Free speech murder...

Four people were murdered yesterday in Oaxaca. Amongst them was Brad Will, well known journalist from Indymedia New York City... Will is the unfortunate first journalist in Indymedia to be killed while reporting.

Let this be a respectful mourn, and when the mourning is over... , complete removal of Ulises Ruiz!
Full report:
[English] http://nyc.indymedia.org/es/index.html
[Español] http://mexico.indymedia.org/tiki-index.php?page=ImcMexico

Lunes 30 Octubre, 4:00 PM
Del Hemicilo a Juárez a la Secretaría de Gobernación

Entdecken von Musik

Since The masTer of inTrospecTion Teddy T has given up The Postal Service (take a look at his blog), I must take the dropped flag and push GiveUp album. So, patches and ´cerpts from a patchy band.

Nothing Better is too much into the 80's for me... its lyrics is a reminder of how much of a bloody oligochaete you can become during a breakup... and it is not as joyful as the tune. Still I must confess I saw my inside homevideo repeat during Clark Gable... a clear sign of unrecovery.

I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real.

And the way the tunes begin soft as a warm whisper that's just about to tell you how fucked up you're, but personally and particularly fucked up... and yet I found them reeking of selfishness and selfpityness.

How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave?
Cause we shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears

The intros of Be Still My Heart and Brand new Colony are hypnotizing... and finally... the two most played ones are indeed the best: the intro of We Will Become Silhouettes is great to see the sunrise while facing the cold north wind and think of a joyful apocalypsis already accepted... Such Great Heights intro and tempo worked terribly for me while walking in the rain along Gingko biloba streets down the empire´s capital, it forces you to draw a warm smile across your face... when I follow the lyrics I feel foolish, nostalgically hoping (or erratically remembering?) I was in love.

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home.

When I read the review about The Flaming Lips´new album in their webpage (written by Coyne) I was angry. Deeply, frustratingly angry about them showing their true Oklahoma's self. I quote textually (or at least copy&pastextually) from "Free Radicals" review at flaminglips.com

Keep in mind that this is just a funny dream - these suicide bombers are clearly brainwashed religious fanaticals that are insane with their own agenda... they are beyond any pleads of reason and are not worthy of any sympathy

I decided not to buy the bloody record. After a couple of months of biting my nails out of curiosity, I decided to do something worse (evil deep laughter): To illegally download it and "damage your artist". Bloody shit of St. Patrick! I love the lads... The album is full of antibushit, and the paragraph above might seem as a preventive statement... which is worse. However I, in an uttermost merciful manner, forgive thy!... t'morrow I shall buy the fucking record. just a taste:

She's starting to live her life
From the inside out
The sound of failure calls her name
She's decided to hear it out
So go tell Britney and go tell Gwen
She's not tryin' to go against all them
'Cause she's too scared and she can't pretend
To understand where it begins or ends
Or what it means to be dead
It's just a sound going through your head
Let them go on

And, Terrible masTer of InTrospecTion: I think thou shan´t like this album, "still rock music" 's you once foretold... I ask you to appreciate the elegant distress of violence too sentimental to be rude and still deep in the 70´s...

White House sight seeing...

So... the military comissions passed through!

Stop torture!
Stop the War!
Stop Bush!

Foggy Bottoms in Shady Grove...

It's a cold morning, just not as cold as yesterday... it rained all night long and right now it is all cloudly and a dense, warm fog came down to reclaim us all... such a nice morning I went outdoors to take my morning smoke and free kenyan coffee... iPod is a great invent, I sat down on the very fancy garden tables, my so-longed JC Venter institute behind me (or The Dark Side, or The Emperor's Lair, or Satan's Lab as it is known here) in front of a mist-covered lake with asleep ducks (canadian migrating ducks by the way) on it, while I listened to Bowie's Life on Mars... for a very brief moment, I felt happy. I'm almost coming back now... and actually expect that. I miss my bed and my dog, and just as Teddy Terrible said Paz said once: I'm learning a lot about Mexico now that I'm abroad and I fucking miss the bloody Moon's bellybutton! Its just... there's still so much to do here... so much work but so many places and so many people to know... there are very interesting people here, you just need to dig a bit to find them...

Leave you with two photos, a quote and two excerpts. The quote is from Beckett (btw, the theatre was just great Angie!), it states how I feel inside in a well-written form, as always. The photo is just a sample of this law-and-rule brainwash I've been through. The excerpts are modified to my own feel from Bowie... anyone knows which song?

