Enter Academics

A week and picture: In December, Bogota becomes a dream of light, and before you can accuse me of using clichés, just let me be stoopid and inncocent for my city.

Location: Study - Incense has a glitch - dissapointish

Feeling: relaxed

Listening to: Metallica - Enter Sandman

Hello folks, amazingly I’m listening to Metallica for a change, I get tired of my admirable neo-hippies you know.

Another quiet week. It’s sickening you know.

Going back to school tomorrow and as always academic withdrawal can give you a bit of butterflies (moths in my case) in your stomach. Anyways, that is overcome by the first class of the day, which in my lucky case, is history (fuck YES). And well you always return to school with a little sensation that you changed something. Well to enumerate the things that might’ve made the last two weeks productive, I might as well tell you that I know one of the secrets of the universe, the moonwalk (cue evil laughter) now kiddies will fear me! (They already do).  Many do not know how to do this sidewinder (I just like that word) foot work, but nyeh, I ain’t tellin’ you. In other events, I saved a very old Republic from a bald guy without a lower jaw (And I intend to destroy it in the future by doing the same thing. Oh! Remember that I told you i wanted a hat? (sure, Its down there). Well I got it! I like it pretty much, and if you’d like to see it, then look on the top of the page, or the place I post this thing originally. Its a little tight in the front, and it lets may hair looking weaker that it already si, but I like it...Although my mother’ words will haunt me whenever I use it, I’ll probably get another one before going to Spain. What else....Oh yeah, I finally saw Paraiso Travel with Nicolás, as we pacted some months ago to fate’s chagrin, and I must say that its a pretty good movie, some of the best that’ been done in the country. And finally, I guess, I found a nice sanctuary in doing literary streams of consciousness, like a good friend of mine does very often.

I’m actually out of material, so sorry a short entry. Surely there’ll be happening by next sunday.

I keep admiring BenLoka....why can’ I have a freaking video camera?

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Is the Sandman good or evil?

The Fedora Prospekt

A week(s, yeah sorry) and Picture: This one's from my archives, its the Amazon River and a surreal sunset that we love so much. I would love to have a house in the Amazon, I'll have to remind myself to get one after I win a Golden Globe (stoopidity activated).

Location: Study - Incense isn't here - ashamed

Feeling: Rushed

Listening to: Louis Armstrong - Cabaret

And two weeks later, the birds continue to wonder what happened.

Eh, well, sorry, for not writing last sunday, and well I’m not sure if I can give any excuses, but all I can tell you is that I completely dozed off. I finally finished school and was so freaking relieved and lazy, that when I realized that I hadn’ posted in time, it was already thursday. And well, there’s the crazy happenings and circumstances around the last two weeks that kept me off the hook and in a constant shift of moods.

Remember what was supposed to happen? (How? You don’ speak of anything else) It happened, but it happened wrong, and the nice things that would come with it didn’t. After the first week, I was getting very bored, not to mention worried. The weekend came without news, but situation here was getting quite critical, and we touched bottom (hopefuly it WAS the bottom) wednesday, when I had a very nasty morning. You see, the deadline to make the down payment to my trip to Spain was until noon of that day, and by around 11 o’clock, there was no possibility to pay (yes, as you might have already guessed, this is a financial crisis) and I noticed that my main prospekt of the year had been horribly destroyed. The peninsula was slowly disipating in my mind. But somehow, we activated the emergency call and kindly asked my uncle for that money. The trip was saved, and my conciusness got back in its place. Now, after that everything has gotten very soothing and relaxing, but boring. Now that the burden of school has gone away I can notice that, besides studying, I really don’t have anything better to do. I still haven’ written anything, but I expect to write some pages later this week. But in all, even if we are inmersed in this sticky situation, vacations have been good. To end this not very excinting tale, I tell you that in this week, it is schedueled (funny, I can’t really type this) that its going to half happen, but it will only give me (to be kinda precise) a fourth of the joy that it would if it happened correctly.

Now, there is something that I really want to get in the following weeks ( and that hopefuly isn’t very expensive, is a hat. Not your baseball hat (cap) but something of a generic hat. Ever heard of a fedora or a trilby? I wan’t something that seems to be in between. You see, I like hats because they make me stand out, in the weird sense, because here in Bogota, nobody wears hats casually (With notable exceptions, including Wilson Borja and the odd men) and well, I don’ really like baseball caps because they squash and harm my pride (hair). And well other hats let me keep my (covering) hairdo underneath and cover me from the sun the same. The only thing is that I ain’t got money to buy one right now and apparently they aren’ exactly cheap (my sources tell me they can go from 30 to 120 thousand pesos, and I suppose my budget is no more than 50) and it seems that all the shops are in the city center (Whoa! I almost had a typo there).

