tabby cat po

cerca de vespucio, limite entre la reina y penalolen

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 12:38:17 -0400

cerca de vespucio, limite entre la reina y penalolen

santiago . penalolen

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 12:35:45 -0400

santiago . penalolen

catita. http://estudio86.cl/category/pintura/retratos

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 12:33:37 -0400

catita. http://estudio86.cl/category/pintura/retratos

my buddy

Thu, 23 May 2013 01:00:37 -0400

my buddy

saile1: Úsala la bike

Thu, 23 May 2013 00:04:45 -0400

saile1:

Úsala la bike

paztrip: una foto que tome hace tiempo ya

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:46:10 -0400

paztrip:

una foto que tome hace tiempo ya

EBERT ( and what his thought inspires)

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 02:42:30 -0400

Roger Ebert, the great film writer of Champaign, is a man I have journeyed through the years with from afar. His health struggles produced ruminations that mirrored my own youthful ones. I remember so clearly reading this essay back in the day, after my dark wonderings of death had passed, but still with the humane companionship of Eberts writings.

http://www.suntimes.com/opinions/19279965-474/roger-ebert-i-do-not-fear-death.html

I recommend wholly this essay.

One may or may not feel the same on all points.

But I suppose what moves me, what moves me in general in the last years of his blog, his the utterly humane ownership of his own life, its bubble gum pleasures, its distant pasts, and along with that, his ownership of its ending.

And I recall the wisdom of so many people in that time, but one in particular told me, we spend our whole lives dealing with that question.

I will come back to that in a second, but as an aside, the note on a healthy enneagram 4 is that “At their Best: inspired and highly creative, they are able to renew themselves and transform their experiences.”

Ebert wrote so humanely in his film essays, his blogs, his ruminations on life, one gets the sense he was able to wrap his life up into beautiful accepting remembrances and presences. He truly created something that makes it ….done. I lack for a better word. Redeemed seems to say something wasnt write which isnt the case. I suppose, completes, completes the cycle. Completes what had to be completed to slip out the room through another door in grace, leaving a prescient note on the table. Leaves the joys of the life on the table, thanked saluted and sent into eternity.

It inspires me. Inspires me to look at my own creations. To start early, entirely un morbidly to collect what my life IS and has been. Inspires me print out my blog and make a beautiful album. Like Bekah, collect the photos of these 3 years in Chile and make memories. Inspires me to get out my youtube list I made of hip hop music that IS.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7t8eoA_1jQ&list=PLoC94pak8JqHvnPraLge42GDbdWXUWnPK

Insnpires me to make more lists. Inspires me to MAKE something here in Chile, get that graffiti experiment somehow collected and out there.

Inspires me to write. To write about those old trips on illinois highways my mind chewing over the fascinating and strange intellectual dimensions of existence. Chewing over the vagaries of selfhood, as it stared out at cornfields, dreamed about the intrigue with the girls I was playing tennis matches against, the rivalries, the gossip. chewed over past when I was in the future, out in California, the vagaries of early change and growing up and distance. Writing about those halycon days of dreaming in California. Latenight bench talks with gay art lovers, staring into the dim suburban lights and beatufiul California foliage smells, in some strange suburban venture capital university philosophy abandoned outpost of the original boho city. A place where every flower inside me exploded, where I made friendships that scream in the night with passion. To write about family, about those fascinating old stories of grandparents, to write about the subtleties of nuclear family and siblings and parents and friendship and place. To write about my future, my career, making my place in the world of language, Spanish and English, an artistic linguistic expression of my time, this moment of time and intersection in the Americas and my America. Those other things of now and friendship and love in chile and futures in America Ive already written on recently enough here.

I crave to make sacred the old times, just for the fun and peace of it.

I love something Ebert says in the article above: “My lifetime’s memories are what I have brought home from the trip. I will require them for eternity no more than that little souvenir of the Eiffel Tower I brought home from Paris.”

And hes so right. I always have worried…but I wont remember anything! And then I realize, does it really matter? As always, life itself informs me.

These beautiful old times I speak of I hardly ever think of. Old friendships and places, I think of them here and there, but not constantly, and strangely thats just fine.

When I remember them, I hardly think ” oh no I had forgotten”! I think “what a nice memory”, then keep moving along.

Its almost as if I made contact with something that existed somewhere in eternity then kept moving around.

Thus, I feel no anxiety at old things past. They are always there in eternity.

Thats how I reconcile love too, that lovers are so eternal in feeling and bond, yet ultimately lose each other.

Their bond was so temporal, yet also infinite for it communed with something eternal, the love that exists out there in the uinverse, like this glowing rock at the center of the kingdom in a fantasy unvierse that we all come to, stare at, and touch in awe.

