Meta W

Distraction is an Obstruction for the Construction

2009-10-06T05:34:00.001-05:00

Distraction is an Obstruction for the Construction
Originally uploaded by nakú

Vivid Sydney Special

2009-08-07T05:50:00.003-05:00

These pictures of the Sydney Opera House were taken during the once-in-a-lifetime festival in which the iconic sails of the most photographed landmark in the southern hemisphere were lit up by Brian Eno's visionary idea of artistic spatial illumination. http://vividsydney.com/

And the glow from your neck

2009-04-07T07:10:00.002-05:00

Philip St Corner Bent St

2009-04-07T05:02:00.004-05:00

Back again with some urban photography from Sydney...
Sydney is a vibrant city, of an ever changing social, political and economic topography. The upcoming decade offers many challenges for this city, with an increase in city-wide security, a transport system which is screaming for help, educational reforms and the looming global recession. But of all those things that define this city, the essence of architecture is what mainly sets the pencil to the paper for the artist with the canvas and cosmopolitan with the journal in everyone of us.

For some reason, my neck feels uncomfortable as I post the pictures.

I want to...

2009-01-11T02:20:00.004-06:00

Our lives are filled with desires and dreams. Whether they are achieved or not is not as significant as having the motivation, the willingness and imagination to conceive them and to get up everyday to live up to those goals. Our life will always be imperfect from the ideal lifestyle we always romantically formulate in our minds. However, once those ideas become part of our life and merge from the thought to the tangible world, all that is what makes the difference.

I want to...

Celebrating Impermanence

2008-11-15T04:47:00.002-06:00

Life's joy comes from the fact that we will leave this world one day. Inevitable. We do not belong to this world, we are just passing-byers. Life is to be enjoyed, not to hide in. Yet we pray to live eternal lives, we must understand that this chance to be alive is the only one we got. Suck on the marrow of life, let it drip off your chin.

Sydney Counterpoint

2008-11-15T04:25:00.002-06:00

Dedicated to the city of Sydney, which is due for some major changes in its transport system, economy, education, health system and safety, yet it is one of the most beautiful places on Earth.

Xalapa in my mind

2008-09-06T06:52:00.003-05:00

Back to the homeland

2008-09-06T06:18:00.003-05:00

Going back to my hometown has been a very interesting experience. The old streets seem very strange, yet I've seen them so many times in my life. My memory bounces back at me every time I step forward under the trees in the city park, my heart skips a beat every time I look at the people who I lived with all my life. As a foreigner of my hometown, I feel alien yet part of it at the same time. Is it a dream? It is a nostalgic return to the origins of everything, my life and my future.

Blue Skies

2008-09-05T10:52:00.003-05:00

deviantART has not worked very well to produce big images, therefore I will revert to Flickr. However, I have also lost the password to that account, but I still have access to the pictures. No problem. A new account has been made: meta.11ro

I feel the Earth move...

It feels good to be back.

Back online: 2008

2008-09-05T10:22:00.003-05:00

My body's appendages by ~newoz on deviant ART

After my mind failed one morning, I forgot my password to log on to Blogger.
Thankfully, it has all come back to me. Once again,
Meta-W is back online.

Hundreds of pictures will come, as I integrate a new image linking method with deviantART.

My deviantART profile is newoz, check out the current shots, which will appear soon on this website.

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Después de que mi memoria había fallado una mañana cualquiera, había perdido mi memoria sobre mi contraseña a Blogger. Después de meses de desolación, lo he encontrado. Y una vez más,
Meta-W regresa.

Hay muchas nuevas fotografías que pronto apareceran en el sitio. Estoy probando un método para mostrar imagenes desde deviantART.

Mi identidad en deviantART es newoz. Chequen las fotos actuales, que apareceran pronto en este sitio.

Over 2008

2007-12-25T03:36:00.000-06:00

Long has it been since I've updated. I have traveled through places and emotions, and have managed to capture some of the essence of the city I find myself to dwell in. Towards the end of the petroleum era, humans face the hard task of moving forward when pulled astray by consumerism, industrialization and dependence on the whole system they live in, built upon that powerful substance. With the present commodities, what is that which we will face in the next 20 years?

As of now, pictures will displayed at a larger resolution.

Canberra

2007-08-24T03:56:00.000-05:00

7.8.2007

2007-08-07T06:02:00.000-05:00

New Wave

2007-08-04T06:53:00.000-05:00

Update at the About page. Please click on the About link above this blog to view new rules on the site and the media it carries.

New Times

2007-08-03T06:12:00.000-05:00

It has been time to move, to think and to develop. Now, looking at a new horizon, I feel as if I have never seen the world. New doors open to me, some doors are left shut. My memory trembles at the new sounds, textures, smells and colors of this new place. I have been so attached to my land, to my world, to my memory. It is time I opened, it is time to live.

I want to thank everybody back home for becoming part of my collective memory.
I will always think of you.

New rules will appear on the ABOUT site of this page, due to concerns on the images and individuals displayed on the photographs.

Sandstorms, cloud whirlpool

2007-06-16T19:26:00.000-05:00

Thank you

2007-06-16T19:00:00.000-05:00

My town, my life

2007-06-03T13:45:00.000-05:00

Funk You Again

2007-06-03T13:17:00.001-05:00

In the name of the lost guitar, I dedicate this post to my dear friends from Funk You.

Orange World

2007-05-27T19:09:00.000-05:00

As an amateur photographer, and as a close friend of a musician and his band, I have come closer to the mexican society, and to reality as well. Back in the days of junior high, I lived my life through school, nothing else. I simply closed myself from the outer world, and knew very little about it.

When I came over to a local library in town, to check out my friend's music, I learned more about the power of my photographs, of the images I saw every second of my life.

Now that I'm going away, I feel the urge to grasp every second of my remaining time to photograph the nostalgic city I live in. Thank you all for visiting my photoblog, your feedback, although scarce, is very valuable to my understanding of my photography.

Sora

2007-05-19T13:30:00.000-05:00

Here in Mexico, global warming has affected our general perspective of how weather comes and goes. Many decades ago, my town would be covered for days by fog. Now, temperature changes abruptly in a few hours. Our crops have been suffering lately from these weather changes. Unfortunately, no measures have been taken to reduce Mexico's greenhouse gas emissions. But still, the sky changes very quickly, and every now and then something strange forms among the clouds.

My town, my mind

2007-05-19T13:09:00.000-05:00

Living in Mexico suggests a rather interesting theme of photography. Whenever I go abroad, I don't seem to find the nostalgic images evoked in everyday life in Mexico. The culture, the food, the people, the language, the dusty streets, the rusted cars. I find in Mexico a lot of opportunities and images to take a great photograph, even more than in other countries.

Don't Look Back

2007-05-03T20:05:00.000-05:00

Quieto

2007-04-30T18:07:00.000-05:00

Mexico is a very interesting country. Millions of people live in this country with indigenous blood within their very souls. The prehispanic world screams before the overwhelming capitalism and technology. Where will this nation go as times go by?

Eye on Mexico City

2007-04-29T17:04:00.000-05:00

A travel around the nation's capital surely changes a photographer's perspective of a bustling metropolis on the messages it conveys through every look, every corridor, every street, every light post, every rubbish bin, every graffiti-covered wall.

GeoFurnace

2007-04-12T21:40:00.000-05:00

After the night

2007-04-12T21:10:00.000-05:00

April 12 2007

2007-04-12T20:36:00.001-05:00

Testing large images with flickr

Welcome

2007-04-12T12:19:00.000-05:00

ABOUT META W

Meta W is the result of various blogging experiments, involving photography, audio and video. Meta W became a photoblog after having failed different blog formats, such as being a dairy, a memoir and a general rant blog.

I am Newoz, a Mexico-based amateur photographer and student. Throughout my life I have been amazed by the power of art in a person's mind; how attractive it seems, how mad it can become. I set up this blog more than 3 years ago as an endeavor to log my daily life, feelings and thoughts. It worked for more than a year when I understood that blogging about my life, my deepest doubts and actions, was becoming a problem. I disposed of it and created another one with a different purpose: thoughts about the world I live in and hobbies. The blog didn't get much traffic, was becoming repetitive and had many template modifications. I later got a digital camera in my hands and started taking pictures almost immediately. I never had a place to keep and show my pictures, so I started to upload them to the blog. And Meta W was born.

My whole life has been filled with images of streets, parks, trees, blackboards, cloudy skies, people, etc. I felt the urge to explain my world with images: how I percieved it, how I thought of something, what I have seen.

What have I seen? It has all been a haphazard life.

DISCLAIMER:

The individuals, places, company names, advertising and ideas portrayed in the photographs of this blog serve no other purpose but art. Any damage or offense coming from this blog, its ideas or images is not the responsibility of the author.

The author does not produce any sort of income from this site's usage, as images are not currently commercially available. However, if it where the case, the site may be subject to changes without the viewers' consent.

More information
Blogger Profile
Flickr Profile and Photographs

Gas - Microscopic

2007-04-11T22:01:00.000-05:00

Nice

Website updates

2007-04-11T20:08:00.000-05:00

Again, more updates for the site.
I feel the need to change the site's template and appearance, as I'll need more space for the pictures.

I'll try to revert to classic template mode in order to look for a good template out there.

From this point, all posts will have large pictures, so make sure you have a good bandwidth connection.

Wakal /Desvia Si On Again/Pop Street Sound

2007-03-31T20:29:00.000-06:00

Yesterday I attended Wakal's concert. A pretty cool concert I must say, having to wait for 3 hours for this bad DJ to stop mixing and let Wakal step on stage and play his magic. Those 60 pesos were well spent, although way too late. -_-

The World

The Green Light

Eclipse

Eclipse 2

Light Shower

Ink in the air

Solar Earth

Morado

Naranja

Fortunately, against all odds in our society and world, we are essentially humans

Funk You!!!!

2007-03-24T23:34:00.000-06:00

Where is your god now??!!

Setting up

Scaffold Lyrics

You amp too high, you'll get burnt

Naked

The revolving spiral at the center moved faster everytime the trumpet, trombone and sax sang. People where dancing naked, their spirit loose and their emotions wildly screaming. It was wonderful, yet painful to get through so many forces of nature in a confined space. Those humans let their bandages and clothes off to dance the human dance, in a world of equality and happiness. So brief was it ...

Does parallel meet somewhere? Of course!

2007-03-20T17:37:00.000-06:00

Once again, preparing the sonic boom. Where is it? Not here yet.

Not now

Testing

Parallel meets somewhere

Now!!

Dance on sand

Where is it? Here! In the air, in your feet, in you heart, in your head. It is everywhere. Dance baby human!! Dance until your legs fall off and your head pops!!! It is human, it is meaningless. But feel it!! Feel the power of the art of noise, of light, of thoughts, of movement. It is human, mortal. May it go beyond the limits of time!!

The second sun

2007-03-18T16:44:00.000-06:00

When humans come to the subworld, they become liquid and light. They begin to mix among each other, others dive into each other to create a whirlpool, others simply evaporate, others remain untouched, and others tremble.Dark Rose

Among those humans, many become a mix. Lines and frontiers vanish, and, between the noise, silence reigns. It is that silence which makes us one, united, complemented. Human emotions? That is the flower of the subworld. It is its essence and its body. I stood there and saw the many, different people becoming a single being, enlightened and moving. People would walk around me, bumping, placing their hands on my back, dashing, asking me to move. I could have been scared to death from watching so many people becoming a liquid of grey matter and light, but I was already in it when energy kicked in.

Arena

At the center, people would dance and blend and fuse into each other. Orgy. You might think they were fighting. Nonsense, it is simply human to become one. When the sun goes down, another one decides to come every now and then each month. And that's where among the shadows, light is born. Spark. It ignites and humans feel warmth and embrace each other. It is a miracle. But where was I? I was just there, watching them, observing their nature come out from under their skin.

Bridges above Countries

Shadows' Shadow

Subworld

2007-03-18T16:01:00.000-06:00

I haven't been anywhere interesting in the last month, and my mind has always been busy doing other stuff. But not too long ago I traveled into the subworld. Strangely, the sun didn't come out that day, it was rather cool.

Subworld, Substructure

Subworld

When you come into the subworld, many things appear from the mist. Not only will you find yourself among many others, but inside a new world where laws and rules are indistinguishable and rendered somewhat useless. It is a world where humans become from millions into one.

