loyal. Geek guys make the best friends. They are usually fairly shy
and have a small but close knit group of friends. If you make friends with a Geek guy, cherish him. You have a treasure. Not only is he a likable guy, he is loyal and steady. He is someone you can count on in times of need or frustration. He is a good listener and will help you solve a problem if you ask. Geek guys don't make friends easily but once they do, they will go through Hell and High Water for you. You
should do the same for him.

Intelligence. This is usually what set your average Geek guy apart in
the first place. He was smart. Smarter than the rest of the kids. He knows things. He can tell you how something works. He can help you understand something you don't. He can broaden your horizons. He's great at trivia games or helping you figure out your computer or the newest piece of software. This same intelligence that has created the misfit of the Geek Guy, is the same intelligence that has created
computers, the TV, email, video games, found cures for diseases, and many, many, many other inventions/cures. It has made life in general what it is today.

Parents love Geek guys. Geek guys seem like wholesome, responsible,
potential breadwinners who will be polite, courteous and gentlemanly with their daughter on a date. The Geek guy is someone that Fathers can quiz on intellectual situations and Mothers can talk to without being uncomfortable. Geek guys usually have no problem relating to parents or family pets. They will spend hours talking to parents about anything and everything.

Geek guys are romantic. Yes, Geek guys are the hopeful romantics of the
world. They want to be the Knight in shining armor, the poet of love, the bearer of gifts. He will bring you flowers and candy on Valentine's Day. He will remember your birthday. He will take you out to dinner in a nice restaurant. Of course, his gifts and tokens of affection might not be of the everyday variety. The flowers may be via computer, the gift may be a heart sculpture made of microchips or a new screen saver
with pictures of you and him together on it, the poetry may be full of odd phrasing comparing you to a computer or a piece of hardware, but the candy will be candy and you will have to share. *grin* No matter what you receive or how you receive it, your Geek guy will have only the best and most hopeful romantic thoughts in his head for you.

Geek guys are passionate about pleasure. When I was talking about Parents and the Geek guy, I said that "Geek guys seem like wholesome, responsible, potential breadwinners who will be polite, courteous and gentlemanly with their daughter on a date." While this is true, when the Geek guy and his date/gal pal/Significant Other are on their date/watching TV/etc... and are in the back seat of the car (or where
ever they are in private), when the glasses come off, watch out. A Geek guy is very passionate and has a hidden wild streak. He is very eager to please and be pleased. If you have a fantasy... he will try to fulfill it, especially if the fantasy involves role-playing. And your Geek guy probably has a couple of fantasies that would make a sailor blush. Ask, you might be surprised. Geek guys can be serious hedonists.

Occupation. Geek guys generally tend to the technical occupations.
Computer Programmers, Engineers, Software/Hardware Quality Assurance, Hardware Engineers, System Administration, Tech Support. The list goes on. Sometimes, you'll see a Geek guy in a writer's or Editor's position. If the Geek guy is still in college, he is usually working in the college computer lab, grading papers or being the Professor's teaching assistant. As the world becomes more and more technical, the
need for the Geek guy grows. They are the only ones who know how things work. Something to remember.

Where the Geek guy hangs out. Actually, Geek guys hang out everywhere:
Music stores, the workplace, the movies, a friend's house, concerts, conventions, gaming or book stores, Malls, local 24 hour restaurants. The thing is, Geek guys have been so abused and maligned and ignored for so long, people no longer see them. Oh, people may see a Geek guy (or group of Geek guys) with their eyes but they don't notice them. Geek guys are everywhere. Stop and look around you sometime. You'll see
what I mean.

There. Done. I hope you enjoyed this. Now that you've read all of it, I suppose you are wondering why I wrote it to begin with. Well, the answer is simple. I've known and liked Geek guys all my life. I was sent an essay that was supposed to be a humorous guide to Geek men for women. Unfortunately, I found it rather condescending, mean and exploitative towards the Geek guy. I wrote the Geek guy who Sent it to me, pointing out how it was mildly amusing but that was lacking in many of the basic fundamentals of Geek guys in general. Then I wrote up some examples (Re: How does it work, Toys and Creativity.)

By the time I was done sending off the email, I had decided to write this. The extremely positive response from my Geek guy friend on what little I had written
in the email made me even more determined to do so. I wanted people to see what I see when I encounter a Geek guy. I know Geek guys aren't perfect. Far from it. But their faults have been pointed out a lot more than their good attributes. That's why only the good things are pointed out in this essay. Geek guys are sweet, lovable, intelligent, creative, funny and definitely worth getting to know. Take the time to talk to one. You'll be glad you did.

