Happy Birthday Dad and memorias de juventud!

Yesterday was my Dad's birthday - he is a total legend! Celebrating 62 years on this planet,old old hippy,surfer, dreamer, environmentalist, photographer,gentle and authentic. I love you Papa Conejo!

I also found some old diaries and photos from high school...this is the sort of stuff I got up to in my spare time, wandering the woods as a fairy! And I found a poem from Charles Henry Ford,yearnings for the wrong boy and this card and on the back Your mask is pretty but its whats behind it is real. We're all animals too and we find it much easier to relate to your animal insides than to your human disguises.

Feeding Frida

Added my RSS feeds today:


Rebel Art

...connecting art and activism..
http://www.rebelart.net/diary/

Guardian Books
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books?gusrc=rss&feed=books


Flickr Blog
The most interesting Flickr images from the last 7 days
http://pipes.yahoo.com/pipes/pipe.info?_id=xiaGBMyS3BGN4pDm1vC6Jw

Design Sponge
musings of a design junky
http://designsponge.blogspot.com/

And very exciting embedding a video...! Thanks to Seńor Craig and for the character map:)

What Inspires me today...music, poema and film

Me gustas cuando callas
by Pablo Neruda

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.Parece que los ojos se te hubieran voladoy parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi almaemerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.

Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Déjame que te hable también con tu silencioclaro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

As with most translations the poem just isnt the same in English...but it is something like this..which is still enough to break your heart..

I Like for You to be Still

I like for you to be still: it as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away

and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

And let me talk to you with your silencethat is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.

Your are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.

Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I'm back on the Almodovar trip again, this month its Habla Con Ella or Talk to Her.

http://www.clubcultura.com/clubcine/clubcineastas/almodovar/objetivo/objetivo.htm#

And lastly today I'm listening to Flamenco Chill by Chambao.

Chambao is a flamenco electronica band originally from Spainthey created a sound called Flamenco Chill which fuses flamenco sounds and palos ( forms) with electronic music.

Los Ojos de Frida -

What do you see?

What do you see when you are walking street, on the bus, train or at work?

What surrounds you, what moves you - is it music, a sound in the air, a reflection in the river, a poem, the first or last line of a book, a movie a conversation...