busy full moon / little simpsons bites

these days at the office
uuufff! busy busy
stress
& a full moon going on...!

but at least i came home in time to the double feature of
The Simpsons
2 episodes in a row!

here, i recorded a bit
hoping you chuckle too ;)

one of my favorite entrances:
the bird nest...



and then...
the obsessive compulsive cowboy, what a character!



"I am obsessive compulsive!
hiya! 1, 2, 3, 4...
hiya! 1, 2, 3, 4..."
hilarious!
and bit more of it...
"that's where we left of.."


now, a little more relaxed
after a good Homer laugh...
1,2,3,4! :)

el cairel

as life goes on
i learn to accept some parts of myself
i didn't like before
sometimes, when i feel not very "perfect"
on the vanity department
i remember i am thankful for being a complete being
for having all my body parts
some looking better some showing the age
& the law of gravity being strictly obeyed...

and this curl on the back of my head
i have seen it since i was age 5 or as long
as i can remember
in my days of ironing my hair to make it straight
(yeah i was a fashion victim once)
i used to hate the curl on those days
my hair was straight, sleek! but if i pull it up
the damn curl was there...
as to scream to the world:
"this woman, has NO straight hair,
she's just a fake!..."
now these days i could care less for doing much to my hair
i appreciate its wildness and rebel impositions
and i mostly tie it up on a ponny tail
I've fight the curl with gels, and other pasty remedies
but invariably, after a couple of hours...
or sometimes minutes,
of either heat, or sweat, or cold, or anyway
the damn curls comes back again

tonight, i finally came to peace with it
when i saw my own reflection at the gym
among many mirrors i barely recognize myself!
some women were wearing the same generic gray as me
but among all the mirrors i saw my curl
and i recognize myself
oh i like it so much now
probably, now... it will fade
such is life, such is faith...

50

cincuenta días
fünfzig Tage
fifty days

with their respective
50 nights...

lomo me (2)

playing with http://www.dumpr.net/
heh heh
& some wine...
ah & photoshop channels, too...

naturally sepia...

oh! i finally got some film developed back
this picture...
not a great theme or anything like that
(although i love the mexican peaberry...)
but what i like about this picture
is the naturally sepia!
this is just my film camera nikon nikkormat EL
and a 200 iso film, cheap one, KODAK Kolor
and well, my dirty kitchen stand instead of a tripod
no photoshop here, just the scan of the film if anything

ah sepia! i like 'cause tastes to my eyes like Café
or a good blessed cup of tea

to grow or not to grow, & rose garden

that is the question!
such a flowery shakespearian dilemma!
that i have to face this cloudy morning



my film camera here
still working...

and to top this flowery day
a song that I grew up to!
my mother used to listen to this song endlessly!
in the early 70's
so I know ALL the lyrics...
a great classic country 70's songs by Miss Lynn Anderson

this song and many others
have been central theme of the DJs list
I get via e-mail...

so... I beg your pardon
but here are the video & the lyrics
be a good cowboy to this cute & skinny lovely lady
and sing along w/her & her retro friends...



I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.
When you take, you gotta give, so live and let live,
Or let go.
I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could promise you things like big diamond rings,
But you don't find roses growin' on stalks of clover.
So you better think it over.
Well, if sweet-talkin' you could make it come true,
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter,
But what would it matter?
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.

Instrumental break.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could sing you a tune or promise you the moon,
But if that's what it takes to hold you,
I'd just as soon let you go, but there's one thing I want you to know.
You better look before you leap, still waters run deep,
And there won't always be someone there to pull you out,
And you know what I'm talkin' about.
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.

the quote of the day

"The days of the digital watch are numbered."

- Tom Stoppard
British dramatist & screenwriter,
Author of Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead
read the play! or watch the film

must-watch films (part 1): Darren Aronofsky

oh this blog!...
trying to do something useful out of it
i can classify some of my favorite films!
if you happen to read this...
please consider these films on your list!
i will try to post now & then more about films
that i think are good films

for a start:
2 films from young director Darren Aronofsky

π or Pi- Faith in Chaos

a claustrophobic-as-a-migraine but very brilliant noir film
a superb brainiac thriller! please don't miss it

the photography is black & white, high contrast and a bit noisy
the music, a great IDM (intelligent dance music) soundtrack!

& the damn headaches! that i so much relate
and Sean Gullette's acting

π trailer
"Mathematics is the language of nature..."
"There will be no order, only chaos..."


