Sometimes these songs can follow you throughout your life.

But as the majestic Q said, the trial never ends.

Of comebacks, layoffs, and life in general…

Bonsoir, mes chês lecteurs! I hope you missed me! It’s been long since I last wrote, too long, perhaps. There have been many stories, happennings, indicents, damage dealt and struggled recoveries since I last came to visit you (almost a year) in this little space of mine. It starts with a menial job at a callcenter, followed by my adaptation to living alone, then by a time of fun and games, after that a period of intense feelings, followed by a crash of equal magnitude, a period of serious instability fueled by contemporary events and the history of the past year-and-a-half, of which I have barely recovered about two months ago. My life turned uninteresting for a good while, and then it was getting interesting when... I was told I'm going to be laid off soon... Ouch. That is, of course in the process of being corrected. Expect more news soon from me, as I intend to keep on writing this time. I’m Back from the ashes again.

Rêves doux

Of government-assisted religious transgression

Bonsoir, mes chês lecteurs, aujourd'hui je suis furieux. Je suis furieux parce que le gouvernement de mon pays a décidé d'offrir quatre-vingt-dix Millions de Pesos (MXN) a l'eglise catholique. Quatre-vingt-dix millions! It is truly outrageous. This particular transgression comes from the state of Jalisco (which is notorious for the borderline and not-so-borderline religious fanaticism of most of its inhabitants). I'm sure you can understand my anger at this event. Oh, and to top things off, the ninety million are to be used to build a monument to catholic martyrs of the Cristero war, when their so called "martyrs" were the ones who started the war and committed the atrocities during the conflict (Further reading here). Mexico is by law a secular nation, and this is an open violation of said law (pdf). As it has come to be expected, the governor of Jalisco is a member of the National Action Party (PAN). The church constantly violates the Law of Religious Associations and Public Cult, one of the more recent incidents being their attempt to coerce congresspeople into not legalizing abortion here in the city by threatening them with excommunication (I'm sure that only scared the people from PAN).

Para cerrar, los que vivan en México y sean seres racionales, y los que no vivan en México y tengan un lugar especial en su corazón para este pais nuestro, no se queden callados ante este abuso. Ese dinero es de todos los contribuyentes y no es correcto que lo desperdicien, mucho menos regalándoselo a una asociación religiosa (notando particularmente que esta asociación, la iglesia católica, no necesita ese dinero para un monumento, porque estoy seguro que el retrete del papa cuesta mas que eso). Que sepa el ciudadano gobernador Emilio Gonzalez que no importa que maquille el asunto como que le está dando dinero a una Asociación Civil, no engaña a nadie.

If anyone requires a tranlation of anything I wrote, feel free to ask for it.

Rêves Doux, chês lecteurs.

Of atheism and blogrolling

Bonsoir, mes chês lecteurs. Comment ça va? As you may see to your right, I joined the atheist blogroll, grouping blogs with a common theme and/or recurring topic: Atheism (Yeah, overdramatic, and that much was obvious by the name). So, do take a look at the various blogs in the roll, I'm certain you will find many things of interest!

Rêves Doux!

De salvajismo e intolerancia

Como pocas veces, me he sentido indignado con una noticia reciente. Es ya del conocimiento público el incidente que transcurrió en la Plaza de Armas de Querétaro, asi que no hay necesidad de elaborar sobre el tema. Mas información aquí, aquí y acá.

Estas personas decidieron agredir a los emos por ser diferentes. No muy distinto de, digamos, la inquisición española. Les pareció qe los emos no tienen lugar, por su forma de pensar y vestirse, en Querétaro y decidieron atacarlos. ¿Porqué diablos tienen que caer en eso? ¿Qué demonios importa si se ven feos o chillan mucho? Los emos tienen todo el derecho del mundo de ser emos, tanto como yo tengo de ser gótico, y tanto como los imbéciles que los atacaron tienen de ser unos abyectos imbéciles. Pero de lo que no tienen derecho es de agredir a otros por sus diferencias. ¿Cómo carajos pueden hablar de respeto a la plaza cuando ellos no supieron respetar la diversidad que ahí había? No es muy grande la distancia entre un acto de agresión coordinada como este y un odio generalizado que por lo general acaba con la muerte de mas de uno. Ningún ser humano que se llame racional puede aceptar un acto barbárico como este.

