A mi no me gusta ir a las tiendas Uno, Dos, Tres, y mucho menos ahora que las cosas tienen el dichoso tax, que si sale a un peso, pues te jodes porque tienes que dar los siete, los seis, o los cinco chavos y medio... Pero bueno, el tax no es el propósito de este post, este post es sobre cosas baratas... Así, que vuelvo a la tienda. Pues, como decía, detesto la tienda unodostres, por las cosas mierdosas que venden, aunque, si eres un universitario viviendo con un minimun wage en la ciudad de Nueva York, pues encontrarás que esta tienda es heaven... Lástima que no los hay allá. Pues, detesto la tienda, lo repito. ¿Pero, Joel, no crees que ese odio que le tienes en algún momento se convertirá en amor? Pues la verdad no creo, a lo mejor cuando esté viejo y senil, que no me esté dando cuenta de las cosas que hago... pero para eso ya estaré viviendo en Argentina, vecino de los nietos de Wilkins, o estaré qué sé yo, en Australia o Japón, allá hay tiendas baratillo también, pero no son Unodostres.
Pues la idea de este post no era hablar de la contrayá tienda, lo que pasa es que de pronto se me ocurrió mencionarla y ya ven la disgreción enorme que produjo. El propósito principal de este post era decir que a mi me encantan las cosas baratas. Pero, Joel, eso contradice completamente tu párrafo anterior. ¿Y? ¿No puedo ser contradictorio? La gente es complicada, you know... Anyway, la cosa es que me encantan las cosas baratas, y no porque yo, en sí, sea barato, no, para nada. Lo que pasa es que hay ciertas cosas que son baratas y son mucho mejores que sus contrapartes caras. Y no me refiero a las figuritas de mala muerte que venden en Unodostres. Así que aclararé ahora, en este preciso momento. ¿A cuántos le gustan los Snickers? *Joel lifts up his hands, as if he were a little boy in the eight grade* (Hablando del octavo grado, tenía una maestra de español que vendía sandwichitos, ella era súper, además de que sí daba clases, al contrario de la maestra de historia de décimo grado, quien era la competencia de la del octavo, y cuya clase era una mierda, yo me rehusé a hacer cualquier trabajo de historia, especialmente el trabajo de los pueblos, y saqué dos F's, pero de alguna manera pasé la clase con C-, ¿que cómo?, hasta este día es un misterio. Me hubiese gustado decirle en la cara que como maestra era un sandwichito con moho tirado en una cuneta). Pues como iba diciendo, me encantan los Snickers. ¿Pero, Joel, y qué tienen que ver los Snickers con cosas baratas? Pues, ¿cuánto vale un Snickers? Un peso, o tres si eres lo suficientemente pendejo para comprarlos en el cine. Pero, escojamos el de a peso. Comparado con los chocolates estos Whitmans... Pues aquí va mi dicotomía (esa palabra me intriga y en este momento no sé si la estoy usando correctamente, pero la usaré sólo porque me da la gana). ¿Cuánto valen los Whitmans? Una purruchá. ¿Y saben buenos? No, a carajo saben (o por lo menos tres cuartas partes de ellos). ¿Entonces para qué rayos comprar chocolates caros para tener una experienca bucal estupendamente horrible, cuando puedes comprarte un jugoso y chicloso Snickers, del cual disfrutarás cada maní recubierto de caramelo junto a cada pedacito del "nuggat"? Ahí estriba mi gusto por las cosas baratas. Pero no se queda ahí. El vino. Para mí, mientras más barato, mejor. Es que los vinos caros "finos" son súper ágrios y secos, así que mejor me quedo con los suavecitos y dulcecitos... y total, la juma será más rápida con los baratos, y no tan sólo rápida, sino también alargada, por la cantidad de botellas de Ponteveccio que puedes comprar. Jajajaja... A la verdad que sí soy barato en ese sentido... Y qué me dicen de los hamburgers de un peso de Wendy's? ¿O las papitas? No me digan que no, porque si no pecan de no haberlos probados, porque no he encontrado a nadie que diga nada malo sobre Wendy's (bueno, excepto mi padre, que a él no le gusta por razones totalmente objetables e irracionales) (¿Joel, terminarás el paréntesis de tu padre sin decir la razón irracional y objetable? No nos dejes así, canto de cucador) (pues está bien, la razón es la siguiente, él aduce que los hamburguers de Wendy's son súper chiquitos, (él come mucho), y no se le comparan a los de BurgerKing, y yo le contesto, que si ha visto el triple carne de Wendy's, pero entonces pienso que ahora burgerking tiene uno de cuatro carnes... UY, de tan sólo pensarlo me da algo....). Anyway, ¿por dónde iba? Pues iba por el "denounment" de este post, porque se me está acabando la inspiración teclearetil (wow, me sorprendo de mis palabrotas disparateras). Pero antes, tengo que mencionar las cosas baratas que no aguanto. Por ejemplo: los dvd's y cd's pirateaos. Para nada, no diré que tengo cd's pirateaos por si acaso hay por ahí agentes del fbi observando, (porque no los tengo) pero diré que los he visto por ahí, y los detesto. Primero por lo baratos que se ven, ni cajita ni dibujitos ni na, como que la experiencia no es la misma. Entonces cuando ves el dvd en la tv está explotao de blanco y me encojono y no veo na. Los cd's de música no tienen ese problema pero también sufren de ser poco llamativos y de quedarse olvidados en alguna colección de cd's que están completos con sus nombres en los lomos. ¿Qué más? Bueno, creo que ya mi punto has come across.
