martes, febrero 24, 2004
Mardi Gras
Weather report: misty, slight rain.
Again
Not much to say, given my state of mind. Just realized today is the last day of Carnival. Incidentally, a GREAT day to finish my dissertation (Hope I do!).
In any case, this seems to go unnoticed here. There was a ceremony in school today. The reason: to pledge allegiance to the flag. Hmmmmmm. "A la nación independiente, humana y generosa a la que entregamos nuestra existencia." Not that I am against this. I love my country. I just doubt how independent, humane and generous it is. And I don't like to swear oaths just like that. I would not use one for the nation, I'm afraid. I would swear to be faithful to love, to life, to beauty... But this is not the point.
What I want to celebrate today is that, despite the stormy weather I'm experiencing (as Linus Van Pelt says, "How sharper than a serpent's tooth is a sister's Bleah!"), people have been here for me, cheering me up. Special thanks to the Hollow Kid and his advice, the Silent Singer for a glittery lollipop letter, and to the boy with the name of a sultan, to whom I owe not one but TWO cheer-up poems. Here goes one:
Mysty Sea
The sun might be appearing
shining and purple
But still it doesn't mean
That your heart has to be
Drowned in the bottom
Of Mysty Sea.
That's why diamond stars
Are always watching gladly
That's why hopeful friends
Are there to care 'bout your journey
And that's when kindred spirits
Will be there to catch you and hug you;
And to heal your soul from
The mighty Dragon's Wounds.
Thank you for reminding me that people still care, despite any disasters that might tumble on one very tiny insignificant me.
Oh that I could just escape for a while...
Weather report: misty, slight rain.
Again
Not much to say, given my state of mind. Just realized today is the last day of Carnival. Incidentally, a GREAT day to finish my dissertation (Hope I do!).
In any case, this seems to go unnoticed here. There was a ceremony in school today. The reason: to pledge allegiance to the flag. Hmmmmmm. "A la nación independiente, humana y generosa a la que entregamos nuestra existencia." Not that I am against this. I love my country. I just doubt how independent, humane and generous it is. And I don't like to swear oaths just like that. I would not use one for the nation, I'm afraid. I would swear to be faithful to love, to life, to beauty... But this is not the point.
What I want to celebrate today is that, despite the stormy weather I'm experiencing (as Linus Van Pelt says, "How sharper than a serpent's tooth is a sister's Bleah!"), people have been here for me, cheering me up. Special thanks to the Hollow Kid and his advice, the Silent Singer for a glittery lollipop letter, and to the boy with the name of a sultan, to whom I owe not one but TWO cheer-up poems. Here goes one:
Mysty Sea
The sun might be appearing
shining and purple
But still it doesn't mean
That your heart has to be
Drowned in the bottom
Of Mysty Sea.
That's why diamond stars
Are always watching gladly
That's why hopeful friends
Are there to care 'bout your journey
And that's when kindred spirits
Will be there to catch you and hug you;
And to heal your soul from
The mighty Dragon's Wounds.
Thank you for reminding me that people still care, despite any disasters that might tumble on one very tiny insignificant me.
Oh that I could just escape for a while...
sábado, febrero 21, 2004
Patience....
I know... I should hardly ask it of you since I don't possess any myself... I know I have neglected a lot of things lately, including this place... and I ask for Patience. Probably from myself as well. What is happening? Don't know. Don't wish to know, actually.
Weather report: Slightly misty, again. Hmmm
I know... I should hardly ask it of you since I don't possess any myself... I know I have neglected a lot of things lately, including this place... and I ask for Patience. Probably from myself as well. What is happening? Don't know. Don't wish to know, actually.
Weather report: Slightly misty, again. Hmmm
viernes, febrero 13, 2004
Of Hopeless Human Folly
That would have been called Beastly except that beasts need not be insulted so.
The sun should have risen ominously on that day dedicated to Freya, 13th of the month, commonly thought to have certain inauspicious characteristics. (Coincidence or Fate? The choice is yours.) As it was, it was proving to be a relatively normal day. Two thirds of the so-called Yamil’s Angels (for no good reason except to tease the said Boss) were scheduled to meet at 4 pm at a busy shopping mall. The Mission: to catch up and talk, talk, talk. At 4.03 Yours Truly (one of the said Angels, I need not say, aka Apple Smoothie among other things) was waiting for her friend and ex-coworker (Blackberry Smoothie or similar) when the phone rang. Emergency! She would need to go Underground to help her.
