1 day until this year is over. Can't hardly wait.
So I got a printer and a desk for my computer. From me. That was Xmas for me. My friend is moving to Florida and I wish her godspeed. Wish I was up there to help her move. This is a sad Xmas and a pathetic excuse for year. Can't hardly wait for this shitty year to be done with.
Ok this is it. Kill me. Just take me out of my fucking misery. I can't stand living like this anymore. I'm counting down the days when I finally get my health benefits so I can see a doctor and get some medication. I mean St. John's Wort helps but it's not enough. I know I'm the one who got into this situation and I need to extricate myself from it. Progress is too freaking slow for my standards. I can't deal with all this bull that's happening around me. I actually look forward to work so I can take my worries away. I dread those days I'm off 'cause there's nothing going on. Just kill me. Please. Take me out. Leave enough evidence to verify that I'm dead. Lol. I seriously can't take anymore of the loneliness and the frustration. I can't take it anymore. I've been dreaming of suicides for the last few months and I know that is not the answer. I'm not that crazy but all this crap is slowly getting me there.
I'm supposed to record some stuff this Christmas with an old buddy of mine. Let's see what happens. I hope things change. Soon.
I'm supposed to record some stuff this Christmas with an old buddy of mine. Let's see what happens. I hope things change. Soon.
So someone tried to lit some c-4 on their shoes. That's insane. I'm glad that this nut was taken down and out. This world keeps dragging me down. I bought myself a printer and a stand for my computer and all the little gadgets. I'm so sad and bored right now. It's incredible.
Lord Of The Rings.......fucking hell....great movie......go watch it. Get your food and supplies aplenty. It's kinda long...
If I didn't walk away, tomorrow i would be on my way to you. Kind of funny that the best laid plans and all that......... Kind of funny the way things turned out to be. Live and learn.
Forgot to mention that yesterday I saw "Not Another Teen Movie." A good laugh had by Alberto, my sister and your truly. I also bought a printer and a table for the computer. So I guess those are my Christmas presents. :P
Forgot to mention that yesterday I saw "Not Another Teen Movie." A good laugh had by Alberto, my sister and your truly. I also bought a printer and a table for the computer. So I guess those are my Christmas presents. :P
I never thought it possible
I'm getting over you
Slowly
I'm already there
I'm sad it ended the way it did
but I'm glad I don't have the burden
the guilt, the tears
I'm sure it's the same on your side
but you have to deal with your burden too
and the fact that I left
If you call you're welcome
I still love you no matter what
but I gotta carry on
No matter what
So do you
If fate should join us again
I'd be glad
Take care
I'm getting over you
Slowly
I'm already there
I'm sad it ended the way it did
but I'm glad I don't have the burden
the guilt, the tears
I'm sure it's the same on your side
but you have to deal with your burden too
and the fact that I left
If you call you're welcome
I still love you no matter what
but I gotta carry on
No matter what
So do you
If fate should join us again
I'd be glad
Take care
If you are bored, press the links section to your left. My links randomized and you can even add your own, you lucky sods.
not much on my mind now except for having a really bad day. no comments for you... but i got a phone home now...
For the record: I think the Taliban are scum and should be wiped off the face of the Earth for what they've done to their own country for starters, but the video's kinda dubious, in my opinion.
So there's this new video around. Grainy quality that Osama appears to be taking the blame for it. Maybe it's just my paranoid self but video that grainy??? On this day an age. These are shieks we're talking mateys!!! They can well afford a good quality camera. Even if it's for surveillance and espionage. It's not that I don't buy it, but lots of things are very shady and dubious about this war. Someone wisely said: "The First Casualty Of War Is Truth".
Lack of sleep does wonderful things....
.....like giving me a 100% score on today's evaluation.
and some needed chocolates to sustain me through the day
tomorrow's word will be: payday.
By the way, the new Godflesh and Techno Animal records are the shiznit!!!!!!!
"Last Night" by The Strokes and the Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back soundtrack are keeping me happy.
.....like giving me a 100% score on today's evaluation.
and some needed chocolates to sustain me through the day
tomorrow's word will be: payday.
By the way, the new Godflesh and Techno Animal records are the shiznit!!!!!!!
"Last Night" by The Strokes and the Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back soundtrack are keeping me happy.
To sleep, perchance to dream
I've been up all night for no reason.
It's better than laying about doing nothing.
At least I can still type.... :D :P
and more flyers to feast your eyes upon
I've been up all night for no reason.
It's better than laying about doing nothing.
At least I can still type.... :D :P
and more flyers to feast your eyes upon
Maybe its the bloody pills, maybe its because I realized that it was *me* who walked out on you because you didnt get your shit together after all this time, but i am starting to feel better and actually looking forward to a better tomorrow with myself or with someone else. you had your chance and you blew it. i love you with all my heart but you had your chance. if you want to keep your distance, do it. if you want to come back, my arms and my heart are yours, but baby we had a good thing going and you failed to do something so simple. i feel cheated because all the effort and money spent on fulfilling that dream. i will live and learn and i will always love you, but it was *you* not me. if you ever reconsider, drop me a line. like i said, ive never stopped loving you. i think i never will. that does not mean that i wont get over you and move on. i will. time heals all wounds.
hopefully in a few hours i'll be home sound asleep
:D :D :D :D :D
this weekend promises to be interesting too
beau sia has a new cd out you punk!
you better dig him because he rocks! thanks to daryl for introducing me to his talent.
you better check beau sia out and worship him fool!
and now gaze upon that lovely flyer below beatch!
:D :D :D :D :D
this weekend promises to be interesting too
beau sia has a new cd out you punk!
you better dig him because he rocks! thanks to daryl for introducing me to his talent.
you better check beau sia out and worship him fool!
and now gaze upon that lovely flyer below beatch!
And our peace
is now in pieces
What else what
did you expect?
And we're nothing
and there's nothing left to do
Here it comes
The internal winter
Where innocence forgets
'cause we're nothing
and there's nothing left to do
- Godflesh "The Internal"
is now in pieces
What else what
did you expect?
And we're nothing
and there's nothing left to do
Here it comes
The internal winter
Where innocence forgets
'cause we're nothing
and there's nothing left to do
- Godflesh "The Internal"
I just want to call you
and see how you're doing
I just want to know
how the kids are doing
I know money's tight on your end
so I wonder if you want me to send
the kids some presents
I know you don't me around
but the money doesn't know
where it came from
and I don't want them to spend
a sad Christmas.
I know we're over
but don't let them suffer
and see how you're doing
I just want to know
how the kids are doing
I know money's tight on your end
so I wonder if you want me to send
the kids some presents
I know you don't me around
but the money doesn't know
where it came from
and I don't want them to spend
a sad Christmas.
I know we're over
but don't let them suffer
I want to say I'm grateful
for what I have
What I don't have
I don't really need....
Then
why do I still need you?
for what I have
What I don't have
I don't really need....
Then
why do I still need you?
I know I'm not innocent.
I never said I was
I guess it's crime and punishment
My conscience
The greatest torture of them all
I never said I was
I guess it's crime and punishment
My conscience
The greatest torture of them all
I still miss you.
I still dream about you.
I still love you
I try to get you out of my mind and I can't
I wish I could bring closure, I really do.
I know I left and I have my reasons.
You couldn't commit.
You couldn't get here.
I can't stay there.
What do you want?
Stay there forever?
Going out of my mind because I can't see you?
because I cannot be with you?
because I can only be with you for weeks at a time
Instead of the rest of our lives?
Yeah, I walked away.
But what choice did I have?
What choice did you give me?
I just want to hear your voice
I just want to know you're ok
I just want to stay friends
As we promised....
I still dream about you.
I still love you
I try to get you out of my mind and I can't
I wish I could bring closure, I really do.
I know I left and I have my reasons.
You couldn't commit.
You couldn't get here.
I can't stay there.
What do you want?
Stay there forever?
Going out of my mind because I can't see you?
because I cannot be with you?
because I can only be with you for weeks at a time
Instead of the rest of our lives?
Yeah, I walked away.
But what choice did I have?
What choice did you give me?
I just want to hear your voice
I just want to know you're ok
I just want to stay friends
As we promised....
Whether you consider him another dead hippie or a musical genius, you better recognize George Harrison, beatch. Rest In Peace.
"Good times for a change
see the life I had
to turn a good man, bad
So once in my life
let me let me
get what I want this time"
- The Smiths circa 1985
see the life I had
to turn a good man, bad
So once in my life
let me let me
get what I want this time"
- The Smiths circa 1985
Antartica will show Bedroom Techno a 2-hour audiovisual thingie on Iambica, a multimedia exhibition on December the 29th. I might be commissioned to do a soundtrack for a film. No word as of yet. My best friend (the one whom I introduced to a local goth chick) wants to marry her and asked me if I want to be the best man at their wedding. I said yes. Third time being the best man. This is starting to look like "Four Weddings And A Funeral". My friend Kitipri will be here soon. Yay!
And you thought the repression was only in the U.S. Now the local chief of police is ousted and now is replaced with the husband of the local FBI director. Reppression is back on PR full-time. Wheeee!!!!!!!!
Ten years and two days ago we lost Freddie Mercury. Personally I rate Queen among the best top ten British rock bands ever. I'm so fucking deppressed on my day off. Friday's payday (hopefully) and I'm actually grateful for going back to work. It keeps me busy. Killer shows this Wendesday though. Two things to look forward to.
Label news: the AYLK cd should be out soon. Gotta get them kids to do the artwork. I might do an Antartica installation soon too. Some audio fun and the trippy visuals will be provided by GEISS provisionally titled Bedroom Techno. Keep posted.
This one hits me with the subtlety of a kick in my nuts. I spent almost four years of my life with a goth girl with 2 kids that live halfway accross the world and it went down a few days ago. Now a few months later my fellow pal Jose, ends up with a goth chick with 2 kids. Thing is, said goth chick lives right there in Puerto Rico. Oh the humanity!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harry Potter. I know. Shut up already! ;)
Harry Potter. I know. Shut up already! ;)
I am so tired today but today's my last day this week. I need rest. Badly. I yesterday went to the Book Fair. Met some really cool people, had some wine and some hours d'ouvres. Free of charge. I'm gonna be housesitting my friend's apartment. Closer to work too. Wheee!!!
working at a telecommunications provider. it's quite fine and i can handle the usual idiocy that happens here. i'm psyched at being here, but need some companionship. now where art thou damnit?
I nearly peed my pants when I read this. Thanks to the fine, christian, righteous folks at landover baptist. Praise the Lard!!!!!!!! Of course the onion fucking rocks!!!!!!!
Ahhhh the weekend....enjoy it while it lasts. My new job will keep me working on the weekend but it's cool. I think right now it's the time to get it all together. With the benefits of this one, I think I'll take certification courses in order to get some cool shit done. Time to think and ponder and Happy Discovery of Puerto Rico and Thanksgiving Day woohoo....
This new Patriot Act scares the shit outta me btw.......
This new Patriot Act scares the shit outta me btw.......
Ok this is the part of the movie when I jump up and down with joy. I'm starting a new job tomorrow. Wheeeee!!!!!!!! Thanks for all the support and encouragement. I owe you a round to the lot of ya. Happy birthday to a little one close to me. I hope she has a blast and all my love to her, her brother and her mom, whom I wish a speedy recovery.
For the record, I'd like to state that I'm going through more of the same. I put in some applications so wish me luck or keep your evil wishes going, karma will reward/punish you accordingly. Give me a job or give me death, hold the mayo.