So, cheap stuff is good when they taste right. And not when they look wrong. It's all about the senses. If it feels right, the cheap prostitute is good, but if she sounds slushy or wheezy, then lo barato te ha salido caro... cómprate una muñeca de calidad... evitarás enfermedades venéreas.
Y así, sin más ni más, con un final más o menos sorpresivo los dejo hasta el próximo post.
(((((BIBLIOTECA OCTAGONAL)))))
(((Libros-Películas-Paréntesis)))
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
And the turkey dies
And in other news, the turkey was killed on the 23rd of November, as the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade went on. There are no witnesses of this retched murder, even when there were so many people at the house. We have no images of this sad story, but we will keep you informed if something else develops. This has been Joel reporting, channel 7 news. Back to you.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
El Pavo Vive
(click for larger view)Observen el pavo inflable. Ojos saltones. El gargajo guindádole del pico, el sombrero de los peregrinos ("que hicieron la comida en comuna" o "se comieron a la comuna"). Observen las patas fuertes y robustas. Si pueden notar detrás del cuerpo, la incongruente cola que, si no les recuerda al logo de NBC, les recordará erróneamente a un pavo real (el cual no es el que se come en el pavo day) (duh!, Joel). Y observen también en el cuello, el pañuelito con cuadritos "checkereados" de picnic, cualquiera diría que son reminiscencias de los vaqueros westerns, otros dirían que les recuerda a The Village People.
Y, para terminar, hago la salvedad de que este pavo lleva sentado en frente de mi casa desde el primero de noviembre (todas las mañanas se desinfla y revive por la noche). (No sé por qué tenía que hacer esta salvedad, pero bueno...)
Le dedico este post a Kalhúa, quien tuvo calabazas inflables en octubre; RIP Halloween hasta el próximo año... ¡Viva el pavo!
(esta historia continúa)
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix movie!
Y el trailer salió hace poco, o yo me acabo de enterar, pero para aquellos que estén como yo de despistados... para aquellos hardcore fans... o para aquellos que simplemente se emocionan con una película de fantasía... aquí les va:
(Este LINK/TRAILER es de mejor calidad) www.harrypotterorderofthephoenix.com
(Pero si quieres youtube, dale play ahí abajo)
(Este LINK/TRAILER es de mejor calidad) www.harrypotterorderofthephoenix.com
(Pero si quieres youtube, dale play ahí abajo)
Monday, November 20, 2006
Esoteric transitions / Las trancisiones esotéricas / Ce sont les transitions ésotériques
(( * * * ))
(I'm so clever that I love me)
(Je suis très ingénieux, que je m'aime)
(Qué frutal soy, ah) (a veces me sorprendo)
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Educational Post: La guanábana / The soursop
(English Version below)La Guanábana
(clickea la foto pa verla grande)
¿De dónde Dios se sacó el diseño sicodélico de la guanábana? O sea, solamente mírenla. ¿No es la fruta más rara que jamás han visto en la historia? ¿No creen que sea autóctona del explaneta Plutón? Tiene que ser alienígena. ...Con esa forma de riñón verde y con las púas (que no puyan), y ¡ese tamaño!
Bueno, pero el misterio no es tanto "de dónde salió la idea de inventarse la guanábana", hay un misterio más grande aún: ¿A quién rayos se le ocurrió llamarle guanábana? ¿A los indios taínos? Bueno, probablemente fueron ellos, que eran sabios e inocentes...
Pero, miren, a pesar de su rara apariencia la guanábana es la fruta que da un jugo súper rico. Cuando la cortas, su interior es blanco y resbaloso. Nunca la hedo así del palo, así que no sé cómo sepa sola, pero el jugo, aaaaah, qué cosa brutal. Es especito, frío (si lo metes en la nevera) y duuulce si le echas el azúcar necesaria.
La guanábana, patrimonio de este país tropical y muchos otros...
Dato curioso:
Mientras buscaba cómo rayos se dice "guanábana" en inglésencontré otra fruta parecida, la chirimoya. Es exactamente igual que la guanábana por dentro, pero por fuera tiene como unas escamas en vez de las esotéricas e intrigantes púas ganabaneras...
Chirimoya
Guanábana abierta
Ah, y en inglés es Soursop... Hmm, o por lo menos eso saqué de mi research.
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(english version)
The Soursop
(click on the above pic for larger view)
Where did God get the psychedelic design of the soursop? I mean, just look at it. Isn't it the freakiest looking fruit you've ever seen in history? Doesn't it look like it is native of the ex-planet Pluto? I must be alien. ...With that kindney-like shape, and those thorns (that don't actually sting) and that size!
But, the mystery is not only "where did the idea of the soursop came from"... The bigger mystery is: "Who the hell made up such a name as soursop"? ("guanábana" in Spanish, which is a weird name too). Was it the late indigenous tribes of Puerto Rico, the Taínos? Probably yes, they were wise and innocent...r>
But, you see, even when the soursop has that weird apperance, it gives a very good juice. When you cut the fruit, its insides are white and slippery. I have never had a piece straight from the tree, so I don't know how it tastes on its own, but I've had the juice and its oooh so good: smooth, thick, cold (if you put it in the fridge), and sweeeet, if you sugar it well...
Soursop, patrimony of Puerto Rico, and other tropical countries.
Curious fact:
While I was looking for "guanábana" (soursop) in English, I also found another fruit, the "chirimoya" (custard apple) It looks exactly the same as the soursop on the inside, but on the outside they have a kind of scales, instead of the esotheric and intriguing soursopy thorns...
Chirimoya (custard apple)
Guanábana abierta (opened soursop)
What the hell is a "sop"?