Red Crate

The subworld makes things roll from flat floors, makes jumps seem endless falls, makes sound feel like hugs. It is a world which you may visit ocassionally, for too much is not too good for your health.

New site update

2007-02-03T23:16:00.000-06:00

Probably, the site will remain with the current, new template, featuring all Blogger beta's goodness. I still have to learn how to manage some of those strange tags.

Site updates, again

2007-02-03T21:33:00.000-06:00

I will be testing the current template with the new beta features in the following days.
Hopefully everything goes smoothly, but I am running into many strange tags and complex structures, so it will take a while.

Session

2007-02-03T19:37:00.000-06:00

Newborn Wave

The days go by, millions are born and millions die. As for those who have been thrown into reality, here on planet Earth or on any spot in the universe, they shall recieve their life with open arms and live, no matter how insignificant or short their existance is. As for those who die, leaving a trace in your species' history is what matters. And when you die, make sure you get things fixed.

The waves crash in the sand, sending its many particles flying in neverending circles. The wave roars, with a scream that would scare the deepest corridors of your soul. Then, it halts and dies. Silent. The wave retreats and lets another one go by.

Perishable
Man has gone far. He has built cars that can take him to long distances fast. He has designed boats to go across infinite oceans. He has flown jets to scratch the sky. He has swimmed in vacumm in orbit. He has even seen foreign horizons. But he is still weak, perishable, vulnerable to become fragmented and torn apart. His mind may be throwing an axe at his neck constantly, but his body will be beaten by rust from lords Time and Event. A man can be made of steel, but can still be erased as sand in the wind. Are you scared? You need not be frightened, as there are many among you that will help you out. Desperate? You still live on mother planet Earth, hug a tree. Once in a time, turn off all your electic appliances (except the fridge and/or alarm system).

My girl
Holding the steel bar, I dance around the path. The ocean behind embraces me with its salty hands, showering my eyes with light from blue skies. The trees in the distance stand still, moving as if happy with the breeze. They grab the ground firmly, making sure their life continues in the place where they were born, holding for dear life the warm Earth revolving around a mighty star. Here I am, my present is sand. What is behind that hill?The first walk on the sandy beaches where water sleeps

Blue
The little child grasped his father's shoulder tightly, with his face looking straight to the sky, between the metal, glass and plastic on the way. His eyes were fixed to the wide blue yonder over him, the celestial roof. His eyes, humid, the mirror of the world, were wide open, letting his young mind and body become connected to the new life. As if in horror, as if in curiousity, as if in wonder, the toddler observed the inorganic materials passing by a blue field, like strips of paint over a blue canvas falling to the ground and splashing on your clothes. What was he thinking about at that moment? Life, flicker before me. The sky, resembled in his blue eyes, traced a route where the leaves would dearly fall on, where strings would swirl around and vibrate in happiness, where water would kiss his red lips; a track where he would walk, run, dash and jog towards the finish line, where he would make the final orchestration of his existance.

4-ch.net Post #1

2007-02-02T22:22:00.001-06:00

Hello friends.
I have been over at the 4-ch.net forums, spending some quality time writing really interesting posts. I came across this thread in the Love & Romance board in which a person was asking wether having loved is better than not having loved. The thread is located at http://4-ch.net/love/kareha.pl/1169826168/

I just wanted to vomit some of the poison from inside, and found a little opportunity of doing so in that forum. And now, in this blog.

Oh, just before you read, don't mind my swearing and possible grammatical/vocabulary mistakes.

Opening post:

Well, what's your opinion? Is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?

Also, does this only apply to active love, when you're going out and are a recognised couple, or do crushes apply as well?

As for me, I've never been in active love, but I have been in love. I think that it was a good feeling to experience, no matter if I "lost" it, or not.

My response:

I once fell in love, around 9th grade (fresh XD). A few words to describe its plotline: introduction: the group "grupito", first contact: old lover letter, discovery: MSN assault, ISS sunrise, cold December, experiment, the shadow, the broken sky, black July, the blank response, post mortem ...

Yeah, well, I could say that I dumped her because of my own faults. I was stupid enough to dump the girl most guys would die for o_O beautiful, slim, cute, literate, etc. Why did I escape? Seriously, I escaped from her because I was so afraid of going into a black hole by just being with her. And, before I say anything else, we were quite close, and I could bet a lot that she was MAD for me, but I never, or rather face-to-face, asked her to: "expand our relation, to an upper level". I was just a misunderstood emo-geek-nerd-cold bastard, living with this collar tight to my neck. I really knew my relationship with her could go really really far (and by far I mean sex or something similar (15 year old already?! WTF!?!!)).

I know that after dumping her I hit her hard. HARD!! She was lost, going awful at school, depressed, etc. She even hooked up to a weird guy that talked really gay, but was straight (I still look at that guy and my "ex" having these strange ways of communicating: they would suddenly break from the crowd to talk something in private, he would start to behave weird, and my "ex" would just stare and nod. Hmmm, I'm such a fag.

I think it's time that I answered that question. I dumped her because I, sort of, got lost. The torrent of feelings would go from full throttle to nothing very quickly, and I would just go through my days in "auto-pilot". I was so awfully twisted back then, and decided to make this "experiment" on her. The experiment was designed in order to cause an impact or spark in her, which would draw her closer to me, because it seemed as if I was just going towards her, not equally. I overheard some of her conversations, and found out that she really noticed that I was not talking to her anymore, and that I was running away from her.

Seriously, NEVER DO THAT TO A GIRL IF YOU INTEND TO CONTINUE FOR MONTHS! NEVER PLAY WITH A HUMAN'S FEELINGS, EITHER MALE OR FEMALE. Man, I was such an idiot. XD

Then it was summer. I would just stay online for weeks, leaving the computer running all the time, playing MMORPGs and blogging. I was so depressed. Then, about the first day of school, I saw her carrying bags filled with books, she was wearing a white hoody, and said hi. I simply, with a blank face, said hi. She froze, I could tell from her body: getting stiff, rigid. She probably stayed like that for half a second. Then, I turned and walked away. WHAM! The End.

Man!! I'm such a bastard!!! X( I so fucking hate myself for doing that. Now, it's too late to repair the damage.

Well, I know from this experience, the first real love of my life, that getting to know what loving is is awe-inspiring. Having loved helps to build your being and maturity. Not having loved is a somewhat unlucky, but sometimes love comes by unexpectedly. In my situation, before and after my biggest mistake, I noticed/heard/was told that many girls fell in love with me, but would never make anything to go close to me (at least, that was what I percieved). Down here in Mexico, shy boys are rather a nuisance, and are destined to go to the gallows. But I was brought up differently, so I looked at things the other way around ._. Maybe I was too shy/cold/deattached? Sure, shy guys are tough, as well as shy girls. u_u

Now I wonder, will love ever come by my whereabouts again?

I really always wanted to write that sad episode of my life. And now, I am thinking of posting this same post on my blog. Thank you >>1

I am sorry. I sometimes need to get some of those dark animals making a racket down there in my soul. There are some days in which I just can't do anything and live in an idle status, just let my brain and my body do the job, while my consciousness and soul tremble, cry, kick, punch, yell, scream and bleed. Life is not easy ._.

Site updates

2007-01-25T14:52:00.000-06:00

Took away the Music Player and the Tag Board, didn't see much activity with them and were just a problem to load for some computers. I am currently looking into some other interesting apps.

It's COLD OUT THERE!! I miss those warm summer mornings (°_°) {I'd like some tea please)

Back online :3

2007-01-19T17:31:00.000-06:00

Hello fellow readers. Back again, and on Blogger 2 already! Last year we had a very active visitor flow, although it slowed down to almost 1 visitor per day -_- Any explanation? Certainly, I haven't written much lately. Now that I have the time to post, with my consciousness and brittle fingers from this savaging freezing weather >.< , I want to say hello to everybody, and wish a great start for this new year. I indeed had a very interesting start, let's begin! Bassic

Life is just like plucking a guitar: you see the guitar from afar, walk to it and hold it in your arms. The guitar, with its many faces, sizes and colors, is prepared to sing the story of the world. Your fingers readily dash about, around the strings, sensing their son-to-father love from the metal strings. Then, as if the true moment of life, the climax, got to a bottleneck route, concentrated, impressive, excesive, ready to explode and grow on the plane of existance, the string is plucked. It vibrates, smiling as it dances to and fro amongst the millions of atoms in the air, launching them to oblivion. It laughs, then it dies.

Star Guitar
As a train goes by, the leafs tremble by its mighty power.
Where will the train go? Only its conductor knows.
The train splits through the air as ballons shudder from its speed, the girl's hair lifting as if excited, the guitarplayer stands there unaffected.

Highway
What lies on the other end of the highway? Some plan for it, others just go through it, others stop in their tracks in the middle of the road. Where are we, where are you, where am I?

Afternoon Pause
What better than a little nap in the afternoon to recharge your batteries? There is always a time to rest between all those activities you have planned. :3

Ohayou 2007!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-12-31T05:29:00.000-06:00

Say hello to the new sun, the new year.

This new year, fellow readers, I promise new improvements, such as migrating to Blogger 2 and interaction tools.

I wish you all a great new year.
May all your crazy dreams come true!1

Oh, and probably see you soon on Youtube!!

Oyasuminasai

2006-12-14T21:00:00.000-06:00

Hello everybody.
Don't expect updates soon: I'll be having some wonderful vacations to forget everything of life and death. I will maybe place some new pictures, but who knows what I'll be doing.

In the journey, I will manually blog: write down some notes for my pics and stuff. You can't really depend on your memory, you need some aids often.

Sayonara!
Happy holidays, merry christmas and a happy new year!!!

OMEDETOU!!!!!!!!
(wapanese days, aren't they?)

John Cage - 4'33''

2006-12-03T16:12:00.000-06:00

Very interesting piece of art. Really questions the definition of music.

Last.FM

2006-12-02T20:30:00.000-06:00

I have read about Last.FM many times, and always wondered what it is all about.
Today I signed up for an account, and haven't stop listening to music since then.

On the left sidebar is a Last.FM column showing the music I have heard lately.
If I had known what this thing was all about a long time ago, I would have been there already.

蟲師 Review

2006-12-02T10:06:00.000-06:00

I am trying not to make spontaneous reviews of the various animes I watch over the weekends. But I have to make an exception. Sincerely, this anime deserves many honors for being an anime which, out of the blue, really tickles your soul, mind and body.

蟲師, Mushishi, Mushi-master, is a 26 episode anime series based on the manga of the same title. The manga, suprisingly, has had more than 7 volumes released, and is ongoing.

Mushi,蟲, means bug in Japanese. But in 蟲師,蟲 is a living form, close to the living, close to the dead, something close to energy. Humans aren't capable of seeing them, but they are affected by those mushi. Some humans, miraculously, can see them, but may sometimes think of them as illusions, hallucinations, etc. Yet, those little mushi are much more powerful than us. Like magic, these mushis can even bring the dead to life, make holes in mountains, make aurora-like illusions, make dreams to happen in real life, even kill people. But, like any living being, they live and serve a purpose in life, which can either be killing or helping people.

Ginko, a 蟲師, a mushi-master, travels across a XVIII or XIX century Japan, helping out people who are affected by these mushi. He may be a mushi slayer, but he just helps to control them. People find him weird, like a magician, seen things that normal people can't see. Mushi may sometimes act like humans, animals or just like matter. They can disguise themselves like humans, animals or like matter. No matter what, mushis are all around us, performing acts that can kill yet helping life to continue.

蟲師 is different from all the animes. Most animes are clichés: following the same stereotypes; just changing the plot, the hair color, the voice pitchness and the boob size. 蟲師, out of the wide blue yonder, sets on Earth like fog, slow, quiet. It just surrounds you, embraces you. It may let you go, it may capture you. Like a mushi, it may or may not be seen. I maybe had caught a glimpse of it, rolling down the green hills, slowly moving in the distance. When I came to, I was already inmersed in a world of white, humid, cold and warm. It made me sleepy, meditative. It got hold of my heart, petting it. It hugged my soul, which rolled on the floor with happiness. My body slowed down, and remained dormant on a chair. It surely makes you sleep, but its so good you just can't get away from it.

蟲師 doesn't have an official ending theme. It does, however, have a very interesting opening theme. Ally Kerr and his "The Sore Feet Song", along with a vegetation-surreal-like background, introduces the anime with a wonderful, peaceful feeling. I'll upload the song to the player for you as soon as possible.