Still without a phone. Hassling some time on the 'net to pick up some emails. Shit. Talked to my friend Mistress Avalon and saw Agnostic Front last night. Still looking for a job. Good news though. Alfalfa y Los Kretinos will release some new shit soon. I hope.
I still dream about her. It's hard. I have to live day to day, I guess. Damn. I guess I still miss you. Lots.
I still dream about her. It's hard. I have to live day to day, I guess. Damn. I guess I still miss you. Lots.
Well I am home so things are supposed to be alright, right? Wrong answer. It appears that the lovely local phone company is making repairs in my parent's area so I'm fucked. I have to do with a cellphone in between. No net either. I'm usually at my buddy's mercy. This sucks. Welcome home indeed.
I hope my ex recovered from her operation a couple of days ago. Even though we don't talk to each other anymore.
I hope my ex recovered from her operation a couple of days ago. Even though we don't talk to each other anymore.
Here is the article about the situation in Northern Ireland I described earlier. It's a fucking disgrace when innocent children are harassed, taunted and abused just because they're from a different religion. And people wonder why I despise religious fanatics.
There's only so much I can pack and carry with me.... It's just like starting all over again. I just hope this one has a happy ending. I know I can. I know I can. Let me get a jog and a good, honest, sex-starved woman with similar interests....lol..... I can only ask for so much, right?
Added a space to place your comments, and a link to my radio station, if you care. Thought you wouldn't :D
The Hate continues....
More anthrax scares and all this pounding on Afghanistan hasn't amounted to much, innit? I mean this country's infrastructure was already fucked by the Russians for ten years and then the Taliban so it's basically pointless. Especially when the Taliban is waiting for our troops the second they land on Afghan territory. That's when the going gets tough. Or maybe not.
In Belfast, the Troubles continue. Protestants now turn their hatred on Catholic School girls ages four and up. I shit you not. Stoning, harassing them and attacking them on their way to school!!!!. I guess we don't have to go far accross the world to see evidence of needless hatred and stupidity. I also read reports on today's paper that many passengers in aircraft are taking a more offensive reaction to highjackers on plains. Understandable, but wait till the first 'vigilante' action falls upon the wrong passengers. Lawsuits can be so costly, not to mention criminal charges on assault on top of all that.
Sometimes I wonder about the human race...
More anthrax scares and all this pounding on Afghanistan hasn't amounted to much, innit? I mean this country's infrastructure was already fucked by the Russians for ten years and then the Taliban so it's basically pointless. Especially when the Taliban is waiting for our troops the second they land on Afghan territory. That's when the going gets tough. Or maybe not.
In Belfast, the Troubles continue. Protestants now turn their hatred on Catholic School girls ages four and up. I shit you not. Stoning, harassing them and attacking them on their way to school!!!!. I guess we don't have to go far accross the world to see evidence of needless hatred and stupidity. I also read reports on today's paper that many passengers in aircraft are taking a more offensive reaction to highjackers on plains. Understandable, but wait till the first 'vigilante' action falls upon the wrong passengers. Lawsuits can be so costly, not to mention criminal charges on assault on top of all that.
Sometimes I wonder about the human race...
I have this sadness about me right now and I can't help it. I've been crying non-stop and writing emails in hopes of reaching anyone.
No avail. My only reason to live is hope for a better tomorrow. Hope is my heroin, and I need a fix right now. That's the only thing keeping me here. That and the fact that I absolutely do not want to die here. I'd rather die in Puerto Rico thanks.
No avail. My only reason to live is hope for a better tomorrow. Hope is my heroin, and I need a fix right now. That's the only thing keeping me here. That and the fact that I absolutely do not want to die here. I'd rather die in Puerto Rico thanks.
Tuesday. Out of here. Back home. Yes!
I had a dream three days ago on her birthday. I was at work and inadvertently dialed her number. She answered and I told her I called her by mistake but that I wished her and her son a happy birthday. She smiled said "thank you". I asked her how she was doing and she replied "you know". I told her that I knew it was hard but if she needed me, to call me. Then I woke up crying. She still haunts my memory. I sent her a birthday card by email, but I know she's gone. Damn.
Yesterday was my last day at work. I'm up early because I have to pack and do all kinds of shit. Also moving websites. My main ISP will be gone with my move. I still have a free year of another, so it will do while I hustle for a DSL or faster connection back home.
A kiss, I am cold.......
I had a dream three days ago on her birthday. I was at work and inadvertently dialed her number. She answered and I told her I called her by mistake but that I wished her and her son a happy birthday. She smiled said "thank you". I asked her how she was doing and she replied "you know". I told her that I knew it was hard but if she needed me, to call me. Then I woke up crying. She still haunts my memory. I sent her a birthday card by email, but I know she's gone. Damn.
Yesterday was my last day at work. I'm up early because I have to pack and do all kinds of shit. Also moving websites. My main ISP will be gone with my move. I still have a free year of another, so it will do while I hustle for a DSL or faster connection back home.
A kiss, I am cold.......
War. It's like nobody expected this kind of retaliation, right? Again, this one feels so unreal like a videogame or worse. Actually the only thing we see from this war are the missiles and planes being launched. No one's on the ground or not that I know of. Then again, I have disconnected myself from it. After the reports of those anthrax scares, it's freaking me out. If this is a bioweapon, they have a sick sense of humor bordering on the crazy side. Sending it to a tabloid publication. So it reaches the supermarket and the average moron who reads them. Scary.
Ok I'm getting ready to pack my bags. I'm leaving in a week and no one's stopping me. Fucking had enough of all of this. I can't control when I'm dying but I'd rather die on my home, anywhere but here.
Happy birthday dear ex and your son. I hope your day is better than mine and hope your operation goes well. I miss you.
It's 2am what the hell am I doing up? lol. Ran out of St. John's Wort a couple of days ago. It's not going to be an easy ride. Like Wesley Willis would say: "get your ass ready for a hellride". Trust me, he knows.
Ok I'm getting ready to pack my bags. I'm leaving in a week and no one's stopping me. Fucking had enough of all of this. I can't control when I'm dying but I'd rather die on my home, anywhere but here.
Happy birthday dear ex and your son. I hope your day is better than mine and hope your operation goes well. I miss you.
It's 2am what the hell am I doing up? lol. Ran out of St. John's Wort a couple of days ago. It's not going to be an easy ride. Like Wesley Willis would say: "get your ass ready for a hellride". Trust me, he knows.
I just want to chill out this weekend. Pack my bags. Sleep. Get ready. Soon my stay here will be over. I look forward to go back home to uncertainty but at least there's family, friends and I know the territory. lol. Have a great weekend.
I miss my online friends too. Damnit. Too early in the morning. Back to bed. :D
I miss my online friends too. Damnit. Too early in the morning. Back to bed. :D
I just want to say that even though you hate me with all your heart, I wish you and your son a Happy Birthday.
There's another reason I'm leaving Trashville and i'd like to keep it private. This is as public as it gets but I believe that individuals need and deserve a modicum of privacy. Let's leave it at that.
There's another reason I'm leaving Trashville and i'd like to keep it private. This is as public as it gets but I believe that individuals need and deserve a modicum of privacy. Let's leave it at that.
for those of you who haven't read the news a deranged Croatian killed himself and five others while trying to hijack a Greyhound bus two hours from here. Like my buddy Daryl said, it's the end of mass anonymous ground transportation. The clampdown in full effect. It's funny how Dubya mentions freedom but meanwhile all this shit brings out more repression. Definetely I have no intentions of staying in Trashville, Tennessee longer than I have to.
I know I haven't posted in a while and I apologize. I know I've been grieving over my breakup way too much but It's been four years and there are things that remind me of her. I'm getting over it slowly. My friend Mistress Avalon has taken flight elsewhere again. Hope she's still within reach. BUT looks like my ass is outta Nashville. More developments when they become available.
I don't know but there are rumors that the government wants to institute a national I.D. Big Brother taking over eh? Wait, what are those social security numbers if not for ID, huh?
That and the possible retributions of a US attack on the Taliban got me a bit worried.
If you bother to care about the status of my website, and my webcasts, they're fine thanks. Just because I might move doesn't mean it's all over kiddies. Trust me Uncle Jose's got it covered. LOL.
I don't know but there are rumors that the government wants to institute a national I.D. Big Brother taking over eh? Wait, what are those social security numbers if not for ID, huh?
That and the possible retributions of a US attack on the Taliban got me a bit worried.
If you bother to care about the status of my website, and my webcasts, they're fine thanks. Just because I might move doesn't mean it's all over kiddies. Trust me Uncle Jose's got it covered. LOL.
Well another shitty day, thanks for asking. Lots of work and added to several factors almost made me walk out of the job today. The fact that I had bills to pay kept me from doing that, but I'm just looking for a better offer.
Anyway:
The feds were grounding cropdusters because they were fearful some nut might use a cropduster to spread some biowarfare weapon. When I read that something inside me just snapped. I really don't want to stay in Trashville anymore. If some conflict erupts, I want to stay close to my family. I don't particularly want to die in Trashville, Tennessee.
After morbid introspection and being deppressed for being lonely (yeah even I get tired of that sometimes), it just hit me over the head. A simple epiphany or what can be described as "a moment of clarity".
Be Grateful Of What You Have. Forget About What You Don't Have
I'll keep this in mind and I am grateful. Then again, I've never been much of a comformist.
Anyway:
The feds were grounding cropdusters because they were fearful some nut might use a cropduster to spread some biowarfare weapon. When I read that something inside me just snapped. I really don't want to stay in Trashville anymore. If some conflict erupts, I want to stay close to my family. I don't particularly want to die in Trashville, Tennessee.
After morbid introspection and being deppressed for being lonely (yeah even I get tired of that sometimes), it just hit me over the head. A simple epiphany or what can be described as "a moment of clarity".
I'll keep this in mind and I am grateful. Then again, I've never been much of a comformist.
More reports of outright bigotry and blatant stupidity. Mainly:
1. President Bush calls for a 'crusade'. Many people get absolutely pissed. Sheepishly Dubya apologizes.
2. Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson blame basically anyone who's not a white anglo saxon protestant male for the bombings. After the fallout, they deny everything and when even Dubya rebukes them and when confronted with the tape, Falwell says he's "sorry". Back to the Dark Ages, eh?
3. Three people are denied boarding a Northwestern Airlines flight to Salt Lake City in Minneapolis because they happen to be of Arab descent. They were given $10 food coupons and bumped to another airline. So much for tolerance, eh?
In a much better note, there are links on the left side of the blog. Click them or else.
Kudos to Daryl for creating help not hate. Count me in and bright blessings to you and your family. Check out his blog.
1. President Bush calls for a 'crusade'. Many people get absolutely pissed. Sheepishly Dubya apologizes.
2. Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson blame basically anyone who's not a white anglo saxon protestant male for the bombings. After the fallout, they deny everything and when even Dubya rebukes them and when confronted with the tape, Falwell says he's "sorry". Back to the Dark Ages, eh?
3. Three people are denied boarding a Northwestern Airlines flight to Salt Lake City in Minneapolis because they happen to be of Arab descent. They were given $10 food coupons and bumped to another airline. So much for tolerance, eh?
In a much better note, there are links on the left side of the blog. Click them or else.
Kudos to Daryl for creating help not hate. Count me in and bright blessings to you and your family. Check out his blog.
It's interesting how people are crying for blood but ignoring the fact that until recently the US was supporting the Taliban. Now we're going to war with these fools. Life is that ironic, innit?
I don't know what to say and what to think right now. I guess I'm in my own little world. I think I'm gonna work some songs I programmed back home.
I don't know what to say and what to think right now. I guess I'm in my own little world. I think I'm gonna work some songs I programmed back home.
