Archive for March, 2009

flying anvil

Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

The flying anvil made it to boston yesterday. After several talks with the airport employees and the security people i checked in the anvil. The employees thought i was in austin for a rodeo that was going on during the weekend and that i was fixing horseshoes. I told them that was the case. No problems were reported during the flight. However the bag where the anvil was traveling suffered a little injury in one of the sides. It seems like at some point somebody dropped the bag and caused a little hole on the side.

castells + chomsky

Thursday, March 19th, 2009

attending a seminar about politics and power taught by manuel castells, and then jumping into a talk by noam chomsky on participatory democracy are those sort of things that i will definitely miss from mit. having powerful thinkers around you is inspirational. you can learn a lot from listen to this great professors. the lessons of today are quite provocative. while castells introduced me to the theory of affective intelligence, chomsky confirmed the obsolescence of markets and wage labor. the field of affective intelligence is a crossover, a border, between neuroscience and political psicology. in a nutshell, it is a research and methodology that has identified and proved how the brains of the people and ther bodies are manipulated by the media environment. the social systems works sending signals to peoples brains. those signal produce emotions, those emotions make feelings, and those feelings make reasoning. that is the change. the interesting thing of the signals that are transmitted to people brains is that the primal feeling of pain, when is created among citizens makes them less critical, more inclined to vote for war policies, and stop recording information. fear is related to anger and it has a sort of negative thing going on. conversely, positive emotions, such as pleaseure, induce critical thinking, careful information processing and gathering, and encourages learning processes. listen to this catalan professor, on of the major sociologist of our times, made me think in my country and its history of wars and violence and terror. and specially in the figure of the president uribe, a tropical dictator as the ones that gabo portrayed in his books. but maybe even worst.
it is interesting to see how critical thinking and learning processes are connecting to the signals that the citizen gets from the media environment. it is also sad because when one analyses the colombian scenario, there is not much hope. just ignorance and fear. listening to chomsky and his point about how isolation is what makes people be under opresion created a kind of crossover. it is fear a mechanism to have people issolated, to avoid talking to each other, it is fear what prevent people to organize themselves in groups, organizations. it is the fear what also creates racism. colombia is perhaps one of the places where the society has more fear inside. that is also one of the reasons of the violence of this country. it is very sad. everytime i think of it i discover how spoiled it is. all the actors are totally degenerated: militars, police, paramilitars,guerrillas. but they are creating more fear, and keepping all the people inside the stupid loop of the war. an infinite loop. very sad. that is one of the reasons i try to not speak to much about that. but maybe is also because i have fear as a colombian. fear sucks. and also that is one of the reasons i am now not in my homeland. fear does not make you free. and freedom is the essence of life. what keeps our rhythms going.

missing the frozen river

Tuesday, March 17th, 2009

did i say before i didnt like thee cold weather? did i ever mention the allergic reaction i got to the temperatures below zero? did i say how sensitive was my health during the first year in new england? true, the weather is very cold here in cambridge and boston. and as a matter of fact i am allergic to the cold. if i am not covering with layers and scarfs i get a cold very easy. for instance, if i go out during the night without proper layers of colothing, next day my throat hearts, is dry, and makes me cough. so i have to be very careful always with these freezer temperatures. i dont even like them. they are not pleasant at all. and here, in the middle of the white snowy world i re-discovered how much i am a tropical animal.
however, i gotta say, honestly, now that the snow has melt, that i miss the frozen charles. the river transformation into a carpet, into a block of ice, white and cold as ice in a bucket. the frozen river is an amazing screen for sunsets and dawns, and when it was in the process of breaking it created marvellous patterns of broken pieces of ice. as broken pieces of a mirror. ice blocks very textured and with fantastic reflective capabilities. beautilful screens and containers of sun light. i loved them, and i will miss those landscapes. the shore of the charles near to boston, right next to the salt and pepper bridge is a great spot for contemplating and taking pictures and films of this phenomena. your scale with change after some minutes of looking through the broken blocks of eyes and the white surface that extends through the east.

important to notice my project of droping an anvil in the frozen river during future winters. i am very curious about the sound it will create. must be at night, very quite. maybe around 4am.

snow is gone

Saturday, March 14th, 2009

the landscape has changed. no more snow ins the streets. in the trees. in the sidewalks. i have started to walk with different shoes. no more winter boots. special shoes with anti-water resistance. say, water resistance materials. also with anti-slippery soil. caution. for avoiding slapstick scenes. the branches of the trees have started to get very tectured. smalls buds have started to grow in those naked arms. shadows on the ground continue to be very romantic, very sharp and gotik. gusts of wind heat everything these days, making noises and rhythms. there are stills little gray and black and white mountains in certain corners, but they are all in final conditions of melting. they are not even made of snow, mostly just rubbish. detritus. dust. dirty waters. lefts. garbage.

blizzards, tickles, and moon

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

last sunday night was pretty intense. first a great flamenco show at kresge auditorium performed by chuscales and his team of percusionist, vocalists, and dancers. being in the first row was certainly a privilege and inspirational. a lesson on many levels: dance, palms, voice, and guitar fingering.
the weather was kind of harsh and cold as it used to be around new england by this time of the year. snowing the whole day. however, was also beuatiful in a sense. the snowflakes were different than the ones that were falling before during the winter months. in the morning i met with amy and edu at the beisbol field in front of my house. the snow was falling constantly as tiny tiny particles of dust. it was kind of unconfortable to wait for them outside but when they arrived amy shoed me the a flake that she had catched in his finger. it was like a little star. then i start noticing all the snowflakes that were attached to my clothes and globes and they were great. geometrically curious and very well formed. stars of different arms. like fractals. also like little beings. cristals are certainly amazing and snow can be like that sometimes. but you have to look at the very tiny level. change your perspective. zoom in. and forget about the cold and the tickles that the snow and the wind make in your face.
after the great concert, we went out for food to the miracle of science with michael and ryan and drunk a couple of pints of ipsiwich. snow was still falling. the wind was strong. and there were blizzards on the streets. from the window of the miracle of science you could see those marvelous and messy whirlwinds of snow. like ghosts dancing in the streets covering by white carpets.

winter day

Sunday, March 1st, 2009

some day will be sun day
some day will be some day
today is sunday
and it is snow day