En honor a que estuve en el Defectuoso la semana pasada hoy toca escribir en español, para variarle y esas ondas.
ANtes que nada decir que que gran bodorrio del buen Rop y la Maru, un aplauso pa los nuevos esposados.
Pues resulta que hoy fue uno de esos días, domingo, que por extraño que parezca las energias estaba a tope, y pues despues de desayunar un poco de pan de dany, o pan de miel con mantequillita derretida, grrr, pues se me ocurrio lanzarme corriendo hasta el puente que da entrada al pueblo y que basicamente convirtio a San Carleto, o lo desconvirtio de ser una isla.
Esto era algo que siempre habia querido hacer, salir de aqui, correr hasta el puente y lanzarme al vacio desde el puente hasta el canal de aguas frescas que circula por debajo, osea el mar.
PUes me prepare con unas chanclas corredoras para no perder tiempo en quitarme los tennis al momento de llegar al puente, de ahi a correr primero atravez del pueblo y luego por la carretera, yo creo que me habre echado unos 5o minutos de aqui al puente, hoy no hacia mucho sol, por suerte, pero el viento aunque refrescaba podia sentir como me empujaba para atras, como un cadenero de antro, para todos aquellos que a los 24 se seguian viendo de 16 saben a lo que me refiero.
Total que antes de salir empaque un bagel con la cantidad exacta, osea un chingo, de queso philadelphia, y mermelada de mora azul (era la que habia). Un poco de agua y obviamente el reproductor de musica para irme deleitando con unos buenos trompetasos de los maestros de Beirut, y de vez en cuando alguna que otra pacheques bizarra, aunque estoy usando esa palabra segun su significado en ingles, de los de Austin TV.
Hoy me di cuenta que esos mais tienen una rola cuyo fondo es el dialogo del Cientifico loco de la celebre pelicula 80ntera, 90ntera, Regreso al Futuro, y vaya que me trajo buenos recuerdos, sobre todo la parte de la patineta rosa voladora, siempre pense que para cuando tuviera bigote, esas madres ya existirian.
Total que despues de la carrerita me dirigi al puente avente por un lado la mochila y la musica, y tome vuelo y sin pensarlo dos veces, osease que a la chingada, me avente al vacio, para caer, seguramente gritando como niña, al agua fria, los pescadores de por ahi, se me quedaron viendo con sus tecates en mano, pensando este loco que anda haciendo. EN fin que la experiencia fue toda una gozada. Despues de un rato de relajacion y mi buen lunch me eche el camino de regreso justo para regresar a ver "Diarios de una princesa", con mi roomate, jajaja.
Lo que le pasa a uno por no tener TV.
domingo, 21 de febrero de 2010
martes, 9 de febrero de 2010
Earthquake or SONIC BOOOOOM
iTS 10,32 pm, I have just crawled out of bed to come and write in the computer room, in which the only sound that keeps me company is the sound of the everlasting (not really) energy expending plastic boxes.
Just at 10,13 pm I was resting myself in my bed, inside my blankets, protecting myself from the heavy wind that came from my, since the hurricane, broken window.
I was in the last page, in the last sentence of the book I was reading, "Touching Spirit Bear", that a nice lady gave to me, when suddenly it trembled, the entire world move and jump, as if it was choking to death, hoping to get some air before passing out. I have never felt that before, I believe me, being from Mexico City, I have experienced my good share of earthquakes, but this one was different, the windows where dancing like Shakira, and the whole building move from one side to the other, I've never felt something like this before, It felt Like if an space non identified aircraft has just landed, roughly, outside my house.
When everything stopped, the sensation was good, like if I was lucky to have survived a nuclear explosion, if that sensation really exists, and can be told.
At the moment I walk out of the house, kind of wondering if I was going to see some demolition job, or a UFO standing outside my house. Everybody in the neighborhood was out wondering what the hell had happen. Of course the jokes started, Anaconda shouted "sorry", for farting.
I Don't know what happened tonight, but the earth definitely shook itself some fleas or something, it felt good.
Just at 10,13 pm I was resting myself in my bed, inside my blankets, protecting myself from the heavy wind that came from my, since the hurricane, broken window.
I was in the last page, in the last sentence of the book I was reading, "Touching Spirit Bear", that a nice lady gave to me, when suddenly it trembled, the entire world move and jump, as if it was choking to death, hoping to get some air before passing out. I have never felt that before, I believe me, being from Mexico City, I have experienced my good share of earthquakes, but this one was different, the windows where dancing like Shakira, and the whole building move from one side to the other, I've never felt something like this before, It felt Like if an space non identified aircraft has just landed, roughly, outside my house.
When everything stopped, the sensation was good, like if I was lucky to have survived a nuclear explosion, if that sensation really exists, and can be told.
At the moment I walk out of the house, kind of wondering if I was going to see some demolition job, or a UFO standing outside my house. Everybody in the neighborhood was out wondering what the hell had happen. Of course the jokes started, Anaconda shouted "sorry", for farting.