And so they descended into a hopeless battle with an Inferior Being.
As it is, the story in prose is marked just by the usual long waits related to a car accident. So we should probably concentrate on the description of said Inferior Being. This type of mortal is easily found in the streets of Mexico City. Many of them are usually seen driving vehicles around the Streets, wreaking havoc and fear in human hearts. This particular specimen did not appear to be of a beastly sort (with my excuses for beasts who might be offended for being compared with this Being). The affair was his fault, everyone agreed... that is, everyone except him. Either he had managed to convince himself (we dare to hope, for the sake of his moral character) that he was in the right, or, what seemed most probable, he was Lying outright. Yes. Lying. About something that only brought trouble to everyone involved. Had he not lied, the problem would have been solved much quicker. As it was, the Lie did not benefit or protect anyone else. As a consequence, everyone involved is currently trying to disentangle the affair at a Place of Justice normally called Delegación. (Dooooooooooooooooooooom!!! For it is documented that Inferior Beings tend to work there too).
All in all, the Apple Smoothie's role in the affair was something that had been seen earlier this week, in another accident involving vehicles: the amount of help she was capable of offering was limited to watching. Unfortunate situation. But it was not over. After the affected parties went home, I betook myself to the Owl Store to buy some long-needed "air time" (?) for the tracking device inflicted on me by "the Necessities of Life" and motherly "What ifs", and also by a tendency which will be read about below (this item is usually called a mobile phone, by the way). On the way, the record store beckoned. "Shopping therapy". Great idea! So I walked out with another great record by Blackmore's Night, Ghost of a Rose. Just what I needed.
EXCEPT there was one more monster to fight. The monster within. The Angel's sense of direction is faulty at times. In fact, at all times. Like Ryoga, she has a tendency to get lost in the most familiar places. So, again, in the Underworld once more, but this time looking for her OWN car, she spent several minutes aimlessly wandering about the place. Finally, by chance more than anything, and reflecting that a GPS inserted in her head would probably be a good idea, she headed home to a beaufiful sky.
The lessons learned today amount to this:
These are my superpowers, as recognized today
The Disdainful Glance
The Sharp Tongue (Sarcasm is not beyond our heroine when necessary)
The Charming Smile (If I say so myself)
Occasional Psychic Precognition
The Knight In Shining Armor Manifestation When Needed
Animal Ken
The Kamikaze Gift
Avoidance of Uncomfortable Conversations
These are my weaknesses
Non-Existent Sense of Direction
The Easy Tears (which can work for me)
Appearance of Weakness (see above)
Suicidal Street-Crossing Methods
Tendency of Bumping Into Things
The Wandering Mind
The Epic Inability to Wait
The No Planning Ahead MO
That is all I can think of for now... Good night and may tomorrow bring us a better day than today.
PS Fellow Angel I hope your battle with Evil comes to a successful end.
That would have been called Beastly except that beasts need not be insulted so.
The sun should have risen ominously on that day dedicated to Freya, 13th of the month, commonly thought to have certain inauspicious characteristics. (Coincidence or Fate? The choice is yours.) As it was, it was proving to be a relatively normal day. Two thirds of the so-called Yamil’s Angels (for no good reason except to tease the said Boss) were scheduled to meet at 4 pm at a busy shopping mall. The Mission: to catch up and talk, talk, talk. At 4.03 Yours Truly (one of the said Angels, I need not say, aka Apple Smoothie among other things) was waiting for her friend and ex-coworker (Blackberry Smoothie or similar) when the phone rang. Emergency! She would need to go Underground to help her.
And so they descended into a hopeless battle with an Inferior Being.
As it is, the story in prose is marked just by the usual long waits related to a car accident. So we should probably concentrate on the description of said Inferior Being. This type of mortal is easily found in the streets of Mexico City. Many of them are usually seen driving vehicles around the Streets, wreaking havoc and fear in human hearts. This particular specimen did not appear to be of a beastly sort (with my excuses for beasts who might be offended for being compared with this Being). The affair was his fault, everyone agreed... that is, everyone except him. Either he had managed to convince himself (we dare to hope, for the sake of his moral character) that he was in the right, or, what seemed most probable, he was Lying outright. Yes. Lying. About something that only brought trouble to everyone involved. Had he not lied, the problem would have been solved much quicker. As it was, the Lie did not benefit or protect anyone else. As a consequence, everyone involved is currently trying to disentangle the affair at a Place of Justice normally called Delegación. (Dooooooooooooooooooooom!!! For it is documented that Inferior Beings tend to work there too).
