Épater la Bourgeoise

winter.

2008-12-20T16:10:35Z

Winter has come,
and with it,
the scarfs, the snow, the dark cold nights, the fog and the long coats,

and then, suddenly, i find where i forgot your heart.

it's been always there.
hidden (from me) and unreachable in a winter's coat pocket.

and then... (del metro, evidentemente)

2008-12-16T09:58:51Z

al fin él se decidió por un regalo, era Silvestre y se sentía en la obligación de hacerlo; se presentó con una bonita caja, de cartón, recubierta de tela color crema y lazo negro.

- La he hecho yo, ¿te gusta?, vamos, ábrela y mira que hay dentro.

Ella se acercó a la caja, sin hablar ni dando a entender que había escuchado algo, con su andar flotante y su larga falda, como un suspiro, sin ser nada más que una imagen recurrente producida por el opio. Delante de la caja, a su lado, cerca de él. Pasaron lo que pudieron ser horas o quizás sólo unos segundos los dos mirándose fijamente y él asintiendo, hasta que Ella decidió acercar su manos, sus dedos largos y blancos, al lazo.
Un pañuelo de seda cuidadosamente doblado escondía algo, un espejo de mano; empuñadura de plata y un grabado recorrían su contorno.
Ella, sin entender demasiado qué hacer con aquel objeto volvió su mirada para encontrar una respuesta en unos ojos apasionados, vivos, no abrió la boca, sus labios permanecieron cerrados.

- Anda, mírate, observa tu reflejo, así te verás como yo te veo. Así sabrás quién eres realmente.

(....)
- pero... está roto.

My Top 5.

2008-10-23T14:14:11Z

i go out the shower wearing my new and black bathrobe; she is reading quietly in the living room, there is an old Death In June record playing. she looks so beatiful sitting, almost lying in the sofa, with half my pyjamas and her new librarian glasses.

i am approaching just to kiss her and check what she is reading, some Russian author from the 19th cent., what an incredible picture.

so why am i thinking about her?
and not just HER.
i think about THEM, my ghosts, my cats -as she calls them with a sexy bitter jealous whispering-, my past.

some days are worse than others.

those days usually are Sundays,

19th September

2008-09-19T09:36:03Z

aye!

today be th'day!
enjoy your Talk Like a Pirate Day!

cheers from london

aye aye, today be th' tide, if ye dasn't want t' be punished ye ortin' ta all talk like seafarin' heartys.

Maybe ye dasn't be havin' enough vocabulary, so 't would be enough t' try t' insert an aye, or a sotovoce arr inside ye normal speaking... but th' real salty dogs talk seafarin' hearty until th' swabbies arround get tired.

All you scurby dogs can also chant some sea shanties while you work yer hearts out in yer daily wokrings.

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-GB%3Aofficial&hs=pfH&q=%22drunken+sailor%22+youtube&btnG=Search

Thar be a lot o' spanish bucaneers back in ye olde days but, dunno why we nay got enough spanish vocabulary for ye pirate business, at least that I know o'... that makes me write this letter in th' perfid albion language.

I wish all o' ye be havin' a jolly good day!

my weekly purpose

2008-09-15T00:28:19Z

i do want to be like Rainer Maria Rilke.

for now i have the mustache.
and for sure i travel from place to place.

...but i still have to seduce some members of the nobility.

Blame on my moustache part 2.

2008-08-29T00:49:48Z

i just come from breaking up with her for 11th time.

i can't deny this has some kind of theatrical beauty, this time she has been standing there until i disappeared walking, far, so far, wanting for me to turn back of for her to shout my name so deeply; she had to bite her lips to not do it.
we won't meet again.

