Mis hermanos comilones

Somos gente austera. Pero cuando no te quedan grandes utopias en la vida, pues a comer/comer/comer y beber. Bodegas de Calatayud: Baltasar Gracian del 2002 a 5 euros. Un trozo importante de la creación.

DISGUSTO DEL AÑO: Jenna Jameson

She got a husband!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ATLETICO DE MADRID-REAL MADRID

Motivos para ser feliz hasta el domingo por la tarde: DERBI Este domingo por la tarde, en torno a las siete, será el partido. Luego son pésimos pero el circo previo y posterior son dignos de estudio. Mezcla de populismo talibán, lucha de clases, piques, vanidades, fiesta local y un poquito de deporte. Lo mejor es limitarse a observar y, si gana tu equipo, entonces te descojonas. Soy muy técnico. Veo los movimientos, las coberturas, los huecos... Si mi equipo no juega bien, pues que palme. Pero en ciertos partidos... sacas lo peor de tí.

INDIA, MI AMOR

VIAJE A LA INDIA
Ahora no tengo trabajo. Tengo ahorros y, hasta que me líe con otro proyecto, planeo mi itinerario hacia el gran fantasma, el gran misterio hindú. Tambien debo buscar acompañante. En Bombay quiero trabajar un poco, en algun filmete. Trabajar en los sitios es una forma de conocer mejor el lugar. En Goa, buscaré una novia excentrica. Quiero visitar al padre Vicente Ferrer en Anantapur (en el centro del pais, en Andhra Pradesh). Allí tambien curiosearé por el ashram de Sai Baba. Me encantan los gurus. Los tramposos y los verdaderos. En Benares hay santones maravillosos, pero no quiero ir tan al norte esta vez. No iré a Delhi, ni al Taj Mahal en Agra. Tengo que curiosear en Madras. Si no me aparto mucho de ruta, no me puedo perder Auroville, en la zona de Pondicherry. Es la zona de Sri Aurobindo, el filosofó que revolucionó con su obra, su relación con la Madre, su política. Calcuta estaría bien. Ver a las hermanas de Calcuta. Pero no se si en un solo viaje tendré fuerzas para tanto.

SECOND SKIN DAYS

Who are those three guys?
Watching my mementos I found this picture...

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Digital Cameras

No vean esto por Dios... Alejandro, de Oliver Stone

Tres horas...

Oí hablar de la megalomania de Oliver Stone y no lo acababa de ver claro. Este insufrible filmete es el castigo pomposo, decadente, ridiculo, sobreactuado y alucinado mas terrible que he sufrido en mis últimos años de cinefago. Por momentos parecen gags de Cruz y Raya. Las falditas, las miraditas, los topicazos. Anthony Hopkins insufrible. Los dialogos de un expositorio somnoliento.
 

Dice Oliver Stone que le persiguen en America. Que Hollywood le hace pupita. ¿Que te falta a ti? Ciento cincuenta millones de dolares tirados a la basura. Menos mal que la negra que sale desnuda me despertó un poquito. Angelina, con esa cara de salida perpetua, muy interesante. Por salvar algo... Si una palabra puede definir este suplicio desmesurado, grandilocuente y agotador, esa es desproposito.

ILUMINADO. Maestro de Ram Dash.

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Dia de reyes con dos anti-cristos y mi pobre perro

Dia de reyes/anticristo
Niños en el mundo sin nada y estos dos sobrinos diabólicos se llenan de bienes. El triunfo perteneció al Formula Iker y a un muñequito de Spider-man que no acabará el dia. El gran damnificado, mi perro Urkel. La pobre tercera edad de mi boxer me entristece. Asume con grandeza ser el segundo plato cuando estan los niños. Ha sido atropellado multiples veces con el puto coche. Tengo que dedicar una entrada a la forma de perseguir que tiene la multitud con mi noble can. Tiene 12 años y nunca ha dado muestras de hostilidad alguna. La policia nos molesta con el tema del bozal. ¿Un animal anciano, sin morro y sin dientes, con bozal? Una mierda. ¿Y los niños no se lo ponen? Me jode que miren mal a mi rey.

