Conversación con el Dr. Máximo Esquilmer

—Hay que tener paciencia para comer caramelos, porque uno tiende a morderlos. Haces el esfuerzo por mantenerlo entero el mayor tiempo posible pero es inútil. Luego, cuando está chiquitito te dices a ti mismo "lo hubiera mordido"
—Una vez un caramelo me mordió
—Mentira
—...en fragmentos es como vidrio dulce en la boca
—Las paltas que compro acá vienen de perú, de vacaciones. se pasean, toman fotos y las cuelgan en el facebook. Luego regresan con un polo que dice Berlin.
—El polo habla (!) pero bueno, solo se sabe una palabra. Que pena. Y juega polo?
—El polo? No, juega golf.
vii.ix.mmvii

Conversation with Dr. Maximus Mocker

—One has to be patient when eating candy, because one tends to bite them. Sometimes one makes the effort to keep the whole candy without biting it. Then when it's a tiny piece, one thinks "I should have bitten it".
—Once a candy bit me.
—A lie.
—When fragmented is like pieces of broken glass inside your mouth.
—The avocados that I buy here come from Peru; to vacation. They take walks and pictures that they later upload to their Facebooks. They comeback with a T-shirt that says Berlin.
—The t-shirt speaks (!) but well, it only knows one word.

Terry Cola

Siempre he pensado que debería existir una gaseosa que se llame Terri-cola. Cuando se lo conté a V, me dijo que debería llevar el rostro de Terry, el chico que aparece en Candy. Ahora pienso en el ex presidente Fernando Belaunde Terry y que el envase debería ser completamente redondo. Imposible de almacenar, por el contrario, sería muy fácil de limpiar. Otra opción sería Larga Cola. Esta última la podrían vender en las afueras del Banco de la Nación, o para no irnos tan cerca, del Banco de Crédito.

Potentially interesting narratives

Four out of 224.


Isla de Man


Saint Pierre y Miquelon


Djibouti


Cambodia

Rapunzel

or how to create terribly insufficient parallels

I've been thinking about my way of being and escapism. My hair keeps growing and I let it do so. I've came up with an explanation where I have set up a rapunzellian adventure of inner growth, where I'm the one who forces me to be locked up faraway from exposing myself. I'm Rapunzel and the witch at the same time. When I'm ready to destroy the tower, I also will be the prince.

On Why Kinicals, Existentialists, Nihilists, and Cynics Feel The Way They Do When They Do

Nothing is unexplainable. The explanation may be wrong but that's another thing

Behind every realist/idealist, lies a romantic that believes so firmly in their ideals* that whenever they are crushed (and they knew they were going to anyway) something decompresses inside of them. Two opposite poles.. and that is probably the worst analogy to use but one can picture it like this: a system where two engines are moving in opposite directions at a random regular rhythm. Whenever there is an acceleration in one of them they will feel either optimistic or full of disbelief.

But when both poles accelerate at the same time, there is an inevitable convulsion and they crash and everything collapses. the whole system stops and they feel neither optimistic or pessimistic. They just feel nothing at all. Absolute void. They experience (as a simile to what happens in the universe), the expansion of time and space, inside of them. And of course, in their most inner core there is nothing but a black hole.

* The idea of the Electric Monk is described by Douglas Adams in his book Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency. The Electric Monk was a labour-saving device that believed in things for you, thus saving you of what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all the things the world expected you to believe.' —xxix.vii.mmvi

Desert theories

I do not know how much time passed between one and the following events but I remember waking up in the shore of a rather small lake, to be more exact I was in an oasis in the middle of the desert—which confirms my theory that every little piece of water in the world is connected. The people standing in front of me took me on their shoulders and left.

None of them would call themselves by the same name more than once and therefore the days with them were very confusing. They had the strangest giraffe; it could walk days and days without having nothing to eat. When they realized I could not walk anymore they let me ride the giraffe. At this point I think it could have been a camel—this contradicts my theory in which giraffes lose their spots to mimic themselves with the desert.

Short story about the color of the sea

Sitting in a boat
in the middle of the sea
are Celeste and Pistacchio.
Celeste falls.
Pistacchio follows her.
(As I was falling into the water I realized I would never see it again. I still don't know what we were waiting for.)

: Yves Netzhammer

i found about his existence in 2005 in a book, one that also featured chris ware



I need to learn german



and find more


about this



I do.

Hotel Presidente

Era el nombre del hotel en Huancayo.
En la Oroya, el hotel se llamaba El Inca.
Co-incidencias.

No voté por Lourdes
No voté por Ollanta
No voté por Alan

Ideas de sentido común que reaparecen cada vez que hay elecciones: La polarización entre el candidato de los ricos y el candidato de los pobres. Según esto, provenir del pueblo le da a uno una mayor conciencia de los otros, lo que permitir´a preocuparse de manera equitativa por los demás sectores. A ello se apela cuando se habla de candidatos de los pitucos como aquellos que solo van a representar el interés de los ricos. Esa es una simplificación de la estructura social del país.

La pertenencia a una clase o a otra, no le brinda a uno automáticamente una mejor comprensión de aquella realidad de la que forma parte. Al fin y al cabo, quien este en el poder tendrá que interactuar con grupos de poder porque de eso se trata la política. No ayuda en nada el polarizar al país en estas lecturas simples. Menos que en la procedencia de clase, deberíamos prestar atención a su carrera política, y la de los que los acompañan, a los programas de gobierno, y a las propuestas ideológicas que suscriben.

Juego de roles

El dijo que podía ser una druida.
Yo le dije que quería ser una bomba atómica.
Ella estuvo de acuerdo.
El dijo que no podía ser una bomba atómica.