y me dijo, el chiste es jerarquizar.

ya lo he visto en tantos blogs que ya ni se de quien fue originalmente la idea pero bueno

¿Eres hombre o mujer?: lady.lenny kravitz
Descríbete: alla en la fuenta habia un chorrito.cricri, chica banda, cafe tacuba.yellow, coldpay
¿Qué sienten las personas acerca de ti?: strangers in the night,sinatra,ingrata cafe tacuba jajaja
¿Cómo describirías tu anterior relación sentimental?: help, beatles.hole in my soul, aerosmith.
¿Describe tu actual relación con tu novio/a o pretendiente?: mi fido di te, jovanotti. all is full of love bjork.is this it?strokes
¿Dónde quisieras estar ahora?: el carnaval fabulosos cadilacs
¿Cómo eres respecto al amor?: stay, dave mathews band, Cómo es tu vida?: el ciclon, cafe tacuba,live forever oasis.
¿Qué pedirías si tuvieras un solo deseo?: sleep to dream, fiona apple
Escribe una cita o frase sabia: play dead bjork
11.-Ahora despídete: ahi viene la plaga.....

ya lo he visto en tantos blogs que ya ni se de quien fue originalmente la idea pero bueno

¿Eres hombre o mujer?: lady.lenny kravitz
Descríbete: alla en la fuenta habia un chorrito.cricri, chica banda, cafe tacuba.yellow, coldpay
¿Qué sienten las personas acerca de ti?: strangers in the night,sinatra,ingrata cafe tacuba jajaja
¿Cómo describirías tu anterior relación sentimental?: help, beatles.hole in my soul, aerosmith.
¿Describe tu actual relación con tu novio/a o pretendiente?: mi fido di te, jovanotti.
¿Dónde quisieras estar ahora?: el carnaval fabulosos cadilacs
¿Cómo eres respecto al amor?: stay, dave mathews band, all is full of love bjork.is this it?strokes
Cómo es tu vida?: el ciclon, cafe tacuba,live forever oasis.
¿Qué pedirías si tuvieras un solo deseo?: sleep to dream, fiona apple
Escribe una cita o frase sabia: play dead bjork
11.-Ahora despídete: ahi viene la plaga.....

ya me salio mi primera cana! la tengo bajo una capa de durex en mi librito negro, exhibida, no es muy larga pero si gruesa......... que gruexo...

he encontrado varios rincones donde parece que mi cuerpo fuese hecho para entrar en el tuyo y no hablo de sexo, hablo de mi nariz abajo de la tuya y mi oreja en tu mejilla.

sin piedad dejás atrás un séquito de vana idolatría sos tan espectacular que no podés ser mía nada más tenes que ser de todos la piel, los labios donde roza la bambula serán mi prado, mi vergel ya sé que el camino a la fama no significa nada si no hay una misión ¿cuál es? hacerte muy putita, probar tu galletita con toda devoción ya se, ya se, cual es, ya se derramás esa impresión de ser la acción que encarna la ternura a tu alrededor no hay humildad, la venus es caricatura tenias que ser de todos, la piel, los labios donde roza la bambula serán mi prado, mi vergel ya sé que el camino a la fama no significa nada si no hay una misión ¿cuál es? hacerte muy putita, probar tu galletita con toda devoción ya se, ya se, cual es, ya se ya se, ya se, cual es, ya se ya se, ya se, cual es....

images from the video THE PASSAGE, piece by Shirin neshat on war, opression, death and islam

la admirada shirin neshat, la mujer libre irani.

favourite painters in no special order

1.mark rothko
2.hundertwasser.
3.egon schiele
4.jenny saville
5.may zindel
6. matisse
7. corona

dos dias para mi taller.... and counting

i dont know why but sometimes birthday light from a cake is so much cooler than any other light

buzz light year apunto de aterrizar en un merenguon de sanborns.

at last my workshop will become real

workshop 1 > colectivo t o m a t e
universidad de las américas puebla>architectural congress 2007.

meanwhile spaces_
the weaving of time and scenarios.

intro_

how do we read quotidian landscapes? what networks and connections are revealed when you understand the infinitely small series of events that intervene in peoples time?

in the meanwhile, we can relate to a specific segment of time in which we share an
in- between state of mind and body that forms an ambiguous zone, more implicit than obvious, residual and multi-layered.

whilst luisa waited for the bus, whilst he waited in line, whilst he walked towards the church,
she ate thai food , meanwhile, her grandmother died.


our lives are constantly intertwined with meanwhile spaces and thus meanwhile encounters. how can we make the most of this time and these spaces and how do these activities engage with one another during the meanwhile?

the workshop will work towards revealing the meanwhile spaces in scenarios such as the market, the restaurant, the university, the home and the street, in which the design will be developed by a slow-seeing process towards the gridding of domestic happenings and or relevant elements that interact with the space and users and their spatial, emotional and social factors. what will the consequences of the interventions be? What scars will they leave in that time and afterwards?

