Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

It isn't every day that you walk into a train station full of zombies, unfortunately. But last Saturday I did. Absentmindedly, lost in my own thoughts, hidden between the musical comfort of my earphones, I pushed open the door to the North Station. As usual, I was assailed by the station's usual public-restroom acrid smell as I walked down the hallway. The station had its usual crowd: businessmen, bums, scruffy students, and those shady people who hang out in public places for no apparent reason. I walked past a businessman in a suit, an old lady in a purple fleece sweatshirt, a homeless looking man in blood soaked rags... wait, what? Double take. He had scars across his face, purple bruises under his eyes, white pasty skin, and a trail of bloody gore from his mouth and down the front of his shirt. Had my long awaited zombie apocalypse finally begun? Did this mean that I didn't need to finish my masters? No, wait a second, what was that? A vampire? Zeus? a convict? And some...

The trees have finally done it. The cold snap we've had in Boston over the past week has finally kicked autumn into high gear. My walk to the bus, which was once dreary, is now painted in the kinds of shades that we come to expect from a fire, not a tree. My best friend in high school came to visit me last week to catch a glimpse of the trees. It's a shame he didn't come a week later, because the hillsides are ablaze with fall now. It is odd to meet up with old friends. Charles is now married, has a child and one on the way, and has a good paying job in the field he was trained in. On the other hand, I am still in school, working part time at a job that doesn't particularly excite me or pay me that well. Looking at all the other friends I have around the world, I can see that age matters very little in determining where you are in life. I have friends who's situation resembles that of Charles, and others who are still in phases that I feel like I left behind a long ...

Street strolling home, another long day was coming to a close and the sun had long gone home before me. The early autumn cold stung my cheeks in the dark. The wind tossed the branches back and forth in front of the streetlights, shifting the light and shadows on the brick buildings nearby. My shoulders sagged under the weight that only a city can place on someone who is going home to an empty house after a long day of work in a crowded town. Long days give way to even longer trips back to bed. I dragged my feet across the cracked city sidewalks; gravel and smashed acorns ground together as I walked the long stretch towards the bus that would take me home. "You good?" It took a few seconds to realize that someone was talking to me, and by the time I turned he was leaving, perhaps he was thinking that I had ignored him, but in all likelihood not meaning to stop anyway. I took off an earphone and watched him for a second. It was hard to make out the shaggy haired man as he wal...

Wedding bells are in the air. It makes sense. Bells have to be in the air in order to make sound. If they were on the ground then they wouldn't be able to vibrate and create those wonderfully rich tones. If wedding bells are , say, in the dirt , then they just clank like someone hitting a train rail with a hubcap. And that won't do. Unless it is a hobo wedding in the 30s, then it might be acceptable. Everyone could rattle on empty bean cans to request speeches or clamor for kisses. But I'm not a hobo. If I were, I certainly wouldn't have made it alive to 26. It is strange, I have officially known that I was going to get married since June; and unofficially for longer still. I mean, I knew that Jessica was the girl for me pretty soon after we started dating. Don't ask how, I just did. But even so, the fact that I was going to get married didn't really sink in until this past weekend when I went to visit her in Kansas. Jessica was going to be the Maid of Honor ...

"Autumn is coming" the breeze says in its crisp, cool whisper. Then, after leaving my earlobes chilly from its breath, it floats past me and into the trees, where it tries to tug the leaves off of the branches. "Not yet, my friend," I tell it. "Those leaves are still too green for you." The breeze just shrugs and floats away, distracted, playing lazily in the warm sunlight. It knows that it is just a matter of time. The trees may be green, but they are fraying red at the edges. A dry summer usually means a dull Fall; so perhaps this past Summer, with its disappointingly cool days, will reward us with a brilliant Autumn. I certainly hope so. I remember the last Fall that I was here, four years ago. I thought that it would be the last New England Autumn that I would ever get to enjoy. I still remember putting on my jacket and scarf and heading to the woods behind my old college to take a walk. It was later in the season than it is now, and the forest was b...

I have returned to Boston. Back to a city that I thought I knew well, but has turned out to be little more than a familiar stranger to me. For a suburban college student, Boston was merely an outlet for entertainment. Now my brain fumbles with familiar sounding street names and neighborhoods, unable to place longstanding landmarks like Kenmore, but easily recalling the names of now defunct nightclubs like the Avalon. I'm facing the crude reality of life in the city now. Dodging traffic, wrangling subways and buses, and trying not to spend money... in theory it should be familiar territory from when I lived in Madrid, but it all seems just different enough to be disconcerting. It is often harder to deal with new things that have a scent of familiarity than with those that are completely foreign because you expect things to work a certain way. I get more annoyed with the subtle differences of the trains than I would if they were rickshaws or walruses. You would think that this pl...

OK. Its been a while. I'll admit that. I had pretty much given up on blogging, since all my friends had seemed to do the same, and part of the appeal of blogging is the communal factor. I think facebook and other networking websites have killed the newsletter/rant appeal of personal blogs. Nevertheless, It seems that I have been most prolific at blogging when I have had something to procrastinate from, when I have been busy and reading. It seems that most of those requirements are fulfilled in being a student... So, rather predictably, when Grad School started up I found myself with the impulse to write again. So, yeah. the past few months have been packed with news that I haven't included here. So lets summarize in order to provide context to subsequent posts: -I got engaged to the greatest girl in the world in June. We met at a thanksgiving party 2 years ago. The rest is history. -I got accepted to Grad school to do a masters in English literature at Simmons College in ...