Filled with traditional stories, myths and leyends from the Japanese culture, 蟲師 surely has a surreal aspect worth pondering about. For example: Episode 5, The Travelling Swamp.

Ginko came upon these swamps along the way to a town near the sea. He noticies that, when walking alongside a swamp and looking back, the water bodies suddenly disappear in the ground. He continues walking until he comes across another swamp. There, he finds a lady, Io, with green hair walking across the swamp, holding in both hands fish. They talk together about the bizarre nature of the swamp. The swamp travels: it moves underground and resurfaces, moving through a mountain range. Io follows it, since she became emotionally united with it.

She was offered to marry the water god, as a savage flood was attacking a town. She was thrown to the river and drowned. In her last moments of conscioussness, she saw a green thing approaching her. When she came to, she appeared in a swamp, with her haired dyed in green. The swamp had told her she should continue living, and therefore she felt that she should stay with it, follow it in its journeys.

Ginko concluded that it was a mushi. When Io and the swamp where leaving, he found out that the swamp was nothing else but a mushi that made living beings translucent and that was traveling to the sea. It was traveling to its deathbed.

Io deared so much to stay with the swamp, that she was making it company in its final journey. In the river delta, Ginko and others set up a net to rescue Io. They managed to catch a red kimono she wore when in the swamp. But her body was gone.

The next day, some fishermen caught an enormous school of fish. Within the net, they found a strange body. They discovered Io's body, still living, unstable, in a gelatinous form, translucent.

Ginko aided her, and brought her back to her former self. She was scared when she woke up, because she knew that the swamp was going to die, but she never wanted to leave its side. She recovered, and her hair turned black. Io lived her whole life near that river delta, near the sea where the swamp in which she died once perished.

While resurfacing, the swamp left behind its offspring. It knew it was time, so it got up and walked to its final place, the sea.

The anime looks as good as the manga. Many of the scenes portrayed in the manga are also shown in the anime, with great fidelity. Of course, manga is printed in black and white due to economical reasons. The anime is a festival of light and color, giving a general feeling to the series. Many interesting color and painting techniques are used. It almost tried to use chiaroscuros. The sound, also, is amazingly soothing. Most of the sound heard in the anime is naturally produced, that is, recorded audio from woods, rivers, waterfalls, mountains, etc. The music also plays an important role, as it can be an aid for the anime mood and its atmospheric feel.

It's wonderful, totally different from most of the anime I have seen and heard of. Watching it was like meditation. It made me sleepy, but it was soo good that I had to keep myself awake. It does have a strange way of showing human nature; I'll have to look more into the story to understand it better.

Ginko is a really weird but cool guy. He is like a nomad, as he attracts mushis like a magnet, for no aparent reason, and has to leave anywhere he goes as soon as possible. Io, and many other women in the series seem to have a sentimental attachment to Ginko, but it is quite improbable as it is not displayed. Even though, you can still think of Ginko as a person many people could fall in love with. But its an anime, for god sakes! Let's all go on with our lifes, please.

But, of course, when you reach the end of the anime or manga, I beg you to stand up and applaud to this contemporary masterwork.

New tracks: Stickam Player restored

2006-11-18T15:05:00.000-06:00

Finally, I have been able to upload music without trouble.

The new tracks are the following:
DEPAPEPE - Wake Up!
Coldplay - Talk (Junkie XL mix)
DEPAPEPE - Night & Day

Will upload more tracks in the following days.

November comes as it goes away

2006-11-17T17:34:00.000-06:00

Pictures, more pictures, that I have taken. Luckily, I haven't come upon many bugs that will stop me from uploading pictures.

G Sharp
I love this picture. I took it during a class, with caution. Just by looking at it, it reminds me of the need of being together with someone, not really loving but just being there with somebody. Being alone is just so cold, but that is what we have in our life, even though there are so many of us in the planet.

File
I always try to sort my things in place, in order. I feel good looking at it, clean. It might be a philia, I like to get my stuff in order. But, sometimes, I feel uncomfortable when being in a place that looks standarized, too strict, too perfect. Weird, but true. Messing stuff a little bit puts my mind in ease.

Slow titans
Looking at the sky, slow, warm sun embracing me. Wind dancing with my hair and clothes. My eyes, narrow, look at the slow titans hovering above. Big titans, bigger than cities, crawling over the terrain, holding water to feed the thirsty plants. They are white, hard-working, confident titans that wander around, looking for somebody or something to hold to. Little metal birds fly through them, leaving smoke behind that makes them a little sick. They are also black, strong, tall, fast, humid titans that are ready to drop their load over the land. They come close to us, letting us pet them. They are also very far away from us, near to heaven; they stretch and sometimes give the sun a large hulla-loop to dance with. Funny, loveable, sometimes fearful, titans. Don't ever mess with them, OK?

DEPAPEPE

2006-11-17T16:48:00.000-06:00

Listen to this awesome duo, DEPAPEPE, maxing out their guitars with a kick-ass song of their new single.

Night and day!!

Migration

2006-11-17T16:29:00.000-06:00

I've been thinking of migrating to Blogger 2 BETA.
Should I stay with the same oldskool Blogger?

I suppose that the time is near to evolve to a superior form of blogging interface and interaction.

November 17th 2006

2006-11-17T13:33:00.000-06:00

Hello everybody. I finally got round to collect all the pictures I have taken lately. Interesting.

Samoyed
The little, but rather big, samoyed layed there, just relaxing in this comfortable saturday afternoon, looking at space with a sad face. Very few times did he raise his eyes towards me. Was he reflecting the obscure passageways of my soul?

Afterlife

We gathered together, a few days after the end of October, to pray for a dear friend that perished in an accident. We still have this cut seeping blood, which we hide with our smiles. After praying for his wellness, we remained in silence. We cried, some with tears, some with rain within themselves. What has become of our friend, after 2 years of leaving our realm?

November
Just by thinking of November, November, I think of days covered with fog. I like that type of days. They make me wonder: was there even anything beyond the fog, those clouds that have come close to us to say hello?

Boundaries
I wonder if there is anything more in life, more than being human: being encased, trapped, in this humble body? What happens when I give in to darkness when my vessel breaks up and lets me fly away?

Cat Soup - Nekojiro-so - ねこぢる草

2006-11-04T18:14:00.000-06:00

Wonderful surreal animation from a female manga-ka that comitted suicide in 98.

Possible japanese Youtube??

2006-11-03T18:17:00.000-06:00

I browsed a few days ago for the recently launched PSP Camera, and came upon this site very similar to the Youtube site structure and format.

It is called Ameba Vision, from Ameba. I suppose they intended to name it amoeba, as the site's icon is an irregular formed green object. Maybe a spelling error, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be as overpopulated by users as in Youtube, as it mostly seems to be visited by national internet surfers, japanese. It doesn't seem to have any flagging capabilities, maybe I haven't seen one yet, and the video sometimes gets out of sync with the audio. Sometimes, pages won't show up because of too many people watching the same video. That hasn't happened to me in Youtube, not that I'm aware of. Most of the stuff available is unreachable to me because I haven't figured out the dozens of links and buttons. All in japanese!!! Poor me -.-

The videos sometimes have a superior quality than those of Youtube. And the audio can also be in stereo. The loading time depends on the video, and sometimes, when clicking the play and stop buttons a couple of times while the video is loading makes the player to freeze. Strange bug.

Somehow, Blogger doesn't let me put a video from this site in a post. It won't seem to accept the JavaScript language the code has.

Link: http://vision.ameba.jp

Tag board disabled

2006-10-27T22:40:00.000-05:00

There are times in which sometimes our decisions are wrong, not worth doing. It has happened to me again. Used wrong sponsor, now I have this noob trying to reach me while I survive my hardships.

Yes, a real, living sponsor. I can't call it a friend, as it never was. That little bastard, so poor yet carring around expensive electronics. He thinks he's really something, gangsta', but he's just bad, just nothing. Nothing.

A possible unexpected offspring of two stress-overdosed humans. Too busy to look after their kids. The new humans are set alone, abandoned, on a white planet surrounded by pitch-black people. And so, they react to attract attention. Humble souls. I pity him, and hate him for his faults. I understand what he tries to do, but we just reject him anyway. We don't have time for his troubles. Go get somebody trained to help you out.

I don't think I will post anything in the coming weeks, I've got so much to do, to read, to think about. It's caos, it's tough. I don't want to think of anything else.

I have recently been unable to distinguish my dreams from the real, tangible reality. I know dreams finish, but as I can't tell dreams from reality, I expect the real to vanish. It's only destroying me, disolving my mind, rotting my body. I can't grasp my actions anymore. What should I do? There is but one thing to do: wake up.

How do I wake up, then, in this hybrid real dream? I live in this dream, performing tasks. I will only wake up whence they are complete, finished, executed.

When will it all end?

A question

2006-09-29T21:42:00.000-05:00

I was asked, not long ago, about the purpose of my blogging. At first, I was about to say something, but then didn't. I wasn't sure, back then, if I really had a blog for a reason. I have been pondering about this for a while, and the real purpose of this blog is still uncertain.

I am, in a way, what modern phsycologists call "hikikomori". I am not a hikikomori, but the way I live and think resembles the hikikomori lifestyle. Hikikomori comes from the japanese term "to pull away, seclude", which, in those oriental lands, means social withdrawal. Hikikomories (hikikomoris?), who are about almost a million in Japan, live their lives alone, secluded in their own rooms or homes for weeks, months, or even years, without contacting society directly and depending on someone else for their survival. They don't come out of their caves, only for the ocassional food shopping, and spend most of their time sleeping, watching TV or being plugged into the computer, mainly surfing the internet. I don't live like that, as I have classes to attend to. There I contact just a piece of the real experience of being involved in a society. When I'm not at school, I just use the computer, researching, doing homework, etc. I seldomly go out, as I am not invited to social reunions, and at the same time I prevent myself from being involved in them.

Fine.

But why? Why am I shutting myself from society, and, the ultimate question of life and death, why do I even blog?!?!

Let's go slowly over the stuff in my head, dig in the piles of images, sounds and memories collected in my mind, in the big staircase of files. I live in an OK family, I have a father, a mother, a sister, a brother, etc. We live simple lives, living at the edge of a urbanization-starving city. I attend school, my parents work. We all work together to keep our family's and society's gears turning. But, our parents split up, to live separate lives, as it was convienent for the both of them to live divorced to prevent further difficulties. Still, that decision brought other problems that the family was about to face. I will only focus on myself, from now on. The few times I have seen my father, which have been quite a few, about 10, after the divorce, caused something in me to not develop correctly. Let's say that I became socially-detached from not being guided in life by my father. And at the same time, I secluded myself from not noticing that burden building up, since before I was 7 years old.

I am a disaster, you may say. I don't attend social reunions, such as parties, dinner with friends, going to the movies with others, joining hobby clubs, you name it. Why am I limiting myself to come upon new experiences in life? Fear, of failing, of being laughed at, between other reasons, is probably my biggest fobias. And therefore social fobia. Agoraphobia, sociophobia, gynophobia, arrhenphobia, philophobia, etc., are among some of the phobias I have observed in my behavior. People may see me from afar as calm, but inside I am a savaging inferno of sorrow. And, surprisingly, some have heard the sounds of pain from inside.

I am no hikikomori, but if I had the money, and a place to live, I would become one very easily.

And then again, why do I blog? Why did I set up this blog in the blogsphere? Why am I even typing this on this crappy computer (and monitor too), anyway? There is not a simple answer to that question, but I'll try to do my best to make it as clear as possible.

Humans, since the beginning, have felt the need to express themselves, to communicate. That is why the paper, the novel (and other literary works), the telegraph, the radio, the phone, the TV, the Internet, and the blog, where invented. To express, to communicate ideas and feelings.

I am a humble person, I might become angry somewhat easily, and seem to reject people who try to contact and "elope around me", to socialize with me, and only accept those who have had a social relationship with me since a long time, and those who I accepcted to socialize with. You might not notice it, but I am fragmented from inside. And those who have felt my cold spirit and bitter personality have questioned it.

I don't speak much, I am more of a writer than a speaker. If I ever want to express anything, like this, I would materially represent it in text, not spoken words. People ask me personal things, and I suddenly have difficulties coming up with things and ideas. It is an unconscious act, I don't really block myself up. It's like a self-shutting system to which there seems to be no OFF button.

