MDAW IV-2017 & VHSing

 

 
 
 

And now for something completely different
 

Skype connexion w India, Lexi & Laura


💋 💋 ❤️ ❤️ el único fruto del amor, es la pataaataa, es la pataataa 🍟 🍟 💋 ❤️ ❤️
 

 
 

S O M E T H I N G T O L I S T E N O C O R A

 
 

Me writtings when I've past the PONR

 
 
 

Diminuta dinamita de minuto de minotauro en minoria en maresía en isla de herejía en celosa cría algo-flor venenosa último tiento silencioso abriendo pois pois. Eso escrito y enviado a celular, enviado sin saber la lengua, olvidando el diccionario que traduce el sabor de la sal de la isla desierta del mini-minotauro, pobre… tan allá y tan solo, en su isla pezón en el pecho de la purita mar. Y de la flor, de la flor hermosa, demasiado hermosa y en verdad venenosa demasiado también que le hace compañía, que él quisiera acariciar y llevarse de paseo … de paseo no más, de mirar las olas siempre, de oliendo la humedad áspera por el espacio áspero de su piél de minotauro trágico que se pinta los labios con la sangre de no poder compartir sus sueños. Y claro que el mino arranca la mina y todos morimos, todas morimos en las manos de la pasíon, de la pasión enajenada de querernos acompañados, apapachados y rebozados en el perfume del estar dentro, dentro del corazón de la vida, dentro del corazón de la vida, dentro, más adentro, más. Y ya no va el majo del minotaurito a poder ver el ese eme ese que le respondieron, porque arrancó la flor y osea así es que se pinchó en sus mini-cuernitos de querer olerla mucho, de queriendo olerla toda. Y la flor sí ya fué de paseo, un paseo primero y último perfumando la negra crin del minotauro, la negra lengua de la noche de sueño eterno a la que se dirigen y que los digiere, los va digiriendo mientras tu y yo leemos esto. Buen viaje… deseo, de ese o seres

 
 
 

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City pompoem & shiva-bird (POC)

 

gashô

   

Like places to be

not to represent

like places

that come as I come

that leave as I leave

that take their shoes

off

and then we’re both barefeet

Like places

that do not wait

that do not strive

to be free,

present in those places

and sometimes in me

is all that there is

and then is so much

joy laughter clap blinking teeth swallow light root exploring flees

single hair soft carcasing inner buik love littering earth pause

rec pause warrior dreaming comb waste and words

diffused now but moving but still, grabbing fingers

making families of dreams (SIN). Crystal boats smiling explosions

pause

flowers and flowers and flowers through the mouth, go!

Flies over tech place to sit walking pussy juicy pussy smell of pussy

actually a wall a black dog a black cat sunshine money

transit

green

red

ambar

broken

child

bells

breathing shadows narrow street narrow mind crap turists fast amicci

eating cramps eating people uneat.

Some hot some wheels white tide parking bonheur with a fine

stupid pidgeon funeral dance gathering sidewalks great bracagem

deadman just arrived dressing noise put finger on computer

taxi fart escaping thoughts hand in left nipple bullshit story

serpent eyes afternoon deceasing monkey-donkey more bells

nother cigarrette glasses of seeing beer beer beer beer, glub glub glub.

Play limbo macarena dust and satan licking a police officer drums

lies sweating socks garbaging, flaneuring, mimetizing bullets,

so you’re sad, good for you

so you’re hungry, good for you

so you’re dying, good for you!!

Sun on back, CO2, pulp, mesh, tram, and so on.

Early morning whores consecutively beating time non confirmation

no-notion no self preserve bowel moving crazy crow crazy crowd

ineptitude free form lost self again with feeling repetitive tas keh teh

error manager family as a concept red car fashion names bird massacre

killing me body that man! no legs we’re late to begin with.

Patience is expensive cunt.

A shower of fat cockroach ride more fucking turists or…

how we go? where is here? do you come?