Under the danger of seeing the Spain travel prospekt dissapear, my visualizing got a strong boost when it was saved. Now I can only hope taht I can go as ready as I visualized. The hat(s?), a cool bag, nice clothes, less pounds, more muscle...(a Touch? A new camera). We’ll see. In other aspects, the goatee is growing well, but I don’t really think that a Jack Sparrow-like beard will be possible. Nyeh, I suppose I’ll be trimming it eventually, but I just want to see how long it can get.

I just discovered that Daft Punk is responsible for half of the nocive songs on earth (Hooray?).

Well, I promise that I won’ miss another sunday due for posting, because if I do I will flagelate myself so hard that that freaking albino will look like a little girl.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Easter & the bunnies, that happens when Jesus’s on pot.

Soul Medicine comes with Sweat

A Week and Picture: This one, obviusly wasn't taken this week, but I post it as a hint. You see, the thing I've been waiting to happen is related to this.  But no more giveaways, you probably know too much. It is a lot if history that, Chucho wish, awaits me.

Location: Study - Incense could use a day off - closer and closer

Feeling: Rushed

Listening to: Keane - The Night Sky

Everyday I wonder if I’ve forgotten how to whistle. I realized that somedays I forget, somedays I remember. It’s all relative. And no, it hasn’t happened.

Reverse psichology got my message and didn’t make it happen (just by an inch). So I don’t know what the fuck to do, I’ll just probably fail to mention it and let it happen by ignoring it’s inminence (Wait, you just mentioned it. Does that mean th- GIMME A BREAK).

Just 5 stinking days and I can have a break, a delightful break of this tedious two months that made my brains stir into a thousand trivia and brought me into a mental recession. Daaamn. Now I just have two more things to do and I can cry sweet freedom! I just don’t know what to do (Waaah! A bug in my hair. Happenings?). I think I would make good use of mi time by padling my boat (do I have one?). I just know that I want to exercise my ass (I will take some inhibition for me and say “literally“) off until I become a little more comfortable with myself. I noticed that swimming was indeed a good exercise, but its too indirect for my taste, although I love swimming when I’m in the mood (and specially when I have the pool for myself). I need a good exercise for pectorals (arms are on the corretc lane, thankfully. And well, anything else that might give me the capacity of not struggling while trying to pass E.P classes ( My acting persona gave me a good grade this time). Then there’s some of the pride in my life (many men’s pride really) that is my hair. Apparently, I will be bald before I hit 30 (Cue laugh track - I need to get over it). I’ll be seeing myself calling TV sales for the apparently miracoulous product from the depths of the Amazon…

Could somone spare 80 bucks? I need them to buy Guitar Hero III, why? Because I need to release some pressure on my self-esteem. The insatisfaction of not playing any instrument, which will probably scarr me for life (A quena? Yeah, I’ll have a fandom alright), I’ll never teach my kids to play their father’s instrument. Heck! A salute for those who came up with Guitar Hero, and their humane remedy. Actually feeling that I’m playing a wild tune like “Free Bird” (Lynyrd Skynyrd. No, really). Is good for you soul, seriously. And now that it’s finally available for PC, I can have all the soul medicine I need! (Cue victorius(?) laughter). The only cons are that there is no AC/DC for Guitar Hero, which I wonder why because AC/DC is perhaps the band that is being forgotten the fastest. It NEEDS the boost. Then there’s the package for the game, which of course comes with the Guitar controller, and, as you might have guessed, it is unpractical like shit. I’ll be buying it at the U.S and of course, taking it during the trip with you is very nasty (now that I think of it, maybe it isn’t that hard, just take all out of the box and take em in a bag. The guitar is flat enough). And then there’s the fact that apparently they haven’t been able to find out a way to insert custom songs into it (I must have the song I like!), they were able for Guitar Hero II, and that was for the PlayStation, why wouldn’t it be easier for the PC?

Nobody has suggested a hobby. (Surprising? NOT).

This week has a pretty prospekt, hopefuly next entry will be very interesting.

I’ve decided a deadline. By before May, I’ll totally move to my Blogger page, and will keep Facebook open at least until June, before I leave for Spain.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: This might be a little pesimistic, but I think the best years in my life are over. Or maybe just starting.

Well, a hobby and a pallet

A week and Picture: Somewhere, deep in the city, a railway to nowhere can still be found. An escape pod off the sick giant that is Bogota. I have always been fascinated by railways. Hopefuly, in some years, I'll be movilizing in a train. M.

Location: Study - Incense would make me sick - bit desperate

Feeling: exhausted

Listening to: Coldplay – Politik

It hasn’t happened yet. Shit.
I know I said it would be ready, but maybe the fact that I have prediceted it doesn’t make it happen. Well then, inverse psychology: IT WON’T HAPPEN THIS WEEK!