And then, to answer things with 100% confidence, to express the feelings and ideas from within, I have to write it down. And so, there is this blog. This is where my feelings and ideas become materialized, represented, to vent myself. If I didn't have this blog, I would have become a graphophilic, I suppose. My social condition is a problem to my own development. But I am afraid, of being ridiculized, being embarrased, and rejected. Just by thinking of society, a part of my mind lights up in fear.

"Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you..."

Backspace 01

2006-09-23T21:41:00.000-05:00

A great After Effects short film from the australian group backspace.com.au , featured in the first page of Youtube.

September 23rd 2006

2006-09-23T17:32:00.000-05:00

My mind seems to be walking through fog. I can't get my ideas in order.

Yesterday, I heard of an out-of-the-ordinary concert, more like an educational concert for kids adapted to a more mature audience. Still, there where many kids in the theater. I haven't gone to the theater in a long time, it seems like ages. When was the last concert I went to? 3 or 4 months ago?

It was a humid night, bustling, noisy. My mind was OK back then. People flocked at the entrance, having their tickets torn as they went through. I met a friend of mine outside, said hello to her and walked around the main facade. Later I went inside, had my ticket torn apart by a lady of the theater's crew, got a brochure and walked upstairs to enter the theater's main room.

It was cold, bright and very noisy. I walked among cables and crew members of the state's public television service. I noticed I was in the way, so I kept on walking, dodging power cables in my way. Then, in the distance, I saw my friend, sitting around many other persons; kids, adolescents, adults, seniors. Probably about 60 humans in my field of view. I felt vulnerable, and tried to keep my cool. I walked upstairs some more.

I have a headache...

Finally, we managed to get some space for me. I sat down and saluted my friend's friends. Tomodachi no tomodachi. He introduced me to his friends, which attend the same music school as he does. Cool people, a great sense of musical nature and an amazing spirit. I have never seen people so enthusiastic in such a long time! I am such an loser...

The oboe played A, followed by other instruments tuning. I love that noise, the least painful of all noises, the cello's strings vibrating and the contrabass' rough sounds. Silence. The musicians ready themselves as the young, somewhat unexperienced, conductor lifted his arms to begin the piece. Hundreds of eyes focused on the conductor, breathing halted. All was quiet between the stage and the audience.

And the first notes began to be played. They just appeared as if they were already in the air.

...

Did you cry? I was asked. Firstly, I wasn't sure what she meant by that.
I looked at her eyes, humid. Then my friends', reddish. What had just happened, right now?
I probed my eyes too. They where also wet.
She asked her friends too, some said they did, some said they didn't.
Why did our eyes become humid? What just made our eyes become full of sorrow? The contrasting light before us? The cold air coming from the humming air-conditioning system? The flashing lights from the silver-cromed flute? There was one thing. It went through me. Like air, like water. It caught me and everyone of us, entangled our bodies with a power so great that our own spirits would become britle from so much wear and tear. I had not sensed it until afterwards, as the young adolescent rested on the chair, with weary eyes, yet with a highly skilled sense of hearing. I dared not to look at her, but at the very end of my field of view, there she was, resting, as if sleeping, next to me. What was I thinking? I just listened to the music. And then it hit me, as if I had just walked into a brick wall. I observed the abstract figure before me, flowing through everything like a fluid, making the whole theater vibrate in total synchronization. What was it? It was energy. Sound!! But how could that cause such an emotional effect on us? I wasn't paying attention, and seemed to seldomly have.

I always observed music as an object, with form, color, texture and smell. But I never really analyzed it with other objects. It vibrated, it hummed, it jumped and hissed. It spoke a language we can't understand conscioussly. But, on the other hand, we do understand what it tries to express, unconscioussly. That part of my self which I don't visit ocassionally punched me in the face, and I never saw it coming. Music is like poetry, with words, just with a different interface and ideological representation. That is how I should listen to music. Not as noise, but as words.

Sorrow filled our eyes as the pubert played swiftly through the piano keys, her hands moving with ease and haste. Sorrow filled our eyes as the pubert played swiftly through the piano, his hands sensing the piano keys; seeing nothing, yet hearing an enormous universe surrounding him. Sorrow filled our eyes as the young adult played swiftly with the silver-cromed flute, breathing in and out as if she were dancing along with the music.

...

Applause. We all cheerfuly clapped our hands in unison to thank our fellow musicians. The air becoming warm, as people cheered and smiled as the 3 young musicians bowed.

Then, the lights were turned on. People got up from their seats and walked downstairs to the lobby. I standed near my new acquaintances, not knowing whether to follow them or to walk across the stage and walk to the parking lot. And then, my body trembled. I noticed it. There was a flow of adrenalin in my blood. What happened? Why did my body suddenly become so tense, like if I were standing under a building being demolished before me? What did the Firebird do to knock the building off the ground and hurl it to me. Catch! it ordered.

I said goodbye to my friends, and walked away, to the parking lot. The air had cooled down. It was near midnight, and the city was still alive. The light from it colored the sky with an orange color. Where had the stars gone? Where did everything go? Was there anything beyond this city, anyway?

Awestruck from the girl's sensibility, I plugged an apparatus to my ears, and heard a whole new universe revolving around me.

Thanks León, Leonore, Mónica and the rest of the gang. You have totally changed my life.

-I promise I will put more pictures on this post!-

My fellow mexicans...

2006-09-15T20:40:00.000-05:00

En unas cuantas horas habrá pasado otro aniversario del despertar mexicano de las fuerzas dominantes españolas. Pero sucederá aquel despertar de nuevo?

Queridos mexicanos, tengo que señalarles de que vivimos en una era de gran importancia para la historia, en un país dividido por ideologías, tal cual como sucedió en la Colonia, tal cual como sucedió en los conflictos de conservadores contra liberales. Es hora de notar que en este mismo instante está sucediendo algo muy importante para el futuro de esta nación.

El Presidente de los Estados Unidos Mexicanos se trasladó a la ciudad de Dolores, en Hidalgo, para celebrar el último aniversario del grito de independencia de su sexenio, por la presión de AMLO y su Coalición, los cuales estuvieron molestando a la Ciudad de México desde antes de las elecciones presidenciales, ya hace más de 2 meses. Mañana en la mañana se agruparán las fuerzas armadas de la nación para desfilar ante el Palacio Nacional, y supuestamente AMLO y sus seguidores decidieron dejarlos pasar en su ruta alrededor del Zócalo. Pero si no, qué sucederá?

Solo quiero decirles una cosa, queridos mexicanos, que debemos estar unidos, con nuestra familia, con nuestros amigos, con nuestros indígenas, con nuestros conpatriotas, con nosotros mismos, para luchar juntos contra cualquier adversidad que se nos presente, sea guerra, sea enfermedad, sea invasión, sea una revolución. Siempre, hay que estar unidos como una nación.

Viva México compañeros!

Back to school

2006-09-08T20:47:00.000-05:00

Yes, I'm back working at school.
It's somewhat different from before, harder and slower. Maybe our bodies suddenly accelerate when we encounter our new teachers, I am not sure.

2 weeks already, and I feel like a month just went by.

I have a lot of things to do, homeworks, class reports, presentations, etc.
It doesn't seem to end, even though we just started school.

...

I haven't been able to post anything until now, so many assigments can make you crazy. Tomorrow I will save the photos from my camera, pick the best ones and post them. I'll try.

I am sorry if you were expecting something else.
I also feel bad about this.

Graffiti Research Labs - LED Throwies

2006-08-23T10:26:00.001-05:00

LED Throwies, a new and fresh artistic form of graffiti, created by the Graffiti Research Labs, are small light emiting dispositives made of a LED, a lithium battery, a rare-earth magnet and some tape, which can be thrown into the air to become adhered to metallic or ferrous surfaces.

Creating an electric circuit with the LED and the battery to emit colored light, these throwies tend to become a celebration of color. And if, during the event of throwing hundreds of LED throwies, a lot of people are involved, it may become somewhat of a party or an art display.

I'd like to build one of those LED throwies and get a bunch of friends together. The only problem would be getting the stuff together and asking the local government or a landlord to execute the plan.

Listening to Earth

2006-08-17T22:57:00.000-05:00

Recently I have been listening to a stream coming from NASA, an online VLF reciever.

The reciever, which is basically some sort of antenna, works only to recieve certain energy frequencies we cannot hear. Those energy frequencies come from the atmosphere, but originate from thunderstorms and lightning, or other sources. The energy generated from lightning travels through the atmosphere and collides with the ionosphere - a section of the atmosphere where rays from the sun break down molecules to form oxygen and other compounds for us and other beings to breathe - where it bounces to reach to other places of the Earth.

The VLF reciever detects the energy from lightning and converts the frequencies to sounds we are able to hear.

What we can hear from the stream, basically, are spherics. Spherics is short for atmospherics, and they come from thunderstorms. They sound like bacon frying, a popping sound.

But if the energy goes quite far away from the source, its frequencies change and they become either tweeks or whistlers. Tweeks are like spherics, but sound like short, quick beeps. Whistlers come from energy that has gone even further than tweeks, and they sound like descending tones that last for a second or two.

I haven't heard whistlers, only spherics and tweeks. It's like listening to the Earth!

There is another independent site where you can even hear meteorites burn up in the atmosphere. They sound like small hums, squeeks or beeps, caused by the elements dispersed during defragmentation upon entry. Weird.

The link to the VLF reciever site is the following: http://www.spaceweather.com/glossary/inspire.html

I lost the link to the Meteor entry stream, I'll look for it soon.

New template

2006-08-17T22:37:00.000-05:00

Again, another template. And for a change, a 3 column one.

Right now I'm thinking about songs, ambient tracks maybe, to add to the player, but haven't come upon many lately.

Oh, about the dream.

The phone never rang.

And it really happened, in real life, although not the same way.

A friend of mine left the state to live on the other side of the country. We go way back, almost since kindergarden. We did so many things together. He was so cool, yet so crazy and care-free.

We agreed having our last meeting yesterday morning. He was leaving that same day, although he didn't know at what time. I woke up early, got dressed almost the same way as the girl did in my dream, and waited.

I didn't stop waiting until 1 AM.

I haven't contacted him since. I knew he left before we could get together one last time.

Well, that's how the cookie crumbles.

I must really look into my dreams. They do have something implicit within the images, the sounds and the textures.

Blogger BETA

2006-08-16T20:31:00.000-05:00

I just checked Blogger BETA out. It looked almost the same. Just different buttons and template. I found it slower than the older version (maybe because I was maxing my bandwith out too much at that moment), and felt like going to my normal Blogger Dashboard.

I think I will stay with the good 'ol Blogger, as faulty as it is (if it is). Just googled "Blogger sucks". Blogger Blog Forums indicate a Google hit rate of 6500, Wired News Magazine says 720,000 hits, and right now Google shows 9,480,000 hits.

Dream

2006-08-15T15:03:00.000-05:00

This morning I dreamed, after hearing my alarm clock ring at 6:30 AM.

I entered a sub-world, very similar to the world we see and live in everyday.

But it was different.

I remember the floor tiles of my house looked darker, and there was a dense jungle surrounding us. Fresh air, bugs chirping in the distance. A brick-made well covered with green fungi. I was somehow expecting a phone to be answered. I kind of felt that a friend of mine was about to call me.

I remember I walked into my bathroom, taking my clothes off, laughing

-Sometimes our imagination is weird-

The bathroom walls where white, but the rooms aside it were dark, night-like. But I also remember watching green plants before a window, so there was light outside.

I was throwing my clothes outside the bathroom. And I kept laughing. And then there was a female voice laughing too. I looked at myself in 2nd person view, somehow. I looked more healthier than my present state of health, with a tan, short hair. I walked outside the bathroom, with my red boxers and saw a friend of mine put my clothes on herself. Brown pants, like the one I wore a few hours ago, and a green shirt, just like the one I am wearing now. I walked to that person, a girl.

Then, somehow, we ended up rolling on the floor, hugging each other.

We were laughing.

And the walls flickered from white to dark brown.

We rolled to and fro.

And then someone called me, or at least something brought my attention to something else happening downstairs.

I stood up and said goodbye to my friend. I didn't really say anything, I guess, just walked away from her with her hand in mine.

I walked downstairs.

