Illusion of disillusions

Mi foto
Nombre: K.
Ubicación: Tuvalu

Pensé que no tenía origen, que simplemente era una letra que soñaba ser borboleta; tres líneas cruzadas que se asombraban con sus encuentros y desencuentros; pensé que era alguien a quien le aterrorizaba el aterrizaje y prefería usar las palabras para asirse a la tierra. Ahora sé que vengo de los jázaros y que los sueños (tanto dormida como despierta) son lo mio. Algunos (creen que) me (llaman) gusta el (ser) Bella Durmiente. Yo sé que soy (Bella) y (que) duermo, y sin embargo, (no) espero el (beso) ajeno (para) despertar.

martes, julio 25, 2006

Singing dunes

What can be more beautiful than a mountain of sand that whispers and sighs?

singing dunes

lunes, julio 24, 2006

Libano e Israel... donde se crean Anna Franks modernas...

(del NYtimes)

July 24, 2006
Link by Link

Anne Frank 2006: War Diaries Online

JUST over a decade ago, as another of the world’s great ethnic tinderboxes — the former Yugoslavia — was about to catch fire, 11-year-old Zlata Filipovic of Croatia began keeping a diary.

The poignancy of the journal rises in large part from Zlata’s sober acclimation, in latter entries, to life as it was disintegrating around her. From the concerns of a modern middle-class girl in 1991 — school, a new pair of skis, Madonna’s fan club — Zlata’s journal became a diary, too, of bombs and snipers’ bullets zipping through her bedroom, of food shortages and blackouts and death. Her journal was eventually published and she was billed as a latter-day Anne Frank.

But as the world’s gaze has turned to another ethnic and religious calamity — this time between Israel and militants in Lebanon — a question that almost immediately arises is just what Zlata Filipovic, or even Anne Frank, might have made of

That’s where Galya Daube, a 15-year-old from Haifa, Israel, uploaded a jittery, first-person video clip last week, made as she ran through her home, rushed down whitewashed staircases and blurred her way from room to room toward the family’s bomb shelter (

Hezbollah, the Lebanon-based militant group that set off a furious air and artillery assault from Israel on July 12 by crossing the border and kidnapping two Israeli soldiers, was raining missiles of its own on Galya’s seaside city, where she was enjoying summer break between her freshman and sophomore years of high school.

A civil air raid siren can be heard in the background.

“I was home alone with my mom during the alarm,” Galya wrote in an e-mail message. She has since fled Haifa to stay with her brother in Tel Aviv. “Since my camera was right next to me, I made a short clip of my running down to the shelter. Once I saw the clip, I decided to post it online so people could get a glimpse of what we go through when under attack.”

Call it an entry in the diary of Galya Daube, for whom the self-generated distillation of daily life online is, after all, as it is for most people her age, a given. “We don’t really have a chance to speak our minds and share our thoughts on TV and in newspapers,” she said.

From the ravaged parts of Lebanon, meanwhile, several young scribes have been documenting Israel’s relentless pounding from their point of view in English-language blogs.

“Six blasts in the past 10 mn made this building rock,” wrote Mana, a diarist blogging from Beirut at, on July 15. “The sound of the jets is so faint I don’t think they’re very close.”

An hour later, she wrote: “I don’t want to become a refugee.”

Another Lebanese blogger, using the screen name Finkployd, delivers regular dispatches from the streets of the country’s capital city at

In a phone conversation, the 24-year-old, who works as a human-computer interaction specialist, said he preferred not to use his real name because “this country has quite the history for these kinds of events,” he said, “and the less you give away about yourself, the more you feel like you can stick around when it’s all over.”

Like the diary of Zlata, has evolved from a carefree, hobby blog to an embattled — and embittered — document of life irrevocably changed by war.

“This blog is about the Lebanon that is never in the news,” Finkployd wrote 18 months ago, “culture, environment, human rights, heritage, places, people, events — and lots of photography.” More than a year of entries followed, with posts and images covering Lebanon’s vibrant night life, gorgeous landscapes and the best places to go swimming.

Then came the Israeli bombs. “Here we go again,” Finkployd wrote on July 16. “More bombings, less sleep, and yet another drained battery. I wonder if they’ll ever invent candle-powered computers?”

