Scabs In Both Nostrils

Today I came home at dawn bike after drinking, after a long time, as before. As owner of the track I felt, was mine so expertly that even answered a couple of text messages on the phone with his right hand while his left hand held my crooked wheel.
And I wanted to post something after a long time, despite the amount of posteables mental lists of things I've done in these months, especially despite this article as straw my sister sent me yesterday.
was really agree on everything, but suffered because unlike the author, yet I maintain my ability to read long texts in books, but not in the network. I never really enjoyed reading from the screen, unless extended things, and follow this article from beginning to end cost me. But it was worth to be consistent and reach the last line of my corner of my eye while praying for the bar to the side of the screen down more quickly. And then John told me to send this link with this other , perhaps even better than the first because of the brevity and the inclusion of some autobiographical emotion which as you know, I can rarely resist.
In recent years I have regained my habit of reading, largely ignored (Which he openly take responsibility for the arts faculty of the Catholic) and the material side of the matter is inseparable for me the pleasure of the action and the assimilation of what is read: from the smell of the paper to highlight and annotate the sides of the paragraphs that connect with ideas that haunt my head when I choose a particular book. Order books or photocopies of texts according to the relationships that I make between them is much more attractive than accumulating addresses in the "favorites", which almost never come back.
But delirium following the article in question and because bicycling along the waterfront in the early morning made me want to write this blog without really knowing about what.
remember that last week I write something about Los Gatos de Lima Damn, after seeing them for the first time in concert. I liked that the singer is a girl who did not appear at first impression would then have the attitude on stage: total nonchalance to push his fellow guitarist in one pogo fun and rub against the floor, but especially when dealing to sing with their cardboard box with holes placed in the head. Took it off and put back while playing a mixture of Surfing bird with Demolition, tatatatayayayaaaa instead of saying "we are the gagagagagatoooos" with those who earned my unconditional. With that and other powerful simple song, a sort of cry for independence of rage brief chanting something like "tonight I will well and you will not."
The drummer was fat and big. Bassist skinny and tall, straight out of a fanzine eighties cartoon with bandana on his neck and epiléctica energy than needed to convince when it plays "punk plagiarism." So a bit of many musicians came to my head as I heard, including Daddy Yankee for its fun cover of Break break break break it down (how we did not notice before the hidden meaning of the lyrics of punk boricua?) hidden in the vibration crampsiana took the gig in general for me.
not remember other things on my list of chosen to revive the blog with great fanfare, but to end this little improvisation, would clarify that the rule of cycling after the rich blonde, and the degree of pleasure had not been the same without the The musical accompaniment trojan reggae sisters, and the lulling voice of Susan Cadogan in the headphones.
But I have not sleep yet, break the dream state when I left Jamaica to fall into the clutches of addiction that I caught my sister a few days ago, the powerful Dinky Smash. Even I am surprised to have fallen in this way, I passed that way since Mario World.

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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!.

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.