Yo creía en Dios.
Creo en la magia.
Trucos mágicos que sé que están ahí, que parecen efectos imposibles.
Lo que miro tiene que ser físicamente posible, aunque mi cerebro no procese la información por entero, uno sabe que lo que hay es puramente ilusión creada por el mago/a.
Quizás disfruto más con eso, con saber que no es posible lo que ven mis ojos y que racionalmente sé que tiene que ser factible.
Desgañito mis neuronas para ver el truco, pero no hay manera, el ilusionismo es perfecto y por tanto maravilloso.
¿Porque hay gente que cree en dios? es el mismo principio mágico, ¿porque buscar razones a algo que sabemos no podemos comprender por entero?
Aunque todo sea físicamente posible, aún hay socavones (nada que ver con los de madalenita alvarez con minúsculas) en el conocimiento teórico. Van saliendo nuevas teorías que apuntan nuevos interrogantes, ok, es un topicazo, pero es cierto.
Se racionaliza "mistificando" lo que nuestras neuronas no conectan.Sí, es una salida, pero no me satisface.
Y, repito, yo creía en Dios con mayúsculas. Y creo en la magia.
dissabte, 15 de desembre del 2007
dimarts, 4 de desembre del 2007
divendres, 30 de novembre del 2007
petó
Balcons barcelonins de caire antic, amb el ferro forjat enreixant-los.
L'un d'estil modernista primerenc, enrampant-se uns barrots amb els altres.
L'altre més neoclàssic, sencill, però, de pis principal, amb volutes als extrems.
L'un a la banda muntanya, l'altre a la banda mar.
No exagerarem, no es tocaven, tot i que si dues persones s'arrepengessin a a la barana tensant els braços i estiressin el cap amb bona voluntat, podríen arribar a fer-se un petó.
L'un d'estil modernista primerenc, enrampant-se uns barrots amb els altres.
L'altre més neoclàssic, sencill, però, de pis principal, amb volutes als extrems.
L'un a la banda muntanya, l'altre a la banda mar.
No exagerarem, no es tocaven, tot i que si dues persones s'arrepengessin a a la barana tensant els braços i estiressin el cap amb bona voluntat, podríen arribar a fer-se un petó.
dimecres, 28 de novembre del 2007
hema online winkelen

espereu que es carregui i uns segons més...
impressionant, els nous catàlegs virtuals!
Mireu-lo
Merci a la Silvia que m'ho ha enviat.
animator vs animation
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An animator faces his own animation in deadly combat. The battlefield? The Flash interface itself.
A stick figure is created by an animator with the intent to torture. The stick figure drawn by the animator will be using everything he can find - the brush tool, the eraser tool - to get back at his tormentor. It's resourcefulness versus power. Who will win? You can find out yourself.
This took three long months.. i think it's worth it.
An animator faces his own animation in deadly combat. The battlefield? The Flash interface itself.
A stick figure is created by an animator with the intent to torture. The stick figure drawn by the animator will be using everything he can find - the brush tool, the eraser tool - to get back at his tormentor. It's resourcefulness versus power. Who will win? You can find out yourself.
This took three long months.. i think it's worth it.
dijous, 22 de novembre del 2007
realistich vs abstract

15 dibuixos fets amb lletres per Thomas Broome. Una deliciosa visita visual: Modern Mantra
No és una idea original, però el resultat m'agrada.
dimecres, 21 de novembre del 2007
la Lupe i en Bruno
La Lupe vol en Bruno. En Bruno no vol la Lupe. Una història de passions incontrolades, d'amors impossibles, de… Bé, més aviat simplement i únicament la història de la Lupe i d'en Bruno.
Barcelona 5.30 m. Animació amb ninots. Stop-motion. 35 mm. Color. 2005
Marc Riba y Anna Solanas
Val la pena que hi feu un cop d'ull al curt sencer.
