Sorry guys, I was supposed to write down this post twelve hours ago, but my mind was in another place as it was a large weekend... When I first read the task, I thought about some songs I had like in the past, like "Duvet" by Boa, because the very piece of music that I like the most at this moment makes me feel a little embarassed to talk about, is a song terribly sad and a little emo, which is "Cry for you" by Tool. I use to like depressive and a quite gothic songs, but it's not equal as my feelings, I mean, I don't feel sad in my life because I like those kind of songs.
The song I'm gonna say it's my favourite at the moment is "Triumph of Defeat" by Epica, the music group I've talked about some posts back. I've heard this for the first time a couple of years ago, looking for some music on the web, when I'd found in Youtube this song and it called my attention because of its title. It appeared to be something interesting, and of course the name of the group, Epica, had seemed special to me too. So I heard it, and I thought it was amazing, very epical, very un-historycal. I thougt that the other songs of the group would be like this one: without lyrics, only with voices and a choir, singing like angels or demons as well, and with a guitar, drums, and bass. Not all the other songs were my taste, but I like some of them too.
Unfortunately, they didn't play this song when they came to Chile this year, it was a shame.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Taking advantage of the ocean
Hi dear all!
Today I'm gonna talk about somewhere I would like to go, a place I would like to visit. When they ask me about this, the first place that spreads to my mind is France, because of its lovely places, museums, historycal streets, the famous Eiffel Tower, the Versailles Palace, the thiny little cafes (so romantic), the restaurants, the haute-couture festivals, the mimes, the parfum factories, the beautiful houses and gardens...
I also think in Japan: about japanese culture, the zen, the Mount Fuji, the kimonos, the Tea Ceremony, the delicious food, so lovely to see lol (sorry, it's what I think...), the amazing Manga-Anime Festivals, with cosplays (people disguised of their favourite characters, some of them are UN-BE-LIEVE-VA-BLE), gaming tournaments, merchandising, the rice fields, the Ghibli Museum (Hayao Miyasaki's anime studio), the pagodas, and of course the gorgeous sakura cherry trees (I don't care they're so sickening pink, I LOVE THEM).
I also think about Italy, because of The Vatican, the masterpieces in their art collection, the Sixtin Chapel, the libraries, the Chapels, the statues, Venice, the antique Roman culture, etc.
But there's a place I would like to know, because a very deep but special reason: I have a little phobia about the sea (I know it's incorrect to say it like this, because the phobias are never a little thing, but, anyway...), so all the other places have a little inconvenient, the closeness to the sea. So I had developed an strange but understandable love for mountains, lakes, rivers, hills and even volcanoes, and places that are very high. But never near to the ocean.
Today I'm gonna talk about somewhere I would like to go, a place I would like to visit. When they ask me about this, the first place that spreads to my mind is France, because of its lovely places, museums, historycal streets, the famous Eiffel Tower, the Versailles Palace, the thiny little cafes (so romantic), the restaurants, the haute-couture festivals, the mimes, the parfum factories, the beautiful houses and gardens...
I also think in Japan: about japanese culture, the zen, the Mount Fuji, the kimonos, the Tea Ceremony, the delicious food, so lovely to see lol (sorry, it's what I think...), the amazing Manga-Anime Festivals, with cosplays (people disguised of their favourite characters, some of them are UN-BE-LIEVE-VA-BLE), gaming tournaments, merchandising, the rice fields, the Ghibli Museum (Hayao Miyasaki's anime studio), the pagodas, and of course the gorgeous sakura cherry trees (I don't care they're so sickening pink, I LOVE THEM).
I also think about Italy, because of The Vatican, the masterpieces in their art collection, the Sixtin Chapel, the libraries, the Chapels, the statues, Venice, the antique Roman culture, etc.
But there's a place I would like to know, because a very deep but special reason: I have a little phobia about the sea (I know it's incorrect to say it like this, because the phobias are never a little thing, but, anyway...), so all the other places have a little inconvenient, the closeness to the sea. So I had developed an strange but understandable love for mountains, lakes, rivers, hills and even volcanoes, and places that are very high. But never near to the ocean.
The place I would LOOOVE to visit is Switzerland, because of their mountains, basically. They make me feel safe. Maybe it's some kind of freaky supervising instinct, the matter is that I'm terrified about living near to the sea, but I would love to live in a mountainous place. I love all the vibrant green in the area, the fresh air, the cold wind, the snow, the lakes, the fields, the castles, and the Alps, of course.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Kidunguënewn Nguen!
