we love you long time

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 21:26:16 GMT

"someone should write me a love poem but i'm stuck doing it myself"
Daphne Gottlieb

1. when i was in high school, i had to memorize the
conjugation of the latin verb "to love."

2. i have no idea what happened to my mother's wedding
ring. last night at 12:17 am, i really needed to know.

3. "beautiful" and "amazing" just mean "beautiful" and
"amazing." nothing more.

4. i memorized the latin verb by singing the forms to the
tune of "the mexican hat dance":

amo
amas
amat

amamus
amatis
amant

5. someone called at 1:19 in the morning. the area code is
from somewhere in arizona. i don't think i know anyone
in arizona. there wasn't a message.

6. if someone lets you sleep over and has to go to work while
you're still asleep and they let you sleep in even though though
they don't really know you, it's nice to leave a thank you
note. or make their bed.

7. i haven't been beautiful in days and i need more sleep.
don't think about it too much. it doesn't mean a thing.

8. i have had my shirts altered so i can wear my heart on my
sleeve.

9. told me i'm beautiful and amazing and where are you,
who told me i'm beautiful and amazing, next time please
write it down, i will be beautiful all day after i make the
bed, amazing after i throw the latex away; how is it, the
everywhere of our hands and no trace of handwriting
anywhere

10. i still sing:

amo
amas
amat

amamus
amatis
amant

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 21:08:15 GMT

Life Itinerary: Present until June 2009, with speculations to May 2010

Currently in Madrid, working part-time but mostly enjoying being able to sleep in until 11am during the work week.

In August, I'll be in Ljubljana for a week-and-a-half visiting my friend Laura. I'll be flying into Venice in the morning, spending the day there sightseeing, and that evening taking a train to the Slovenian capital.

Apart from this trip, I'll be spending the month working on my Fulbright Scholarship application to teach English at the university level in Colombia, hopefully Bogota, starting in August 2009. The committee notifies applicants in March 2009, and if accepted, I'll move there somewhere around June/July of 2009.

In September, I'll be preparing for my move to Oviedo, on the northern coast of Spain in October. In Mieres, the small town outside Oviedo, I'll be a Teaching Assistant to the English department in a local high school until the beginning of June 2009.

If the Fulbright Program doesn't work out, I'll also be planning to take the GRE and start looking at graduate schools in the States, although I still do not feel ready to re-enter neither the academic world nor the U.S.

don't drop the soap

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 18:50:23 GMT

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 23:39:30 GMT

China View News: The World's source for objective journalism

http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-06/24/content_8430927.htm

Why I Left The United States

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 13:49:46 GMT

love it

Sat, 24 May 2008 09:14:07 GMT

“Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem”
Bob Hicok

My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers
of my palms tell me so.
Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish
at the same time. I think

praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think
staying up and waiting
for paintings to sigh is science. In another dimension this
is exactly what's happening,

it's what they write grants about: the chromodynamics
of mournful Whistlers,
the audible sorrow and beta decay of "Old Battersea Bridge."
I like the idea of different

theres and elsewheres, an Idaho known for bluegrass,
a Bronx where people talk
like violets smell. Perhaps I am somewhere patient, somehow
kind, perhaps in the nook

of a cousin universe I've never defiled or betrayed
anyone. Here I have
two hands and they are vanishing, the hollow of your back
to rest my cheek against,

your voice and little else but my assiduous fear to cherish.
My hands are webbed
like the wind-torn work of a spider, like they squeezed
something in the womb

but couldn't hang on. One of those other worlds
or a life I felt
passing through mine, or the ocean inside my mother's belly
she had to scream out.

Here when I say "I never want to be without you,"
somewhere else I am saying
"I never want to be without you again." And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet

in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying
and resurrected.
When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.

I'd put my money on D; fuck this hurts

Thu, 22 May 2008 19:56:36 GMT

The pain in my stomach is due to:

a.) Lack of sleep
b.) Random nicotine withdrawls (although I smoke a pack a month, if that)
c.) Eating poorly
d.) Waiting, or not knowing, over a handful of things.