I’m soaked in Politik, I’ve been listening to it all the evening.

I’m surprised my studying spree is coming to an end so close to vacations. Because I am already exhausted. I still have two more exams to go [of two pretty (shitty) subjects, guess which!) Well, once I’m done with those, I’ll have a last one next monday, and I’m done. Off to vacations. Well, remember that wacky inspiration scene I had last entry? Well, I was about to start writing when they called me for something of reference, now I can’t remember what, but the thing was that I spent almost 10 minutes on the phone, and when I hung up, it had gone. The inspiration had drained somewhere before I could even grab it and sniff it intently. So I would go crazed with it and write a decent begging for a story. Well, as I myself have said so many times, forcing inspiration is a bad idea. A text is like a painting, if you take the colors and force’em to the canvas, you get Jackson Pollock, but if you have the correct source, and the proper location, you might just get a Jacques-Louis David.

I noticed, in a lunch yesterday (brunch in my case), that having a hobby makes you happy, and, as a bonus, apealing. I don’t want acceptance by any of my peers hehehe, never (NEVER!) I just found it quite soothing and satisfying. Anyways, yesterday I saw gardening, what could I do? Well the cooking is already in the list, but I don’t see it as much of a hobby. I think I lost my chance with musical instruments (I would practically kill to be able to play one), I’ll have to confort myself with my quena (Quiere que le toque la flauta? - Yeah very funny...- I’m serious!). Anything as random as pottery for example? (Ok, stop messing around). Jeez, I don’t know. Well, know for the first time in the history of this blog, I ask YOU the (non-existing) reader, to suggest a hobby for Sharkman to do. Nothing too dirty please (I just hate washing up before and after everything, it tak- Well aren’t you a pervert?).

Returning to the trip to Spain, I’ve been wanting to suggest a fund raising idea so that we may have more money. I was thinking of a Scavenger Hunt, but it doesn’t have too much of a economic prospekt. You can only charge the entrance fee and that doesn’t give too much capital to the cause. I’ve been exploring other possibilities, but I suppose it is true, making money is hard, bitch.

Hmm, after some months of a break I returned to Yahoo! Answers. I keep forgetting what good of a site it is, and well I’m Sharkman over there for anyone who might want to add me to their contact list. The avatar is recognisable enough.

Anyways, as I said above, It will not happen this week!! (Hehehe).

I abused of “well” today, didn’t I?

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: I want to dream I’m in a pet shop again, killing someone.

Letters! Jungles and Songs!

A week and Picture: The Archivo General de la Nación, the day I became a year older. A good day, and therefore rightful of this space. Perhaps the day that my photo taking spree began. I just hope it continues to be like this.

Location: Study - I need to buy incense - stoopid

Feeling: frustrated

Listening to: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Otherside

It's done!! Look y'all!!(I have to stop saying that):

http://thinkingcamilo.blogspot.com

All my past entries have been transcripted and there will be some exclusive content on Blogger, like weekly photos, the eventual videos and (hopefuly) frequent comments. Still, I still write this in Facebook, but I can see myself abandoning this page to just post in Blogger...that, I suppose, will be the (kinda) far future.

Now to business, I thought that it would be all different by now, but shit, it didn't happen this week, BUT I am (almost) totally sure that by next sunday it WILL be different, if it doesn't happen, well, then let lightning strike me [Yes I'll tell you how it feels(ticklish)]. Meanwhile, when the present could be better, the future seems so pretty (like a surreal painting). I've been visualizing the trip to Spain very well now, and what to visit and do. I have decided to take two books (one would bore me out and not be enough), and I have already chosen a kind (which I'll be buying in the fair), I want something historic, descriptive and hopefuly, about Spain, but not written buy anyone Spanish. I want a view of Spain that isn't Spanish. The other will be in English, and I will be buying it relatively soon. Probably something by English authors at the turn of the XIX century, probably Rudyard Kipling, Robert Louis Stevenson or something similar to the first book, but related to England, I'd like a book revolving around the War (The First). Still planning, just thinking I'll read on the train or when going to bed, I'm thinking of what to do the rest of the time. I'm planning a little literature log, that apart from this blog, will be something of sensorial and mental journey through the Peninsula. I don't think I'll post it here, but I still don't know how I will cope in keeping both separated (Nyeh, I'll think of something). Then the rest of the time, I'll be talking and discussing with the others, not to mention playing soccer matches or volleyball in the beach (I'm surprised at the fact that I'm actually looking forward to it). And well, I'll try to get to know my classmates better. Who knows, I might just get to make good friends.