Walk with your mouth open so everything gets in

pregnancy thanks world boom

BOOM! and so on

Cat glued night smells from exoesqueleton tight passage holes everywhere

inside men cora bombóm muak windy stranger

inside heart moon also closing accounting exchange analog intel

remembering hili hili hiii music

inside music once in a lifetime bird shelter bird shit

but much more dog shit idea sidewalk made of dof shit brillant theme (DIC)

dusk coolnes fatigue clothes being washed turbo nap tucha tea

fullfilment of something of something tender song

zeitgeist telescope planet zeug we play I’m a dog… and I need a TRRRRela

now you’re an owner this is your game your rules fofinho.

Too much planing aquaplaning Karma’s arm this on me

delicious food from the hands of a warm heart belonging tram bus

bus metro metro tram black gypsy white blue yellow mustard

outskirt antennas buracos buraca green lung rotonda rotonda rotonda

desert sunday crowilng downtown lay down metro tram bus bus metro

roasted chicken black beer VHS tapes nederlands lusitania retardant

comma full stop small stop fear cooperative treminhas red shoes

louder african lady verbal change just every-where here it is here it comes

dig da noiz this guy eyes out of sockets knife-mind yields his hands…

I look him in the eye and ask what? He looking in the eye

hand full of coins says money dirty money I say NO he goes around

the wagon annoying people feel like farting him out of this

galaxy

Kanthavel Alex Lauri Snup Albi Dani Xico Piter Arne Lagoa Shiva Karma Biuli

bus again swalloed eyes going coming returning leaving arriving

happy seriousness communication terminals rush hour tired

low elbow and blue building sunset road… and so on

 
 

} crossing a river and flying through the blue skies {

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
That was a lovely pumé. On the other hands this footage I’ve gathered to show kiznit Leo the devastation of the 500 KGs shiva-bird when it’s sad, je je je maraculya quety nime poka jurobs mamóm!!! 👹🐜🐞🐣🌞🌻 & 💩🌂🌿🌪🌽
 

 
 

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DANI ➋➏ if it’s a portrait, is mine

 

 

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between silicona (je je), lubuntus

 

 

📻 ☀️ 🍉 🎎 🔊 🍐🚩

Stream Radio3 

http://radio3.rtveradio.cires21.com/radio3/mp3/icecast.audio

Stream Stress.fm 

http://193.136.128.81:8000/stress.mp3

 




Between assignments, between plumbimg fixing, wood drawer making and a bunch of other sybarite tasks I put in my head I wanted to recover this 10+ years ancient laptop. Research, let it sip and sunsets later I managed to do so. Escucha Mamem, my main goal was to get rid of the windows xp OS’ cancer, of the viruses ( everybody and their dog has abused this poor guy and without condom, pssss, brutus!!) and to be able to use it as an audio/media center as it can read cds, stream fron the web and of course play its own audio files; it even has a sd card reader to expedite (meek meek) the data exchange.

Was easy to figure out that being so old the best option was to run linux. It’s said to be 300+ linux distros, but in the present case the options got narrowed to a few possibilities. The defining specs of the machine are single core chip ( so 32bit), 486MB of RAM ( I know 486?!!) and 50+ GB ATA drive ( that’s pretty awesome).

 

So hammer in one hand and the other holding my testes ( just ’cause it fells good) I flushed 3 possible OSes into an ext disk, then I tried Mint, it looked very nice, many image ( even video) programs but ran too slow. I also realized that other than visualizing some photos I wouldn’t be doing any editing in this machine, thus bye bye Mint. Then I tried Puppy_Slacko, you have to love that name. The puppies are the lightest OS I’ve ever seen, the whole thing loads and runs directly from the RAM!! It was very responsive but kind of uglysh and the tools available were… a bit lacking. Adding to this I figured out the maSchine’s bottleneck was gonna be the CPU; so bye bye Puppy_Slacko, good boy!!

