29/3/09
Got Wood?
22/3/09
cousin vera
The sun came out. Oh sí. The edigator is catching some rays.
16/3/09
Migraines
Some activities which the host performs wakes the voracious zombies and as the host tries to survive the unsuspected attack on the head, and believes the vomiting, the repulsion to noise and smells, the semi paralysis and shaking, the fear of light, are all caused by something as trivial and normal as blood rushing to the brain or a huge hangover. So then the host growls grr argh, takes enormous quantities of pills, and tries to sleep.
And the zombies munch away...
7/3/09
Mirror mirror
It does not matter how many fashionable clothes, board meetings, different jobs or excessive money humans have or want, they are still animals. Most of the time, humans try to identify their humanness with non-animal elements. That is, if an animal can do it, the human will negate that and construct s/his identity with the anti-animal notions.
So, if an animal defecates in public, the human will do it hidden in a restroom. If an animal eats another while the delicatessen is still alive; the human will kill, dismember and bake. It does not matter if the second option is more complicated, absurd and requires technicians, engineers, and hours of training in order to achieve it. Any variation turns humans into nasty beasts.
And those cuasi-perfect animals that behave in a non-animalistic way are almost humans: emotional dogs, memorious elephants who suffer painfully when they encounter elephant bones, or parrots that speak.
But when one of these animals behaves as s/his earthbound irremediable nature indicates, humans are astounded. Because they see a mirror of the beast that they are. After so many words... be flabbergasted:
1/3/09
¡Carámbanos!
It is pronounced with a hard "K" Kah- ram- bah- nose . It rolls on your tongue and whispers out. Carámbanos.
The thing in English is called an antiseptic "icicle", in French it is a nasal "glaçon", in German a barked "Eizsapfen", even in náhuatl it is a sweet "acectli". Melodic insensible words. They do not convey the idea of the criminal water, which refuses to drip, to be liquid and dares to hang.
But in Spanish you holler ¡Carámbanos! which dangle from the window sills, waiting waiting for a walker who will stand, waiting for him to stop and then they fly, and then they break and crack and drop and kill and become weapons and pikes and then shatered carámbanos, fractured carámbanos, and carámbanos destroyed.
I like them like so.