" I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning" ---Samuel Beckett

"..but her friend is nowhere to be seen
as she walks through a sunken dream
to the seat with the clearest view
and she's hooked on the silver screen
But the film is a sadd'ning bore
for she's lived it ten times or MORE!
she could spit in the eyes of fools
as they ask her to focus in silence..."

"...now the work is a struck for fame
'cause Lennon's on sale again
see the mice in their million hordes
from Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
our Britannia is out of grasp
to my mother, my dog and clowns
but he film is a sadd'ning bore
'cause I wrote it ten times before
it's about to be writ again
as I ask you to focus in silence..."

Ethioxican feedin' habits

Asi pues, para dejar de extraniar la comida mexicana... nada como un buen restaurante etiope (con acento en la "i")... and unlike most mexican food, its shareable with good ol' vegan Anguie!!! en la foto la modelo muestra un plato mixto de un guiso de lentejas, tortitas de soya en adobo, ejotes con zanahorias hervidos, espinacas (o collard greens mas bien), papas con zanahorias y algo parecido a crema, esquites (pero sin crema, ni queso, ni rajas ni chilito), unas coliflores raritas y dos chelitas etipies... la mia sabia rarita como a fermento dulce (la que tiene anguie), la otra era una morenita riquisima... y en la derecha se asoman los intentos de tortillas!!! muito recomendado!


Y aca, la banda del colectivo infoshop en su guarida underground abajo de la novena y P (que ingenio para nombrar calles, no?)... muy buenas cosas ahi,
por favor echenle un ojo a su pagina en http://www.infoshop.org/, Demand the impossible!!!



Y finalmente, una foto que deja frio en el pais de la libertad y un recordatorio de que bajo el puto Patriot Act cualquier inmigrante puede ser detenido por tiempo indefinido sin abogado y sin explicaciones...

One more week...

En los ultimos cinco dias encontre lo que menos esperaba en dos partes: (1) una buena banda pensante en Resistencia bajo los suelos de la capital del imperio: un centro de medios libres, un centro anarquista hardcore, un centro de lucha por la liberacion de palestina, un buen de banda en contra de la guerra… todos organizados y actually HACIENDO cosas. (2) a true combatant in life, with enough guts to remain unbetrayed to herself, pushing up from deep within and struggling just on the edge of the system (unlike therest of us): and whose hobby for a living is to annotate hyperthermophile genomes... thanks angie, y´ve made me change views from the inside out. Guess it comes with the maple syrup!

Anoche comi un exquisito adobo a la etiope... de veras! un adobito muy mexicano que insistian en advertirme que podria estar muy picoso... un etiope! La cerveza etiope es mucho mejor que la gringa, lo cual no quiere decir mucho... La maniana amanecio helada. Literalmente. Habian patrones de hielo (saludos fractalicos a la vocecita!) sobre los autos. Llovia poco. Al tocar cualquier superficie, las gotas de lluvia se congelaban. Llovia raspado insipido. Hoy ya es notorio que es otonio: los arboles se ponen rojos. Y si, en la maniana estaba contento!

Angie: sorry for the spanish and thanks!
this being the last "thanks" and the last apology, honest! (um... so says the allapologiesgirl!)

Venterlandia

Ya saben... hace frio, se trabaja bien, nos tratan super... tengo dos compus: una en linux y otra en windows... si se atora algo na mas le llamo al encargado y llega en diez seg y lo arregla... la ciudad es muy grande y el transporte malo, ya me he quedado sin autobus y si esta re lejos en la noche... todos muy seriecitos y muy comprometidos.

Lo lindo: hoy en la manana estaba afuera viendo los patos del estanque de venter... apenas salia el sol y yo escuchaba la intro de We'll Become Silhouettes... y me senti de veras contento.


Algo tengo que atraigo edificios Playskool... se checan? se supone que es un read de secuenciacion... y adentro, en cada piso (de 4) tienen los cubiculos por colores... los de hasta arriba (o sea los chidos) nos toco el naranja... aca con una de mis compus (en guindous)

And prepare to glance JTC... where the big shit happens! Iotyi, Pauline and me on the classical tour through the sequencing hangar... y'know, this one to the left is just ONE of several sequencer corridors... 8 million base pairs a day with each one... a q le tiras cuando suenias mexicano?

Bueno, pues ai tienen que estaba un sudafricano, una canadiense, un holandes, una australiana, un sudcoreano, una china, dos alemanas, tres gringos y un mexicano y... no es chiste, es el cursito del TIGR... henos aqui en lo que si hacemos todos: comer (salvo Samie que esta en Ramajan!)