QUEEN OF PORN

WHO IS THE QUEEN?

Jenna Jameson, Tera Patrick, Brianna Banks, Jesse Jane, Carmen Luvana...

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CREATION

WHO IS WALKING WITH...? We have a lack of shared meaning in our world and grounding to the earth and human society in general. This leads people to explore alternative religions, shamanism and all manner of experiences in their agonized search for an answer, a ground to their life. Yet when people seek the transcendental out of a sense of desperation they leave themselves open to all manner of forces. 

For Native Americans this phenomenon of "soul loss" can be very real. "A Map in the Head": This is something learned in childhood as you sit around the fire at night and listen to the songs and stories of the elders, you learn it by watching the animals, by coming to know the land in which you live, by talking to rocks and trees, by participating in ceremonies and by entering into a wider reality within dreams. 
This Map in the Head is a connection to the time of creation, a guide to the world of powers and energies and also a protection. We are like those chemists and physicists in the first decades of this century who played around with radio-active materials without using any protection. Moreover, the danger is not just to individuals but to our whole society which is in danger of losing its collective soul. Economic inflation is bad enough but psychic is even worse! But our psychic inflation is expressed in our desire to escape from the body, from the world of matter, from human society, from nature and into the world of the spirit. Our world also has great difficulties in dealing with what Jungians call the shadow, that dark area within ourselves which we to deny by projecting it onto others. We cannot afford to continue this destructive cycle of denial of the earth and our bodies though inflation of the psyche. We can no longer deny our collective shadow. We have to face ourselves and this requires a new form of action which is essentially creative. It is an enormously creative act to watch and listen, to stay with something, to suspend action. It is enormously creative even to allow our children to grow up. It is creative because the natural reaction of our Western minds is to exert control. Juanlo doesn´t accept this let it go concept. We want to analyze, to reduce things to problems and then immediately to seek a solution - some way of predicting, manipulating and controlling the world. This can work quite well when it comes to practical issues, but in other cases it may be more important to suspend action, to look, to listen and then to attempt some act which flows harmoniously out of the whole meaning, movement and essence of the situation.

We are constantly striving, constantly making an effort, constantly trying to anticipate the future and control its outcome, constantly asking how we can become more creative. But what if creativity is an inevitable as breathing and what we are really doing most of the time is blocking this natural force? continue

INCOMPATIBLES (?) Ken and Jesse. Que pasaría?

WILBER & JESSE JANE

Todos tenemos prejuicios. Me cuesta mucho trabajar con ciertas razas. Uno crea con la experiencia incompatibilidades y prejuicios. El peligro está en crear conflictos, complejos, fobias, odios o rencor en virtud de experiencias inmateriales. Las ideologias y las creencias son terribles porque colapsan el tráfico de ideas. Uno debe de cuestionar todo. Espein es un lugar mágico. Existen fantasmas y odios intemporales. Existen paquetes de conceptos inseparables. Uno no puede ser católico y socialmente comprometido (que asco de palabra). No puede ser españolista y cosmopolita. No puedes ser conservador y abortista. Se encarcelan definiciones y son soldadas unas a otras. Se forman bloques inexcrutables en los que la individualidad del personaje se colapsa. El grupo (el inconsciente colectivo jungiano) se come al hombre. Este cuerpo dice soy gnóstico/cristiano. Soy liberal, defensor del libre mercado. Soy conservador. Soy hippie. Soy un urbanita. No me gusta la masa pero me gusta sentirla cerca. Soy un pornógrafo. Soy amante de Jenna Jameson y Jesse Jane. Soy un hijo de la India. Soy anti-comunista. Soy sufi. Soy futbolero. Detesto la noche. Soy sanabres pero detesto a los sanabreses. No creo en la igualdad del hombre. Creo que es obligatorio dar a los necesitados. No creo en los impuestos. Creo en la caridad. Soy corredor de fondo. Soy vago. Este cuerpo tiene miedo. Confio en los tecnocratas.  Odio la New Age. Odio a los cantautores. Odio a los modernos catalanes y la musica electronica.