Sembla que ara en faran la pel·licula. N'estarem al cas!
divendres, 16 de novembre del 2007
camaca
Vaig nèixer bufona i a Barcelona. Que hi farem, és així. Amb el temps la bufonesa va anar esvaint-se, per deixar pas a la terrible adolescència on no hi havia manera de veure's amb cap mena de gràcia, cosa que solucionava refugiant-me en els llibres. Ara la cosa ha milorat molt. Tot i que no he tornat mai a ser la nena maca de rinxols d'or, no m'enganyo, però, ara per ara diría que s'ha repartit la bufonesa per dins i per fora. I segueixo llegint a Barcelona.
dilluns, 12 de novembre del 2007
porta
Tres centéssimes abans que el martellet colpís la campaneta del timbre, fent-la dringar, obrí la porta de casa, d'esma, aplicant una lògica rigorosa: les portes no ensenyen el que hi al darrera sense aplicar força al canell per accionar el pany i despertar-ne el mecanisme.
No hagués calgut.
Amb el sotrac que va esbotzar-li el crani, la porta s´hagues obert.
051101
No hagués calgut.
Amb el sotrac que va esbotzar-li el crani, la porta s´hagues obert.
051101
diumenge, 11 de novembre del 2007
destripacloacas
Destripacloacas me saltó al oído hace una semana, volviendo del trabajo, conduciendo inmersa en el acordeón de semáforos, con la radio encendida, como siempre. Ese día cambié de emisora, no me preguntéis por qué, ni cuál. De eso hace ya una semana y ha pasado suficiente tiempo cómo para que mi memoria selectiva haya actuado. El programa era un acalorado debate sobre política, creo, con algunos contertulios imitando a personajes famosos, parecía divertido. No, no sé si era divertido, no sé de que hablaban, no sé de que se reían, sólo sé que oí la palabra destripacloacas dirigida como insulto jocoso a algún personajillo que debería estar en la cresta de la ola hace una semana, pero vete a saber hoy. Destripacloacas aún resuena en mis oídos.
Destripacloacas, hermosa palabra.
Destripacloacas, hermosa palabra.
dijous, 8 de novembre del 2007
light my candle
(…) he is interrupted by a beautiful stranger from downstairs, Mimi. Mimi needs a match, her electricity is down too. She and Roger are instantly drawn to each other, but Roger resists. Mimi, she recognizes, is a junkie.
(Roger) What'd you forget?
(Mimi) Got a light?
(Roger) I know you? -- You're -- You're shivering
(Mimi) It's nothing They turned off my heat And I'm just a little Weak on my feet Would you light my candle? What are you staring at?
(Roger) Nothing Your hair in the moonlight You look familiar Can you make it?
(Mimi) Just haven't eaten much today At least the room stopped spinning. Anyway. What?
(Roger) Nothing Your smile reminded me of -
(Mimi) I always remind people of - who is she?
(Roger) She died. Her name was April
(Mimi) It's out again Sorry about your friend Would you light my candle?
(Roger) Well -
(Mimi) Yeah. Ow!
(Roger) Oh, the wax - it's
(Mimi) Dripping! I like it - between my --
(Roger) Fingers. I figured... Oh, well. Goodnight. (Mimi exits; then knocks again) It blew out again?
(Mimi) No - I think that I dropped my stash
(Roger) I know I've seen you out and about When I used to go out Your candle's out
(Mimi)I'm illin' - I had it when I walked in the door It was pure - Is it on the floor?
(Roger) The floor?
(Mimi) They say I have the best ass below 14th street Is it true?
(Roger) What?
(Mimi) you're staring again.
(Roger) Oh no. I mean you do -- have a nice -- I mean -- You look familiar
(Mimi) Like your dead girlfriend?
