"you like me more than you think you do"

saw greenberg after a while of posting about the soundtrack. the whole movie seems to fit james murphy´s loosing my edge dilema.
strange how many friends, acquaintances, mental pictures, and pure assumptions of people i know and don´t made an appearance... bits of myself too.





below excerpts from a article james murphy wrote for a literary magazine called fivedials.

I’m interested in the way the cynical can be turned optimistic and the optimistic cynical, and what’s most interesting to me is a song that contains some sort of argument with loss.

Funny-sad is way more sad.

‘I wish I was like a real writer.’ They don’t realize that real writers are just as hapless. They just know that feeling: they’re doing it and I’m not.

Why does anything return? Maybe for that strange, unstable, psychotic reason people are happy and satisfied and feel cool, even for a moment.

if you´re interested in reading the rest download number 13.

i guess that makes murphy´s lyrics interesting and greenberg a personal pastiche on a whole bunch of people i know, or think i know.. the truth is that it´s all so damn pessimistic. the other day i was listening to this is it after a couple of months of giving it a rest, i rediscovered murphy trashes just about everything, and leaves little room for rebuttal, just when you´re about to hate him, he sets in phrases of revindication.

you might forget, forget a sound of a voice
still you should not forget, yeah, don´t forget...
the things that we laughed about

i know, i may not have lived as much, but how is expecting the worse, being cynical, living attached to our hang-ups (until our hang-ups actually make us believe we´ve become them) gonna make anything else better? is surving on one single phrase going to cut it? we already know shitty things will always come our way, i suck at math, but what i do know is the average of the better would win. i also know that every time i write or speak about murphy it seems like i dislike him, i actually don´t, i admire his dialectic.

a lot of people out there are or were afraid of turning into a good/"good" person, a good father, mother, husband, sister, brother, blank. the reality is that we all have to try harder. and if we at least try, i think it´ll be ok.

observing ones mind

one: place your focus on the intervals.

second technique: before desire and before knowledge, how can i say "i am"?
consider it.
melt into beauty.

before desire and before knowledge how can i say "i am".
desire surges: with this desire, the sensation of "i am" arrises.
thought arrises: with each thought the sensation of "i am" comes forth...
before desire and before knowledge, there is no ego.

sit in silence.
a thought surges: you can identify yourself with this thought.
desire surges: you can identify with this desire.
during the process of identity, you become your ego.
so think, in these intervals, there is neither desire, nor knowledge, nor thought, suddenly identity turns into nihilism.
ego can´t surface.

buda used this technique and asked his followers to do one thing: when a thought arrises, perceive it. buda used to say that when thoughts come to our mind, we should just observe the awakening and process of this thought.

book of secrets num. 83
osho.

so of course there´s desire, and of course there´re millons of thoughts that pass every single millisecond through our head, all this means is that "ideas and thoughts are like clouds passing through the sky", and the spaces between the clouds are what should be real, or better said, what is real:

the substance that remains when we take the hazy mist away.

we are what we are, neither our matter nor our being was constructed by what we think, but what we will become.

guerrero

diversiónnnn.
gary pimiento co-creator with matías aguayo of BumBumBox parties and record label Cómeme, arrives in mexico for a night with los cocos, pairing with rebolledo for a more than excellent auditve experience.
mezcal spiked coconuts and umbrellas themed the party.

refreshing to see a dj actually play vinyls, pre-party we were with one of the djs that was also going to play. three out of ten in the room were djs, one actually made his living out of it (and i still consider him one of the best in mexico), there was also a producer (he was the most pissed off) and told the story of how when he lived in london he´d met the guy who had composed, written, whatever (i really don´t know how that works in dj land) the song that made paul van dyk explode, he was like, "fuck all these hipsters that want to make a living out of djing", "playing an ipod isn´t djing", then the dj came in and said, "well carrying vinyls is a mess sometimes and 90% of the times, places aren´t even equipped to play vinyls", objective point of view d.r.. then producer responded "it´s ok just as long as you actually know how to mix a vinyl", fair enough i thought. d.r. went on commenting, how this 16 year old boy came up to him and asked, "where can i go to dj school". awesome... i bet at the rate we´re going, in 20 years (even 10) it will be a legitimate career, just like fashion.

fashion and music i thought, i told d.r. we should open a fashion and djing school together, we´d make millions.

make up

and now that we´re going down this path, this video is more than relevant. just this flashes back, way back to 2000... and the finding yourself part of this whole party... my semi-seriousness is making me laugh.

maze

once i heard one had to get lost to find themselves.
seems accurate.

some very good insight was handed down to me tonight, might just be right, i think i´ll begin right there.


merci.

god, science, life, death

this quote has been circling my mind ever since i left the airport...

shit turbulence.

it always crosses my mind that i´m going to die every time i´m on a plane, i´m always sarcastic about it because i don´t usually get scared, so i think, "what if this is the airplane that´s going to fall, even if everyone tells you it´s the safest way to travel?", or what if it´s my turn or whatever..
i find comfort knowing that if i do die, my life has been awesome, even if some parts haven´t been all that much, i couldn´t really complain, i feel happy... anyways, way too much melodrama for this blog and for my arrival at my always favorite destination..

so i´ll leave the quote i was talking about in the beginning, it ties into flying in the sky and feeling so small among the immensity of space/time, and at the same time feeling contained in our ever expanding universe.


poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars- mere globs of gas atoms. nothing is "mere". i too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. but do i see less or more? the vastness of the heavens streches my imagination- stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. a vast pattern- of which i am part- perhaps my stuff was belched from some forgotten star, as one is belching there. or see them with the greater eye of palomar, rushing apart from some common starting point when they were perhaps all together. what is the pattern, or the meaning or the why? it does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. for far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined! why do the poets of the present not speak of it? what men are poets who can speak of jupiter if he were like a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia be silent?
richard feynman



i love flying.
this is what came along with my ears (gracias a dea & a alex por el regalo pre-cumpleaños.)