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Author and The act of creation

George´s main friend. This man had a vision of the transcendent, of an intense light that could stretch across the universe, of a light so bright that it formed a new color, light so intense that it would penetrate matter. His dream for the new millennium is for a human being that exudes creativity, as something that bubbles up out of the matter of the cosmos and how it can be found within the very substance of our bodies. He is simply idiot.

Locas but very decent. Las dos Marias

We have received a request from Maria Silva, who is living now in London. She wishes to see this post in a new position, very far away from the last one. If you remember her picture was near an advertisement of a penis enlargement machine. We admitt the request. She and Maria Prada are two crazy girls (LOCAS) but they are very decent.

   
Spanish crazy girls

Reirse en los terrenos baldios o Brother's Keeper

 Brother's Keeper is a 1992 documentary directed by Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky. The film is about an alleged 1990 murder in the village of Munnsville.

Es duro darse cuenta, tras años de espera, que puedes haber estado perdiendo el tiempo. Uno idealiza los esfuerzos y, cuando tienes 40 años, despiertas del sueño. Al menos sabes que fuiste puro. Te mentiste sin maldad. Fue un sacrificio genuino. Puedes morirte en paz. Has sido tonto pero inocente. En el fondo, vivir es eso. Es reconocer que todo ha sido baldio y mantener la entereza. Lo cobarde es vivir manteniendo la imagen infantil, negando la posibilidad de haber percibido la vida mal. Y yo dando soflamas. Maestro Ciruela.

   

Uno debe saber que, aún con todo cumplido, no deja de ser un siervo, un mendigo, que solo desea que llegue la ayuda. Detras del coche, las propiedades, el despacho, el crédito, solo está la prisión. Una de la que no escapas nunca. Y entonces te ries.

Santo oculto bajo paraguas

Vicente Ferrer y su señora.

No sale por el mundo mostrando su capa y está siempre en acción. El heroe perpetuo, el que marca los pasos en la evolución del hombre no está interesado en nada en concreto. Está en todo. Sus pasos no son sonoros. Sin luz, sin movimiento, sin pausa, sin tiempo ni espacio. El todo y la nada. El heroe is back.

Mi pobre salud desea

desea realmente que haya valido la pena...

  BROKEN FEET, THAT UGLY and could MOUNTAIN, a CASTLE up to 1300 mts...GGGrrrrrr

LOVE TOTUM REVOLUTUM

DOG AND KIDS. BEST FRIEND AND EVIL FORCES.

Truth and Love NO MAKE UP, NO LIGHTS, NO GLAM. WHO NEEDS THAT? SHE IS THE QUEEN OF PORN.