Moby you are a self-serving whiny little media whore bitch. And now you backed off your statements you made after the bombing. Another case of swallowing your foot you bald bitch. Let's add another one to this fucking wimp's list. You embody everything I fucking despise about so-called 'liberals'.
Bush wants Bin Laden dead or alive and his cowboy attitude is not helping. Anyone with a grasp of geography will suddenly notice that Afghanistan is surrounded by countries not exactly friendly to the US or Dubya. Where does he plan to set up camp, I wonder? So much for the war he wants to bring to our living rooms.
Bush wants Bin Laden dead or alive and his cowboy attitude is not helping. Anyone with a grasp of geography will suddenly notice that Afghanistan is surrounded by countries not exactly friendly to the US or Dubya. Where does he plan to set up camp, I wonder? So much for the war he wants to bring to our living rooms.
I decided to stop caring today. Or rather to stop caring for people outside my immediate family. Not that suddenly I'll become this cold unfeeling bastard (trust me, the temptation is there, but i need a really good excuse). but I think the more I try to help people in need with advice and suggestions, the least attention they put to it. Fuck them. Truly. It's fucked how many times I try to help people with some advice they asked me to give and then they do the exact opposite or worse, nothing at all. Yeah I'm fucking mad now, and I'm just sick of it. So I'm going to save myself the trouble of caring. I'll try to take care of my life. Selfish? Yes, but honestly, 99.9% of the people aren't worth it.
And while I'm on the subject: fuck you you ungrateful bitch. You know who you are. I gave you my fucking life and you walked out when I needed you the most. I just paid you in the same fucking coin. All that hate and rage inside you rots whatever's left from your body and whatever your disease has not taken care of, your hatred and anger will. I'm only sorry because you'll leave behind 2 kids who have nothing to do with it. You didn't have many true friends to begin with and you just burned your bridges with me, you selfish cunt. Fine, be that way. Just don't expect me to cry at your funeral. You're already dead to me.
As much as I love and respect women, I can never understand their little moods. Some of them might be related to the hormones, others, I don't even know. If any male can safely and accurately figure women out, please holler.
You know what? Fucking right. Until now we were a generation (at least in the USA/Puerto Rico) of empty heads, no conviction. It takes something like Sept 11 to wake our collective asses off. To get up and evaluate everything around you. To really appreciate life. And with all due respect to the victims of the bombing and the fact that they were innocent people caught at the wrong place and at the wrong time, in this fucking anger and outrage that I feel, I hope we do go to war.
Why? Not because it will certainly complicate matters and will start an endless circle of reprisals and shit. Just because it will thin out the population, give us more breathing room, get people off the fucking planet and maybe with all these struggle and shit that will follow, our fucking generation will fucking grow some conviction, some balls, something other than the fucking numbed pablum that we live today.
By the way, fucking numbskulls at work here in fucking N(tr)ashville. An Iraqui immigrant got his two cars burned in front of his house, his son harassed at school and business harassed too. An arab woman almost got swerved on the road by yahoos in pick up trucks. Some islamic/arab businesses were hit by angry assholes and a fucking catfish joint in Kentucky has a sign that says 'NO CAMEL JOCKEYS ALLOWED." We need a fucking war so we can draft all these ignorant assholes and hopefully they will get their asses killed in the name of 'democracy'.
And while I'm on the subject: fuck you you ungrateful bitch. You know who you are. I gave you my fucking life and you walked out when I needed you the most. I just paid you in the same fucking coin. All that hate and rage inside you rots whatever's left from your body and whatever your disease has not taken care of, your hatred and anger will. I'm only sorry because you'll leave behind 2 kids who have nothing to do with it. You didn't have many true friends to begin with and you just burned your bridges with me, you selfish cunt. Fine, be that way. Just don't expect me to cry at your funeral. You're already dead to me.
As much as I love and respect women, I can never understand their little moods. Some of them might be related to the hormones, others, I don't even know. If any male can safely and accurately figure women out, please holler.
You know what? Fucking right. Until now we were a generation (at least in the USA/Puerto Rico) of empty heads, no conviction. It takes something like Sept 11 to wake our collective asses off. To get up and evaluate everything around you. To really appreciate life. And with all due respect to the victims of the bombing and the fact that they were innocent people caught at the wrong place and at the wrong time, in this fucking anger and outrage that I feel, I hope we do go to war.
Why? Not because it will certainly complicate matters and will start an endless circle of reprisals and shit. Just because it will thin out the population, give us more breathing room, get people off the fucking planet and maybe with all these struggle and shit that will follow, our fucking generation will fucking grow some conviction, some balls, something other than the fucking numbed pablum that we live today.
By the way, fucking numbskulls at work here in fucking N(tr)ashville. An Iraqui immigrant got his two cars burned in front of his house, his son harassed at school and business harassed too. An arab woman almost got swerved on the road by yahoos in pick up trucks. Some islamic/arab businesses were hit by angry assholes and a fucking catfish joint in Kentucky has a sign that says 'NO CAMEL JOCKEYS ALLOWED." We need a fucking war so we can draft all these ignorant assholes and hopefully they will get their asses killed in the name of 'democracy'.
I am sick of the endless parade of repeating the same crap over the television. There's a modicum of progress, but the general mood of this country is to bomb them first and ask questions later. This is really fucked up and surreal. Friday I got drunk first time in months and then went to eat some Thai food with my brother to take the buzz off. Some saturday shopping and now I'm so bored. Heh. Oh well. Tomorrow's back to the office so. Life is so boring today it's not even funny. Change is happening, albeit slowly. Ok. I'm off now.
Mientras mas leo, mas me preocupo. Los medios no cuestionan la 'version oficial' de los hechos, repitiendo la imagen de Osama Bin Laden una y otra vez. Y que pasa si no fue el? Yo entiendo la rabia y frustracion del publico por estos crimenes pero esto se puede transformar en un sentimiento anti-arabe y esto simplemente es inaceptable. Ruego que la represalia que viene no sea al blanco equivocado.
The more I read, the more I worry. The media doesn't even bother to question the 'official version' of the vents and limits itself to show Osama Bin Laden's picture again and again. What happens if it's not him? I understand and sympathize with the public's rage and frustration, but I'm afraid that those powerful emotions translate into an anti-arab sentiment, and that's totally unnaceptable. I hope that the reprisals don't hit the wrong target.
The more I read, the more I worry. The media doesn't even bother to question the 'official version' of the vents and limits itself to show Osama Bin Laden's picture again and again. What happens if it's not him? I understand and sympathize with the public's rage and frustration, but I'm afraid that those powerful emotions translate into an anti-arab sentiment, and that's totally unnaceptable. I hope that the reprisals don't hit the wrong target.
Esto es un relato en directo desde NYC cortesia de mi amiga Liza Rosa Bustos. Lean:
No fue Godzilla, tampoco King Kong. Esta vez las criaturas que perforaron las torres fueron aviones comerciales.
Era martes, la gente llegaba a su trabajo (o salia). Como son muy altas, solo se puede subir a las torres entramos (si la memoria no me falla era del 2do piso al 37, del 37 al 60 y tanto, del 60 y tanto al 102). Dado el grado de dificultad para bajar, es comprensible que despues del infernal impacto mucha gente saltara desde el piso 80 para evitar morir quemada.
Muchos espectadores pensaron que eran escombros los que caian del piso 80. Se equivocaron. Era gente.
9/11
A todos aquí les parecio estar viviendo una pelicula, los correos electronicos y las lineas de telefono atochadas...el metro suspendido y la gente cruzando la isla y las ciudades contiguas a pie...La escuela esta suspendida, nadie va al trabajo, los hospitales llenos de medicos... las calles plagadas con autos federales cruzando freeticamente de un extremo a otro la ciudad. Los noticiarios entregando la lista pasajeros muertos, las miles de historias que se cuelan por el concreto donde antes estaban las torres, en fin
Se acabaron las postales con las torres paralelas. Mucha gente va llorando por la calle. El telon es la inconfundible columna de humo alrededor del hoyo dejado por las Twin Towers puede verse desde cualquier punto de la ciudad.
A las 12 del dia del 9/11, la isla estaba vacia, las tiendas cerradas, no habia taxis, la escasa gente extranamente generosa y ayudandose, los telefonos, los peajes gratis. “Salgan de la isla”, le decian a los conductores de autos que transitaban cerca de los puentes, “Evite Manhattan”, decian los letretros a quienes se aproximaban por carretera a la ciudad.
Todas los puentes estaban cerrados, sin acceso. Y es que no era para menos. La realidad superaba la ficcion de Hollywood. Todo lo absurdo era real.
Todo parece apuntar a los fundamentalistas islamicos. Lo raro es que nadie, ni siquiera Usama Bin Laden cuya fotografia se asoma a ratos por la televison, se haya adjudicado la tremenda gracia.
Expertos del aire opinan que la certera maestria con la que los pilotos se estrellaron en las torres fue de calidad profesional. Las pistas llevan a Daytona, escuela de pilotos donde por 26 mil dolares aproximadamente se presume los secuestradores recibieron entrenamiento adecuado para tener rotundo éxito en la mision.
Se encontro un automovil con manuales de piloteo de avion escritos en arabe. Aunque nadie se ha atribuido el hecho...muchos musulmanes que viven en los Estados Unidos han recibido amenazas de muerte por telefono. Se puede ver a muchos americanos, precavidos ellos, llenando sus tanques con gasolina, temiendo consecuencias del acto de guerra y provoque alzas o escaseo de combustible.
Todos estamos bien, con pena y en ascuas. Gracias mil por preocuparse. Alguien dijo por ahí que todos teniamos al menos una persona que conociamos alli y si. Asi es.
Acaban de sacar a 7 personas con vida de los escombros, eran personal de rescate y eso ya es un aliciente. Pero a nadie se le borra el patetico paisaje, los escombros en un espacio donde todos habiamos comprado mas de alguna vez o donde muchos, incluyendome a mi, habian trabajado, la gente que nunca podra ser encontrada.
Tras esta muestra de violencia sin precedentes, muchos americanos recuerdan Pearl Harbor. Pero pocos vieron personalmente los estragos que causo el ataque japones.
Esta vez el cuento es diferente y no concierne solo a gladiadores. La victima pudo ser cualquier persona viajando en otro lado del mundo, un turista visitando, un junior pasando por ahí o un encargado de mantencion trabajando a millon para la familia.
Estan ademas las imágenes televisivas (y sin efectos especiales) las torres cayendo en picada sobre la calles (que en ese extremo de la ciudad son muy angostas), los replays de aviones cohetes, cargadas de gente aterrorizada, atravesando las columnas seguidas por la explosion infernal de fuego y humo.
Solo hay que pisar afuera y echarle una ojeada al cielo para darse cuenta que este espantoso paisaje resultante no tiene nada de televisivo, que es de verdad.
Hay mas de 15 millones de habitantes en NY, eso sin contar aquellos que visitan a diario que lo pueden ver, que saben que es real. Esto quedara, como una senora dijo en la TV, plasmado en nuestro inconsciente colectivo.
Las torres han sido arrancadas de cuajo por un navajazo del cielo empunado por no se sabe quien y aun no se sabe por que....la anonimia y el absurdo se esparce por el cielo tomando la forma de una inconfundible nube marron que al mirar hacia arriba desdibuja el rostro de los que son de aquí y de los que no.
No fue Godzilla, tampoco King Kong. Esta vez las criaturas que perforaron las torres fueron aviones comerciales.