-------------------

and the second film by Aronofsky
Requiem for a Dream
(a great link here with a very tricky well-done official web-site)

after watching the film, I couldn't stop thinking,
and sulking, and being depressed for a couple of hours...
still, this is one of the best films I have ever seen on human addictions

it is heart-breaking because it is truthful
a very well-done film with great actors
beautiful Jennifer Connelly
and over all you must watch because of
Ellen Burstyn acting!
she won an Oscar as leading actress
for this film!!!

Requiem for a Dream trailer



another Requiem for a Dream trailer [worth watching!]


I relate this film with Trainspotting because of the thematic
and Trainspotting was a great film too, very shocking, sarcastic...
yet... Requiem for a Dream, I feel goes even deeper
the sarcasm becomes irony
the intensity of how easy a dream could be broken
excellent photography and cinematography
great soundtrack too
another must-watch film! strong, excellent!

Google's SketchUp

3D for Everyone?
seems to be a cool Google Application
check it out

http://www.sketchup.com/



Google Earth is still one of my favorites app's

http://earth.google.com/

creepy!

i found this rather weird looking package
outside my window this evening

i have no idea since when it has been there
i moved it to the trash can
it was heavy and felt like it was full of sand

very strange & creepy
i am a little worried
since my window goes to an alley
that people can access



funny, but i grew up reading
detective stories
sherlock holmes was one of my heroes
when i was 14
and i like the dark mystery novels
but this package thing
when it happens outside my own window
doesn't feel as glamorous
as the crimes on literature

i will check the trash can tomorrow
to see if it's still there
and well, not sure what else to do

creepy! and a bit of insomnia
it brings me indeed

3 minutes of every night tea

i am sure there are much more interesting ways
to spend 3 minutes online
but if you want to share with me
a very simple kitchen moment
please look at my 3 minutes of nothingness

just some tea
a candle
another late night
the coffee beans
& 3 minutes less of your life
3 minutes that you immerse in mine

the ancestors of bloggers

cartoon quote:
"Bloggers were invented ca. 300 AD, and were originally called "monks". Like their distant descendents, monks had shitty haircuts and never got laid."



from one of my favorite online collections of comics
"married to the sea"
check their site for more of their quirky cartoons
there's a new one daily...

this morning

this morning...
I thought I saw the fairy (Elf) of happiness
Trying to hide on my back yard

But when I got closer…
Trying to catch him
it evaporated from my hands

& i realized
it was just the aroma of clean clothes...
Tied up with a string of sunshine

Le Mystère Picasso

tonight i found on Turner Classic Movies
and as a tribute to 60 years of Cannes Film Festival
(ah! wish i was there...!)

this piece of film
the name is Le Mystère Picasso
a film from 1956
with Picasso painting on the canvas for the camera

rumors say that Picasso and
the director of the film Henri-Georges Clouzot
destroyed the pieces of art after the film was done
in sort of a ritual to make a piece of art of the film itself
yet... other rumors say that the pieces still exist
as part of private collections...

the recording is not very good, sorry!
you can at least enjoy the flamenco singing
& guitar!
& you can barely follow the steps of Picasso
painting...
although he's not my favorite painter
this piece on the bullfighter
is amazing to see how he starts
and how his mind and techniques behave
a genius indeed!
the bull how it morphs from picasso traces
to picasso's cubism eye, incredible process

hope this don't disappear soon from my youtube acc
anyhow hurry up to watch now!...
& hold your breath till the end
for a spanish whisper: "... muy bien."



& finale!



oh & is it day 59 or 58 to go? ah!

writing the unintelligent way

the movie, twosome, as dual duality dual
all day all days
music beat tap, freeway noise the back
back louder than front
complexity in numbers
we humans create
we all have to calculate

a radio station and a freeway
those are numbers anyway
the non-traceable human soul
numbers again
bodies without a backwash or a simple mathematical outline
88.3 jazz station raison d'être, the redemption
163 the freeway, taking you closer to frustration

can’t stand up from this chair
a motionless body
out of madness and hope
sky-scraping soul one minute
stumpy the next
them tint all with a color of perplexity
oomph then sulk then up and down again & again

communion of the downfall with a smile of cooperativeness
perplex of its own thing
the movie of this morning 7.30 am then
“the more you drive, the less intelligent you are”
-was it radiohead’s or repo-man?