Neti, neti, loco

Now that state of pure Witnessing is 'half-way' home to the Great Liberation. This pure Cartesian dualism is actually Shankara's great Crest Jewel of Discrimination : I am not this, I am not that— neti, neti . The pure Seer is not any objects that can be seen—and that PURE dualism is the causal realm in its all formless, pure, empty glory. It is an unbelievably high state—second only to the ultimate nondual—and that is why, if you THOROUGHLY experience this pure dualism, you are indeed half-way home. You can already feel some of this Great Liberation in that, as you rest in the ease of witnessing this moment, you already feel that you are free from the suffocating constriction of mere objects, mere feelings, mere thoughts—they all come and go, but you are the vast, free, empty, open Witness of them all, untouched by their torments and tortures. "This is actually the profound discovery of Purusha, of Shiva, of the pure divine Self, the formless Witness, causal nothingness, the vast Emptiness in which the entire world arises, stays a bit, and passes. And you are That . You are not the body, not the ego, not nature, not thoughts, not this, not that—you are a vast Emptiness, Freedom, Release, and Liberation. "With this discovery, to repeat, you are half-way home. You have dis-identified from any and all finite objects; you rest as infinite Consciousness. You are free, open, empty, clear, radiant, released, liberated, exalted, drenched in a blissful emptiness that exists prior to space, prior to time, prior to tears and terror; prior to pain and mortality and suffering and death. You have found the great Unborn, the vast Abyss, the unqualifiable Ground of all that is, and all that was, and all that ever shall be. "But why..." Powell looked gently at all of us. "Why is that only half-way home? Because as you rest in the infinite ease of consciousness, spontaneously aware of all that is arising, there will soon enough come the great catastrophe of final Freedom and Fullness: the Witness itself will disappear entirely, and instead of witnessing the sky, you are the sky; instead of touching the earth, you are the earth; instead of hearing the thunder, you are the thunder. You and the entire Kosmos become One Taste—you can drink the Pacific Ocean in a single gulp, hold Mt. Everest in the palm of your hand; supernovas swirl in your heart and the solar system replaces your head." Powell's radiant skin seemed to glow from within, a translucent ebony plugged into some sort of scintillating Kosmic energy source. "To put it in dry technical terms, beyond the causal—which retains the primary dualism of Subject versus all objects—there lies the pure Nondual state, where the Subject and All Objects become One Taste, where Emptiness and Form become 'not-two, not-one.' But don't mistake One Taste for nature mysticism—in the Nondual state, Gaia can disappear entirely, as she does in dreams and deep sleep, and you are still One Taste, you are still Freedom and Fullness in all domains that arise. Gaia is just another finite object, and you are not this, not that. But if Gaia arises, fine, then you are one with Gaia. If nothing arises, you are one with nothing. You are One Taste, the empty mirror that is one with any and all objects that arise in its embrace, a mindlessly vast translucent expanse, infinite, eternal, radiant beyond release. And you... are... That. ··············································································································· "So the primary Cartesian dualism—which is simply the dualism between Shiva and Shakti, Purusha and Prakriti, in here and out there, subject and object, the empty Witness and all things witnessed—is finally undone and overcome in nondual One Taste. Once you actually and fully contact the Witness, then—and only then—can it be transcended into radical Nonduality, and half-way home becomes fully home, here in the ever-present wonder of what is. "This, of course, is the profound meaning of Tantra. Shiva or Purusha (the Seer or the Witness, the pure formless Consciousness) is usually depicted as a male; and Shakti or Prakriti (the Seen, or the entire world of manifestation) is often depicted as a female. The point, of course, is that you are supposed to identify with both . Tantric art always shows Shiva and Shakti making love, or becoming One and Nondual. This is the eternal, erotic, ecstatic embrace of subject and object, mind and body, male and female, in here and out there—an embrace that lights up the sky with the shouts of the stars as they make love with infinity. ******************************************************************** "And so how do you know that you have finally and really overcome the Cartesian dualism? Very simple: if you have really overcome the Cartesian dualism, then you no longer feel that you are on this side of your face looking at the world out there. There is only the world, and you are all of that; you actually feel that you are one with everything that is arising moment to moment. You are not merely on this side of your face looking out there. 'In here' and 'out there' have become One Taste with a shuddering obviousness and certainty so profound it feels like a five-ton rock just dropped on your head. It is, shall we say, a feeling hard to miss." Powell smiled gently, her awareness floating in the room. ******************************************************************** "At that point, which is actually your ever-present condition, there is no exclusive identity with this particular organism, no constriction of consciousness to the head, a constriction that makes it seem that 'you' are in the head looking at the rest of the world out there; there is no binding of attention to the personal bodymind: instead, consciousness is one with all that is arising—a vast, open, transparent, radiant, infinitely Free and infinitely Full expanse that embraces the entire Kosmos, so that every single subject and every single object are erotically united in the Great Embrace of One Taste. You disappear from merely being behind your eyes, and you become the All, you directly and actually feel that your basic identity is everything that is arising moment to moment (just as previously you felt that your identify was with this finite, partial, separate, mortal coil of flesh you call a body). Inside and outside have become One Taste. I tell you, it can happen just like that!" and Lesa snapped her fingers—"The sound of one hand clapping," she whispered.

Mu!!