Houston Ifest 2005!

India was this year's guest country 

Monkey man 

Too many heads 

Crowd 

Elephant man 

Nothing

Nothing to say tonight. Not a bad night, not a good night either. It looks like keeping my mind busy with meaningless stuff is working. At least time goes by faster, and I'm getting tired. About time I did! I need to get some sleep.

11 Months

eleven months would have been today
good days, bad days, and some just ok
eleven months still are today
we still hold hands on these murky days

eleven months on the 28th
and life goes on on both sides as well
I never was too much into dates
but oh today is just not the same

That smile of yours shines over my head
lights up my room, my life, leads the way
eleven months on the 28th
I hope by the twelfth I'll see you again.

Small Lesson

Last night I saw a not so attractive couple at work. Hell, they were ugly, both of them! But they were holding hands, and after a while she told him: "let's go babe".
. . .I thought to myself - I guess everybody is somebody's babe.- And now that I think about it again, I don't ever want to forget that.

Black and White Smile

On a film that wasn't even mine anymore, lost, forgotten, there it was.
Your smile in black and white. What a smile. That, is exactly how I remember you.
Always

Note to self 1

All of a sudden I find myself keeping a small stone in my pocket. I was playing with it, holding it in my hand the other day and decided to keep it. Why is it comforting? I don't know, but I have already put it next to my wallet. I don't want to forget it tomorrow.
Note to self 1: What the hell is wrong with you?

How do you know you're not already in hell?

Making Do

Once, on this ball busting job
I asked a worker next to me:
How do you know we haven't died and gone to hell?
He didn't reply.
He thought I was crazy to imagine we might have gone to hell.
The fact was, he was not in hell.
I was.

Charles Bukowski

(As transcribed from this NPR interview)

A Steam Clock

Somehow it seems to me like a steam clock is slower measuring time than a real clock. My Vancouver time is not moving. No one is to blame, but I can't wait until the end of the summer, for better or for worse.

Gastown Steam Clock 

Two Flies and a Poisonous Snake

Two flies, two lazy flies are in my room. On my couch, just there. They're too lazy to fly. I'm too lazy to kill them.
Have you ever reached that point when you don't care about some things and simply let them happen?
In Colombia we have a joke, about two lazy men laying on a hammock. One of them asks the other: "do you know if we have antidote for poisonous snakes"? The other one responds yawning: "No, why?" - He replies: "Oh, I was just saying. There's one coming straight at us". Bad joke eh? Well. I've felt that way a few times lately. I don't even care if I have the antidote. Let the damn snake bite me and get this shit over with. Let the flies just be there. What do I care?

So Many Things

What to do when your blog is public but you want to keep some things private, yet you NEED to write in order to deal with them? I've tried several things, like posting something and then saving it as a draft one minute later. I've emailed myself, which is pretty lame, and I have simply not posted for a while.
So many things are going on in my head...

Book Update

An update on my post "Books without the end"

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance > Hated it. Will not finish it

Mi Pais Inventado > Good Book. I still want to re-read it to keep a promise, I honestly hope some day we will read it together again. I mean it. I do. Tell me when, it will make me happy.

Catch-22> Good book. Fell victim to my current mood and will not be able to finish it. Picking it up reminds me of some things and I don't want to go back there.

No Name

So here I am again.

Staring at my room, feeling oddly out of place, removed, yet present.
Living in a different time zone, wondering what I should do. (or is it wandering? fuck, I don't care. I.m too tired)
Volverte a ver, es todo lo que quiero hacer. Or, is it?
Yes, yes it is, I do.
But oh, am I afraid. As much as you are, maybe more.
You need the steady of me... I want to be there for you.
Damn distance. It's keeping us apart, yet it's holding us together.
There it is, a perfect Catch-22 (which by the way I never finished reading).

Blink,
blink,
blink,

Time to go to bed. Not a good time to think.
You must be asleep. I should be too.

Volverte a ver
es
todo
lo
que
quiero
hacer.

Good Night. (Even though it actually is 10:02 am)