a smile and a grrrr just because…
also while thinking of not writing felt so bad
what would i do without writing?
Even if it is this non-understandable ravage
nobody would these things or movies or nothing understand
so thankful i found the friends to at least try…

----

last night, i left my wallet
at a grocery store
at the parking lot in the shopping cart
got a phone call from the store
somebody returned it
all was intact inside
my $3 in cash
and my 70 € my mom gave me
i was a lucky woman
and a thankful one
since there is still a lot of honest people
around
i hope you find them on your walking path
thankful this little note i write

this is my kitchen any day of the week at 8.25 am,
making breakfast, i don't eat this every day,
but this raspberry sauce I made this morning!
i wanted to remember it so i record it, it is good!
just raspberries with orange juice and a bit of lime juice,
a teaspoon of sugar and heat it up,
boiling for about 5 minutes, delicious!
then i put on top of a frozen waffle
(well i heat it first)
those blueberry waffles whole grain by Kashi are really good,
and all with a good glass of cold milk, ah!



I feel kitchens are the heart of some houses
Certainly of mine
It is
I like warm places
In that I am like a cat
But I am much more friendly
That most cats so
Am more like a dog
Who likes whole grains?
& raspberry sauces

the result

just another 60 :)

Back wrenched (draft to the 1st post)

Tonight I found this interesting (for me heh heh)
Draft on word
It was actually meant to be my very 1st post on this blog!
I didn’t finished, and the 1st post came different
But here what I found tonight:

Back wrenched first involuntarily, in forethought after and since recalling how good is a good stretch, especially in the middle of the day.

Stretching the skin slightly comes an itchy, a little, the dryness of skin that comes with age, a little the sun of this city while you are outside.

Wrenched yet still holding the strength to write.
Sun glisten outside, what remains with a jump inside this heart.

After a colander, the clouds up in the sky, let filter through little squares the lightening shines .

4 of a Sunday, remembering trains and stations at 12, still a girl back then, many years ago, now 36 and San Diego, is the place. Those of the memories of the trains are far behind, as far as Guadalajara, city back in Mexico, that country just aside of this one.

The train station was particularly illuminated that night, maybe since being a Saturday night; the lights were dressed with the glittering of the traditional going out at the middle of the weekend. Funny how according to a calendar (the Roman in this case, as western civilization has selected for us), we gather when we should all united have fun, the official days of going out, socializing rules, rules & pre-sets, optimized for each & every one. Saturday don’t mind if your hair looks nice or the skin hangs all over and out, you are supposed to go, then if not, a week of wearing a crawling brain situation all around, a week, of trying to comfort yourself on the fact that all will recovered the next time.

Anyway the station looked fine, and 12 year-old are picky!, at least I was one, perfectionist, the drip way, so I knew the art deco decoration of this station was fine, it came with the same hope that the 20’s implied, the young century the best one we had in a while, the feeling of renaissance of rebirth, after the big war inundated the world, we have been very down and not very high since the 15th one that this after war

Then it finished there
I don’t understand myself the 15th nor the war references
But oh well
Many times I re-read what I tried to write
And truly, makes not much sense
But in this case
I didn’t dislike all the parts!
The strange person back in March 07, 2006
That I was, I seem to be today
& that’s somehow nice (?)
or stable of me (?)
rather conformist (?) ha!
this was supposed to be a writing exercise
this blog, and it has been anything else but that
but it's fine! it has become more of a journal
than anything, but i still can on it
well, write (insert smile) & non-sense type
las fotillos, también, now & then
& march 07, 06
Is not that long ago
And the actual 1st post came like this
I didn’t re-read it myself
But I will, I had befor
One day I’ll re-read it again
I think…
But not tonight

http://bereweber.blogspot.com/2006_03_07_archive.html

61 :)

in 63 days

i have this lovely project
& the time period set for completion
is 63 days
& with a smile
i start today the countdown
just another 62 days...

& i remember tonight one of my favorite damien rice songs
cannonball
beautiful lyrics for a beautiful song
(like me, of dreams not yet lived
and of life about to happen...)



there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it’s still a little hard to say what's going on

there’s still a little bit of your ghost your weakness
there’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day
and I can´t see what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

there’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close that I can´t see what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon..
stones taught me to fly
and love taught me to cry
so come on courage
teach me to be shy
cause it's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna scare her
it's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna lose
it's not hard to grow
when you know that you just don't know

shampoo de flowers

foot-kissing or toe-sucking?

here a couple of wonderful sentences
that mister Julian Barnes wrote on his
short stories book The Lemon Table

he is talking:
19th Century people versus us!
the 21th Century generation
and
our perception of love and sex
and he says about...