 


 

Finally I tried and installed Lubuntu LXDE, which as I undertood is the gypsy cousin of the Ubuntu daughter of the Debian grandpa, yes the one who fought in WWI, who lost his teeth but still kicks ass. The interface was decent ( I’m spoiled by the shinny yet soft-pseudo-metalic, round cornered, pretty gradients, happy colours mood of OSX so…), the tools were superb, specially the browser and way more “modern” than puppy. System was overall responsive with the exception of net browsing. Firefox was demanding. Fixed that with Midori, a very nice and light web browser. Also went on and installed a handfull of packages: mpv ( despite that gnome video player seems to deal better with the system’s limited resources), fzf, htop ( dunno why ’cause the system manager is very good), guake terminal, vnstat, hh, thefuck, mozpeg, iftop ( w colours je je), z, shell-translate, boxes ( ?) and other light aliasing feathers so that a dumb monkey can pretend being doing something interesting (see, 4 ings denoting mucho bussy).

 

 

 

🐠

Case you wondering, the fish or Sinhorina Bujú as she likes to be called is on F12, which triggers a roll down full screen guake terminal. Idea is to be able to do so without looking, look mom no teesss

After minor soft and hard cosmetics everything was looking good but the keyboard. Some of the keys had turn into zombies and others were dead and buried… and for the life of me using another keyboard was completelly out of question. The easy rute seemed AutoKeys, yet at a whooping 300+ MB grandpa said I’m too old for this shite. So I had to remap the keys manually ( xev helped). First I tried with xbindings (not quite there), also moddifying X11 keymapings (neither) and finally managed with xmodmap.   

Ran updates, stickers’ due, fed C-vitmin to grandpa and fit his glasses , browsed and wondered the interwebs for a bit , connected maxrlub ( silly name) to boombox, fired up and config wifi, created an m3u playlist with the stream address in audaccious ( great stock audio player) and now I can listen to radio3 and stress all day loooooooooooooooooooooog sucker +)

 

                                                       

 
 
PS
Also set up an streaming net around VLC, so all computers can send video and audio directly to the media station and/or play it in sync. Something I’ve always wanted to tray, go around the house and the music goes around with you =) hassle free, with no worries but wirelessly

 

                                                                  gas

 
 

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SCIENCE FRICTION or a couple weeks’ notes

 
23 February 2017

• Breakfast’s baked beans with fried egg on top, skating orange, toasted rye bread and coffee too… they all come with me on this bus to the city; then a train, then half an hour car ride to arrive at the same spot we are already, greit! Lets keep it rolling!

• Last time I was in Lisbon, a couple days with Bernie drafted this bit:

To see to drink to write.

Got sit got drunk got written.

While the kid gets here, LIFE passes by… “home” on the side of a truck.

To eat to drink to laugh.

Got eaten got drunker got laughter.

[…]

Tears of joy over the face of friendship

• The sprouted teenagers at the back of the bus – and they always go at the back – talking loudly; it would be annoying if they didn’t laugh but they laugh loudly aswell. Laughter is a present to yourself and to the world. gashô

• Pine trees on a yellow ground. Dark faded green and brighter yellow, can’t get tired

• Restaurant sign Dora’s little seed, wonderful!

• Magic, every time, entering the city through this high batom-bridge

• Noticed a diagonal through the river, wonder if it’s where both shores meet. Small waves

• Delivered gift, breif phone call with Dani… dear Dani, inner smile kiss-kiss-underground, ticket bought, couple fags, a cute puppy and we’re moving again; on rails now

• Hon Shirabe / Basis to Enlighment in the shuffle soundtrack. Trains man, you’ve got to love trains. Shakuachi massage to the soul

• Things pass by and I remain still, yet I’m moving too. A cloud allows the monk to stop looking at the moon

• Factory called “grief”

• Feel so calm right now… what a contrast with the past few days

• Town called “swimming pool”, ha ha ha greit

• I shamelessly look at all the women’s asses, follow the folds on their clothes. I hold them all, for a little bit, on ma mind. Then they vanish

• This music has as much silence as it has music. I guess that’s one silly reason it helps widening the gap between​ thoughts… and entering a sleep like state. Jodorowsky wrote that when one wipes out the intellect, one sleeps, one enters the Universe

 
 
25 February 2017

 

• Bunch of days, rushing to rebirth, how are you my dear friend?

