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Barely awake enough, walking up Diagonal to a clients’ office. My pace following what sounds in the iPod. These espadrilles are made for walking and that’s just what they’ll do. O, shuffle gods, give me a good beat and let music get me there. Fast.
Moments from the weekend coming back in a probably not so random order. In the spaces between, playing with words.
Skip a step, look up.
Cloudy now, later won’t anymore,
wishing for the best.
Altough the process is precise, and can be defined in exact scientific terms, finally it becomes valuable, not so much because it shows us things which we don’t know, but instead, because it show us what we know already, only daren’t admit because it seems so childish, and so primitive.
Christopher Alexander, The Timeless Way of Building.
Tags: english, oyendo vocecillas, rayas que hablan
Think one, get two. Following the ten last songs. And not so easy at is seemed at first.
Also, not numbered, blablabla…
The Draughtsman’s Contract (Michael Nyman)
Rendez-Vous (Jean-Michel Jarre)
Bailaré sobre tu tumba (Siniestro Total)
From Paris With Love (The Skatalites)
Die Mensch-Machine (Kraftwerk)
Radio-Aktivität (Kraftwerk)
Platinum (Mike Oldfield)
A Slight Case of Overbombing (The Sisters of Mercy)
Bauhaus - 1979 - 1983 (Bauhaus)
Ópera científica (El Aviador Dro y sus obreros especializados)
Tags: english, moi même, ruidetes armónicos
The ten songs I would listen if they were the last ones I could. Or jump with in a last live, or sync to a dying iPod (I have two of these, do you remember?), or have my last drink listening to.
First discovery: I’m an AOR. Even if the list changes, the new songs would come from the same albums. Take or put one. So a second list comes after the first (quite obviously): ten last albums.
Second Discovery: the most reproduced list and the most stars list don’t have much to do with this list. So much for all work spent on iTunes tags and lists.
I won’t number the list. Just choosing ten is hard enough.
Stroll on (The Yardbirds)
Love will tear us apart (Joy Division)
Cautionary Warning (John Sykes)
Bartender (Natural High)
Kom igen Kommissarien (Slagmalsklubben)
Happy House (Siouxsie and the Banshees)
Piano Trio in E Flat Major, Opus 100, D 929, II: Andante con Moto (Franz Schubert)
Lester’s Mood (The Skatalites)
Das Model (Kraftwerk, german version)
Bette Davis’ Eyes (Kim Carnes)
Tags: english, moi même, ruidetes armónicos
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Mira, rana, no te me pongas borde, eh… que ahora voy y hago un bis, ¿comprendes?
Toy Soldiers from Alta Media Productions on Vimeo.
When a parade is not a parade, but still is. Never saw so a charming little toy soldiers parade. It leaves me craving for video in my camera, but its not the moment.
Short moments that helps me get into focus, regroup forces and hit myself back to work.
Tags: english, envidia cochina, it's war, moi même, vidioclip
On August 11, I attended a small ceremony for a British soldier from this base in Helmand who was killed in combat the day after Benjamin passed. His name was Joseph Etchells. I was told how Joseph died in a bomb ambush, and that his last request was to be cremated, loaded into a firework, and launched over the park where he used to play as a kid. When Joseph’s last request was explained, I burst out laughing and the British soldier who told me also was laughing. The absurd humor of Joseph’s request was familiar, and it was as though Joseph were standing there with us, laughing away.
As seen here.
Tags: a media asta, english, it's war
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Visto aquí.
Tags: ceci n'est pas, ruidetes armónicos
I won’t discuss any of the spanish translations. I won’t go into a meaningless rant or digression. Its english meaning just hits it today. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll get some sense of it through won defeats and go again over the top.
I know, I’ve quoted it before… and I’ll quote it as many times I need to. Perhaps as an audio loop…
I think now, looking back, we did not fight the enemy, we fought ourselves, and the enemy was in us.
Or something in the middle. Or not. WTF.
So long and thanks for all the fish, ahem… title, Herr von Manstein.
Tags: english, moi même, oyendo vocecillas
Take a letter, Miss Mars: Gentlemen, after due consideration and thorough calculations, it is my unequivocal opinion that there is absolutely, no life on the planet Mars.
Fragmento, Disney Treasures Tomorrowland.
No se si es aún posible, pero una vez lo fue. A las pruebas me remito. Ya no quedan heroínas como las de antes. El resto del episodio está más que a la altura, recomendado.
Pues si. Un buen puñado de cosas que habrían acabado aquí se han quedado como compartidas en Google Reader. Y es que es tan fácil, y el tiempo tan escaso a veces… ah, la tentacion…
¿Continúo el hilo aquí? ¿Lo paso al reader y dejo de escribir posts de verdad (sin sentido, pero de verdad)? ¿Me pongo a picarme un plugin para eso o algo peor? ¿Me fustigo un poco para aumentar algo mi disciplina?
Tags: cagontó
MANIFEST DESTINY from Darrell and Doug Waters on Vimeo.
Every time I find myself the recipient of one of these late night phone calls, tramping through some back alley behind another dark abandoned warehouse . . . Stuttering another secret password. . . Entering another hastily constructed operating room. . . Scalpel in hand, performing another indescribable procedure . . . I see another pair of eyes . . . By now in the hundreds . . . Staring . . . Whenever I try to sleep . . . Another member of an unenviable audience. . . Asking a painfully simple question for which I have no answer . . . Why . . .
Cranston says I need to “detach”. I suppose he’s right. I can no longer bear their judgment. I leave them here. . . On the table . . . As I scribble my signature on the confidentiality agreement, I leave them to their fate . . . I say goodbye . . .
A veces un corto si que vale más que mil palabras. Lástima que no pase con las raciones completas.
Tags: el horror el horror, media junkie
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