they are poetic, they are dark they are non-sense but make all the sense at the same time dunkel, beautiful, like a deep strange dream
here the dark, sehr sehr dunkel "Stille Nacht I: Dramolet"
[and to think it's just an old doll, some magnets and powdered metal...] and another little sample
if you come across their dark art do not miss them!
and thanks to mister atom for introducing me to the Quay brothers i have a DVD with The Brothers Quay Collection: Ten Astonishing Short Films 1984-1993 (1984) creatures to crawl into my mexican-californian mind and then not so sunny will be this Sunday
Frohe Ostern! Happy Easter! un buen Domingo de Pascua
if you notice i didn't say Feliz Pascua or Feliz Semana Santa in Spanish is not used to say "Happy" about these days, since it is more of a quiet Holiday the resurrection of Jesus Christ is today
but now this more pagan yet fun way to celebrate Easter with bunnies and eggs a lovely Rabbit made by my co-worker's 6 year-old daughter [check out the little tail, heh heh...]
and have a good Sunday no matter what or how you celebrate
Man spürt das Herannahen des Frühlings. You can sense the coming of Spring. El inicio de la Primavera.
[and this is how it looks... my little private Spring]
[portraits of the little flowers i planted last year blooming right in time for Spring, and my tired leg still with shoe after a long day at work and a light dinner, now gone... ]
and as for the in-3-different-languages vocables for this season, i stick to the one in Español
i think is the most-adequate sounding one for what this season represents
surely, and at least to my mexican ears Primavera, sound much accurate than Frühling or Spring
yet a matter of taste, of course i hope if you read here you submit your vote...
Kiyo hat heute Geburtstag today's is Kiyo's birthday Hoy es el cumpleaños de Kiyo
I found this old post from March 20 2007 it was March 19 when I got my fishy-friend Kiyo! so today is his 'official' 1st birthday!
if you see this old photo of him you can see he was smaller and of a lighter peach color and even a little 'transparent' he has grown at least 1/2 inch and his color has turned deep dark also his fins are longer
here as he looks lately
in just 1 year we have been through a lot together we survived his Popeye and fin rot infection
his has a newer and improved home these days he started with a 1 gallon tank with a natural plant and used to eat just pellets but now he lives in a 2 gallon tank with a heather, an artificial plant to keep away infections and his diet is way richer! he still eats pellets but also flakes brine shrimp and blood worms he really like the blood worms
and i am happy to have this lovely red friend for a whole year now! Betta fishes life span varies from 2 up to 5 years! being a regular span life 3 years
so i hope my friend Kiyo stays with me for a while still he's been a neat little companion... and!
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, herr Kiyo! Happy Birthday, mister Kiyo! ¡Feliz Cumpleaños, señor Kiyo!
March 17 was St. Patrick's Day half of the people at my office wore something green and we eat shamrock cookies this year i missed the soda bread and a cold Guinness beer but all the bars around my house, that happen to be Irish were full!
and it is also Nat "King" Cole birthday
on Sunday i saw The Blue Gardenia a thriller from 1953 with Anne Baxter and... one of the first appearances in the big screen of Nat King Cole singing the theme song
Jackson is my friend from die Deutschstunde! he told us last class about this event where he's the main organist and the 3 Bach pieces on an open-air venue at 2pm sound rather delightful!
last night found a red wine, that promises no headaches Red Well 2006, a Californian table red wine from Heartswork Winery since reads sulfites-free i don't believe any red wine can be sulfite free a 100% but at least less sulfatoide i guess it is i had a glass last night, and clear headed today the flavor is cheerful and very light bodied so it's easy to drink a little too much of it
oh strange days around here some things are really slow but time seems to be flowing so fast i feel like staring at the world from the sidewalk sometimes without jumping into the rushing traffic hour myself things on-hold, yet feelings and movement are not
'cause even if you are a 'darketo' a punk-electronic-rocketo, a country man, a jazzy fellow or a classic old chap...