Sun, 18 May 2008 19:06:14 GMT

My life right now is like Closer, only way gayer.

been there

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 17:35:13 GMT

“Incident”
Norman MacCaig

I look across the table and think
(fiery with love)
Ask me, go on, ask me
to do something impossible,
something freakishly useless,
something unimaginable and inimitable

Like making a finger break into blossom
or walking for half an hour in twenty minutes
or remembering tomorrow.

I will you to ask it.
But all you say is
Will you give me a cigarette?
And I smile and,
returning to the marvelous world
of possibility
I give you one
with a hand that trembles
with a human trembling.

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 21:41:35 GMT

Yo voy pensando en ti, buscando las palabras.

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 21:14:49 GMT

This site's commentary is so true it hurts:

http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/

oh we all can relate...

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 17:20:28 GMT

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 10:53:57 GMT

Kissing you
was like the first time I learned to ski:

impossible to navegate
but entertaining nonetheless.

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 02:05:26 GMT

I spoke to all my molecules and
They were divided
On if you were invited
Love undecided

I told them,
Now's the time you've got to
make your choice.
No more can avoid
Lift up one solid voice.

They told me,
We just can't say yet.
There's a lot of 'yes's.
But also plenty 'no's
And we work by consesus.

I said,
Pull in the stragglers
Try to wear down their defenses
'Cause it's getting humiliating
Out here on the fence.

I spoke to all my molecules
Hey guys?
Did you see those eyes?

I know I felt you all there with me
Swelling that one kiss
Think of all the waves of holding back
we're gonna miss.
What's the problem?
Why've we held back for so long?

Ready to move on?

que hubiese escrito esto/ wish i had written this

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 03:18:20 GMT

“Diciembre”

Diciembre vino silenciosamente,

estirando las noches hasta casi

juntarlas:

el alba a pocas horas de distancia

del crepúsculo lleno de tristeza,

y un mediodía sin sol,

un mediodía

de pájaros ocultos y apagados

ruidos,

con bajas nubes grises recibiendo

el sucio impacto de las chimeneas.

Diciembre vino así, como lo cuento

aquel año de gracia del que hablo,

el año aquel de gracia y sueño, leve

soplo de luces y de días,

encrucijada luminosa

de lunas hondas y de estrellas altas,

de mañanas de sol, de tardes tibias

que por el aire se sucedían lentas

como globos brillantes y solemnes.

Pero diciembre vino de ese modo

y cubrió todo aquello de ceniza:

lluvia turbia y menuda,

niebla densa,

opaca luz borrando los perfiles,

espeso frío tenaz que vaciaba

las calles de muchachas

y de música,

que asesinaba pájaros y mármoles

en la ciudad sin hojas del invierno.

Pájaros muertos, barro, nieve sucia,

lanzo diciembre sobre el año, y todos

abandonamos en silencio

su ámbito feliz, pisando indiferentes

los restos consumidos de sus cosas,

el envoltorio de sus alegrías,

dejándolo cubierto de papeles

y rotas luces,

oquedad sumergida

en decepción y desfallecimiento,

como la sala de un teatro, cuando

el telón cae, finalizado el drama.

De esa forma dejamos aquel año,

sórdido

recinto

manchado de recuerdos derribados

y deseos oscuros

y nostalgia

— y por qué no también remordimiento —

sin mirar para atrás,

sin querer enterarnos

de su agonía lívida a las puertas de enero.

- Ángel González

“December”

December came silently,

stretching the nights until almost

joining them:

the morning light a few hours away

from the twilight full of sorrow,

and a midday without sun,

a midday

of concealed birds and softened

noises,

with low grey clouds receiving

the dirty impact of chimneys.