guilty pleasure

· not sleeping.
· sleeping.
· being a geek.
· finding amazing things for less than 100 pesos.
· taking wayyy too many pictures of sunsets/sunrises/sky.
· having wayyy too many pictures of myself on facebook (thanks mr. drama for pointing that out./ he´s just jealous because he wants more photos of himself).
· over conceptualizing.
· bear grylls.
· hooters buffalo chicken sandwich (best hangover food).
· showering at 1 am.
· dos equis ambar.

communication

my nextel has been on SOS mode for the past three weeks (& nextel is changing their platform or something and i can´t fix it until tuesday).
my phone broke.
and my computer just crashed...

are my vias of communication trying to tell me something?
is this symbolic?

maybe i´m just relieved.
this means i´m getting a new computer.
hurrah.

rhizomed mirror

para la continuación de este espacio, por un breve momento..
los invito al paseo.....

paradoxesarelovely.blogspot.com

fragmentedmirror.blogspot.com

you shall find me..

dedicada

many kilometers away.

i´m back

después de unas muy necesitadas vacaciones, he regresado..
actualizo un poco de lo q se vivió en estos últimos días.

fireworks

les deseo fireworks para el entrante 09.
creo q será un buen año.
gracias a los q me acompañaron en este.

sunshine space

ando disfrutando de días soleados, turistas turisteando, y no crítico pero en qué mente cabe q esto significa progreso & crecimiento... when its just utter tackyness.
estoy en playa del carmen.. definitivamente it´s not what it used to be... estoy como en una dimensión paralela.. entre dutyfrees, mariachis, shots de tequila & starbucks.

but anywho i cannot complain, la playa es hermosa, el sol está quemando mi piel lechosa y yo- descanso en arenas blancas.

_no subiré fotos hasta mi regreso q es en unos días. pero habrá dos q tres reseñas de mi estancia.

"·/&(Ѩ^!***¿$

regresando de la fiesta de vice q fue en el solid gold del sur..
me la pasé rebien, me parece increíble como ya en un table, you become immune to boobs... ves tantas, q no sientes absolutamente NADA.
me reí un buen rato, la fiesta tuvo un venue original, buen crowd, y muchos rios de risas.

highlights.
1. stripper humping the pole to the song, "My Heart Will go On", de Celine Dion.
2. stripper flashing private parts to girl in the front row, y esta chava inmovible, MEMORABLE.
3. punto número tres es sin sarcasmo... una bailarina q se movía impresionante, creo q frenó la fiesta por 10min.
4. and i quote elena, "HERE IS WHERE GAY MEN, UNDERSTAND WHY THEY´RE GAY".
el último punto
5. la nalgada q me dieron de bienvenida..
and the party began.

memory lane

q puedo decir, venía de regreso de una noche de ver lots of tits (explain later), y derrepente, esto en el radio, inmediatamente me transporté a mi infancia. amaba esta cancion. los grandess KC & THE SUNSHINE BAND.
el video es el más cursi de youtube (bueno quién sabe si el más, it blows my mind, los alcances de las personas q tienen acceso a youtube and have no friggin life).. entonces disfruten lo kitsch q puede llegar a ser el amor.
y a ver si a ustedes les evoca el mismo tipo de nostalgia.
cheers.

Viceland

viceland.com le hizo a miss mirror el honor de invitarla a subir unas fotos a su
FOTOBLOG.
de pasada dense el rol para pasar el rato..
my personal favorite es el viceland blog.. risas y más risas..
no mercy mann.

OVERRATED

1. MARRIAGE

2. I PHONES

go figure?

we own the sky

así deseo q sea su semana.



durante estos días no podré hacer muchos posts, ando en entregas y eso me estresa porq dejo todo al final... siempre.

playlist
m83_ we own the sky.

"Aleluya"

puedo orgullosamente decir q ya estoy al corriente con todos los posts de este blog..
después de siete horas, (sólo hoy) sí leyeron bien, siete horas frente a esta computadora, con sus ocasionales descansos de 5min.
tengo q aprovechar, antes q me empiezen a dejar tareas.
no tienen idea como se siente.
parece divertido, pero a veces es pesado, no me quejo, me la paso más mejor q más mal. jeje.
voy a dormir porq tengo un taller mañana a las 9am.
i´m "freeeeeeeeeee"...
jaja "free".

and yes, this makes no sense, because the computer light has fried my brain (temporarily, until tomorrow morning, i hope.)

Plain

the meaning of happiness:
friends
arizona green tea
a couple of indio´s
some cigarrettes
& some small talk on God, existentialism, questioning, people, truth, auras, keywords, humility, love, learning, ego, fear, and sex.


soundtrack:
1. blind melon- no rain
2. for the benefit of mr. kite- the beatles
3. detrás de mi ventana- yuri
4. life on mars- bowie
5. nothing´s gonna stop us- starship
6. unforgetable- natalie and nat king cole
7. vivo por ella- andrea boccelli y martha sanchez
8. love will tear us apart- joy division
9. wish you were- pink floyd
10. mad world- tears for fears
11. stormy- classic IV
12. love- john lennon
13. kissing a fool- george micheal
14. you learn- alanis morissette
15. uninvited- alanis morisette
16. black hole sun- soundgarden
17. you´re a god- vertical horizon
18. malibu- hole

yes, this is the backlash of being born in the eighties and growing up in the ninties.