Niñas, espero que hayan apuntado ;)
Aunque son generalizaciones bastante grandes, gran cantidad de ellas aplican jejejeje
ciao!

Think Twice

Think twice

Think twice before you touch my girl... Come around I'll let you feel the burn... Think twice before you touch my girl...

Musica en mis oidos

Uno de estos días se me va a salir el corazón saliendo del pecho por las cosas lindas que me decís.

Gui-k

/gik/


*cough*geek*cough*


El polvo que se acumula en las páginas de los libros es mi cocaina... y el que se acumula en los teclados también...

Hold my hand

I'm just a scared child. I need you to take my hand and tell me everything will be OK. I need you to love me and have patience. I need to hear your sweet voice and feel the warmth of your skin. I need you.

One day, one step at a time

Que si me considero mejor que la mayoria de la gente? Probablemente. Pero tambien se que no a todos nos juzgan con la misma vara.
Se que soy mas inteligente que el promedio, y que si naci asi? Que si por eso me creo mejor? Solo por veces. Tambien se que hay millones de personas que pueden hacer una infinidad de cosas mejor que yo. (Tambien acepto que soy un torpe).

Pero lo he pensado mejor, y que es lo que verdaderamente me hace mejor que los demas? No darme por vencido. Amo hacer las cosas que me apasionan sin importar por lo que tenga que pasar. Tiendo a caminar sobre la delgada linea entre la perseverancia y la terquedad.

Tampoco me gusta caer en la mediocridad. No hay peor desperdicio que una persona que se niega a tratar de alcanzar su potencial.

Y tambien tengo la fe y la esperanza que algun dia tendre la capacidad de cambiar la vida de muchas personas. Idealista? talvez. Soñador? Prefiero vivir mis sueños despierto. Iluso? Muy probablemente, pero cuando este listo, ya veremos.

Por veces me detengo y me pongo a pensar que no quiero pertenecer a este mundo. Pero no me voy a quedar con los brazos cruzados. Algo tengo que hacer para hacer este lugar un poco menos desagradable.

Desiderata

Este es un poema tan lindo... De vez en cuando es bueno recordarlo, y leerlo detenidamente. Tiene lecciones bien valiosas.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

Trust

I have a couple of trust issues.  

1. It is really hard for me to trust new people


2. The few people that I trust, I trust too much

This is a problem, because people fail. Sometime, somehow and somewhere, one of them will eventually fail. And Im scared. Im scared of having to open my eyes one day and realizing that the things I once held true, are no longer there...

Para qué soñar?

Si la vida ya es un sueño junto a ti...

Bites my behind

Don't you just hate it when your past comes back and bites you in the ass?

I do. Especially when it does because you want to be honest.

But you know what I hate even more? When somebody else's past comes back and bites YOU in the ass as well. I've had plenty of that. So much that my ass is starting to look like a pitbull's chew toy...

Modern Man

"I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!

I’m new wave, but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and from time to time I’m radioactive.

Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodgin the bullet and pushin the envelope. I’m on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs. I’ve got no need for coke and speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Out of rehab and in denial!

I’ve got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up. You can’t dumb me down because I’m tireless and I’m wireless, I’m an alpha male on beta-blockers.

I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! I’m a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely post-traumatic and I’ve got a love-child that sends me hate mail.

But, I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing-- a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the “F” word in my emails and the software on my hard-drive is hardcore--no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a mini-mall; I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I’m toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically- formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I’ve got glide in my stride. Drivin and movin, sailin and spinin, jiving and groovin, wailin and winnin. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty and lunch time is crunch time. I’m hangin in, there ain’t no doubt and I’m hangin tough, over and out!"

~George Carlin




Gotta admit: He's simply brilliant.

Solitude Pt. 2

I don't mind being on my own - until I feel I'm on my own. I'm blessed with my family, my friends, and God. And I know that I can rely on a few people who will be there for me when I need them. People I love and people I care about, and my heart is full of them.

They may not be with me in person, but I feel them close to me.

So, am I alone? Yeah, most of the time, I am. But I am never lonely.

I love you.

Solitude

Sometimes, I stop and realize how truly alone I am. Yes, I am alone. Perhaps not lonely, but alone.