We have all been privileged to touch the eternal glowing stone of life. We brush our hair. Laugh at absurdities. Chew a candy. Listen to that song with a perfect soul hook over the one love rap cries. We have seen the subtelties of cultural lives, 70s revolutionary Chilean cuban French. The sweet tenderness of friendship, its hurts and dramas too. The cheap fun of the tabloids, of lost hours on the internet dissecting the tonteras of our age. The hours of sweat and games of chess and sawdust and a smile. Noise and fury signifying everything.

I only claim a desire to sanctify you: Religion, my professor said: the poetic santification of the daily.

Thank you Roger.

Rest in Peace.

4 years ago, I was living in Spain, trying to figure out what...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:23:19 -0400

4 years ago, I was living in Spain, trying to figure out what was next after leaving behind an era just a year back. Unsure where I was going after college, that epochal, glorious, all encompassing joyous time at university in California.

Living in Spain, I spent a lot of time twiddling my thumbs with these kids of Friday Night Lights, who live on the brink of limitless future, but look back with nostalgia at a strangely sad and glorious past, always wondering, wondering what will be, and what was.

So I can relate, when Tyra starts out her speech her saying 2 years ago….I say 4 years ago now. But back then, I wasnt sure.

But now, Im proud to say, Ive made another life. A life epoch to rival and join the club with the California university days. The glory of my life in Chile. The words the art the people the lovers the streets the apartments the people, oh always the people. It has been epoch making.

And yet, now I’m back at that same brink. Looking back at this glory I’m so proud of, yet seeing into the future, wondering whats next, hoping, hoping for a new and wonderful horizon. And most importantly. Seeing with joy it will come, that everything of the last 4 years is holy, and gives birth to more, to that next step into the sun of the future….I love you Chile.

Listening toTyras speech, and looking back at these 3 years, I realize how much Ive accomplised, since I looked forward from Spain with curiosity of what life would become. How much Ive suprised myself, how much Ive seen the world, how I’ve learned to lose and get over it….Now I look out again with hope. I cant wait to start another essay with 3 years ago….that next time around.

But for now, the last 3 have been holy. Thank you for this window into the future, 4 years ago FNL. We go on with the same dreams, once again, as I close this door, and the next door opens.

quoting Tyras speech (better audio here: http://www.hark.com/clips/lflvdpqzwq-tyras-college-essay)

Two years ago, I was afraid of wanting anything. I figured wanting would lead to trying and trying would lead to failure. But now I find I can’t stop wanting. I want to fly somewhere on first class. I want to travel to Europe on a business trip. I want to get invited to the White House. I want to learn about the world. I want to surprise myself. I want to be important. I want to be the best person I can be. I want to define myself instead of having others define me. I want to win and have people be happy for me. I want to lose and get over it. I want to not be afraid of the unknown. I want to grow up and be generous and big hearted, the way people have been with me. I want an interesting and surprising life. It’s not that I think I’m going to get all these things, I just want the possibility of getting them. College represents possibility. The possibility that things are going to change. I can’t wait.

Mahalia Jackson, ” How I got over” pure joy,...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:35:00 -0400

Mahalia Jackson, ” How I got over”

pure joy, retrospection and wonder.

birthday goodness with friends i...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:03:37 -0400

birthday goodness with friends i love

rebekahcecillia:

Natalie’s 27th Birthday. Putas y Flaites. Lastarria Santiago, Chile

fyqueerlatinxs: Javiera Mena, Chliean Lesbian musician

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 19:58:10 -0500

fyqueerlatinxs:

Javiera Mena, Chliean Lesbian musician

rebekahcecillia: Graffiti en el Barrio Yungay, Santiago, Chile

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 10:56:58 -0500

rebekahcecillia:

Graffiti en el Barrio Yungay, Santiago, Chile

rebekahcecillia: Graffiti en el Barrio Yungay, Santiago, Chile

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 10:56:22 -0500

rebekahcecillia:

Graffiti en el Barrio Yungay, Santiago, Chile

on a serious calle 13 kick right now.

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 10:52:33 -0500

on a serious calle 13 kick right now.

tradicion indigeno, arte callejero, santa rosa santiago de...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 10:46:48 -0500

tradicion indigeno, arte callejero, santa rosa santiago de chile

native traditions in street art, santa rosa santiago de chile

arte callejero, santa rosa, santiago chile

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 10:40:13 -0500

arte callejero, santa rosa, santiago chile

alain delon in the original MR RIPLEY, french film purple noon

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 17:04:15 -0500

alain delon in the original MR RIPLEY, french film purple noon

Capricious Summer, czech new wave, lady in the rain…

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 16:59:50 -0500

Capricious Summer, czech new wave, lady in the rain…

movies I saw on the break. High and low (kurosawa) villain....

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 16:53:00 -0500

movies I saw on the break. High and low (kurosawa) villain. cooooool.

happy thanksgiving!!

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 13:23:22 -0500

happy thanksgiving!!