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Everything it's smaller nowadays

2009-04-26T20:41:00.000-07:00

Today I played with my band in a classic rock festival. Fortunately, it was a total success and was well worth the efort. It's ironic that in the field of music I'm doing so well, recognized for my work and with lots of opportunities ahead, without much effort involved, while in the field of writing I feel more and more excluded and rejected even with the tons of everyday work.

Well, this time I have my feet firmly planted on the ground, and I know that a small audience's applause doesn't make me a big star. I even signed some autographs, and was briefly interviewed by some member of another band. What does that mean? Absolutely nothing.

In some BajaProg fest, there was a chilean band called Platurno. They might be the greatest band in the block, but when you come to an international showcase of prog artists, you don't sound like much if you don't have a great musical proposal to make. They probably signed a lot of autographs in Chile, but here nobody noticed them that much.

That's what I'm trying to say: Everything looks small to me, even myself. In fact, everything is small if you put it in the proper context. To do that, you have to posess a certain something called perspective. And that it's not that hard to get.

Travel a lot, read a lot, think a lot. Explore youself and the world you live in. Ask "why" about everything, and things will get it's proper size in you head. I'm trying to do that on a daily basis, maybe I'm getting the first results.

WALL-E

2008-07-06T10:17:00.000-07:00

This is my opinion on WALL-E, posted on the Internet Movie Database forums:

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I seldom post in IMDB forums because I'm not very fluent writing in English, and there's a considerable ammount of trolls, but I'll try to express my opinion about the movie and about most of the people that dissmis it as "garbage" (ironic, isn't it?) and without message.

First of all, I don't live in the United States, I live in Mexico, just in the border, so I can see the american lifestyle and the differences with the mexican lifestyle. I have friends and relatives in the states, and sometimes I stay over for a couple of days.

I'm very surprised that many americans disdain the term "green" or use it as a pejorative term. That term doesn't quite exist in mexico the same way, the nearest equivalent it's "ecologista" (ecologist) but doesn't have any of the negative connotations it seems to have in the U.S. I find it incredible that people is offended by a movie that shows future earth polluted by negligence when it's exactly what it's happening today. That doesn't have to do anything with being "green" or not, it's just an obvious fact. I hope that we don't end like in the movie, with our earth all full of trash and smog, but I don't find any offense in that portrayal, quite the contrary.

Other commenters have said that they felt offended by the portrayal of humans like fat slobs, lazy, mostly incapable of doing anything by themselves. I found it very interesting that the people where always communicating with people by videophone even if they were in the next chair. When I stayed over in the U.S., I noticed that we could go to the supermarket without doing any effort at all. The front gates were automatic, we reached the market in the car, the doors of the market are electric... You don't even have to face a cashier (is that the word? sorry, my english it's getting to it's limits now :P) to pay, as yourself scan the articles, so no human interaction it's needed either. I'm just not used to that, I find it too cold for me. That's what the movie reminded me of, maybe going to the extreme, but to me that kind of "conveniences" put me off a little.

I'm not saying "ah, let's go back to the stone age", but I think that maybe american society it's getting too cold and selfish. I know that that's a very common place to go, a very typical thing to say, and by no means I'm saying that any other country it's better or worse. But I cannot help watching the news, seeing how the american people could re-elect such a president, and only disapprove of him because there's an economical crisis in your country, and not because of the ineptitude of a war that has caused so many deaths and started with lies.

My intention it's not to offend anybody, just to express my opinion, and sometimes doing that gets people offended. WALL-E expressed strong opinions of many subjects, and I can clearly see that the people alluded came here trying to insult the movie back, just like they felt insulted. Reading threads like: "Absolutely the worst PIXAR film ever. Trite piece of crap!", I can't thing of little other reasons.

But, still, I've seen most of the people of this forums liking the movie, which is a very good thing, because it's a very good film.

So, if the're any trolls in the audience, BRING EM' ON!

Thanks for your attention.

The unbearable lightness of being

2008-02-15T21:39:00.000-08:00

Just yesterday I was thinking that existing wasn't so bad, maybe the universe with all it's nonsense was a beautiful thing to wonder about. Not so much to look at, because I don't have access to any big telescope or interstellar spaceship, so the NASA photographs have to do.

And just now I truly believe that everything it's so worthless. Looking at practically anybody there's nothing moving inside of me, not a hint of identification, of corelation. It's a horrible feeling, not finding anything in anybody. It sucks.

There's a girl in my communication deontology class that always has this kind of a pose where she's always depressed. She's so profound, she's got existential troubles and nobody is suffering as she is. Her art it's not appreciated by the vulgar masses (that's us) and any day she will flee the school to study semiotics in a better place, and leave us in the mud. That sucks even more.

I get in this depressions often, but that's enough, there's no need for me to lower my head, drag my feet around and act as if I don't care. Depression it's bad enough to try to show it off.

I don't like Pringles anymore

2007-12-14T22:31:00.000-08:00

It's been a while, I know. No inspiration, too many things to do, I suppose. Right now I want to sleep, but not before I squeeze a few words outta me.

The day after christmas I'll turn 25, the date I thought never'll come, but it's here now. It's kinda scary. Not because of the dreaded number, but it's many implications. The day when I could decide that my hair was gonna be green are over. I never did that, and I regret it so much.

I wanted to write more, but that's it for now. I hate this post.

Yours truly,
BadBit

Californios

2007-10-24T00:11:00.000-07:00

One of the most popular books of all-time is the knight-errantry tale of Amadís de Gaula, which contains the story of a young and good-looking man journeys around the world seeking adventure armed with his shield, his sword and the mighty force of his arm. The book's smashing success cannot even be compared with that of our modern Harry Potters or Da Vinci Codes.