 
 
26 February 2017

• Bought a new printer with 4 years extended warranty and ample refillable cartridges

 
27 February 2017

• Prep of the stills and video is done. We have started cleaning the new space, some montage, some geeking, some dreaming

• About to leave, we’re in need of paper, paint ah yes and food!

• On the car the didge music’s so loud I can’t hear myself thinking

• On a family restaurant VP insists is too bourgeois, ha ha ha, give me a break! Been here before, the girl is so young, so many adventures ahead of her; making her smile is my treat

• TV splits between the Oscars and Brazil’s carnival, I couldn’t care less… with all these people, with all this energy

• Fine art shop. The guy at the counter is so gay and talks so much… thanks god I don’t have to say anything and drunk 3 glasses of wine…. aahhhhh. I feel fiiinnee, like a hasty biiiird on a fiiieeelld, sunshiiiinnne, no wordss just a gentle breeezzzeee, soft and tender I’m flying, chirping, jumping treeee to treeee, bushh to bussshhhhhhh

• Bought paper at big store. Girl was nice and cut it

• Bought glue at small store. Guy talked too much

• Bought food at big store, woman with audi had a beautiful round… soul

• Still, we bought hot glue silicone pistol, electric cable and something else at big appliance store where girls were outstandingly nice and smiley

• I like these women of the countryside. They are voluminous yet packed tight, with good colours ( a permanently blushed face) and a certain healthy candor that is impossible to fake. They are genuinely friendly and they smile and look in the eye… I guess that’s why we’ve spent the day from store to store

 
 
28 February 2017

• Ash sky, timid rain

• Complicated and difficult dress different wear. Making green tea. Drinking green tea

• The blossomed almond tree makes the sky darker

VP says “cair em si” = give me a break… and we believe everything VP says

• It’s cold now, like a regret. The white Budha’s outside; always smiling the motherfucka. Going to smoke a cigarette with him

 
 
1st of March 2017

• Bees are busy with the rosemary flowers, that means that they will spend the day exclusively with the rosemary… ummmm rosemary honey

• Roasted chicken in literally a family dining-room 2 villages away… to forget, to forgive… wiiiiinnnneeee

• The whole day I’ve been installing a grid of lights. Still magic when they all turn on

• Gained a couple blisters from twisting the cables. Appropriate tools make the job easier that’s what they’re telling me

• Heard this saying on a stupid hollywood flick: If you give a monster a cookie… he’ll want a glass of milk. That’s sometimes true when dealing with other people and it is most certainly always true when dealing with ourselves

• I’m reading this awesome book Verde Brillante – Sensibilitá e intelligenzia del mondo vegetale by Stefano Mancusi and Alessandra Viola. I’ll never look at the plants the same

 
• Bits and pieces of a poem that probably would never be

 

Scarecrow with the hands on the air

thinking things that will never be

— what a lovely beginning

for an empty head —

look a cloud,

look a sparrow through the cloud

and through the sparrow’s heart sunshine,

you smile, I smile

then a naked horse

pulls back the rear leg

[…]

Scarecrow you have nothing of yours

but your fortune is unmeasurable

you don’t move yet everything changes at your feet

stranded on a stick you’re free

little by little the wind carries you away

closer to everything

[…]

you know the simple stuff and the ancient truths

you’ve heard the cicadas and the owl and the crows

and the goldfinch, the frogs and the human laboring the ground.

You’ve seen the sun and the moon

and the moons and the suns,

you know the sound plants make when they grow

and their silent fellowship whipping

when a fire breaks out afar

 
 
• For several nights now the screech owl has been screaming her ass off… Commune of country mice’s horror film

• There’s still contraband going on the roof {see POST}

 
 
2nd of March 2017

• fzf ; brew ; ls ; ctrl a ; fuck ; z ; mcd ; topo ; rm -rf ; h ; tab-tab ; ob ; ctrl t ; hhf ; supu ; or ; .. ; make ; gsort ; ln -s ; obr ; cp ; tt ; sou ; zz ; ˆ ; jump top ; killpid ; mem_hogs ; pimpin : ls -G ; ctrl k ; echo ; fix ; trans ; :en ; configure ; cd ; htop ; etc ; chown ; chochoin ; ps ; pax ; clear ; fill ; bif ; k ; mv ; write-good ; DT ; fkill ; ql ; lr ; curl ; f ; ~ ; stuck ; alias logout=”ps -Ajc | grep loginwindow | awk ‘{print $2}’ | sudo xargs kill -9″

 

Santiago and Miguel. How 2 brothers can be so different (?). Kids-me-only-gurus. Their teachings are ever generous and precise, funny, direct, full of energy, tender and joyful, for the most part.