Forgetting the trip (for now), I must say that I have no freakin' idea of what to write for the school's story contest. Deadline is around two weeks, and I haven't even taken a glance at the paper. You could say that my writer's block isn't over then, but I'm sure it is, because I HAVE written other things that I liked (the poem for example). I have remote concepts, but inspiration is short, and well I need a starting point, but nothing appears. I wish I...I wish I could had that limitless source of inspiration to feed my keys. (Entering my consciousness....NOW) Hey, wait a second...why write about the destination when I can write about the road? (Aaaaaaaaand....Illumination) I just got a good idea, maybe I should do something similar to Love in the Time of Cholera (Don't blaster the movie, enjoy the book)...Oh holy shit I got it!!!! Who would've known? Writing this thing it came to me. Oh wait? What music is good for a tropical yet romantic sensation? Darn I have no music like that? Or have I? Bob, Hans, I'm coming!!!

Haven't you had some days when you just feel like singing? Well I'm in those days, and I've been singing the strangest songs...To mention a few: Scotland the Brave (...Hark when the night is falling...), Volare (...Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiù...), Teenage Mutant Turtles Theme (..They're the world's most awesome fighting team!...), Pirates Song (...We're devils, black sheep, reaaally baaaad eggsss!!!...) and some other catchy tunes...

Well, I'll get to writing, and hopefuly in a week somehow I can show you if I've written something. But for now, good day (evening you asshole).

Next week, it will be good.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Would you donate a good camcorder to (my) charity?

BLOGGER EXCLUSIVE: Catch up

Hiya folks, yes this my new blogspot page.

As you can see, I transcripted all my past entries and posted them each with it's correct date.

To anyone who is reading this blog of mine for the first time, any references out of context (specially in the first entries) concern Facebook, where I first started this blog. So please don't be confused by them.

All this let's my blog seem more mine and private, but still much more accesible to other people. The new title is what I'm the most proud of, and the descriptions tell you something about me. If you seek my blog at Facebook, where I will still be writing it to transcript it here, just type"latin american boom authors and later" and I will be the only one in the search results.

Comments are most welcome.

Sharkman signing off.

I'd rather be in Worcestershire, doing my exams

Original Facebook Date: February 17, 2008

Location: Study - Incense is broken - filled with desire

Feeling: Anxious

Listening to: Coldplay - Swallowed in The Sea

Yikes! I almost forgot to write today’s entry. Thankfully my faithful cell phone was inside my trousers and made me leap while having lunch so my t-shirt got stained with Worcesterchire sauce (yum).

Enough with condiments, or not?

I reestructured my diet, and killed of what I noticed wasn’t a good addition to my daily meals (large amount of pasta in the evening, abuse of snacks, the rice enemy). With this regime, called ‘‘the pig diet’’ by a good friend of mine, I’ll hopefuly shed some pounds. Now, with the proximity of good times, I have taken a very large interest in cooking. Sometimes I feel I want to make my lunch by experimenting in the kitchen. But when I open the pantry and found really little stuff (if not nothing) to work with. I must admit that my greatest sucsess was a bolognese sauce that had a very nice grinded meat cooked in olive oil, three kinds of pepper, paprika and (you guessed it) worcestershire sauce. It was a darn good sauce. But still, I’ve been wanting to do the following some day: Go buy a cookbook, find a nice dish, go buy the ingridients and cook’em. I also want a wok, so I can experiment with it. I have been planning the following dish: Noodles, stir fried in a wok, with the adding of sliced cucumber, many dashes of teriyaki sauce, red peppers, scrambled ( gone crazy) eggs, chicken and beef chunks, chopped green onion and chinese roots. I can picture it as magic in a wok (But it may end as failure of the tastes cancelling eachother).

I’ll make of the kitchen mayhem.

After many weeks, it rained hard today. I have always been fascinated by rain and it has appeared as a source of inspiration. But even though my writer’s block is over, I haven’t had the time to give a decent amount of time to writing. I’m just too crammed with exams. As the second trimester is barely two months long (then why the fuck is is called trime- Don’t ask it’s a failure of evolution) and all of our exams are scattered around february. our vacations beging March the 14th (Allahu akbar, two weeks, two weeks!). But the third trimester is eternal, the only one that is in fact three months and like the extraordinary exams (I haven’t had to do them thankfully, and I won’t have to this year) were transfered to september. So we study until well entered june. And after that, it’s off 25 days to Spain, I just hope that it won’t be 25 days of me-time, but if they are, well, fine.

I’m thinking (camilo - I’m sorry, I can’t help making lame jokes) of transfering these 14 entries to Blogger and also posting there besides here, because I realized that the only people able to see this blog were my friends(26), and well, none of them reads it. I’ll find out and post my decision next sunday.

See ya then.

Sharkman, signing off.

PS: I’m almost entirely positively nearly sure that I will have awesome news in a week for ya.