Thursday, May 14, 2009


During finals week, there's not much to do except want to kill yourself. Eso es lo que he aprendido. Lo único que te queda aparte de estudiar y estudiar y rezar y tratar de tomarte unos minutos entre study sessions y usar algo que te tranquiliza. You know, listen to good music, read a magazine, look through beautiful pictures of the spring collections, drink lots of coffee. También recomiendo lo que yo hago... pick up one of your favorite books that you haven't read in a while, flip through the pages and remember why it's one of those books that changed your life.
Ya sé que tiendo a bombardear a la gente con el talento de Chuck Palahniuk, but I don't give a crap. The man's a genius. Tiene muchos buenísimos, but by far my favorite (despite New York Times critiques) es Rant. La primera vez...recuerdo haber leído los primeros capítulos con fascinación. However, al momento que llegué a la página 63, I knew this was somethin' else. 

A child who is never coached with Santa Claus may never develop an ability to imagine. To him, nothing exists except the literal and tangible. 
A child who is disillusioned abruptly, by his peers or siblings, being ridiculed for his faith and imagination, may choose never to believe in anything-- tangible or intangible--again. To never trust or wonder.
But a child who relinquishes the illusions of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, that child may come away with the most important skill set. That child may recognize the strength of his own imagination and faith. He will embrace the ability to create his own reality. That child becomes his own authority. He determines the nature of his world. His own vision. And by doing so, by the power of his example, he determines the reality of the other two types: those who can't imagine, and those who can't trust.

Aquella persona que crea su propia realidad, como el personaje principal...well, he has it all. At least he can have it all. Siempre me he preguntado cómo empiezan las leyendas, las personas que hacen algo tan grande que todo mundo los alaba y los recuerda y sus palabras son grabadas, escritas, tatuadas, étc. How does one have such an effect on the world? Palahniuk, en varios de sus libros (Survivor, Fight Club, Rant) reitera la importancia de ser el creador de tu destino, de tu realidad, de poder usar tu imaginación. You attract those who think like you do y podrías comenzar una revolución. If not for others, for yourself. Al final lo más importante en tu vida son las cosas que tú creíste, en lo que tú tuviste fé. If you don't have that, you have nothing at all, right? Poder hacer una decisión basada en tus creencias es basicamente el be-all end-all of life...At least, como el autor nos describió en Fight Club, be able to answer a simple question: What do you wish you'd done before you died? Si puedes contestar eso...then I guess you know what you wish you were, por tanto you know what you want and you have the ability to control your own reality- and in a way, your future.

Muero por que sea verano...Two finals to go. Una de las mejores cosas que hacer en verano es get in your car, roll the windows down and fucking drive, anywhere and everywhere.
Tunes for the road (in the summer):
"School's Out for the Summer" Alice Cooper
"Someday" Sugar Ray
"Unwritten" Natasha Bedingfield
"The Way We Get By" Spoon
"Slow Ride" Foghat
"Sweet Emotion" Aerosmith
"My Dick" Mickey Avalon
"Don't Stop Believing" Journey
"Twist and Shout" The Beatles
"Seven Days in Sunny June" Jamiroquai
"Rollover DJ" Jet
"Cowboy" Kid Rock
"Black and White" Michael Jackson
"Since U Been Gone" Kelly Clarkson
"Si Te Vas" Shakira
"Beautiful Day" U2
"A-Punk" Vampire Weekend

And backstage at Balmain...

By Delightful
And my break is up.

1 comment:

  1. oh. i want to re-read palanhiuk now!!!!! qué buen passage escogiste, god damn woman. and what a particular way to view life. yo sólo he leído fight club y lullaby. loved both.
    yo también empiezo finales la próxima semana. pero tengo los 2 más cabrones de mi vida porque son de purititita memoria. y son back 2 back. work 12-14 hour days. and, you know, have a relationship, even if it's far away... obvio, los últimos 4 días he dormido 3 horas. ya medio alucino, y no puedo pensar. pero bueno, aquí estamos, aquí estamos. yo quiero leer también y terminar mi novela (ves, i'm ranting, all crazy, sin poder hilar). oh well, my break is up too. i have to keep on working.