• I concede myself, entirely, with no reservations whatsoever. Take me now, piece by piece. Not because I’m a boddhisatva nor ’cause I want to die… I’m ready

• The warmth of the sun is a gift

• Every night I wake up grandfather and feed him. He feedbacks such a cozy smile. gashô

• A fire is a home

• Watching telly… completely numb, electric morphine…. aarrgrghhhhh

 
 
3rd of March 2017

• The olive trees have been trimmed

• Heavy rain and now sun

• The frogs are pond-ering

• An invisible army of tiny birds joyously weave a blanket of {trills}

• A donkey… at the distance… wants to have sex, now!

• I’m on murmex

• Grab a mint leave, scrub it between my fingers, smell… travel

• The wind is playful. Patterns

• Wonder breakfast:

  • Chá de nós
  • Magnesium, Spirulina and Mouringa
  • A skating orange
  • Couple rye toasts with avocado, fresh goat cheese and scrambled eggs with green and ginger
  • Porridge reheated in green tea with cinnamon and honey
  • Coffee with Açores’ milk

• It takes time… to forget about time

• Feels like the sky has decided to come down, down hard to the ground. Lots of pressure on ma head

• On the road, a lead sky and suddenly a rainbow crossing the entire valley. With the Debussyan soundtrack I feel like crying… just to release some. Beauty, a rendered enactment, LIFE nevertheless. No unicorn though… ohhhh

• Extremely windy and inhospitable outside, coffee places become social centers. After our errands, we stopped here for a soup and a rizzol de camarão

 
 
4 of March 2017

Today made porridge with oatmeal, ginger, orange peel, raisins, walnuts, cinnamon and honey; shelves with bricks and pine planks; cut wood; double door with VP; a jumbo pan of soup with potato and sweet potato, garlic, ginger, cardamom, cabbage, nettles, olive oil and cumin and croutons with whole bread fried in coconut butter, salt and black pepper; hand washed some clothes and dried them in the fire; chip’s snack with a dip of quark cheese, avocado, tahini, olive oil, salt, pepper and garlic. I also laid down and gaze at the horny clouds and the moon at night; let the ants climb my legs, tickling tickling; looked and felt the roughness of my hands for a while; poke my hard dick and whispered “you’re wasting your time, buddy” ( with a smile); drunk coffee with VP at l’esplanade {see POST}; cut the beard of that frightening guy at the mirror; saw again Benigni’s La vita è bella. Going to sleep now gashô

 
 
5 of March 2017

• To my buttons: do not take effects/people for granted

• These days I’m dreaming a lot, I dream about relationships in complex contexts; go figure. Tonight I dreamt I was chasing a foxy girl with pale skin and her sister through a neverending house. The rooms were endless; living rooms, corridors, dressing rooms with their own subdivisions, waiting rooms, unknown rooms and especially bathrooms… The girls laughed and ran to hide somewhere; I got lost and opened a random door. It was a bathroom, a bathroom like a cathedral, such a suspended light… I looked around and landed my gaze on the toilet and the bidé. These were covered with colourful hand painted wildflowers. I stood there looking at the flowers and forgot everything else…

The dreams are not confined to a single instance, often the next night the dream would resume, sometimes even merging with other dreams I had before. If this goes on I’d most certainly need some kind of dream managing solution or an assistant.

Something I love about “this” dreaming business is that there are rarely words involved, a lot of colour, many faces, a lot of sensory stimuli ( stimuli stimuli) but no names, no names to keep track of, no towns or street signs, no time division… actually no measurements of any kind. My theory that there’s solely space and that time is a pure human construct is therefore proven right in these dreams of mine 😛 Maybe I can move and live in my dreams…(?)

