Showing posts with label Amazon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amazon. Show all posts

Dec 27, 2011

Blogging starts first with reading my favorite bloggers and secretly yearning for the day I can read them also on my Kindle. Kindle. The word reminds me a story I heard from the Pagan Podcaster Fire Lyte, known by his podcast Inciting a Riot, as well as the podcast he co-hosts with the lovely Velma Nightshade, Inciting a Brewhaha. Fire Lyte said that he read somewhere that in the time of the Holy Inquisition, homosexual people were burned at the pyre with the witches, however that they were used to kindle the fire, not to be burn by themselves, and they tied them in fags, thus the term "fag" to refer to them - in a peyorative manner. Perhaps I'm insensitive - after all I'm heterosexual and Christian - but I keep rolling this idea over and over, trying to figure out the actual content of this information. Can people actually be used to kindle fire? For a pyre? Maybe I need to see to believe, but it does sound a little bit too much of a stretch of reality for me to believe it.

Part of the Holidays are over and only the last one remains, along with just a few days of the year and a few days of my vacations. I yearned for this break - I really did - but as things are, I don't mind getting back to work on Monday. A few days scrapped up for mandatory rest, and now that I'm not spending every single one of them - and others I can add to them - to fly to my beloved, frozen Europe, the days are... not particularly meaningful. Mean thing to say, I know, specially when my boyfriend is here and I don't have to wake up early and every morning we can stretch and roll around between the sheets yawing and enjoying either the iddle laying or the more active kind of pleasure. I have him, here, with me, in my days, so somehow the physical closeness, the physical togetherness isn't something so desperately cherished. Do I get my meaning through?

It's cool, though, to mash together the daily routines, the driving, pulling in more routinely conversations about the color of the kitchen, or how shall we manage with the closet space and what should be the first things that need to be taken care of, and even starting to work a long term plan about saving to get eventually a bigger place in the district I want (I'm so not moving from that subject!), because truth to be told, a small income from the rental could be much appreciated for other plans, and to get an extra margin for little indulgements and luxuries I love so much.

A cycle is slowly coming to an end with the turning fo the wheel of the year. Many things have changed and many cycles have been completed in this time. I've tasted into the waters of religion and phylosophy, and discovered things that tug my mind in directions that arrest my attention easily. I've also realized, after much time, that my writing should be rekindled, that the stories played over and over in my head are not enough, but that my skills should be put to practice, the word exercised and restrenghtened. As I stumbled upon my old writings I stood there paralized, almost scared at the skills I once had - the potential of what I could have achieved - and yet I let it all wilter so easily. It goes also to drawing. Perhaps I should try my hand once again at that, just practice and try to draw the things that have crossed my mind.

Unlike planned, I skipped the celebrating of a Pagan holiday: Yule, but also of a Christian celebration I have never kept so far: Advent. Maybe I'll have more knowledge and pay more attention in th next cycle of my life to keep the markers of these celebrations. I wouldn't make it a New Year's promise, as though I've tried, those bear not much meaning for me, but I'd like to make it a proposal for the new cycle of my life: make this new phase more life-aware, and that's own of the things these celebrations give to it. Of Advent I do not know much - therefore have no idea how to interpret it either  - and of Yule I know it's the day when the Sun is born and the powers of day and night, dark and light are shifted again. The contemplative times are to be slowly set aside, and ease back into the active, working days. From the side of Christianity, with the birth of Jesus, we see the birth of Hope, Faith and Light, and with Yule, we see the preparation towards hard work.

As balance tips again, it becomes time to prepare for the work to come, so kindle the lands back from the iced embroidery of meditation, work it, masage it back to fertility and prepare it, work it, sow it with our effort to see in the months to come, in the stages and seasons of our cycle, our efforts and work to blossom and bloom and ripe to harvest. There is a routine, but not because of that there's no change in it. Not because of that there's stagnation.

Is change needed no matter what, as today's "enterpreneur gurus" want to make us believe? Or is it okay to say "if it ain't broken, don't fix it". Nature certainly doesn't go around reengineering itself time and again, deciding that mammals will not hatch from eggs, and plant will give birth to their sprouts. Apple trees are not requested to produce now both tomatoes and jam, nor cows are expected to produce flavored milk and orange juice.

When is change needed? When does the monkey turns man? When it naturally happens so, but meanwhile, there is change. Nature works constantly in cycles, from birth to death, from the dropping of the leaves and the winter slumber to the lustful blossoming and the pregnant harvest. Follow nature, follow Mother Earth, your very humanity and you shall find out that there's no space for iddle stagnation nor discomfort, unless you are trying to escape from the natural flow and yearn for what's not out there to be taken and transformed. Change that comes with destruction or change that comes with construction? In this new cycle, I wish to open my soul, my skills, my spirit to this meditation, and so, as the Sun has been born, and the Lord has been born, the fruits of meditation, the blueprints of future, shall be worked upon to make them happen, rekindling the warmth to make that generous, giving Mother Earth receptive to our seed.