It amazes me how I've grown from being such a dependent little child, to the person I now am. I am more able to put things into perspective, and even though I am stressed, I'm not drowning in a glass of water the way I used to.

But I also feel dismayed at the fact that even though I've changed, my world has changed as well. And the few sources of support I once had, are not the same they once were. I don't expect pity from anyone - in fact I hate when people pity me - but a little help would be nice. Funny how this society drives everyone into following your own agenda and your own goals (or the goals society expects you to achieve at least), disregarding all else.

Disappointed? Not quite. I expected this place to be the way it is. Cannot ask these people for more.

As for me, I'll keep going down my own path, alone. And perhaps I won't achieve all that is expected of me, but I'll do what I think it's right. I consider myself lucky that not all my roads are deserted, for my path is intertwined with others' paths, and i will remain true to my friends and companions, even though they may not be physically or mentally present at times. I may whine a lot, but that's just my nature. In any case, I know all of this prepares me for other lengths of my journey that await me in the future.

Cañon

AAAh, me muero por uno de estos...

Matemáticas de genios

Es sorprendente esta gente.

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I will have 2 Wiis before I have 1 PS3

A 1Up.com blog- one of the best I've ever seen.

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Super Mario theme

Creo q a la guitarra le dieron un hongo mágico...
LOL

Quiero.

Quiero respirarte y llenarme de tu aroma.
Quiero que el tiempo se congele cuando esté a tu lado.
Quiero flotar junto a tí en las nubes.
Y quiero hablarte con un profundo silencio.
Quiero quedarme dormido abrazado a tu cuerpo.
Quiero que el resplandor de tu sonrisa sea la luz que alumbre mis sueños.
Quiero que al despertar mis ojos se iluminen con tu reflejo.
Quiero regalarte un millón de sonrisas envueltas en besos.

Writely test

Bueno, esta es un post que he hecho directamente desde writely hacia mi blog. Writely te permite hacer un documento, y publicarlo directamente al blog.

Bueno, esto solo es una prueba asi que:

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.

1. The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.
2. The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.

• The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.
• The quick brown fox jumped ^{over the} _{lazy dog.}

Writely!

Bueno pues, esto es un aplicación Web que la adquirió Google hace varios meses, y bueno, les mando el link para que lo vean por ustedes mismos. Es una aplicación que te permite subir archivos de texto (word, RTF, txt) a la internet y editarlos. Lo nuevo bueno es que puedes invitar a otras personas para que colaboren en tu trabajo. Tiene muchísimo potencial :D

En una nota relacionada: malditos, yo me apunté para que me avisaran cuando Writely fuera público (porque antes era por invitación tipo gmail), y ahorita que lo han hecho público, nunca recibí un mail, sino que me tuve que enterar por medio de digg.



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Prueba Matematica

Prueba matemática de lo que siempre he dicho...

¬¬

Job's first keynote

Bueno, otra vez dandome color de geek, Y QUE?!?! jajaja

Supuestamente este video es el primer discurso de Steve Jobs (el fundador de Apple computer) presentando un producto. Vale la pena verlo, es bueno el maldito :P

Software Development Comic - How it Works

Bueno, esto ya lo había puesto en algún otro blog mío en alguna otra ocasión, pero la verdad es que esto es cierto, y es bastante cómico. Que los disfruten :P



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Breast implants = bad!

Esto apareción en las noticias de hoy:

Breast implants linked to suicide, but not cancer

A large Canadian study adds to evidence that women with breast implants do not face a higher risk of cancer or other major diseases, but they may have a higher-than-average rate of suicide.

Among the more than 40,000 women in the study, those who'd received cosmetic breast implants had lower-than-average risks of dying from breast cancer, heart disease and a host of other major diseases.

The findings, published in the American Journal of Epidemiology, are in line with those of several past studies. Despite concerns that implants might be a risk factor for cancer or other major illnesses, researchers have generally found lower risks among breast implant recipients.

"To some extent, what you're seeing is a screening effect," said Dr. Howard Morrison of the Public Health Agency of Canada in Ottawa.

That is, women who undergo elective invasive surgery are necessarily in good health, and may have lower-than-average risks of various diseases.

Together with past studies, the new findings should be generally reassuring to women with implants, according to Morrison, whose colleague at the health agency, Dr. Paul J. Villeneuve, led the study.

But the research also confirmed another finding that several studies have now uncovered: women with breast implants commit suicide at a higher-than-average rate.