It looked like night-time. There was a group of persons, like 4 or 5, probably men, sitting down on the couch in the living room. There was an orange lightbulb on, I could tell from the floor and the walls. But I didn't see their faces.

And then I remember watching vegetation through a window, covering a brick-made well with a cement cover, engulfed with green fungi.

I think at that moment I was holding a phone, or at least touching it, waiting for someone to call me.

Waiting, looking at the green vegetation from a dark hall.

And then I woke up, 8:30 AM.

はいいろ Project initiated

2006-08-14T17:09:00.000-05:00

As of August 15th, 2006, the はいいろ Project begins.

The fact that we are humans does not mean that we can exploit our planet. The planet has held us together and united as a single being, Earth, since the first unicellular beings were created. Living beings on Earth evolved to form multicellular organisms, plants, animals, fungi, humans. Humans, although limited by their own bodies, have tried to surpass those limitations by creating a demanding human-run world using instruments they created by their own hands. But in creating their own world, civilizations, they have hurt the planet. Contamination, urbanization, resource consumption, manipulation of matter, global warming, etc., human-made conditions, are now causing problems to the humans themselves. How far can we go before killing ourselves with our own hands?

"Humans are not made to float". . . and still we insist in doing so.

Some still haven't noticed that we are the architects of our own demise and downfall.

Nearby template change

2006-08-08T01:16:00.000-05:00

Due to the project's title, I have to change the site a little bit, clean it up and add a new template.

A gray template , with some other colors, will be applied soon, if I find the correct one.

Just hold on!

New player!!!

2006-08-08T00:23:00.000-05:00

Finally!!!
I have found a multi-task utility from Stickam.com to play my favorite music.

Just as a test, I added The Pillows' Ride on Shooting Star track featured in the ending of FLCL series. There is also a picture of Naota, from FLCL, with a cat coming through his N.O. Channel. The player is set to run as prompted, so go on and turn the music on.

There will be more stuff soon! I will clean up the sidebar and use Stickam's player as the low-resolution gallery.

And I'll try to include ambient music while the Haiiro Project is up and running.

See you soon!

A poem

2006-08-07T22:19:00.000-05:00

Hi there, fellow readers. I come here with a poem I found on the 4-ch 日本語 forums. I localized it in a forum dedicated on translating phrases and full texts from japanese to english and in reverse too.

Here it goes:

日本語 version:

道端にそっとうずくまって、
ゆらゆらと浮かぶ雲に独り言そっと呟いてる
そんな日々はもういらないから・・・ほら、涙は青空に捨てて行こう！
「ネムレナイ・・・」
「サビシクテ・・・」
「アイニキテホシイ・・・」
弱虫な私にはサヨナラするから
夢とか希望とかに押し潰されそうで
踏み出す勇気を持てずにいたの
羽ばたいて　ずっと君の側で
もう何も怖くないよ
これからはきっと無限大の二人の未来
何があるかなんてわからないけど
振り返らないで行くよ
側にある優しさに寄り添ってみたり
想い出を　抱き締めて膝を抱えてた
子供のふりをして甘えてもいたいけど
自分を信じて歩いて行きたい
茜色の空に誓うよ　落ち込んでも負けないから
これからはもっと　無限大の二人の夢今探しに行こう
何処へだって歩いていけるよ、きっと・・・
どんな苦しみも乗り越えていけるから
君の笑顔だけ心に抱いて　空に描いた街を目指そう
虹の橋を越えて行こう
神様はきっと微笑んでる
天使の唄、聴こえるよ
羽ばたいて　ずっと君の側で
もう何も怖くないよ

And now, the English version. Translated by fellow 4-ch users: 名無しさん＠日本語勉強中, Now studying English, and ↑ (Strangely, that is his/her/it user name).

Crouching quietly on the side of the road,
I'm silently murmuring to myself with the floating clouds.

I don't need days like that any more...

Say, why don't we throw these tears into the blue sky!

I can't sleep...

It's lonely, and...

I want you to find me...

I will say goodbye to my cowardly self.

I was on the verge of being crushed by my dreams and hopes so much that I didn't have the courage to step forward.

Flapping my wings, I'll always be beside you.

I'm not scared of anything anymore.

From now on, our future will definitely be endless.

I don't know what's in store for us, but
I won't look back any more.

I'd be drawn to this tenderness by my side.

Holding my memories close to me as I hugged my knees

I want to keep pretending to be a spoiled child, but
I want to believe in myself and walk on.

I swear to the bright red sky, I won't lose even if I'm down.

From now on more than ever, let's go find our infinite dreams.

We can go anywhere we want, I'm sure we can...

We can overcome any hardship in our way.

Holding just your smile close to my heart, let's aim for the city drawn in the sky.

Let's go over the bridge of rainbows.

God will surely smile at us.

I can hear the songs of angels.

Flapping their wings, always beside you.

I'm not scared of anything anymore.

That was such a nice poem, really. I just analyzed the images projected into my mind as I read it, so sad. Great poem. I wonder who wrote it? There is no word about the poem's author in the thread. I'll have to look around then.

It kind of reminded me of Hoshi no Koe. That was a good anime too.

Initiating はいいろ Project

2006-08-07T21:35:00.000-05:00

I came up with the はいいろ (Ha-ii-ro) Project a few weeks ago, mainly just because I wanted to give the blog a new feeling (another purpose, maybe?).

The はいいろ (gray for japanese) Project will be focused on photography I take around the area, adding any opinion, comment or feeling regarding the pics I display. The low resolution gallery on the right sidebar will maybe become limited only to specific shots, such as those taken only by the GameBoy Camera.

And, if possible, I will change the template to suit the はいいろ Project. Therefore, the main colour of the template will be, of course, gray. It'll take a while to find the correct template.

Well then, see you around! I'll soon make a post about 2ch.net's famous drama, Densha Otoko.

I'll be on 4-ch.net meanwhile.
ああああああああああ!!!

100th post!!!

2006-07-16T16:12:00.000-05:00

This is the 100th post of this site.
Just 11 days after its first anniversary.

I present to you possibly one of SONY's best commercials: "Double Life"

Have a nice day.

Short story

2006-07-12T15:30:00.000-05:00

I recieved an email about 2 months ago, a short story.
Really sad, but quite good.

Go on, read it through.

. . .

i know its kinda long but really... read it thru. its sweet.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,

I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.

It looked like he was carrying all of his
books

I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

They really should get lives.

" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.

He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

When we were seniors, we began to think
about college.

Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.

He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak!

Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

He looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

"Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...

I am here to tell all of you that being a
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile !

"Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for Good in others.

You now have two choices, you can:

1) repost this message

2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

As you can see, I took choice number 1.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift.

First anniversary!

2006-07-05T10:43:00.000-05:00

It has been a year now since this blog was created, on July 5th, 2005. Wonderful year.

After a year of blogging on "Meta-W", previously known as "The seconds, the times and moments of Newoz", I feel quite satisfied. Although your response, in comments, in tags or whatever, hasn't been enough, not too many, in other words, I think I have done a good job. Not great but OK.

Let me look around my files and show you how the site looked like, around 2005.

August

November

December

Nostalgia, just like 8-bit.

Very well, happy anniversary!!
I am thinking of adding a flash-based music player to celebrate this anniversary.

Bizarre incident, but quite common

2006-07-03T22:38:00.000-05:00

A few days ago I was told that a big chunk of the highway connecting two cities was desintegrated by a sudden flood, caused by heavy rains and poor urban planning.

The highway, which is about a few decades old, is set between hills, valleys and cliffs, and in one point over a sewage river, exposing the surrounding environment with contamination. The sewage river may have gotten high enough to losen the earth beneath the highway and break it apart. A hole, probably about 10 meters wide and 5 deep, was created, just before an old bridge, a small college (less than 10 meters away) and a brick-making factory.

Traffic between both cities was frozen for a day until they made a detour mere meters from the incident. Still, traffic has been reduced to about 50%. There are schools, commercial, residential and industrial sectors around the area, which may have caused temporary setbacks.

I went there a few days after the event and took some pictures. In the picture you can observe that there was are no remains of any wall to prevent the soil beneath the highway from being eroded by the sewage river near it. You can blame urban planning, go on. When the high way was designed, various decades ago, there was probably no idea of what could happen there in the future. What remains of the highway is almost nothing, just dirt and mud. Luckily, there has been no reports of any deceased or injured.

I guess this will take a while to repair, knowing how slow the transportation and communications bureau operates at this point of the century.

Nippon Hisho!!

2006-06-30T21:20:00.000-05:00

Saa, I've been too much into japanese stuff.
It probably first began when my father once gave me some stuff he got from Japan. A kimono, a GBC, a GameBoy Camera, a GameBoy Printer (Pikachu Yellow Version), Japanese sticks, brochures about a city called Narita (east from Tokyo), etc.
I was quite interested, back then, of what those little characters printed on the sheets of those brochures meant. And of course, I didn't know what Japan was, or what Nippon even means.

After talking to some people who know, or used to know, Japanese, I became much more interested, especially with the growth of the internet (with the free access to japanese sites) and the possibility to type kanji in the PSP's browser.

I am so fond of that country, I really wanted Japan to perform great this FIFA World Cup. But, well, they got to be in the last position of their group, after being amazingly defeated by the socceroos and Brazil. I remember a video taken from outside the stadium. People dressed as samurais and wierdos (with of course their kimonos and white and red paint on their faces). I remember clearly of a man dressed as a blue samurai, with the rising sun flag on his armor and 4 characters: nippon hisho (I guess). I think it meant Victory to Japan, or something like this, but this man just kept yelling: "Nippon hisho! Nippon hisho!!".

Wierd people, cool country.

Anyway, I just can't say goodbye without including in this post fabulous japanese shows on YouTube. Have fun! Hehe!

Hehe, sorry!

Brian Eno's Bone bomb

2006-06-29T22:38:00.000-05:00

My body. . .

so thin, so tired.

Beaten for years.

Ploughshare to bomb.

So hard.

Bone bomb. Bone bomb. Bone bomb.

My town. . .

so dusty, so dry.

Buildings pushed over.

Lives heaped together.

Young girls dreaming of beautiful deaths.

Popstar pictures above their beds. . .

above their heads.

Troops.

Everything stolen except my bones.

Now I am only bone.

I waited for peace. . .

and here is my peace. . .

here in this still, last moment of my life.

Goodnight

2006-06-29T22:20:00.000-05:00

Let me say goodnight, with a haiku poem from Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)

Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!

Goodnight.

From Kei Grieg Toyomasu's HAIKU for PEOPLE, at http://www.toyomasu.com/haiku/
Toyomasu, K. (2001)"Haiku for people". Recovered from Toyomasu's Family Blog on June the 29th, 2006. http://www.toyomasu.com/haiku/

Art of noise

2006-06-29T21:13:00.000-05:00

Noise.

Is music one of the less frustrating sounds?
What is music?

I tremble.

It's just energy zapping at all directions employing the air's properties, being itself a fluid yet a medium to transform, convert and transport energy in the universe. Call it mechanical energy, because it needs and depends on matter to be heard.

I crouch and cover my head with my hands, trembling. Blasting, ambiental sounds and the floor rattling under my knees.

My heart pounding.

Music, just like spoken words, is temporal.

Efímera?

Unlike written words, which can prevail for infinity, music is the art of noise, the terraforming of millions of atoms to form soothing textures.

Can air have texture?

You cannot feel it, unless it moves. And noise is matter in movement.

Energy.

The walls begin to shake. The windows shatter into tiny pieces, falling to the ground as dust.

When you manipulate matter, you, as a human being, can make it look just like you, be, act and transform like you. Matter can become a mirror of your own being. Music, a human discovery, is the use, not abuse, of matter to emote, to communicate, to relate to other beings in a universal language. Therefore, when you make music, compose it or cause it, you are transmutating your spirit, tamashii, and making it understandable to others when they hear it.

Music is the universal language.

The walls disolve as a light so bright entered through the ceiling. The floor tiles flew to the air, becoming dust, vapor. The room disappeared, leaving me alone in a white void. I was curled up, not knowing if I was either on the floor, on the walls or on the ceiling of this blank spac. Eyes tightly closed, forehead sweating, heart beating as a bomb.

