Wednesday, June 8, 2011

I need to go back South. America is infecting me again with cynicism and stagnated thoughts. I need the movement, the reality, the magic, the feeling of being home, even when I know I don't belong there anymore. I have stayed in this country 6 years, 3 months and 8 days too many.

Friday night is alright for fighting

It seems this blog will only be visited while in a state of intoxication... good thing I buy Malbec no by the case, so the writing game is relatively often visited.
I have spent the last two weeks in a state of no spanish relations, living only between English and a lot of German and my brain is about to melt down a little. I have forgotten the effort and energy i need to keep my self sane when trying to balance everything in two foreign languages... I almost forgot the familiarity and relaxed "verlassenheit" that exists in Colombian Spanish. It is like spending so much time with your friends, that you forget how easy it is to come home, take of your shoes and crawl in bed to watch tv with your favorite teddy bear. It is a lot of fun to hang out, but from time to time, you need to come back home.


"Every word means what it means except when it doesn't." That pretty much goes to every language... you can learn the words out of a book and go to every grammar class available under the sun, if you don't get the little nuances, inflections, inside jokes and regional touches, you will never really understand a language or the heart of the people who speak it.

We cannot deny ourselves

We spend lately way too much time thinking and acting according to what we should be. What others think of us, "el que diran" dictates every act in our lives, how we speak, how we dress, what we accept to ourselves is "cool" or "nice" or "desirable". Throw everything overboard, you cannot deny yourself. Take the label off and accept that someone can in fact enjoy reading Hobsbawn and at the same time dance like nobody's business to a Lady Gaga song.

It's all fair game. Hater's gonna hate, so why even bother trying to please everybody?

In vino veritas

It's been almost a year since my last post. And it doesn't mean that I have not written anything since, I just haven't had the lady balls to publish it (sometimes, I also have not had the time to do it) Any hoo, today, March 17, 2011, I sit in front of my computer for the 11th hour today and think of all the things I should be doing instead of writing on this forsaken blog.
In the mean time, between August last year and today, I have moved into a new apartment, officially cut ties to my newest friend, got a promotion and quit chocolate (!). This only shows you that my life goes on as usual despite my efforts to keep everything as simple as possible.

Now, instead of writing an uninspired entry in this blog, I should be nerdying out to the tune of SCM (Supply Chain Management, people, let's get on with the program) I am fighting through three glasses of Merlot and a cigar, trying to express my feelings in this entry. Fuck the capacity planning assignment, I want to talk about how amazing the las few years have been. Scheiss drauf the essays I didn't write, I enjoy the tipsy feeling that moves me today to write a half-drunk entry.

I celebrate my self and DRINK myself, and what I assume, you shall assume, as every (wine) atom belonging to me, as good, belongs to you.