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Happy Feet (a penguin movie)
Last year, on the movie theaters, the documentary (docudrama actually) "The March of the Penguins", was played (I even wrote something about it last year click this link if u need backstory). It was one of the best movies/documentaries I had ever seen. There was such a thin line between a fictional movie and a documentary, because you could see yourself as a penguin, they couldn't be more human than you or I. Beautiful, heartbreaking, hopeful, powerful, very uplifting movie...
So. With that said, comes:
Happy Feet (trailer 2 is my favorite)
Mumble Happy Feet is a newly born emperor penguin who cannot sing. So?, you may ask. Well, if you cannot sing, according to the movie, you cannot find a mate. But Mumble could dance, when no other penguin either didn't dare to dance or they couldn't. So, Mumble was ostracized, by the high powers (the goverment, or the "wise" men), from the community. And you think, "oh, so this movie is going to be very light, warm, fuzzy, and most likely for children". But, oh, I was wrong.
The movie deals with so many issues, simbolisms, allusions and parallelisms of real human life that is almost unbelievable. I mean, from the fact that Mumble was ejected from the community for being "different", right there you have themes like: racism, homophobia, or discrimination in any way. I don't want to tell the story but, the scene in which you can see that discrimination it's also a critique to blind religion, when the penguins refuse to dance, and the say something like: "the penguin way" (that casually sounds like Amen)... Really freaky and interesting. There's also a commentary on hierachies...
Also, there are messeges about acceptance, when some latin-sounding, smaller, non-emperor penguins, accept Mumble no matter how he is. And, you have to listen to those little penguins, they're hilarious, specially the one voiced by Robin Williams; and you have to see theme move and act, they're so vivid. Really, a very entertaining thing to see, and to listen; it was like a stand up comedy show.
Remember tho, that this movie is a musical, so there's music and dance... The choreographies were great, and worked so well with the camera movements, which were on themselves very very smooth. And the music is all about latin-black-pop-soul-dance-hiphop really enjoyable, if not awesome (that coming from someone who doesn't really like hip-hop).
And there are scenes with such drama, and violence that I was like: "gosh, this is NOT for children". Because it showed the harshness of nature, like there is a scene where some big eagle-like birds were going to eat the little Mumble, and it was to me soooo heartpounding, and menacing, that I seriously thought that the children in the theater were going to cry. No one did. But, there was another scene involving a fight over a fish between three birds and the teenaged Mumble, that is pure violence. In THAT one little child cried.
What else can I say. Everytime you think the movie is going somewhere it takes you somewhere else.
My favorite scene is one when Mumble is walking with his latin-voiced-small-penguins friends against a storm of high winds... One of the most frigid photorealistic shots of the movie, and one of the most memorable. They're pushing against the high winds, and the sun is on the background, so you see only their silhouettes...
You must see it. Even if you don't like animated movies. See this one. It is worth it. There are movies that afterwards you say: "why the fuck did I pay X amount of money to watch this shitty movie"... I assure you, that you will not be disappointed. You go for the cute factor, and because the trailers are so funny!!!!, but you come out with a whole experience of drama, commentary, art and, most importantly, comedy.
Ps: Oh, and pleeeaaase, see it in English, you will loose so much with a dub (I think).
So. With that said, comes:
Happy Feet (trailer 2 is my favorite)
Mumble Happy Feet is a newly born emperor penguin who cannot sing. So?, you may ask. Well, if you cannot sing, according to the movie, you cannot find a mate. But Mumble could dance, when no other penguin either didn't dare to dance or they couldn't. So, Mumble was ostracized, by the high powers (the goverment, or the "wise" men), from the community. And you think, "oh, so this movie is going to be very light, warm, fuzzy, and most likely for children". But, oh, I was wrong.
The movie deals with so many issues, simbolisms, allusions and parallelisms of real human life that is almost unbelievable. I mean, from the fact that Mumble was ejected from the community for being "different", right there you have themes like: racism, homophobia, or discrimination in any way. I don't want to tell the story but, the scene in which you can see that discrimination it's also a critique to blind religion, when the penguins refuse to dance, and the say something like: "the penguin way" (that casually sounds like Amen)... Really freaky and interesting. There's also a commentary on hierachies...
Also, there are messeges about acceptance, when some latin-sounding, smaller, non-emperor penguins, accept Mumble no matter how he is. And, you have to listen to those little penguins, they're hilarious, specially the one voiced by Robin Williams; and you have to see theme move and act, they're so vivid. Really, a very entertaining thing to see, and to listen; it was like a stand up comedy show.
Remember tho, that this movie is a musical, so there's music and dance... The choreographies were great, and worked so well with the camera movements, which were on themselves very very smooth. And the music is all about latin-black-pop-soul-dance-hiphop really enjoyable, if not awesome (that coming from someone who doesn't really like hip-hop).
And there are scenes with such drama, and violence that I was like: "gosh, this is NOT for children". Because it showed the harshness of nature, like there is a scene where some big eagle-like birds were going to eat the little Mumble, and it was to me soooo heartpounding, and menacing, that I seriously thought that the children in the theater were going to cry. No one did. But, there was another scene involving a fight over a fish between three birds and the teenaged Mumble, that is pure violence. In THAT one little child cried.
What else can I say. Everytime you think the movie is going somewhere it takes you somewhere else.
My favorite scene is one when Mumble is walking with his latin-voiced-small-penguins friends against a storm of high winds... One of the most frigid photorealistic shots of the movie, and one of the most memorable. They're pushing against the high winds, and the sun is on the background, so you see only their silhouettes...
You must see it. Even if you don't like animated movies. See this one. It is worth it. There are movies that afterwards you say: "why the fuck did I pay X amount of money to watch this shitty movie"... I assure you, that you will not be disappointed. You go for the cute factor, and because the trailers are so funny!!!!, but you come out with a whole experience of drama, commentary, art and, most importantly, comedy.
