a rather traditional post

how about just a normal, good old-fashioned, no pretenses, or rants to express, lighthearted but not really funny, post? not even an update. no analysis on the evolution of a blog. or humankind for that matter. although it did come up in a class yesterday. (i asked them where they had come from, meaning their house, their work, or a bar, to which one woman replied, "monkeys". fair enough, i mean, the question could be looking for the deep significance to our existence rather than the simple adquirition of knowledge about the movements of a few pupils prior a class, but anyways i am digressing! she was surprised to hear that i struggled with the concept of coming from a monkey. dirty, annoying little creatures who are far cuter in pictures than in real life. haha, perhaps i am defending the very point i was to trying to flaw... nah.) but back to the original, not really about anything post.

the weather isn't really worth mentioning. but since this is a completely non-significant post, the weather must be mentioned, because weather is neutral. needless to say, the weather in april has been better than may weather so far. its been bordering on cold as my feet could tell you. (i have been in flip-flops for the last 3 weeks due to an injury sustained playing football. flippin scab on that little knobby bit just off my big toe on the right foot. its impossible to get anything healed on a foot if you have ever noticed! nothing like the mouth which brilliantly rights the ships at incredible speeds! so to promote healing it has been flip-flops!) but yeah, cold weather.

since this is a digressive post, back to the old days, it bears mentioning that i am listening to the shins for the first time in months and months. its good to rotate music. lay it down for a while so you can go back to it and pick up back up like a favorite winter jacket that has been in the back of the closet for the summer months!

i have a mandarine sitting beside my computer waiting for me to finish this post and be devoured. i can sense it´s expectation.

been reading a little Paul Auster for the first time. i like his style. perhaps he is inspiring me to write. perhaps. one day. the one i just finished was about a writer. so it took me inside his head and made me want to sit down and put things into words. we'll see.

it'll be called a night then now.

math problem

is half of two plus two equal to two or three?

question

for all those who complain about lack of content...

is not quality more important that quantity?

the world in icons

so i found this online- Hoja de Reclamaciones. each icon represents a problem that is found in that part of the world... some of them are easy to figure out while others are more difficult...

global warming
homicide
sexual tourism
extinction
deforestation
terrorism
murder
drugs
exploitation
commercialism
pollution
AIDS
racism
nuclear warfare

thought provoking...

more thoughts on coffee

i have realized that i perhaps obsess over the idea of coffee more than the stuff itself. i think i have coffee idealized. i idealize everything surrounding coffee and perhaps it is a comfort thing.

if i do not have a coffee in the morning i will mention that very fact in every conversation that i have throughout the day. is that healthy?

i could live without coffee.

but i don't want to, because it's to me what the blanket is to Linus. it's a crutch. when i feel uncomfortable, when i don't know what to say, when i want to be liked, when i want to fit it, when i want to be cool, when i want to be accepted, when i want to fill the empty spaces, i mention coffee... without the association of coffee with my person, and i must ask this question, what would happen to it all? it would all go down. i would be uninteresting, not hip, unaccepted, and generally be surrounded by empty spaces.

so if that is what it is, would i be better off without it? and i'm talking about so much more than caffeine dependence.

loosen the grip and let go. the fall is freeing!

songs and coffee

i don't write like i used to

the names of a few songs on my playlist:

last boat to america
weary saints
speak to me gently
for who you are
does that make sense
after the rain
the cure for pain
sleeping lessons
headlights on dark roads
yesterday threw everything at me


on a different note, there is a brand of coffee here called:
Nespresso. What else?
café, cuerpo y alma


(that's coffee, body and soul in english, nice)