I Don't know what happened tonight, but the earth definitely shook itself some fleas or something, it felt good.
lunes, 1 de febrero de 2010
The feel of the water, the power of a swell
Today I went to the dunes.
The dunes is a sand bar infront of where I live in Magdalena Bay where the Pacific Ocean meets Land and hits it pretty hard creating in some especial ocations, this big, nicely form, chunky, wave.
DUring this day, we arrive there pretty early, driving in my friends Anaconda Johnson´s boat, we arrived there just at high tide, we park the boat in the bay side, the black inflatable, exmarine boat looked pretty sad and lonely, with out its normal bodyguard, Wanda, the blow up doll.
At high tide the waves at the beach, in the other side of the huge dunes, cover with coyote tracks, and dolphin skeletons, are just a big fat burrito, they never completely brake, they just go on an on, but at the perfect moment of the day, when the correct amount of force and water is approaching the beach, the waves formations were sweet like candybars. The waves where big, the waves where powerful, the waves kicked my ass, like never before, I was swallowing water, being hit with the zebra, red wood board, I was using, and no waves where surf at the moment, I was close to quitting when my friend Johnson, help me get a wave. At that point I started to paddle as fast as I could, hoping that the wave would give me my "One way ticket to midnight, heavy metal showdown" (for more references on the matter watch SouthPark episode on getting high with cat urine). I could feel the movement, I could see my board going faster and faster, and at that point I was going into this huge wave, this huge movement on water, crawling over the surface of the world, going forward, and with me on top.
It is hard to explain the feeling that you got when you are on a Wave, I dont know if I experience it more because I dont usually experience it, although I experience the feeling of going under a wave a lot, but the feeling of going on top is so full of energy, so peaceful, so fantastic, that its a kind of rush, you normally dont experience. Now that I read my description, I realize how lame it is compared, to that few seconds of glory in which I dominated the furious rage of the ocean. As my friend Anaconda says, its awesome to be on a wave, to imagine the power you are riding, imagining that, that force you are on, came all the way from the North Pole, and now you are on top of it, as a last ceremony, to honor this fantastic wave before its departure, before its final vogaye. Before its death against a sandy bar.
The dunes is a sand bar infront of where I live in Magdalena Bay where the Pacific Ocean meets Land and hits it pretty hard creating in some especial ocations, this big, nicely form, chunky, wave.
DUring this day, we arrive there pretty early, driving in my friends Anaconda Johnson´s boat, we arrived there just at high tide, we park the boat in the bay side, the black inflatable, exmarine boat looked pretty sad and lonely, with out its normal bodyguard, Wanda, the blow up doll.
At high tide the waves at the beach, in the other side of the huge dunes, cover with coyote tracks, and dolphin skeletons, are just a big fat burrito, they never completely brake, they just go on an on, but at the perfect moment of the day, when the correct amount of force and water is approaching the beach, the waves formations were sweet like candybars. The waves where big, the waves where powerful, the waves kicked my ass, like never before, I was swallowing water, being hit with the zebra, red wood board, I was using, and no waves where surf at the moment, I was close to quitting when my friend Johnson, help me get a wave. At that point I started to paddle as fast as I could, hoping that the wave would give me my "One way ticket to midnight, heavy metal showdown" (for more references on the matter watch SouthPark episode on getting high with cat urine). I could feel the movement, I could see my board going faster and faster, and at that point I was going into this huge wave, this huge movement on water, crawling over the surface of the world, going forward, and with me on top.
It is hard to explain the feeling that you got when you are on a Wave, I dont know if I experience it more because I dont usually experience it, although I experience the feeling of going under a wave a lot, but the feeling of going on top is so full of energy, so peaceful, so fantastic, that its a kind of rush, you normally dont experience. Now that I read my description, I realize how lame it is compared, to that few seconds of glory in which I dominated the furious rage of the ocean. As my friend Anaconda says, its awesome to be on a wave, to imagine the power you are riding, imagining that, that force you are on, came all the way from the North Pole, and now you are on top of it, as a last ceremony, to honor this fantastic wave before its departure, before its final vogaye. Before its death against a sandy bar.
martes, 26 de enero de 2010
364 days after
First of all I dont know why I decided to write this in english, some people around me say I am turning into a gringo, let just say I want to practice my english, and since I dont write a lot in this language I consider it a good idea. Anyways I apologize in advance for my horrible spelling and humongos, like bodriona, grammar and shit. Please just dont tell my former grammar students, or they will ask for theire money back.
As the title of this text says I am writing this entry 364 days after something. What could that be? Could that be 364 days after loosing my precious flower. Or could it be 364 days after getting out of jail, or could it be 364 days after the little pink dwarfs started to talk to me.
Actually tomorrow its the aniversary of the day when I arrived to Baja, especificly to Puerto San Carlos, in Magdalena Bay. That is why today, while laying on a hamoc, I decided it was a good timing to start this blog. I can tell you a little bit about my story with Blogs, this is actually my third one, because I am choosing not to count that one about the counter tactics to survive an alien induction (I think I am over that episode of my life, but who knows?)