All in all, the Apple Smoothie's role in the affair was something that had been seen earlier this week, in another accident involving vehicles: the amount of help she was capable of offering was limited to watching. Unfortunate situation. But it was not over. After the affected parties went home, I betook myself to the Owl Store to buy some long-needed "air time" (?) for the tracking device inflicted on me by "the Necessities of Life" and motherly "What ifs", and also by a tendency which will be read about below (this item is usually called a mobile phone, by the way). On the way, the record store beckoned. "Shopping therapy". Great idea! So I walked out with another great record by Blackmore's Night, Ghost of a Rose. Just what I needed.
EXCEPT there was one more monster to fight. The monster within. The Angel's sense of direction is faulty at times. In fact, at all times. Like Ryoga, she has a tendency to get lost in the most familiar places. So, again, in the Underworld once more, but this time looking for her OWN car, she spent several minutes aimlessly wandering about the place. Finally, by chance more than anything, and reflecting that a GPS inserted in her head would probably be a good idea, she headed home to a beaufiful sky.
The lessons learned today amount to this:
These are my superpowers, as recognized today
The Disdainful Glance
The Sharp Tongue (Sarcasm is not beyond our heroine when necessary)
The Charming Smile (If I say so myself)
Occasional Psychic Precognition
The Knight In Shining Armor Manifestation When Needed
Animal Ken
The Kamikaze Gift
Avoidance of Uncomfortable Conversations
These are my weaknesses
Non-Existent Sense of Direction
The Easy Tears (which can work for me)
Appearance of Weakness (see above)
Suicidal Street-Crossing Methods
Tendency of Bumping Into Things
The Wandering Mind
The Epic Inability to Wait
The No Planning Ahead MO
That is all I can think of for now... Good night and may tomorrow bring us a better day than today.
PS Fellow Angel I hope your battle with Evil comes to a successful end.
lunes, febrero 09, 2004
Felicidades al pequeño dragón, aka The Shah of Blah, por su nuevo blog.
So here goes a song, dedicated to all dreamers, and especially the Ocean of Notions. May the shadows of the night fade away with morning's light.
Morning Star
There are shadows in the sky
Dancing in the air
Calling to my heart
Saying, "If you dare,
We're running fast
We're running far
Trying to catch the morning star..."
And time and space
Our only shield
Keeping secrets
Unrevealed
Falling night
Breathes in the dark
Trying to catch the morning star...
I can fly through my mind when I see them as they shine
Can it be so hard to try and charm the elusive morning star...
So within the chase
We soon will find
The light of the moon
Those left behind
Try to free the gypsy in their hearts
By trying to catch the morning star...
Now that the time
Has come and gone
Illusion has past
And we're on our own
Know the dream is never far...
When trying to catch the Morning Star...
So here goes a song, dedicated to all dreamers, and especially the Ocean of Notions. May the shadows of the night fade away with morning's light.
Morning Star
There are shadows in the sky
Dancing in the air
Calling to my heart
Saying, "If you dare,
We're running fast
We're running far
Trying to catch the morning star..."
And time and space
Our only shield
Keeping secrets
Unrevealed
Falling night
Breathes in the dark
Trying to catch the morning star...
I can fly through my mind when I see them as they shine
Can it be so hard to try and charm the elusive morning star...
So within the chase
We soon will find
The light of the moon
Those left behind
Try to free the gypsy in their hearts
By trying to catch the morning star...
Now that the time
Has come and gone
Illusion has past
And we're on our own
Know the dream is never far...
When trying to catch the Morning Star...
martes, febrero 03, 2004
Midnight Musings
Fear drops in without wiping his feet
but there is no door;
knocking on thin air voices are whispering-
Enter echoes, come in echoes
ride the whirlwind of my soul;
but remember it's just weather
and you're weaker than before.
Lost in the Wood between the Worlds.
Kind rocks will crush your heart;
fling it down and listen to destruction.
Where are we meant to be going?
Point out the path.
Fear drops in without wiping his feet
but there is no door;
knocking on thin air voices are whispering-
Enter echoes, come in echoes
ride the whirlwind of my soul;
but remember it's just weather
and you're weaker than before.
Lost in the Wood between the Worlds.
Kind rocks will crush your heart;
fling it down and listen to destruction.
Where are we meant to be going?
Point out the path.
