Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

My butt is cold. It really is. I must have been sitting here for hours now. I hate sitting on the ground, where get my pants dusty and dirty. I am not even doing anything worth doing. I am just sitting; legs crossed, with my chin resting in my hands. The sun is no longer warming me overhead, but it is sitting on the western mountains on the horizon. If I stay here any longer, my butt wont be the only thing that is cold. I am not even going to bother turning around again. I have looked behind me at least twenty times today, and nothing has changed. I know that there is a straight road that leads back to where I started. Where did I start? I can't really remember, but I don't feel like going back there anyway. It isnt like I can go back. I must continue forward, but... This crossroads has me paralyzed. Yes, the crossroads is depressing the hell out of me. There are at least five roads in front of me, and none of them are straight. Actually, it looks like many of them are winding....

Someone sent me one of those emails where you are supposed to talk about yourself or whatever... I didnt feel like sending one out to everyone, but I guess I will answer some of the questions here.... 1. What time is it? 3:48pm 3. Nickname(s): Spaniard, Spain, "Spainy", Powerhouse,"the hair"... people up here love the whole nickname thing.... 4. Number of candles on your last birthday cake: 20 6. Hair color: dark blonde, or as we call it in the hairstyle buisness "Dusty and boring" 7. Piercing: eyebrow 9. How do you like your job? Being an RA is cool, but it is not really a job, because real jobs are supposed to PAY you decent wages.... 10. Home town: Ciudad Real, Castilla-La Mancha, Spain. 11. Current Residence: Wenham MA, home of Gordon College. 12. Favorite Food(s): Meat. Seafood. Spanish food. Italian. OK, basically anything that contains some piece of dead animal. 13. Been to Africa? Only morrocco, I still have to go to mozambique with Kenny. 14. Bee...

"This Guy rocks" . You want some tough action. This icelandic man is friggin cool

Now I just got this email from an old friend in a Jazz/Funk band that I used to be in. He says that him and his friends (who are still in the band) have gotten a manager and are getting ready to record. They are writing new songs, and are practicing like crazy for the recording sometime in January. They all sat down and talked seriously yesterday. They all decided to call me back to spain to be the lead singer. Geez, I would so love to...but promises hold me here. I have committed to being an RA for a year. And I promised my mom that I would finish college (she knows me too well, if I hadnt made that promise... I might never finish,haha). They even put: "We love you" at the end of the email. How do you like that for emotional manipulation....

Geez, right when you think your life is figured out, fate throws you a curveball. When I arrived at college, I was planning on graduating from Gordon with a Communications Degree, and a focus on film. My advisor, who is the head of the media departament, seemed cool. She used to be involved in the film world, and I was happy. I was planning on buying a digital videocamera, and going to film school next summer. Then by the time I graduated, I would have had practical film instruction, and theoretical teaching as well. Well, several things happened. One was that at Gordon the filmaking classes got cancelled because they lost the funding for a film program. Great. That stinks. But then when my chances of getting a film school experience got squelched earlier this week... It left me wondering what I was going to do. As I told you, about a week ago or so, I did a personality test, which made me reflect on the way I am how I think and what I love. I am the kind of guy who likes to sit in his...

Last year in class, we were talking about the way we classify music. We have levels of beauty and perfection. Why is one piece of music considered sublime, and another, even if similar style and form, is considered mediocre and not as beautiful. And yet, we can get a piece of african drumming and also have to admit its beauty. Where is the beauty? What makes the piece beautiful. What path leads to absolute beauty? Our western mindset has set absolute beauty set up as an intangible mold which we, as artists, are always striving to fill. We think that if we fill the box which is "absolute beauty", and meet its requirements, we will make a masterpiece. My view is oposite though. I believe beauty is all around us, and in our creations. We dont attain absolute beauty by filling the mold. We attain absolute beauty by creating the mold in which beauty, as an intangible essence, is to fill. Beauty is not rigid. If so, then both a rembrant and a pollock, or a mozart and a native ameri...

This morning I got up early and went for a walk. It was nice, except that it was really cold. I almost had a confiding when I stepped outside and everything was white. I was relieved to find out that it wasn't snow, but it was ice and frost all over everything. Yesterday I heard that they got snow up in Acadia (in Maine). They have mountains and stuff, and it IS quite a bit north of here but still... Winter is coming. On another note, last week we did the Myers Briggs personality test with the rest of the RA staff. It was interesting, I did it in high school (3 years ago) and I was an ENTP (extroverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Perceiving). This time I was INFP (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, perceiving). I took it again a couple of days ago, to see if it was a fluke, but I got INFP again. I guess personalities change huh? I definitely notice that I am not the same person I was a year ago, much less 3 years ago. I am a better person now I hope. Keirsey, a psychoanalyst describes the ...