Well the other two blogs I have made one was about Dr. Bum, the best surgeon in CHicago, this guy can rejuvenate Madona`s smile in the morning, and perform a heart transplant to a Vietnam veteran, under a bridge with nothing more than a bottle of bourbon, some cooking knives and a rat`s heart.
The other blog was about Magdalena Bay and its environmental issues.
This time I would like to write about my experiences here, about my days, about what my senses feel, and about the waves I am starting to catch, and the ones that run over me, most of the time.
As you people that know me should know, I have a terrible memory, not for anything, ask me about what I ate in 2002 on the day when I travel 23 hours all the way to San Antonio, Texas, to watch Michael Jordan play, while he was in the Wizards, just to find out when I got out of the bus that he was injured.
I dont know why I have good memory for food, but not for the things I listen, or the things I see, I try to, but sometimes that info just fades away. That is the reason why I wanted to make this blog, for me to remember, and in that way keep this moments as fresh and vivis as a lobster in a tank ready to be trown into a pan with butter.
Through this year in Baja I have seen and learn, and ate a lot of things, but if I could choose some I will choose 3 memories, that right now jump into my head.
When I swam with sea lions in the waters of Isla Cerralvo, aka Isla Jaques Cousteau (By the way, for you people that dont know who this guy is, Cousteau is the inventor of a couple of things that basicly changed the world. Apple Pie, buttons, and skinny jeans)
and was surrounded by this special curious animals, that surround you and swim with you while they watch you with there big eyes, and scratch there heads with there fins.
The second one will be when I got my first wave in the bay of San Juanico, the moment probably lasted 5 seconds, but the sense of speed, of dominating the furious ocean was amazing, of course then I fall down and my ass was kicked by the furious ocean.
The third one will probably be, I was going to say when I saw gray whales spy hoping at 2 meters away from me, or when I was riding a boat and the dolphins where following us and jumping on my sides and talking to each other, with their funny noises. But thinking twice, the 3rd one will be swimming through an oasis with a cooler full of beers preparing a campsite with some friends.
I am going to try to keep on posting up here, I will apreciate your comentaries, and donatives, in cash, later on I will put up here my account number.
By the way the answer was BBQ ribs, with a yellow corn, some butter and a beer. (maybe not a beer, I am not sure if I was 21)
As the title of this text says I am writing this entry 364 days after something. What could that be? Could that be 364 days after loosing my precious flower. Or could it be 364 days after getting out of jail, or could it be 364 days after the little pink dwarfs started to talk to me.
Actually tomorrow its the aniversary of the day when I arrived to Baja, especificly to Puerto San Carlos, in Magdalena Bay. That is why today, while laying on a hamoc, I decided it was a good timing to start this blog. I can tell you a little bit about my story with Blogs, this is actually my third one, because I am choosing not to count that one about the counter tactics to survive an alien induction (I think I am over that episode of my life, but who knows?)
Well the other two blogs I have made one was about Dr. Bum, the best surgeon in CHicago, this guy can rejuvenate Madona`s smile in the morning, and perform a heart transplant to a Vietnam veteran, under a bridge with nothing more than a bottle of bourbon, some cooking knives and a rat`s heart.
The other blog was about Magdalena Bay and its environmental issues.
This time I would like to write about my experiences here, about my days, about what my senses feel, and about the waves I am starting to catch, and the ones that run over me, most of the time.
As you people that know me should know, I have a terrible memory, not for anything, ask me about what I ate in 2002 on the day when I travel 23 hours all the way to San Antonio, Texas, to watch Michael Jordan play, while he was in the Wizards, just to find out when I got out of the bus that he was injured.
I dont know why I have good memory for food, but not for the things I listen, or the things I see, I try to, but sometimes that info just fades away. That is the reason why I wanted to make this blog, for me to remember, and in that way keep this moments as fresh and vivis as a lobster in a tank ready to be trown into a pan with butter.
Through this year in Baja I have seen and learn, and ate a lot of things, but if I could choose some I will choose 3 memories, that right now jump into my head.
When I swam with sea lions in the waters of Isla Cerralvo, aka Isla Jaques Cousteau (By the way, for you people that dont know who this guy is, Cousteau is the inventor of a couple of things that basicly changed the world. Apple Pie, buttons, and skinny jeans)
and was surrounded by this special curious animals, that surround you and swim with you while they watch you with there big eyes, and scratch there heads with there fins.
The second one will be when I got my first wave in the bay of San Juanico, the moment probably lasted 5 seconds, but the sense of speed, of dominating the furious ocean was amazing, of course then I fall down and my ass was kicked by the furious ocean.
The third one will probably be, I was going to say when I saw gray whales spy hoping at 2 meters away from me, or when I was riding a boat and the dolphins where following us and jumping on my sides and talking to each other, with their funny noises. But thinking twice, the 3rd one will be swimming through an oasis with a cooler full of beers preparing a campsite with some friends.
I am going to try to keep on posting up here, I will apreciate your comentaries, and donatives, in cash, later on I will put up here my account number.
By the way the answer was BBQ ribs, with a yellow corn, some butter and a beer. (maybe not a beer, I am not sure if I was 21)
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