Era martes, la gente llegaba a su trabajo (o salia). Como son muy altas, solo se puede subir a las torres entramos (si la memoria no me falla era del 2do piso al 37, del 37 al 60 y tanto, del 60 y tanto al 102). Dado el grado de dificultad para bajar, es comprensible que despues del infernal impacto mucha gente saltara desde el piso 80 para evitar morir quemada.
Muchos espectadores pensaron que eran escombros los que caian del piso 80. Se equivocaron. Era gente.
9/11
A todos aquí les parecio estar viviendo una pelicula, los correos electronicos y las lineas de telefono atochadas...el metro suspendido y la gente cruzando la isla y las ciudades contiguas a pie...La escuela esta suspendida, nadie va al trabajo, los hospitales llenos de medicos... las calles plagadas con autos federales cruzando freeticamente de un extremo a otro la ciudad. Los noticiarios entregando la lista pasajeros muertos, las miles de historias que se cuelan por el concreto donde antes estaban las torres, en fin
Se acabaron las postales con las torres paralelas. Mucha gente va llorando por la calle. El telon es la inconfundible columna de humo alrededor del hoyo dejado por las Twin Towers puede verse desde cualquier punto de la ciudad.
A las 12 del dia del 9/11, la isla estaba vacia, las tiendas cerradas, no habia taxis, la escasa gente extranamente generosa y ayudandose, los telefonos, los peajes gratis. “Salgan de la isla”, le decian a los conductores de autos que transitaban cerca de los puentes, “Evite Manhattan”, decian los letretros a quienes se aproximaban por carretera a la ciudad.
Todas los puentes estaban cerrados, sin acceso. Y es que no era para menos. La realidad superaba la ficcion de Hollywood. Todo lo absurdo era real.
Todo parece apuntar a los fundamentalistas islamicos. Lo raro es que nadie, ni siquiera Usama Bin Laden cuya fotografia se asoma a ratos por la televison, se haya adjudicado la tremenda gracia.
Expertos del aire opinan que la certera maestria con la que los pilotos se estrellaron en las torres fue de calidad profesional. Las pistas llevan a Daytona, escuela de pilotos donde por 26 mil dolares aproximadamente se presume los secuestradores recibieron entrenamiento adecuado para tener rotundo éxito en la mision.
Se encontro un automovil con manuales de piloteo de avion escritos en arabe. Aunque nadie se ha atribuido el hecho...muchos musulmanes que viven en los Estados Unidos han recibido amenazas de muerte por telefono. Se puede ver a muchos americanos, precavidos ellos, llenando sus tanques con gasolina, temiendo consecuencias del acto de guerra y provoque alzas o escaseo de combustible.
Todos estamos bien, con pena y en ascuas. Gracias mil por preocuparse. Alguien dijo por ahí que todos teniamos al menos una persona que conociamos alli y si. Asi es.
Acaban de sacar a 7 personas con vida de los escombros, eran personal de rescate y eso ya es un aliciente. Pero a nadie se le borra el patetico paisaje, los escombros en un espacio donde todos habiamos comprado mas de alguna vez o donde muchos, incluyendome a mi, habian trabajado, la gente que nunca podra ser encontrada.
Tras esta muestra de violencia sin precedentes, muchos americanos recuerdan Pearl Harbor. Pero pocos vieron personalmente los estragos que causo el ataque japones.
Esta vez el cuento es diferente y no concierne solo a gladiadores. La victima pudo ser cualquier persona viajando en otro lado del mundo, un turista visitando, un junior pasando por ahí o un encargado de mantencion trabajando a millon para la familia.
Estan ademas las imágenes televisivas (y sin efectos especiales) las torres cayendo en picada sobre la calles (que en ese extremo de la ciudad son muy angostas), los replays de aviones cohetes, cargadas de gente aterrorizada, atravesando las columnas seguidas por la explosion infernal de fuego y humo.
Solo hay que pisar afuera y echarle una ojeada al cielo para darse cuenta que este espantoso paisaje resultante no tiene nada de televisivo, que es de verdad.
Hay mas de 15 millones de habitantes en NY, eso sin contar aquellos que visitan a diario que lo pueden ver, que saben que es real. Esto quedara, como una senora dijo en la TV, plasmado en nuestro inconsciente colectivo.
Las torres han sido arrancadas de cuajo por un navajazo del cielo empunado por no se sabe quien y aun no se sabe por que....la anonimia y el absurdo se esparce por el cielo tomando la forma de una inconfundible nube marron que al mirar hacia arriba desdibuja el rostro de los que son de aquí y de los que no.
Aside from the obvious reaction to the disaster that happened today; fear, amazement, sadness. Does everyone notice that on the day that a poll is published about the economy being on recession, this stuff happens? Does everyone wonder why when the US economy hits a snag, and we have previous knowledge that an attack will be carried out against the U.S. we ignore the warning, the shit hits the fan and we go to war????
It's not like it's happened before!! Look at Pearl Harbor, Desert Storm, and now this.
My heart *does* go out to the victims and those who died today, but my questions remain.
And here for something completely different:
It was nice to hear from you
It was nice to know you still cared somehow
But then when we actually talk
You don't want to
Grow up some
I don't understand your duality
Your tantrums
Remind me the reasons
I left in the first place
Thanks for reminding me of them
I'll use them whenever I get blue
And think about how much I miss you
and how much I love you
I'll remind myself of your moods
And hopefully the blues will go away
It's not like it's happened before!! Look at Pearl Harbor, Desert Storm, and now this.
My heart *does* go out to the victims and those who died today, but my questions remain.
And here for something completely different:
It was nice to hear from you
It was nice to know you still cared somehow
But then when we actually talk
You don't want to
Grow up some
I don't understand your duality
Your tantrums
Remind me the reasons
I left in the first place
Thanks for reminding me of them
I'll use them whenever I get blue
And think about how much I miss you
and how much I love you
I'll remind myself of your moods
And hopefully the blues will go away
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel so happy
But mostly
you just make me mad
Darling
you just make me mad
- the velvet underground "pale blue eyes"
I need something to dull the pain
I need someone to hold me
To paraphrase a good friend:
"You fucked up. No overdubs. No second chances."
The damage's done. No turning back.
Sorry I hurt you, but I need you to understand.
I needed you. I could've waited for a few months but I still needed you.
And you refused to walk with me when I needed you to hold on to.
What kind of shit is that? I remember the good times and yearn for them,
but I remember also what you did to me.
My time wasted, all for you.
I need someone to hold me
To paraphrase a good friend:
"You fucked up. No overdubs. No second chances."
The damage's done. No turning back.
Sorry I hurt you, but I need you to understand.
I needed you. I could've waited for a few months but I still needed you.
And you refused to walk with me when I needed you to hold on to.
What kind of shit is that? I remember the good times and yearn for them,
but I remember also what you did to me.
My time wasted, all for you.
¡RESCATEMOS LA RADIO!
Carmelo Ruiz Marrero
¿Acaso no le molesta a usted escuchar la radio
comercial de hoy día? ¿Es usted de esos que ya no
pueden aguantar la programación mediocre y repetitiva
en nuestra radio, la mezcla repugnante de baladas
sosas e insípidas, merengue embrutecedor, rock
super-comercial, salsa monga, rap atonal, programas
mañaneros de mal gusto y pausas comerciales
interminables? ¿No le indigna el que a la gran
diversidad musical de nuestro mundo, toda la música de
alta calidad que está saliendo de todos los rincones
del planeta, no se le dé ni un minuto en la radio
comercial, y que como consecuencia hoy haya
prácticamente toda una generación de chiquillos que
creen que Ricky Martin, Grupomanía, Britney Spears y
Elvis Crespo son los músicos más importantes del
mundo?
Los programadores y dueños de las estaciones que
perpetran este crimen contra nuestros oídos nos dan la
excusa barata de que "sólo ponemos lo que la gente
quiere". Con ese cinismo y democratismo populachero
quieren justificar sus actos de vandalismo cultural.
¿A qué se debe esto? ¿A leyes inmutables de la
naturaleza? ¿O acaso no se deberá a fuerzas políticas
y grandes intereses económicos? El autor Greg
Ruggiero explora estas interrogantes en su breve libro
"Microradio & Microdemocracy: (Low) Power to the
People" (Seven Stories Press).
En la radio de Estados Unidos se está dando la misma
debacle que acá en Puerto Rico. Ruggiero argumenta que
la Comisión Federal de Comunicaciones (FCC, por sus
siglas en inglés), lejos de ayudar a mejorar la
calidad de la programación y ayudar a expandir la
variedad de puntos de vista en los programas
noticiosos y de comentario, ha hecho todo lo
contrario.
La FCC requiere que las estaciones de radio tengan por
lo menos cien watts de potencia para poder obtener una
licencia. Esto significa que hay que ser
prácticamente un millonario para meterse en el negocio
de la radio. Este requisito caprichoso evita que
grupos de comunidad y organizaciones progresistas
tengan acceso a las ondas radiales. Por ley las
frecuencias del espectro electromagnético, que usamos
para nuestras telecomunicaciones, son un recurso
público que le pertenece a la ciudadanía. Pero la
realidad es otra, gracias a la FCC.
Quienes establecen estaciones de radio dentro de los
parámetros legales tienen gastos operacionales que
pueden rebasar los $30 mil anuales (sin incluir
salarios), y por lo tanto están bajo una constante
presión para buscar patrocinadores y complacerlos. La
innovación y la experimentación, lo diferente y lo que
rompa con esquemas, todo eso se va directo al infierno
en la radio comercial. Nada de eso es compatible
dentro de una empresa comercial, porque el capitalismo
necesita crear un producto estable, uniforme y
predecible para funcionar bien.
¿Y la llamada "radio pública"? ¿Es una alternativa?
Se supone que la National Public Radio (NPR), cuyos
programas podemos oír en Radio Universidad y Radio
OSO, sirva el interés público, pero su programación es
mayormente música clásica y noticias lite. Lo cierto
es que ese tipo de programación no es de interés
alguno para la gran mayoría de los radioescuchas de
Estados Unidos. Poca gente sabe que la NPR aspira a
monopolizar los espacios radiales no-comerciales y
apoya las barreras que pone la FCC para que no surjan
nuevas alternativas en la radio.
Nos informa Ruggiero que la cosa se ha puesto peor
todavía debido a la Ley de Telecomunicaciones de 1996,
la cual le ha dado luz verde a las fusiones de
corporaciones para crear superconglomerados de
telecomunicaciones como AOL-Time Warner, GTE-Bell
Atlantic y MCI Sprint. Esta ley también aumenta el
número de emisoras que un dueño pueda tener. ¿Sabía
usted que Hicks, Muste, Tate & Furst posee más de 400
estaciones de radio en Estados Unidos? Esta firma
desconocida es la institución que más estaciones
comerciales opera en ese país. Le sigue CBS, con 175
estaciones. Cuando uno tiene tantas estaciones, no
tiene sentido en términos comerciales el nombrar un
director de programación para todas y cada una de
ellas. Es más barato y conveniente redactar una sola
lista de éxitos y mandarla por fax o e-mail a todas
las estaciones. Así se destruye la diversidad, y por
eso las estaciones acaban sonando todas igual.
Pero en Estados Unidos hay muchos individuos
comprometidos e intrépidos que se han negado a
cruzarse de brazos ante esta situación, y están
estableciendo estaciones "piratas", sin seguir las
dichosas directrices de la FCC. La programación de
estas emisoras revolucionarias, que incluyen a Free
Radio Berkeley, Black Liberation Radio, Steal This
Radio y Radio Mutiny, son como una ventana hacia el
mundo de diversidad cultural y política que podríamos
tener en nuestras ondas radiales. Estas estaciones y
sus operadores se han enfrentado a la represión
federal y a los tribunales, y continúan hoy día su
lucha para que las ondas radiales sean lo que deben
ser: un recurso público, y no privado. Ruggiero nos
presenta los esfuerzos de estos activistas radiales y
de organizaciones como la Microradio Empowerment
Coalition y el Prometheus Radio Project.
