Some Nobel's Novels

A week and Picture: It’s a tree. Ooooh. I really must tell you that one of my crappiest stories was based on this kind of tree, and that because of it I sense I was given a very innocent pity. I most certainly hate being pitied.

Location: Study - Wish incense would take me somewhere else - passive panicking

Feeling: blank

Listening to: Cafe Tacuba - Puntos Cardinales

Oh give it a break, I just don't see usefulness in it, its nothing but good for nothing crap! There was no pleasure, no experience, if you fail it, then, who cares a fuck?! Let it die, and hopefully my pity will have him speaking of Bach again.

I hate subtle revelations. They leave me doubting in a mental crossroads. Ever have I known of a vocation of mine, but I just can't find it. Its like that other sock you lost in the washing machine, it just vanishes, just to appear in the most unusual of places. The first vocation I ever granted to meself was that of a diplomat. I've always been a good arbiter, solving conflicts was a plus and still is in my life. Then came writing. I liked it, and well being young and all, I noticed I could make a living out of it, nice. But, when you start creating a writer from scrap, with books as disdainful as a Code from a marvelous pseudo-inventor and painter, or a series about a teenager with issues whose surname reminds me of Maria Juana [We get along well, she and me, but I just don't like her (Right now you are thinking of either the bugging you're gonna give me or a conversation that I had with myself weeks ago)]. Writing is tough for me, I have potential, but as I am human, I can be weak of mind. Jealousy? But of course. I actually find satisfaction in admitting these things. I have a very lousy and even terrible writing vocation. My writing is shit. I look at whatever I write and realize I am no better than your curious amateur. Things to save for the future will be my forgotten past? Of course, I don't consider it a total (But partial yes) waste of time. Some lost verses and only two stories are the only things of which I'm proud of. How do I know? Because I read them and notice I like them, that they indeed let me see my vocation. Anyways, why am I writing this? Because I think I know how to find my vocation. It so happens that of all the people that can come across this humble blog, my mother found it. She was quite amazed, and I just felt flattered. Then she told me something quite interesting, characteristic of my mother's seemingly eternal wisdom. She asked if I wrote for others or for my self. And I realized, i write for others. Those exceptional pieces of literature, I wrote them for me. Not intended to be seen by any others, well, except for one, which was dedicated for somebody, but that's another story. So, I must write for myself. I don't have that time right now, but I promise I'll have something by next sunday, let it be a poem, story or even a chapter. Good luck.

Hold on, does that mean I never had writer's block? Oh forget about it.

Book fair has finally begun, and although I think I mentioned some books I wanted to buy some 10 entries ago, but I can't remember and I don't want to look. I will buy 3 books (The shortage gets the best of me) One will be a Taschen art book, Edward Hopper to be precise. The other two will be novels by Nobels. Hehe...This year’s invitée is Japan, so I'll buy a book by Yasunari Kawabata called The Old Capital. Why? First, because it was the most attractive synopsis, and secondly, I just didn't like the thrashing and spoiled style of Kenzaburo Ōe, even if he’s, let's say, closer. The other Novel must be one by a Spanish speaking author, and must be picked very well, as in reading the first five pages or so. In past fairs, I bought a book based on the title and the premise described on the back cover. So it ended in books that I have christened "quixotic", because like El Quijote, I won't read'em until well entered my life. Say for example, The Portrait of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde. Too much said in so few time. In a minute of real time in the book, Widle makes you process more information that some "Y" drones have ever processed at once, system overload dude, but I must admit its quite beautiful writing (for someone I am scared to meet). Rayuela, by Julio Cortázar. It doesn't move. The first chapter spans around for some 10 pages, but in book time, no more than 15 minutes pass. I like the book to be a bit active. And then there's a book I did read, called The Egyptologist, that I read with a massive amount of effort. It took me 9 months to read it, 9 months! I read slowly, and man was that book slow and heavy. So yeah, I have to pick my books correctly, otherwise, its paper tediousness.

I have mini vacations, a nice time to relax and write before gathering breath, for the next great plunge begins.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: You, the emo/japanese geek/singer, your nickname is now "Flying Deustchman".

The Death Dance Day

A Week and Picture: Blinding Lights, Blinding Night, let’s all do the Death Dance and break havoc about the stoopid. The moon was witness, a sign? I don’t know, I just know she liked it.

Location: Study – Incense must dance – formerly quixotic

Feeling: Worried whilst asleep

Listening to: Stan Getz & João Gilberto – O Grande Amor

I sometimes think that whatever will be of my life will be a very realistic dream. Sometimes, I think it will be an irrelevant plus. The mountain range of my mind is even impossible to comprehend by myself. I wonder endlessly by it, finding very common places, or searching the highest peaks but still not understanding the horizon. Lush valleys are very present, but places I had not visited for ages tend to appear sometimes. And let's not mention the caves. In times, I feel like a genius that climbs on mental summits no one else climbs, and sometimes like someone who is mentally lost and won't make a difference. But one thing I know, I can be crazy.