the accomplices

the accomplices are members of colectivo tomate that are not architects but dancers, biologists, businessmen, writers, etc., who will be appointed to each group of students. they will become part of the creative process, working as guides towards the development of a perspective that can complement the architectural minds. they will push towards managing a more collective reasoning through these new branches of knowledge, in order to enrich the evolution of the project design.


materials

for the recording and gridding of the different elements of the meanwhile spaces in the first phase, will be presented in a free way. therefore, no specific materials are imposed. however it is recommended that each group have a form of documentation with a video and or digital camera for this part of the process as well as the gridding be in model form, with the use of non conventional materials trying to exclude cardboard or paper.

during the final phase of the workshop participants will be asked to embody their projects on a scale 1to 1 on site in which depending on their intervention, the materials will be chosen.

hoy me criticaron varias personas por llevar chamarra cafe con bolsa negra. que pedo.

un palito de tutsi, u y un boli abandonados sobre repisas

un chicharron abandonado sobre la repisa del bar la pasita

el dia de encontrar a los objetos abandonados

g> pero porque segun tu son objetos abandonados y no es solo basura?
p< porque tienen una intencion en su colocacion, como si hasta cierto punto no quisieran dejarlos o por lo menos ponerlos en un lugar para que aunque se abandonen, no les pasa algo grave.
g> tal vez solo es que la gente no se atreva a tirar la basura al piso vilmente
p>si , es una cuestion de culpabilidad.

esta es la fiesta de mi cumplea;os voy a tratarlos como mis esclavos

feb 12 th is my birthday if you want to give me a present for my 26 primaveras, get me your favourite movie!!!!im starting movie collection and i need loads!!!

pretty muros despellejados

su gran amor

tributo a los tacubos de mi corazon

chale chinche churro chaqueto churrumai chicharronesco chichi chistosito chingon! che, che te crees chintola? chente chavez chingo ! chetumal chistorrita chilanguita chetos con valentina.

mis merisimas morritas machucaditas, me mueven mucho mi mero mole mexicalense, mi mama me mima mijita mamacita mi merengue mojadito mechudito melocoton. miranamas memito menso, mamon, melo meas meticulosamente machote. mientras mis manos mueven melones melosos.

eiichi matsuada AA project

ganando en tierras ajenas

"I swear I have my papers in order. Governor, I swear." - Mexican director Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, accepting the best-drama award for "Babel" from California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger.

by the way

the world is your oyster ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you can do what you want to do, the world is your oyster, so go out and get layed and do whatever you want to do.

de muuuuy cerca

at the red light

mr. gonzalez trillo was at the red light, he was about to turn left onto avenida las bugambilias towards his home in villa encantada, when the motor blew its whistle and halted giving out a big sigh. Mr. gonzalez, lets call him Felipe, sighed inmediately afterwards and nodded in comprehension. the guerita, his favourite truck was sick. the night before, he had left eugenia, his wife whom he had had 3 children with. she had betrayed him with his cousin Armando, and he had caught her and armando fucking on the same couch that he with his own hands had wroked hard to buy. and now this. his truck, his pride and joy had finally collapsed.


zinderella was about to turnleft towards her home, she was late and in a hurry like always, and suddenly realized the the man in front of her was calmly getting out of the run-down muddy pick-up truck, and goint to the back of it to check its function. "puta madre" she mumbled as she realizes she has to fight her way back into the traffic on the lane on her right to be able to pass him and get on her way.

los mundos se traslapan!

hoy fue raro porque el mundo bloguero , en el cual formo parte, y que no conozco a la mayoria de las personas a quienes visito su tierrita bloguera, se manifesto y se traslapo en una forma extraña matrixesca, en la cual, conoci a una bloguera, en la vida real. creo que se llama gaby? no se. la vi y me acorde de un flashazo de su foto, y derrepente cuando le dije me dijo, si, tu eres zinderella no?
jajajja. y rei asi como lo que acabo de escribir un ja. y luego un otro ja. y dije si. soy zinderella.

por cierto gaby, o llamemosla invisible, o sino simplemente luz maria, si mejor luz maria, tiene una cafecito sobre camino real que he decidio promocionar. llamada la tetera, ahi me tome un te de manzana y otras hierbas muy ricas, y me acompaño un guapo misterioso que pidio un chai latte.

gracias luz maria por compartir tu rico te , tu rica luz, por cierto soy arquitecta y normalmente califico a los lugares por su luz, y la tetera se lleva un 9!

auto retratos entre piernas

cachitos: a little bit of this and a little bit of that.

