1.
a.
again the day again the way again the path
sidewalk, street, cement, dirtthe curious, square geometry
of "modulos"this modular neighborhood of
"Nueva Tijuana"what's in a name? – I'll answer you that :
recognition is theremoving from one block to another, and
then to returnOR climb on a bus on the far side of town and ask : do
you go "there" ? – yes sir, come on upby those lights my neighborhood is called
M O D U L Emoving from one block to another, and
then to return home, againthis beautiful, mysterious, TECHNOID name
module, in the beginning, wordb.
and the WORD was God (forbidden word)
no, you can't say that
it is forbidden to say any word is forbiddenwe postmodern critics have a much more subtle
sophisticate way of condemningwriters to burn at the stake
alivedamn them faint praise, call them "creative"
and ignore them best hellsilence huh? no, like mine, burnt to a crisp,
please, with bacon wrapped aroundour same hot dog city, only mediocre,
light, u oportunistaon the other side, all the wealth of Rome,
here, only dirtc.
oh, and an old, rusty, trusty, trampoline
acheing sore from allthose years and years of crossing over until now
there's opera here, you know?uh-huh. sure. tequila sunrise.
2.
I have come to think of another task I must set myself to better organize this massive, messy labyrinth I have been constructing since August of 2000. A table of hyperlinks to and from. A list of subjects and keywords. To help me find and help you read, if you've a mind to. I remember readers who have written and said they got lost. But it was okay, they say, cursing under their fingertips.
Uh huh ha ha ha hee hee heh. No. As if I am ever going to sit down and go through every Dingdong Goshdrat page and list all the links no.
It is just enough to check now and then and see if they are all working. I always find ones which are dead. Sigh. Especially ones that I link out to other sites that I did not write. Those often disappear.
Like this lovely one that Carlotta and I translated for five years ago now. Run your mouse over it to activate it. Flicker buzz click.
It used to be at libromexdigital.com. Maybe it will be again, if fortune favors. The institute for philological studies at the autonomous national university of Mexico (UNAM/iif) put together a stunning collection of poems by various authors in Spanish and hired a bunch of people to translate. Carlotta and I were two of the maybe twenty in total. Also some hot programmers and artists designed and built the site. I felt like I was walking on top of the world when Carlotta asked me if I wanted to help her work on those poems. I still do, as a matter of fact. But I weep because the web site appears to have died.
Well. So goes the ship of internet.
Yeah. Like I ever am going to make a complete list of all the links and hyperspace jumps I ever made. Not. Not this little mediocre, light u oportunista puto en su auto-indulgente divertimiento autorial no no no no no. No más semi-ficticio yo. Sí
3.
I spend almost ten dollars today oh my cha ching badabing.
Go to internet for three hours, making sure I upload the video I made there yesterday, which features M mopping out through the front door of the intermet cafe down the street here in Otay modulos. While waiting for it to upload to youtube (takes almost an hour, more) I check up on some videomakers I have been following. There's a twenty-something guy down in Georgia or something thereabouts who's got hundreds and no, even thousands of viewers. Funny and wonderful how a guy can come out of nowhere like that. Anyway he put up a really thoughtful piece, exquisite editing, touching narration, a damn good piece of simple, straightforward postmodern postindustrial FOOD EATING sadness oh yeah. Go check it out (PHIL WILL YOU LINK US PLEASE)
Hey I just invented a word by making a typographical error.
Instead of "internet" try this "omternet" Aum Om the jewel is in the cyber lotus hummmmmm
THEN I WENT AROUND THE CORNER and had a Chinese lunch really filled me up huge plate full of food five hours later while I sit here at home typing all I want is a glass of water.
Get up. Get it. Drink. Ahhh refresh. Yes.
No. Now I am going to make a cup of tea. An herbal blend. Damiana and green, one bag each. Damiana gives me a little buzz similar to what I used to get from tobacco, and sets the brain up to thinking crisply snap crackle pop they say it's an aphrodasiac I can see why they say it's an aphrodasiac I must remember to take some over to T's house soon and make us a couple cups of tea mmmmmm and then
Well. No tonight. Tonight I'll just write some more until I go to bed and read and then dream dream dream.
4.
This weekend will make three months since I stopped smoking twenty something cigarettes a day. Now I smoke, well, none today. None yesterday. None Monday. I did have one Sunday night. But I let myself have one a day. Sometimes. I love filthy dirty cigarettes so much I just can't say yes I quit. I just stopped smoking so damn much. And on occasion I will let myself have one. One only in one day or night.
Now how did I start whining about that...? Oh yeah, the cup of tea. Mmmmmm.
5.
Saturday evening is the senior recital of my son. He is graduating from San Diego State University with a degree in music composition. Of course I am going. The trolley runs all the way there, now. It's a long trip, and rather costly, but hell, only once in my life will this happen. There will be, God willing, many more recitals of his music. But this is super special.
I have gone to a lot of his music through the past four years. But this will be the first time I think it will be all his music and his music alone.
Wow.
T is going with me. I took a few things over there this evening but she wasn't home. Tomorrow, then.
14.mar.2007 : 84.winter/invierno 26.moon/luna 50.spaceage/edad.espacial
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