"If we know more about consummation;
they knew more about desire.

If we know more about numbers;
they knew more about despair.

If we know more about boasting;
they knew more about memory.

They had foot-kissing;
we have toe-sucking.

You still prefer our side of the equation?
You may well be right.

Then try a simpler formulation;

if we know more about sex;
they knew more about love."

and i wonder?
in which side are you of the equation?
you can share here, or just think about it yourself

...& smile while you are at it

mi madre es una rock star!

today
May 10
is mother's day in Mexico

my mom just came back
to Autlán from New York
so I was able to talk to her
& congratulate her widely
-since my mouth's so wide ;)
she likes to travel!
and she's a great intelligent woman
&
she cannot read these words
because i don't think she knows about this blog
i hope not!
'cause otherwise, & if she read some of the posts
she might want to send me away to a mental institution
at least for a couple of days
or cut me off her inheritance heh heh
some things are better off the hands of your family

anyway
i am thankful to have such a wonderful & beautiful mother
here in this picture from April 2007
and wow!!! my mother became 60 this year
and she still looks great!
like a Rock-Star!

black & white, cementerio de Autlán, COBOL, BASIC, FORTRAN & some Pascal

y si!
started to play with this one
el cementerio de Autlán
i left the 23hq-version of this one in color
& almost intact

but couldn't resist to play it
in el photoshop too
& then in a second (1 sec)
it just made sense
this cut off-framing-whatever
& the whole CS screen

these days, i don't really care about software anymore
fuck Vista and all the new version of Mac OS X
with all its Tigers and Cheetas and Leopards
& collection of bad cat names

& but of course i respect Mac much more than fucking Windows
that after all is a freaking copy of the original Mac system
the real GUI 1st precursor was the lovely Apple Lisa :)

but, these days, fuck them all those fancy operating systems
and over-pre-fabricated software, every day things are more *specialized*
less native...

but... Photoshop, oh glorious photoshop
i remember my 1st attempts with computer graphics
where on a Commodore Amiga
don't miss that link
and oh wonderful, it became Macintosh
i remember we had a software called Deluxe Paint
but it was a 2D animation painter

I remember I drew a small yellow chicken
a tree, some grass, and a flower
then i made the chicken move from one place to another one
and eat from the grass
it was so much fun!
although it looked like a very bad cartoon

but also I remember way before that
when I 18, taking a 1 semester class
on basic programming languages
like Cobol, Pascal, and ha! even Fortran & BASIC
god! i am old
we worked on a *terminal* of the main computer
just a screen and a keyboard
the main brain was stored in a BIG air conditioned room
we looked at it from a glass window
you could almost hear it breath
your stupid algorithms
burping little binary 0's and 1's flying all around

and then i went through many versions of Macs
and of just few PC's, way less than Macs
and all their infinite lists of operating systems
always upgrading, always obeying
and through many software
graphic software, programming software,
the whole damn thing

& that's why today
on the purist/lazy search
i declare
that i just really need
MS-DOS on a PC
or something like this on a MAC



and as for software
i just need ANY version of photoshop
could be the very 1st one
here an amazing link of screenshots of the 1st version
I remember I started on version 2.something, but rather early
when text, as typed, was embedded on the image immediately
as to create another layer for it, etc
since the basic stuff as colors, brightness, darkness, etc.
haven't and won't ever change
those are principles of color and light

oh! a word processor would be nice too
click on this image, for a closer view
oh ah photoshop



disclaimer: NO!, i am not under the influence of anything!
except peppermint & chamomile tea, a bran cake with apple & cranberries
from the Zen Bakery, delicious & healthy
& some vegetarian dinner from here
the Caribbean pepperpot soup was delicious! exhilarating, I would say
makes you wanna photoshop strange images & write stupid stuff about old computers
i highly recommended it!!

black kitty

my neighbor`s black kitty
i don`t know her name
but she is coming more often to play

at the end of the alley there was another black kitty
they were staring at each other
then i came with my silly camera & interrupted

sun, hair, shades, lethargy, summer in the spring and rather long post

I started writing this on my head
On the way back from 7-eleven
Where I got a diet pepsi
This might be rather misleading
Since I don’t really drink much soda
And diet soda even less
And I usually don’t go to 7-eleven’s
Unless is for coffee
So was a little unusual

Anyway
It is Monday and it is really sunny outside
But inside I feel very dull
And rather bored
It is sunny, & all is very pretty
Perfect and nice
I have no issues in my life
Yet the boredom, oh woman, here I am

I left work and went swimming at the YMCA!
With this breaking-record heat in San Diego
Over the 80’s, and fire hazards all over the place
It felt like a perfect day for swimming
I am not a good swimmer at all
And I haven’t swam in so long

So what I feel as boredom
Might be that relaxed almost lethargic feeling
One get after a good swim!

