Mexico 2017

Back in February I spent a few days with my mom
in Autlán, Jalisco, México.
I love my other country!

Mi mamá

El Kiosko y centro

Limpiador de zapatos

Templo "La Purísima"

Templo "La Purísima"

Roasted corn, vegan mexican dinner!

fotos de TVs en Autlán

Late night
sleep won't come
well, fine!
Looking at these old pictures I took
back in 2007, yes, México,
and yes, mi Autlán,
where I spent my childhood summers
my mom's hometown.
Can't to go back and photograph.
Not the TVs but the Mexican land...
Autlán, Autlán...

las televisiones rotas de Autlán

Mini-componentes T.V. Servicio

Pitayas en Autlán

On May 10, I went to Autlán
to spend some time with my mom
our daily breakfast of pitayas from the market
was colorful healthful lovely way to start our days
I miss her and the pitayas already.

The market in Autlán has so many wonderful fruits
and vegetables, nopales, capulines, huamuchiles
and green juices.

pitaya, prickly red pear

pitayas

pitaya basket

pitayas, capulines, nopales, babies, and warm hearts

nopales y huamuchiles

nopales, huamuchiles, y sonrisas

green juice pretty vendor

más fotos de Autlán

señora y paredes blanco y azul

calle Javier Mina

mas en 23hq

el jardín de mi mamá en Autlán, Jalisco, México

my mom's garden in Autlan, Jalisco, Mexico
mi Mutter's Garten in Autlan, Jalisco, Mexiko

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!!

el pajarito de Autlán

While I was in Autlán
This little bird felt from his nest



My mother has this beautiful garden
Visited every day by many birds
Therefore, she is used to this sort of accidents

She already has a shoe-box prepared to keep
Fallen birds warm
She made a hole all across the box
And she put a tree branch across it
And a piece of cloth to keep the little birds warm

For 2 days while I was there
She fed the bird with a paste made out of masa
(the corn dough for making tortillas) & water

around 3pm of the second day
and with the bright Autlán sun shinning high
we took the box with the bird
to the main garden
we left the box half open
specially since he was singing loud
after a couple of minutes
the mother appeared and after falling a couple of times
the little bird was able to follow her to the nest again

unfortunately I didn’t take a movie of that!
But here is the feeding process
And my mother, her kitchen
(watch the movie till the end for a full view)
And that beautiful memory of some bright
Days with a little bird in Autlán

Autlán, oh well!

I travel to Autlan tomorrow

and I had an awful day today
I am sick right before my little vacation

sore throat, fever
headache, and all the body hurts
i shiver now & then too

and I feel
mad, sad, dark, old, ignored, fat
& very stupid, I look like shit
in this photo of today

and sadness crawls all over my being
but I thought I was looking for my days off
and today all went wrong...

YOU could've send a little
have a good trip note
but you choose not to

and now I am gone
the plane might crash
and me in little pieces
won't be able to wave goodbye

so I leave this dark sad image of me
in case I die
for the closing of my blog

When I am a woman of 38 I become
I might be alive
or never ever come back

pretty dark stuff, huh?
nice!

That is, if the plane doesn’t fall
otherwise this will be a pretty dark joke

mmm? somehow, alone & old
but I do hope to come back
to my silly lonely little life