(Roger) Only when you smile. But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else --
(Mimi) Do you go to the cat scratch club That's where I work - I dance - help me look
(Roger) Yes! They used to tie you up -
(Mimi) It's a living
(Roger) I didn't recognize you Without the handcuffs
(Mimi) We could light the candle Oh won't you light the candle
(Roger)Why don't you forget that stuff You look like you're sixteen
(Mimi) I'm nineteen - but I'm old for my age I'm just born to be bad
(Roger) I once was born to be bad I used to shiver like that
(Mimi) I have no heat - I told you
(Roger) I used to sweat
(Mimi) I got a cold
(Roger) Uh huh I used to be a junkie
(Mimi) But now and then I like to --
(Roger) Uh huh
(Mimi) Feel good
(Roger) Here it -- um --
(Mimi) What's that?
(Roger) Candy bar wrapper
(Mimi) We could light the candle What'd you do with my candle?
(Roger) That was my last match
(Mimi) Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon
(Roger) Maybe it's not the moon at all I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street
(Mimi) Bah humbug ... Bah humbug
(Roger) Cold hands
(Mimi) Yours too. Big. Like my father's You wanna dance?
(Roger) With you?
(Mimi) No - with my father
(Roger) I'm Roger
(Mimi) They call me They call me Mimi
"light my candle from RENT" by Jonathan Larsson
(Roger) What'd you forget?
(Mimi) Got a light?
(Roger) I know you? -- You're -- You're shivering
(Mimi) It's nothing They turned off my heat And I'm just a little Weak on my feet Would you light my candle? What are you staring at?
(Roger) Nothing Your hair in the moonlight You look familiar Can you make it?
(Mimi) Just haven't eaten much today At least the room stopped spinning. Anyway. What?
(Roger) Nothing Your smile reminded me of -
(Mimi) I always remind people of - who is she?
(Roger) She died. Her name was April
(Mimi) It's out again Sorry about your friend Would you light my candle?
(Roger) Well -
(Mimi) Yeah. Ow!
(Roger) Oh, the wax - it's
(Mimi) Dripping! I like it - between my --
(Roger) Fingers. I figured... Oh, well. Goodnight. (Mimi exits; then knocks again) It blew out again?
(Mimi) No - I think that I dropped my stash
(Roger) I know I've seen you out and about When I used to go out Your candle's out
(Mimi)I'm illin' - I had it when I walked in the door It was pure - Is it on the floor?
(Roger) The floor?
(Mimi) They say I have the best ass below 14th street Is it true?
(Roger) What?
(Mimi) you're staring again.
(Roger) Oh no. I mean you do -- have a nice -- I mean -- You look familiar
(Mimi) Like your dead girlfriend?
(Roger) Only when you smile. But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else --
(Mimi) Do you go to the cat scratch club That's where I work - I dance - help me look
(Roger) Yes! They used to tie you up -
(Mimi) It's a living
(Roger) I didn't recognize you Without the handcuffs
(Mimi) We could light the candle Oh won't you light the candle
(Roger)Why don't you forget that stuff You look like you're sixteen
(Mimi) I'm nineteen - but I'm old for my age I'm just born to be bad
(Roger) I once was born to be bad I used to shiver like that
(Mimi) I have no heat - I told you
(Roger) I used to sweat
(Mimi) I got a cold
(Roger) Uh huh I used to be a junkie
(Mimi) But now and then I like to --
(Roger) Uh huh
(Mimi) Feel good
(Roger) Here it -- um --
(Mimi) What's that?
(Roger) Candy bar wrapper
(Mimi) We could light the candle What'd you do with my candle?
(Roger) That was my last match
(Mimi) Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon
(Roger) Maybe it's not the moon at all I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street
(Mimi) Bah humbug ... Bah humbug
(Roger) Cold hands
(Mimi) Yours too. Big. Like my father's You wanna dance?
(Roger) With you?
(Mimi) No - with my father
(Roger) I'm Roger
(Mimi) They call me They call me Mimi
"light my candle from RENT" by Jonathan Larsson
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