(until next time)

blame on my moustache

2008-06-04T23:10:50Z

i know who is jeremy bentham.

i was a prisioner in your skull

"Testing...one, two, three. Well...well fuck, I mean; I just don't know what to say. I'm very glad to be here with you tonight, I'll be able to talk to you about some things...that I know a great deal about. Everyone knows that you are fucked up. And everyone knows that I am fucked up. But, does everyone know that you are more fucked up than me? Well, I know that. And you know that. But our purpose is to tell everyone that. Take for instance, the time you went to the bathroom, to take a shower. You had some soap, a towel, shampoo, washcloth, a brush, everything was set. But you had to call me to come turn on the water for you. You didn't know where or how. That is one instance of how fucked up you are. A second instance of how fucked up your are: You was going to cook you some breakfast. Well you went in there, and put some toast in the toaster, put a skillet on the stove, put some grease in it. You got you some eggs out, some bacon. Poured you some orange juice and some coffee. Got some jelly and some butter. Fried eggs, salt, pepper, got some bacon on the grill. Everything was fine - except for one thing. You had to call in there...to show you how to use a fork. Now a third instance; the way you're fucked up. You got dressed, ready to go to school. Everything was fine - got outside, got in your car. Key in the ignition. Except for one thing. You had to call me to come show you."

...but it won't save me

and i was younger then (and young men never die)

2008-05-07T02:26:03Z

so, as you know, being a total sociopath and a disfunctional member of the royal humanity i must choose the role patterns for living in society from somewhere; books, movies, advertisments, whatever.
having that lack of personality is not that bad when you have access to the internet and therefore, to the mainstream culture, then you can appear to be a regular guy or even a cool one.
...anyway, right now i've copied and based my life in a tv serie i've just discovered. it's called Flight of the Conchords and you must check it.

there are lots of videos on the youtube, but this one was the first i saw.

and as long as it's Wednesday i should say bye (because it's bussiness time, baby)

so what's new, uh? well mistyofthedane came to Barcelona and it was great to see her again, it was like time had stopped for a while, she looked incredible but we didn't had the time i would like to share with her... anyway, being that oportunity Tommaso and me took some photos just for give her a memory, lots of silly ones and few sexy ones, just choose if in which group this should be.

obviously, we forgot to give her the photos...
(but we gave her two badges with our faces)
(mine looks horrible, i must say)

and ohtaraness has left too, so now i have nobody to talk in english in a silly way...
so maybe that's why i'm leaving tomorrow to Germany, for quite a long time.
so yes, bye.

and i'm going to meet cornangeloid and nemetean tomorrow for the WGT in Leipzig. (oh yeah, i feel so dark und goth)
Cornel just called me at lunch time for saying everything is just planned.
he is so cute, he doesn't know i don't care for those things, in the end i always manage myself to be in the right (or wrong) place in the right (or wrong) moment.
and then Ludwigsburg, and Tübingen, and Krefeld, and Berlin to see PJ Harvey...

yay! ^_^

2008-03-06T22:25:25Z

- Hello Honey Bunny.
- Hello My dear Pumpkin.

yay! she's coming!

(the bunny head is one of my Kozik Smorkin' Labbit figures)

V's Wonderful Big Giant Post of Unspeakable Horrors or my so-called-life.

2008-02-21T02:33:35Z

well,
maybe you ask yourselves how is a regular day in my life.
maybe not.
ok. probably not.
ok. you don't...

...anyway, i'm going to explain it you like it or not.
come on, just skip reading, yes, like that, no more reading, it doesn't matter, it's just bullshit.

this week it's being kinda amazing, on sunday i saw a "david-lynch"y concert with pluramon and fovea hex which was as you can expect, quite nice, and then, i wrote the review for some music magazines and next day work. yes, quite normal, and yes, that's wearing my trousers, concert in the evening, review in the morning, check my university status, try to matriculate in some new subjects, fail in it, try to write some new pages for the comic book, rewrite them again...
...and also some strange stories of my so called life.

how i ended covered in blood.

i was going home as usual, walking, just after a concert in downtown -sidecar-, tonight was Valina a post-hardcore Austrian band who, wow, kicked ass very much indeed.
i was a bit drunk so i put the automatic return-home mode and left myself to my own thoughts, and started to walk making forms on the floor suspiciously lovecraftcarian alike.
...i had been the whole concert stealing beers from a hidden fridge, yes i am as cunning as a fox who's just been made Professor of Cunning at Oxford University; although it was an intelligent plan and despite i gave away lots of free beers to other people, i had scored "bad karma points" and i should redeem.
so get the picture, me, at three in the morning middle drunk and returning home looking for a good action to do.
unfortunately there is no granny wanting to cross the street at daybreak.

left to my own luck, and karmical response, i made out a night bus, a signal -i thought-, so i decided to run and get into it. For my amuzement i arrived in time so i sat for recover the breath and enjoy a little bit more the new CD from Boris (Smile)

and then i disposed myself to enjoy the trip, i really like to use public transport, ok, just when it's too early in the morning or too late and there's not so crown and smelly...
anyway, up to the second song of the album i saw something strange by the window; there was two people in the middle of the tracks of the tram, it was so theatrical somehow, so i stared at them. They were in a fight, a heavy fight. First i thought they were making fun, then that they may be doing their own "fight club" thingie...