El establecimiento de emisoras "piratas" aquí en
Puerto Rico abriría un nuevo frente en la lucha
anti-colonial. ¿Porqué rayos tenemos que pedirle
permiso al gobierno de Estados Unidos para transmitir
en nuestras ondas radiales? ¿Acaso nuestras
frecuencias de radio no son patrimonio nacional
puertorriqueño, al igual que nuestro territorio físico
y recursos naturales? Si en Puerto Rico tenemos
"invasores" de terrenos estableciendo comunidades en
terrenos privados baldíos, ¿Porqué no podemos hacer lo
mismo con nuestras mal usadas ondas radiales?
¿Quienes serán los primeros aquí en nuestra tierra en
desafiar la FCC y comenzar a retomar lo que es
nuestro? ¿Quién se apunta en esta lucha?
-12 de enero 2001
Para más información:
PROMETHEUS RADIO PROJECT-
http://www.prometheus.tao.ca/
Steal This Radio-
http://www.echonyc.com/~gargoyle/str/
Carmelo Ruiz Marrero
¿Acaso no le molesta a usted escuchar la radio
comercial de hoy día? ¿Es usted de esos que ya no
pueden aguantar la programación mediocre y repetitiva
en nuestra radio, la mezcla repugnante de baladas
sosas e insípidas, merengue embrutecedor, rock
super-comercial, salsa monga, rap atonal, programas
mañaneros de mal gusto y pausas comerciales
interminables? ¿No le indigna el que a la gran
diversidad musical de nuestro mundo, toda la música de
alta calidad que está saliendo de todos los rincones
del planeta, no se le dé ni un minuto en la radio
comercial, y que como consecuencia hoy haya
prácticamente toda una generación de chiquillos que
creen que Ricky Martin, Grupomanía, Britney Spears y
Elvis Crespo son los músicos más importantes del
mundo?
Los programadores y dueños de las estaciones que
perpetran este crimen contra nuestros oídos nos dan la
excusa barata de que "sólo ponemos lo que la gente
quiere". Con ese cinismo y democratismo populachero
quieren justificar sus actos de vandalismo cultural.
¿A qué se debe esto? ¿A leyes inmutables de la
naturaleza? ¿O acaso no se deberá a fuerzas políticas
y grandes intereses económicos? El autor Greg
Ruggiero explora estas interrogantes en su breve libro
"Microradio & Microdemocracy: (Low) Power to the
People" (Seven Stories Press).
En la radio de Estados Unidos se está dando la misma
debacle que acá en Puerto Rico. Ruggiero argumenta que
la Comisión Federal de Comunicaciones (FCC, por sus
siglas en inglés), lejos de ayudar a mejorar la
calidad de la programación y ayudar a expandir la
variedad de puntos de vista en los programas
noticiosos y de comentario, ha hecho todo lo
contrario.
La FCC requiere que las estaciones de radio tengan por
lo menos cien watts de potencia para poder obtener una
licencia. Esto significa que hay que ser
prácticamente un millonario para meterse en el negocio
de la radio. Este requisito caprichoso evita que
grupos de comunidad y organizaciones progresistas
tengan acceso a las ondas radiales. Por ley las
frecuencias del espectro electromagnético, que usamos
para nuestras telecomunicaciones, son un recurso
público que le pertenece a la ciudadanía. Pero la
realidad es otra, gracias a la FCC.
Quienes establecen estaciones de radio dentro de los
parámetros legales tienen gastos operacionales que
pueden rebasar los $30 mil anuales (sin incluir
salarios), y por lo tanto están bajo una constante
presión para buscar patrocinadores y complacerlos. La
innovación y la experimentación, lo diferente y lo que
rompa con esquemas, todo eso se va directo al infierno
en la radio comercial. Nada de eso es compatible
dentro de una empresa comercial, porque el capitalismo
necesita crear un producto estable, uniforme y
predecible para funcionar bien.
¿Y la llamada "radio pública"? ¿Es una alternativa?
Se supone que la National Public Radio (NPR), cuyos
programas podemos oír en Radio Universidad y Radio
OSO, sirva el interés público, pero su programación es
mayormente música clásica y noticias lite. Lo cierto
es que ese tipo de programación no es de interés
alguno para la gran mayoría de los radioescuchas de
Estados Unidos. Poca gente sabe que la NPR aspira a
monopolizar los espacios radiales no-comerciales y
apoya las barreras que pone la FCC para que no surjan
nuevas alternativas en la radio.
Nos informa Ruggiero que la cosa se ha puesto peor
todavía debido a la Ley de Telecomunicaciones de 1996,
la cual le ha dado luz verde a las fusiones de
corporaciones para crear superconglomerados de
telecomunicaciones como AOL-Time Warner, GTE-Bell
Atlantic y MCI Sprint. Esta ley también aumenta el
número de emisoras que un dueño pueda tener. ¿Sabía
usted que Hicks, Muste, Tate & Furst posee más de 400
estaciones de radio en Estados Unidos? Esta firma
desconocida es la institución que más estaciones
comerciales opera en ese país. Le sigue CBS, con 175
estaciones. Cuando uno tiene tantas estaciones, no
tiene sentido en términos comerciales el nombrar un
director de programación para todas y cada una de
ellas. Es más barato y conveniente redactar una sola
lista de éxitos y mandarla por fax o e-mail a todas
las estaciones. Así se destruye la diversidad, y por
eso las estaciones acaban sonando todas igual.
Pero en Estados Unidos hay muchos individuos
comprometidos e intrépidos que se han negado a
cruzarse de brazos ante esta situación, y están
estableciendo estaciones "piratas", sin seguir las
dichosas directrices de la FCC. La programación de
estas emisoras revolucionarias, que incluyen a Free
Radio Berkeley, Black Liberation Radio, Steal This
Radio y Radio Mutiny, son como una ventana hacia el
mundo de diversidad cultural y política que podríamos
tener en nuestras ondas radiales. Estas estaciones y
sus operadores se han enfrentado a la represión
federal y a los tribunales, y continúan hoy día su
lucha para que las ondas radiales sean lo que deben
ser: un recurso público, y no privado. Ruggiero nos
presenta los esfuerzos de estos activistas radiales y
de organizaciones como la Microradio Empowerment
Coalition y el Prometheus Radio Project.
El establecimiento de emisoras "piratas" aquí en
Puerto Rico abriría un nuevo frente en la lucha
anti-colonial. ¿Porqué rayos tenemos que pedirle
permiso al gobierno de Estados Unidos para transmitir
en nuestras ondas radiales? ¿Acaso nuestras
frecuencias de radio no son patrimonio nacional
puertorriqueño, al igual que nuestro territorio físico
y recursos naturales? Si en Puerto Rico tenemos
"invasores" de terrenos estableciendo comunidades en
terrenos privados baldíos, ¿Porqué no podemos hacer lo
mismo con nuestras mal usadas ondas radiales?
¿Quienes serán los primeros aquí en nuestra tierra en
desafiar la FCC y comenzar a retomar lo que es
nuestro? ¿Quién se apunta en esta lucha?
-12 de enero 2001
Para más información:
PROMETHEUS RADIO PROJECT-
http://www.prometheus.tao.ca/
Steal This Radio-
http://www.echonyc.com/~gargoyle/str/
FBI's Most Unusual Deaths
Forked over by Dan Patch
Every year the FBI, is asked to investigate over 36,000 Serious Crimes including Suspicious Deaths and Homicides. Every year the Homicide Investigations Unit puts out its Top 12 Homicides of the year.
1- Alex Mijtus, 36 years old, is killed by his wife, armed with a 20 inch long vibrator. Mrs Mijtus had enough of her husband's strange sex practices and one night during a prolonged session of fun she snapped, pushing all 20 inches of the vibrator into Alex's anus until it ruptured several internal organs and caused severe bleeding. OWWWW!!!!
2- Debby Mills-Newbroughton, 99 years old, was killed as she crossed the road. She was to turn 100 the next day, but crossing the road with her daughter to go to her own birthday party her wheel chair was hit by the truck delivering her birthday cake.
3- Peter Stone, 42 years old, is murdered by his 8 year old daughter, who he had just sent to her room with no dinner. Young Samantha Stone felt that if she couldn't have dinner no one should, and she promptly inserted 72 rat poison tablets into her fathers coffee as he prepared dinner. The victim took one sip and promptly collapsed. Samantha Stone was given a suspended sentence as the judge felt she didn't realize what she was doing, until she tried to poison her mother using the same method one month later.
4- David Danil, 17 years old, was killed by his girl friend after he attempted to have his way with her. His unwelcome advance was met with a double-barreled shotgun. Charla's (the girlfriends') father had given it to her an hour before the date started, just in case.
5- Javier Halos, 27 years old, was killed by his landlord for failing to pay his rent for 8 years. The landlord, Kirk Weston, clubbed the victim to death with a toilet seat after he realized just how long it had been since Mr Halos paid his rent.
6- Megan Fry, 44 years old, is killed by 14 state troopers after she wandered onto a live firing, fake town, simulation. Seeing all the troopers walking slowly down the street Megan Fry had jumped out in front of them and yelled Boo!. The troopers, thinking she was a pop up target, fired 67 shots between them, over 40 of them hitting the target. She just looked like a very real looking target, one of the troopers stated in his report.
7- Julia Smeeth, 20 years old, was killed by her brother Michael because she talked on the phone too long, Michael clubbed his sister to death with a cordless phone, then stabbed her several times with the broken aerial.
8- Helena Simms, Wife to the famous American nuclear scientist Harold Simms was killed by her husband after she had an affair with the neighbor. Over a period of 3 months Harold substituted Helena's eye shadow with a Uranium composite that was highly radioactive, until she died of radiation poisoning. Although she suffered many symptoms, including total hair loss, welts, blindness, extreme nausea and even had an ear lobe drop off, the victim never attended a doctor's surgery or hospital for a check up.
9- Military Sergeant John Joe Winter killed his two timing wife by loading her car with Trintynitrate explosive (similar to C4). The Ford Taurus she was driving was filled with 750 kgs of explosive, forming a force twice as powerful as the Oklahoma Bombing. The explosion was heard by several persons some up to 14 kilometers away. No trace of the car or the victim were ever found, only a 55 meter deep crater, and 500m of missing road.
10- Patty Winter, 35 years old, was killed by her neighbor in the early hours of a Sunday morning. Her neighbor, Falt Hame, for years had a mounted F6 phantom jet engine in his rear yard. He would fire the jet engine, aimed at an empty block at the back of his property. Patty Winter would constantly complain to the local sheriff's officers about the noise and the potential risk of fire. Mr Hame was served with a notice to remove the engine immediately. Not liking this he invited Miss Winter over for a cup of coffee and a chat about the whole situation. What Winter didn't know was that he had changed the position of the engine, as she walked into the yard he activated it, hitting her with a blast of 5,000 degrees, killing her instantly, and forever burning her outline into the driveway.
11- Michael Lewis, angry at his gay boyfriend, used the movie, Die Hard With a Vengeance as inspiration. He drugged his boyfriend, Tony Berry, into an almost catatonic state, then dressed him only in a double sidedwhite board that read Death to all Niggers! on one side, and God Loves the KKK. On the other. Lewis then drove the victim to downtown Harlem and dropped him off. Two minutes later Berry was deceased.
