Quoting the magnificent Oprah,
how the hell did i let this happen?!
So, i have never had a great body, but i was well on my way to become decent looking when i met someone and we started going on dates, and dinners, and to the movies and lots of places where i was surrounded with food and shit with tons of carbs. The worst part was that in the excitement of getting to know someone new, i preferred going out with him than going to the gym. Everything worked out fine, we have been an item for over a year now, but unfortunately i gained a lot of weight, i am at my original shape before the whole ¨i am so depressed i need to go to the gym to wear myself out and not think¨ period. I have tried to get back to the gym several times since january but i just can not commit to it. So i think it is time to resort to some oprah wisdom and share with you advices that i think she has given in her show.

She might or might not have said that you have to exercise in "automatic" Just do it and dont try to find results in your body for at least the first three months. It is like a snowball, once you have started moving your body, all of sudden you will find yourself doing the exercise without actually trying to kill yourself. And after a long time, once you do see a little change in your body, you will finally find there the most nedeed motivation.
Also im pretty sure that Oprah did say that one of our biggest enemys in our war against weight is the way we were raised. Most of the ways we use to show our affection is through food, so in any kind of celebration there has to be lots of good fried crispy crunchy roasted delicious food. And since we were kids our relatives would stuffed our plate and we could not get up of the table without finishing the whole thing, you know, because "of the ninios de biafra": they had no food so we had to eat every obsecene amount of food they put in our plate. Well Oprah urges you, do not finish your plate!
Also be careful with the trans fats and dont believe in magic pills to lose weight, cause believe her, if there was such a thing as a magic pill that would make you lose weight while you are eating and watching tv, Oprah would already have it.

My bitches

Why, why is there only 24 episodes in a season, i cant get enough of the third season of Ugly betty.

I never ask you for anything God (aka salma hayek) please dont let it get canceled.

Straight from voodoooo.

I do not know if it is a common practice between artists and bands, but everytime Bjork comes out with a new album she reinterprets all of her previous songs, she does new arrengements and even vocals to her older work. I think the main reason why Bjork does that is because she doesnt have a band, so she is constantly changing partners with different equipment and instruments in each album, and she can get pretty obssesed, when she finds a new toy (person or instrument) she goes all the way with it in her music. I remembered i was blown away with the Vespertine version of Human behaviour when i listened for the first time at the Coachella festival and couldnt wait for de dvd to come out.
Well, she didnt dissapointed with the song versions from the Volta tour. And thankfully her latest album is Voltaic, a studio version of her Volta tour where she injected a much needed blood to songs from medulla and volta itself, and in general all the songs have more rythm and beats. Im lovin army of me and wanderlust, well the whole voltaic is just so enjoyable.

I went to see Watchmen and from the very first minutes of the movie it was a lot to take in. Sometimes when you are watching a movie and you get a little bit lost at the begining trying to set up the characters in your mind you are confident that you will eventually catch up within the first half hour of the movie. But in this case it gets a little bit more complicated, first you are introduced with a dozen of characters and that makes it hard to identify the main ones. Then you are situated in the 80s in an alternative reality where the US has won the Vietnam war and Nixon is still president, so you have to keep track of all the incidents that have changed the history to get a clear picture of the setting in which the movie is taken place. And if youve managed to sussed out all that, then you have to follow a timeline that goes back and forth in form of flashbacks from each main character. Being said that, i have to say that i really like this movie, it is filled with details and dialogues that, in order to fully appreciate, you have to revisit the movie.
After watching Watchmen i read the graphic novel and i was amazed about how respectful Zack Snyder was with Alan Moores work, yet Snyder added elements that made the movie a bit more dynamic, even though it nevers achieves a really good pace or rythm.
At the end, Watchmen comes out as a bit hollow,empty or cold. It deals with issues that are not as relevant as their were in the 80's when Moore wrote it, and Snyder dehumanizes some of the characters, maybe because he was worryed in protecting other parts of the work from the movie studio.
For a comic book it obviously stands out as a different and more interesting work than most comic books, and as a movie it is an astonishing piece that at the very least would intrigue you enough to read the comic.

Why couldnt the xoxo be lost instead
Everytime something bad happens to you, you should always ask yourself why couldnt this happened to the xoxo instead.