Evening. I noticed that I tend to write late, but I don't think I could write much earlier that 3 or 4. A recount of a long week makes it seem very short, and that time is something that expires a lot, you just don't appreciate it because you know there's more coming. I sense I'm trusting myself, and I can't place the pinch to tell me: ''Oh fuck! Its the last trimester, your last chance to get awesome grades!!" But maybe because I gave such a wide and toxic sigh at the end of the second, or the impression that this one's eternal (20 days have passed, is that accountable? Shoot at the count of three). Well, maybe the pinch is this week , as I have the 4th block history exams (The fun part of the historic roller coaster has passed). Up to World War II and the lot, best history classes of my life. I know that history is by far my best subject and a grade under seven in this block means auto-flagellation (Not very ritualish, but God oh my, very painful yes). Everything goes into the mountain range very easily, making high summits rise even more, but the Great Depression is a bunch of gibberish that I like to compare to Sim-talk. Hey, if anybody's listening, get me a time machine for christmas. Philosophy finally got good, but when good has to come by your part, making it good is just as hard as you most utterly wish it wasn't. Math, is as always, a whole mount of crap. Only this time I have been ignoring it maybe just too much, and i worry for the first exam (When you shouldn't, sheesh). And other subjects are well, how to say this, giving a a fun loop. Lengua is as dull as ever, but the new book to read is, quite frankly, like an ancient parody positioned in this century. Latin is suddenly all about verbs, economy made me good, english is more commonly a laugh. Instituciones is Independence History, and it would seem that no studying will be necessary for the exam (remind you of anything?). And I'm giving the sports battle of my life in P.E, but, you guessed it, in the sissy sport of badminton, against who is probably the third best person in the class I gave astonishing 10-15 first set, all the class. The second remains to be seen.

Friday was Death Dance Day. What's this holiday I speak of? A holiday I created to remind my adolescence, and a milestone of bizarre friendship and the living proof that imagination is the best drug! Anyways, me and my mates [Laughing Buddha and Wandering British(Those are your new nicknames, get used to them)]. Went for coffee (Hold on, maybe it was that! Augh! Who cares...cantáaa che, cantáaa). We then went to a park, that had a mery urban sight, and then.... Imagination Attack. My God, what a stream of consciousness. I just went gaga british blabbering and awesome laughs all around. But the triggering for the Death Dance was something else. Wandering British just, ran, out of nowhere, he ran. Out of our sight and around the block. I cannot say that I've ever been so proud. I knew from that moment that we were something entirely different, and that you are something else. Welcome to weirdness. Then, out of the deshinibition, I warned Laughing Buddha and did the Death Dance. A humble and probably unintentioned mock to the ancient ones, who did war while chanting. Me, spinning and jumping, moving fast and falling down laughing. One of the best days of my life. April 18th, for the rest of my life will forever be, the Death Dance Day.

I was curious about smoking, but nah, I realized that its just crap. Don't need it.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Wandering British, you owe me money. Oh and, uh, Laughing Buddha I hate you (Ó).

Europa Focus

A week and Picture: I never thought of New York as a Blue City, it was something of a  Steel Gray City. But maybe there is something in NYC that gives it such an inspirational touch. I don't really like crowds, but sometimes, New York seems like a massive stage-up.

Location: Study - Incense has my hair - Slappy

Feeling: Out of place

Listening: Kaiser Chiefs - Ruby

Is there a state of mind between sleep and awake? I don't know, but sometimes, when the alarm wakes me up, I most certainly remember feeling wide awake. But then, out of nowhere, I wake up completely two hours later. So...was I awake? I hate my brain, it sometimes makes me think that I am scientifically insane, besides using a lot of skull space, but anyways....

I have a nasty need for new gadgets. I fucking hate that dumb thirst that is consumism, and all my need for technology (Although I am almost completely certain that if I were to be abandoned in an island I would perfectly survive with a million books and supplies.....Who am I kidding, I'm addicted to technology!) As always, my beloved (And I'm pretty sure annoyed) crowd will tell you what gadgets I want. I want of course an iPod touch, but that will have to be decontaminated slowly (remember its in the septic tank!) but I also want a new PC, a cool wristwatch, new side speakers, a LAN wireless router, and a (Want want want want, I hate feeling fucking selfish, honestly I'm very VERY sorry with you guys) new cell phone. The cell phone is number 1 thing on the list. Why? Because i need my freaking music with me a t all times. I can't take the iPod out of the house, mother would have my head (After what happened with the first one). With a music playing cell phone I can have Coldplay in the bus, Foo Fighters in recess, and Bob Dylan on the streets. (REAL TIME: It just started raining,freck yes!). I really want a cell phone. I even got the model picked out and everything. The catch is (apart from the shortage) I need to complete the money. I have gathered (ok ok "received as a gift") the first hundred thousand pesos, I need the other hundred thousand I cannot find a way to get. My only chance in the shortage is mother's will. I most certainly know that she won't budge easily, and I think I will be playing my last card tomorrow. But I'm sure the details will bore you. So, on to other matters.