"These findings agree fundamentally with those of past reports," Morrison said. "The one thing that lights up is this increased suicide risk."

Though this study could not dig for the reasons, Morrison noted that other studies have found poorer self-esteem and elevated rates of depression and other psychiatric disorders among women who opt for breast augmentation.

The current findings are based on data from 24,558 women who received breast implants between 1974 and 1989, and 15,893 women who had other types of plastic surgery during the same time period. The researchers tracked deaths through 1997.

Compared with rates for the general population, women in both surgery groups were about one-quarter less likely to die of cancer, and their risks of death from other major diseases were similarly lower.

Women with implants were, however, 73 percent more likely than those in the general population to commit suicide, while women who had other forms of plastic surgery also had an elevated suicide rate.

The risk was not dramatic, Morrison noted, as few women in the study committed suicide -- including 58 of the more than 24,000 breast implant patients.

Still, he said it "seems reasonable" to suggest plastic surgeons refer implant seekers for mental health consultation when they suspect the patients are at high risk of a psychiatric disorder or suicide.

SOURCE: American Journal of Epidemiology, August 15, 2006.

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2006-08-17T170724Z_01_COL756980_RTRUKOC_0_US-BREAST-IMPLANTS.xml>


Puntos importantes:

• "women with breast implants do not face a higher risk of cancer or other major diseases, but they may have a higher-than-average rate of suicide"
• "other studies have found poorer self-esteem and elevated rates of depression and other psychiatric disorders among women who opt for breast augmentation"

Mujeres locas... Se deberían de conformar con lo que Dios les ha dado y quedarse como están, buscarse un hombre que se enamoren de ellas tal como son, aunque sus senos parezcan un par de picadas de abeja... Se deberían de querer más a ellas mismas, pues como esperan gustarle a alguien si no se gustan ni a ellas mismas? Tan vanidosas...

Words

Aaah las palabras.... Son poderosas las palabras. Hay que temerles a las malditas, y hay que saber dominarlas también, o te va a ir mal.

Obviamente hay ciertas palabras más poderosas que otras, por ejemplo amor.

Decirle a alguien por primera vez q lo amamos es díficil, aunque como viene del corazón éste se encarga de empujarlas hacía su destino final. Pero luego entra el temor... Que si la otra persona no siente lo mismo? Qué va a cambiar? Que pasa si mis palabras (y por ende mis sentimientos) son rechazadas? pero al fin y al cabo, todas esas preocupaciones se disipan con un simple "yo también", y ya uno puede quedar flotando en el cielo entre las nubes junto a los querubines....

Por otro lado, hay otras palabras que no tienen un fin tan alegre. Como cuando no pienso antes de hablar. Lo detesto. Sin mencionar que hablo más incoherencias de las que ya hablo, siempre logro lástimar a las personas que más quiero y que más cerca están a mi. Y no es como que si lo hiciera a propósito, simplemente soy asi de torpe. Las palabras se vuelven mis enemigas una vez que salen de mi boca. Porque también está el otro extremo: cuando pienso demasiado al hablar. Pienso tanto que mi lengua no le logra seguir el ritmo a mi cerebro y se traba, haciendome quedar como un completo imbecil tartamudo.

Como quisiera que mis pensamientos y mis sentimientos trascendieran mis palabras... Malditas vibraciones del aire, primas vulgares del aleteo de las mariposas.

Carta para volvernos a ver

Agradezco a Mariela por mostrarme el poema a continuación.

Carta para volvernos a ver

Escrita en el mar, el 25-X-58, entre las 2 y las 5 de la mañana, a bordo del "Laennec", Navifrance, por la ruta del Atlántico norte. No publicada hasta la fecha.

Lo feo fue quererte, mi Fea, conociendo cuánta víbora
era tu sangre, lo monstruoso
fue oler amor debajo de tu olorcillo a hiena, y olvidar
que eras bestia, y no a besos sino a cruel mordedura
te hubiera, en pocos meses, lo vicioso y confuso
descuerado, y te hubiera en la mujer más bella ¡por Safo! convertido.

Porque, vistas las cosas desde el mar, en el frío de la noche oceánica
y encima de este barco de lujo, con mujeres francesas y espumosas,
y mucha danza, y todo, no hay ninguna
cuyo animal, oh Equívoca, tenga más desenfreno en su fulgor
antes de ti, después de ti. No hay ojos verdes
que se parezcan tanto a la ignominia.