12- Conrad Middleton, 26 years old, was killed by his twin brother Brian after a disagreement over who should take the family home after their parents' passed away. Conrad had a nasal problem, and had no sense of smell. After the argument Brian stormed out of the house, then snuck back later, and turned on the 3 gas taps in the house, filling it with gas. He then left out a box of cigars, a lighter and a note saying, Sorry for the spree, have a puff on me, Brian. Conrad promptly lit a cigar,destroying the house, and himself in the process .
So You Thought Your Life Sucked Eh?
Forked over by Dan Patch
Every year the FBI, is asked to investigate over 36,000 Serious Crimes including Suspicious Deaths and Homicides. Every year the Homicide Investigations Unit puts out its Top 12 Homicides of the year.
1- Alex Mijtus, 36 years old, is killed by his wife, armed with a 20 inch long vibrator. Mrs Mijtus had enough of her husband's strange sex practices and one night during a prolonged session of fun she snapped, pushing all 20 inches of the vibrator into Alex's anus until it ruptured several internal organs and caused severe bleeding. OWWWW!!!!
2- Debby Mills-Newbroughton, 99 years old, was killed as she crossed the road. She was to turn 100 the next day, but crossing the road with her daughter to go to her own birthday party her wheel chair was hit by the truck delivering her birthday cake.
3- Peter Stone, 42 years old, is murdered by his 8 year old daughter, who he had just sent to her room with no dinner. Young Samantha Stone felt that if she couldn't have dinner no one should, and she promptly inserted 72 rat poison tablets into her fathers coffee as he prepared dinner. The victim took one sip and promptly collapsed. Samantha Stone was given a suspended sentence as the judge felt she didn't realize what she was doing, until she tried to poison her mother using the same method one month later.
4- David Danil, 17 years old, was killed by his girl friend after he attempted to have his way with her. His unwelcome advance was met with a double-barreled shotgun. Charla's (the girlfriends') father had given it to her an hour before the date started, just in case.
5- Javier Halos, 27 years old, was killed by his landlord for failing to pay his rent for 8 years. The landlord, Kirk Weston, clubbed the victim to death with a toilet seat after he realized just how long it had been since Mr Halos paid his rent.
6- Megan Fry, 44 years old, is killed by 14 state troopers after she wandered onto a live firing, fake town, simulation. Seeing all the troopers walking slowly down the street Megan Fry had jumped out in front of them and yelled Boo!. The troopers, thinking she was a pop up target, fired 67 shots between them, over 40 of them hitting the target. She just looked like a very real looking target, one of the troopers stated in his report.
7- Julia Smeeth, 20 years old, was killed by her brother Michael because she talked on the phone too long, Michael clubbed his sister to death with a cordless phone, then stabbed her several times with the broken aerial.
8- Helena Simms, Wife to the famous American nuclear scientist Harold Simms was killed by her husband after she had an affair with the neighbor. Over a period of 3 months Harold substituted Helena's eye shadow with a Uranium composite that was highly radioactive, until she died of radiation poisoning. Although she suffered many symptoms, including total hair loss, welts, blindness, extreme nausea and even had an ear lobe drop off, the victim never attended a doctor's surgery or hospital for a check up.
9- Military Sergeant John Joe Winter killed his two timing wife by loading her car with Trintynitrate explosive (similar to C4). The Ford Taurus she was driving was filled with 750 kgs of explosive, forming a force twice as powerful as the Oklahoma Bombing. The explosion was heard by several persons some up to 14 kilometers away. No trace of the car or the victim were ever found, only a 55 meter deep crater, and 500m of missing road.
10- Patty Winter, 35 years old, was killed by her neighbor in the early hours of a Sunday morning. Her neighbor, Falt Hame, for years had a mounted F6 phantom jet engine in his rear yard. He would fire the jet engine, aimed at an empty block at the back of his property. Patty Winter would constantly complain to the local sheriff's officers about the noise and the potential risk of fire. Mr Hame was served with a notice to remove the engine immediately. Not liking this he invited Miss Winter over for a cup of coffee and a chat about the whole situation. What Winter didn't know was that he had changed the position of the engine, as she walked into the yard he activated it, hitting her with a blast of 5,000 degrees, killing her instantly, and forever burning her outline into the driveway.
11- Michael Lewis, angry at his gay boyfriend, used the movie, Die Hard With a Vengeance as inspiration. He drugged his boyfriend, Tony Berry, into an almost catatonic state, then dressed him only in a double sidedwhite board that read Death to all Niggers! on one side, and God Loves the KKK. On the other. Lewis then drove the victim to downtown Harlem and dropped him off. Two minutes later Berry was deceased.
12- Conrad Middleton, 26 years old, was killed by his twin brother Brian after a disagreement over who should take the family home after their parents' passed away. Conrad had a nasal problem, and had no sense of smell. After the argument Brian stormed out of the house, then snuck back later, and turned on the 3 gas taps in the house, filling it with gas. He then left out a box of cigars, a lighter and a note saying, Sorry for the spree, have a puff on me, Brian. Conrad promptly lit a cigar,destroying the house, and himself in the process .
So You Thought Your Life Sucked Eh?
Ok that's it. Fuck these bastards at work. I'm getting the fuck outta here. Take this job and shove it, indeed!
Aside from watching "Hannibal" on DVD, there's absolutely nothing goin on here. Life is such a fucking bore.
I love you cause I need you, not because I need to - U2 "Luminous Times (Hold On To Love). So true.
If you're curious as to why I don't archive my posts, I guess I'm going Gibsonian. Especially the whole concept of Agrippa. Also the last minutes of Blade Runner can give you a clue.
Gone. Like tears, lost in the rainfall or something like that....
If you're curious as to why I don't archive my posts, I guess I'm going Gibsonian. Especially the whole concept of Agrippa. Also the last minutes of Blade Runner can give you a clue.
Gone. Like tears, lost in the rainfall or something like that....
Yeah, that's me being the best man at Nuria and Rafael's wedding. More on that later. Click the pretty picture and visit their site. Back already? Ok read on.......
I flew from Trashville to San Juan via Miami. Pretty straightforward flight. Flew in on a Wendesday and decided to take a cab home to surprise my parents. It was enlightening. Three years is quite a time when you see the changes in the city. The city changed mayors in my absence and it shows. At least in the parts near my house is a bit more messy than usual. New government also so they sort of changed the bus routes. I went home and saw that it needed some maintenance. Shit. I don't mind coming back, especially since my parents are quite old, still the task of taking care of your parents and running the house is quite intimidating.
I believe in having as few attachments as possible. Little or no complications. Then again, I'm also fiercely loyal to the few people that touch my heart. My parents, among them. I arrive and surprise them. Yes, they're getting old. I got to see my foster grandma briefly. Yes, I miss them. I think of how much I would've loved to come home and introduced my ex-girlfriend and the babies to them. Oh well. I drop my bags, talk to them and then get some rest. Outside, it's raining. I guess the weather has a way of mirroring where my heart was.
It's still raining and I start making phonecalls to the usual gang of suspects to see what's up. Noel is spinning at Pablo's new bar, Candela. I'm trying to get a ride, but no dice. Shit. Jose Ramon chickens out because of the rain, but I get Andres' number. I call him and he tells me: "Clayrol is leaving tonight for NYU Film School. Full scholarship. We're getting together and I'm coming to get you." It's on.
Andy arrives with a girl and another friend. We drive to an old rehearsal studio in Hato Rey. Descojon Urbano and Hijos de Cain used to rehearse there. In the rehearsal studio are the fine folks of La Experiencia de Toñito Cabanilla$$$. They've got a new bass player, Angel, from La Murga R.I.P. We start talking and shooting the shit. They have a new CD out on Sept the 7th. Rehearsing. There's a get together at El Quenepo on Friday and aparty at Cusa's house that Saturday, which I didn't end up going. It was good to see them. I catch up with local gossip.
We head to el Cojo, a bar near a place i used to live in Eleanor Roosevelt ave. (Mondo Bizarro, that takes another story), and it's closing. No problem. We go to the lesbian bar 2 doors down. The DJ and the bouncer are the only males in the bar until we arrive. 4 guys and two girls. We head to the pool table and start a game and order drinks. Everyone's cool. I ended up at the bar talking with the bartender about the neighborhood and talking trash. Really cool.
We head back home and I missed Noel's set. It was a good start.
THe next week I spend it going to Old San Juan and running into my old mates. Chino, Berty and Rauly out of their heads. Jose Ramon and Pipo, a new acquaintance. Ran into Ivy (an ex. Long story) on the telephone. We had the best conversation in years. It was fun to hear her mad rantings. We were very civil, which was cool. I also ran into Yanira. A good friend. Wanted to see her badly.
Also hung out at the radio station on Saturday and did a show. Really cool shit. Ran into the new gang at the radio show called frecuencias alternas. Iohann, Eliezer, Angel Luis and the gang are doing a great job down there. Fucking mad props and love to them.
I also saw Alberto from the old crowd at the UPR, and some friends from back in the hood. Carlitos, Davidcito. Damn. We've grown old. "Has The World Changed Or Have I Changed?" - The Smiths. People marry, divorce, kids. Meanwhile I'm still single. No kids. Heh. Saw "A.I." and "The Others". A.I. what can I say? Spielberg added so much fluff to it. Still the love thing bugged me. Because I know how badly it gets. How love is such a motherfucker. I loved madly and deeply. Left and I'm paying the price. I wonder if I'll ever love someone like that again. Watch "The Others". What a movie. The mute girl reminds me of Lana. Looks just like her. Am I going insane? Fuck, her memory haunts me.
Also ran into Myriam. Jose Ramon's ex. Beautiful woman. Married and a baby. Damn.
I didn't get to see so much people it's unreal. I'm fucking sorry.
Played a show with Local 12 at Rumba at Old San Juan. The day before leaving. It was good to play and see some friends over there. Next time I want to do it with a guitar player. Get some more noise.
Went back home to Nashville for a day. Did something really dumb. Called Lana. Just to hear her voice, yeah I still love her but she's an ice maiden. Gone. All my own fault. Sometimes I regret leaving, but I always come back to that lovely Butthole Surfers lyric: "Well son, a funny thing about regret is, it is better to regret something you have done, than something you haven't done." Her voice still move me, but I have no illusions. It's over. I loved her and did every possible thing for her. Walk in beauty baby.
Next day and armed with a new laptop I headed for Orlando, met Rafy and Nuria and had a blast. Originally I was gonna give away the bride but I ended up being the best man. The wedding was done at Rafy's boss' home. Gorgeous house near two lake. I knew Rafy's boss back in the day where I worked in the union with them. Cool place. The wedding and reception were beautiful. Nuria was gorgeous. Everyone else was crying. I kept my emotions in check. Of the four couples that hung together three years ago. Two of them made it. Oh well. It was good to be a part of it. And Nuria and Rafy were very gracious hosts. Thanks.
We drove to the airport to find out that my flight was delayed, but if I took it, I would miss my connection to Trashville. The airline put me in a hotel until the next morning. I barely made it back to Nashville just in time for work. At the end of the day I fell asleep and missed the Bella Morte / Cruxshadows show at Club Voodoo. Shit. Back to the usual silliness.
I don't want to stay here. Not unless a powerful reason. I came to Trashville to give my then girl, the babies and me a new start. It left me broke and alone. Fuck it. Unless something powerful happens. I don't see myself here anymore. I don't necessarily want to go back to Puerto Rico. Still... I feel I'm ready for something. I need change. Crave it.