Además, basta con leer algunos de los sitios anti-emo para darse cuenta, no solo de la escasa educación de quienes los sostienen, sino del tono de odio insensato que manejan. Esa clase de odio ya lo he visto, en grupos Anti-semitas, Anti-ateos, Homofóbicos...

Para recibir respeto hay que darlo. Esas personas, a las que agredieron, son seres humanos y merecen el mismo respeto que todos los demas, independientemente de sus gustos personales.

Otras opiniones en Firenation y en el blog de Gh0stface.

Of failed concerts, weapon injuries and overall good days.

So, mes chês lecteurs, I've been gone for a while, but I'm back and posting.

If you are wondering about the title, it refers to the Mandragora's Fest, which was a mini-treffen attempt here in Mexico City. The concept was nice, and the event itself was not so bad. There were many medieval attractions (I actually hurt my hand with and arrow, a huge splinter stuck in my finger whilst I was shooting it) quite a few gothic and medieval stands and good fun. Joculatore Domini deserves a special mention, as they not only knew their instruments but also had the charisma to make quite a great show. Oh, there was also an "Arabian House", with bellydancers and hukkas (water smoking-pipes). Overall it was a nice day. I got my rear end handed over to me by my dear lady in sword combat, but took my revenge in what we call cotton swab combat (The combatants are placed with little space to move or maneuver armed with staffs that have big stuffy ends. They must then attempt to knock the other opponent off his or her place).

But it was far from perfect. It was unorganized, and the stands were scattered all over the place like an mp3 on a FAT32 partition. And it was not a small place, mind you. Security at the entrance was adamant about removing any metal spikes, and everyone complied only to find out that they were selling spikes, swords, maces and daggers inside.

And then things took a turn for the worst.

The local bands played, and after that there was an hour long wait before Clan of Xymox climbed on the stage.

So, Xymox, plays and everyone is hopping happy, until the manager of Atrocity asked them not to go through the whole repertoire because they had a plane to catch at 6 am (it was about 1 am at this point). Xymox tells him to go to hell, he pulls their plug. Then As it was Atrocity and Leave's Eyes turn to perform, the generator went out and stayed out for quite a while. When it came back, the surge disabled Atrocity's equipment and they couldn't play. They tried to save the situation by singing acapella, but the crowd was somewhat aggressive and they got insulted off the stage. After that, they told us that To/Die/For would be playing later. We went to a nearby bonfire and heard some people play the flute and enjoyed ourselves for a while before leaving. We'd been standing or walking for almost 12 hours straight, plus it was freezing out there, so we didn't stay to see the last two bands. It was a shame that the concert was not so good due to the lack of proper organization, but all in all it was a good event, hope they learn from their mistakes and make a better one next year.

Rêves Doux

Morningstar?

Bonjour, mes ches lecteurs! I know it's a bit early for me to be posting, but since I'm going to be out late, I did not want to leave you withoud the daily post (that no one reads). So, want to hear about my day? Wow, no hands up on account of no audience. Oh, hell, I'll tell you anyway. Today, there's going to be a gothoid masquerade event, and I'll be going. These days I rarely go out at night, which in my opinion is a damn shame. Oh well. I'm hoping for some good fun and I hope there is. I'm a bit bored, to be honest.
I do believe that is all for today, not too irrelevant for your taste, I hope.
Au revoir mes ches lecteurs. See you around.

Back, without a vengeance

Well, if there were dust in the internet, this place of mine wold be covered in it. I'm sorry for my absence, mes ches lecteurs, but I've been busy, either with work or with a TV series I acquired. I'm going to try and type here every night, though I remain certain of the fact that no one reads this. Anyway, my readers, what have you been up to? No good I imagine. I've been watching videos, trying to finish a book I've been reading at a snail's pace, and reinforcing my dislike of mac (through work).
In order:
1.- The aforementioned series.
2.- Ten days that shook the world, a chronicle of the russian revolution from the point of view of a resident of Petrograd
3.- New client who has 6 macs, that crashed a few times.
Nothing quite so interesting actually. Oh well. Comments and insults welcome, and I hope to read at least one.
Bonsoir, mes ches lecteurs, et rêves doux.

