Q.
what do you do when a lovely girl with a lovely fringe who plays lovely lonely guitar in your brain and sometimes sings lovely songs you both like in a lovely lilting light voice sends you a video you already know of two similarly lovely girls sitting in a forrest playing lovely guitar and singing a lovely lonely song you already love in lovely lilting light voices?
A.
1. sit around in foreign land trying to write songs about foreign girls in a foreign language that you don't understand using a foreign textbook that you don't understand and a computer that doesn't understand anything at all in an attempt to try to forget about your own old life and about your own old language and about the existence of the pacific ocean.
2. fail miserably at all of the above.
3. drink many beers.
ella tiene una lista de palabras nuevas
los muchachos bailan con las muchachas
yo hablo mucho veces con mi maestra
yo trato de practicar tambien
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
mujeres dibujan mapas en mi mente
ella pregunta la hora
yo preparo informacion para la futura
yo necesito un buen cuaderno
nosotros conversamos siempre en espanol
nosotros tomamos limonada en cada reunion
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
tu siempre comunicas
enthusiasmo en espanol
un muchacho ayuda a otros muchachos
hoy yo tocaro la gitarra
nosotros usamos la forma correcto
nosotros contestamos la pregunta
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
ella habla sobre los productos
ella informa sobre la poesia moderna
yo contesto un sobre la arrogancia
yo espero leer una novela persona
nosotros hablamos poco en la biblioteca
nosotros hablamos rapido en la selva
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros cantamos siempre un cancion para ella
Monday, October 25, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
music for skating down hills at night while wearing big fuck-off shiny silver noise-cancelling headphones vol. 68...
Cloneominids by FigueAlaska
AKA trippy electronic shit by the man with the best beard-tache in all of Mexico.
wusshhh
AKA trippy electronic shit by the man with the best beard-tache in all of Mexico.
wusshhh
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
blast from last summer...
last year i loved a song
it just came on mtv mexicana
it reminded me of last summer
it made me buy beer and darts
its 3 in the morning
on a monday in monterrey
in mexico
so far away from where i was
so much has happened since
yet it still feels like last summer
the next one will be weird
Thursday, October 7, 2010
mi respuesta de un correo electronico estupido para mi universidad en Australlia....
Hi Yuki!
Hi everyone at Swinburne Abroad!
I'm fine.
I have heard gunshots several times since I arrive, last week they were very loud and right outside my house, and yesterday I could hear them en la tarde when I was smoking cigarettes and practising my spanish with cute mexican girls at uni.
Sorry, but I won't be going to meetings or communicating international offices or anyone else other than my young mexicano amigos y familia in regards to safety. They are the ones whose advice I trust, as nearly all other advice I get is hysterical and unhelpful. If it was up to many personas, especially internacional estudientes (mainly girls :P), I would spend my entire exchange locked in the toilet of my apartment.
It is very frustrating listening to international students gossiping at university about whether or not the situation is getting "better" or "worse" in an empty-headed, extremely reactionary fashion every time there is a shooting. The drug war, the apparently corrupt government and media and police, in conjunction with the apparently extreme and unquantifiable power and influence of the drugs cartels in this part of the world... well the catch-22 situation makes it completely impossible for anyone (international offices, students, and mexicana personas included) to have even the vaguest clue as to whether the situation is "getting worse" or getting better".
The gossiping personas I speak of are reading the (apparently) extremely corrupt and sensantionalist (y influential) mainstream newspapers and television every day.... if one was to believe their representation of the situation one would think that walking around Monterrey was like walking around the set of Resident Evil 4.
I have yet to see any bloodied corpses or zombies, and it is fairly unlikely that I will.
It works better for me not to think about the situation and just get on with having the most amazing time I've ever had in my life... I could get eaten by a shark swimming at the beach or be hit by a truck skating or bitten by a spider out the bush in Australia anytime... and I plan to travel all over the world to all sorts of foreign and dangerous locations in the future. Therefore I am using this experience as a means of learning how to deal with fear in a sensible manner.
Although it breaks my heart to hear stories of violence, kidnappings y shootings etc from friends, and my hear goes out to the lovely people of mexico who have to deal with the fear and violence every day of their lives... I have the philosophy that I'm more likely NOT to experience such things than I am. More people don't get shot than people who do. So I try not to let it worry me. Succumbing to fear makes it very difficult to remain happy and positive, and acting fearful in dangerous situations always makes them more dangerous. Everday bad guys can see and smell who is looking and smelling scared in the streets and are much more likely to target people whom they can tell are already terrified. Walking around the streets behind garbage bins every time a car backfires or constantly looking your shoulder is a very bad idea. If the bad guys are proper, nasty, narco-sharks with AK47s looking for a foreigner to rob or kidnap, then there is nothing I can do about it either way, so there is not point thinking or worrying about it.
I see Collingwood won the grand final replay. Tell me this is all a horrible joke made up by the Australian media especially designed to make a homesick traveller very very depressed. HAHA.
The thought of the MCG covered in Black and White streamers makes me want to vomit, but at least it has gone a long way toward allaying my feelings of homesickness. If England beat Australia in the cricket this summer, which is looking like a possibility going on both side's current form according to an australiano amigo..... I am going to be one very unhappy camper upon returning to the city of poor sporting results.
