señales de primavera

and the earliest flower (a new little red one) on my neighbor’s patio, this break of day, just for me, blossomed. the neighbors are actually rather uptight and hardly take pleasure in their backyard. me, i have this view (of their yard) from my kitchen all times

thus i am on the increase of this early-morning-washing-dishes compulsive behavior, i have been gaining weight because i eat to get the most dishes dirty so i can wash them and look at the yard, pretty complex fatting plot going on

moreover, on this springy pleasant friday while at work, i realized, itunes charming randomness courtesy that: a-ha! the story of music of the second half of the past century could be resumed to these 3 tracks (disclaimer: important is the order! probably if inversed the story of music could/would collapse! so if you have access to them and want to try at home, just don’t mix the order or…) and they are

1. slint’s carol from their album tweeze
2. insky’s cedes from his album lostapes {ben twire] (another one)
   
3. madredeus’ céu da mouraria from their album ainda (soundtrack to yet another wonderful wim wenders film lisbon story -the adventures of a sound engineer lost on lisbon and... watch the movie, is way more recommendable than my stubborn words)
   

they come & go & come back from the post of the rock to the post of the lovely-yet-somehow-unknown-experimental-weird-ala-ranaldo-style to the beautiful-regardless-if-you-are-a-motley-crew-fan you’d say yeah, that is that!

enjoy your ends of this week, wherever you are, or not...

hangover murders (or i am starting to figure it out, too)

‘this is not a party
but a police investigation’

found and lost
objects, at end of a corridor
lost was first
and found
a clock

embryonic/full
still yet goes

unfinished scheme
and a highly-troubled plot

tick tack
potentially, a casualty
just

another capture
grand
then no more

and if not

each second
overthrown closer
closed
then gone

at all

lapses
time
scrivener
capturer-imaginer

those skies
and some ghosts

the police figured it
one of those
hangover murders

a party,
investigation
followed up

my vigil 40 winks

that fence
where siesta and vigil
once in a while meet
been balancing -top of it
a bird or a cat felt like
strolling on
just about to jump
convinced that if not
in any case
so slim this edge
will drop

all the time
can’t asleep
can’t wake up
during the hours of the day

keen on your few catnap
i just jaunting the same that same fence
not back to the vigil world
not able to fall asleep though

the fence is inhabited as well
for many images of old memories appeared
the time i was talking to my girlfriend
seeing her reflection on a mirror
back door

bathroom mexico city light
the electric one
combined with the 4pm one through window
glass transparent yet texture gave the idea of a green
a green one, washed out

the remembered the ride home from there
not a remarkable moment at all
a daily dose of soulful plainness
just a dot in the brain
reappeared i don’t know
and the talk was about? will never remember that part?
but the color of her hair and the light
and the love for her and her presence in my heart

and something like missing her now
she was dear my dear friend

and like ghosts that live on the thin edge of the top of the fence
many non-transcendental memories of plain moments
arrive
and they keep me awake
they keep asleep
they keep me alive

y sobre mis fotos me dices que...

ch, writes:
weber aquí por fin ..... la crítica constructiva de tus fotos, me gustaron mucho las de new york, y el puente y la ventana de un lado y del otro.

y tus cielos azules con las lámparas, el puente, el paisaje de los cabos en el avión, a menos que ahora ya sepas volar, me gustan tus fotos urbanas, lo único que no me gusto mucho fueron los maniquíes, la imagen se ve sucia, se pierde con el vidrio y los reflejos, a lo mejor los reflejos de algo mas interesante que las calles y los coches, el reflejo del alma de los maniquíes, si es que tienen o lo mejor su alma se congelo en el plástico.

quien sabe...tendría que pensarlo. me gustan tus fotos urbanas y me parece que eres muy buena. ...por que te fuiste y me dejaste?... como te extraño!

me, respond:
sólo me fuí, pero nunca te deje
& here: yearning for more than a blue day (antony & the johnsons)

sanders goes to washington

jerry sanders made his appearance in washington d.c. today
san diego union tribune's and nbc's
apparently sanders shook hands with: THE DEVIL!
pictured here below (clicker on his ulgy face to read on his outdated haunting skills, we agree, less haunting & more grocery shopping)


and also with his winged misbegotten friend, and his race of guardians of the doors of hell (wonder who could've bred such a thing, maybe another pair of horny-wired demons as well?)
we wonder if donna frye had won the elections instead of sanders, would she have been invited? we don't really think so...

just hoping that jerry washes his hand and thoroughly disinfects himself before heading back home

what a shame for san diego soil!

a lovely sunday at the padres bleachers (without the padres)

one of the most enjoyable gracious moments with my friend rocio while she was in san diego was doubtless the over-an-hour we spent seated on the bleachers at petco park watching the japanese team batting practice at the ‘06 world baseball classic on sunday, march 19, 2006.

the sun was stroking the little crowd of about 30 people, mostly japanese, and us, wishing both cuban & japanese teams good luck.

japan won the classic as we now know, and even with my latino background i felt happy for it. perhaps, since we shared with the japanese tourists the relaxing beauty of a san diegan day. still remember the shy smile of a very young japanese kid, and how dropping his big suitcase on the grass, getting rid of what seemed to be his luggage for a long trip, relieved he smiled while seeing his team practicing.

o god: techy ultimate geek happy hour in san diego & lots of handy noises afterwards

as if one can put the words geek & happy in the same sentence
o god, can't believe i am going to this!
march mingle http://www.marchmingle.com/
might be... fun? geeky for sure

afterwards to the casbah (yes where i saw the giraffes & low) for some clapping with clap clap clap: yeah!

long day, after so much strolling around with missed-already mexico city small girl
pinche chio! regresa...