Of course, it spawned a lot of sequels and imitations (bad ones, most of the time). But the one that it's most endearing notable, al least for me, it's the one that talks about Amadís young illegitimate son Esplendián. A knight, like his father, that travels near to the eartly paradise, which has a beautiful island to his left, called California.

Yes, this increible place has inhabited only by women (beautiful and strong by the way). The only mineral known was gold, and their queen's name was Calafia. What a wonderful story... I wish I lived there.

When Hernán Cortéz was exploring the breathtaking land of Tenochtitlán, he went up the continent, arriving even to our penninsula. Amadís, Esplendián and other knights were on vougue, their books being printed again and again, everybody had read them. Cortéz and his men, inspired with their readings, thought they were some king of heroes in a world of unseen and fantastical wonders, like in the novels.

They arrived to our peninsula, which they tought it was an island. It comes as no suprise that they asociated inmediately this place with the one in Las sergas de Esplendián. That's why this place it's called California, and why here we can easily find the most beautiful women in the country.

Wow, I struggled this time to get the words out. See ya.

Yours truly,
BadBit.

Hourglass

2007-09-25T13:46:00.000-07:00

Trying to escape from the boredom that threatens to take away the little will to live I've got, it seemed like a good idea to visit a friend of mine to talk about it. I was walking by the Obregón street when I called her to see if she was available.

She came out from the back of the house to meet me outside. Actually, that wasn't her house, she's renting a little room to some lady in the colonia Nueva, here in Mexicali, while she studies Art. She wasn't expecting me, thus the total lack of makeup and the informal look of her clothes.

Still, she looks gorgeous as always. She has that rare combination of intelligence, culture and good looks. This attractive young girl is from Ensenada, I met her through the usual path: MySpace, Messenger, in person... And now I was in her apartment.

My intentions were totally harmless, and before you start speculating I will cut you off telling you that nothing happened between us, and never will. For me it would've been very easy to fantasize and create a very exciting story, and tell you that the moment we saw each other we felt a certain-special-something and before long we were making out in the floor, filled with animal passion. Certainly that is a more interesting subject, but I will stick to the facts for now. Although I find her really attractive, we're too much alike, and the experience has told me that's a bad beginning.

Her apartment was really tiny, just a microkitchen and her bed. There was barely space for clothes and personal belongings. I sat down in her bed (the only place without stuff on top), and we started a very mechanical conversation. She was pretty happy, and that makes for the most boring chats.

She's nineteen, I'm twenty-four. At first the difference was not very noticeable, but this time I felt like a Chinese wall between us. I don't know if I changed, or her, but it certainly wasn't the same. I tried to explain my concern about everybody wasting their lives. Everyway I look, I see somebody trowing away his time, not doing what he wants, not expecting something else... Just letting the hourglass empty itself. THE END. It's really depressing.

Looking at her face, she blushed when I said that. That surprised me, what caused that kind of reaction? After a while, I knew it was time to go, maybe I should've wasted my time someplace else.

Yours truly,
BadBit

Beat Band

2007-09-24T10:32:00.000-07:00

When our audience waited like twenty seconds to clap after our first song, I knew we were in trouble. Opening a Beatles tribute concert with progressive-metal music was not a good idea, and I said so before countless times to my bandmates. The only thing left was hope for the best, and go on. There wouldn't been much difference if instead of an audience we had an iceberg. A lot of people had a facial expression that I know they'll use at the first sight of an extraterrestrial being.

The tribute band, the main act, came from Mexico City. I never expected them to be that professional. After our show, they kinda congratulated us, but I felt that more as a little pat in the back to help us after our ego had been shattered to pieces. Don't misunderstand me, they were really cool and easy going, but I rather have the truth spitted out in my face than have to listen to fake reassurances. The truth actually helps to improve.

Their show was really good, their singer was practically John Lennon born again. His real name is Leobardo, I think, and he uses the artistic name of "John Leo". People reacted very well to their performance, snif...

After the concert, there was a "carne asada", filled with people whom I didn't related to in the slightest. Holding my styrofoam cup filled with Tecate beer I sunk in the darkest monotony. I'm not trying to sound dark, deep and tortured, it's just that a feeling of gargantuan boredom it's setting periodically and every time more frequently. Is it the city? Is it the people? Don't really know, but it's depressing.

Sitting at the table with three young men that could hardly articulate a word I asked myself: What am I doing here? I should run, escape, get away, before I lose my last working neuron.

Yours truly,
BadBit

The beginning

2007-09-23T23:04:00.001-07:00

Hoping that my english writing will improve if I actually practice it, I've started yet another blog. In this time-consuming and mostly useless enterprise I'll try to follow a similar line of personal toughts and experiences of my main blog, Botellas al mar, in this beautiful language. Though I love my native language, spanish (should be noted that a more precise name it's "castilian"), more recently I've developed a keen interest and apreciation for the english language, specially after reading Shakespeare and several other poets.

I also hope to reach a new audience for my essays and shorts stories. When I first began using this adictive tool called "blog" my first idea was to write in english to have a wider audience, but I'm happy that I didn't. We all should embrace our native tongue and try to make it greater, not just jump in the wagon. Still, I do not plan to translate my past writings, but to create new ones, specially tailored for this language. Maybe in the not-so-distant future I will start an italian and french blogs... Maybe.

Gotta to go now, I'm partly drunk, partly hangover... My band and I opened a concert for a Beatles tribute called Beat Band. A depressing experience, I'll tell you later. See ya, and welcome.

Yours truly,
BadBit