...no it was so heavy stuff.
so i decided it was my turn to take part in it; after all it had been almost one week since i was in trouble.

by here everything turns quite surreal and happens with that strange fog with just exists in dreams or when you are in some kind of drugs or when it's foggy weather...
as i was running out the bus i picked my cell to phone the police -who i may say have no sense of humor- and then i saw something quite bizarre, a prostitute from Eastern Europe with really high heeled shoes running and yelling to the fight...
i join her in the running and asked her for help trying to separate them, she nodded, so i focused my attention in the one who, apparently, was winning. I jumped in his back, and well, bad mistake.
i found his elbow in my mouth and then some pieces of my teeth joined the floor (not really a big deal, really); somehow i managed to separate the big guy and throw him in the floor.
he was a really big guy, bald and that kind of people that confirms darwin's theory about evolution of species; he had his face covered in blood and looked quite irascible; the other one, was a thin bearded guy who probably had been in lots of occasions like this.
so that's my theory, the prostitute was yelling than someone wanted to kill his "boyfriend", ok, maybe i shouldn't make any judgement but i really think it was a fight between the pimp and a unhappy customer.
...after this ramatic pause let's return to the bloody scene...
so, we have the pimp in the floor and the unhappy customer quite knotted, right? and i say "ok, be cool people, that's all, everything s right now... let's calm a little" -yes, you see, being almost a psychologist helps in that situations and teaches you the right words to say...-
unfortunately, it wasn't that easy, the unhappy customer showed a knife for the screaming of the woman (yes, woman, not a girl anymore... experience has a point in her job i must reckon) and my surprise, because he went for attacking me although his last target, the pimp.
i must be grateful for the tai chi lessons that Blanca teached me, because it was the "cepillar la crin del caballo" movement which saved me from the knife, that and a relly poor grace of attacking by the guy... so he felt on the floor and the pimp decided the fight was over and went to his car, which was parked in the middle of the street, so i did. happy because no one got killed and suff.
end?
no, not yet, the crazy guy of the knife just woke up and took the cap of a drain and throw it to the pimp's car (with him inside, obviously), and then he relaxed and started to walk towards the street...
...obviously too, the pimp decided to ran over him with the car...
and then the police came, happy ending...

volvía para casa de un concierto de post hardcore francamente cojonudo e iba pensando en el equilibrio kármico y esas cosas que hago
ya que me había pasado todo el jodido concierto pribando de gratis de una de las neveras escondidas de la sala
y claro, debía compensar mis fechorías de algún modo
total, que andaba yo entre putas y travelos camino de mi barrio cuando he divisado un bus a lo lejos
una señal
debía cogerlo
aullando hasta él, me subo y al aposentarme escuchando a boris y su nuevo cd
oteo una pelea en medio de las vías del tranvia
joder, se están metiendo de lo lindo
pienso
eso son hostias finas y no lo que reparten en misa
pero vaya, quizás sea un juego
a lo the fight club
al fin y al cabo yo tb lo hago
con mi amigo lluís al que ahora hecho de menos
...joder, eso ha tenido que doler
mierda, va en serio
mejor bajo.
y al bajar me encuentro a una mujer que practica el arte de la pretidiputación corriendo hacia el embrollo
vamos?
claro que vamos, joder
a lo mejor incluso me dan una patada en la boca y me vuelvo a sentir vivo
y vaya.
así que de repente me encontraba sujetando a un simio alopécico de una ex república soviética cubierto en sangre
me dirigí, claro está a quién parecía estar ganando la refriega
graso error
pues cuando tenía al calvo más o menos controlado el otro ser bípedo (presumiblemente de la misma especie) se levanta y saca una navaja sólo concevible para los mayores fanes de curro romero
ei ei, quieto parao
-ahí se demuestran mis grandes dotes de negociador y mente apaciguadora-
bueno, ya está, os he separado y he llamado a la poli, así que guay, todos somos amigos no? qué vas a hacer con eso? déjalo, el colega está tranquilo, verdad que sí? pues venga, ala, ya está
...y claro, uno pensaría que la mente humana reaccionaria a sin duda magnánimes argumentos...
pues no, el tipo, ni corto ni perezoso (mas tenía pinta cortico y era algo osezno)
decide que lo mejor es, en vez de atacar a aquel con quién tenía mayor confianza, hacer crecer su círculo de amistades e intenta clavarme el utensilio sin demasiada gracia
huelga decir que si lo he esquivado es gracias a los consejos de tai chi que practico en la tienda de tebeos