December came like this, as I count

that year-long grace period which I’m talking about,

that year of grace and delusion, gentle

blow of lights and of days,

luminous intersection

of deep moons and of high stars,

of sunny mornings, of tepid afternoons that,

because of the air, passed slowly

like gleaming and solemn balloons.

But December came in this manner

and covered all that with ash:

cloudy and thin rain,

dense fog,

opaque light erasing silhouettes,

thick tenacious cold that emptied

the streets of young women

and of music,

that killed birds and marbles

in the city without winter leaves.

Dead birds, mud, dirty snow,

I let out December over the year, and we all

abandon in silence

its happy scope, stepping indifferently

on the consumed remains of things,

the wrapper of its joys,

leaving covered in papers

and broken lights,

a hollow submerged

in disappointment and blackout,

like in a theatre, when

the curtain falls, the drama ended.

In this way we leave that year,

squalid

precinct

stained by shot down memories

and dark desires

and nostalgia

— and why not remorse as well —

without looking behind,

without wanting to bury ourselves

in its livid agony at the doors of January.

- Ángel González

the joni mitchell phase

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 02:58:04 GMT

Again and again the same situation
For so many years
Tethered to a ringing telephone
In a room full ot mirrors
A pretty girl in your bathroom
Checking out her sex appeal
I asked myself when you said you loved me
"Do you think this can be real?"

Still I sent up my prayer
Wondering where it had to go
With heaven full of astronauts
And the Lord on death row
While the millions of his lost and lonely ones
CalI out and clamour to be found
Caught in their struggle for higher positions
And their search for love that sticks around

You've had lots of lovely women
Now you turn your gaze to me
Weighing the beauty and the imperfection
To see if I'm worthy
Like the church
Like a cop
Like a mother
You want me to be truthful
Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though
And I need your approval

Still I sent up my prayer
Wondering who was there to hear
I said "Send me somebody
Who's strong, and somewhat sincere"
With the millions of the lost and lonely ones
I called out to be released
Caught in my struggle for higher achievements
And my search for love
That don't seem to cease

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 18:28:46 GMT

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

Teddi Smith - "And outlive the bastards."

Life goals Part 2

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 02:36:14 GMT

Make significant contributions to sustainable development

Wikipedia defines sustainable development as "a socio-ecological process characterized by the fulfillment of human needs while maintaining the quality of the natural environment indefinitely." If there is one issue I'm passionate about, this is it. As an newly vegetarian, eco-fanatic teen, I was frustrated with the fact that environmental distresses were treated as a separate, topical issue, designated for a conscientious, liberal, white minority. I'm grateful to have found out through my undergraduate career that this is starting to change. On one hand, we all can see that the media has made the green factor an actual priority on the

U.S.

agenda. What I'd like to focus more on, however, is the concept that the environment is not an independent, "activist-lite" concern but rather a key player in and a symptom of socio-economic disturbances. This may not be as widespread as Gore's message of the threat of global warming, but it is certainly becoming more accepted modus operandi for academics and policy makers, and hopefully will make its way to the general public.

As much as I've always been concerned about the health of the earth, equally I've been preoccupied by human rights, gender inequality and unfair trade practices. It's been a large relief to have learned in my classes and through my own research that we don't have to pick and choose our causes, but in fact have to treat all of these factors as symptoms of a larger problem...much the way we don't legitimately fight a runny nose by buying a lot of Kleenex. I really have no idea how I'm going to delve into this sector as my knowledge and experience is topical and my degree can only allot so much contribution; by gaining some travel experience and along the way volunteering with some local NGO's throughout Latin America and Africa, I hope to gain some first hand insight that I'll later be able to apply in grad school and later in an actual profession dedicated to greater solidarity.

