22 feb 2010

When reality unveils

Is it because we are so blinded by other issues that we miss the main facts about things in life? Are we creators of certain aspects of reality? Of all of em?


“When an idea or theory ‘works’ it always does so relative to what we are asking of reality”
Jacob Needleman

Was I asking for this???? Ermmm… MAYBE! Maybe I knew it already; maybe I was just waiting for confirmation.

~What a wonderful assertion~


P.D: And yet, people keep throwing their insecurities on me. Dude, you need medical assistance ASAP!

10 feb 2010

something to think about

I hate the smell of coffee. A fiction entry.

I know I am not crazy, I know I shouldn’t sue Starbucks, I know I could just try again, I know, I know… I know I shouldn’t hate the smell of coffee but… I know every time the repulsive smell of coffee approaches to my nose I just want to puke, to poop, to cry… to scream.

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Being a 20 years old student in London can lead you to lots of stuff, mostly if you are a foreigner and you live in a warehouse in Shoreditch with 4 artists (ketamine addicts). I’m not saying that doing drugs is right or wrong, or that all my paranoia comes from there, I’m just talking about the circumstances, I’m talking about the tube, the bus, even about the cleaning products: I’m skint.

I cannot recall any time since I moved here when I could say that I had enough money to live a proper comfy life; I’ve been living in the shadows of ‘can you lend me 20 quid mate?’, in the soho flayerer drunk state , and now finally in the Starbuck’s hall of shame. Wicked! Got finally a kind of proper decent job where people don’t ask me if I sell coke, where I don’t stay until 3am in the cold pretending that I love the event I’m promoting, where I don’t have to explain directions, where I don’t even have to talk! Brilliant, where shall I sign?

I never truly loved Starbucks to be perfectly fair, I remember back home my friends coming from the States saying things like: wow! There is this really amazing coffee shop called Starbucks! I would respond like: oh really? No coffee can beat the one my mom drinks every morning; black Colombian coffee at 7am, “con-leche” at 9. It’s incredible how her world seemed to fall apart those days when coffee was regulated by the government so she couldn’t find it anywhere. Dear Chavez, just give their coffee to your people, they need it more than your words, thanks.

Starbucks was, anyways, a new thing for me, from the Christmas red cups fever to the ginger scented macchiato. However job was easy, I would make coffees like a robot by inertia.
I’ve never been a fan of coffee; I sold my soul to English, chai, red bush, liquorice, green and red chili teas 3 years ago when I first came to the UK. However my job was 100% coffee related. I was working at the very small and busy Starbucks in Camden, and I loved the view to the canal, sometimes I would go outside for a fag and see the sunset and all the lovely pseudo-freaks crossing the bridge up and down, up and down, and then below the bridge I would occasionally see the occasionally skunk smoker with long dreadlocks and big headphones listening to dubstep, maybe or some jungle, perhaps.

Certain sunny summer day the manager told all the staff that the shop would be closed in order to deep clean all the machinery, I thought that they hired specialists to do this but I guess I was wrong, and it makes sense after all, “special bonus benefits” they call it.
I was assigned to change the coffee filters of the espresso machine, some colleague explained me how to do it so I started. At this point of the story I don’t know if keep telling you or just give up and tell you “never mind, I can’t remember”, lie to you, in your face, just not to have this image inside my head again, ever: a dead rat! *runs to the toilet*

6 feb 2010

Dubstep

A dense cloud of smoke blinds you as you enter the place; the smell is sweet and spicy, as you walk you see people smoking skunk from a huge bong, some others from a supersized rizla, some people are wearing hoodies, some other have their hair dreadlocked long to their knees: dubstep and London city, that is all they have in common.

Bass is the base for dubstep sound, a bass that goes beyond any kind of bass heard before the existence of dubstep tunes, some people call it nasty or/and evil bass. The DJs are dropping tunes that go back to “jungle” tunes and dark drum ’n’ bass tunes, but with a crucial difference: they focus on bass riffs so thrillingly distorted, loud and hypnotically slow that you just cannot deny or either avoid the feeling of your body going back and forward to the rhythm of the music. This, essentially, is the sound of dubstep.

Is early years of the new era at Big Apple records, a new talent is born; he is Skream, he is 20, he is from Croydon and he is here to produce what it will become the first sounds of dubstep.
However, dubstep is natively from down-the-river suburbs of Brixton, in resume, a complete “ldn” sound, and it will stay like this for the next couple of years, in the dark, smoky, shoe-box-sized venues of south London. By this moment, dubstep remains in the dark, out of the hype. It is just six years later when Skream will release his first album, for which he will have some publicity in order to let know the world about dubstep, even though the female Dj Anne Hobbs is already playing some dark dub tunes at Radio 1.