Yesterday a friend of my borther called him to tell him that her dog was ready to get some sexy times with our rupert so he took him to her house. And today in the morning she called him again to tell him that rupert was gone. Of course i was in shock and couldnt believe the news, who could be so stoopid to loose a dog that was shy and lazy, not to mention adorable. Rupert has never been the kind of dog that chases the mailman or cars or bycicles, in fact he usually stays layed down while hes barking. So after the work i went to her house and examined every inch of it, and i made her do a recreation of how the rupert got lost. It was a long story but it involved some burglars that didnt steal anything but my dog. The woman was worried almost to the point of crying because she understood perfectly how a dog is a part of a family and she, having 5 horrible dogs, knew so much about it, or so she said. Obviously i didnt care for her excuses and did not give her even a hint of empaty. I told her that it was her responsability and that she would have to resolve this situation even if it has to be with money. Of course i dont care about money, but that is the part that really hurts that kind of people, and since im almost sure she has my dog i would do everything within my power to be the most anoying bitch in the world, wich i dont think would be very difficult, until she gives my dog back or swears me crying on her knees that she doesnt have it.

So if you see my little bundle of joy please help him to get back home.

*Had to take off the picture, it was braking my heart everytime i saw it

Anti-Anti

Here in mexicali there are not a lot of things to do in your spare time, or maybe im not very creative, but the way i see it either you go to the movies, to a coffe shop or you get drunk. The latter seems to be the popular choice among the kids, but to me the clubs in our town are just unbearable, i will never understand how there are people who starts going to clubs as aerly as age of 18 and continuing on going nonstop up until their mid 30's, and here is way: The music they play nowdays in the clubs is the exact same music they played when i started going there some couple of years ago, they add like 4 or 5 songs per year, and whats worst is that people dont give a shit and they jump and sing like if lamento boliviano from the enanitos verdes was this weeks hit.

well this whole introduction was to justify why lately i am going to the movies way too often. So i see a lot of shit even though im not really interested in watching it. So far i have only walked out of one movie, the one starring poncho herreras half naked ass.

But every once in a while i go prepared to watch a completely suckie movie and i come out quite amazed it didnt suck as hard as i was expecting. This happened with Yes, the latest jim carrey comedy. It was not great but it has some good laughs, semi likable characters and of course Zooey Deschanel, bitch was worth the 50 pesos. My favorite part was her singing, gotta check it out, shes the cutest.

Lights out

I think i finally solved my issues with beeing attached to someone, i just have to tone down the drama and everything runs smoothly. Like this past week, it was a little bit chaotic cause we both change our schedules and i was ready to dive into the psycho abandoned boyfriend role but, after playing the part a couple of days, i realize that most of those reactions come out of boredom and i have to face the fact that im in a nice estable relationship and that there is nothing wrong with beeing just comfortable, feeling secured and loved.

Anyway, speaking of relationships, a couple of weeks ago i went to see the photographic exposition of a past relationship of mine, and oh my good that was some benjamin buttons shit! I always gave him credit, i knew he was smart, well read, that he knew a bit about art, watched good movies etc. Thats what i have always thought about him before the show, that he had good taste, BUT boy i was wrong. I can not believe that the bitch is so delusiounal he thinks his exposition was a serious work and not just a serious case of photoshop addiction, The models were tacky, the photoshop edition was way overworked, and the clone stamp visibly notable. The overall concept of his work was just plain tacky, im sorry but i can not think of any other more suitable word to describe it. Like i overheard a woman saying at the gallery, it was like televisa with graphics. It left me really sad, most of all because there were a lot of people at the gallery and im sure he must have had a lot of good comments and compliments on his work,but that is just because most people do not give a shit and they just like to be polite.

In other more important news, i put a song in the blog, it does not autoplay when you open the page because i hate it when you are doing something and all of sudden it starts a fucking song from one of the 2 or 3 windows you have open and then you have to find where in the frikin page they have put the stupid player. So if you wanna know what im listening lately click play on the player on the right corner of the page, otherwise dont.