It has been looked into, this particular thing about music, that it can create emotions, and emulate messages to hearers. Studies have been made to understand this form of art, as an aid to help children learn, to cure people, to relax, to chill, to serve as a tool and as a way of life. Music, possibly man's first discovery, although temporal, its essence may prevail to infinity if we humans are alive. Once humans are deleted, as they will be in a far future, music won't exist as music, until other beings, with a rational mind, probably as complex as ours, or more, create music.

Silence. I feel something cold.

Music can't be held by our hands. We cannot grasp it, it is just air in movement. It is not materialistically represented as it is impossible. Not a texture of a sculpture, not a colour on a painting, not a frame on a video, not a column of a structure. Music, as a form of art, the art of noise, the art of sound, is a medium of communication, to emulate feelings. That is only what we humans percieve, but matter adjusts to it, takes its form.

And when you freeze water along with a tune, the solid bihydrogen oxide, in its interior structure, may seem just as what the music transmits.

Then, I hear a click.

Something rolling.

Then a string being plucked. A guitar.

I open my eyes. I return to the room.

I stand up, look at the LP being played on the turntable. Then gaze up to the sky outside through the window. The sunset over the busy city, the bugs chirping, the grass moving along with the wind.

It's about time.

Sleep.

BGM:

BoA feat. Duvet: Serial Experiments Lain Opening Theme

Brian Eno: Bone Bomb

MySpace site is up and running!

2006-06-21T09:42:00.000-05:00

Hello! Finally, my MySpace site is now available. It doesn't have much right now, I'm still checking its features out. I'm thinking of adding a background and a few special things, like polls and a tag board. Although there is something called a Bulletin, similar to a tag board, I'll add a tag board anyway, it's quite cool.

You can visit the site at: http://www.myspace.com/newoz
Check it out!
Have a nice day!
OX

Poll removed: new proposal

2006-06-19T22:54:00.000-05:00

Bien, bien. Reconocí que la encuesta, en su código implícito, creaba los popups. Es posible que ponga otra encuesta después, pero tengo una idea. Éste blog, cuando lo empezé hace ya casi un año, fue diseñado para un grupo cercano de compañeros y familiares, empezando con la historia de mi vida. Fue bastante sencillo hasta que me cansé de escribir sobre mi vida, porque ya me estaba pasando de mis límites de privacidad. Así que diseñé otro sitio en donde pudiera tener una mayor experimentación en la experiencia blogger a lector, con galerías interactivas y tag boards. Bien, pero ahora quiero aumentar aquella experiencia, empezando un sitio en la gran Network de MySpace.com . He oido mucho, muchísimo de ese network. Tener un sitio ahí, y tener al menos a 10 personas en tu lista de amigos te vincula indirectamente con más de 8 millones de personas que también tienen un sitio en MySpace.com ._. Yo pienso que si empiezo un sitio ahí, podría reducir mi actividad en Blogger, pero trataré de que no sea así. Pienso que en MySpace la relación blogger con lector aumentará, en cuanto al aspecto socionetworkgráfico (tuve que inventar la palabra), o en otras palabras, en lo electrónicamente social. Meta-W estará basado en mi fase interpersonal. Ahora, a ya casi un año de "Meta-W", o como era antes, "The seconds, the times and moments of Newoz", es tiempo de abrir otro compartimiento en la red para ampliar esta experiencia, esta nueva etapa en el año 2006.

He oído también que MySpace es malísimo para web designers, y estoy de acuerdo. Voy a ver hasta dónde puedo explotar al diseño de MySpace, rompiendo el tradicional 2 columns, quizás hasta formar 3 o 4 columnas subhileras, incluir links, quizzes o polls, tag boards o foros, etc. Va a ser algo muy diferente, más de comunicación, no tanto de blogging, más de interacción, no tanto de posts.

2006-06-17T16:53:00.000-05:00

I seem to have an ad popping up when my page is accessed, probably coming from the new features I included a few days ago.

Let me analyze my code and take this thing out.

OK! Back to work!

2006-06-15T00:00:00.000-05:00

:D
I'm back!
After about a month of silence, I come back to expose the truth within, that which exists and expires every second. I feel great! No more school for a few months, the family back together and spare time (although very little money :( ). Yet, at the same time, I am a little bothered by my computers, they are old and buggy. I work in a network, and I have 2 computers connected with Ethernet cables and a PSP using the wireless ability of our borrowed router (I wish it was completely ours, so that I could hack it and play multiplayer with the PSP with other PSP users around the globe :D ). Ocassionaly, both computers run into bugs serious enough to render them useless at the same time!! For example, both computers are on, connected to the internet, and suddenly the blue screen of death appears at the same time on both computers. One computer saying that Windows protection (whatever it is) got a bug and that the system was stopped, requesting an immediate reboot, while the other computer skips directly to a physical memory dump, with a few error codes below the heading and asking me to contact Administrator or Technical Support Group. Unfortunately, one of our computers is useless, as faulty DLL files pop up errors and turns programs off after restarting Explorer.EXE. And of course, the other computer also has its own bugs, but they are not too serious fortunately.

Luckily, we'll have the computer fixed, probably the last one in its life, as it is an old XX century computer running Me, soon. I am so desperate to buy a new CPU, but I don't feel comfortable with Windows XP's visual appearance and odd functions. I feel much better with Windows 2000 (its more practical, in a way) although I don't know if we'll get the OS as Windows 2000 if we ask for it.

Well, gotta go to bed! It's 12:17 AM already, and I am literally falling asleep as I type. Have a nice day! And don't forget to post, tag and vote!

:D

Update!

2006-06-14T23:30:00.000-05:00

Después de tanto tiempo de desolación en el blog he encontrado unos buenos códigos HTML para expandir la experiencia Meta-W y aumentar la relación blogger-reader.

Hay un tag board! Es un sistema parecido a un chat o un foro, pero más sencillo y rápido. El board tiene su propio sistema de smilies así que puedes hacer click en el botón smilies para seleccionar aquellos que quieres agregar. No identifica acentos, desafortunadamente.

También hay un poll, o un cuestionario o encuesta, justamente debajo. Trataré de poner nuevas preguntas frecuentemente, en español también, pero me gustaría ver esos números y porcentajes subiendo, jeje. Puedes ver los resultados de las votaciones al hacer click en el link Results Please (resultados porfavor).

Ahora que tengo ambos add-ons, ya puedes empezar a escribir y votar! Es un update bastante grande desde los cambios del template.

Que tengan un buen día!!

NOTA: En el poll/encuesta se localiza la palabra EMO. Un emo, según la Urban Dictionary en urbandictionary.com, es:

"One who rejects "pop culture" and joins the counter-culture realm. Usually has ideas contrary to popular opinion and seeks to gain a better understanding of life through artistic venues. May appear depressed, have black or red hair, and dress in a way that is contrary to what is popular. Thrift stores, art, coffee shops, underground music, and poetry are usually of great interest. Contrary to popular opinion, though an emo kid may seem depressed, within their own group there is an element of deep understanding and friendship. Emo kids see the world as beautiful, but its inhabitants as lost and depressing."

Aquél que rechaza la cultura pop y se une al reino de la contra-cultura. Usualmente tiene ideas contrarias a la opinión popular y busca obtener una mejor comprensión de la vida a través de medios artísticos. Puede parecer deprimido, teniendo cabello oscuro o rojo, y vestirse de tal manera que sea lo contrario a lo popular. Tiendas extravagantes, arte, cafés, musica underground y la poesía le es de gran interés. Contrario a la opinión popular, aunque un niño/a emo parezca deprimido/a, dentro de su propio grupo hay un elemento de profunda comprensión y compañerismo. Niños/as emo ven al mundo como hermoso, pero a sus habitantes como perdidos y deprimentes.

Varios autores (2006) "Emo kid" Recuperado el 14 de junio de 2006, de la red Urban Dictionary, Define your world. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=emo+kid

BLAME! Manga-anime

2006-06-10T22:18:00.002-05:00

BLAME! appeared a few years before the 21st century, from Tsutomu Nihei, a mangaka who studied architecture, to introduce a different perspective towards the cyberpunk culture of today's (or the previous century) wired and computerized society.

BLAME!, spelt as bu-ra-mu in japanese (probably a translation mistake, as bu-ra-mu (bulamu!) imitates the blast from a gun. Therefore BLAM! would be the correct translation.), is set far, far away in the future, in a planet Earth (I guess) covered up by hundreds of thousands of concrete and metal jungles where different non-human, human, humanoid and computerized beings live connected to some sort of network called the Netsphere, which only a few can use, and try to survive ambush attacks from Safeguards, humanoid-cyborg beings that try to destroy any human (pure human) being, as some of those remaining humans contain a gene, a net terminal gene, that allows them to enter and use the Netsphere to restore peace.

The whole planet is a single city, called the Megastructure. It is probably more than 3000 levels tall, more than 200,00 km of distance from the deepest level to the surphace. The city is mainly just concrete, metal, tubes and cables, layered out throughout corridors, walls and empty rooms. There is no vegetation, and probably no water in the deepest levels. Just darkness, fear and death, mostly.

It is a very dark world. Nothing from the past world, geography, remains. Just buildings over buildings over buildings. Ocassionaly, anybody might find empty rooms or spaces, which can be more than 10,000 km wide, where things are being built or destroyed by builders, robots that only live to build.

The main plot evolves around a human, suprisingly, called Killy (ki-ri in japanese). He is given the task to find the net terminal genes to restore peace, but the world is big and dangerous. He must first fight cyborgs and safeguards, asociate with primitive, modern and lonely societies, and climb up to the top of the Megastructure to find them, but it is not an easy task. In the way, he comes across a rotten human being, which, strangely, seems very alive and can connect to the internet to hack. As the rotten human being firstly began to help Killy, it restored its original body, which was laying around it, and became a white haired woman called Cibo, a bio-engineer and scientist. Killy uses a small gun, which can seem harmless, but creates holes dozens of kilometers long through the megastructure.

The manga is held in 10 volumes. The drawing and art is incredible, not only with the character's poses and astonishing blank and tired faces, but the buildings and scenery themselves are wonderful. That is Nihei's signature, incredible buildings with awesome complexity.

The battles the story includes are incredible too, although you can always expect the same things to happen. There are always dismemberments, blood flying everywhere, bullets, blades, and foreign events that always stop them. Still, they are breathtaking and fast, so fast that pages fly by as you read without stopping.

I really recommend it, if you are a cyberpunk person or a sci-fi fan. It took me a while to localize the manga out there, but there are always a few ways and methods to get the scans or books.

There is also an anime based on the manga, although the story isn't that great, because it takes separate parts from the manga to fuse them into a surreal anime experience. Muffled explosions, weird basses, high pitched sounds and surreal animation is what makes BLAME!, the anime series, another alternative to those who haven't read the manga. But I don't recommend it, because it is pointless unless you read the manga!

If you have read the manga, or have seen the series, I would like you to post a comment, to express what you think of the manga/anime. I don't know if there are enough people out there that have read the manga or watched the series, specially english-speaking people.

Hint: you can watch the anime series on Youtube.com, just make sure you have great earphones/speakers to hear the weird ambience that hums in the anime's scenes.

Have fun!
W

Gomenasai . . .

2006-06-10T21:54:00.000-05:00

I am sorry for not blogging, for almost a month :(

I have been doing things, research, exams, and being distracted by anything except blogging. I am sorry, really.

I don't really know what to post. I don't think I have anything to say, just a few anime and manga reviews ._.

I'll change the low resolution images soon. I just haven't got the time to check the pics I have taken and post the best ones. I may also add color low resolution photos, and high resolution too.

Anyway, if you are still there, waiting for a post to pop-up, post a comment. I don't know what to do if I am not inspired, so, I'd like to hear from my readers.

Have a nice day.
W

涼宮ハルヒの憂鬱 : Suzumiya Haruhi no yuutsu

2006-05-13T20:10:00.000-05:00

I am so sorry for not blogging! The partial exams are upon us, and I am a little nervous, maybe too nervous if I drink any friggin' coffee. I really like coffee, but once I drink it I become more nervous and sensitive and I loose control of my hands, which start shaking like a person with the Parkinson's desease. O_o

Any way, I just would like to make a review of a new anime series: 涼宮ハルヒの憂鬱 , Suzumiya Haruhi no yuutsu, The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya.

This series was firstly aired in Japan in April 2006, another possible "masterpiece" from Kyoto Animation. The series is based on a series of light novels for young gentlemen with the same title.

