Thursday, September 28, 2006

Bunbury y otras cosas por el estilo...

he estado escuchando a Enrique Bunbury's disco Flamingo. siempre me gusto el grupo Heroes del Silencio. no se si fue por las letras o por el estilo de temas que tocaban. la voz de Bunbury siempre expresa una melancolia que uno siente al igual. espero que tengan la oportunidad de escucharlo. se los recomiendo si estan buscando nueva musica.

esta mañana a las 5 de la mañana mi hija vino a mi cama. me cuenta que tuvo una pesadilla. le dije que se acostara conmigo. se subio a la cama y me empezo hablar sobre su pesadilla. le dije que todo hiba estar bien. la noche anterior le habia dicho que me estaba muriendo. lo dije asi, "I'm so dying". es un dicho americano cuando uno no se siente bien. penso que en realidad me estaba muriendo. se puso a llorar y creo que eso es lo que causo la pesadilla. por casualidad tambien no entiende, "you don't know jack!!" me pregunta quien es Jack. bueno blogeros hasta la proxima. nos vemos.

Monday, September 25, 2006

kids and their irrational fears

ok...it may not be that irrational. but lets face it...my kids have been in about two accidents in one week. they are a little traumatized to say the least. i was coming home from my mom's yesterday at about 7:25pm. i was not really feeling all that well. i was kinda getting sick. my son asks me, "hey do you have airbags here on my side". i tell him no. there is only an airbag on myside. i have a 2dr Toyota Paseo. it is quite the sporty little thing. i can go really quick and dodge in an out of traffic. i just choose not to some times. the kids have been getting startled at my driving style ever since these last little two accidents. they were not even that intense. my wife rear-ended someone at like 5-10 mph. my mom got backed into her car by a big suv at about the same speed if not a little slower. my kids were in the back seat both times.
i can see my son visibily grip the side of my car. he braces himself for impact. i have told him to relax. i will not get into a car accident. i can not predict the future or can i? jk. my son tells me i do not know that. my daughter is always telling me to watch out with that big truck. keep you eyes on the road! pay attention! slow down! i feel terrible. hope they get over it soon.

in other news, i saw something that was really sad. there was a girl on the median at the entrance to the 55 on Cicero. she could not have been older than 20. she had a sad look on her face. she had a sign. i could not read it. millions of thoughts rushed thru my brain. she may have runaway. she got lost on her trip to Chicago. maybe her parents put her to it. it could also be a psychology experiement. she did not fit the same characteristics as the other homeless people out there begging for money. i have to say this entrance on 55 is the most interesting. i keep hoping that one day i will see a fire breather out there. i have seen a juggler. homeless guys and women not to mention the guys that sell water, peanuts, roses, soccer balls, and water. oh...i almost forgot the squigee guys. they try to clean your windshield for a buck.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

today, i experienced something new
love without words
emotion sweeping over my heart
spilling out into her's
a blanket of protection from the world
it was even more
than an object
expanding into other realms
a touch that was internal
warming my bones
leaping into my very inner soul
certain of it objective
spreading a smile over my face
making me melt at the scent
tremble at the invisible touch
losing my ability to speak
this be dream
then never wake me
only let me experience it
again
and again
and again

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Thursday, September 14, 2006

hold the phone...time to disconnect

it is the lost son of the dragon. don't really know where that came from. i know i have not been blogging for a minute. find it hard to type words out at the moment. spoken seems easier for the time being. the more you put down on paper (or in this case on the net) the clearer it becomes. sometimes i am not ready for that step. while some still are dealing with who they are and trying to understand who they are. i think that is a symbol of youth. i know who i am. i am the dragon of 76. (i am not really a dragon) just thought i would throw that in there. i know who i really am...i have come to terms with it. but sometimes...i need to disconnect from who i am. to be someone else for a change. to not think as much about everything. just ride the ride.