Dubstep was getting known by more and more people, and at the end what made dubstep so appealing to the people (and still does) is the friendly environment of everyone sharing the same passion for the same bass beats. As many people know, this is not how we recognize or describe many if not most of the places around Leicester Square a Friday night out.

Where some girls are wearing uncomfortable heels in order to look “sexy” and “girly”, some other are wearing flat hand-made sandals or just some cheap colorful old trainers.

Dubstep is a London thing, first of all because it was originated from London, and second of all because is made from proper suburb Londoners. We don’t talk here about international guest DJs, here we talk about Rusko with his Cockney thug, we talk about Stenchman’s scary mask, and we are talking about Doctor P’s Sweet shop, just to mention some very typical things you might find in a dubstep party in London, not anywhere else.

Nowadays dubstep more than just a genre of electronic music, is becoming a whole set of a culture. A culture as Indie culture is, also natively from the UK but a bit more up north in the university city of Manchester, both with a whole kind of invisible and “unconscious” system of clothing and fashions. A typical dubstep guy would normally wear baggy sweatpants or jeans, with some old, already wasted DC shoes and finally an oversized hoodie, being this last one, the most important element of their fashion as it gives the proper dubstep “look”. Anyhow, if your dubstep influences are more rooted on good-old jungle or ragga tunes then you would want to dreadlock your long hair and wear some hand-made kind of clothing, this applies either to males to females, in dubstep (contrary to Indie) there is no difference.

In conclusion, dubstep culture in fashion, came as a counterpart and antithesis of what dancey, mainstream, electro and clubby R’n’B culture, even Indie cultures have made: separation almost complete of gender. When in almost everywhere in the world girls are trying to look the most “girly” that they can, in London’s dubstep nights they can wear from oversized colorful hoodies to hand-made skirts made from cannabis hemp (they make a fabric to be known as super resistant and 100% eco-friendly).

Long live to dubstep, i say

A blog entry on... blogs

This is, for the record, the 6th blog I start. Somehow I either forget to update with new entries or sometimes I just don’t have anything interesting to say (as one of my favorite professors indirectly told me, being this more likely to be the truth, and God bless him for letting me know so I can make a better use of my brain now). After all, why should I waste words that won’t be of any interest for anyone but me?

I look back into my old blogs and I can’t stop laughing on embarrassment reading those good-old entries on restaurants I visited or those haiku poems and the very sad entries of me dreaming about living in England…*stops*. Ermm… Is this boring you?

I know; it bores you to read about my life, after all, who am I? I wouldn’t say the typical cliché of “I’m just a regular girl trying to make it herself in life” but I haven’t appeared on TV either; I haven’t done or been involved in anything that you might find interesting, I reckon. But hey! Let’s be fair about it and say that I’m interesting on my own way. You disagree? You don’t care? Whatever, it doesn’t surprise me at all, why would you? At the end you have more interesting things to do, you say.

Anyhow, if I stop and think about what is the purpose of a blog, I don’t quite find the answer; if is not for you to feel free of publishing your thoughts and share them to the world and then find out that maybe some other people might been feeling like you (or not) and then create brand new ideas, then why creating a blog?

As I’ve been researching there exist different kinds of blogs: video blogs (vlogs), photoblogs, etc, each one of them with one purpose and way of transmitting some kind of information, feeling or thought. And then, there are different genres for each of these types of blogs. So basically you are completely free to express yourself and even create new forms of art, online.

However, let’s not be pretentious about it, is not that just because you own a blog, everyone will read it, actually, for some people the fact the they are being read by other people has no meaning what so ever. What is important for a blogger, I’m talking about me here, is the fact of being able to put some thoughts together and keep a record on it, like having you own little magazine where you can even design your own layout and make it look however you like. And no, It’s not a Barbie dear diary, no is not an “emo” pseudo-suicidal plan journal, it is way more than that, it’s a whole new world of even self-discovery.

Also, as I’ve been learning lately, blogs are not only a part of an entertaining medium, but they also can work as a secondary research tool on any topic you want to learn about, as many of the entries can be links to other websites containing further or more interesting information about that topic you are researching.

Blogs have had a great impact on politics too, as for each entry other people can also contribute with their opinion and thus create an in-depth analysis on the situation. These topics can go from Euthanasia to the economic meltdown. The means of this kind of blogs will depend on their popularity, so the number of readers it’s meaningful in this case.

In sum, blogs are one of the widest and more accessible medium of online communication nowadays that can be used by anyone with a desire of posting “stuff” and play “the message in the bottle” kind of game.

Concluding, from my grandma’s blog, where she posts her delicious recipes to the world, to celebrity gossip blogs, where you can lively learn about the hottest scandals of your favorite (or not so) star, I just can’t deny the awesomeness and power of the web-log world.