How is everything today my new readers? Welcome to the insane asylum of thoughts, the badlands of ideas... in essence, welcome to a little reflection of my mind. The other day we had a massive wind blow through this area. I don't know where it came from, or where it went, but for one day it rocked the north shore of Massachusetts to its very marrow. The air was cool, but the wind gave it a biting edge. Even though the sky was fairly clear, everyone was indoors. Outside, everything was in motion. The trees were bent and swaying, and the grass was undulating and the gusts of air sped over the surface or the green lawns. In the heavens, the clouds were soaring through the sky, creating shadows that made shadows and shapes on the ground beneath it. I was slightly sad to see that the colored autumn leaves, which I had waited so long to see, were getting pulled off their branches and blown away. The leaves were not the only thing to get blown away. The pine needles lay all around the gia...

I dont know why but, I have been getting into poetry these past few weeks. I have really enjoyed reading it on my own. I need to memorize more poems. I think that it would be really great to have more poems committed to memory. Right now I am working on short ones that sort of go with themes that I like (nature, autumn, change, etc). I memorized Juan Ramón Jimenez's "Octubre" and today I am working on Robert Frost's "Acquainted with the night": I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-by; And further still at an unearthly height One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither...

My apologies for all of you who read my blog like if it was their daily bread. I sort of forgot to update it for a while. Anyway, at least now I have something to talk about. Last night I went to the Switchfoot concert here in Boston. It was at Axis, a nightclub where I have been clubbing a couple of times, and where five Iron Frenzy played in september. Weird, the 3 bands that I have always wanted to see perfom the most are all playing in boston in a 3 month period (FIF, Switchfoot and Simon and Garfunkel).If it is possible, I think that this show was even more packed with people than the FIF show. Musically, this show was very good. The opening bands were tight. The first band, named "sleeping at last," was almost original, buuuuut, no. The bass player was basically doing everything that U2's bass player did. Drummer... brit space rock, with a more american feel (D&B complexity replaced with slightly more raw power). The singer tried for a coldplay, muse, radiohead ...

Sometimes you are feeling a little down and you dont know why. I was feeling a little discouraged this week, like I wasn't living up to what I was supposed to be doing. Like I was wandering aimlessly around, amidst confusion and trials, without purpose. I was discouraged, and a little bitter. Today I got the extra boost I needed. This morning I read the end of the book of Job, where God confronts Job for presuming he was wise and for questioning the ways of the Lord. It was a big encouragement, just admitting that as Men we don't know the plans of God, and that he doesn't owe us any explanations. We shouldn't forget our place. As Steven Curtis Chapman put it: "God is God and I am not." The fact that I don't understand what the heck is going on, or where I am going, should not be a cause of despair; rather it should be a cause of humility and faith building, where one is forced to admit that he cannot do it alone and only God is the one that is in charge. ...

There is this guy on my floor named Luke. He is quiet and very nerdy. I think he is a math major. He slouches and doesnt speak much to people. He doesn't come to any floor events either. I just thought that he was an antisocial math type person. It turns out the he IS. But he is also so much more. I heard him speaking on the phone the other day. He was pacing up and down the hall speaking on a cordless phone. I am not sure who he was talking about, but the topic of conversation was quantum mechanics. Though my knowlege on the subject is elementary at best, he was right on the money, and he was trying to reason with who ever he was talking to, doing his best to explain a theory (it was the cat with the poison in the closed box one...). He was passionate about it, articulating every explanation as if it was the key to life itself. Suddenly a man who is normally as animated as a sponge was filled with vivacity. I was impressed. Hearing him speak revealed that he is a very smart guy. ...

Well guys, I have finally done it. I have made a name for myself in the corporate international world of web writing. Elliot.org is a website and travel corporation that frecuently writes articles rating everything from "Airlines with the worse food" to "best luggage available", recently I saw that they were asking readers about the worse international airports. I wrote in about a couple of them, and one of them got mentioned, C de Gaulle. It was among the 5 worst international airports . But the cool part is that they included a quote of mine. Check it out. I had actually forgoten that I wrote in, until a friend of mine saw my name while surfing the net. Pretty sweet huh?