Also, when i feel like it, i would like to give a movie recommendation too. This time i would recommend Th grave of the fireflies, its an anime from the guy who made all the shihiro castle wacko shit, but this one is one of his earlier works. Its a tender story of the love between siblings, the inocence of children and the hard times during wars. I think you can find it at the blockbuster, just keep the tissues around because tears will pour out.

Xoxo.

System overload

Sospecho que me quiero sabotear, y no la oportunidad de ser feliz y esas mamadas, sino mas bien como que no puedo manejar el estar expuesto a periodos tan largos de estabilidad emocional, que de repente todo se desenvuelva tan natural, sin esfuerzos, sin jalones.

Deberia estar contento y agusto, y lo estoy, pero no se porque demonios eso me hace sentir tan ordinario.

En una nota sin relacion; hoy anduve de chico migrania,literalmente, y no pude adjudicarselo a un factor especifico. Es la razon por la que estoy despierto,escribiendo, quiero cansarme para caer dormido sin ponerme a elucubrar, estar desvelado es mejor que andar con un dolor de cabeza inexpicable, tan siquiera maniana tendre la certeza de que es por falta de suenio.

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i frikin love this woman

too old for this shit.

Me he sentado varias veces a tratar de escribir un post nuevo pero termino perdiendo el tiempo en paginas de gossip o viendo tele en utube.

Talvez al blog le toque la suerte de mi fotolog que termino perdido flotando en el ciberspacio, o del hi5, al que termine desnudando de descripciones ya que por mas que enlistaba mis gustos alternativos seguia recibiendo invitaciones de gente que parece que salio de las coladeras unicamente para mandarme el request.

Por ahi tengo un flickr que adorne con fotos de anio nuevo tratando de tomarlo en serio, pero realmente no produzco o tomo fotos con un proposito como el RENE o el JULIO.

Despues trate de mantener vivo esto volviendo con posts ridiculos y tematicos, mas generales y simplones como cierto gordito que anda por ahi, but it just didnt take.
Ese fue mi error, lo que necesito es regresar a mi concha y de ahi dotarle de significado a la monotonia como solia hacerlo.

Ultimamente he tenido fijaciones efimeras muy variadas y ligadas al ocio en internet:
Un dia despierto y me pongo a leer todos los pinches comics que encuentro de lso xmen; luego hare mi post sobre house of m y decimation.
Otro dia me despierto vuelto loco por el avatar, buscando capitulos ineditos y noticias.
Despues me pongo a leer sobre ovnis y misterios.
Otra semana estoy como enajenado bajando pelis, entre mas raro el nombre o shoper la portada mejor (esta por demas decir que baje pura mierda)
Y de repente en 3 dias me hecho las temporadas completas que me faltaban de project runway... and so on and so on.

Tratare de escribir un post dedicado a cada uno de mis intereses semanales para dejar registrado este semestre donde al parecer tengo mucho tiempo libre.

Nunca
Nunca nunca me voy a acostumbrar al calor de Mexicali. Ya se que es estupido que año tras año nos sorprendamos de las temperaturas tan altas que se registran pero es que uno, por mas tiempo que tenga viviendo aqui, no se puede acostumbrar a la idea de que vivimos en un pinche horno. Desde que tengo como 7 u 8 años, cuando ya me iba caminando solo a la primaria, siempre pensaba ¨a quien demonios se le ocurre poner una ciudad en medio de un desierto¨.

Cosas que no extrañé este coachella:
El sol en la cara, la humedad en las carpas, el caminar de un lado a otro tratando de abarcar muchos grupos y que después no me cuenten, el perder el sentido de la orientación al oscurecer, gringos sudados sacados de los 90´s bailando al ritmo de paul oakenfold ( o su equivalente de cada año), gringos sudados apestosos aplastándose para estar lo más cerca del escenario, la comida, el calor, el cansancio.
Ni Hot chip, ni MIA y portishead juntos pudieron despertar mi espíritu juvenil y masoquista esta vez.

Aquí abajo unas fotos que robé del myspace de mi hermano ejemplificando algunas de las cosas que enumeré.

el douche dj


Seguro debajo del brazo del de sombrero hay una pobre víctima que sólo quiere ver al siguiente artista


esta porque me parece increible que parezca que en realidad las amigas de mi hermano iban a ver a los enanitos verdes en el fex
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