It was quite nice out there
I was able to manage a couple of laps on the swimming pool
Just 5 and I was in the same lane with 2 older man
About 50 and 60, I took breaks in between half laps
They didn’t and they did 2 or 3 laps in the meantime I did 1
Rather embarrassing for my gender and age
But they didn’t seem to care, since they stop & chatted
Every other break, always smiling back

Anyway, here is very hot & blue open sky
The little heaven can be boring
Too much summer-feel-like sun can be dull in the spring
When over-used even beauty or heaven can be dull

Oh I haven’t washed dishes in 3 days
I haven’t use many either
Been fixing sandwiches and cappucinnos
& didn’t do laundry either
my place somehow still seems OK
another mystery of my domestic life!

I think I am tired (even if in a good way)
Both mentally & physically
And I mean in a good way
Just because I have worked a lot
And I did a lot of physical work too
So the lethargy seems natural now

The heat although
Those curatives rays of sun
That give you life and then drain it out of you again

Ah life in the heat, the summer-ville of life
Radical difference is the surrounding
What an even duller day this might’ve been in a big city
But in San Diego, dull & boring, as the evening comes close
Is just elder and relaxing
Ha! Yes I am old, and i like it!
And I feel like Herman Hesse in Baden Baden
Or like Miss Marple solving a mystery in a summery castle in England
Although today was her day off
I might end up in Florida at this pace
Rather be dark again…
can one be old & manage the secondary effects of a dark train of thought?
can one body & mind take it?

i rather swim and smile more
i live in California, after all... ironic!
& this killing drying but blessed sun i enjoy

More of summer-instead-spring sopor
(from dictionary.com
sopor –I think this is a code word why I include
the dictionary entry)
1.Pathology. a deep, unnatural sleep; lethargy.

just a teaspoon... & a guitar

i can't believe what guitarist Hannes Coetzee
from South Africa does,
with just a teaspoon & a guitar!
south african old folk music
don't miss this clip!
watching him close & how
he creates the 'tea-spoonful' melody
magic & glad i found this little movie
you-tube might have its issues
but it is still a great source for this kind of lost wonderful stuff

home-made cappuccino

& since i am already chronologizing
(one gotta chronologize the stupidity now & then)
here this photo of my Monday morning cappuccino!



I make these cappuccinos with the help
of my stove-top espresso machine here

1. i heat milk in a pot
2. before it starts boiling, i reduce the heat & blend while heating with old-fashioned hand blender, for about 1 minute
3. serve some milk & with a spoon some foam into a cup
4. slowly pour a shot (or more heh heh heh) of the espresso, wait until it separates in 2 layers...

oh! i didn't have a transparent mug before!
so i've been drinking these cappuccinos for a while
but didn't know how they look!

until i got this mug for $1.99
my cappuccinos got the double layer going on!
nice!
oh well &
5. sprinkle some grounded cinnamon on top, for the *starbucks* effect

mmm, can't wait to be tomorrow morning! to wake up myself to one of these

macetas May 1st

tonight, may 1st
out of the blue i got this weird nice energy
after the gym (this doesn't sound like me... gym?)
well, after the gym
about 7.20pm
i realized i wanted to go to home depot
one of my favorite stores!
i can get lost there for hours
ah, building materials, wood & carpentry stuff

but i went to the garden section this time...

i got 2 little plants w/flowers over the weekend
and i needed the "macetas" (containers, in spanish)
and some soil... the earth is made out of soil!
the natural *floor* of our beloved planet is soil!



yet... you have to pay $6.49 at home depot for 16 QT
i merrily paid, and got the 2 macetas too

came home and planted these 2 guys
my new friends!
hope they behave OK and that they like their new space

i think i have a case of full moon/flower fever?
& but it was a nice way to start this month