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Spanna's toolboxbird's houseso it looks like my time at metafora is up. bye bye to the art students, to the artists and the art therapists. hello to books and birds.
next monday, march the 12th i will enroll in a new adventure: working at lynx edicions (http://www.hbw.com), a publishing house dedicated to "high quality ornithology and natural history books". watch out, birdies, here i come! darshan, the movieafter a couple of days stuck in an emotional damp, yesterday i decided to leave the house and go to the movies. the reason? darshan, l'entreinte a documentary about amma. i won't go on talking about amma because i have already done that here before but i will only say it is definately worth seeing if:
a) you feel curious about amma, about who she is and what she does
b) if you have an interest or a need to learn more about looking for happiness within yourself instead of in the world around you
(quote from the movie: - Amma's words - To gain peace of mind, we must be ready to battle. Not to battle with real weapons, but with love, devotion and sacrifice. A battle without bloodshed. Only peace and love. Look at our society. We spend a lot of money travelling to the depths of the oceans and space to study them. But we never travel to our inner world, which is so close at hand. Everyone loves TVs with bigger screens. But as the screens get bigger, our hearts get smaller. We have vacuum cleaners that suck up the tiniest dirt. Yet we are not ready to clean the dirt from our minds. Our minds make our lives beautiful or ugly. We try to learn about the outside world, but never the inner world. We try to right the outside world and forget to right ourselves. We are slaves to the outside world. We bear many physical and mental scars. We bear many unhealed wounds. Total happiness cannot come from the outside world. It's like trying to hold the sky or sail across land. Life is short, we must try to celebrate it. You hold only this moment in your hands).
c) if you are a veeeeeeeeeeeeeery good person and are thinking about devoting your life to others
d) if your name is FBG and want to know what the f*** has gotten into spanna's head
but i shan't impose my opinions so check what others who know more than me have to say on these reviews (must admit i cracked up to John McMurtrie's -SF Chronicle-: And you thought Bill Clinton liked hugging people: Amma, an Indian spiritual guide, has embraced more than 25 million worshipers...). long life to the republica!somebody very dear to me died last night. he was an amazing man, intelligent, sharp, cultivated... a remarcable person in every sense of the word. and although he was very sick and every day that went by only added suffering to both his and his wife's lifes, it is still really hard to think that this world will go on spinning without him.
i'll miss you and will think of you every time i hear "els segadors", the hymn to the "republica" or "el cant dels ocells". reagge in da houselast night i went to both my first ska and my first reagge concerts. where? at fakto, where else?
the ska: guaita'ls, a band from terrassa which i must say, despite their aweful, aweful stetics (this guys need an "asesor de imagen", it would do them so much good! -is that even english?-) were pretty good and definately worthed seeing again (they'll be back at fakto on april 14th, write it down). i'm not quite sure wether i'm very find of their way of relating to the audience (a bit too pittyful, for my taste) but they did work their way and got the people to get together and shake their booties. me? i didn't stop dancing and jumping around (my cervical contraction can testify for it).
the reagge: ras charmer. never heard of him before until FBG told me he was a must. i might have gone down on the party animal scale, but i still will sign up for an easy good reagge concert. so there i was. and it was definately worthed. the man has one of those high voices perfect for reagge that make you wonder wether he'll go on singing when he talks when he's off the stage. his songs? positive vibes, good melodies... great reagge all in all. but the best thing? his feet!!! the man's feet had a life of their own. honest. they were amazing. don't know how to explain. they were all the time in touch with the stage and despite that it still looked as if he was floating above it. he could do the charlot walk to his music or spin in madness, hop up and down or stay in a ballerina first position, but they'd make you notice them no matter what.
a couple key moments of the night:
1) when "el malaguita" some heavy stoner from down south, with long curly hair and rotten teeth, commented on what a great dancer i was and how he couldn't stop staring at me...
2) when "el malaguita" after having broken the ice with the "great dancer comment", went on and appologized for beeing so sincer but couldn't help to comment on what a nice butt i have. yes! a nice butt. in fact, he even said if i didn't mind he'd go seat and enjoy watching me. what did i say to that? thank you, i am flattered, but i'd rathe you didn't.
3) when vanessa, jaime's girlfriend (whom i'd never seen in my entire life but seemed to feel very close to me last night) decided to teach me how to dance to reagge music. apparently some jamaican taught her brother how to dance to reagge and her brother had taught her, who was now teaching me. the key to it? lift you knees up high to the rythm and let your thighs hurt. my veredict? when it comes to me, dancing to reagge is about feeling the groove, feet well attached to the ground and slightly bouncing to the rythm. but hey, what do i know? a jamaican taught her brother who taught her who then taught me... so every time she told me i wasn't doing it right i couldn't but smile and start raising my knees high... party animal? moi? ...2:23 am and i'm at home, sitting in front of my pc. the answer to the question would be? erm... NO.
when jolie found out the "party queen" tittle had been passed on to someone else she got really pissed off. me? i'm coming to peace with myself and the fact that maybe (maybe? don't make me laugh...) i am not a party animal.
i love my friends and i love going out with them, but my body doesn't feel the same way. at 1.30 am tonight, despite being at a very good reagge concert (and after a remarcable catalan ska concert -check goodething.spaces.live.com for a detailed report) my body started feeling a certain unase to which i'm already used. so i decided to drive home before i started feeling really sick.
i'm sure i missed a great session by FBG, and i am sorry about that. but i am 28 years old and, after those many years of living with my own body, i'm starting to believe i know what's best for myself. party animal? NOPE. wise? BLESS!!! ;-)
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