Saturday, January 31, 2009


Regreso al trabajo este lunes. Se terminarón mis vacaciones de seis semanas. Seré otra vez adulto, responsable y amable. Se terminaron los "FUCKS" que salian de mi boca a cada rato. Ahora empezaran de nuevo el "good job," el "let's try again," "please," y "thank you!" Adios pajamas de la tarde. Adios cabello de escoba.
Adios Amy Goodman, Decor8, Flickr y YouTube.

Hola lapices amarillos. Hola borradores. Hola niños.

Bueno, por lo menos caminaré.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Class Struggle

When I'm bored, and I mean, really bored, I like to click on "next blog" hoping to find life in this universe. I've found some gems, lots of advertising, and a lot of desperate, boring people like me. I've been blogging for less than a month and I already became aware that I belong to the disadvantaged class of bloggers. In another post I'll talk more about the traits of the underprivileged class, but for today, I'll mentioned some of the special privileges that the upper class bloggers enjoy:

1. They were saved by Jesus (Dude, where is my Jesus?!).
2. They have cute, well-behaved children (I don't have children, but the ones I know are a bunch of ugly rude little fuckers).
3. They collect beautiful things such as Hanna Montana dolls, Jonas Brothers dolls, etc. (the only thing I collect is clouds, but they are not as sexy as the Jonas Brothers, dammit!).
4. They are technology savvy (I don't even know how to get rid of that annoying clock I have).
5. They have interesting things to say about life, and when they say it, they say it well using polysyllabic words (I still struggle with speeellling).
6. They have a large number of visitors (I think I'm going to give free chocolate chip cookies to every person who writes a comment on my blog).

Anyway, welcome to my class struggle as a blogger. Underprivileged Bloggers UNITE!


That clock on my right side is beginning to annoy me. I don't have a clock on any of my walls at home. What was I thinking when I placed it on this blog? Was I really that dense and fell for the aesthetics of the clock? It does look cute and interesting, but sadly, it is only time. Actually, I take back the word "interesting." There is really nothing interesting about time. It moves forward. If I could only find a clock that moves backwards or sidewards, perhaps I would keep it.

Friday, January 16, 2009

favorite flickr photo

I saw this beautiful artwork on Christina's photostream (flickr). Check out her amazing art by clicking here:


I waste time.

The floor needs sweeping and at least three loads of laundry need washing. Birds can circle the skies of time aimlessly. So, I hang my plans next to my husband’s baseball cap. Let them get heavy with wasted time and dust.

Birds sit on wires. They don't worry that he's never coming back or that she forgot your name. I sit in front of a laptop with headphones on. Silvio Rodriguez sings something about a carabana de sentimientos but I just want him to sing soy feliz, soy un hombre feliz y quiero que me perdonen por este dia los muertos de mi felicidad.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Since I don't know what to write..........

Memories of Fantasies Forgotten from Dovely on Vimeo.


I don't even have a week with this blog and I've already reached a "writer's block."
The great news is that I'm not a writer, therefore, I shouldn't feel remorse or any sort ill feeling for not writing. Hmm, I think it was Pablo Neruda who said that we need more readers than writers. I wonder if somebody in this planet thinks that we actually need bloggers.

Monday, January 12, 2009

De La Chingada

I just want to say one thing: I feel like crap. The misery of having a winter cold is difficult to describe with words, well, maybe not for a real writer. But for the average Joe like me, it is quite difficult to describe the itchy eyes, the runny nose, the ache in my jaw, without sounding like a over the counter cold medication. Anyway, enjoy your dry nose..... while you can.

Sunday, January 11, 2009


In the beginning there were a laptop, a desire to start a new blog and time. There were no questions. There were no answers. Just time, a laptop, and this wild desire. Perhaps the word "wild" was an exaggeration.