24 hours until vacation. I'm so careless here it's not even funny. A friend at work is leaving to take care of his baby. You heard me right. He's the one on maternity leave. 11 hours until I leave Trashville and I feel great. I should be in PR about 2 pm (1pm EST noon CT and 11am to those of you granola eating weirdos on the left coast). Be there for a week and then 5 days in Orlando. Hopefully it will be fun.
I do miss the prospect of going to the U.K. though. Maybe next year and then probably to visit my friend Kitipri and her hubby. I know it's August but X-mas without sending prezzies to the ex and her kids is gonna be sad, but I guess I gotta spin it into: no more money on presents and no more phonebills. Being alone again sucks. Only sometimes ;)
"What's Your Curse?"
"I Was Born Without A Conscience."
- Last Man Standing
Too bad mine bugs me all the fucking time.
I do miss the prospect of going to the U.K. though. Maybe next year and then probably to visit my friend Kitipri and her hubby. I know it's August but X-mas without sending prezzies to the ex and her kids is gonna be sad, but I guess I gotta spin it into: no more money on presents and no more phonebills. Being alone again sucks. Only sometimes ;)
"What's Your Curse?"
"I Was Born Without A Conscience."
- Last Man Standing
Too bad mine bugs me all the fucking time.
Being on St. John's Wort reminds me of New Order's "True Faith". Actually that one was based on Bernard Sumner's experiences while taking prozac. Maybe it's that or maybe the fact that I'm leaving on vacation soon. The comedown is a bitch though. Or maybe it's because I worry too much and think a lot about things. Heh.
Two gigs when I get home and another job interview on this vacacion.
There are things happening in the work front. They will sort themselves out as soon as I'm back.
Two gigs when I get home and another job interview on this vacacion.
There are things happening in the work front. They will sort themselves out as soon as I'm back.
I got scars that I don't let heal * Tengo cicatrices que no dejo curar
I got scars that I want to be part of me * Tengo cicatrices y quiero hacerlas parte de mi
Just to remind me * Para Recordarme
How much I loved and lost * Cuanto Ame y Cuanto Perdi
Never forget * Para No Olvidarme
What you've been through * De Lo Sucedido
And never repeat the same mistakes * Y nunca repetir los mismos errores
I got scars that I want to be part of me * Tengo cicatrices y quiero hacerlas parte de mi
Just to remind me * Para Recordarme
How much I loved and lost * Cuanto Ame y Cuanto Perdi
Never forget * Para No Olvidarme
What you've been through * De Lo Sucedido
And never repeat the same mistakes * Y nunca repetir los mismos errores
I want to live * Quiero Vivir
be happy * Ser Feliz
Reach my potential * Completar Mi Potencial
Live at it's fullest * Vivir A Manos Llenas
Why it's so damn difficult? * Porque es tan dificil?
be happy * Ser Feliz
Reach my potential * Completar Mi Potencial
Live at it's fullest * Vivir A Manos Llenas
Why it's so damn difficult? * Porque es tan dificil?
Todo el mundo se muere a mi alrededor * Everyone around me dies
o por lo menos la gente que quiero * At least the people I care about
Siempre crei en ti * I always believed in you
Te segui * Followed you
Te Ame * Loved you
Te Quise * Wanted you
Pero la vida sigue * Life Goes On
y no puedo esperar mas * and I can't wait anymore
o peor * or worse
La vida nos juega una broma * Life delivers a joke
Y te marchas * And you leave
La vida continua * Life Goes On
y hay esperanzas * There's always hope
Pero nada puede sistituir * But nothing can make up
Tu partida * Your departure
o en este caso, * Or in this case,
la mia. * mine.
o por lo menos la gente que quiero * At least the people I care about
Siempre crei en ti * I always believed in you
Te segui * Followed you
Te Ame * Loved you
Te Quise * Wanted you
Pero la vida sigue * Life Goes On
y no puedo esperar mas * and I can't wait anymore
o peor * or worse
La vida nos juega una broma * Life delivers a joke
Y te marchas * And you leave
La vida continua * Life Goes On
y hay esperanzas * There's always hope
Pero nada puede sistituir * But nothing can make up
Tu partida * Your departure
o en este caso, * Or in this case,
la mia. * mine.
An image is worth a thousand words
Una imagen dice mil palabras
Part of those infamous 15 minutes. Quince minutos y contando..... :D :D :D :D :D
Una imagen dice mil palabras
Part of those infamous 15 minutes. Quince minutos y contando..... :D :D :D :D :D
Last night I witnessed one of the best shows by one of my favorite bands around: Mira. They are lovely, beautiful and for those of you who like shoegazer rock (My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive, etc), it's a must. I shared this lovely show they did with Pain And Its Relief (Otherness didn't show up. Hello PDS and Daryl!) with 12 other people.
Yes, you've heard me right. One of the few decent bands that bother to come accross this stupid town and no one shows up. Then people wonder why I hate this town and the people who live here. I can't wait for one of the offers to come through and leave. Like my man Taylor said in the original Planet Of The Apes: Damn You All To Hell!!!!!! I bought one of their CD's and a t-shirt in a lame attempt to make up for their troubles. Regina and the band were cool about it because it was their last date on their tour and they played to our heart's content.
Where was the rest of the so-called Nashville goth scene (this being a Projekt band and all that)???? Except for Ichabod and a few brave souls who actually do something here, you can find them bitching and moaning amongst themselves in Dark Entries and the Nashville Goth Board while they're desperately trying to act cool and dance only to Marylin Manson on Club Voodoo on Fridays and Sundays. Sorry people, but except for Ichabod, Xin and a few others, I've lost respect for the lot of you. Bella Morte and the Cruxshadows are coming soon to town. I would suggest that you try to earn it back showing up there.
Lo siento, falta de sueño e irritabilidad me impiden traducir esto en español. Si quieren una traduccion de esto, Babelfish esta disponible :) . Solo les pido que escuchen a Mira. Si les gusta My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive y todas esas bandas, no se arrepentiran.
Yes, you've heard me right. One of the few decent bands that bother to come accross this stupid town and no one shows up. Then people wonder why I hate this town and the people who live here. I can't wait for one of the offers to come through and leave. Like my man Taylor said in the original Planet Of The Apes: Damn You All To Hell!!!!!! I bought one of their CD's and a t-shirt in a lame attempt to make up for their troubles. Regina and the band were cool about it because it was their last date on their tour and they played to our heart's content.
Where was the rest of the so-called Nashville goth scene (this being a Projekt band and all that)???? Except for Ichabod and a few brave souls who actually do something here, you can find them bitching and moaning amongst themselves in Dark Entries and the Nashville Goth Board while they're desperately trying to act cool and dance only to Marylin Manson on Club Voodoo on Fridays and Sundays. Sorry people, but except for Ichabod, Xin and a few others, I've lost respect for the lot of you. Bella Morte and the Cruxshadows are coming soon to town. I would suggest that you try to earn it back showing up there.
Lo siento, falta de sueño e irritabilidad me impiden traducir esto en español. Si quieren una traduccion de esto, Babelfish esta disponible :) . Solo les pido que escuchen a Mira. Si les gusta My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive y todas esas bandas, no se arrepentiran.
Happy Songs * Canciones Felices
Beasts Of Bourbon - "Hard For You", Ren & Stimpy Soundtrack, South Park Soundtrack
Beasts Of Bourbon - "Hard For You", Ren & Stimpy Soundtrack, South Park Soundtrack
Maybe it's just me, maybe it's because I'm dealing with the aftermath of my decision to break up my relationship or maybe it's because I've seen the killing zoe dvd for the Nth time, but there are things in life i shouldn't do, and the phrase "BUT YOU MUST" appears, and I end up doing it.
Talvez soy yo, talvez es que estoy bregando con mi decision de romper una relacion, o talvez es que he visto la pelicula Killing Zoe demasiadas veces y hay cosas en la vida que no deberia hacer, pero la frase "HAZLO" aparece y termino haciendolo.
Talvez soy yo, talvez es que estoy bregando con mi decision de romper una relacion, o talvez es que he visto la pelicula Killing Zoe demasiadas veces y hay cosas en la vida que no deberia hacer, pero la frase "HAZLO" aparece y termino haciendolo.
mi fe en el rock no ha muerto. basta con escuchar a canciones de grupos como CIRCO, the strokes y the white stripes y el cadaver que es el rockanrol todavia tiene algunas señales de vida.
my faith in all things rock hasn't died, yet. just listen to some tunes by CIRCO, the strokes and the white stripes and the patient still has some signs of life.
my faith in all things rock hasn't died, yet. just listen to some tunes by CIRCO, the strokes and the white stripes and the patient still has some signs of life.
It's kind of interesting
like watching a car wreck
but you're in it too
Trying to let go
Trying to ease the pain
Trying to get by
And remember that
you wanted this
you asked for it
now deal with it
like watching a car wreck
but you're in it too
Trying to let go
Trying to ease the pain
Trying to get by
And remember that
you wanted this
you asked for it
now deal with it
happy thoughts * pensamientos felices
quotes for my headstone * citas para mi lapida
wish you were here
be right back
shut up, i'm sleeping
ring the bell for service
quotes for my headstone * citas para mi lapida
wish you were here
be right back
shut up, i'm sleeping
ring the bell for service
"I've been crowned by sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned in black
Now I abdicate"
- Rowland S. Howard
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned in black
Now I abdicate"
- Rowland S. Howard
A Mi Reflejo * To My Reflection
Esto duele pero despues de cuatro años solo tengo que decir: basta y lo siento. El Sueño ha muerto. Cuidate Mucho.
This hurts but after four years I have to say: stop and i'm sorry. The Dream is dead. Walk In Beauty.
Esto duele pero despues de cuatro años solo tengo que decir: basta y lo siento. El Sueño ha muerto. Cuidate Mucho.
This hurts but after four years I have to say: stop and i'm sorry. The Dream is dead. Walk In Beauty.
happy thoughts * pensamientos felices
"language is a virus"
"exterminate all rational thought"
william s. burroughs
"language is a virus"
"exterminate all rational thought"
william s. burroughs
Actually, happiness is blasting a Butthole Surfers CD at work with the following titles:
Otro momento feliz es tocar a todo volumen un CD de los Butthole Surfers con las siguientes canciones:
Alcohol
Booze Tobacco Dope Pussy Cars
Butthole Surfers Theme Song
Dancing Fool
Dog Inside Your Body
Dust Devil
Goofy's Concern
Hurdy Gurdy Man
Kuntz
Moving To Florida
Pepper
Some Dispute Over T-Shirt Sales
Something
Sweatloaf
The Annoying Song
The Lord Is A Monkey
They Came In
U.S.S.A.
Who Was In My Room Last Night?
You Don't Know Me
Yes I played these sacred hymns at full blast in my office. The company's president's and my boss's offices are right within earshot. I don't fucking care. I've had enought of this Mickey Mouse Bullshit........
Si. Puse estos himnos sagrados a todo volumen en mi trabajo. Las oficinas del presidente de la compañia y las de mi jefe estaban cerca. Ya no me importa un carajo. Ya tengo bastante con esta mierda......
Otro momento feliz es tocar a todo volumen un CD de los Butthole Surfers con las siguientes canciones:
Alcohol
Booze Tobacco Dope Pussy Cars
Butthole Surfers Theme Song
Dancing Fool
Dog Inside Your Body
Dust Devil
Goofy's Concern
Hurdy Gurdy Man
Kuntz
Moving To Florida
Pepper
Some Dispute Over T-Shirt Sales
Something
Sweatloaf
The Annoying Song
The Lord Is A Monkey
They Came In
U.S.S.A.
Who Was In My Room Last Night?
