http://www.threadless.com/ Fri, 01 Jun 2012 09:42:29 -0500 Tue, 05 May 2009 22:10:23 -0500 Sat, 21 Mar 2009 08:36:50 -0500 Flauto I.

Where to start? Well, I’d like to state this from the start, this blog is no intent of public exposure of the utter awesomeness of my writing skills, it is more of a “my head in writing” sort of experiment. Warning, my head is an odd place, some may call it Alice’s wonderland, others the one place the entire cast of Seinfeld comes together as one in an incoherent onslaught; such absolute lack of order will not be restrained, continue at your own risk.


Flauto II.


Not so long ago one of my best friends started a blog on extreme gaming, myself being its only proud follower (I expect as much lol), and although his life changing k/d ratio philosophies didn’t quite touch me, the mere “getting your thoughts on paper…html” initiative, did.


Not so long ago I was a culture geek, always had two books at hand (apart from university related material), one in the night stand, one in the throne; I carried a notebook in which all of my thoughts ended up in, be it in the form of drawings, random thoughts, and well, essay-ish or poetic writing; yet that is no more…long time passing. Be it due to the fact studying destroyed me creatively…or well, lack of studying, both being debatable, or simple laziness, I lost the writing hobby, and I guess this is an effort to be at peace with myself….publicly.


Oboi (I & II).


In an almost daily basis I write a friend (any), with a random thought, it could be a word, lyric, translated lyric (those tend to have amusing reactions), the point being I lack attention or surplus in time. Anywho, crazy or not, such RANDOMNESS is my gift to you, by petition, my first thought on life:


Corno inglese.


Super hero movies…love them, although my girlfriend thinks I’m nuts, I secretly wish with all my heart to be an xman…men….whatever. Moving on, the last Superman movie got on my nerves due to the extreme bullshit of it all (granted, its superman…fiction…but common!), first the bullet stopping eye, then the kid tossing a grand piano, and finally super-daddy throwing California into the sun!! The Cuba crisis could have had an entire different meaning with a bad-ass-er superdude around. The thing is, I blamed it on Hollywood and how it targeted this new generation of kids (I’m convinced will kill or eat us all).






This morning I was proved wrong, thanks to great Christmas specials. Superman movies have always sucked. Although I only saw the last few minutes of the film (I’m not sure which of the 5 films actually), after Lex monologued his entire plan, chained superman to kryptonite and threw him in a pool (I could actually go on on how wrong the plot elaborated), three events jaw dropped me:

-Superman travels back in time by flying like a motherfucker counterclockwise around the earth. Space/time continuum? Fuck that, just turn left.


-He holds California from breaking off the continent by lifting the San Andreas Fault (800 miles).


-Issue: A dam breaks, yes, possible flooding. Solution: reinvent engineering. Superdude throws some shit in the way of the colossal mass of water that’s about to fuck a city in the face. Guess what? Why build a dam if piled shit seals the deal?


Clarinetto I. In A.


Well, I don’t know how, I don’t know when, but something terrible is going to happen; something terrible being my next post. Thanks for reading.

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