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hebdo.materzunge

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…queriendo decir, hemos sido paridos por la boca?
le debo a mi amigo toni unas palabras por su primera novela despues d 15
a~os, y pienso q vale la pena compartir lo q llevo rumiando…esteee…desde
noviembre.
el libro, firmado a.g.porta, se titula ‘braudel por braudel’ y confieso q me
pase las primeras quince o veinte páginas luchando con el texto- cuestionando
la gramaticalidad de algunas frases, editando mentalmente ciertos giros,
debatiendo ciertas peculiaridades de una tercera persona q por momentos
parece una especie de desdoblamiento dl protagonista…
pero precisamente este efecto es el q se va haciendo más seductor y positivo-
no sé por qué, hasta absorbente para este lector…
el libro va acumulando una serie de…pistas, cuasi-revelaciones q parecen
se~alar situaciones arquetípicas q bordean con el cliché- pero de manera tan
ambigua, llana y asumida a una y la misma vez q quiero creer q toni ha
encontrado un juego escalofriante de metaforizar en situación límite las
convencionales evasiones personales q se nos hacen intolerables en los
momentos de agobiante lucidez q parecen acompa~ar- si no definir- la crisis d
la mediana edad…
comprendo q he dicho muy poco, pero valga el parrafito para lograr seducir a
este diverso grupo de amigos, conocidos & compa~eros de viaje como para q
soliciten, busquen, encuentren y devoren esta peque~a, incomodante joya
narrativa…ah, toni, perdona, por alguna rara defensa contra su poco
convencional naturaleza, he olvidado el nombre d la editorial…cuando
regrese a puerto rico la semana q viene- y relea el libro, como me lo tengo
prometido desde la despedida dl…milenio- podré remitir las se~as
pertinentes…
un abrazo a todos,
davidj=(8{>

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March 29th, 2000 at 2:03 pm

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hebdo.wanderlust/lost…

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…& found again. a state of grace recovered in small, loving gestures-
puerto viejo tappd into childhood memory smells- farm, jungle & beach all
rolld into one: dense seagrape & beach almendro leafrot composting into humus
over sand, wetlands drainage ditches snaking along & across th little resort
property bungalows; tall, skinny wild guava trees dropping their fruit by th
unpaved roadside…
i managed to pull about six hours of intense virtual office reorganizing
yesterday before burning out. gracias mil a carlos & hayvis for their
hospitality & their spanking-new, superfast gateway computer.
‘la comida dl pobre viene toda junta’: to wit, all of a sudden, i have a lot
on my plate & i’m again faced w/ making choices, deciding priorities,
trusting my (seemingly, feelingly) tentative & compromisd instincts: i’ve
been given a chance to possibly blossom as a business networker & seek
investors w/ fairly deep pockets in puerto rico for diverse projects in costa
rica, mostly related to th developing ecotourism sector on th caribe sur
coast around puerto viejo. th emotional fly in th ointment is th news that th
digital filmmaking workshop director bigas luna is setting up in barcelona
begins on april 28!!
i’m taking deep breaths, detaching from my inner mom voice reminding me how i
missd a good chance to take a new york film academy low-budget production
course in paris in part @ least because of my ill-timed stint as a volunteer
editing assistant for ak press in san francisco, in th spring of ‘98. this is
a great chance to ‘do th footwork & detach from expected results’: a digital
camera & laptop are required for participation & shopping for them is one of
th main tasks of my stay in miami. i cannot change th past, i cannot bend th
future: i can only take care of- & responsibility for- th present…
and th oscar goes to…
love, love above all…d=(8{>

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March 26th, 2000 at 8:53 pm

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hebdo.back-amStrand-again

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it’ll be a week tomorrow since i arrivd in puerto viejo d talamanca. big
italian colony. costa d papito was full for th night i arrived, then it was
spotty for th week, so i ended up staying @ their neighbors’- sandra & leo
from brescia, not far from milano…
just found out bill mclarney’s in town! maybe i’ll get to meet th guy before
i head back to san jose next sunday, guatemala next wednesday, miami th
following sunday…
guatemala was a bit of a bust, @ least partly because of my thin skin for
soical inequalities & aggressive hustling.(i was even propositioned by a
middle-aging mayan guy in antigua…)
isabel was hitting critical mass after th terrible theft of new computers &
most of her business’office equipment, but she certainly didn’t need me to
hold her hand, she just needed to deal w/ th fallout- personal &
professional- which made me wish i’d headed down this way directly, but it
was a learning experience as focused & gentle as they come, so why complain?
happy happy happy to just be able to communicate, what w/ flooded landlines,
overloaded servers knocking off, telephone service spotty @ best…i want to
cook dinner & propose buisness owners get together & see if they can
negotiate
some deal for a total wireless package, see if www.wanderlustmedia.com can
sponsor maybe half of th setup/startup costs, if they don’t come to more than
$5-6k…satellite dish? couple of state of th art dells? anybody out there
wanna help me do th numbers & join th sponsorship? gonna start talkin’it
up…who knows, i may be returning here regularly, th place vibrrrates in my
childhood memories so deeply…(flowing love, à suivre…)
d.zettj=(8{>

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March 15th, 2000 at 2:41 pm

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hebdo.parasamgate?

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…meaning, ‘wholly gone over’ or ‘gone to th other side’:
th mantra @ th end of th ‘heart of perfect wisdom’, known as th ‘heart sutra’
for short- th most perfect, radical, concentrated, direct, confrontational,
purifying, world-healing, & why not say it, enlightening spiritual text in
any culture- in my humble, frayed, coverless, hand-printed book, @ least…
saludos desde antigua, guatemala. i just had to let it go.
you set yr boundries for safe distance yr way, i’m still learning to set
mine. i may not follow it to th distorted, self-critical letter of perfection
i have learned to hold myself hostage to, but i have a program, i keep
remembering & being reminded of in th best, genstlest, sweetest, toughloving
ways my inner adolescent steppenwolf cd ever wish for.
mucho amore, d.settj=(8{>

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March 3rd, 2000 at 3:13 pm

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