jueves, agosto 27, 2009
Fenómenos cósmicos
o espero que mi papá no se decepcione
o espero que mi papá no se decepcione
Mi papá estaba muy emocionado la semana pasada porque en algún lado escuchó o le dijeron que hoy "a las tres de la mañana" Marte se iba a ver como nunca, casi del tamaño de la luna como una pelotota roja en el cielo. Que eso no se vería otra vez hasta dentro de 150 años o algo así. Entonces nos insistió en que nos levantáramos a verlo, "a menos que se quieran esperar a la otra" (tipo de chiste característico de mi papá, que no se traduce bien a pantalla pero con él sí es simpático).
Dado que tengo la fortuna de ver a una astrónoma de renombre un promedio de 4 veces a la semana, por supuesto que le pregunté (y en parte porque odiaría levantarme a las tres de la mañana). Y me dijo dos cosas: 1) que Marte y Júpiter sí están en el cielo ahora, y se pueden ver, pero normales, como puntitos de colores (marte rojo y júpiter amarillo), no del tamaño de un balón de basquetball y 2) que lo más probable es que esté nublado. En otras palabras: que no vale la pena levantar a mi (probablemente) grumpy self a las 3 am, pero que puedo voltear al cielo en la noche buscando la línea por la que pasa el sol (em, eso suena complicado) y sobre ella van a estar.
No sé si mi papá haya madrugado para ver el cielo. Me da ternura pensar en él, todo enchamarrado y con los ojitos a medio abrir, buscando su segunda lunotota de la Guerra de las Galaxias en el cielo.
Etiquetas: loves, mi papá piensa que un huevo estrellado se parece a un arbol, not just one moon tonight...
miércoles, marzo 12, 2008
Hoodoo, jinxes and the gods
I have now read almost 500 pages of American Gods online, and at the same time I'm rereading Skinny Legs and All, so no wonder my head is currently filled with a rather large pantheon. Some gods were there before, and have been re-awakened. Some had once visited and have come back for a chat, and some are new acquaintances. Being of a pantheist/agnostic inclination ("I believe in everything; nothing is sacred / I believe in nothing; everything is sacred"), it doesn't surprise me that yesterday many of them showed themselves in different ways. First, my eyes were literally stripped bare with some awful pictures during a First Aid course and my own mortality stared me in the face until I was almost shaking. Then, there was a rainbow, which never fails to get me in a mystical mood. Finally, my witchy powers sort of backfired when I unintentionally jinxed myself. (Would that I could do the opposite just as easily).
Thinking the day over, I was wishing that life was clearer, that fate would make itself known more clearly. (Translation: "What am I supposed to do? What will my life be like? What should I choose? etc.") This made me remember: when I went to Delphi, I left an offering to Apollo: one of the weirdest flowers I have ever seen. And I asked the oracle a question...
I can't remember what the question was!
No wonder I don't get any answers.
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Anyway, a merry-faced god showed up in the midst of trouble through this:
On a map, in my car: my dad's idea of a tree seen from above. Seriously. (How cute can you get?)
I have now read almost 500 pages of American Gods online, and at the same time I'm rereading Skinny Legs and All, so no wonder my head is currently filled with a rather large pantheon. Some gods were there before, and have been re-awakened. Some had once visited and have come back for a chat, and some are new acquaintances. Being of a pantheist/agnostic inclination ("I believe in everything; nothing is sacred / I believe in nothing; everything is sacred"), it doesn't surprise me that yesterday many of them showed themselves in different ways. First, my eyes were literally stripped bare with some awful pictures during a First Aid course and my own mortality stared me in the face until I was almost shaking. Then, there was a rainbow, which never fails to get me in a mystical mood. Finally, my witchy powers sort of backfired when I unintentionally jinxed myself. (Would that I could do the opposite just as easily).
Thinking the day over, I was wishing that life was clearer, that fate would make itself known more clearly. (Translation: "What am I supposed to do? What will my life be like? What should I choose? etc.") This made me remember: when I went to Delphi, I left an offering to Apollo: one of the weirdest flowers I have ever seen. And I asked the oracle a question...
I can't remember what the question was!
No wonder I don't get any answers.
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Anyway, a merry-faced god showed up in the midst of trouble through this:
On a map, in my car: my dad's idea of a tree seen from above. Seriously. (How cute can you get?)Etiquetas: mi papá piensa que un huevo estrellado se parece a un arbol, mystical priestess moods, por eso estoy loquita, preguntas existenciales, the center of a whirlwind of magic