Make a significant contribution to art or literature

Maybe something more elegant than stall scribble, I'd like to emphasize that I in no way intend to be a novelist. Personally I could never consider working in the genre and I believe that there are many others that people then to ignore in its wake. Take poetry for example. It's probably my favorite genre as I've always bordered on having literary ADD and its short yet power-packed verbal economy usually works in my favor. Not to mention I've taken quite a liking to it in the Spanish language. Poetry borders on the fine realm between literature and visual art while incorporating a sensibility for linguistics that you just can’t find in prose. And we all know I love linguistics. This is not to rule out essays or short stories, or even skeezy haikus, but in someway I’d like to contribute that sensation of contact we get when we read something fantastic. I don’t aim for literary greatness, just a name that’s enjoyable to read and worthy to discover.

Learn to play the drums

The only thing quintessentially cooler than knowing how to play the drums is the way Hunter S. Thompson smoked cigarettes. Apart from the mere novelty of playing the traditionally underdog instrument, I’m attracted to the idea of learning to explore the rhythmic side of music. Just in the same way that reading a great line or paragraph gives you goosebumps, hearing the thump-thump-thump driving that one song you fucking love can be existentially therapeutic. I’ll be interested to see if the rumored discrimination against female drummers actually exists, Maureen Tucker (above) and Meg White being notable exceptions. Then again, having a vagina has been traditionally problematic, so I wouldn’t be surprised if this were the case here.

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 17:07:58 GMT

Things I'd like to do with my life / Life goals: Part I

Taking a page from my friend Victoria, whose blog is full of some great insights and writing, I decided too to provide an illustrated list of the random things I'd like to achieve in my life.

Live on a cargo ship

My dad has always been suggesting to me the idea that you can rent out a room on a cargo ship and for a couple of months go whereever it goes for a cheap price. I like this idea a lot and have found a company which sets this up for you, although at not-so-cheap a price. Nonetheless for three or so months, the ability to be able to do nothing except read and talk to sailors sounds appealing, while making stops for unspecified amounts of time in who knows where. I especially like the "Indian Ocean Islands, Seychelles, Reunion, Mauritius & East Africa" route.

Live in Montevideo/Buenos Aires

If you've known me for a decent amount of time, you know all I talk about is one of these two cities and how I'm eventually going to move there in the near future. Why? Well, we all know why Buenos Aires is so great: a European city at Latin American prices and the sexy Argentine accent as an added bonus. But why Uruguay, which Homer Simpson once (mis)read as "U r gay", and which I've often (jokingly) titled the "Canada" of Argentina? The idea planted in my brain my sophomore year when I was living with Laura, who had traveled through both of the cities and told me about her impressions of both. The more I learn about the Uruguayan capital the more I seem to compare it to Madrid: in comparison to other urban bohemoths of Europe, Madrid is much smaller and therefore more manageable. Furthermore, Madrid is one of the most under-the-radar cities in the world, and despite its reputation for being the nightlife capital of Europe, seems to always lose to Barcelona in terms of winning over short-time visitors. Long-time visitors know better. After so much time in Madrid, I find myself wanting to live in similar cities (and know people) that don't charm over easily but after some time and investment, become your own. Montevideo seems like the perfect match.

None of these answers were altered.

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 17:24:29 GMT

If your life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...
7. When you're finished tag some other people to do it!

Opening Credits:
Don't Miss You At All
By- Norah Jones

First Day of School:
Espacio Sideral
By- Jesse & Joy

Falling in Love:
Vivrant Thing
By- Q-Tip

Fight Song:
Yeah! Oh yeah!
By- The Magnetic Fields

Breaking Up:
Canciones de Amor
By- Julieta Venegas

Prom:
Sweet Jane
By- Lou Reed

Life:
Ironic
BY- Alanis Morissette

Mental Breakdown:
Right Through You
By- Alanis Morissette

Driving:
Pioneer to the Falls
By- Interpol

Flashback:
Antimatter
By- Tricky

Getting Back Together:
Carriage for Two
By- Tricky

Wedding:
Contigo
By- Federico Aubele

Birth of Child:
Let the Cool Goddess Rust Away
By- Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!