Ps: Oh, and pleeeaaase, see it in English, you will loose so much with a dub (I think).
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Acúsame
este es un cuento raro...
Acúsame
por: Joel
©
Acúsame
por: Joel
©
Cuando a las paredes le brotaron ojos oscuros y góticos, con el delineador marcando más aún ese blanco que envuelve las pupilas, te pusiste a temblar. Las cuatro paredes te observaban, junto al piso, junto al techo. Doce ojos. Te miran. Te ignoran. Vibran. Lagrimean. Sus cercanías te hacen explorar sus imperfecciones, que son a la vez sus perfecciones. Las cristalinidades de los iris. Las estelas de colores como las vetas de las canicas. Un ojo tiene una pajita, y parpadea; las pestañas agitan el aire. Te soplan. De pronto huele a químico de revelar fotos. Pones un pie en el piso; sientes la frágil acuosidad de un ojo, y sientes el párpado capturarte el pie. Los ejes de visión se tornaron directos a tí. En aquella cámara oscura te aíslan. Radiografían. Topografían. Sonografían. Fotografían. Te hurgan los huesos. La sangre. El oxígeno que traes dentro. Observan tus neuronas y la electricidad que se desplaza por tus pelos. Tu cuerpo te sacude. Te ven tus pensamientos. ¿Qué ocultas? Te preguntan. ¿Qué ocultas? Y en un lapso mínimo de lúcida inteligencia, guardas silencio, sonríes y los señalas.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Uñeros / Ingrown nails
I don't think it is an "ingrown nail" persé... If you bite your nails, you know what an uñero is, they are those little pieces of skin at the side of your nails which are very, very tempting, very, very hard not to bite off. But then, when you do bite them off, to make them fingers smooth, then you end up with a very small open wound that burns even if a light breeze breathes at them... (You notice them on the side of the index and middle fingers.... right?) (click the picture for a larger view). So annoying! I guess little things hurt a lot. (and I mean that in the literal and the symbolical way).
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Herores: Back on Track (we'll see for how long)
Well, as you may have seen, last Tuesday I posted a very demeaning post about the new NBC show: Heroes. Yes, I said it was dull, insipid, slow and faltering... (if you haven't read the post, click HERE).
And I still stand by those very strong words, because last week's episode was totally stupid. Now, today, was a completely diametrical experience. Very nice point-counterpoint story structure, well made, and concise: they took only three characters and made CLIMAXES for them. Oh, my gosh! I NEEDED these baaaad.
Did you notice the difference? I mean, I even felt it, I got goosebumps, I screamed with joy. Why the hell didn't they do this on the stupidly retarded previous episode? Gosh. Did you notice the suspence? I'm so excited that I can't contain it. I'll make a list:
GREAT MOMENTS on Nov. 13th's episode of HEROES
1. Best character introduction since HIRO's, the girl at the Texas diner: she was great, quirky and charming, and Hiro was with her, you couldn't possibly go wrong with him (except on the previous episode).
2. Heartfelt conversation between the guy who hears people's thoughts (I forget his name) and Ted (the radioactive/firey guy), and did you feel the tension in that? He was going to boil the water and make everything explode... We neeeeeded THAT tension. IIII needed that tension...
3. Mohinder dreams of a creepy boy, whom of which we know nothing of, nor if he is real or imaginary (for Mohinder and his father (or maybe I lost that part because I took too long in the bathroom)), but did you notice the mystery?!!! Mystery! I can't believe we have mystery now.
4. Creepy guy with the watch... everybody says it recalls things from "the cigarette smoking man" from the X-files, I think it is a cliché put to good use then... Mystery #2.
5. What is Eden's secret with the cheerleader's father? What is her power? I thought that was well developed, unlike Peter Petrelli's obsession with flying, which already tires... Mystery #3 & 4
6. Hiro's vanishing into the past. Awesome. And then, counting until five and he doesn't come back! My gosh!
STUPID MOMENTS in this episode
1. The conversation between Mohinder and that hindu girl: "We didn't say hello", she says. "Hello [whatever the fuck your name was]", Mohinder says. "Hello, Mohinder". I was like: it can't get any cornier.
2. I don't think there was a second stupid moment.
HOOK's for the next episode (there are so many)
1. Scroll up and, find mystery number 1, 2, 3 and 4.
2. What did Adrian (Adrian's his name?) paint?!
3. Will the cop leave his cheating wife? Or will he forgive her?
4. Are these "heroes" made? Because they have marks on their bodies... hmm
5. What the fuck happened to Hiro?! Will he save the promising character of the waitress? (I hope he does [I hope the writers do!]).
Wasn't that the best ending? The imminence of the cheerleader's peril... Ted's prison break with a blast... The cop's love triangle... Mohinder's stupidity redeemed (that was my thought, sorry)... and Hiro's friend waiting in despair for him... There was some poetry there too... I can't believe they made it up to me (us!). But... for how long?
The best thing, though, is this:
I said to myself: why doesn't Hiro go back in time to rescue the girl? He can certainly do it. And then he says: "I should go back in time and save her", and I'm like, yes!, but then I also go: he's just too afraid to use his power, or he doesn't know how to use them right; and then Hiro says: "If I am too afraid to use my powers, then I don't deserve them", and I was like: he's reading my mind tooo!!!
I can't wait for next Monday. We'll see what happens!
And I still stand by those very strong words, because last week's episode was totally stupid. Now, today, was a completely diametrical experience. Very nice point-counterpoint story structure, well made, and concise: they took only three characters and made CLIMAXES for them. Oh, my gosh! I NEEDED these baaaad.
