tacho, unido, el pueblo esta contigo!

anastacio ajsoc-sac won the election in santa clara la laguna!

sensory overload

music so thick you could cut it with a knife.


machete more appropriate?

the set list:

black mirror

keep the car running

neighbourhood #2 (laika)

no Cars Go

haiti

black wave/bad vibrations

my body is a cage

neon bible

distortions

intervention

(antichrist television blues)

the well and the lighthouse

neighbourhood #1 (tunnels)

neighbourhood #3 (power out)

rebellion (lies)

ENCORE

old flame

wake up

muffins

paperclips!

my name is john daker

i just wanted this life changer on my blog. please disregard if you have already seen it. or don't, i don't know. it completes me.

zombie child

thanks, josh.

a good giggle.

If you're not scared or angry at the thought of a human brain being controlled remotely, then it could be this prototype of mine is finally starting to work.
- John Alejandro King

from beyond translation:

Anglakoni zaman edan
Ewuh aya ing pambudi

'(We) walk in an unstable world
Not at home, struggling against our own imagination'

unknown javanese poet

i miss this boy.

i don't get

that last post.

bites.

i don't want to get bit. which is why i run with eliz in the morning. the chances that she will not bite me are better than the chances that she will bite me. but it could be a 60-40 chance, or a 70-30, but i am willing to risk it.

hep cat symphony

merrie melodies: the early worm gets the bird

today i'm not sad. but maybe.

i miss the rhythm of where i was. big time. i miss feeling it in my sternum every day when i wake up (thanks pablo). i have tried to fill the gap by playing my music loudly, really loudly, but it's not really working. probably because you can't just transplant rhythm. actually, if you can, and you know how, tell me. but still, rhythm, it's not like a beating heart. you can't just transplant it. it's not just the music. it's just the movement. the market. walking down the street. i am going to go dance by myself now. or cry. i miss that family!

what am i supposed to do?

there's a picture on cnn right now: oprah and david letterman hugging. what am i supposed to do with this? only my two most favorite celebrities ever. phreek.

german classical radio, bless it!

it makes me think of my three day friend, paul the german. what a person! ha!

not trivial.

i was going to write a trivial little thing about music, but i can't stop thinking about camille and her family. my prayers are with them.

call me crazy, call me what you will.

i think is this love? by bob marley is one of the most romantic songs. put it at the top of my list.

coming home.

rather enjoyable. i thought i was going to go into green withdrawal, but i must say, provo is looking sharp. lovely. and the rain. i am impressed. this is a beautiful little place. and the cabin, dreamy. and the rain! rain. rain!

and nicolasa (my guatemalan mother) called me the other day. i was at the mall (travesty, i know) buying pants (yes amy, tight pants [not really]) and she called me. it was obviously raining hard in santa clara, because she was yelling (ANDREJ! HABLA NICOLASA!) and so i was answering loudly (also yelling) in spanish in the mall. i talked to the children too. jason sang "mi papa y mi sakmol!" which is a song that we laughed at alot during the fair. it means, "my dad and my egg!" it is supposed to be naughty, but i just laugh. i get a real kick out of naughty kids. oh, but they aren't naughty. they be lovely.

and seeing friends has been a gift from heaven! lovely days! my bike has a flat tire!

for my sister, for my self.

Balloonland 1935

for my sister, for the world.

Happy Harmonies - To Spring