we have to admit that he was the King! and i am not an Elvis fan but this song, ah! and... his ala king-of-rock life, death and legacy just cannot be denied
as i can't deny when i listen to it i silly-smile with gray sweater and messy bathroom
i am mostly a silly woman i smile a lot and i am simple-natured nothing sophisticated to see here... i am almost 40 years old and i am still lost on my own little world the same one that i had in my head when i was 12 years
i still get excited with Sherlock Holmes stories even if Saramago stole my innocence once
and yes, i have traveled, i have loved, i have lost, and i have won and those precious trophies are mostly smiles and hugs (the only important things to really care about, as i think...) i always arrive late and i am rather informal but apart from being always late i do not usually tell lies
yet, the core in my spirit is the same and for that simpleness of mind i guess i am thankful as a Steppenwolf song (The Pusher) said:
"You know I smoked a lot of grass and I've popped a lot of pills But I've never done nothing that my spirit couldn't kill"
and as everybody i have my bad and my good days i am temperamental and simple-minded at the same time i trust to death but then i grow suspicious of even a fly too close to my head
but then i have my fixes those precious cures that we all look for sometimes is a cold beer in the middle of the night while playing an old record
sometimes is the phone call to a loved one
and all these marvels i find and i find them around the corner too! on the smile of an unknown child or the salute of a warm face crossing the side walk with me at the same time or on more expected places as in art, literature, all that cult stuff but then pop-art, i do can cry to pop-ness as well as to profoundness, and sometimes these old songs...
and as suggested per moloko vellocet ah! a led zeppelin therapy and with tomorrow another cup of hot café the cure is reaching soon the head
and things seem to be setting into place
thank God for comments, friends, telephones, working-breaks, communications, food, smells, distant and close voices, música and yes! for mental break-downs... también!!
tired like my old shoes sleepy like my over-used pantuflas
now that the physical pain is gone seems that a strange indifference has taken over me and lately sophomoric dreams are one-sided and lonely
if you were to knock at my door one splendid night! oh lovely surprise it would be to mix my little home and your smiles
but, no surprises no furtive messages another long night alone again, boring...
yet i still wait for a coming morning even if nothing even if empty even if lonely
because in the mornings at least there's the aroma of coffee
i have survived 38 years with and without little disappointments not even sun rays are always there but one can make her own coffee that scares away this my self aromas of loneliness
meine Eieruhr (oder Sanduhr) - meine Küche my egg-timer (sand clock) - my kitchen reloj de arena - mi cocina
and an hour less or an hour more we cannot stop the pass of time here my little 3 minute sand-clock i use it for brewing teas and running eggs and every time it dances up-side down i know i have 3 minutes less or have gained 3 more...
but not all is lost, some is gained!
and since i have been eating very well i have gained some pounds!!
this morning's "light" breakfast mein "kleines" Frühstück mmm, latkes... those potato pancakes, eggs and wheat pancake plus sauces, not so light, i think... oh the coffee was great though Peet's Garuda Blend
last night's 3rd dinner a delicious Double Chocolate Stout an indulgent Bier beer cerveza
at the end all balances itself out what??!! noooo...
in 30 days i took 70 antibiotics pills separated in 2 sets of 1 week and then 10 days
and as mister Daniel Defoe's text points "this thing has very much affected me" but today i start to feel more like myself [wonder if that's a good thing, maybe i was better awfully quiet as i was... hmm, a thought for tonite]
and not sure why but when i am sick or in an introspective mood i always go back to read quirky old ghost stories and short tales of a remote past like this one The Apparition of Mrs. Veal short classic ghost story from a long time ago some old English words drove me to the dictionary for a double check
but a treat for those my dizzy days! good to be coming back to 'normal' and tonight i might even play more with pictures and sounds have a good weekend wherever you are
reading around blogs it seems to me that that in the 1st day of work of the week maybe because of the Monday's blues we all humans seem to think more about
for me i think the antibiotics had made it! they put me on lazy and very dizzy spell not really depressed but more tired and unmotivated, and slightly dizzy about to miss the equilibrium at each step just a general fragility of spirit, body and character and i cannot play with photos it makes me really sad! 'cause complex visual patterns make more dizzy and already have to deal with a screen at work 8 hrs a day
and one of the things that scared that feeling away has always been for me, to get lost on my photos or the many of wonderful photographers around the world wide web but... ah these days
i miss watching photos on 23 and playing with mine but little time and big headaches every time i try to see many images ah sigh...