The plot evolves around a small group of high-school students, a club to be exact. The series begins with an amateur video, but its just like a small brefing for what might happen in the series (although I (and probably other fans) am not sure about it). The following episodes focus on the real life, starting with Suzumiya Haruhi's introduction to a new school year:

"I’m not interested in ordinary people. If you came from outer space, or from the future, or you have a supernatural power, come to my place"(AnimeInfo)

Although she is a pretty girl (girl sitting down on the mid lower left hand corner, holding a red bandana-like fiber with some kanji written on it), she might get you down with her arrogant and powerful character. Most classmates are bewildered by Haruhi's extreme decisions and tough attitude. You could say she's a creep.

But, once you manage to talk to her, hell is set loose. Once Kyon (one of the main characters, above Haruhi in picture) started talking to her, she decided to create her own club: the SOS Brigade [S.O.S. Dan!!] (the real meaning is quite wierd, I'll have to check the series again to verify it). Its raizon d'entre is basically look for aliens, espers and time travelers and have fun with them, as Haruhi stated. Once you watch the series you will understand why the club's "inmates" are so wierd.

Because the series, in its written, manga and anime form, became so famous, in and out of Japan, the series' opening theme has an H with the words HARUHI ISM aside it (similar to the picture), and all those fans of the series become followers of Haruhiism, the haruhiists. I am a haruhiist too.

The animation is wonderful, with multiple fluid and slow motion scenes, as the characters move around curve-looking square rooms (camera effects) in quick response to their environments. You don't see that type of animation very often, but it is a great reward for our visual entertainment desires. The type of eyes portrayed in the characters' faces, especially the ladies', is quite odd, but it seems to give them a feeling of depth and cuteness.

The soundtrack is OK. It is not the best music ever but it is enjoyable, not to tough on your senses. The ending theme is quite charming, as the characters dance together along with the rythm and lyrics, but that's all I can say about it.

You can download the episodes (if you are not in Japan) translated to English, or watch them at YouTube.com. New episodes come once a week, distributed by somebody called A.F.K., translated to English. There are also non-translated episodes in YouTube, only if you know japanese quite well.

The anime is quite interesting and fun, but I must say that some violence, harsh language and nudity may appear at least once every episode. So, kiddies, get those cursors away from those links until you grow up, eh!

Sadness like water, raining down, raining down . . .

2006-04-20T19:46:00.000-05:00

Finally, after a few weeks of extreme hot temperatures and a water shortage approaching, rain has come upon us. Its fresh scent and cold body refreshed me as I worked on the roof, with a sunburn on my neck, breathing horrid dust coming from dead bodies and spiderwebs hidden under the roof's tiles. The sun got covered with dark, cummulus nimbus clouds. There was a cool breeze coming from the east, as I brushed the dead corpses off the roof tiles and dust flew to my eyes and face. I looked up at the sky and saw those dark clouds hover upon our heads.

The temperature rose a little bit, the sky became dark and the air became filled with sound.

A drop fell nearby, brief but loud, like a bullet. Then, thousands followed.

I rushed to brush the last roof tiles, but didn't manage it as raindrops became bigger and bigger. The air was becoming colder as I walked down the stairs. Once I got to a dry place, I watched the rain fall outside, peacefully, calm.

The rain is one of those things I like of this world. And I find it very enjoyable, peaceful. But I always say the same thing since a year ago, you can find it generous and happy, or you can find it cold, sad, like tears. Tears from God? From the heavens?

Life may seem a dream, it is horrible, yet so beautiful. Will we ever wake up? Yes, one day, when we all know what life is, and when we let our past go, when we give in to the present, the only time frame of our real existance. We live in the past, yes, we do. But it is gone, it is nothing, as trees turn to wood, as wood turns to ashes, as ashes become dust. At the present state of life, nothing of what happened before will come back. There is no rewind button here, no pause and no fast forward.

We can observe the past as a wonderful thing, as the center of our life and existance: we live because we lived in other times and moments. But will you let past get a hold of your life? That route sends you to sadness, madness and fear to the present moment. Fear of hearing that clock tick?

As love, as time, it all rushes through your hands as water. We see those drops fall and land on the ground and desintegrate. And our memory and heart want them back, but it is no more, nothing is but nothing. Love is an intense gap in our lives, and it is enjoyable, lovable, desireable. You may want to repeat it, as segregated substances in your brain create an addiction to love. Yes, you can become a love addict. Its no drug, but we sometimes need it so much, we feel lonely as it vanishes. Love, as life, is impermanent.

Impermanence, you exist and then you vanish. As sand washes away as waves hover over them to takes it away. As the flower that blooms and then rots into the earth. Life is impermanent, it is brief, and valuable. When you understand life's fragile aspect, you will learn how to respect your life, and of others. You will observe life as a miracle. It is, indeed. But we have so much to do, so many things to get over with, as this demanding technological world we live in craves for a satisfaction we can barely give. We can't find anything better in life if we don't look at it as it is. Observe life as life. Observe those little ants die as you crush them. Observe the little butterfly evolve from its cocoon. It is wonderful, get out there, live life!

I know I don't, I am a trouble-minded person. I always think of how my life could be better. I know that a vibrant social life will make me good, but I am shy. I may have felt the first love rush, but I can't find any satisfaction as I deeply hate myself for loving someone who's faults and troubles only makes our life worse. That is what I think, but it is totally inverted, I am only watching the background of the whole scene, not the abstact perspective of it. I am the one who has a cavity in my soul. I am not religious, but I have my own beliefs. I say I am not silent at all in any situation, but it is me who is deaf from the loud noise of my own silence. I regret falling in love with the wrong people, but it is me who doesn't see the true goodness in those I fall in love with. I am sorry for having a blog, but it is one of the ways I can show the depth of the hole I have within.

Therefore, how can I live life, as I know how troubled I am with it?

. . .

I am sorry I haven't posted in a while. . .

Finally! Low-Rez Photography!

2006-04-17T18:17:00.000-05:00

Now I must seriously use my GB Camera to fill in that little blank space on the sidebar.
After all, I have many low-rez pictures to add.

These photos were taken using an obsolete Game Boy Camera, purchased around 1998. The camera has a low resolution but can detect IR, infrared light.

There has been some research done about taking color pictures using red, green, blue and infrared filters with the GB Camera. Let's see if I can get those filters (although I've heard that the infrared filter is expensive) and try it out, to show color low resolution photography, instead of black and white.

Enjoy the pictures, as I will shooting them.

If you see any color low-rez pics in a nearby future, don't think I have used those color and IR filters with my GB Camera. I also take pictures with a kind of low resolution color digital camera: Digi-Cam, from Nyko.

XO

Me & my Katamari PSP Game Review

2006-04-16T13:32:00.000-05:00

Me & my Katamari was released on March 21st for PSP gamers, giving the Katamari series a new low-rez feel but with a huge variety of colors and 80's style music.

I rented it a few days ago just to check the game out, as I became a little interested in that little ich high alien rolling a huge katamari ball around enormous worlds filled with hundreds of objects to catch. It is extremely hard if you haven't played the PS2 katamari games, and the wierd controls (which are many) give newbies (like me :( ) a hard time. But, once you get a hang of it, it gets more entertaining than what you thought it would be.

You still use Prince, and the Royal family is still there, and with a whole lot of cousins too! The levels are quite big, but the space between walls is a little small for such a big katamari to be in. What a creepy king . . . >_<

It can get a little fustrating at first, because there seems to be very little time to get the desired katamari height, or taste, or texture, etc. It gets really hard at the beggining, because the game expects you to know the controls already by heart, so you might as well go to the tutorial a couple of times.

If you are a hard-core Katamari fan, you can purchase the game. If you are a newb, I recommend you to buy the PS2 games before touching this one, it gets hard if you don't know what a katamari even is (like I did :'( ).

Its ESRB rating is E, as you can see in the image, just to let you know.

Need help here!

2006-04-14T23:14:00.000-05:00

Whoops! I guess my image doesn't fit in with the site's color diversity. Can anybody give me a color id similar to the blue on my portrait, to place it on the HTML code?

Thanks!

Podcasting on PlayStation Portable systems?

2006-04-14T22:03:00.000-05:00

New 2.5+ firmware versions on the PlayStation Portable system include, since last year, a channel to tune to podcasts, within the file format compatibility limits. We have all seen how famous iPods are for their functionality and portability to reproduce music, and now with the overwhelming Really Simple Syndication (RSS) on the international networks, its fame has gotten further than we expected. The possibility of subscribing to podcasts automatically on iTunes for iPods is somehow similar to what you can do with the PSP.

Although you can only stream the podcasts through the RSS Channel, you can still tune to podcasts through the simple, manual, way: downloading podcasts from feeds into your PSP.

There is a way to do that. Simply by downloading the files and place them in your MUSIC\ folder. -_-

Now, if you want to get the podcasts automatically on your PSP once you plug it in your Central Processing Unit, or your computer, there are some methods.

Firstly, you can download iPSP, if you have iTunes installed, and do get them fast to your PSP. If you don't have iTunes, and won't consider downloading it in a short term of time, you can download Shuffle, a program which can help you transfer files to your MUSIC folder once you plug the PSP in. If you want to record internet radio and add them to your PSP, you can install Screamer Radio. If you want to record streams coming from Winzip, you can install the Stream Ripper add-on for Winzip.

The PSP may work for podcasting, but because it lacks its immediate-transfer options or because of the iPod-oriented podcasts, or because its new firmware update is taking years (having PSP-gamers hope for a better file and internet compatibility (and writable UMDs!!!!(if only it were possible))), actions must be taken to counter this situation. This post is only for information purposes, and does not function as an instruction manual, so I really invite you to investigate, do a Google search, of Podcasting for PSP. There is a lot of information out there. Go on buddy!

Anyway, PSPs are still in the making. SONY must ask its customers first before doing things like the "UNIVERSAL" media discs, which aren't that universal. There are no blank UMDs and no UMD burners, because SONY wants to get all the money of the goods it ships. I bet it doesn't want to suffer as much as it did with the grey and the black boxes (PSOne, PS2), fighting against piracy. Piracy is really bad for SONY, because they are really putting an effort on doing great apps, but there is always something that stands either on SONY's or the customer's way. Keep it up SONY, but think twice before doing things such as the UMD. Let's hope this doesn't happen with the PS3, let's hope.

Homeworld!!

2006-04-12T22:15:00.000-05:00

Now this is what I'm talking about! Excellent three-dimensional real-time strategy! I had the first game, Homeworld. Homeworld 2 looks much more smoother and graphically overloaded! Too bad I can't find it down here in Mexico :(

CD artistic project

2006-04-12T19:51:00.000-05:00

The CD arts project is now available at Instructables.com

Have a nice day!
OX

Artistic Compact Discs

2006-04-08T13:16:00.000-05:00

Having a lot of CDs around with only a few words labeled on a silver faceplate is painful for the eyes. I have come up with an idea, for the last 2 years, of making your own CD cover by using only a few tools, a walkman, a couple of water-based or permanent marking pens and a clip.

NOTE: I am not responsible for any type of damage, either by loss of information, physical or economical, due to the use of this technique. You have been warned.

Firstly, you need a CD Walkman, one of those that can only run once the lid is closed. The lid has a little plastic or metal extension that enters a little hole and hits a small button that turns the system on. If you can insert a piece of a clip, or something similar, into that cavity, and keep it stable, and have a CD running freely with the lid open, you can start working.

In case I was too fast, this is how I did it with my SONY Walkman (a fellow gadget that has been with me since nearly 3 years).

1. Bend the clip or plastic (like those that come from bread packages) in a way that it won't slip when you place it on the trigger.

2. Insert the clip or plastic. Make sure that the Walkman identifies the CD you are about to use and begins to play it. Have an AC or DC current plugged in the Walkman or have your batteries fully charged. Turn off the volume and the bass and set it to repeat the first track of the CD, therefore it'll run much faster. Make sure the CD doesn't have any physical contact with the clip or plastic.

3. You are ready to begin.

There are some methods I discovered to make a great design on the CD. You can make lines that strike with a 90° or so angle from a single line you draw on the CD. You can mix colors if you have water-based pens or make your CDs look like LPs with a black permanent pen. You can draw almost any design using this technique, but you can use stensils to draw custom design on them, which is more practical.