Now he roams the country snapping pictures of exploding buildings, fleeing foreigners, garbage piling up as essential services are cut, and even dissonant signs of normal life amid the chaos: fruit for sale, smiling locals, defiant night life.

There is no getting around the outrage at Israel, he and many commentators suggest, has gone too far in its attacks, punishing — and killing — scores of innocent civilians in its retaliation against Hezbollah. The site’s author, however, said he was frustrated by the actors on both sides.

“Both have their agendas,” he said, “and both will carry them out whatever the cost.”

Just 80 miles to his south, his cynicism is shared by 23-year-old Yuval Kantor. As Hezbollah missiles rained down on Haifa, Mr. Kantor, along with his 12-year-old brother, Eyal, huddled in an inner corridor of their home. Mr. Kantor picked up his digital camera, shot some clips and posted them online at

In one, Eyal jokingly fakes the sound of an explosion (

“Don’t do that,” his older brother admonishes.

“O.K. It’s over, Mom,” Eyal tells his mother, who can be seen lying on the floor, a pillow pulled down hard against her head and ears.

“It’s not over,” she replies, and a few seconds later, she’s proved right. The low boom of a missile strike can be heard. “Oh, God! That was close,” she says.

Eyal gazes beyond the camera as his smile fades.

Mr. Kantor, a student at Hebrew University in Jerusalem, wrote in an e-mail message that his mother had since taken his brother south, out of Haifa and — presumably — out of the reach of Hezbollah’s missiles.

He has remained behind in Haifa, while on summer break, to keep watch on the house, and he said he posted the videos online because he wanted friends and family to see what was going on — “to show them my reality,” he said.

That reality, Mr. Kantor suggested, appears increasingly bleak, despite all of the technological aids human beings have developed for facilitating communication, the flow of information, and access to each others’ stories — despite the Internet, blogs and

“We tried to live together, in one country, and failed,’’ Mr. Kantor wrote. “We tried reaching peace based on two states for two people and failed. We tried to withdraw and close ourselves behind walls and failed.”

“Frankly, I’m losing hope. Perhaps we just have to get used to living in a war.”

AIH for mondays...

Perfect for a monday morning...

jueves, julio 20, 2006

libros a la medida

para todos aquellos que tenemos la necesidad de publicar, aunque sea únicamente para una edición de un solo ejemplar el cual podamos hojear y tener en la repisa de nuestras casas... ha llegado el momento, el lugar y la compañía para hacerlo.


martes, julio 18, 2006

e-mail pour le futur

Entras a una página, escribes un mensaje, pones una fecha...
y el mensaje se mandará... en el 2067...

esto es un proyecto artístico tipo "net art" en el que se extrapola la perspectiva del tiempo y de la comunicación...


Sociedades Matriarcales

Tristemente sólo muy pocos lugares en el mundo viven en la armonía y lucidez que significa la sociedad matriarcal...
El resto que quedamos fuera, podemos soñar al pensar en estos lugares...

  • Nagovisi - isla de Bouganville (frente a Papúa Nueva Guinea)
  • Minangkabau - oeste de Sumatra, Indonesia
  • Khasi - Nordeste de la India, en el estado de Meghalaya
  • Mosuo - Loshui, China

lunes, julio 17, 2006

lego furniture

to whomever outthere, this is the coolest furniture you could ever have...
and if you are around for my birthday or just if you want to send me a present... this is IT...


(viva Antoine Phelouzat)

nothing to say...

Really, nothing to say, but wanted to drop by and write Hi!
just because...


martes, julio 11, 2006

reading aids

to read or not to read is not the question...
the dilemma is how not to get hand cramps when you are reading for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours...

apparatus to make reading comfortier...

option no. 1
option no. 2
option no. 3
option no. 4
option no. 5

ilussion or desilussion

what are people searching for?

the Illusions of disillusions are the most wanted, because all illusions are, at best, disillusions....
its human nature, its reality. its life.
if illusions are disillusions
and life is illusion
ergo life is disillusion

merry coincidence tuesday

viernes, julio 07, 2006

learn to dream with one eye open


miércoles, julio 05, 2006


Don't let the pink elephant on the roof distract you...

martes, julio 04, 2006

El perro del mar

(suspiro ante la belleza)

lunes, julio 03, 2006

¿fractales o poesía?