Hello...I am Santiago. The dragon of 76. I analyze things way too much. I joke about everything and am an alcoholic. Ok...i am not an alcoholic. Just threw that in there to see if your paying attention.

es el hijo perdido del hijo del dragon. no se de donde me salio ese comentario. se que no he estado blogiando. encuentro que es duro los teclasos en este momento. la palabra dicha es mas facil por el momento. no creo estar listo para ese paso. mientras alguno estan averiguando quienes son como individuos o quizas entenderse. lo cual es la seña de la juventud. yo se quien soy. yo soy el dragon del 76. (en serio no soy dragon) por si las moscas. la idea es que se quien soy. ya he llegado a un acuerdo conmigo. pero hay veces...que quiero desconnectarme de mi mismo. ser otra persona por el momento. no pensar en todo. solo vivir y pasarmela bien.

hola...soy santiago. el dragon del 76. analizo las cosas muchisimo. albureo con todo y soy un alcoholico. bueno no soy alcolico(sp?). solo queria ver si estaban poniendo atencion.

Friday, September 08, 2006

El amor y las pendejadas que hacemos...

el amor es algo muy tramposo. no elejimos a quien amar? o si? no creo. al principio no esta y luego como humo esfumante ahi esta el amor. nos deja diciendo - ¡a cabron...y eso de donde salio! solo es una idea de varias. el amar o amor es un tema que me interesa mucho. quiero entenderlo...el por que y como. es como la habilidad de leer los sentimientos de otros.

a noche tuve un sueño muy interesante. soñe estar en el pais de Francia...paseando por las calles de Paris. estaba buscando a las mujeres que habia amado el pasado. tenia dos amigos que me ayudaban a buscar estas mujeres. uno de todas estas mujeres me demoro bastante. la buscaba y buscaba. pero no llegaba hacia ella. al fin encontre que estaba de maestra en una escuela. aunque finjia que no tenia trabajo y era una pobre mujer. me dio mucha tristeza. no se por que.

bueno bloggeros. los dejor por el momento. nos vemos en el otro lado.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Soñar Despierto

Estaba soñando en tener muchísimo tiempo para ir al festival de la calabaza. Ya tiene mucho tiempo que no voy en un viaje largo en mi carro. Como me gustaría tener el tiempo para poner un chorro de rolas en un disco compacto para poder escucharlas y manejar con las ventanas abiertas. No pensar en las presiones del trabajo. No pensar en los problemas del día. Solo manejar con la idea puesta adelante y la aventura. Como en el cuento de Jack Kerouac- On the Road. Encontraría nuevos amigos en el camino y pidiera les hospedaje. Mientras estamos en ese pueblito por un minuto o dos.

Esta mañana mis hijos me levantaron preguntándome que quiero de desayuno. Tal vez unos huevos con jamón les dije. Me arrepentí casi de inmediato. Mis hijos solo tienen 9 y 7 años. No son los suficientes para prender la estufa y preparar los desayunos. Me imagine unos de problemas. Pero a la misma vez no me levante. Tenia tanto sueño. Grite no prendan la estufa. Me grita mi hijo. No te preocupes voy a calentarte un Hot Pocket. Esto fue como a las 6:45 am. Muy temprano para mi. Pero al fin fue algo gracioso que me sucedió. Tengo otras ideas de que escribir. Pero el tiempo me falta. No tengo un mp3 para dictarlo todo. Lo he pensado en comprar uno. Pero no tengo el tiempo para ir a buscarlo.

I was dreaming of having lots of time to go to a pumpkin festival. It sure has been a long time since I have been on a long car trip. I would love to burn a long CD to listen to on a road trip. Driving with the windows rolled down and just jam. I would forget about my job. I would forget about the problems of the day. I would just drive with the idea before me and the adventure that awaits me. It would be like in the book On the Road by Jack Kerouac. I need to buy that book. I lost my copy. I would meet new friend on the road and ask them for a night to spend in their place, while I am in their town, for a minute or two.

This morning mi kids woke me up asking me what I wanted for breakfast. I asked for some eggs and ham. Almost immediately I felt sorry for my answer. My kids are 9 and 7. They are not old enough to turn on a stove and play chef. Millions of bad thought rushed through my head. I did not even get up. I was so sleepy. I yelled at them do not turn on the stove. They screamed back…don’t worry I am going to cook you up a Hot Pocket. This was like at 6:45am. It was too damn early for me. It was just something funny that happened to me today. I have tons of other ideas for blog posts. I just wish I had time to write them down. I thought about the mp3 recorded to record all of them down. I have thought of buying one. I have not had the time to go and buy one.