Saturday, October 31, 2009

Mandala #18

On the memory of a sweet afternoon, when I watched the sea at Coney Island, and my gratefulness to Catalina.
The fitting song is by Death Cab for Cutie.



Sitting on a carousel ride without any music or light
Everything was closed at Coney Island
And I could not help from smiling

I can hear the Atlantic echo back
Roller coaster screams from summers past
And everything was closed at Coney Island
And I could not help from smiling

Brooklyn will fill in the beach eventually
And everyone will go except me


Death Cab for Cutie, "Coney Island". Play the song with this widget:

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

2D Abstract #114

Whatever; blah, blah. Insert text here. Continuing in any possible way.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Stolen again

The yearly custom of breaking into my house and stealing everything from me is back. This time I WON'T delay my posts a single minute due to this. I don't know why, but it's a matter of pride somehow now.
The images will keep flowing and my way of flowing through life must be improved by complications like this one.
So this post was made to be unimportant very soon, like all that was stolen. Lucky for me, no present or anything close to my heart was taken, but just stuff, and a bit of work and images.
DaFrog Schwarzenegger says I'll -Be -Back ...rrright away.
I love all my admirable and friendly visitors, no matter wether I know how to express it or not.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Genetic Algorithms - 3D abstract #107

A little image for a minimalistic and lovely song in a teenage style, by The Arrogants, in a meteoric rising to the number one of the Frog Billboard; the most played on every amphibious iPod.



do you love me, do you need me, do you want me when i'm not there
do you miss me, are you ever thinking of me, do you want me when i'm not there

i open the door and i see your face drop, you think so much and love so little
it's just like before, maybe i've seen your love stop, one too many times

do you love me, do you need me, do you want me when i'm not there
do you miss me, are you ever thinking of me, do you want me when i'm not there

s'always something new, can't you just forgive me
laugh at my flaws and find me charming, we don't need to talk, just shut up and kiss me

do you love me, do you need me, do you want me when i'm not there
do you miss me, are you ever thinking of me, do you want me when i'm not there

do you love me, do you need me, do you miss me

i spent my whole life thinking of you, never mind what i intended to do, waited my whole life just for you
now i don't know where to find you, the distance between us hides you


The Arrogants, "The distance between us". Play the song with this widget:

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Happy birthday, Anita López!

Happy birthday, Miss Anita López! There's a message from the organization for you one click away.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Holy Fractal Lord of the Amphibians!

A new blog has evolved from its larva stage to a beautiful amphibian! Frogtal, the Frog of the Fractals is born! Leave those tadpoles to the petty predators, you know better, and this bull frog is for you!
All glory to the Frogtal!



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All glory to the Hypnotoad!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Two virtual images

I should be working (yes, on the weekend... well), but the flu stopped me. Nature knows and reacts when something is too much. But now, all of the sudden, there's too much time to think for a mind with atrophy. So the balance of the too-much now is hanging to the other side, opposite to where a brain without weight is placed.
On my excess of time to think I went through the memory of the places I wanted to visit since I was a child, and they were only two. Since I was a child: New York City; since a teenager: Varanasi. In the primal and untidy attachment to the images of these two cities, received during those years, there was a base of knowledge that hasn't failed yet; there was an spiritual, yet unclear base for this attachment. The years started to slowly prove it, without any search for proving anything. The base was an idea of change that couldn't happen in any different way than visiting, and making my way through those two cities.
Right now, while going through a dark time, there are positive changes operating inside me, and they are directly linked to my very personal experience with the city of New York. My whole being is slowly revolutionized in a mild way, without blows or spectacular lights.
What was expected of New York, and what is expected of Varanasi? That was something that took decades to foresee, but I could, I could see in advance what would happen. New york was expected to be exactly what it was: an experience provided to set very well fixed milestones; milestones to measure the whole future change needed to humble the cosmic size of my ego to the cosmic size of its real importance for the community; small in the general, big in the particular. In the end, an experience to tame the ego and put it in its place in society.
What's expected of Varanasi is, for the lack of another expression, quite the opposite. It's expected to be an experience to leave milestones for the needed change of integrating the society to the inner forum of the individual that I am. Impossible to explain without a set of examples: Argentina is very well known by its sociologists as a very individualistic society, where acts of social awareness could be brilliant, but isolated and very rare. It's a matter of how this society is constructed. There are no social expressions of will, no festivals, patriotic celebrations are fake, and a uniform way to be is desired for creating a personal and social sense of peace. In India there are social festivals, celebrations of the good prevailing over evil, and a high value of the learning experience of life. Finding your path to personal knowledge about what's good for the person and the society, is desired there to create a sense of peace.
In New York the same person that kindly says hello to you today, can't recognize you tomorrow. You are this that you are, in a city that it's too big to remember one of the crowd. When you can be a stranger for someone that you know well for years, this creates the haze of a dream surrounding what's real and what's not. A friend can put a friend aside for a while, to catch another objective, there are no hard feelings there; simply how the place is constructed. It teaches very well to desist on the ego, and embrace the common ground. It's a very spiritual place. In Varanasi a guy will honk his claxon for 30 minutes, naively and without hard feelings at all, until you manage to get out of a narrow path, crowded by puppy dogs and loud crossing people; you are this that you are, and you are there all the time, every second is too raw, until you are not there anymore. And it teaches you how and where to be, and not to be; teaches also what's good, and how to persist on every breath you take. It's another very spiritual place. Both are; one to desist on the futile, the other to persist on the essential.
These two cities are obviously a personal experience, and only create this atmosphere to me; they help me to evaporate the illusion of personality and they empower the reality of what's common in us all. So they both are important catalyzers for a change that I can't manage to do by myself. A change towards an objective of inner peace, recognized nothing less than twenty five years ago.
Nature knows when something is too much, knows how to stress a fast change with a flu; or how to provoke a drastic and slow change, with a primal need to visit two cities. New York is influencing from the past, Varanasi already from the future. Two images, one from the past, another from the future. Both operating their gentle force to switch the rotation axis of my world, from the outside to the inside; to something needed, to something happy inside.