1.618 033 988 749 894 848 204 586 834 366 times richard meier unearth getty’s center steps closer to divinity

(this photo by: rocio bernal)
perhaps because i started to grow up intellectually
(my bachelor’s degree started as architecture)
under the shadow of the conception of beauty and proportion
set by the greek’s φ section aurea/golden number, ratio or divine proportion (varphi = frac{sqrt{5} + 1}{2} approx 1.618 033 988 749 894 848 204 586 834 366) and under the influence of the teachings of the bauhaus school of design in germany

moreover, taught to have a firm conviction in architects such as le corbusier (a house is a machine for living in, and author of the architect's bible modulor), walter gropius, mies van der rohe, and of course frank lloyd wright; and other functionalist modernists architects of the ‘white school’ as i personally refer to them, or the international style as there are officially known for the rest of mortals; it is that the getty center in los angeles (santa monica area) was extremely impressive to me

names describing the center as a modern acropolis
a top of the hill closer to heaven than anything else in the southern west coast of the united states come to my mind

richard meier and partners
(hence of the polemic spend on the project)
deserve a big admiration sign! the last of the modernists triumph will getty center be?

the space is beautifully peaceful
the word zen melts with a déjà vu state
induced by the first step of this space encounter:
a tram climbing slow the giant mountain
leaving los angeles lower and behind
silent machinery tick tack to reach the heights
throwing a veil of tranquility
juxtaposition the guts and the mind

just felt like this before in a space once
last year on my birthday to be exact
when i stepped into glorious frank lloyd wright’s
mecca of american modern art:
the new york city’s guggenheim

where the modern ancestors of my visual and soul foundation
are buried in between the pages and paintings of wassily kandinsky
along with the transcripts and images from the (again) bauhaus (pdf file)

déjà vu en una esquina de van nuys ca 9.43 am leaving for the getty center in a red rapid line bus

the getty center http://www.getty.edu/
its architecture http://www.getty.edu/visit/see_do/architecture.html
and gardens http://www.getty.edu/visit/see_do/gardens.html

a piece of heaven imitated by meiers with a superb result: one of the most remarkable achievements of modern landscaping and architecture

make you sure you see the over-180-degrees-view of the city of los angeles, california from the cactus garden

soon i will post some photos on 23

chomsky en español

ó: a ver si así le entiendo a este señor rebeldoso y medio enredoso

http://www.rebelion.org/chomsky.htm

ah! y también una lista completa de su noamesca o chomsikesca bibliografía en castellano (literalmente no nomás legible, si no también en la semántica absurda de cada día...)
http://www.rebelion.org/chomsky/Chomskybib.htm

fascinada (casi tanto como con el té) con los e-books y artículos transcritos de este prestigiado autor

enjoy! ó como decimos más pal' sur: gózele sabor! ah! el sabor de la rebelión, al menos en literatura

a quotidian pleasure: a fine cup of tea (‘for this impossible thing we know as life’)

Tea is yet another one of those little addictions that shapes my every-day-full-of-minor-eccentricities life.

My daily several cups of tea sieve into the core of my existence cup by cup, drop by drop.

I do love coffee, and good strong dark coffee, since coffee, save rare occasions, is a one-time-deal thing in the mornings, and do I appreciate the coffee culture as much as the tea culture, yet that goes in another cup (or later blog), yet tea…

o tea tea tea (and I am not referring to herbal infusions, which I really thank & appreciate specially on tardy nights) but tea is one of the best traditions that one can find in humanity, no wonder has been around for years, lustra, decades, centuries, millenniums, I would dare to think?

So knowing this, my cousin, who just arrived from London, brought me some Harrods KnightsBridge English Breakfast No. 14 bagged tea. Is there a better present from London for a tea-fiend?

I had one this morning, and it was good, yet! O and sorry my cousin but it wasn’t as fresh and rich as the tea I get from the better-than-british-just-from-Connecticut tea page www.specialteas.com

Their teas are the freshest, delicate and excellent! Their selection is also so rich, you can delight yourself with some subtle Nilgiri tea (Tiger Hill is for much my 3 or 4 cups a day favorite!) among the single state ones. Or, you can select a classic blend like English high-grown leaf, or some Five o’clock tea, and not to mention my favorite among the flavored blends the Holiday Dream, which I have consider my holiday nightmare, since refusing to drop it at night (even if caffeinated) has been cause of many late nights of tea-drinking-induced insomnia, and without any regrets!

Now this tea comes usually loose, then I get some tea bags at any asian store for less than 2 dollars or they can be ordered from special teas as well, almost as comforting as the tea itself, is my almost every-night routine of bagging my own tea, fresh and ready for the next day. So sorry England, but for tea, I stay with the Connecticut one!

It is worth to mention that a precious petite jewel of tea-literature is the ‘The Book of Tea’ by Kakuzo Okakura. This little book apart from giving information on the different kinds of teas, their lovely development and history, and its peculiarities and preparation, also enlightens your heart with little pieces of philosophy of life, as we can read here in a little excerpt from the first chapter, A cup of Humanity:

"Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence. It inculcates purity and harmony, the mystery of mutual charity, the romanticism of the social order. It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life." -Kakuzo Okakura

now if you don't want to buy the book, well just visit this link here and read it online courtesy of Project Gutenberg