the guardian, uk, on chavez

Venezuela, and its charismatic president Hugo Chavez, have featured On An Overgrown Path several times recently. Back in November I raised concerns about the objectivity of the Guardian's coverage (above) of Venezuela's acclaimed music education programme, and only yesterday I highlighted human rights activist Harry Belafonte's support for Chavez. So today's Observer article Mr Chavez and the death of freedom makes interesting reading. Here is an extract:"Consider, for it's a looming headline event in 2007, the Hugo Chavez dilemma. On the one hand, many committed media freedom warriors in Britain - including Jeremy Dear, general secretary of the National Union of Journalists - vociferously support Venezuela's totemic president and all his egalitarian works. They raise money for his causes, pass NUJ conference motions of support and generally despise scribblers on the other side who think him a bit of a demagogue.On the other hand, Aidan White, general secretary of the International Federation of Journalists, wrote recently that the IFJ Caracas office had 'recorded 700 incidents of harassment, intimidation and violence against the media in the last four years alone'. He went on to talk about 'severely compromised conditions for professional journalism', and about how 'Chavez's violent rhetoric' against media owners has put genuinely open-minded commentators 'under constant pressure'. In a country where polarised politics habitually overwhelms much journalism, White observed, 'neither the private sector, and even less the public sector, which many see being transformed into a governmental mouthpiece, pass the test of independent journalism'. Those conclusions are substantially supported by other press freedom organisations from all over the world: the Committee to Protect Journalists in New York, the International Press Institute in Vienna, Reporteurs Sans Frontieres in Paris.So this isn't just any old spat. It's conflict, and one which is about to grow much rougher as Chavez announces that, when its current licence to broadcast ends in March, Radio Caracas Television - the company's second-biggest media company - is out of business and that its CEO 'had better start packing his bags ... No media outlet will be tolerated here that is at the service of coup-ism, against the people, against the nation, against national independence, against the dignity of the republic'. "Perhaps we should remember that fascist dictator Benito Mussolini made the trains run on time in Italy? For more on the lifeblood of democracy, freedom of the press, take An Overgrown Path to Blogging for TibetAny copyrighted material on these pages is included as "fair use", for the purpose of study, review or critical analysis only, and will be removed at the request of copyright owner(s). Report broken links, missing images and other errors to - overgrownpath at hotmail dot co dot uk

a tita.

hoy moriste hace ya 3 años. me entere por mail. de esos mails que tambien debe de estar en el limbo anteriormente mencionado porque nunca quise tener que volverlo a leer. y estaba ahi viendo la pantalla, con un dolor muy muy adentro queria llorar. no podia. no podia. necesitaba llorar. y derrepente lo hice. llore y llore sin poder sentir las lagrimas, las lagrimas estaba ajenas a mi lejos, muy lejos, espere espere que ese sonido que estaba provocando yo misma se sientiera parte de mi misma, y espere que alguien pudiera estar a mi lado. bajo peter. me escucho desde arriba bajo y supo. lo supo en seguida. y me abrazo perome senti tan lejos de el.de todos. lo unico que queria era estar con may. la habia soñado algunas noches anteriores llorando llorando, llorando como lo hacia ahora. debo decirte, que no nos hemos acostumbrado a no tenerte cerca. de hecho nos haces mucha falta. extraño tus uñas largas y cuando cantabamos la cancion de zapatos de tacon y cuando nos llevabas a santa clara .

hacia mucho que no cantaba cri cri. de hecho hacian aproximadamente 25 años que no lo hacia. y lo hice desde un asiento muy atras en esa camioneta y no lo murmuraba lo gritaba. gritaba y gritaba y derrepente me senti de 5 años de nuevo, y no precisamente una mujer que recuerda una cancion , sino una niña que sabe que es mujer pero que al verte tan lejos y tan pensativo, sumergido en pensamientos que no me incluian, me senti sola. muy muy sola, ahi gritando la pobre muñeca fea.

email limbo

i wonder if the erased mails, and posts go to a special limbo, where they linger and chat, like a pergatory for the unwanted, the erased, the double clicked, there you would find the photos of hannas wedding, spiteful emails that i chickened out in sending,pictures of k,that email that i sent christine telling her about peter, and other loveletters that i have wanted to delete from my life from the life of the ones i have loved, so many pictures and so many words that stuck to screens and produced tears and break ups and misunderstandings and pains in the heart.

mi blog se siente muy solito

su primer januka en mucho tiempo

el me ofrecia un vaso de licor de naranja. ya lo habia servido y lo habia colocado de forma precisa en la esquina de la mesa, de forma que el vaso hacia una tangente con cada uno de los lados de la mesa. me le quedo viendo, no a el, sino al vaso y note que era del mismo tipo de vasos de vidrio con la orilla pintada de un azul oscuro, como los que tenia mi padre. el licor de naranja, como cualquier licor se debe de tomar a sorbos, sin embargo no estaba para sorbos. y golpee el licor hacia mi garganta hechando la cabeza para atras como si estuviera hechandome un tequila severo en un bar.y estampe el vaso contra la mesa ignorando las posibles tangencias.

sabes , te queda bien beber asi.
gracias.
los mexicanos agradecen demasiado.
mejor callate.