This weekend I am going to the futbal with a mexicano amigo who supports the Monterrey Tigres... I support the Richmond Tigers in the AFL. I have been watching the Primera Division de Mexico on the television and videos on youtube of the muy muy loco fans drinking beers and chanting and sometimes getting in very crazy riots. Mi amigo assures me it will be alot of fun and he knows how to ensure we avoid any dangerous situations. OLE TIGRES!!!!
On sunday I am climbing the mountains once again with amigos from Mexico and a Norwiegan Viking amigo. I'll send you some photos!
Paz y Amor,
y
¡VIVA LA MEXICO!
¡Saludos!
Millas.
Hi everyone at Swinburne Abroad!
I'm fine.
I have heard gunshots several times since I arrive, last week they were very loud and right outside my house, and yesterday I could hear them en la tarde when I was smoking cigarettes and practising my spanish with cute mexican girls at uni.
Sorry, but I won't be going to meetings or communicating international offices or anyone else other than my young mexicano amigos y familia in regards to safety. They are the ones whose advice I trust, as nearly all other advice I get is hysterical and unhelpful. If it was up to many personas, especially internacional estudientes (mainly girls :P), I would spend my entire exchange locked in the toilet of my apartment.
It is very frustrating listening to international students gossiping at university about whether or not the situation is getting "better" or "worse" in an empty-headed, extremely reactionary fashion every time there is a shooting. The drug war, the apparently corrupt government and media and police, in conjunction with the apparently extreme and unquantifiable power and influence of the drugs cartels in this part of the world... well the catch-22 situation makes it completely impossible for anyone (international offices, students, and mexicana personas included) to have even the vaguest clue as to whether the situation is "getting worse" or getting better".
The gossiping personas I speak of are reading the (apparently) extremely corrupt and sensantionalist (y influential) mainstream newspapers and television every day.... if one was to believe their representation of the situation one would think that walking around Monterrey was like walking around the set of Resident Evil 4.
I have yet to see any bloodied corpses or zombies, and it is fairly unlikely that I will.
It works better for me not to think about the situation and just get on with having the most amazing time I've ever had in my life... I could get eaten by a shark swimming at the beach or be hit by a truck skating or bitten by a spider out the bush in Australia anytime... and I plan to travel all over the world to all sorts of foreign and dangerous locations in the future. Therefore I am using this experience as a means of learning how to deal with fear in a sensible manner.
Although it breaks my heart to hear stories of violence, kidnappings y shootings etc from friends, and my hear goes out to the lovely people of mexico who have to deal with the fear and violence every day of their lives... I have the philosophy that I'm more likely NOT to experience such things than I am. More people don't get shot than people who do. So I try not to let it worry me. Succumbing to fear makes it very difficult to remain happy and positive, and acting fearful in dangerous situations always makes them more dangerous. Everday bad guys can see and smell who is looking and smelling scared in the streets and are much more likely to target people whom they can tell are already terrified. Walking around the streets behind garbage bins every time a car backfires or constantly looking your shoulder is a very bad idea. If the bad guys are proper, nasty, narco-sharks with AK47s looking for a foreigner to rob or kidnap, then there is nothing I can do about it either way, so there is not point thinking or worrying about it.
I see Collingwood won the grand final replay. Tell me this is all a horrible joke made up by the Australian media especially designed to make a homesick traveller very very depressed. HAHA.
The thought of the MCG covered in Black and White streamers makes me want to vomit, but at least it has gone a long way toward allaying my feelings of homesickness. If England beat Australia in the cricket this summer, which is looking like a possibility going on both side's current form according to an australiano amigo..... I am going to be one very unhappy camper upon returning to the city of poor sporting results.
This weekend I am going to the futbal with a mexicano amigo who supports the Monterrey Tigres... I support the Richmond Tigers in the AFL. I have been watching the Primera Division de Mexico on the television and videos on youtube of the muy muy loco fans drinking beers and chanting and sometimes getting in very crazy riots. Mi amigo assures me it will be alot of fun and he knows how to ensure we avoid any dangerous situations. OLE TIGRES!!!!
On sunday I am climbing the mountains once again with amigos from Mexico and a Norwiegan Viking amigo. I'll send you some photos!
Paz y Amor,
y
¡VIVA LA MEXICO!
¡Saludos!
Millas.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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Sunday, October 3, 2010
sueño numero doce...
after I finally begged,
she tried to leave,
then sheepishly returned,
ding dong on my doorbell,
despite the bell-end
I ignored the pig-head.
you so stupid, stupid.
in the dreamtime I dreamt of her,
of her and her friend,
inside and out,
don’t believe the lies...
on the seventh day,
god created a shower.
I awoke avoiding reality,
wishing on whims,
wanting to touch,
very very much,
although also wildly worried,
a feeling for a friend,
es only the dreamtime amigo,
friends aren’t that friendly in the daytime.
Remember the past.
Don’t do anything stupid, stupid.
You so stupid, stupid.
Stop choosing such stupid choices, stupid.
Start being smart, stupid.
she tried to leave,
then sheepishly returned,
ding dong on my doorbell,
despite the bell-end
I ignored the pig-head.
you so stupid, stupid.
in the dreamtime I dreamt of her,
of her and her friend,
inside and out,
don’t believe the lies...
on the seventh day,
god created a shower.
I awoke avoiding reality,
wishing on whims,
wanting to touch,
very very much,
although also wildly worried,
a feeling for a friend,
es only the dreamtime amigo,
friends aren’t that friendly in the daytime.
Remember the past.
Don’t do anything stupid, stupid.
You so stupid, stupid.
Stop choosing such stupid choices, stupid.
Start being smart, stupid.
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