• NOTE TO SELF: this day’s when I first clearly thought about the COMPRESSION project series

• My hand has 2 holes… it’s like a vampiress bite it, uuuuhhhh

• Finally went for the big tour. The woodpecker and mushrooms’ trail. Then the orange trees and water reservoir. The magnificent chestnut was there with its verdant sleeves; I leaned back on it for a while. The laconic grandma-olive tree was there too, looking at the grassy prairies… I totally understand, numberless variations of green to grasp. Down through a firewall path to the old shack, the plain with the big well where once a cow drowned… trails covered with a green carpet with white ( marigolds) and brown ( dry leaves) patches. Onto the eucalyptus forest in its constant orgy, always getting naked these guys. Then arrived at the midget stream, zippy with the last rain. Crossed the suspension bridge and ever so slowly walked the trail of the reedbed. At last arrived at my favourite spot. I always joke and say that if I had the money I’d buy this piece of land… truth is I don’t need to own it to enjoy it.

In “my spot” there’s a meadow that gently goes down, a turf that today was bright green with innumerable explosions of white – ’cause of the daisies – and red. Stood there in the middle of this holy land; gazing these colours is good for the eye, good for the soul.

Then I sat on the ground.

Then I laid directly on the earth. I could hear the echoes of the stream mixed with the thousand songs from the creatures of the air. On top of the hills, the trees danced clumsily with the wind. I closed the eyes, embraced the earth and let it all engulf me.

Ahhhh… peace.

When I was nearly sleeping, started to rain. I still laid there feeling the soft tickle of the rain’s pointy fingers. Then, slowly, kept on going. Not only colour, shapes and sounds but strongly a myriad scents were nurturing at each step. gashô

• Before climbing back, I sat on the bridge for a moment. Smoked a cigarette and bathed my timpani on the stream’s voice. Looked up at the trees, wondered which one would support my weight if I hang myself; entertained for a bit in this death theatre, I calmly started the journey back.

• Made monster salad with rucola and lettuce from the garden and walnuts, cured cheese, tomato, onion, rice vinegar and olive oil. I seldom eat salad when is cold, but this one was un manjar

• At night made whole rice with wakame algae and tortilla of 3 potatoes’ varieties, ginger and a touch of vaporized verdure. MMmmmmmm

 
 

6 of March 2017

• Sitting outside, writing some more. Today we’re leaving to the capital. It’ll be long till I come back…

• We came to get lunch at the bio supermarket. Almost all the staff here is black and they honestly look quite miserable. Met a friend of VP‘s, a retired lady that now is a full-time activist. She produces a rather expensive organic olive oil, talks non-stop and has some problems listening… to other people. Yet I find her fascinating, a free show with mucho magic tricks. She can be eating her lunch, stressing out about the construction of a new offshore pipeline, yet making reference to art and cinema and still laugh and have THE PRESENCE OF SPIRIT to look you in the eye, open wide hers and blink in a charming if provocative way. Multitasking perfected. No wonder women used to be the transmitters of knowledge. Amidst this live improv show, she said “people need to know who is producing what they eat” I could not agree more =)

• A minuscule olive green fiat cinquenccento going backwards at high speed. It parks. Door opens and a giant long white haired man gets out, amazing! Of course I have to say something to him

• Oh dear, here I am, drunk already with big brother Karma. Yihhhhhaa! Si happy, so loose at Soonam’s place… Wueni’s opening another bottle, she leans plenty close and looks at my writing, I tell her “I’m writing about you” and that’s the truth and so 500 points in the slide to death weekend special ride!!!!

• From now on my writings were impossible to decipher. I’m kind of amazed that in the state I was I kept on writing, that’s OCD for you. Basically and no doubt helped by the medicinal vapors I entered my happy happy joy joy mode

• Dani, Xico, Karma, Lagoa, Píter, Diana and me had a wonderful dinner. I don’t know how I managed to get at Dani’s ( 5th floor through open fire stairs) but it was all superb and I embrace the hangover talking to my good friend

 
 

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