In spite of the social and political advances of the last time, specially the signing of the Human Rights and the eradication of most of the torture and slavery practices in the west, there's still in our conscience the deep idea about the inferiority of some races, a colonialist thought, which keep us believeing in a specific code of beauty (the caucasian) and an admiration for ancient and actual european culture. All this things make us think that our ethnical origins are brut, thick or mentally inferior. So we deny them, and extol our european genes, the spanish ones.
Because of this, we use to pretend that the lands that were stolen to the mapuche people were made the most by the spaniards or their sons. But the matter is not if the mapuche did or did not take advantage of their lands, the matter is that there was steal, which one to the eyes of the prevailing capitalism was not...
They don't care about in-touch-care of land, or the attachment to nature, they just care about the production, and the profits, of course. So, the lands that we could say were "by right" theirs, were taken by the wealthy only because the mapuche had no legal papers that said those lands were from their property. They didn't understand the belongings to the land of the men and the men to the land. In those times (and today is quite similaire), the land that is not sown and profitable is for bed or transitable way, but any other use must be lucrative, because it's all about the productive system.
The mapuche interests, which are more related to the religion and rituals, were not important for the landlords, and not even important nowadays. They sow the land and celebrate the good harvests, but they produce for themselves, not in a production scale like the merchant system.
"Independence. Freedom.
kidungüneun./ To live independently, in freedom: kidunguënewn nguen"
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
A nightmare before breakfast
Hi everyone,
today I was asked to write about anything I'd like to, so I'm going to write about a nightmare I had last night.
I was entering to my sister's bedroom, where my whole family was, when suddenly the sky became darker (in the middle of the day), and I saw a huge mountain of water coming to us, bigger than the hills around, it was an apocalyptic tsunami. I screamed and said to my family to run away to the room in front, where the water would hit us a little slower than there (I know it was ridiculous, but you know how dreams are). They runned to that room but I went to the next, and I found my six year old niece beside me, she had followed me and couldn't go back with her mother because the water was very close to us, so I waited for the big hit, waiting for the crashing windows and the wave that would take us away and death...
But nothing happened. I walked to the window to see what was happening outside the house, I moved the curtain to one side carefully, just a little bit, and saw the most terrific thing ever: the sky wasn't blue, grey or even dark as the night, it was like the sun had come closer and burning the atmosphere, it looked like an ocean of lava, moving around without fall down from the sky, it was terrifying. Suddenly I knew the sun had certainly come closer to Earth, and its heat had evaporated all the water I've seen before coming in the tsunami. I saw in the yard a car, and I recognized it as my cousin's, then I saw her lying inside there, with her family too, but the sun burned them, it was the radiation, I was watching them at a moment and then their clothes burned, their skin, and finally their bones evaporated like air. I knew we couldn't go out of the house because we would die in a second, it was strange but the house protected us from the sun heat, we only had to be carefull with the light that came from the windows, we shouldn't be directly exposed to sunlight. My skin started to itch desperately, I knew it was sun radiation, that would slowly burn and kill us all. I surrounded my little niece with clothes, to protect her from the sunlight. Then I took another look through the window, moving the curtain. I saw thousands and thousands of alien spaceships, I knew they were strange because they were too modern to be humancrafts. I was scared, I knew they were bad, they didn't make the Earth distruction, it was been human being, they were only waiting for this moment to come to Earth. All the spaceships were flying flush the ground, and one of them stopped and started to move back: they had seen me. I quickly closed the curtain, and heard some footsteps coming to me. I opened the curtain once more with the most care I could have: there were two boots, I knew he had seen me when he made a signal to the others with his boot, knocking twice the floor. I couldn't attain to see his body or his face because I closed the curtain and held it. Five blue little birds pass through the window and stood on the floor, they were machines, made to spy everywhere, and I knew they sent them to make sure we were alive. They looked at me and I knew that in every moment that being outside would crash the windows and catch us, so I held my niece's arm, maybe too hard, and pushed her to the hallway, out the room, and told her to stay with her mom. She runned away, and I closed the door. Then I looked to those five little mechabirds, and I knew that, at least, it would take a little more time for them to find my loving beings.
today I was asked to write about anything I'd like to, so I'm going to write about a nightmare I had last night.
I was entering to my sister's bedroom, where my whole family was, when suddenly the sky became darker (in the middle of the day), and I saw a huge mountain of water coming to us, bigger than the hills around, it was an apocalyptic tsunami. I screamed and said to my family to run away to the room in front, where the water would hit us a little slower than there (I know it was ridiculous, but you know how dreams are). They runned to that room but I went to the next, and I found my six year old niece beside me, she had followed me and couldn't go back with her mother because the water was very close to us, so I waited for the big hit, waiting for the crashing windows and the wave that would take us away and death...