Lurking around

Mes ches lecteurs! I'm back yet again, with more words for you which will probably never be read. This days the city has been in an odd state of calm, as most of the riffraff has set out to travel on this spring break. It was needed. The city is much better like this, as it is good to be left uncrushed in the subway every now and then. The nights are more quiet than before, and I could only wish that all the people that left would not return (except for my clients, I do want them back!).

I just recently managed to get my hands on the soundtrack of C&C. It is just beautiful!

Well, that pretty much sums it up. I better go to sleep now, as I must prepare for what promises to be a week of hellbent work and possibly one or more nights of caffeine. See you around the net

Concern

Bonsoir, mes ches lecteurs! (I do believe no one reads this stuff, but hell, it doesn't hurt to be polite, does it?). The future begins to darken up a bit, enough to quell my worries. But, alas, the worries are back. A passing idea on a new place to call home drove me to fret once more. Income insufficient, future uncertain. And I bloody hate this feeling, specially when I find myself still living at someone else's while my 22nd birthday draws closer yet. And to be honest, I'm afraid, yet I have no choice but to push harder up the hill and hope I don't trip in the way. See, what I fear is not that work exceeds me, but that it doesn't. I have now come to understand how my father feels.
Very well then, let's continue the struggle. In the meantime, I will leave you with this particular quote (Bonus points to the one who tells me where I took it from and who the quotee is).

"Time is the fire in which we burn"

And now I retreat to the comfort of my subconscious.

Mondrigos Delincuentes

Bueno pues resulta que estaba en el banco, fastidiado porque la maldita cola no avanzaba. despues, llega mi turno, paso a la caja, me estaban atendiendo, cuando oigo bullicio. Volteo un poco y veo gente echandose en el piso. Volteo mas y veo a un desgraciado con un revolver. Acto seguido procedi a echarme detras de una columna gruesa, seguido por mi Dama. Si habia tiros al menos estaría cubierto. Despues se largaron los criminales y nos levantamos. No pudimos salir del banco hasta que llegaron las autoridades y pidieron declaraciones. Dije lo que sabia y nos fuimos.

Hasta hace unos minutos, eso iba a constituir el post completo, pero hace 5 minutos sucedio algo que va dentro del tema. A un pobre sujeto le acaban de robar su coche a puntta de pistola afuera de mi casa.

Hijos de su repinche madre...

Algo suena en mi cabeza....

Once upon a midnight dreary...
while I pondered weak and weary...
About Brain Music?!?!

Y pues, finalmente me puse a pensar sobre porque no siempre requiero un artefacto de audio portatil, y es que, escucho, no siempre felizmente, música en mi cabeza. Ahora, no me malinterpreten, no padezco esquizofrenia (aun), simplemente es una memoria auditiva. Lo malo es que no siempre es algo agradable. Me entederán bien, espero. Imagino que mas de uno de ustedes ha sufrido los tóxicos efectos de una cancion muy pegajosa. En especial porque las canciones mas horribles del mundo resultan ser las mas pegajosas. Es muy raro ir escuchando dos canciones simultaneas. En especial cuando la de los audífonos es de Tristania y la del cerebro es de Travis. Ya se imaginarán...

Pero bueno. Ya escribí. Prometo poner cosas mas relevantes, interesantes y profundas (como heridas de obsidiana XD) mas adelante, para hacer de este blog algo digno de verse.

Por cierto, quien guste de la mini-serie Band Of Brothers, la estoy bajando, si gustan verla, pongan comentarios, y si no tambien, y si tienen algo que decirme que no tenga relacion alguna con la antes mencionada serie, comenten por igual, los estare leyendo!!!!

Nox Aeternus