May 30, 2008

Tropic of Cancer

07:24 hours. I came to the office, put my things down, washed my "Arte Venezolano del Siglo XX" mug and started started the primal programs in my computer. Microsoft Outlook, Windows Media (to listen to some online radio), Internet and opened my work as well. Sophie West keeps sending me invitations to participate in a "Dark Fibre" convention, to which I evidently won't go because a) what the fuck do I have to do with fibre, and b) because my superiors are so wrapped in the concept of "trip" they don't care about the content or importance of the seminar, only the fact that it is "outside the country" and so they rather go themselves. Sad but true. Have no idea who this Sophie person is, or where did she get my address and thinks that I'd be interested in fibre, so I keep erasing her e-mails. Kinda sad, I guess, that there's people trying to "fish" interested parties to events such as this, and in this way. It's kind of like throwing a party and screaming in the street: "someone please come to my birthday party!". Wonder if they have me listed for the time I was researching on mobile data globally, or when I was doing the Roaming research.

Oh well, I poured myself a mug-full of coke and started with my daily "fill up". E-mails, newspapers... CNN's headlines talk about a new tribe discovered in the Amazonas (great! May we offer them 3G mobile services with great coverage and e-mail accounts, websites so they can sell their work to the outside world online?). What may be life like cutted out from this world? Deep in the jungle, not knowing about gas and gas prices, young men and women aimlessly diying in a war staged for the profit of a few, AIDS eating away continents, thousands of people dying for natural phenomenons, and all sprinkles over with "Sex and the City", the movie. My Haiko Pet, Locky, got a bowler hat from a friend... and they I, for some unknown reason, checked on Amazon. Once there, I was caught by a recommendation of "Tropic of Capricorn" by Henry Miller, whom I've started to like due to what I read of him in Anais Nin's journal. I decided to check out the other too, "Tropic of Cancer" and ading them into my cart (which is already $100 heavy). I went to check out the comments, and was kinda surprised to see one star ratings. What the fuck, I decided to read some of those comments. When it's a gay book, or some modern book, I pay close attention to these ratings because there you know what can you hate from the book, and so decide whether it worths to buy it or not. (I must admit, sometimes those one-star comments have sold me the book. when I'm seeking for fluff and sexy, someone commenting to some book with a title like "Horny Boys Get it Going" that "it's just sex, sex, sex and no plot at all. Disgusting sex, extremely graphic and long. I wanted to read a story, not a compiling of the cut out scenes of the gay Kama Sutra"... need I say more?)

Henry Miller is a classic of the XX century, so who could think little of him? Well, not everybody likes him. The main thing going on about this book was that it was an egotrip of a jerk, a chovinist pig, who uses his book to go on a misogynistic rampage, talking only about himself, dosing graphic sex freely and thinking he's much like Rimbauld. Now, as far as I understand, both "Tropic of Cancer" and "Tropic of Capricorn" are "portraits if June Edith Miller, Henry Miller's second wife. he was having a very unpretty moment in his marriage when he was writing both those books, so yeah, it might have come out cutting. These books show th mind of the author and I believe it is brave of him to expose even his unpretty side, things that might be criticized by others (like it has happened). So he hates women. So what? I dislike a lot of people based on prejudices, but hey! that's me. The right of living is not deceded upon what I think or not. Misogynism do not disappear by not mentioning it, just like antisemitism do not go away by banning its public expression. Actually, things outspoken, placed in the open are easier to fight, because it becomes easier to target the problem and maybe even find the root of it. Work it, do not repres it. Then again, the man is dead, what are you gonna do about that?

I believe that book, just like Anais Nin's "House of Incest" is meant to me read seeing it as an expression of someone's mind, inner self and inner world. This is what goes inside people. I know you want us all to be pure and righteous, and pretty, and proper, delicate and polite and gentle, gathered, composed and all that crap, but even if the surface is so, the core is murky, dark and free, ugly and human. Unleashed and infested. This is a glimpse to who some are inside. Learn not to judge because that's your disgusting, maggot infested wound.

There was, however, one one-star comment that left me perplexed. The person was warning everybody that the book wasn't a GEOGRAPHY book and that it had nothing to do with the actual Tropic of Cancer. He has no idea who his fella is (Henry Miller), but better be warned: NO GEOGRAPHY! Please, try not to laught. My eyes are wide as I press my lips together to keep from bursting so loud the building would tremble. I only have one question: "who buys a book withouth reading at least the back cover?" On Internet yo can read what the publisher has to say. Didn't that give ya a tip? Perhaps we should warn this reader that "White Fang" by this fella, Jack London, isn't about orthodoncy. You know, just in case he finds the story of wolves slightly disturbing. Oh, and "Crime and Punishment" isn't a book of Law. Maybe we should also tell him that "The Capital" is not a guide to invest either... though you might be able to make some money with the practices depicted there somewhere where slavery ain't that "ilegal" or controlled.