it's all about love, Honey Bunny

2008-02-13T07:58:26Z

yesterday i was skyping with a girl from planet Vega i met few weeks ago and one thing to another the topics brought us to the "so-called-love"...
i really like to be in love, it makes me feel alive, somehow, you know, i'm a romantic hobo, i love that kind of stuff, dawns in the sea, flowers without a reason, putting stupid adjectives as "sweet piece of cake with sugar and honey all over, plus mermelade, never forget the mermelade, and possible some nutella, of my heart", hugging softly, taking care, and all that sweet stuff i will deny if you ask me.
(you know, i like METAL, i'm a cold doomster)

but she doesn't like that feeling, the "butterflies", well, maybe it's her condition, being from planet Vega doesn't allow her to eat insects, and, therefore, to have butterflies in the stomach... (planet Vega is quite strange, they also have purple tentacles ruling their world, their trees grown upside down, the ground is three feet above the floor, and everything is in 3-D, even words -which makes conversations much more intense-).

so, as i said, i like it, i feel alive, connected again with reality, it's like fear, or sledging in Austria knowing for sure that "oh-god-i'm-going-to-die-fuck-where-is-the-brake?".
it is also an excuse to listen bands as Lampshade, to shave everyday, to walk down the rain smiling or to act like an stupid with some kind of reason.

...anyway, maybe that's also love, butterflies.
if you see it with enough distance, you think it's really beautiful, with lots of colors and surrounded by flowers. Something which flies softly, warmly, something delicate, something that you would like to take care of it and to keep close to you. But then, when it's so close you discover that it looks like some kind of alien from outer space (he aquí un pleonasmo redundante, señores), probably more powerful than you or whatever you had seen before (even if you have read lovecraft - so maybe it has tentacles too-), something strange, incromprehensible which is just here to conquer and destroy you and your world or it is just another really ugly bug with an strange tongue and frightening eyes which was once a worm...

...and maybe everyone was a worm once, and we all become butterflies in the end...
nah, forget that, that sounded soooo gay. we are just worms.

happy happy pre-st. valentine's day and i hope you celebrate the day of the zombie pride the last 4th of february, and be prepared because tomorrow is the DOOM'S DAY, or, at least, is the day of my final exam (so i should be studying and not updating, i know...)

sincerely yours,
vincent vega
(thinner but also in the mood for dancing)

(if you type "butterflies in the stomach" in google images, appears this)
(i told you, tentacles are in fashion...)

we like Sigur Rós and most of post rock stuff

2008-02-10T23:08:32Z

we love sigur rós...

...everyone else loves Hypno Toad

Not as Easy as a Wednesday Morning

2008-02-06T03:53:23Z

...and he is Easy,

Know it sounds funny
But I just can't stand the pain
Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole
And I borrowed
Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, babe!

so, yes, he leave us.
for a while, or maybe longer.
we are going to miss him -no puede ser, no puede ser, no puede ser-
because he wants a piece of freedom though he is "buena persona y libre como la mierda"

...and i'm Easy as every morning

it has nothing to do with my friend, and there are no tentacles at all, but hey! there are some sea-alike creatures! enjoy the hula time!

National Gorilla Suit Day. (und tentacles)

2008-01-30T23:31:05Z

well, right now tentacles are in fashion, that's something new.
and i dunno how to feel about it.

i mean, i love squids, octopusses and all kind of stuff with tentacles, i wanted to tattoo smt with tentacles in the near future, but, well, it's becoming mainstream.

