Well then! I really transpired this. I’m not even sure I could give it a second chapter, but Naty encouraged me to post it (as she always does with everything) anyway, so here it is.
If there’s anybody in the ether who happens to read this, let me tell you that I’d really appreciate any comments you may have. I’m having a hard time with punctuation because I’m completely amateur at writing. Also, English is not my first language so there must be a lot of mistakes or awkwardness, specially when I’m trying to sound casual. Any suggestions for a follow up will be very welcomed too.
I tried to imagine how it would be like if somebody in the Universe would catalogue humans. Using any human language or even numbers would be silly; so I tried to insert a DNA molecule picture; but I honestly couldn’t put it horizontally. Earth location is another issue. How can it be coordinated from outer space when the Sun is just an insignificant star among billions? I’d appreciate any suggestions on these too.
Finally, I hope you enjoy it in spite of everything else. 😉
I thought that reading his works again after so many years wouldn’t be so exciting as it was in my teenage years; I was wrong. The best way I can describe how I feel towards him is this. One Summer my uncle paid us a visit. We have never had much in common, but as soon as he arrived he told me with a heavy heart: “Have you heard? Asimov died.” I answered I had and then we both stayed in deep silence mourning the losing of a dear friend.
I love this movie too. It’s so… wise.
I simply love this movie! If you haven’t watched it yet, go ahead and fill in the commentaries by yourselves. Guess who my favourite characters are?!
Music is a huge part of me. I don’t only like it, or listen to it, or sing it. Let’s say I take it in like breathing. If I were to include all the music that makes my world I could never end typing, but I think I can include four pieces that produce a very special effect on me. Every time I listen to them (and it can be on the bus or at a store for example), I forget myself and everything else around. It’s like connecting with the music at its primal level: sound waves vibrating in a kind of harmony that suits my own wave vibrations; kind of recognizing magnetic peers.
Simple Red – Freedom.
When I listen to it, it doesn’t seem appealing to be on stage being adored by 100,000 people; but rather giving your back to the crowd, making a circle with the musicians sharing some kind of tribal trance.
Seal – Crazy.
It just shoots my to the Universe. I guess if the Voyager 1 had chosen a song to listen to while it travels the space, it would have been this.
Soda Stereo – En la Ciudad de la Furia.
Company of my darkest hours. It has the perfect mix of stength, sadness, sensuality, and determination. I chose a live performance because I wish the chants of the crowd will help Ceratti keep his track in this long trip he’s taken to the unknown.
U2 – Numb.
This song just de-constructs me. It’s as if all the pieces of myself would disengage and stay suspended, each vibrating with one distinctive sound of the melody. Each sound may sound discordant by itself, but all together, they produce an interesting harmony. It also makes me think of the “second in command”. We usually are aware of the leading roles; what a waste of opportunity!
endless editing job (like right now when I’m doubting whether it is job or work)!
First of all, thanks to Nati who built this all up for me and now is monitoring my first steps in this new world. I’m trying to add titles and tags to everything from now on.
Secondly, thanks to Diego Pazos who has all The Matrix saga lines right and gave me the correct ending of Agent Smith’s speech.
Thirdly, to compensate my foreign language handicaps, I’ll post something in Spanish now and then starting with Nati’s favourite. This, I think, won’t have so many mistakes… but who knows!