Ignominia es tu sangre, Burguesilla: lo turbio que te azota por dentro,
remolino viscoso de miedo y de lujuria, corrupción
de todo lo materno que es la mujer. ¡Acuérdate, Malparida, de aquella pesadilla!
No hay trampa que te valga cuando tiritas y entras al gran baile del muro
donde se te aparecen de golpe los pedazos de la muerte.

No te perdono, entiéndeme, porque no me perdono, porque el mar
-por hermoso que sea- no perdona al cadáver: lo rechaza y lo arroja como inútil estiércol.
Muerta estás y aun entonces, cuando dormí contigo, dormí con una máquina
de parir muertos. Nadie podrá lavar mi boca sino el áspero océano,
Mujer y No-mujer, de tu beso vicioso.

Lástima de hermosura. Si hoy te falta de madre justo lo que te sobra de ramera
y de sábana en sábana, desnuda, vas riendo
y sin embargo empiezas a llorar en lo oscuro cuando no te oye nadie,
es posible, es posible que descubras tu estrella por el viejo ejercicio
del amor, es posible que tanta espuma inútil
pierda su liviandad, se integre en la corriente, vuelva al coro del Ritmo.

Tal vez el largo oleaje de esta carta te aburra, todo este aire solemne,
pero el Ritmo ha de ser océano profundo
que al hombre y la mujer amarra y desamarra
nadie sabe por qué y, es curioso, yo mismo
no sé por qué te escribo con esta mano, y toco
tu rara desnudez terrible todavía.

No hablemos ya de mayo ni de junio, ni hablemos
del gran mes, mi Amorosa, que construyó en diamante tu figura
de amada y sobreamada, por encima del cielo, en el volcán
de aquel Chillán de Chile que vivimos los dos, y eternizamos,
silenciosos, seguros de ser uno en el vuelo.

No. Bajemos de ahí, mi Sangrienta, y entremos al agosto mortuorio:
crucemos los horribles pasadizos
de tus vacilaciones, volvamos al teléfono
que aún estará sonando. Volemos en aviones a salvar
los restos de Algo, de Alguien que va a morir, mi Dios, descuartizado.

Digamos bien las cosas. No es justo que metamos a ningún Dios en esto.
Cínicos y quirúrgicos, los dos, los dos mentimos.
Tú, la más Partidaria de la Verdad, negaste la vida hasta sangrar
contra la Especie (¿Es mucho cinco mil cuatrocientas criaturas por hora...?)
Los dos, los dos cortamos las primeras, las finas
raíces sigilosas del que quiso venir
a vemos, y a besamos, y a juntamos en uno.

Miro el abismo al fondo de este espejo quebrado, me adelanto a lo efímero
de tus días rientes y otra vez no eres nada
sino un color difícil de mujer vuelta al polvo
de la vejez. Adiós. Hueca irás. Vivirás
de lo que fuiste un día quemada por el rayo del vidente.

Mortal contradictorio: cierro esta carta aquí,
este jueves atlántico, sin Júpiter ni estrella.
No estás. No estoy. No estamos. Somos, y nada más.
Y océano,
y océano,
y únicamente océano.

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Buen poema jajajaja

wii vs ps3

Bueno, lo siguiente es una copia sinvergüenza de los anuncios de apple vs pc, pero está gracioso hay que admitirlo. :P (aplausos para el autor)

de viaje...

Ok, bueno, este post va a ser de mi experiencia en mi viaje...

para comenzar, mi vuelo salía a las 7.45 de la mañana, y me pedían estar 3 horas antes. Mis papas se aseguraron de que yo estuviera a las 4.45 en el aeropuerto, y sin embargo, ya habían filas larguísimas afuera del aeropuerto. Me parece lo más estúpido de la vida que te pidan llegar 3 horas antes si ni siquiera abierto va a estar el aeropuerto. Las aerolineas comenzaron a dar servicio a partir de las 5.30 más o menos. Fue simplemente cruel.

Luego, me hicieron pesar las maletas, llevaba 12 libras de sobrepeso, y tuve que sacar cosas de mis malestas y pasarlas a mi bolsas de mano. Al final, le terminé entregando unas camisas a mi mami para dejarlas mejor.

Me vestí con un pants y una camiseta para no viajar cómodo y para que no me estuviera nonando el detector de metales cuando pasara por debajo.