Final Battle:
Freedom
By- Jurassic 5

Death Scene:
Amsterdam
By- Coldplay

Funeral:
Don't Pass Me By
By- The Beatles

End Credits:
Things You Do
By- Q-Tip

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 20:57:58 GMT

I've been obsessed with looking for inspiration lately. This studio art class seems to have gotten the best of me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnHpJW8N6cU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Me6-aX7vhfs&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUihm4u2-ok

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 09:40:43 GMT

Hangovers (translated from Spanish)

The first ones have their
thing, that's for sure. Once again
with a drink in his hand, he
feels at ease for feeling
so bad, for having that body,
for being the target
of looks and laughs
(joking, conceited commentaries),
you know,
to suffer like a man.

Later come the others,
those like always, the classics,
without the charm of novelty,
those that one already knows in their fair
measure, boring and stubborn,
sticky, those that hardly
surprise, those that, one morning,
they advise you to
be careful, but you don't even
realize it.

The last hangovers,
the authentic ones, the real ones,
those that neither laughs nor looks
make worth it, those of vomit
on top, those of disgust
and tears, those of the fear
of living and of dying, and suddenly,
those of the most absolute solitude,

those, my friend, it's better
that you don't have to go through those.

- Karmelo C. Iribarren

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 19:44:12 GMT

cigarettes + diet coke - alcohol = new diet plan

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 21:04:20 GMT

I'd say it's pretty damn curious that three of the most important people in my life all have the same initials (AH), are all going through intense evolutions in their lives which in one way or another have mirrored my own, (oddly enough) have had some aspect of their summer spent in the (North) American capital, and have wonderfully shared it all via LJ. Curious indeed. One has courageously undertaken the process of self-discovery while on another continent, while one is discovering the bravery necessary in the realm of a relationship and the third is gracefully navegating the realm of what it means to be an adult and still trying to be the adult we dreamed of being when we were children. Each has a past and present distinctly marked by separate geographies, and whose location which encaptulates The Present is new and exciting, if a bit terrifying at times, marked by challenges both unique and universal. Through many many conversations (over coffee, over AIM, over the phone, via postcard, via email and via those two online social networks), the AHAHAHs have made me that much of a better person, from immensely improving my issues with body image to helping me sharpen my own unique brand of erudite silliness. And you all are just fabby to say the least. So thank you AHAHAH, your onomatopoeia for a late-started if notably loud laughter is pretty damn characteristic of my own growth the last year, but you probably had already thought of that (...or the flipping sweet 80's music video).

Repeat survey from a year ago [edit]

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 19:55:51 GMT

1. My ex is still...
oh let's face it, I'll never be in a legitimate relationship.

2. I am listening to...
Nirvana's "Unplugged in New York"

3. Maybe I should...
not be online.

4. I love...
finding new music

5. My best friend(s)...
have made me a better person.

6. I don't understand...
some aspects of the masculine discourse.

7. I lost...
a large part of my insecurities.

8. People say I am...
it depends.

9. The meaning of my screen name is...
It was supposed to mean "the desperate ones" in Spanish with a nod toward the feminine, but turns out "desperate" is spelled "desesperado/as."

10. Love is....
"an overwhelming comfortability with your or someone else's identity." I said this last time and still stand by it.

11. Somewhere, someone is...
regretting it big time.

12. I will always...
want to be more innocent than experienced

13. Forever seems...
hyperbolic.

14. I never ever want to...
be raped.

15. My cell phone is...
with a camera!

16. When I wake up in the morning...
I'm regretting it big time.

17. I get annoyed by...
people too much like myself.

18. Parties are...
best when you're the hottest girl in the room.

19. My pet(s) is...
oh Pepper and Sultan...who knows.

20. Kisses are the best when...
you have butterflies in your stomach.

21. Today I...
ate a lot of chuches (gummy candy) and watched way too many music videos on YouTube.

22. Tomorrow I will...
see Carly!

23. I really want...
to sleep in a hammock on a beautiful beach, and if I'm lucky, next to the love of my life.