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  • 2006-01-14

    ven y baila conmigo, lento

    Me siento aventurero. El 9 de febrero iré a Arkansas a visitar a …. En realidad no sé qué hacer de todo esto (qué significa) aunque es demasiado yo, i.e., muy típico de mí. ¿Y qué? A caso esta vez me dejaré arrastrar hasta tierras aún más lejanas? No, todo con calma esta vez, aunque…

  • 2006-01-11

    this is the problem with religion

    I’ve been meaning to write on this (Danish Muslims Take Anti-Prophet Cartoons to EU) for some time, and now seems like the right moment to do so. I think this issue illustrates the problem with Islam, i.e., religion. We in the West live in societies that are governed by the rule of law. When man…

  • 2006-01-10

    abstractions

    Before I begin this, I must apologize. What is to follow may seem like a passage out of Proust. But I can assure you, it is a passage out of my life. My life has never been exciting, at least, I would never apply this word to it. No, perhaps a bit under the ordinary.…

  • 2006-01-09

    ilusiones cognitivas

    No sé qué me das que cada vez me gustas más. En fin, sigo marchando en dirección retrograda. ¿Qué se le va a hacer? Una vez más voy a cometer una locura; una tonteria más a agregar a la absurdidad que es mi vida. De menos, de todo esto podré agregar uno u dos estados…

  • 2006-01-08

    viviéndolo a lo gálico.

    Hoy (ayer) ha sido un día francófono. De banda sonora, el álbum ‘Des Visages des Figures’ de Noir Désir – una mezcla fantástica de rock y jazz. Y mientras el solista me susurraba una canción tras otra, yo me submergía en Rimbaud. Aquí un trocito del poema Les Étrennes des Orphelins: – Et là, –…

  • 2006-01-06

    cognitive illusion

    “The union of male with male is and must be sterile….” There stood the embodiment of that which I find aesthetically pleasing. In him incarnate were those qualities that I have been desirous of since childhood, intricately manifested and no longer distant. And to my surprise, the circumstance afforded me the ability to bridge the…

  • 2006-01-06

    french fries were invented by the Spanish

    ¡Feliz día de los reyes magos! In the Spanish-speaking world, this is our Christmas, at least it once was, but now, this this whimsical phenomenon called globalization, the differences are disappearing. Who would have thought that being able to shop at Wal-Mart world-wide would bring about world peace! I haven’t much to say to-day; have…

  • 2006-01-03

    the epexegetical kaì and more

    Caption: Andáte con tu madre con ese cuento. I purchased hazelnut cocoa spread; it’s a fancy name for nutella sans the copyright. Unfortunately I have no bread to apply it to! The temptation was much too strong and I was reduced to slapping seriously considered and calculated amounts to hamburger buns, af if any amount…

  • 2006-01-02

    marching under blue skies

    Life is so damn fucking funny … sometimes. Nota bene: fuck is my new pejorative; decadent please place yourself on stand-by. Amen. But seriously, fuck is such a fantastic word; it can be anything. It’s sort of God-like but never corporeal mind you! But seriously now, for the intent of this … whatever this is;…

  • 2005-12-30

    a paroxysm of dementia. so be it.

    As I wend down life’s path, as she places before me her patina of goodies, raw and bear, I am deeply disturbed. But I am only disturbed when I remove myself from the instant, when I detach myself as if in a pathetic attempt to be objective, and analyze what is taking place or has…

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