...

i should have no problem with it, it's like doom metal, right now everyone listens to it (even i!), and i think it's good that everybody opens their minds...

chtulhu is mainstream too

but it is so lovely, isn't it?
it would destroy the whole humanity ^_^

...

stop talking rubish

art by Jeremy Forson

yesterday

2007-12-23T13:07:30Z

so, well.
that was yesterday night.

(yes, the "symbol" which is supposed to be me looks like a Kanji -kanji? no, it's not well written-, yes, i need the free hand program.)

(CEBOLLÓN)

and well, wow, long time since the last post.
i've been in london with Mónica (i would post photos or whatever, but you know, we didn't took many...).
and i'm leaving to austria in 4 days.

merry whatever you enjoy these days.

barbampec @ 2007-12-19T14:18:00

2007-12-19T13:21:08Z

argh

2007-11-16T00:50:54Z

sometimes i just would be like Madrox, you know?

sometimes i really hate to take decisions, and that's one of them, just because there is not really a WRONG decision.

what i'm going to do?

a pirate i was meant to be

2007-11-15T16:14:38Z

...as everyone would know right now, i'm supposed to be a pirate, ain't me? aye!

(Ahoy, c'mon scurvy dogs, let's find that booty, gar! )

-vaya pelazo-
Mónica and me in the RHPS

so, well. As a pirate, i am also cursed -because every pirate has his curse, his parrot (or monkey -monkeys are funny-), his cool dreads, and his (most probably empty bottle of ) grog or rum-; which means that, yes, i'm... doomed!

and what would be my doomed curse? -would you probably not ask to yourselfs-

well, it's easy, my curse is to meet really nice and pretty foreign girls.
yes. that's my curse.

and i've accepted it with pain in my elbows, yes.

so...
what a shitty curse, isn't it? i wouldn't call it "curse"...
aye, aye...
BUT! the point is that they -the girls- just want my seed!!!!
even better!!!!!
NO, that's the bad thing. my curse is to don't have nothing sexual with they even if they are craving for it...
-hey! sometimes happens!-

yes, it's nonsense
like saying:
"dabily doomily crub" in a loop.

another thing in my so called life:
i've received an almost free flight for this weekend to amsterdam, athens, bilbao, brussels, granada, jerez, lisbon, madrid, malaga, milan, nice, paris, rome, santiago, seville or venice.
yes. crappy existence.

^_^ and Fibonacci stuff (los licantriburones tendrán que esperar)

2007-10-18T22:15:32Z

so, i dunno what's happening, but it looks like everything is starting to calm down.
i feel... yeah, i feel like most of the things in my life are ok, not right! of course, because i'm selling capitalist poison to the minds of the citizens but... quite ok. yes.

anyway...

do you know whats the Fibonacci Spiral?

people, that's fibonacci spiral, fibonacci spiral, that's people (or probably "person")

so you may think it's some kind of nice drawing, don't you? well... it actually IS, but it's also this.

and well, do you know Tool?

yes, indeed, the band.

so...
let's mix it!:

and well, yesterday i acted like a teenager and it was funny...
and good news, at least, and yipeee, i have a flat in berlin for the whole winter if i want to go there (but probably it won't be a good idea)

save the cheerleader, save the world

Insomnia

2007-10-04T01:47:13Z

so, ok, it's official, i "suffer" from insomnia.

but i don't know if i should call it suffering, i mean, ok, i don't really look like a human being these days but, hey! i've walked a lot, and the sea by the night rocks a lot.

"soy un juguete roto" dijo makauli culkin

other good thing about the insomnia is that i created my own lastfm thingie -actually, i didn't create it "now" i was registred in 2005 but it wasn't until past thursday that i started to use it-, and it really rocks, it's so cool and i've realized that there are lots of good concerts... (the 12th of October in Milan, for example...)

and i have a new theory about weed smokers and stoner and stoner doom... i'll post something about this amazing and incredible discoverment of mine ( ... ) if i get some photos from the inside of my Boris - Pink cd (and yes, Mónica, i'm asking for help)

bad points:
i have a cold
i cannot sleep
i's fired from a job
i's expulsed from my practicum

i like catalan public tv.