But nothing happened. I walked to the window to see what was happening outside the house, I moved the curtain to one side carefully, just a little bit, and saw the most terrific thing ever: the sky wasn't blue, grey or even dark as the night, it was like the sun had come closer and burning the atmosphere, it looked like an ocean of lava, moving around without fall down from the sky, it was terrifying. Suddenly I knew the sun had certainly come closer to Earth, and its heat had evaporated all the water I've seen before coming in the tsunami. I saw in the yard a car, and I recognized it as my cousin's, then I saw her lying inside there, with her family too, but the sun burned them, it was the radiation, I was watching them at a moment and then their clothes burned, their skin, and finally their bones evaporated like air. I knew we couldn't go out of the house because we would die in a second, it was strange but the house protected us from the sun heat, we only had to be carefull with the light that came from the windows, we shouldn't be directly exposed to sunlight. My skin started to itch desperately, I knew it was sun radiation, that would slowly burn and kill us all. I surrounded my little niece with clothes, to protect her from the sunlight. Then I took another look through the window, moving the curtain. I saw thousands and thousands of alien spaceships, I knew they were strange because they were too modern to be humancrafts. I was scared, I knew they were bad, they didn't make the Earth distruction, it was been human being, they were only waiting for this moment to come to Earth. All the spaceships were flying flush the ground, and one of them stopped and started to move back: they had seen me. I quickly closed the curtain, and heard some footsteps coming to me. I opened the curtain once more with the most care I could have: there were two boots, I knew he had seen me when he made a signal to the others with his boot, knocking twice the floor. I couldn't attain to see his body or his face because I closed the curtain and held it. Five blue little birds pass through the window and stood on the floor, they were machines, made to spy everywhere, and I knew they sent them to make sure we were alive. They looked at me and I knew that in every moment that being outside would crash the windows and catch us, so I held my niece's arm, maybe too hard, and pushed her to the hallway, out the room, and told her to stay with her mom. She runned away, and I closed the door. Then I looked to those five little mechabirds, and I knew that, at least, it would take a little more time for them to find my loving beings.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
The most Shocking Chilean Piece of News of 2010
There's something that has me really annoyed, which is the manipulation of information from the media.
In the present year we have been witnesses of all the disaster caused by the eartquake and the tsunami the past february, if we haven't been victims at all. We have seen destruction, pain and the worst side of our sellfish nature, watching the TV we have seen how some thieves stole flat screens and huge washing machines carrying them on their shoulders, but in a moment the media just concentrated their attention in this fact: the worst thing of all the chaos. The good actions and the donations don't sell well, and the drama is the best allied for sensacionalism. The horrible stories about how a woman lost her child in the first wave or the people who watched how their houses were carryed away by the sea, soon weren't enough. The media have used the information to have better sales, not to give objective information...
The days after this events, I stayed in front of the TV all day long, trying to know anything about other places affected, the people rescued, the campaigns to make money for those people, etc. Then, I felt a little depressed, I didn't have any damages in my house or my family, we were all OK, but I had the feeling that the news were not enough for my thirst of knowledge about this matter, I have family all across the country,I needed to know that they were OK too, I didn't have any signal in the phone, neither the cellphone, and the news only showed despair everywhere...
A few days later, we recovered the phone service and the thing started to ring all day long, many relatives called desperated wanting to know if we were alive and well, and so we were. My family also made a lot of calls to other relatives and friends, and fortunetly they were all fine, some people had damages in their houses but they were all OK.
The next days I stopped watching TV, I was tired of all the horror that the press spred like a virus, I know that was a disaster and many people needed to claim for help, but I think that the ambient that the media created those days wasn't appropiate for a country that needed to wake up. It was the ads, with a commercial interest, what started with a message of hope and revival spreading all the national TV channels. Banks that ask for donations, and things like that, started to make me sick: why not to make a real TV campaign exent of money interests? it's always the same condition: money behind every good action.
The lasts terrible events, I mean of course the miners trapped in the mine in the north of the country and all the attempts to rescue them, have captured the screens and averted the sights to this event in particular. At the same time, in the south of the country, some mapuche people were in the middle of a hunger strike, weak and undefended, and the authorities want to take advantage of this matter and force them to get some food by their veins, I mean, injecting it in them. The mapuche people want their rights to be respected and their lands back, but they haven't been listened by the authorities and that's because they started this hunger strike. It's very important to know that this events have occured in this days, but the miners has been a matter that doesn't blame the government directly, unlike the mapuche people's matter. The media doesn't even shows this matter, but it's very interested in the miners's matter. Very strange uh?
