sexta-feira, março 31, 2006
MOebio
www.moebio.com
quinta-feira, março 30, 2006
segunda-feira, março 27, 2006
Enfants! Faites attention aux baobabs!
The baobabs are a genus of eight species of trees, native to Madagascar (the centre of diversity, with six species), and Africa and Australia (one species in each). The species reach heights of between 5-25 m (exceptionally 30 m) tall, and up to 7 m (exceptionally 11 m) in trunk diameter. They are noted for storing water inside the swollen trunk, with the capacity to store up to 120,000 litres of water to endure the harsh drought conditions particular to each region. All occur in seasonally arid areas, and are deciduous, shedding their leaves during the dry season. Some are reputed to be many thousands of years old, though as the wood does not produce annual growth rings, this is impossible to verify; few botanists give any credence to these claims of extreme age.
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sexta-feira, março 24, 2006
quinta-feira, março 23, 2006
quarta-feira, março 22, 2006
YAMASAKI redux (la historia jamas contada)
norteamericano de origen japonés Minoru Yamasaki (1912-1986), está esmaltada de
paradojas, coincidencias y retornos. Si para muchos la destrucción de sus
rascacielos marca el inicio del siglo XXI, la voladura de sus viviendas
Pruitt-Igoe en 1972 se interpretó como el final del Movimiento Moderno.
terça-feira, março 21, 2006
objetos singulares RECOMENDACION
Autor: BAUDRILLARD, JEAN NOUVEL, JEAN
Editorial: Fondo de Cultura Económica
En torno a los objetos singulares se urde la trama de esta conversación entre un filósofo y un arquitecto. ¿Qué es un objeto singular? Es lo opuesto a lo neutro, a lo global; es lo irrepetible, lo indestructible, lo que guarda un secreto, lo que seduce aun siendo feo. Se puede amar o se puede odiar, pero es siempre ineludible.Jean Baudrillard y Jean Nouvel hacen de este diálogo una ocasión excepcional para hablar de arquitectura en términos filosóficos. ¿Hay una verdad en la arquitectura? ¿Podrá la arquitectura actual dejar de ser una arquitectura clon, esa especie de sabotaje arquitectónico? ¿Cuál es la relación entre el espacio y la libertad? ¿La arquitectura iguala o discrimina? ¿Y qué es un arquitecto? ¿Un conspirador? ¿O un prestidigitador que engaña a los sentidos creando espacios virtuales de ilusión? ¿En qué se parece a un director cinematográfico? ¿Y en qué a un dios?Ciudades y edificios -objetos singulares arquitectónicos- son tema de debate. Nueva York y el apocalipsis; las torres gemelas del World Trade Center y la clonación. París y la "formolización"; el edificio Beaubourg y la monstruosidad. Las ciudades de los países del sur y la poética de la creación en la pobreza. Las ciudades del futuro y la levedad.
quinta-feira, março 16, 2006
segunda-feira, março 13, 2006
porno vegetal
desmultiplicacion fractal del cuerpo (del sexo, del objeto, del deseo): vistos muy de cerca, todos los cuerpos y los rostros se parecen. El primer plano de una cara es tan obsceno como el de un sexo. Es un sexo. cualquier imagen, cualquier forma, cualquier parte del cuerpo, vista desde cerca es un sexo. Lo que adquiere valor sexual es la promiscuidad del detalle, el aumento de zoom.
domingo, março 12, 2006
sábado, março 11, 2006
uinto dia y esto va tomando forma
desde hoy esto pasa hacer un pequeña comuna con sus respectivos colaboradores, todos creo yo con esta sed ingrata de ser mas actuales que lo actual.
paola reyes- (guadalajara nov 1986 ) fotografia
www.fotolog.com/warache
carlos pesina (guadalajara abril 1987) fotografia, musica, autopcias sonoras, barreras de sonido.
www.fotolog.com/pesina
diego torres (zamora dic 1985) arquitectura, cocina, letras nobles, aforismos odiosos
www.fotolog.com/fimoo
enrique reyes (guadalajara jul 1984) arquitectura, letras samurais, tianguisscapes
www.fotolog.com/toekomst
sexta-feira, março 10, 2006
terça-feira, março 07, 2006
segunda-feira, março 06, 2006
el tampoco es un new yorker
Amrita by Banana Yoshimoto
Chapter 1
I've often heard that if you go through something really intense your perception of the world will change entirely. Every now and then I wonder if things weren't different in my case.
Now I understand. I'm finally at a point where I can recall everything: all twenty-eight years since my birth, every one of the so-called "episodes" of my life as Sakumi Wakabayashi, that strange conglomeration of misfits who came together to form my family, those foods that I liked, those things that I didn't. Every element that had gone into making me who I was gradually made its way back to me, and now I have the power to reflect on all that has happened. It's like remembering a story someone told me in the past.
I can only perceive my past as a story. Nothing more.
In other words, at some point I had lost the power to distinguish what was real, all of those things that had happened in life prior to the accident. I no longer had any way of knowing how I felt about myself and the world. Perhaps I'd felt the same way all along, perhaps not. I really wonder what things were like.
Was my life, all those days and months and years, nothing more than past time, piled up like fallen snow?
How was I ever able come to terms with myself?
Apparently when you do something major like cutting off all your hair, your personality undergoes a transformation as well, because you change the way you act around other people.
...or at least that's what I've been told.
Before they performed my surgery, they shaved my head, and in an instant I was bald. By the time winter rolled around my hair had finally grown in, and I was sporting a trendy, short cut.
When I revealed myself to my family and friends, they barked out unanimously, "Sakuchan! We've never seen you with short hair. You look so different, almost like a new person."
Really? I thought, returning their smiles. Later, all alone, I opened the pages of my photo album in secret. Without a doubt, it was me in the pictures -- that long hair and radiant smile. All the places I'd visited, all the scenes I'd encountered. I recognized each one of them from somewhere. I remembered...
...the weather in this picture, and...
...I had my period when they took that shot, so it was a pain to even stand up, and...
...and so on.
There was no question about it; it really was me in that album. It couldn't have been anyone else. Still, something refused to ring a bell. A strange sensation, almost as if I had been floating.
Now I want to stand up and give myself, steadfast and determined, a round of applause for maintaining "me," even though I had been thrust into such a strange psychological dilemma.
primer dia
ser o no ser por un publicar o no publicar, el gran espejo, la pantalla total, cuantas palabras tan elegantes o mediaticamente elegantes ( me gusta decir "media")