Did you notice the difference? I mean, I even felt it, I got goosebumps, I screamed with joy. Why the hell didn't they do this on the stupidly retarded previous episode? Gosh. Did you notice the suspence? I'm so excited that I can't contain it. I'll make a list:
GREAT MOMENTS on Nov. 13th's episode of HEROES
1. Best character introduction since HIRO's, the girl at the Texas diner: she was great, quirky and charming, and Hiro was with her, you couldn't possibly go wrong with him (except on the previous episode).
2. Heartfelt conversation between the guy who hears people's thoughts (I forget his name) and Ted (the radioactive/firey guy), and did you feel the tension in that? He was going to boil the water and make everything explode... We neeeeeded THAT tension. IIII needed that tension...
3. Mohinder dreams of a creepy boy, whom of which we know nothing of, nor if he is real or imaginary (for Mohinder and his father (or maybe I lost that part because I took too long in the bathroom)), but did you notice the mystery?!!! Mystery! I can't believe we have mystery now.
4. Creepy guy with the watch... everybody says it recalls things from "the cigarette smoking man" from the X-files, I think it is a cliché put to good use then... Mystery #2.
5. What is Eden's secret with the cheerleader's father? What is her power? I thought that was well developed, unlike Peter Petrelli's obsession with flying, which already tires... Mystery #3 & 4
6. Hiro's vanishing into the past. Awesome. And then, counting until five and he doesn't come back! My gosh!
STUPID MOMENTS in this episode
1. The conversation between Mohinder and that hindu girl: "We didn't say hello", she says. "Hello [whatever the fuck your name was]", Mohinder says. "Hello, Mohinder". I was like: it can't get any cornier.
2. I don't think there was a second stupid moment.
HOOK's for the next episode (there are so many)
1. Scroll up and, find mystery number 1, 2, 3 and 4.
2. What did Adrian (Adrian's his name?) paint?!
3. Will the cop leave his cheating wife? Or will he forgive her?
4. Are these "heroes" made? Because they have marks on their bodies... hmm
5. What the fuck happened to Hiro?! Will he save the promising character of the waitress? (I hope he does [I hope the writers do!]).
Wasn't that the best ending? The imminence of the cheerleader's peril... Ted's prison break with a blast... The cop's love triangle... Mohinder's stupidity redeemed (that was my thought, sorry)... and Hiro's friend waiting in despair for him... There was some poetry there too... I can't believe they made it up to me (us!). But... for how long?
The best thing, though, is this:
I said to myself: why doesn't Hiro go back in time to rescue the girl? He can certainly do it. And then he says: "I should go back in time and save her", and I'm like, yes!, but then I also go: he's just too afraid to use his power, or he doesn't know how to use them right; and then Hiro says: "If I am too afraid to use my powers, then I don't deserve them", and I was like: he's reading my mind tooo!!!
I can't wait for next Monday. We'll see what happens!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Dinero
No sé si sabían que ando haciendo maestría en creación literaria... pues ahora lo saben. Y pues, este es un ejercicio de diálogo, cuyo resultado me gustó. El propósito del ejercicio no lo logré (del todo), pero el cuento está chévere... (al menos eso creo).
Dinero
por: Joel
©
-¿Me puedes prestar unos chavos?
-Sí, claro. ¿Cuánto?
-Eeh... -lo pensaste, antes de decir la cantidad completa- Tres...cientos...
-¡Trescientos pesos! ¿Estás loco?
-Pero no es tanto...
-Estás loco, mano. ¿De dónde voy a sacar trescientos pesos?
-¿No tienes ningún ahorro?
-¡Ja! La verdad que eres cojonú. Si los tuviera no te los prestaba. ¿Tú sabes lo que son trescientos pesos?
-Sí -dijiste, preguntándote qué hubiese dicho si le decías la cantidad correcta.
-Bueno, ¿y para qué quieres tantos chavos así de momento?
-Es que tengo que pagar... el celular.
-¿Trescientos pesos de celular? ¿Pero y cuánto tu hablas?
-Un montón.
-Estás cabrón. Estás cabrón.
-Sí -dijiste, y se te escapó entre los dientes-: voy a tener que pedir un préstamo...
-¿Un préstamo? -te escuchó-. ¿Para pagar un celular? Mano, córtalo por un mes, y págalo poco a poco. ¿Un préstamo pa un mísero celular? Es más, toma -te dio veinte dólares-. Empieza con esto hoy. Pero tienen vuelta. Oíste.
-Sí.
-Pero dale, acábate de ir.
-Ya voy, ya mismo. Tengo que comer algo, que tengo un hambre.
-Oye, ¿tú no estás en algo mafioso o algo así, verdad? -dijo él sonriendo.
-No, no, no. ¿Yo? ¿Con lo pendejo que soy? ¿Cómo va a ser?
-Na. Es que parece que le debes chavos a la mafia o algo así.
-Ahora el que está loco eres tú. Las cosas que tu piensas...
-Bueno, uno nunca sabe. Mira los terroristas esos, un día son buenos y al otro se tiran con to y bomba.
-Jum.
-Oye, ¿te acuerdas de Samaida?
-La que estaba bien buena en el party, sí.
-Pues esta noche le voy a dar bien duro.
-Ok.
-Primero la voy ya llevar a comer y después no se sabe. Así que no puedes estar aquí cuando vuelva.
-Ok.
-Bueno, pues me voy a bañar, porque como tú estás hablando tanto...
-Oook.
-Ok, ok, ok, tan cabrón...
-Mañana me dices cómo te fue.
-Sí, sí -y se metió al baño.
-¡Oye!
-¿Qué? -contestó, su voz se escuchaba con eco.
-¿Tienes el teléfono de Robert?