You Don't Know Me
Yes I played these sacred hymns at full blast in my office. The company's president's and my boss's offices are right within earshot. I don't fucking care. I've had enought of this Mickey Mouse Bullshit........
Si. Puse estos himnos sagrados a todo volumen en mi trabajo. Las oficinas del presidente de la compañia y las de mi jefe estaban cerca. Ya no me importa un carajo. Ya tengo bastante con esta mierda......
It's all good D! Happiness is finding and reading a copy of "City Come A Walkin'" by John Shirley. The first cyberpunk novel predating Neuromancer.
Esta bueno pero la felicidad es encontrar y leer una copia de "City Come A Walkin'" de John Shirley. La primera novela cyberpunk. Publicada mucho antes que Neuromancer
Esta bueno pero la felicidad es encontrar y leer una copia de "City Come A Walkin'" de John Shirley. La primera novela cyberpunk. Publicada mucho antes que Neuromancer
Planet of The Apes wasn't that bad if not for the hastily done end and some holes in the plot. My friend summed it up as this: Tim Burton should've stick to animation and only be a set designer.
El Planeta de Los Simios no estaba tan mal excepto por los crateres en la trama y el final fue hecho a la ligera. Un amigo lo resumio de la siguiente manera: Tim Burton deberia concentrarse en la animacion y diseñar sets.
El Planeta de Los Simios no estaba tan mal excepto por los crateres en la trama y el final fue hecho a la ligera. Un amigo lo resumio de la siguiente manera: Tim Burton deberia concentrarse en la animacion y diseñar sets.
sleep is a privilege i've been denied for now. sanity went out the window. what a great way to start my week.
today's personal playlist:
concrete blonde - everybody knows
curve - want more need less
depeche mode - rush (live)
garbabe - #1 crush
les thugs - i love you so
love and rockets - dog end of a day gone by
nick cave and the bad seeds - the ship song
red lorry yellow lorry - heaven
th faith healers - reptile smile
the wolfgang press - raintime
tindersticks - el diablo en el ojo
tricky - christiansands
unkle (featuring richard ashcroft) - lonely soul
velvet underground - pale blue eyes
.....enjoy........
concrete blonde - everybody knows
curve - want more need less
depeche mode - rush (live)
garbabe - #1 crush
les thugs - i love you so
love and rockets - dog end of a day gone by
nick cave and the bad seeds - the ship song
red lorry yellow lorry - heaven
th faith healers - reptile smile
the wolfgang press - raintime
tindersticks - el diablo en el ojo
tricky - christiansands
unkle (featuring richard ashcroft) - lonely soul
velvet underground - pale blue eyes
.....enjoy........
popu hombre where are you? jorge here just to say hi. we may go to nashville in the spring! let's have a gig.
Preguntas, preocupaciones y estupideces, tirenme un email o escribanlo aqui
Questions, Existencial Querys and general stupidity can be dealt with via email or write them here
Questions, Existencial Querys and general stupidity can be dealt with via email or write them here
A new version Planet of The Apes starts today. The original was released on the year I was born. I'm afraid this new version will be devoid of the meaning of the novel and devoid of the meaning of the original film. Marky Mark's starring in it. Tim Burton directing. I don't know which one is scarier. This one or the version that Oliver Stone was going to do starring Arnold Scharwzenneger. YU FILTHY APE!!! Descojon Urbano wrote a song about Planet of The Apes called "Linea Recta"
La nueva version de El Planeta De Los Simios estrena hoy. La original salio en el año en que naci. Y tengo miedo que esta no tendra los mensajes ni los subtextos de la original. Sabian que Oliver Stone iba a hacer una version de esta pelicula con Arnold Schwarzeneger. MALDITIOS SIMIOS!!!!! Hace mucho tiempo Descojon Urbano escribio una cancion llamada Linea Recta (Al Planeta De Los Simios)
La nueva version de El Planeta De Los Simios estrena hoy. La original salio en el año en que naci. Y tengo miedo que esta no tendra los mensajes ni los subtextos de la original. Sabian que Oliver Stone iba a hacer una version de esta pelicula con Arnold Schwarzeneger. MALDITIOS SIMIOS!!!!! Hace mucho tiempo Descojon Urbano escribio una cancion llamada Linea Recta (Al Planeta De Los Simios)
Yo pimpdaddysupreme! You gave me the invitation, so you're paying the first round damn you!!!! You're such a media whore man :). But seriously, check out his sites. The man's a true audio superhero. Where's Matt the PM?????
For those interested who don't know, check out the dictionaraoke website. Several members of a certain Negativland online fan group, made the dictionary sing your favorite songs. Go download now! For more fun check out the Workeshoppe Radio Phonik Website. Or my personal site(that isn't finished) www.pimpdaddysupreme.com.
Is that what you mean't by "here's your 15 minutes"? When we gonna go get drunk and pick up the ladies?
Is that what you mean't by "here's your 15 minutes"? When we gonna go get drunk and pick up the ladies?
*****what's playing on my stereo / lo que estoy tocando en mi estereo*********
t-rex, placebo, james brown, barry white, the meters, ohgr, godspeed you black emperor!, darren price, underground resistance, la gusana ciega, nick cave, concrete blonde, the wolfgang press..........
oficialmente segun una compañera de trabajo soy "mr. gloom and doom". quiero dedicarle este premio a......
officially according to my co-worker i am mr. gloom and doom. "i'd like to thank the academy for......."
t-rex, placebo, james brown, barry white, the meters, ohgr, godspeed you black emperor!, darren price, underground resistance, la gusana ciega, nick cave, concrete blonde, the wolfgang press..........
oficialmente segun una compañera de trabajo soy "mr. gloom and doom". quiero dedicarle este premio a......
officially according to my co-worker i am mr. gloom and doom. "i'd like to thank the academy for......."
Yo pimpdaddy! Here's your 15 minutes!!!!! The rest of you: click the link below:
En el enlace de abajo estan los 15 minutos de pimpdaddysupreme. Chequeenlo:
http://www.npr.org/ramfiles/wesat/20010623.wesat.07.ram
En el enlace de abajo estan los 15 minutos de pimpdaddysupreme. Chequeenlo:
http://www.npr.org/ramfiles/wesat/20010623.wesat.07.ram
More like a record label pimpdaddysupreme! He's a superhero based on murfreesboro, TN. He has awesome superpowers and fights for truth, justice and........you get the idea. This is my label's site O Pimped One!
Man hisself? Westfallen bastard? Where am I? The last thing I remember was being raunchy in some sleazy motel with a mom and daughter combo and a half a bottle of pure grain alcohol! Now everything is foggy, I can't find my keys, and everything is text! Where am I?
P.S. Have you started a record store?
-Pimpdaddysupreme
P.S. Have you started a record store?
-Pimpdaddysupreme
Aaliyah. DAMN! heheeheheh... Por si a alguien le interesa lo ultimo que he escuchado es a Laya Fisher (tremenda chica. chequeenla en http://www.layafisher.com), Curve (Open Day At THe Hate Fest. Un disco de edicion limitada)Corporate Avenger y el ultimo disco de Third Eye Foundation. Voy a extrañar a TEF.
Aaliyah. Damn :) If anyone care's the latest I've heard is from Laya Fisher (brilliant! check her out at http://www.layafisher.com), the latest from Curve (Open Day At The Hate Fest. A limited edition disc, btw), Corporate Avenger and the last Third Eye Foundation record. I'm gonna miss TEF
Aaliyah. Damn :) If anyone care's the latest I've heard is from Laya Fisher (brilliant! check her out at http://www.layafisher.com), the latest from Curve (Open Day At The Hate Fest. A limited edition disc, btw), Corporate Avenger and the last Third Eye Foundation record. I'm gonna miss TEF
Hola. Quiero mandar saludos a todo aquel que me conosca y se lo meresca :) ya PRONTO estare trabajando para el cd de Lágrima nuevo... tendra muchas cosas que nadie se espera, eso lo puedo asegurar. Y termino diciendo (por ahora) que el cd de Aaliyaj nuevo vale la pena. (pero no piensen que mi cd sera asi....) anyway, luego vuelvo cuando tenga algo "importante" que decir
Bienvenido Mr. Brain! El es uno de los invitados especiales a esta pagina. Espero que disfruten de sus observaciones.
Welcome Mr. Brain! He's one of the special guests I talked to you about. I hope you enjoy his peculiar observations. On with the show.
Welcome Mr. Brain! He's one of the special guests I talked to you about. I hope you enjoy his peculiar observations. On with the show.
COOL FUCKIN' SITE!!!!
I COULD BURN THIS PLACE!!!!
But I feel much better, now that I've lost all hope...
Keep it Up!!!
I COULD BURN THIS PLACE!!!!
But I feel much better, now that I've lost all hope...
Keep it Up!!!
Para empezar quiero comenzar recomendando un disco de la escena local en Puerto Rico. El compilado "Disparando Con Sonica" esta demasiado. Tiene temas de Unidos No, Distorcion Rebelde, Tropiezo y Los Lacteos. Este compilado demuestra la evolucion, madurez y la conviccion del punk y el hardcore moderno. Este es un disco esencial. $10 asi que no te quejes. Si quieres una copia, comunicate con nosotros.
Raymond ya te voy a enviar la camisa. Perdona por la jodia tardanza. Alfalfa y Los Kretinos ya son parte de la 'gran familia' de Rojo y Negro. Bienvenidos. Ahora si estan jodios. Broma.
Let's start by reccomending a record of Puerto Rico's local scene. The "Disparando Con Sonica" compilation rocks! It has songs from bands like Unidos No, Distorcion Rebelde, Tropiezo & Los Lacteos. This compilation demonstrate the evolution, maturity and conviction of today's punk and hardcore bands. Essential. It's only $10 so don't complain. Talk to us and we can hook you up with one.
Raymond I promise to send you the t-shirt, really. Sorry for the fucking delay. Let's give a big warm welcome Alfalfa y Los Kretinos to the Rojo y Negro 'family'. Now you're fucked. Kidding.
Raymond ya te voy a enviar la camisa. Perdona por la jodia tardanza. Alfalfa y Los Kretinos ya son parte de la 'gran familia' de Rojo y Negro. Bienvenidos. Ahora si estan jodios. Broma.
Let's start by reccomending a record of Puerto Rico's local scene. The "Disparando Con Sonica" compilation rocks! It has songs from bands like Unidos No, Distorcion Rebelde, Tropiezo & Los Lacteos. This compilation demonstrate the evolution, maturity and conviction of today's punk and hardcore bands. Essential. It's only $10 so don't complain. Talk to us and we can hook you up with one.
Raymond I promise to send you the t-shirt, really. Sorry for the fucking delay. Let's give a big warm welcome Alfalfa y Los Kretinos to the Rojo y Negro 'family'. Now you're fucked. Kidding.
Bienvenidos a las diarreas mentales del 'staff' de rojo y negro records. Este es un espacio donde los 'artistas', el 'personal' de la disquera y uno que otro invitado podran escribir y expresarse de lo que se les ocurra en sus mentes podridas. No censuramos lenguaje vulgar ni soez, asi que sugerimos discrecion, quizas puedan aprender algo.
Welcome to the mental diarrhea section of rojo y negro records. This is the space where our 'artists', 'staff', and some special guests can write and express themselves and whatever goes through their sick little brains. We don't censor vulgar language, so we suggest discretion while reading this, you may learn a thing or two.
Welcome to the mental diarrhea section of rojo y negro records. This is the space where our 'artists', 'staff', and some special guests can write and express themselves and whatever goes through their sick little brains. We don't censor vulgar language, so we suggest discretion while reading this, you may learn a thing or two.
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