back form south of spain.
incredibly hot, first time in my life simming in the sea so late .
thinking about contemporary art, public and true necessities.

it's sound fall
mountanins are waiting, really happy about that.
i'm reconsidering an entire era and i've realized i missed so many things...
david foster wallace, among them.
and lily allen, even if it looks dumb.
however...

sometimes i miss myself.
after months of incertitude i told to myself: let's buy a real world release again, since years.
i bought the dengue fever one, venus on earth.
put it in the cd player and stay quiet. you gonna a go tired, than nervous, than exausted hating any single female creepy voice.
than, weeks after, i don't know how, a transformation happens.
you are addicted. and you cannot stop the repeat function.
shit, globalization works subtile

leaving, again...
trip to a city where snow is like sun in london,
and it's submerged by snow

first day skiing, finally
ipercold, but incredible sunny, no people and snow not so bad, even if i prefer late winter/spring time... wow.
that's life,
warmest greetings to everybody

seen:
excellent exhibitions by
apichatpong weerasethakul, gustav metzger, dr. lakra, john baldessarri (at tate, just one room, the photos one), gianni colombo, martino gamper,...
listen:
nate young, roots of chicha, major lazer, air police, my cat is an alien, buffle, CM Von Hauswolff, ES,...

waiting for beaujolais nouveau

paris is quiet lovely
weather is fine, the sun rays reflect themselves in the glass shapes of the new buildings and the shopping bags are always glimpsing around rue st. honorè.
bizarre, everything seems not touched by the credit crunch.
but... even if i will never say it's a sign... not far from the palays de tokyo square downstairs, fresh and old piss smells as never before
vive la fance, toujours

fast trip post
back from south east asia.
strange and wonderful experience
suggested places in indonesia: sumatra island (and leuseur national park), lombok (kuta and south west gili's area), suwa and flores.
emptyness and density everywhere coexisting.
loss

long silence in between
so, i'm back.
where, i really don't know.
always looking for atlantis.
dreaming about places without cars
swamps, secret snowparks, hidden rabbits amusement parks,

planning to calypso,
by the way

last post before the end of the year was about blue

first one after, is still about blue
i had a wonderful sky time
more than a week

i went a lot to the therms
but i never forget what happened during 2008

i'm shure - maybe, maybe, i hope - it was worst year in my life, specially just at the end

fucking wicked games

my only (fantastic) consolation is
the last animal collective lp
magnificent
and, of course, bolano, bolano, bolano
...

always feeling as in sonora's desert