El resto del viaje fue tranquilo, sin embargo pesado porque andaba desvelado. En Houston no fue tan feo como me habían dicho, si me tocó hacer una gran cola en migración, pero cuando fue mi turno pasé bastante rápido, y no tuve ningún problema gracias a Dios.

Al llegar a Austin me llegaron a recoger dos personas de la U, y me acompañaron hasta que me dieorn las llaves, bien buena onda.

Y bueno, eso es todo..

update

mi único lector me pidió que actualizara esto, y bueno, lo haré jajajaja

Viernes en la noche. Mi última noche en E.S. Mi última noche con ella. El corazón me palpitaba tanto que se me escapaba a reventar el pecho. Sentía miedo, y melancolía, no la quería dejar ir. Es difícil soltar lo que se quiere... Pero no tenía otra opción, más que agarrarmelos y hacer un esfuerzo por salir adelante. Ella me entregó una carta que casi me hizo llorar, o bueno, a decir verdad sí me sacó un par de lágrimas.

La verdad creo q puedo hacer que esto funcione. Es raro porque todo sucedió tan rápido. Sin embargo no me puedo quejar de nada, es bonita es simpática y me quiere. No puedo pedir nada más. Solamente espero poder exceder sus expectativas, y que la vida no me aleje de ella aún más.

Y bueno pues, me enamoré...

El sábado por la mañana, me llegó a ver el aeropuerto. Estoy agradecido, con ella y con Fernando que la compaño, porque quiere ganas despertarse tan temprano. Y esto me hace ver cuanto me quiere esta niña, y me da aún más fuerzas para no defraudarla.

Sentimiento raro...

Al principio sentí tan raro que se refiriera a mi como su novio. Quedaba como estupido al escucharla, no me la creia. Pero ya pasó, hoy me alegro y me siento afortunado, a pesar de sentir una gran melancolía al pensar que ya casi la dejo...

La quiero, y jodida vida la mía que me aleja de ella.

Anoche finalmente caí en cuenta que solo me quedaban dos días junto a ella. Esta de sobra decir que me cayó como un balde de agua helada... La voy a extrañar bastante.

Hollywood == Caca liquida

Hollywood te vende caca líquida.

Siempre lo supe, pero la verdad nunca me había percatado hasta qué punto la ignoraba.

Talvez es por la situación en la que me encuentro.. Talvez es porque estoy madurando... No sé, pero el otro día estaba viendo una pelicula (cuyo nombre he decidido omitir), y me dí cuenta de esta mierda horrible que me estaban vendiendo y me estaban tratando de meter en mi pequeña mente. Osea, como creer que este tipo, despues de haber salido con esta chava tres veces, jura no poder vivir sin ella!?

Es simplemente destestable, y es absurdo. Lo peor de todo es que te lo venden como una realidad, y hay gente que se lo cree.

Bueno, no diré más para no aparentar ser un amargado :P
Pero de que te venden caca líquida envuelta en papelito brillante, te la venden, y te la tragas.

Just do it

Asi que lo hice.

No me importó la razón ni los consejos, y me dejé levar por mis impulsos y mis sentimientos. Asi que aqui estoy de nuevo, saltando hacía el vacío, esperando no estrellarme contra el muro invisible que es la decepción.

El amor no es ciego, pero te ciega, y he ahi su belleza. Te lleva a hacer cosas que no harías de ninguna otra manera. El amor te mueve, da el valor de actuar.

Y bueno, eso es todo por esta entrada :P

in between

Por veces es tán difícil hacer lo correcto...

La tuve que dejar ir por el bien de los dos... Me cae mal porque sí la quería (y la quiero)...

Siento la tentación de hacer algo increiblemente estúpido, y dejarme llevar por mis emociones, pero despues de tanto que he pasado mi cerebro ya no me deja caer en los mismos malditos errores de todos los años. Pero por veces es tan rico equivocarse.

Decidí tomar el camino menos usado, solo espero que me lleve a algún lugar bueno. Tengo la esperanza que mi paciencia y mi sensatez sean premiados en algún futuro no muy lejano. Only a fool's hope, but hope nonetheless...

Mi situación no me gusta nada. Este tipo de cosas sobrecargan mi cerebro con ideas que no me dejan pensar. Si tan solo pudiera dejar de sentir. Mundo maldito frío y cruel. Algún día me voy a desquitar, algún día voy a alcanzar lo que quiero.