Friday, August 27, 2010
Epica- Design your Universe
In April of the present year I attended to a music concert of a group I love, their name is Epica. They're from Nederlands, and their songs are a kind of gothic with opera voices and sometimes also guttural voices. This concert was in Teatro Caupolicán, and we waited for two hours before the artists came up to the stage, when the female voice, Simone, appeared, it became a real chaos, because she's the pin up girl by excellence and many boys have her as their platonic love, so when she was in sight of the people, the entire public started to shout and fight trying to get closer to her and take some pictures. It was horrible in that moment, because I couldn't see anything and I started to have a difficult breathing, because they were pushing me by every sides, and I received many punches..., finally I got out there as I could and climb to the gallery, and I stayed there for the rest of the concert, singing and shaking my head, I couldn't see as well as someone in the near-stage place, but at least I could watch away the artists and enjoy peacefully the rest of the concert.
I went there with a friend and his girlfriend, but I left them behind at the beggining to be closer to the stage, but as I said before, it was a bad idea because I was alone in the middle of a violent crowd and I couldn't stay there for long. When it finished, I surprisingly met another friend that was very tall and strong, so I regreted that I haven't met him before so I could have been with him and his friends inside the Teatro and stay safe inside the crowd. Anyway, he offered to take me closer to home and as it was late I accepted. We had a really good time and had some drinks together after that.
I went to that concert because Epica has a whole ideology behind their letters and they talk very poetically.
About their last album Design your Universe, which is the same name of the tour, they purpose that "God created all the different religions to see if men are capable to find the real nature of them. The question is if human kind can undestand that all religions are basically the same".
-Epica.
I went there with a friend and his girlfriend, but I left them behind at the beggining to be closer to the stage, but as I said before, it was a bad idea because I was alone in the middle of a violent crowd and I couldn't stay there for long. When it finished, I surprisingly met another friend that was very tall and strong, so I regreted that I haven't met him before so I could have been with him and his friends inside the Teatro and stay safe inside the crowd. Anyway, he offered to take me closer to home and as it was late I accepted. We had a really good time and had some drinks together after that.
I went to that concert because Epica has a whole ideology behind their letters and they talk very poetically.
About their last album Design your Universe, which is the same name of the tour, they purpose that "God created all the different religions to see if men are capable to find the real nature of them. The question is if human kind can undestand that all religions are basically the same".
-Epica.
Animal Rights in Chile
I choose this theme because I care about animals, I'm not a vegetarian, neither a Greenpeace fan, but I respect life and I think that animals, which don't have any Human Rights, are many times very assaulted, and they can't complain, they live in peace and attack another animals by hungry or defense of their pride, but there's no evil in them.
I hate when some people publish videos or photos showing animal abuse, most of the time they laugh about it, and act like those animals have no feelings. I remember a video that someone sent me a long time ago, it showed a little raccoon being pelled by an asian man, it seemed to be a kind of work of that man, maybe he sells that skin to make coats and gloves, so I think he didn't do that just because of maddnes or evil, but the matter was that he made the raccoon suffer and pain horrifibly, I mean, it was ALIVE when he peelled it.
Another video that I received was about a woman squashing a kitten with her shoes, like a horror high heels ad. I don't like to receive that kind of videos, or neither sharing them to my friends, because I think that we can fight against animal abuse using words, those videos only contribute to some people's fascination for gore and horror. Most of the people that shares videos like those enjoy watching pain, and I think they're sick. I propose another way to show my disgust about this fact, which is use the word, and not images, because the image has the power to attract by its own content, and we don't want people to turn it into a circus, but understand that animals have a soul and also feel love and hate and physical pain.
"At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst. "
-Aristotle.
I hate when some people publish videos or photos showing animal abuse, most of the time they laugh about it, and act like those animals have no feelings. I remember a video that someone sent me a long time ago, it showed a little raccoon being pelled by an asian man, it seemed to be a kind of work of that man, maybe he sells that skin to make coats and gloves, so I think he didn't do that just because of maddnes or evil, but the matter was that he made the raccoon suffer and pain horrifibly, I mean, it was ALIVE when he peelled it.
Another video that I received was about a woman squashing a kitten with her shoes, like a horror high heels ad. I don't like to receive that kind of videos, or neither sharing them to my friends, because I think that we can fight against animal abuse using words, those videos only contribute to some people's fascination for gore and horror. Most of the people that shares videos like those enjoy watching pain, and I think they're sick. I propose another way to show my disgust about this fact, which is use the word, and not images, because the image has the power to attract by its own content, and we don't want people to turn it into a circus, but understand that animals have a soul and also feel love and hate and physical pain.
"At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst. "
-Aristotle.
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