-En el celular. Búscalo. Le a vas a pedir chavos a él también, ah.
-Sí.
-Buena suerte... Ese está más pelao que tú y que yo juntos
Dinero
por: Joel
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-¿Me puedes prestar unos chavos?
-Sí, claro. ¿Cuánto?
-Eeh... -lo pensaste, antes de decir la cantidad completa- Tres...cientos...
-¡Trescientos pesos! ¿Estás loco?
-Pero no es tanto...
-Estás loco, mano. ¿De dónde voy a sacar trescientos pesos?
-¿No tienes ningún ahorro?
-¡Ja! La verdad que eres cojonú. Si los tuviera no te los prestaba. ¿Tú sabes lo que son trescientos pesos?
-Sí -dijiste, preguntándote qué hubiese dicho si le decías la cantidad correcta.
-Bueno, ¿y para qué quieres tantos chavos así de momento?
-Es que tengo que pagar... el celular.
-¿Trescientos pesos de celular? ¿Pero y cuánto tu hablas?
-Un montón.
-Estás cabrón. Estás cabrón.
-Sí -dijiste, y se te escapó entre los dientes-: voy a tener que pedir un préstamo...
-¿Un préstamo? -te escuchó-. ¿Para pagar un celular? Mano, córtalo por un mes, y págalo poco a poco. ¿Un préstamo pa un mísero celular? Es más, toma -te dio veinte dólares-. Empieza con esto hoy. Pero tienen vuelta. Oíste.
-Sí.
-Pero dale, acábate de ir.
-Ya voy, ya mismo. Tengo que comer algo, que tengo un hambre.
-Oye, ¿tú no estás en algo mafioso o algo así, verdad? -dijo él sonriendo.
-No, no, no. ¿Yo? ¿Con lo pendejo que soy? ¿Cómo va a ser?
-Na. Es que parece que le debes chavos a la mafia o algo así.
-Ahora el que está loco eres tú. Las cosas que tu piensas...
-Bueno, uno nunca sabe. Mira los terroristas esos, un día son buenos y al otro se tiran con to y bomba.
-Jum.
-Oye, ¿te acuerdas de Samaida?
-La que estaba bien buena en el party, sí.
-Pues esta noche le voy a dar bien duro.
-Ok.
-Primero la voy ya llevar a comer y después no se sabe. Así que no puedes estar aquí cuando vuelva.
-Ok.
-Bueno, pues me voy a bañar, porque como tú estás hablando tanto...
-Oook.
-Ok, ok, ok, tan cabrón...
-Mañana me dices cómo te fue.
-Sí, sí -y se metió al baño.
-¡Oye!
-¿Qué? -contestó, su voz se escuchaba con eco.
-¿Tienes el teléfono de Robert?
-En el celular. Búscalo. Le a vas a pedir chavos a él también, ah.
-Sí.
-Buena suerte... Ese está más pelao que tú y que yo juntos
Friday, November 10, 2006
What happens when people are angry
Please look at this picture carefully. (It is Ok if it doesn't make much sense).
OK. What's wrong with this picture? Can you tell?
So, I was playing RollerCoaster Tycoon one day (this was waaaay back when I didn't have a job) (although I still play sometimes) and I was building a rollercoaster on the other side of this park. And when I finished, look what I found! A dotted line of vomit, destruction and madness!!! People were angry in that corner of the park. Very. Very angry. Not to mention nauseous, because, if one person sees vomit he/she will vomit right next to the first puddle, and ever more so if that first vomit is right on the exit of a rollercoaster (as you can see the white one there, called "El Condor") (no, the game's not in Spanish, it's just that one coaster). Also notice all the broken benches, these people have some muscle in their tiny, little arms, you know, because some of these are concrete (cement) benches, not wood or plastic (well, the ones in the middle are wood, the ones right in front of the chicken shop are concrete)... but the thing is that the little motherfuckers still break them. They were super angry about the whole puked-on surroundings. But that's not all, look for the litter and trash, the purple spots are chicken nugget boxes, the white elongated spots are either soda cups or cans... Well, the people also trashed the trash cans (redundancy there), so they didn't have anywhere to throw away their filth, so they just let it all go on the paths... the pig bastards.
So, Joel, why is this park so deserted?, you may ask. Well, there's a reason, of course. And no, the people didn't leave the park, they are just invisible for the purpose of this picture, I made them disappear for a while. They made ME angry because they are not tolerant. And, above all, they are very whiney. They whine about the filth, they whine about the litter, they whine because their hungry, they whine because something is too expensive, they whine because they need to take a dump, or a piss, they whine because it rains... ugh, they should all just go home (wait, no, they need to stay and spend spend spend their money in my park). So, I made them disappear so that I could bring some custodian force to clean up these messes. Yes, I knew you were asking where was the sanitary management... well, they were missing in action, I had THREE in that area, and they were nowhere to be found. One was stuck somewhere, and couldn't get out (I gave him a pardon). The other one was happily enjoying the ammenities of the park at the other corner (he got fired on the spot, I shall add...). And the third, I don't know, I don't remember, probably he was beaten up by the ubersuperangry mob and left for dead at some corner, because I couldn't even find him...
Morals
1. Don't leave people alone for too long, they are bound to betray you as soon as they can.
2. Ubersuperduperangry people are dangerous, stay away from them.
3. Do not trust the sanitary workers, they're dirty too.
4. Do some weights in order to be fit enough to break concrete benches with your elbow.
PS.
If you know anything about this game, also notice the date on the lower right corner:
June, Year 31!!!!! Thirty one! (good thing I accomplished the goal of that scenario). (Gosh).
Temperature: 84 degrees Farenheit. Pretty warm.
Weather: Sunny -> Parcially sunny (whatever the shit...)
