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Pero ¿sigue vivo?
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7.2.12
7.10.10
25.9.10
Otros locos lindos
Uno de los tantos episodios raros en la vida de Werner Herzog, narrado por él mismo y animado por Sascha Ciezata.
Del mismo autor, When Lynch met Lucas.
19.9.10
America Earth, fuck yeah!
A la conferencia que asistiría con gusto es a la del Dr. Robert Sungenis. Todo título que connote una teoría conspirativa me suena a Los expedientes X y me hace pensar en Mulder observando con aire cansado el poster del ovni en su oficina. Todo muy the truth is out there. Entretenimiento garantizado.
Acá la página oficial del Geocentrismo, con diseño web 1.0 y argumentos a favor de esta teoría, que también cuenta con su propio merchandising.
Pero what if...?
14.9.10
X
Every now and then I get this dreadful thought.
One day, I’ll run out of ideas. I only get a limited number of them to come up with and when I’ve used them all, I’ll be empty. Non recyclable material. No other way to produce energy. I only have that given amount, and that’s that. My mind is becoming extinct, and every time I put it out there is a reminder that I’m throwing it away a little bit more.
I imagine this happening not just with thoughts to write about, but with everything else in life. It’s like I’m on a game show, browsing categories, knowing that there are only so many panels I can choose before the game is over. If I don’t get a job, that’s one more thing that’s been crossed out of my list. That opportunity is gone. Nothing will replace it. That panel has an X on it. If I like a guy and he doesn’t like me back, no one will take his place. X again. If I do something right, if I choose a panel and get the correct answer, then things are better. But I still used one, and I’m not getting it back. It’s always "one less" in my book.
It’s scary. My world gets smaller each time.
And so it is. Another idea out there.
Another one down.
How many to go?
One day, I’ll run out of ideas. I only get a limited number of them to come up with and when I’ve used them all, I’ll be empty. Non recyclable material. No other way to produce energy. I only have that given amount, and that’s that. My mind is becoming extinct, and every time I put it out there is a reminder that I’m throwing it away a little bit more.
I imagine this happening not just with thoughts to write about, but with everything else in life. It’s like I’m on a game show, browsing categories, knowing that there are only so many panels I can choose before the game is over. If I don’t get a job, that’s one more thing that’s been crossed out of my list. That opportunity is gone. Nothing will replace it. That panel has an X on it. If I like a guy and he doesn’t like me back, no one will take his place. X again. If I do something right, if I choose a panel and get the correct answer, then things are better. But I still used one, and I’m not getting it back. It’s always "one less" in my book.
It’s scary. My world gets smaller each time.
And so it is. Another idea out there.
Another one down.
How many to go?
13.9.10
Awesome people: Mary Ellen Mark
Me encanta la fotografía de Mary Ellen Mark, tanto su extenso trabajo como fotógrafa en el set de cantidad de películas (Apocalypse now, Satyricon, Australia, las últimas películas de Tim Burton) como sus trabajos documentalistas (Streetwise). Algunas de sus obras que más me gustan:
Tiny in Her Halloween Costume, Seattle, Washington, USA, 1983
Batman and Little Barbies (2002)
Tiny in Her Halloween Costume, Seattle, Washington, USA, 1983
Batman and Little Barbies (2002)
9.9.10
No such thing
Reasonably?
Teenage?
THIN?
¿Y tanta calma y bienestar mientras uno está parado sobre una balanza? Well, I never.
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