I've been working at the school for about 2 months now, and so far so good. Despite what the sarcasm of my previous post may have implied, I actually like my job. Working with children is a new experience for me. I have taught adults and teenagers, but this is the first time I have ever worked with kids this young. I teach 6 year olds, first graders. After a few months, I have gotten to know them a bit and begin to appreciate them as little people. It is amazing how adult they can be, even as young as they are. You can already tell which ones are going to be popular, which ones are going to be the lame-Os. Some little girls are already quite catty with each other, some boys are clearly going to be jocks. You have the artsy kids, the class clowns, the nice guys, etc... Working in my school you see some sad cases too. I work the in the neighborhood with the highest illiteracy rate in the city and famous for having lot of marginal groups such as gypsies. It is a low income area and ...

Apparently, children are the future of the world. Let me tell you, the future is in trouble. I've been working with my First Grade classes for about a month now and I can assure you: If global warming doesn't send herds of angry polar bears our way to kill us, these children will first. They look cute eh? Just mulling around the classroom, doing their work, fingerpainting and whatsnot. Right? Wrong. These kids suck at fingerpainting. Maybe it is because they spend all their time trying to plan world domination. I mean, these kids are real degenerates. Look what they did to the poster of the kitty hanging in their class: It is the kind of thing they find when they go into the psychopath's basement... 36 editions of Catcher in the Rye, a box full of hair, prophetic messages written on the wall in poop... and a picture of a kitten with thumbtacks in the eyes. Yes, these kids are too busy coming up with violence to really do anything useful. Just take a look at their art (click...

The man, the god, the legend, Brian Heiss made a list of top 25 albums of his life. These are the albums that have marked me. I couldn't whittle them down from 30. They are in, more or less, chronological order starting from about 6th Grade until this year, the time I really started getting into Pop music. They aren't the best albums I own, or even my favorites. But they are an honest representation of what has played a big part of my musical life throughout time. If I made a list of favorite albums, it would be different, though many artists and albums would undoubtedly overlap. 1) Greatest hits, Simon and Garfunkel 2) Take me to your leader, Newsboys 3) August and Everything After, Counting Crows 4) MTV Unplugged in New York, Nirvana 5) What's the Story Morning Glory, Oasis 6) Life in General, MxPx 7) Our newest album ever, Five Iron Frenzy 8) Legend of Chin, Switchfoot 9) Mezzamorphis, delirious 10) Fashion Focus, Starflyer 59 11) Origins of Symmetry, Muse 12) Starin...

25 random things about me 1) Sometimes I play a game where I try to do normal things as if I one of my arms had been blown off in a war. Cooking, cleaning, opening things... they become much more interesting with one arm. 2) So far, Spain is the only country I've lived in where I dont get made fun of for eating so much mayonnaise. French fries, green beans, sandwiches, potatoes... its all better with mayo. Spaniards agree, though I think many other europeans would also stand by my side on this issue. 3) I have odd vocabulary in English. Sometimes people interpret my use of large SAT sounding words as either a sign of pretentiousness or intelligence. Mostly it is because I grew up transliterating words from spanish into english and vice versa. To say that "water is potable" or to talk about "quotidian things" sounds normal to me. It wasnt until I went to College in the US that I realized that I sounded weird. 4) After years, I have begrudgingly come to accept tha...

- A little girl comes up to me crying, "tell them to stop calling me assassin," as two little boys run after her chanting "assassin" in a sing-song voice. I think that it doesn't matter what you call kids, as long as you chant it in that voice. -We were reading a story about a troll and a kid pipes up, "not the troll again! he reminds me of my dad: big, ugly, and hairy!" -The same kid later on piped up when the we were explaining healthy and non healthy foods. The teacher explained that some foods will make you fatter than others, though some people were just naturally shaped a certain way. The boy says "I don't know which one my mom is, but she's huge." -"I saw it first" said one boy "I saw it before you" said another "well I saw it a million years ago, before the dinosaurs" "well I saw it before the world existed" "I saw it before God existed!" This then unleashed a theological conv...

It wasnt but a couple weeks ago when I was jobless, homeless and penniless. Time certainly plays a funny game. As I mentioned weeks ago, I had spent the previous 4 months looking for work, and hadn't found anything. My translation work dried up. And my savings disappeared as I paid off rent, food, and basic living expenses. So in desperation, I moved in with my mom again. This raised another problem though, as I needed to find someone to replace me in the old apartment to replace me. Last week, it all came together. I finally found someone to take my place in my apartment, relieving me of all the responsibilities that were still on me. My translation boss/client suddenly called up this week, after 4 months, with all sorts of projects for me to do. And best of all, I have a permanent job, at least up until june. I have taken up a job as an auxiliary english teacher. About 5 years ago, the Spanish government started setting up bilingual public schools. Not all public schools are bil...

Gale force winds all over spain. Outside, the leaves are swirling around madly. The window shutters rattled all through the night, keeping me in a state of restless sleep once again. My dreams have been as wild as the weather lately. Sure, part of it can be chalked up to the noisy nights I try to sleep through, but my mind has been ill at ease for a while now anyway. A lot has changed since before christmas. And yet, a lot has stayed the same. I am still jobless . And now I am also penniless. The little money I had in the bank has been devoured by basic living costs like rent and food. Because of this, I have been forced to move back in with my mom. Yeah, I'm now a 25 year old guy living with his mother. Fortunately, it is the traditional spanish thing to do, so I am not as lame as I feel. And besides, this is all temporary. I feel a bit like one of those leaves I see outside the window, tossed back and forth, dizzy and disoriented. But I must admit that being caught up in a whirl...