PS2.
AAAND then look at the lower left corner, how many guests?
Five thousand seven hundred and twenty five!!!! 5725
Oh, yeah, I rock... (although my computer was scared, she said they were heavy).
what a trip i've gone off to...
That's all.
OK. What's wrong with this picture? Can you tell?
So, I was playing RollerCoaster Tycoon one day (this was waaaay back when I didn't have a job) (although I still play sometimes) and I was building a rollercoaster on the other side of this park. And when I finished, look what I found! A dotted line of vomit, destruction and madness!!! People were angry in that corner of the park. Very. Very angry. Not to mention nauseous, because, if one person sees vomit he/she will vomit right next to the first puddle, and ever more so if that first vomit is right on the exit of a rollercoaster (as you can see the white one there, called "El Condor") (no, the game's not in Spanish, it's just that one coaster). Also notice all the broken benches, these people have some muscle in their tiny, little arms, you know, because some of these are concrete (cement) benches, not wood or plastic (well, the ones in the middle are wood, the ones right in front of the chicken shop are concrete)... but the thing is that the little motherfuckers still break them. They were super angry about the whole puked-on surroundings. But that's not all, look for the litter and trash, the purple spots are chicken nugget boxes, the white elongated spots are either soda cups or cans... Well, the people also trashed the trash cans (redundancy there), so they didn't have anywhere to throw away their filth, so they just let it all go on the paths... the pig bastards.
So, Joel, why is this park so deserted?, you may ask. Well, there's a reason, of course. And no, the people didn't leave the park, they are just invisible for the purpose of this picture, I made them disappear for a while. They made ME angry because they are not tolerant. And, above all, they are very whiney. They whine about the filth, they whine about the litter, they whine because their hungry, they whine because something is too expensive, they whine because they need to take a dump, or a piss, they whine because it rains... ugh, they should all just go home (wait, no, they need to stay and spend spend spend their money in my park). So, I made them disappear so that I could bring some custodian force to clean up these messes. Yes, I knew you were asking where was the sanitary management... well, they were missing in action, I had THREE in that area, and they were nowhere to be found. One was stuck somewhere, and couldn't get out (I gave him a pardon). The other one was happily enjoying the ammenities of the park at the other corner (he got fired on the spot, I shall add...). And the third, I don't know, I don't remember, probably he was beaten up by the ubersuperangry mob and left for dead at some corner, because I couldn't even find him...
Morals
1. Don't leave people alone for too long, they are bound to betray you as soon as they can.
2. Ubersuperduperangry people are dangerous, stay away from them.
3. Do not trust the sanitary workers, they're dirty too.
4. Do some weights in order to be fit enough to break concrete benches with your elbow.
PS.
If you know anything about this game, also notice the date on the lower right corner:
June, Year 31!!!!! Thirty one! (good thing I accomplished the goal of that scenario). (Gosh).
Temperature: 84 degrees Farenheit. Pretty warm.
Weather: Sunny -> Parcially sunny (whatever the shit...)
PS2.
AAAND then look at the lower left corner, how many guests?
Five thousand seven hundred and twenty five!!!! 5725
Oh, yeah, I rock... (although my computer was scared, she said they were heavy).
what a trip i've gone off to...
That's all.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
What a piece of music can do
Here is an example of what a piece of music can do for a war game... It completely changes the meaning of what is said. How humanistic would a guy with a big gun be? Or did they choose the song just because the world in the game is mad? (title of the song is: "Mad World", just in case). But, don't get me wrong, I love the commercial, I think is very poetical (because of the song) and the images with the mechanic spider are awesome, (I think I am going to plagiarize it somehow). The game tho, its not my kind of game. I like Rollercoaster Tycoon; Mario Kart; Zelda; Soulcalibur; Pikmin; DDR; and the most violent is Starcraft (I love the blood and destruction in Starcraft, so, that redeems me) (probably) (I guess). Ok. Bye.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
HEROES, most promising show on TV, but....
Anyone watches the NBC series: HEROES? (I know la Iguana Lola does).
Well, I hate to say that some of its episodes are dull and insipid. Gosh! Tonight's episode was interesting, but for some reason I feel the story is slow, and faltering... The writers are not having enough fun with the series. There is almost no tension. Everything is presented, and the characters are taking too long to be portraid/portrayed. On tonight's episode, another character was introduced: Ted, (he burns things), and we discovered the powers of the kid, Micah (because we knew he had to have powers, a mother with powers, and a father with powers... hence a son with powers). But besides that, it was dull.
The scene with the cheerleader and her brother, was worthless, (surely it will be used later). The scene of the burning car in the middle of the dessert... was stupid. I don't know. I really want to keep watching the show, but they are testing me, with these non-stop first acts of drama. I need a second act, and a climax, please!
And I thought the series was already on its gears last week. I was wrong.
I hope they make it up to me.
I'm leaving, I have homework.
Well, I hate to say that some of its episodes are dull and insipid. Gosh! Tonight's episode was interesting, but for some reason I feel the story is slow, and faltering... The writers are not having enough fun with the series. There is almost no tension. Everything is presented, and the characters are taking too long to be portraid/portrayed. On tonight's episode, another character was introduced: Ted, (he burns things), and we discovered the powers of the kid, Micah (because we knew he had to have powers, a mother with powers, and a father with powers... hence a son with powers). But besides that, it was dull.
The scene with the cheerleader and her brother, was worthless, (surely it will be used later). The scene of the burning car in the middle of the dessert... was stupid. I don't know. I really want to keep watching the show, but they are testing me, with these non-stop first acts of drama. I need a second act, and a climax, please!
And I thought the series was already on its gears last week. I was wrong.