Last night I saw Der Untergang. My movie making will not be influenced any time soon. That movie was one of the best I have seen in my short lifetime, and highlighting my love for history and fascination of a character so strange and mysterious as Hitler. Not to mention his terrified (and terrifying) cabinet and close people. The Goebbels where specially macabre. I have come to notice a pattern, but it's still very early to afirm it. I love European cinema, and have my thoughts about good U.S films. A wide array of my favorite movies are European (Amélie, Le Pact des Loups, La Vita e Bella, Paris Je T'aime, Das Leben der Anderen, and now Der Untergang). I most certainly will be searching for more European cinema, because it makes me think that it will shape my formation as a director and makes me want to study cinematograohy in Europa.

Surprisingly (or not?) I've run out of time, for two reasons: I don't have anything else to tell you, and mother's pushing me to bed. But next sunday I think I'll have something thought.

See you then.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: I can sense this was a boring entry, what do you think?

Sooth killed the Ego

A week and Picture: This one is a forced inspirational by me. The day of the march and of great personal sadness. Hell was the sky blue. I don't believe in signs, but this was a pretty good coincidence.

Location: Study - Incense got wet - murky

Feeling: curious

Listening to: Bob Dylan - Positively 4th Street

Sooth of the sooths, Bob Dylan can get you out of anywhere in no time, you just have to remember years that you never lived. I refreshed my music lately, its amazing how such few songs can do so much.

But anyways, to business, THIS WILL BE MY LAST FACEBOOK ENTRY, I WILL BE MOVING COMPLETELY TO BLOGGER NEXT SUNDAY. So yeah, good news.

Weather’s crazy, nasty above everything (literally) and even though I love rain, it amazes me just how prone I am to getting soaked. My shoes flood on a single puddle, and my hairs weakness leaves it flacid after the first raindrops. My feet have been cold of late, only warm in the mornings, but with nothing to share. I’ve been craving for a stream of consciousness under the rain (wishing to emulate that famous scene that I can’t remember), but it seems that Tlaloc has been as crazy as me lately, sending down hail to blind the mortals, sized pebble. I continue to feel like a young, yet aging hermit, that has so much for himself, but at the same time so few. I continue to look like a balding tomato with a goatee, my teeth keep reminding me of abandoned russian docks, and my exercises don’t seem to be working properly (Hey, I know its not something quick, but I’ve been working out for over month and a half, and just barely). While painfully and in a humiliating way I revealed myself to be a wimp, I discovered I had lost something a long time ago, probably many years. My ego. I honestly can’t find it. Not in my memories, not in my livings, not in my happenings. So where the fuck is it? (Maybe with the rest of your social failures). Well, if I can’t find it, then maybe I can build another one. I know that an ego has certain things as a base: The main thing is presence, your presence is what denotes your ego to the others, this is in good part by your physical appearance and build, if you have all of this covered, then, for most of the time, your ego is well fed and kept. I suppose I can only count my height as part of this, thankfully, most of my friends are shorter than me (Don’t forget your presence sideways!). If you don’t have much of this, yet have a large ego, the idea is to channel your personality very precisely, and exhibit a healthy, but not always large ego. CAREFUL, if you channel it wrong or abuse of exhibition, you ego might become fake or too dependent of another. But if you unfortunately lack either, don’t worry, everyone can have an ego as high as the mountains and as vast as the sea, you just need the right things. Accomplishment is an excellent stimulant for your ego, especially when it involves competition. Winning, obtaining or earning anything will give you a ego boost that can last from a single day or for more than a month. The other method is too get anything that takes you higher or makes eyes look over to you. A new gadget, hairdo, clothes, accessory of anything of the sorts let you have the same amount of ego boost as a stimulant. For example, new shoes can give you an ego boost of a max of 3-4 days, while something of a car can let your ego high for months. Combine all the factors and you might just get a large and healthy ego.

I am definitely going to get another hat. This one does leave my hair like wet cat fur and and leaves a pretty zig-zag mark on my forehead, not to mention that it its brim is too thin, and that it barely protects me from the sun. Thankfully, I still have chances before going to Spain. Once again, Mother’s wisdom has smacked me in the face, and I WILL make sure she comes with me next time. Also on my shopping list are a nice side bag, where I keep all my equipment once we’re trippin’. I had thought of an Arhuaca, but it would not be practical. Then there’s sunglasses, a trip to the States is very unlikely, so getting a decent pair will have to be here, in the streets. And then there’s the iPod touch. This one is the one that was swimmingly happily in my head, but I think I’ve decided to flush it down. Why? Draws far too much attention and the money is short. In Spain there would be no problem. Here, it would practically never leave the house, but my actual wish is to be up to date whether I’m in Euzkadi, Catalunya or Andalucía. But I suppose I could take our current iPod with me. And lastly there’s the clothing, which I most certainly hope will be a size smaller than my current dressings.

But then, two months are still do. Until then, then.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Came back to large images, I don’t know when I dozed into medium.

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.