Wednesday, May 26, 2004
the mathematics of the Kronos Quartet.
shook a leg in Austin to the beats of fellow music writer/critic dude Philip Sherburne at the AMODA event. it had been a long time since i enjoyed myself that thoroughly. abstract pictures fizzed behind me. sexy Eurotrash ladies jiggled to my left and my right.
fzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.
fast forward to my birthday party a week later (the 25th). two bottles of wine. good friends. watching the sky slide through my eyes from a rooftop. kissing pretty girls.
remembering how nice it is to be alive. it feels good to be 23, b.
now, on to study the science of the beach.
where's my lab coat....
i wish i knew more physics.
fzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.
fast forward to my birthday party a week later (the 25th). two bottles of wine. good friends. watching the sky slide through my eyes from a rooftop. kissing pretty girls.
remembering how nice it is to be alive. it feels good to be 23, b.
now, on to study the science of the beach.
where's my lab coat....
i wish i knew more physics.
Saturday, May 15, 2004
if its brown, drink it down, if its black, send it back....
something that i find utterly strange and beautifully ironic is that, at least here in the Souf, cats tend to regard Mexican culture as salsa, weird ay-ay-ay music and baby-producing, noneducated, kitchen workers. sound familiar?
yet, currently the two most interesting and popularized creative mainstream films in Amerikkka (excluding that bland epic, Troy) Hellboy and Harry Potter were directed by Mexicans. to be exact, Blade 2 and Cronos director Guillermo del Toro and Y Tu Mama Tambien director Alfonso Cuaron, respectively.
this furthers my theory that Mexico, more than any other Latin-American country (except Brazil, maybe) is a land of remixology. a country where the most pyschedelics grow, weird meaningful myths abound, and as Carlos Fuentes put it in his recent novel, Inez, where even atheists are Catholic.
so, heres to the mushy kissing of science-fiction/comics/electronic music and Mexican culture(s). and to the hope that internationalism and cultural pluralism will be the most constructive practice of protest in the twenty-first century.
and heres to these two dudes who are making all us post-immigrant peoples proud:
Guillermo Del Toro and Alfonso Cuaron.
playlist:
dj rupture vs. mutamassik- the bidoun sessions (violent turd)
ol' dirty bastard- return to the 36 chambers
philip jeck- 7
juana molina- tres
my bloody valentine- isn't anything
weezer- the green album
yet, currently the two most interesting and popularized creative mainstream films in Amerikkka (excluding that bland epic, Troy) Hellboy and Harry Potter were directed by Mexicans. to be exact, Blade 2 and Cronos director Guillermo del Toro and Y Tu Mama Tambien director Alfonso Cuaron, respectively.
this furthers my theory that Mexico, more than any other Latin-American country (except Brazil, maybe) is a land of remixology. a country where the most pyschedelics grow, weird meaningful myths abound, and as Carlos Fuentes put it in his recent novel, Inez, where even atheists are Catholic.
so, heres to the mushy kissing of science-fiction/comics/electronic music and Mexican culture(s). and to the hope that internationalism and cultural pluralism will be the most constructive practice of protest in the twenty-first century.
and heres to these two dudes who are making all us post-immigrant peoples proud:
Guillermo Del Toro and Alfonso Cuaron.
playlist:
dj rupture vs. mutamassik- the bidoun sessions (violent turd)
ol' dirty bastard- return to the 36 chambers
philip jeck- 7
juana molina- tres
my bloody valentine- isn't anything
weezer- the green album
Friday, May 14, 2004
dos.
hey, you.
in the front with the pink backpack on.
no, the other guy.
below is a review i wrote on cLOUDDEAD for Signal to Noise.
it's neat and you should look at it while thinking about other more important things.
like wine.
like Brazil.
like Ishmael Reed.
like learning Arabic for fun.
like throwing basement parties at Yale University.
woo woo.
dead dogs
in the front with the pink backpack on.
no, the other guy.
below is a review i wrote on cLOUDDEAD for Signal to Noise.
it's neat and you should look at it while thinking about other more important things.
like wine.
like Brazil.
like Ishmael Reed.
like learning Arabic for fun.
like throwing basement parties at Yale University.
woo woo.
dead dogs
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
chewing on glass.
and then there was:
listening to Can and reading mumbo jumbo waiting for warm Texas nights to never end. working on outlining/developing my novel which is going to be a literary mash-up of garcia-marquez's 100 Years of Solitude and Giovanni Bocaccio's 14th century noodlework, The Decameron. the danger mouse of novelists.
not really.
bzzzzz. bleep.
(what about a book detailing a "counter-history" of what it means to be latin-american in the twenty first century and nutso electronic music? don't steal my shit, hoez)
grad school in Austin? move to London? teach in Chile? sit in Mexico and write?
what is a young (mexican) american literature student to do?
WHHHAAAAT???
p.s. check out my reviews in this month's URB if your bored and need some toilet literature.
listening to Can and reading mumbo jumbo waiting for warm Texas nights to never end. working on outlining/developing my novel which is going to be a literary mash-up of garcia-marquez's 100 Years of Solitude and Giovanni Bocaccio's 14th century noodlework, The Decameron. the danger mouse of novelists.
not really.
bzzzzz. bleep.
(what about a book detailing a "counter-history" of what it means to be latin-american in the twenty first century and nutso electronic music? don't steal my shit, hoez)
grad school in Austin? move to London? teach in Chile? sit in Mexico and write?
what is a young (mexican) american literature student to do?
WHHHAAAAT???
p.s. check out my reviews in this month's URB if your bored and need some toilet literature.