2007-09-27T22:16:32Z

doncs sí, m'agrada el 33, i si això em converteix en un snob que li agraden els documentals d'animals i els programes de literatura, doncs mira, seré un moderno de merda...

la qual cosa em recorda que ja torno a dur les meves ulleres graduades

allò que deia, el 33 mola, i Mini KISS, com tot grup que val la pena,
té un públic ple d'asiàtics.

i miss you, a lot.
and i miss the zombies too

and this saturday...
let's prepare some rotten tomatoes!!!!!!
because it's coming...

(el gatete es mono)

yes, indeed, Alejandro Jodorowsky, he's coming with that guy who says that human thoughts are printed at water before it is frozen, images of the resulting water crystals will be beautiful or ugly depending upon whether the thoughts were positive or negative (Masaru Emoto). the funny fact is that i always thought that there are no identical crystals, so it would be "easy" to "print" a good feeling in the water and then find a nice ice..., and well...
i mean...
what a bunch of freaks.
the funny point is that it cost 90 € and it's probably sold out...
fortunetely, i have no money.
and now, some links:
what to do on saturday morning.
psicomagia o como ganar dinero fácil sin vender réplicas de rolex llamadas trolex.
no, i'm going to put that video...

it's amazing how amazing is it, and now i can understand why people are so absorbed by this guy...
papanatas! (envy calling)

ta-chán

2007-09-24T00:54:28Z

yes, so that's it.

i'm here and alive.

or at least i breath.

but my psychology project has been rejected, i need a new job, i'll have to pay my studies (no research fellowship), and i'm supposed to move to a new flat in 2 months or less.

but no money in my pockets, neither in my account.

by the way...
...i've met someone...
...
i've met some very nice people and stuff.

now, listen the god corn (not korn)

i worry therefore i am

2007-07-19T23:29:38Z

(the photo is from Barbara Kruger, you can check her stuff in many sites, like here)

and yes, that's how i feel, without any apparently reason.

...emptiness...

this one is from Gillian Wearing

well, there's the thing about all my money and my bag, yes, which are probably lost somewhere in London (in any of their bloody airports) and well, i also lost my trip to Sweden (no mooses for me this time)... -i'm really pissed off of everything-

and it has it's consequences.
i really HAVE TO think about going to france.
everyone i ask, they say, no, it's not a good idea, you have no money (which is fucking true i just have 0'47 € in my account),you should rest a little, and you look kinda doomed... but COME ON! i'm victor von DOOM! ...so that's ok, i guess...

...i should correct something, NOT everyone, Mònica hasn't say a word about it, and it's becoming "normal", because she's still in a pseudo-nihilistic mood...

...i'm a hopeless romantic, you know it. and the idea of being hitchicking really likes me, but, i have to affront it...

12th of July

2007-07-14T11:09:34Z

and it would be such a really good day if i weren't in London without my luggage and without money...

...it looks that i won't have tofu neither

so today is the day...

2007-07-04T16:59:09Z

well...
today i have the most important exam in my life; it's going to decide if i'll remain in the university or not.

...so i trained a mutant gummy bear for threaten the professors...

-és del barri del Carmel-
beware of it!
(i'm evil and i love it)

actually it's a creation from a friend of mine, who is ending exams today (lucky him)
-but i exercised it for not being sweet with physiology teachers!-

and well... i love tribute cds, many of them rock, it's nice to listen other bands -which probably you also know, and if not, here it is! now you discover another band, yipee!- playing little bit different, or listening the themes you know in other way...

L'etimologia de TREBALLAR:

s. XII; del ll. vg. *tripaliare 'torturar', der. de tripalium 'mena de
cep o instrument de tortura', comp. de tres 'tres' i palus 'pal', pels
elements que integraven l'instrument; la idea de patir tortura va
contaminar la de laborar o obrar, i en plasmà pejorativament l'esforç
que implica.

informació proporcionada per na Laia Noguera Clofent.

and yes! how to forget it!
today is the day of the Lletgisme!!!!!!!!!! and in 9 days it's going to be my favorite day... investigate about it if you want! i'm late!