HOW TO DRAW:

1. The basic of this technique is to have a still, smooth hand. Take some diazepam to stop your shaking (if you have any, hehe). Press play on the Walkman. Place the pen SOFTLY on the CD, do not press too hard or the CD will run slower, but make sure you keep its speed steady and draw slowly. While drawing, look at the line you draw. If the line flickers, keep drawing on the same spot, moving the pen slowly up and down the area you want to draw on. You can move further once the line doesn't flicker. If you leave the line flickering, once you stop the CD from spinning, only a fraction of the line you tried to draw will appear.

2. You can change colors, mix them, or etch different lines with different sizes and colors. You can even draw a rainbow on your CD, which looks cool.

3. There is another technique I discovered while experimenting on these CDs. If you keep drawing a line, for about 15 seconds, you can place your finger on the line, soflty, and keep drawing, with the CD running. Lift your finger and place it back again on the line as long as you like. NOTE: once you do this, there will be ink from the pen flying all around your workplace, so have a water solution or alcohol and a towel nearby. The resulting design will be the following: lines that will come out of the original line you were working on.

Your Walkman will get dirty from this, so will your clothes and your workplace. This happens if you use water-based pens, although I am not really sure if this occurs with permanent ink pens.

One thing you need to be careful of is when using water-based pens on your CDs, the ink will move from its place if you touch it, so make sure you place it on a dry, cool place, without touching the design. You make not touch the CD for a few days or weeks, as it takes time for the water-based ink to dry completely. If you live in a hot and humid place, don't use water-based ink, as it evaporates, as shown in the image above.

Have fun! If you select great colors that match with the music, it'll be worth the time spent doing these designs.

See ya! OX

Oh, I am an anti-valentine too

2006-04-02T21:02:00.000-05:00

Oh god. Valentine's day. I think I should have posted this a few days before Valentine's day.

I really detest that day, I feel extremely uncomfortable. Why should we show to the ones we love that we really love them that day, when we can do that every day or once a week? Valentine's day is mostly consumist-oriented: if you try to buy any chocolates or roses, you'll have to pay a lot of money, which is very likely to disturb your personal economy. There are a few Anti-Valentine sites, such as http://www.meish.org/vd/, where you can send Anti-Valentine cards.

Why do I hate Valentine's day? Well, it's quite simple. First off, I currently have no girlfriend (unfortunately). On that day you MUST have someone to be with, and give that person a gift, otherwise you will be rejected and dubbed as a loser. Society really detest those that don't have a girl/boyfriend, especially that day. Chocolates, roses, etc. become more and more expensive by the second. Still, stores run out of stock and clerks look with joy at the numbers summing up in their income.

If I had a girlfriend, I would buy her something small, or something that won't hurt my tiny, fragile economy :( . Love isn't formed with how many things you give to the person you love, but with how much time you spend with him/her and how many things you do together. The complementation of humanity is not to be played with, it is a serious thing and has incredible effects on matter and reality. Love, in its simplest form, is a feeling, which can move mountains and cross entire oceans, and the best form of positive energy. The energy you emit from your body, and the substances your hipothalmus, in the center core of your brain, generate waves that create a positive feeling over your surroundings. And that's how you can change reality, but from your own field of view.

Love is one of the only things that isolate humans from other animals, making him a superior being. Not exactly, both animals and us have feelings and emit energy waves, but the type of substances we generate make the difference.

I would really like to fall in love again. Man, I'm so lonely.

Thanks

2006-04-01T20:16:00.000-06:00

It sometimes hurts to live. But pain exists alongside life, and they cannot be taken apart. Humans are so wonderful beings, and yet so destructive. I would like to thank those who have enlightened my heart and have set up challenges before me to make the person I am today:

Mana, Chocoman, CVS, Orlando, Mom, Dad, Coreano, Kim, my dear sister, Kero, Montse & Mich, QFB MOR, Zavala, Rei, Forín, NetGuide Mag., and many more. . .

Thank you for helping me live what I could have probably haven't experienced, if it where'nt for you guys.

Still, but without excluding, I have to thank myself for setting up this blog. I will change its design once I have enough time to do so. And the CD Art project will also be presented in due time, which is soon. It will also be available for www.instructables.com , once I compress the images enough.

And finally, thank you for reading.

The 2004th year of the lord

2006-04-01T19:16:00.000-06:00

The following lines are a few sentences I found interesting and funny in a diary in which I wrote a lot 2 years ago.

Si no fueras hombre te llegaría.
Cabezón

Post written on October 17th, 2004 (modified version due to privacy measures)

Saturday.
I went to eat at Plaza. There's been a lot of construction lately. I suddenly came across a friend of mine, but nothing significant happened later. A few minutes later I went to buy some dog food at a new store nearby, and another friend of mine appeared. It was Mana.

A: "Ha, it's just her."
B: "WTF?! Run! She's gonna beat you up. Get the hell out of the building!"
C: "Oh god! She's beautiful!"

I gave in to fear.

Unexpected.

-"Obviously she is still in love with (censored). Have mercy over (censored) for his sins."

---End of thoughts---

----End of post----

Post written on October 20th, 2004

Debo ayudar a Mana.

Va a entregarle a (censored) un texto muy largo. No sabe qué decirle.

-"Déjame pensar . . . "

Yo no sé qué haría, principalmente, porque nunca me he enamorado como ellos dos.

Pobre. Si le sucede algo feo a (censored), ella se deprimirá mucho más.

-"Qué triste es la vida para ella."

C: "Primero porque ella decidió su vida, quizás no logró observar las consecuencias al elegir."

-"Sí. Si estuviera Mana cerca en el momento en que conocí la verdad, la abrazaría fuertemente."

C: "Emites lenguaje no verbal, indicas que le importas, mucho."

-"Sí."

---Fin de pensamientos---

----End of post----

"Have mercy upon the ignorant pervert adolescents"

W, November 17th, 2004

Year 2004 and 2005 where my favorite years, they where sweet. Too bad time travel is unexistent. I'd go back and live it again. But I am so sad! God! I live too much in the past, I'll become mad sooner or later, or maybe I already am. I miss being in love, it's so cold to know that since Mana, I have reactivated my AT Field again, into my own coccoon. I know I won't fall in love again until something happens, I am so lonely, god. Suicidal thoughts are back again. You know, at this time, my death would be almost unoticed. It will hit close family members, but it won't be anything within the little piece of sand our world is. My body would go back to its origin, the Earth, but my soul will become entangled into an infinite trial of pain and sadness. If I commit suicide, I won't be redeemed. Death is not the greatest form of liberty, and it will only be joyful if it isn't self-inflicted. But I sometimes wish I where dead.

Still, I can't give in to suicide, I have gone all the way up to this point, and I won't give away all the things I have done just for this. Life is the most precious gift everybody has. You are given a chance to observe this wonder God him/herself has etched over the blackness of space, life. We are humans, considered rational beings, but sometimes animals are even more rational than we are, and more considerate. The WTC attacks and the Iraq war where just a set up by the U.S. Government, all masterpieces of the American scums high political democrats have become. We should have pity for America, possibly the worst place to live in. The only place considered as the best is where a human soul has never walked upon, and because the environmental, social and political situations in the U.S. are going bad (slowly), bad things happen. Consider hurricane Katrina as a warning coming from the Earth's core. You fellow americans have been polluting Earth for decades, and now your pollution is going above Africa and Australia, making holes in the ozone layer and heating up the environment. And hurricane Katrina is possibly one the first warnings Earth will send to us. Earth is a living being, too. Show respect. We also pollute, but because of our own ignorance. May God have mercy upon mankind for his sins.

We beg your pardons.

Therefore, as man can make horrible things to himself, is man rational? Or are we getting into an inverted field called as insanity? Man is a delicate biological structure, and surrounding situations may disturb it. But, this does not mean that mind is the first one to suffer the most. Not exactly. Human mind is another of God's masterpieces. And it is built to be tough, but flexible. A person must learn how to use his/her mind correctly, as it is the best weapon ever made, and probably the best bio-computer ever made. It is sad to know that there are madmen all over the planet, today's world is demanding and dangerous, and we must be careful with it.

I can say a lot more, but it'll go on and on. I am sorry for waisting your time. I am, really. I am ashamed.

OX

And then there's me. . .

2006-03-25T22:37:00.000-06:00

I dreamed last night of a possible future, or an inverted, parallel universe, of the deformed reality I live in. I was in the living room, walking towards the kitchen, I think. The weather was great, sunny and warm, although the house seemed to be a little cool. As I approached the kitchen I looked left, towards the east, to the back garden. I remember the purity and life of the lifeforms hanging on the tree, round, tender leaves, reflecting light and covering a humid soil of low altitude vegetation, grass and weeds. There where a few leaves falling to the ground in peace, silent. The sky was partially cloudy, or maybe foggy, there was something gray between the mountains far away and the wide blue yonder.

Then, I looked left, in a natural way, as if I was just looking at the hills far away. In the distance, just a few meters away from me, on the backyard, a few friends where there looking at each other. Then, they came very close to each other and kissed passionately. I felt alien to the situation, but deep inside there was some joy or something about to implode. I saw a few looking at me to salute me, and I saluted them to, from the windows, transparent as fine air. I then looked right, and came upon other friends, but they looked much more older than they do in reality. We sat, and we began to chat. Nothing came to mind, as I talked to them with an incredible feeling of happiness. I remember them saying that I and another friend nearby where impossible to be taken apart, that we looked kind of similar and had great bonds with each other.

When I woke up, a sudden feeling of sadness came upon me, as I tried to recover the images I had seen in my dream. My brain deletes those dreams from my memory, but I know that deep inside remains of them are left behind. As I read in a spanish girl's blog, our mind seems to expire and decay periodically, when we come upon different situations that suggest different reactions, when we suddenly change our field of view and transfer to a different reality and another tomorrow, the elongation of the past. Our mind, brain, body and soul must be in peak conditions, and therefore must be "updated", as they expire and decay in time. As I read in a text I found in a cultural panflet in a local newspaper: equilibrium is the brain's perpendicularity. The brain controls the chemical difussion throughout the body to create equilibrium, to keep it stable and together, much of what you experience or whatever stimulates you creates a reaction within your body, and such applies to almost everything that exists. In human terms: you receive as much as you give. In chemical terms: matter, mass and energy aren't created neither destroyed, but transformed in a never-ending cycle. In alchemical terms: you must first present something of equal value before you recieve something else. In my own terms: whatever you give or emit to your reality and world will give you something of equal value, purpose, magnitude or feeling.

And therefore I ask myself: what have I given to my own reality and world, that has given me this condition an atribute, to be so lonely and obssesive? Why do I go further into stuff and situations that isolate me from the social frontier of the world? And why am I writing this stuff? Why am I still here, when I could have died many days ago, many times, again and again? Why is this reality so blurred and confused, and why is there so hostile situations and people in this world? That is because I, you and we are humans, simple yet complex, nervous and rapidly reproducing creatures in a delicate grain of sand and water in the middle of the cold and darkness of space. We fight for things, why? Because we are humans. War, famine and murder are human traits, as well as love, passion and respect. Humans are more complex than we think they are. Humans emit energy that affects matter and society, which gives life a more spicy flavour, the human drama and its magic. Humans are great animals, you know. They are cute little creatures, but sometimes they get too angry and fuss about anything.

And then there's me, as some sort of interviewer. I have so many questions about life and death. I observe my own dreams, universes created by mechanical responses in my brain, and compare them to the world I live in. Sometimes I think reality is a dream, it looks too beautiful to be true, yet too horrible to live in. When will it all end? I don't know, but meanwhile, I must live.

Compact Disc artistic covers (introduction)

2006-03-12T17:54:00.000-06:00

Many of the CD's we burn at home have little or no decorations, and cool commercially-available CD covers are somehow scarce. Luckily, CD's have thin metallic (probably alloy) covers on which you can write on with a pen. Therefore, you can still decorate your CD's on your own by only using water-based or permanent pens and a CD walkman.

Decorating CD's isn't very easy, and you might get the workplace or yourself dirty with ink and even hurt your eyes by having contact with your walkman's laser. You also need a steady hand to do this, an AC or DC current into your walkman or fully charged batteries, plenty of fresh air and a stable surface to work on.

In the following posts I will include some guides to artistically decorate your CD's. If you try this on your own, or with somebody else, please give feedback. I'd be glad to hear from your experiences.

Hold on! And update your bookmarks!
Newoz
OX