I hope they make it up to me.
I'm leaving, I have homework.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Family Guy
Last night's episode of Family Guy (on AdultSwim) made me cry with laughter, especially this part:
(Stewie's been all over Lois, saying: I love you mami) (now watch):
(Stewie's been all over Lois, saying: I love you mami) (now watch):
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Películas Raras
(esto es para C, que le gustan las peliculas diferentes)
Andaba mirando trailers de películas por ahí (apple.com/trailers) (no les digo cortos porque cortos son otras cosas para mí) y encontré unas cuantas que valen la pena... pérate, "valen la pena" no es el calificativo correcto, sino que HAY que verlas...
1. The Fountain, (simplemente una fantasía que se ve chula)
2. Sketches of Frank Ghery, (documental sobre el famoso arquitecto, cuyos edificios son verdaderamente espectaculares) (de quien posteé hace tiempo aquí)
3. The Perfume, (tengo que aceptar que el trailer americano está mejor que el europeo, pero no me acuerdo del europeo muy así que eso como que no cuenta mucho).
4. Children of Men, (sobre la sociedad cuyas mujeres ya no quedan embarazadas).
5. Stranger than Fiction, (solamente tienen que ver para quedar pegaos)
yyyyyy
6. El Laberinto del Fauno / Pan's Labirinth (cuando vi el trailer me quedé estupefacto de lo increíble que se ve, sin palabras; pero la cosa no termina ahí, es una película de fantasía en ¡español! Personalmente me gustó más el trailer en inglés, porque enseña lo bonito, el que es en español es más como de terror... juzguen y vean):
Español
Inglés
Bueno, cruzo los dedos porque estas películas se lleguen a ver aquí. Por lo menos las últimas cuatro que aún no están en la lista de Caribbean Cinemas.
Andaba mirando trailers de películas por ahí (apple.com/trailers) (no les digo cortos porque cortos son otras cosas para mí) y encontré unas cuantas que valen la pena... pérate, "valen la pena" no es el calificativo correcto, sino que HAY que verlas...
1. The Fountain, (simplemente una fantasía que se ve chula)
2. Sketches of Frank Ghery, (documental sobre el famoso arquitecto, cuyos edificios son verdaderamente espectaculares) (de quien posteé hace tiempo aquí)
3. The Perfume, (tengo que aceptar que el trailer americano está mejor que el europeo, pero no me acuerdo del europeo muy así que eso como que no cuenta mucho).
4. Children of Men, (sobre la sociedad cuyas mujeres ya no quedan embarazadas).
5. Stranger than Fiction, (solamente tienen que ver para quedar pegaos)
yyyyyy
6. El Laberinto del Fauno / Pan's Labirinth (cuando vi el trailer me quedé estupefacto de lo increíble que se ve, sin palabras; pero la cosa no termina ahí, es una película de fantasía en ¡español! Personalmente me gustó más el trailer en inglés, porque enseña lo bonito, el que es en español es más como de terror... juzguen y vean):
Español
Inglés
Bueno, cruzo los dedos porque estas películas se lleguen a ver aquí. Por lo menos las últimas cuatro que aún no están en la lista de Caribbean Cinemas.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Post-Halloween Horrifying True Story
Since I refused to post anything on Halloween night, I will post something that may or may not fit in a Halloweenish way.
This is called:
The Killer Eyebrows
My left eye has been, lately, the target of continous attacks by my eyebrows. Almost every other night something falls into my eyes. Suddenlly I feel something itching in there, something foreign, and most of all, with an edge, that prickles my eyeball and makes the eye tear up, and fog up. So, I go to the mirror, and with a flash light I closely examine my wet eye. And there it is, as if it were a black slash, the guilty eyebrow. Many methods are employed to get it out.
First: I call someone to blow me (no sexual pun intended), to blow on my eye.
Second: If that doesnt work, I pour water.
Third: If that doesnt work, then I personally put my fingers in there to extract the little hair. It is a dangerous task, I could loose my eye, but I must, because who can live with something in their eyes? Seriously?
But what is curious is that it is only my left eye... Then I wonder, is the right eye paying the eyebrows for the destruction of the left? Was there a love affair between right and left, and now the right has some grudge on the left? Who knows... Possibly this mystery will go on into the vaults of oblivion.
This is called:
The Killer Eyebrows
My left eye has been, lately, the target of continous attacks by my eyebrows. Almost every other night something falls into my eyes. Suddenlly I feel something itching in there, something foreign, and most of all, with an edge, that prickles my eyeball and makes the eye tear up, and fog up. So, I go to the mirror, and with a flash light I closely examine my wet eye. And there it is, as if it were a black slash, the guilty eyebrow. Many methods are employed to get it out.
First: I call someone to blow me (no sexual pun intended), to blow on my eye.
Second: If that doesnt work, I pour water.
Third: If that doesnt work, then I personally put my fingers in there to extract the little hair. It is a dangerous task, I could loose my eye, but I must, because who can live with something in their eyes? Seriously?
But what is curious is that it is only my left eye... Then I wonder, is the right eye paying the eyebrows for the destruction of the left? Was there a love affair between right and left, and now the right has some grudge on the left? Who knows... Possibly this mystery will go on into the vaults of oblivion.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
November
Halloween is already gone. 2006 is almost gone too. But we still have November to enjoy. So many days off. Turkey. Gatherings. Birth. Memories. November has that regal and solemn sound to it. Like a good poem. November. Favorite month of the year. Best month of the year.
I'm sleepy. Leave me alone. (I've been reading aaalllll day)... estoy fundío.
Although, November rules!
I'm sleepy. Leave me alone. (I've been reading aaalllll day)... estoy fundío.
Although, November rules!
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