Friday night. Again, I decided to welcome Saturday awake. Again, I didn't want to end the day even though I was so sleepy.
And I downloaded some Manu Chao songs. Me gustás tú, qué voy a hacer, je suis perdu. I had to have quite a lot of grass to keep on doing nothing but enjoying, like a rabbit lost on the big green fields.
sábado, 5 de febrero de 2005
jueves, 3 de febrero de 2005
Win Win (not a Chinese name)
Last night I wrote this:
"As some of you already know, last friday I decided to jump off the train while it was leaving the station, and thus consequently suffered quite a dramatic fall. At the beggining, it seemed like I broke my left arm and leg, but finally I stood up and here you have me: no injuries left, except for a deep pain next to my balls and a hand that hurts when I type too fast. The Fruitman survived his own stupidity, a remarkable step in each big (fruit)man's life.
PS In case you're wondering: there was no attempt to suicide behind my jump: quite ordinarily, it was just that I missed my station, and so I jumped to avoid getting off the train as a sane man, but a hundred miles away from my original destination...
PS There's a lot of philosphy about life in between this inocent written lines of text... "
Landiman replied with this:
"Guau.
There is lots of philosophy in all your writings. So, I guess the lesson of today is that no matter if you choose the wrong way, you can always jump off the train and the worries of having injuries fade, being just littel pains. Or it could be: better to jump in the station you know than going to the unknown paradise. Or better to jump knowing that you are going to fall, than being betrayed by the conductor of the train, after chasing you smoking hiden in the laydies toilet. Ouh, I see, you wanted us to jump alltogether from your train to end alone, enjoying your cigarrete in the driver cabitet and to toot one's horn. Bad friend."
And I re-replied this:
"actually, i didn't mean to go so deep, i guess... i see two main philosophical attemps on my post:
1) to survive to one's own stupidity is an important step forward
2) sometimes the rational way does not lead to the originally wanted end: ok, i don't jump so i don't hurt myself, yes, it is all so rational, cause you don't wanna kill yourself jumping off a running train... but fuck! that was not the point: the point, the original one, was TO GET TO WHERE YOU WERE GOING .... so ok, you won't get where you wanted just cause you are afraid of getting hurted? you just didn't get there because you were afraid of jumping before you miss your GOAL? i think i prefer the one that is able to overcome his fears, and jump off to grab his originally wanted goal..."
Net result: I win, you win.
"As some of you already know, last friday I decided to jump off the train while it was leaving the station, and thus consequently suffered quite a dramatic fall. At the beggining, it seemed like I broke my left arm and leg, but finally I stood up and here you have me: no injuries left, except for a deep pain next to my balls and a hand that hurts when I type too fast. The Fruitman survived his own stupidity, a remarkable step in each big (fruit)man's life.
PS In case you're wondering: there was no attempt to suicide behind my jump: quite ordinarily, it was just that I missed my station, and so I jumped to avoid getting off the train as a sane man, but a hundred miles away from my original destination...
PS There's a lot of philosphy about life in between this inocent written lines of text... "
Landiman replied with this:
"Guau.
There is lots of philosophy in all your writings. So, I guess the lesson of today is that no matter if you choose the wrong way, you can always jump off the train and the worries of having injuries fade, being just littel pains. Or it could be: better to jump in the station you know than going to the unknown paradise. Or better to jump knowing that you are going to fall, than being betrayed by the conductor of the train, after chasing you smoking hiden in the laydies toilet. Ouh, I see, you wanted us to jump alltogether from your train to end alone, enjoying your cigarrete in the driver cabitet and to toot one's horn. Bad friend."
And I re-replied this:
"actually, i didn't mean to go so deep, i guess... i see two main philosophical attemps on my post:
1) to survive to one's own stupidity is an important step forward
2) sometimes the rational way does not lead to the originally wanted end: ok, i don't jump so i don't hurt myself, yes, it is all so rational, cause you don't wanna kill yourself jumping off a running train... but fuck! that was not the point: the point, the original one, was TO GET TO WHERE YOU WERE GOING .... so ok, you won't get where you wanted just cause you are afraid of getting hurted? you just didn't get there because you were afraid of jumping before you miss your GOAL? i think i prefer the one that is able to overcome his fears, and jump off to grab his originally wanted goal..."
Net result: I win, you win.
miércoles, 2 de febrero de 2005
The smole of life
I write this some hours after learning that, starting from tomorrow (well, today), it is not allowed to smoke at any parts of a train (including the cafereria) in Spain. For those of you who live in America, this might not seem very remarkable. But in Spain, the land of vice and happiness, it is a big thing.
The way I see it right now (the green smoke already feeding my brain) there are two ways of approaching life. On LIFE A, people don't smoke. On LIFE B, people do smoke. Which one is better? Well, this is harder than deciding between McDonald's or Burger King (you know what I mean, jojo).
Again, I feel too tired to reason for and against A and B, so I retire to bed. Good night, I wish I could hug you all a little bit (including you, choche) before falling asleep.
PS This post was constructed such that, at least, jojo and choche leave a comment.
The way I see it right now (the green smoke already feeding my brain) there are two ways of approaching life. On LIFE A, people don't smoke. On LIFE B, people do smoke. Which one is better? Well, this is harder than deciding between McDonald's or Burger King (you know what I mean, jojo).
Again, I feel too tired to reason for and against A and B, so I retire to bed. Good night, I wish I could hug you all a little bit (including you, choche) before falling asleep.
PS This post was constructed such that, at least, jojo and choche leave a comment.
martes, 1 de febrero de 2005
It wasn't all that bad
As some of you already know, last friday I decided to jump off the train while it was leaving the station, and thus consequently suffered quite a dramatic fall. At the beggining, it seemed like I broke my left arm and leg, but finally I stood up and here you have me: no injuries left, except for a deep pain next to my balls and a hand that hurts when I type too fast. The Fruitman survived his own stupidity, a remarkable step in each big (fruit)man's life.
PS In case you're wondering: there was no attempt to suicide behind my jump: quite ordinarily, it was just that I missed my station, and so I jumped to avoid getting off the train as a sane man, but a hundred miles away from my original destination...
PS There's a lot of philosphy about life in between this inocent written lines of text...
PS In case you're wondering: there was no attempt to suicide behind my jump: quite ordinarily, it was just that I missed my station, and so I jumped to avoid getting off the train as a sane man, but a hundred miles away from my original destination...
PS There's a lot of philosphy about life in between this inocent written lines of text...
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