already 2 weeks and no photos... sad but soon! this wednesday i am finally off this awful medication
and so much this feeling peruses around Mondays that Milan Kundera wrote a book about it... i read it many many years ago and i barely remember the plot maybe is time to re-read have always loved the implications of the title
strange european TV series indeed the series is 4 episodes, 2 on each DVD last weekend i watched episodes 1 and 2 and going for the 3rd one right now... there's a certain pleasure to watch ghost-stories during the hours day rather than dulling the day with its sun the mystery, the mystery itself filters into the little clouds up in the blue sunny sky a good thriller is one that makes you chill your skin at the plain sunlight
here the intro to the series that have a spooky sepia-ish cinematography and some angeled shots wonderfully dark visuals of mister director Lars Von Trier some scenes taste very David Lynch too
here the text in English of the introduction that talks of the origins and the land where nowadays stands an advanced and modern danish Hospital were strange things happens and the building itself starts to cry down its own structure...
The Kingdom Hospital rests on ancient marshland where the bleaching ponds once lay. Here the bleachers moistened their great spans of cloth. The steam evaporating from the wet cloth shrouded the place in permanent fog. Centuries later the hospital was built here. The bleachers gave way to doctors and researchers, the best brains in the nation and the most perfect technology. To crown their work they called the hospital The Kingdom. Now life was to be charted, and ignorance and superstition never to shake the bastions of science again. Perhaps their arrogance became too pronounced, and their persistent denial of the spiritual. For it is as if the cold and damp have returned. Tiny signs of fatigue are appearing in the solid, modern edifice. No living person knows it yet, but the gateway to the Kingdom is opening once again.
i haven't written in a while last week's days were filled with strange episodes
.monday an ear infection .tuesday a migraine kept me at home .the rest of the working week flew OK trying to rescue the 1st 2 lost days .ein Wortschatz quiz on Thursday .with a nice twist on Friday, dinner a friend from México City old ex-coworker from the Hard Rock Café
so, i haven't played with fotos i have barely replied e-mails surely i haven't written in a while
this morning came across the stories sections on 23hq.com i wrote these chunks of silly words there before i created this blog
so here today i remember instead of creating since still hurts my head
oh just hoping for more energy for this Sunday here i relate today again to a home-smell
the smell my house smells like an older woman’s house today’s sweet and strong but a little dense opened the door and it came in in the core like a rush the mixture of scents, an unrepeatable aroma right now there’s fig candle a cheap one the expensive one is a stone mixture overprized store of jasmine, & fig and all the-other-don’t-know it changes every day every minute you can say if you got a nose or at all around come for sure you can tell and then the trash can left some little pieces of onion very little not too strong to make organic this matter at the most it stands, food odors from there and mixed with the rain outside and still a hint (would said if preparing a perfume formula: add a 3% of aroma reminiscent of fresh paint, just a 3 percent! not less no more) and in 2 hrs i know won’t be quite the same oh if i know if my nose can calculate!!!
this like the very first time you do something unexpected the first time while learning to drive you almost crashed you didn’t, but learnt the fear it left tracks or the first encounter with someone a friend of a friend the aunt of the cousin of the neighbor whatever but then you become good friends, maybe even family or co-workers or soul-companions hopefully not insurance partners and even less common-crime holders but anyhow you’ll remember that first encounter blurry, escapes, like the memory of the almost-first-car-accident because you didn’t expect it and because it wasn’t impressive you weren’t meeting somebody outrageous or too important just a person or you were just almost for the first time a car crashing what is the importance? if
as with aromas or acquaintances most things around life are a terrific accident
and now today is that smell knowing it is happening but it won’t repeat itself the old lady’s smell and wish i could capture it ‘cause it suits my house so well and surprisingly i so much like it is not particularly good or too bad it is just the smell of my home and guess even if ever changing and sadly probably won’t be able to replicate accurately, the fortunate accident immediately warm is & i can recognize it is the smell of my house and i like it!