* Trip to Berlin was amazing. Soccer match between Bayern Munich and Hertha Berlin was fun (fans of both teams are insane). We met with Alessio who flew in from Italy. Pork schnitzel, lamb dönner kebab, currywurst… so good! DDR and STASI museums were both trips back to the cold war. What remains of the Berlin wall is mostly covered with paintings and graffiti. To fly over the Atlantic is always a thrill.
* Henri Cartier-Bresson was a french humanist photographer. Pioneer of street photography, carrying a Leica 35mm camera with a normal 50mm lens.
* Flan, Konjac, Tofu, Uiro-Mochi and Annin Tofu are fearless zombie slayers!
* Last night I was listening via NPR radio a story of a man convicted for murder, sentenced to death, and within weeks of the execution date, after almost 20 years in prison, he was set free. In the original trial the prosecutors hid evidence from the defense. For some reason I broke in tears, mostly because I was listening to the voice of the man who was innocent and spent a huge chunk of his life in jail, in death row.
* Anxiety at work is unusually high, even creeping into my sleep. But then again I do enjoy a good challenge…. today I’m going head on towards it.
* Melissa is sleeping. She doesn’t seem to notice my typing on this mechanical keyboard (feels almost like a typewriter of old). Is early, still dark and coffee is ready….
* In 2005 as part of what was called “The Capcom Five” a surreal game called “Killer 7” was released for the Nintendo Gamecube, directed by Suda51 (alias of japanese artist Goichi Suda). All the characters are just multiple personalities embraced by a single man. But all of them are referred as “The Smiths”…. just like the 80”s british band.
* We hosted xmas eve. Melissa cooked a delicious moroccan beef and baked a chocolate cake. In the background we played “The Muppets Christmas Carol” (with Michael Caine) and “Die Hard” (with Bruce Willis and Alan Rickman). From overseas I talked to Monica, Juliana, Jairo, Nidia, Chusco and got a voicemail from Diana. At home we had the company of Mike, Kathryn, Christina and Pete. And little Penny and Hattie (who discovered the sound of analog synths in our music corner).
* It’s been two (2) years of the most inept president in US history… luckily the world is still spinning around the sun and on track to stay in the correct orbit.
* Traveled to San Diego, CA to attend the wedding of the youngest cousin of Melissa. It was a wonderful long weekend for us. However it was not so wonderful for lots of people who lost their homes or their lives because of California wildfires….
* A Russian ship attacked an Ukrainian ship in international waters. Another mass murder shooting in the USA. Washington Post reporter was brutally murdered by direct orders of Saudi Arabia’s Crown Prince. Our pathetic President sees no evil and contradicts what the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) clearly concluded.
* Love and affection. Smell of skin. Morning breathing before dawn. Coffee and “monkey brains” breakfast. NY Times crossword puzzle. Melissa is a rainbow all the time.
* Another Sunday afternoon we ended up at “Human Head” to browse used vinyls… it’s like a guilty pleasure we both enjoy. Great records from the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and 90’s… decades of music waiting to be found again.
* Early in the month we attended NYC Comic Con. It was quite an experience. Graphic novels, movies, tv shows, toys, video games, expensive collectibles and lots of Cosplayers blending different fantasy worlds in the same place…. think John Snow, Thanos, Ciri, Han Solo, Lara Croft, Captain Kirk, Sniper Wolf and both Mario Bros walk into a bar…… etc etc
* Today I took a day off from work. Rode the subway and got off around 59th St and 5th ave. Walked all the way down to Union Square / 14th St. As I was walking I ran into a square of food street vendors and had some Japanese squid with noodles. There were tourists (with their little tourist books about NYC). Homeless, beggars and despair too. People taking their lunch break or rushing back to work. A couple of ladies were crying for whatever reason. A woman was telling to other person at the other side of a telephone call that “she needed space”. After I said thanks for my delicious lunch the japanese street vendor bowed his head and said “arigato”.
* On the subway going back home another homeless man (and very angry to the world) asked (actually yelled) for attention for any loose change we had. There was a beautiful fat black lady singing on the downstairs area to reach the L train. Among my thoughts was the possibility of leaving my job. It’s tempting to have the opportunity to start over again…. even though I’m not 25 anymore.
* Had a dream about my maternal grandparents. My grandma Josefa was singing, probably to those romantic songs of “Dario Gomez”. My grandpa Alfredo was dancing. In real life I can’t recall seeing him dance (ever). But in my dream he was graceful and happy with every beat on the dance floor.
* During the first song performed by Billy Corgan I cried. It was unexpected, bittersweet and beautiful: “Disarm you with a smile, and cut you like you want me to cut that little child inside of me and such a part of you, oh the years burn“.
* John McCain died this past weekend, shortly before his 82nd birthday. His mother of 106 years old outlives him. Never met him personally but I admired him. Both Barack Obama and George W. Bush have been asked to give eulogies on his funeral. Current president is “persona non grata“.
* We rode our bicycles to Brooklyn Bridge Pier and took a ferry to Governor’s Island. Met up with Kathryn, Penelope, Harriet and Mike. Some band was playing music from the 1920’s. For lunch we had jamaican jerk chicken. Rode our bikes back to Brooklyn. Summer sunday fun in the sun.