Monday, April 16, 2007


i hear La Vanda calling me.......where is my team?

it's as if i have forgotten something
very important!!

there's a dream of the killer wave, killer not because it shreds me, but because it offers the smooth ride all the way down the line.
i'm gonna follow the smell of exhaust to get to the next sweet spot, where i know you'll be waiting.......
if nothing more, waiting outside of the too expensive parking lot checking out the haps.

Sunday, April 15, 2007


Saturday, April 14, 2007


cheir, “hand”
manteia, "divination"

(the more technical word for palm reading)

The hands, you know, are very important:

.the dominant hand holds the future the other holds the past. they both change when they come into contact with other surfaces.

she said:

you know what, it´s never gonna be the same

she said:

¿ya viste las líneas de tu mano? cambiaron cuando hicieron contacto con mi
cuerpo, lo sé porque las mías ya están distintas por ti

(mi futura)

she's right. i can feel it. my hands change their history with everything i touch they change my future they blur memories into colors and the future traces its path diverging more each time before the lines overlap

Once my hand fell on top of glass that was 1700 degrees (f) and I burned away my past. it explains my lack of memory, it explains the feeling of floating, it explains why my history seems to roam mirroring the patterns of possibility and the movements that my body make daily. estoy muy feliz. it cleared the way for you.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Where is JJ?

Jocelyn, Where Are you!!

your plants have moved to tijuana and i try to console them.
your table has moved to pepe´s
your juicer is fixed and waiting for you
your paint is hiding out with my dvds
your white pants wait in line for arrows to cover my stains
there is a blue blazer waiting in the closet (i know it's not a gift)
i haven't touched the lavender dish soap, nor used the grey bucket
the coffee maker hides in the closet until it has a home
everyone at the aguas termales wonders where the güerrita went

someone said you went to hawaii, to pheonix, to new york, to pheonix, possibly san diego, maybe soon to Tijuana.

your birthday came to me in a dream.
it was a voice in a box near my ear.

where's my jj?

Sunday, April 8, 2007

domingo despacio

las crepas experimentales llegaron ser un domingo vagando, con una luz rica filtrando en mi cocina.

Saturday, April 7, 2007

Pepe Vasquez

Alguien tiene miedo cuando manejo.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Friday, March 30, 2007

Las Mafiosas Monterriqueñas

Aquí dirigiendo el mundo desde la libertad.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Drunken Elephants?

Ella me dijo: sí, es cierto, lo vi con mis ojos (a la pantalla)

entonces busqué los elefantes borrachos y encontré los alces,
mi hermana vive con alces, y me mandó una imagen de ellos contándome que pueden jalar sus piernas de los hombros para subirlos, en vez de doblar en las rodillas, que les ayuda a caminar en la nieve.
Acabo de leer, que aparte de esto, son genial, pueden zambullirse hasta 20 pies de profundidad para comer las plantas en el piso del agua.

jody también fue la que me dijo que cuando los osos polares quieren esconderse, cierran los ojos y cubren su nariz con su mano.

In Sweden, don't mess with a drunk moose on the loose
Sun Nov 7, 3:22 PM ET

STOCKHOLM (AFP) - A drunk moose staggering through your backyard and nibbling on apples fallen from your tree may sound like an amusing anecdote to tell your friends, but for those Swedes who each autumn come face to face with the angry beasts, it's no laughing matter.
An encounter with an intoxicated moose can, as strange as it might seem, leave your living room in a shambles and leave you battered and bruised if not dead.
Some 300,000 moose, or elk as they're known in Europe, roam Sweden's woods. But every autumn at least a few of the normally timid animals end up astray, trudging out of the woods and into cities and suburbs where they gladly munch on fermented apples that have fallen from trees.
The result is an intoxicated and aggressive brute.
A large hulking beast, the moose is dark brown with massive shoulders, shovel-shaped rounded antlers, and a long muzzle and short goatee. It can easily weigh up to 500 kilos (1,000 pounds), yet it roams the forest on awkwardly long, slender legs.
Traffic accidents with moose are well-documented: there were 4,204 of the animals killed on Swedish roads in 2003, to be exact.
Less documented, but no less terrifying, are the reports of drunken moose jumping through living room windows, bellyflopping into empty swimming pools or violently attacking people.

"There are a few such incidents every year," Henrik Falk of the Swedish Association for Hunting and Wildlife Management told AFP.

"Moose are not normally aggressive, they're usually very shy of people. But once they're intoxicated, they lose their inhibitions. And if they feel threatened they can become very aggressive," Falk said.
He recommended that people should at all costs try to avoid coming into contact with a moose.

Pero estabamos platciacndo de elefantes (huesos y arena)!!

It is an enduring image of the South African bush: elephants staggering across the veldt after gorging themselves on the delectable marula fruit, which ferments into an alcohol that sends the great beasts reeling.

"Intoxication would minimally require that the elephant avoids drinking water, consumes a diet of only marula fruit at a rate of at least 400% normal maximum food intake, and with a mean alcohol content of at least 3%," write the authors.

The authors acknowledge that the massive mammals have a taste for alcohol. They just dispute the widely held notion that the marula fruit goes to their head.

"Elephants indisputably like booze, especially Asian elephants where we have many reports of them getting into rice-wine stores and drinking the stuff," says lead author Dr Steve Morris.

But Morris also says that reported "tipsy" behaviour in elephants and other animals may stem from some other intoxicant besides alcohol.

luego leí que en algunas lugares los elefantes se alborotan en los pueblos buscando chelas de arroz.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

The Second Execution

"A prison sentence…..A sacrifice. War. These are, believe it or not, forms of self-forgiveness for the action of evil. They justify it."

---Fanny Howe---

"Taha Yassin Ramadan, who was Saddam's vice president when the regime was ousted, went to the gallows on the fourth anniversary of the start of the war in Iraq."

--LA Times, March 20, 2007