All this configures only one of several reasons why I've always known that I need no shrink: I know how to place the pieces of my own puzzle; and the time it takes, must also be considered part of the puzzle. Who else could know better.
Inner peace to have freedom without numbness, freedom without numbness to have happiness without recklessness.

Maybe even my nickname shall be part of the sense of it all one day, since ancient indians considered the frog as a symbol of radical transformation, a swimmer through tough life-transitions, needing no assurance while traveling, a being of enhanced intuition, with a strong and calm connection with the spirit world. One day.

Mandalas #15, #16 & #17

Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.



The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.



The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.



A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron's cry.


Matsuo Bashō.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Specie of the dark #12

An image, and I'm nothing, by Violent Femmes.



I-M-N-O-T-H-I-N
I-M-N-O-T-H-I-N
I'm nothing'
I'm nothin'
Are you a republican or a democrat
A liberal fascist full of crap
I'm nothin'
I'm nothin'
Somebody somewhere might be something
But everybody everywhere
Knows that I'm nothin
Politics and dirty tricks
I got no time for stones and sticks
Politics and dirty tricks
I got no time I'm chasing chicks
I'm nothin'
I'm nothin'
Somebody somewhere might be something
But everybody everywhere
Knows that I'm nothing
I'm nothing but I'm not proud
'Cause being nothing it's not allowed
Are you a gay or are you straight
Do you believe in love
Or do you believe in hate
I'm nothin'
I'm nothin'
Somebody somewhere said he was something
But to everybody everywhere
I'm saying I'm nothing
I'm nothing. I'm like a cloud
I'm free to be alone in a crowd
What's your reality. It's not real to me
What's your anomaly. It is my destiny
I-M-N-O-T-H-I-N
I-M-N-O-T-H-I-N
I'm nothin'
Nothin'
Nothin'
I'm nothing now and I'll be nothing when
This nothing world has it's nothing end


Violent Femmes, "I'm nothing". Play the song with this widget:

Monday, October 12, 2009

2D Abstract #113

A 2D abstract and a song by The Steinbecks.



The Steinbecks, "Same Light". Play the song with this widget:

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Genetic Algorithms - 3D abstract #106

An abstract and a song by Whitest Boy Alive.



I'm so happy you called
I really needed a break
From all the people I see
All the people I spend time with

Where did my summer go
The week that was canceled
Was my only chance
To get out of this place

So how have you been
I heard about your problem
At the end of this road
A common solution

My favourite thing about you
Please don't get me wrong
How natural it feels
Five Minutes without talking
Five Minutes without talking


Whitest Boy Alive, "All ears". Play the song with this widget:

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Mandalas #11, #12, #13 & #14

Four images and a song to play by Dylan Mondegreen.









i could talk to you
if i had something to say
something funny and profound
that would seem to make sense
i have no such stories

so i go to my home
and i stay at home
take a drink for my own pleasure
take a bath to feel clean
and it's good to be alone

when i'm tired of being polite
my room is the site
of a dreamer's life

when the night comes
and all i have is myself
then i look at the stars
till my eyes get sore
when your friends are gone
what is life all about?
i spend too much time alone
just listening to my favourite songs

so i dream about love
that's what's keeping me awake
sure you'd love to come visit
sure you'd love to stay
but not tonight


Dylan Mondegreen, "my favourite songs". Play the song with this widget:

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Specie of the dark #11



jag lämnar mina saker här så jag kan komma tillbaka
för att inte du ska påminna mig går jag innan du vaknar
aaaa-aaah

det är inte kärlek
inte förväntan
inte en sport
bara än bestämd om att inte släppa taget
om din kropp

nu har du fått mig på halsen
och det kan inte va lätt
en apa med grepp om allt utom ditt hjärta
det spelar ingen roll att du säger

laaksonen, laaksonen
kom igen, kom igen
laaksonen, laaksonen
kom igen, kom igen

aaaa-aaaah
aaaa-aaaah

nu har du fått mig på halsen
och det kan inte va lätt
en apa med grepp om allt utom ditt hjärta
det spelar ingen roll att du säger

laaksonen, laaksonen
kom igen, kom igen
laaksonen, laaksonen
kom igen, kom igen

laaksonen, laaksonen
kom igen, kom igen
laaksonen, laaksonen
kom igen

la la la la la la la la la


Sibiria, "Laaksonen, laaksonen". Play the song with this widget:

Thursday, October 01, 2009

2D Abstract #112



Another band I like a lot, Death Cab for Cutie, this new song was released days ago.

Meet me on the Equinox
Meet me half way
When the sun is perched at it's highest peek
In the middle of the day

Let me give my love to you
Let me take your hand
As we walk in the dimming light
Or darling understand

That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends

Meet me on your best behavior
Meet me at your worst
For there will be no stone unturned
Or bubble left to burst

Let me lay beside you, Darling
Let me be your man
And let our bodies intertwine
But always understand

That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything, everything ends

A window
An opened tomb
The sun crawls
Across your bedroom
A halo
A waiting room
Your last breaths
Moving through you

As everything, everything ends
As everything, everything ends
As everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything ends

Meet me on the Equinox
Meet me half way
When the sun is perched at it's highest peek
In the middle of the day

Let me give my love to you
Let me take your hand
As we walk in the dimming light
Or darling understand

That everything, everything ends


Death Cab For Cutie, "Meet me on the equinox". You can play the song with this widget:

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