Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Chesty Cough In 8 Month Baby

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The last weekend I was in certain situations, experiences reminded me of the recent past. A party I attended on Friday and I put the music, reminded me sharply in recent years. He had witnessed the whole week of love that brought these friends to plan, calling well in advance of the sets lists, making gifts for attendees, sending mails, and having fun imagining the outfits of the night. Made me think with nostalgia and affection in a group of friends who saved my life during the last cycle University, which was about to break out of the helplessness, boredom and depression. We connect to share common interests around the film, video and music and the way we know it was just sharing everything, all the time. We got together to watch movies and be squeezed into a bed off the small screen of a lap top, side on the floor, or sometimes more luck, with a projector stolen. The computers were constantly dropping things and we are looking to escape the invariable points Lima dance. My friendship with Rat and Deb was born in Miami Beach nightclub, while reforzábamos our desire to have more things organized for girls, more girls djs, or just less "girlfriends." That also happened to Alan, and Jd Luis, with which, though less frequently, continue to share the new discoveries. That group has grown a lot and changed a lot too, met the vague that nickname made us too, because many more people. Electric Youth came and since then, really like a family, meet, separate, fall in love and fall out of love all the time. But since then, among them are the people you most enjoy dancing and see who really enjoy dance. So it was nice to enjoy the excitement of immersing myself in new music to get moving people want, which is something that was not long ago.
thank these guys the feeling before, during and post festival, which reminded me of those energies and that stage where the full force of 15 days to concentrate on off a single night. And that's enough, until you invent a reason to plan the next.
The next day was a concert on the occasion of the anniversary of the coup of April 5. In the midst of the trial of Fujimori, it seemed an unmissable opportunity to gossip people what he was going. The group selection was good, but eventually it was demonstrated that this was the only reason to go public. Strictly musical reasons zero awareness of what was trying to put into discussion. The audience of kids who were monochromatic at first, habitues of the center and rock in the park, disappeared after a Diazepunk and Aeropajitas chanting. And the public could be seen more typically barranquino was by Bareto, Mind, and I guess that satisfied his curiosity by listening to a slumping flashes, if not yet known, in a version far more tarnished than that due to later in Traditional Club Amazon, where they feel most comfortable puffing out his chest with a heart pro-Chinese. There were harrowing moments, as in the concert for peace in Colombia, where young people feel much more deeply the local economy, or even an abstract but powerful feeling of discontent in the air as he was years in the Champ de Mars, at the stage of Miraflores or other places where similar things were organized at a time now reveal that different.
From that day I'll take the pleasure to see the bassist Laurita Pacheco, waving his very long hair at the sound of the harp, dancing with Jeni backstage and our bewilderment at the umpire to the monster by cutting the nails in the middle of songs more toner. The intrusion of a red balloon in the middle of more punkeke pogo and my surprise at the emotion that I still transmit some Aeropajitas songs live pogueadas with friends, despite sayonara and toes stepped on, which I think was the closest feeling I had that night to the uoouoouooouooo ... Resistance!.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

How Much Does Down Syndrome Cost



days ago I planned to write about some girls who listened to talk the other day at Cascades. They were a couple of pubescent who avoided the sun under an umbrella while talking chicken flavor Norky `s. I tried to hear the rest of their conversation, but I was distracted by the image on the side: a family comprised of a mother, a father and a daughter of 19. I was curious to think the father, almost old, the body of his daughter, so beautiful. Could not watching her every now and then, until I focused on the mother arrived with a small bucket of plastc to wet the hands of the father, who never went to sea. I thought of the beaches further south and was wondering if 90 miles down mothers were also carrying water to the parents, or were people with pay and uniform. I felt lucky to be on that beach, with so many things to see and my sister beside me, commenting on what they saw each other almost telepathically.
A big wave came and knocked us around an ice cream truck, causing an uproar excited. I think people imagined a beach looting, but fortunately the refrigerator did not suffer more than the fright. People laughed heartily, without fear or staring point.
had originally thought that sounded pretty final for this post, after so long without one. But now my head is single-minded, and I can not write about what really matters to me. I can not verbalize well, so I prefer to distract me: go to the movies, read La Romana, take pictures, ride a bike and see friends. I wake up early and the day is long. Friends are a kind and want it to be possible that time goes very fast but it just the summer. Jump straight to the next, or perhaps back to the beginning of this. The first trip to the beach, the first snowcone, or before that even at the beginning of everything.

Monday, December 10, 2007

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The last few months ... A suicide









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Diego, with his girl, and met again ineffective. Wine
Martin. Reset
discman, awareness and papers, thanks to excess pisco and good times along the boardwalk.
I joined a friend who was almost in a coma and now expecting a child.
I spoke at a lecture, with an audience and microphone. For the first time the other end of the month, everything was funny and I kept moving his legs, thinking that a blanket covering me. One man said that I have "the whole world ahead." He
Kristy, so briefly that for some it was urban legend.
A man told us we were good and pure and should warn us that aliens who were seeking to improve their race, because too much technology had made them forget what love is.
I fought with a Serenazgo.
Three exhibitions opened dear friends.
two dear friends had their books.
finally present our magazine and barely noticed so much that we danced.
ate home-cooked meals made with love. (I have been feeding a lot) I asked in vain
sunrise, but ate many ice cream.
I read 3 books, one of them cried, and several films.
I met a nice workshop and helped rebuild a work 30 years later.
I caught a thief. I reconciled with serenazgo now wants me and smiles a lot. Antey