* My sister Monica spent a weekend with us in NYC. We had quite a lot of quality time including a visit to David Bowie’s exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum, the “top of the rock” at the Rockefeller Center, brief but fun walk around Prospect Park. At an italian restaurant there was a guy singing old-school songs and walking around with a microphone and it was quite charming that my sister was able to sing along without hesitation.
* It took 4 years to be able to run again the NYC Half-Marathon. This time around Melissa and I ran together. It was a wonderful scenic route, starting in Park Slope Brooklyn, going across the Manhattan bridge, through the Lower East Side, up via the East Highway, sideways via 42nd street and through Times Square and a final loop around Central Park. Even though it was cold we both loved this run.
* Finished reading “The Watchmaker of Filigree Street” by Natasha Pulley. Loved how fantasy, love, science and steam-punk merged. Also the concept of free will is questioned. Do we have control of our lives or our paths have been hard-coded in our time-lines?
* A silicon hairspring has thermo-compensating and non-magnetic properties which allows it to consistently oscillate regardless of temperature fluctuations and magnetic fields. The accuracy of Melissa’s mechanical watch depends on it.
* Nanomachines gave life to zombie like creatures called “Wanderers”… easily identified by their glowing red horn out of what is left of their heads….
“White Nite” is a short film by Ale Giorgetti filmed in Brooklyn, NY – theme song “Lost Scenery” written and performed by Tetonica Castro – tetonica.com
* We spent over a week in Cali (Colombia), the city where most of my childhood and early adulthood took place. Danced to salsa music, ate yummy food and had quality time with my mom, sisters, dad, grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins and good old friends.
* Every morning Melissa and I would go for a run around a nearby park, where street vendors had on offer fresh fruit juices, arepas or grilled chorizos to all the people at the park exercising or simply hanging out. One vendor lady would shout out “Juguito de naranja mi reina” as we ran by. Weather was unusually rainy, specially at night (my sister Juliana got soaked wet quite frequently).
* My niece Martina is a mirror of my sister Monica. My nephew Tomas is a mirror of Alejandro. Glad they both liked the Legos we got them for xmas.
* Back to Brooklyn and a cold winter. A massive snow storm hitting the east coast delayed our return for a couple of days. January birthdays and karaoke singing. Can’t believe is almost the end of January. Memories of our trip to Colombia still warm in our hearts.
* “Because your mornings will be brighter, break the line, tear up rules, make the most of a million times no” – song lyrics from Bauhaus’ 1983 album “Burning from the inside”
* The year of 2017 was tragic for social justice, for our countries, for the whole world. For the upcoming year of 2018 there’s hope….
* Lighten up. Walk straight. You don’t want to have a hunchback in your later years. Read the news. All the colors in the sky at the end of every early morning run…. con mi amor.
* Last sunday afternoon we stopped by a used records store, among my finds were Bauhaus’ “Burning from the inside” and Ruben Blades’ “Buscando America” both released in 1983. Melissa was more interested in cuban music from the 50’s.
* Michael Bloomberg (our former city mayor) said that Brexit is the “stupidest single thing any country has ever done” apart from the election of Donald Trump as US President.
* Early tomorrow Melissa is flying to Puerto Rico as part of a team sent by NYC Emergency Management to help with the recovery efforts. Hurricane Maria was devastating to the island. It’s been over a month and most of the island of Puerto Rico still doesn’t have power or access to drinking water.
* Role playing in dreams or video games, the illusion of becoming someone or something else…. perhaps an authentic Deus Ex Machina with cybernetic implants. I’d love to have better eyes and stop wearing glasses.