holass..
hace rato entre y dije...
q puedo hacer en la compu??
por un momento me olvide q tenia flog jaja
hace tanto q no entro :P
y bue.....ya de vacacionesss siiiiiiiii...solo tengo q volver a la facu a q me firmen la fuckin' libreta y ya sta..chau cbc :P todas promocionadas 8-)
y...nada...ahora al pedo todo el dia :P (o sea....voy a andar mucho por aca...)
q anden bien
adiozzz
domingo aburrido lluvioso...
acabo de encontrar una entrevista de patricia esa bruja loca q stuvo con jim...
aca pego la entrevista... :O
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(Patricia Kennealy met Jim Morrison in January 1969 at the Plaza Hotel in New York City, the day after the Doors had appeared at Madison Square Garden. A tall, attractive redhead, Patricia was then the editor of Jazz & Pop, an influential rock trade magazine. In June 1970, Jim and Patricia were married in a Celtic handfasting ceremony--an event that Oliver Stone later depicted in his 1991 film, The Doors. After Jim's death, Patricia wrote a memoir, Strange Days; she is also a noted science fiction writer whose latest novel, Blackmantle, was published to wide critical acclaim.
AL: What did you think of the Oliver Stone movie which many people, ourselves included, admired.
PM: You mean the world's biggest music video? Jim Morrison, the man I love, the man I married, is nowhere in that film. What you see is a grotesque, sodden, buffoonish caricature, who could never have written the immortal songs he is supposedly being immortalized for. But the worst sin Oliver Stone committed is that you don't care that Jim Morrison is dead at the end of the film.
AL: What was Jim's attitude toward the Doors? Did it change over time?
PM: At first they were a group of struggling artists all equally together. At the end they were four wealthy superstars struggling with a personal group dynamic that was anything but equal. I think by the time Jim left for Paris, it had become more an office relationship than a four way friendship. Jim told me that he never felt he had much in common with Robby or John, and that they felt the same about him. When Jim left LA in March 1971, he left the Doors as well--whether they knew it or not, whether they believed it or not.
AL: How would you characterize Jim's personality?
PM: He didn't handle pain well. But pain for Jim, as for so many artists, was a source of creativity. I think that he thought if he stopped hurting, he'd stop creating...And he was hurtful to others because he was afraid of being hurt himself. He found it hard to accept love because he had never been given very much of it, and did not think himself worthy of love.
AL: Was Jim self-destructive?
PM: Jim Morrison was most definitely not into destroying himself. That said, I must also say that since Jim was an alcoholic and not always in self-command, his instinct for creative adventuring, that edge-walking side of him, often pushed him into the borderlands of self-destructiveness--and sometimes right over.
AL: What was Jim's attitude his last days in Paris?
PM: I had eight or ten cards and letters from him in the three months he spent there. Some were exalted and joyous and others were veiled in despair. The last letter he wrote me was mailed only a few days before he died. He wrote of how tired he was and how much he missed me. "My side is cold without you..." he told me. The letter was to weep for, and I did, and still do.
AL: Did Jim talk much about Pam?
PM: We hardly ever talked about Pamela Courson. She had nothing to do with us. Jim kept his life very compartmentalized. And yes, I absolutely do believe she killed him, and nothing will ever persuade me otherwise. Not premeditated, perhaps--junkies don't think that far ahead--but in an attempt to hook him along with her, or to control him, or punish him for leaving her, as she knew he was about to do.
AL: After twenty-six years, there is still the Morrison legend.
PM: Jim Morrison was a beautiful soul who had a deep sense of the absurd. To him, the thought of being an icon was repellent. He was one of the great iconoclasts of all time. I think he'd probably just laugh about his icon status--and then set everybody straight in that Southern gentleman way I love him for.
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patricia kennealy morrison??????? asi aparece en esa pagina...dios...
http://www.americanlegends.com/morrison/interview.html
aparece una foto de ella :S
nada...sin comentarios..
q anden bien...
adiozzz
psicopic con el flequillo loco...
y...nada...aca ando...
cansada de la facu..
necesito vacaciones..
mucho stress
demasiado
saben? tengo el presentimiento de q los 3 doors q quedan algun dia se van a reunir
mmm...spero :P
y...al fin sta la fecha de roger waters..el 17!!!
mmm...nada...no tengo mucho para decir..
aprovechen su finde (x mi)
si es q pueden.. (sono muy negativo... :O )
ah...confieso q me gustan los reality showss....quedo muy colgado eso..pero es verdad....todos tenemos nuestro "kitsch" interno....no se porq pero me engancho viendo los de vh1 y esas boludeces...supongo q soy muy chusma...o por ahi me gusta reirme de las boludeces q hacen otros jeje...bue...
saben q es kitsch? mmm...a ver....es lo cursi..son los inconfesables...aunq si serian inconfesables nadie los diria..pero digamos los inconfesables mas decibles :P (si es q existe esta palabra) como lo q acabo de decir...q me importa muy poco la verdad q me digan...aunq creo q cada vez toy menos kitsch jaja...de puberta era demasiado...
bue...mejor me dejo de decir boludeces....
y....cual es tu lado kitsch?
:O
:O
adiozzz
holas holas holasss
y....nada...aca ando..
confieso q no stuve muy bien stos dias...pero bue....ya stoy mejorr...
ayer mi querida madre llego con una bella remera con el bello rostro de jim...(la voy a tener de adorno..)...la tengo gracias a mi querido hermanito q entro con mi mama a uno de esos lugares todos negros (negras las paredes y todas esas cosas...q stan llenas de cosas satanicas :O) donde venden esas cosas demasiado rockeras (me los imagino entrando ahi...si hasta yo me siento rara...) pero bueno....todos saben de mi amor por las puertas :P asi q ya saben q me pueden regalar para navidad :P
yendo a otro tema...recien tuve sociologia....y haber si alguien apoya lo q digo...el taylorismo, fordismo y toda esa m&($·/%· no son formas de mejorar la calidad de vida de las personas...no se...a mi no me parece q estar 10 hs de tu dia..todos los dias de tu vida haciendo la misma cosa...poniendo la misma tuerquita una y otra vez, una y otra vez, sea mejorar....por mas q te paguen mejor.... es aumentar la explotacion!!! y encima me quejo (pero no se lo digo a la prof) y le digo a una compañera y cuando salimos me dice..."pero ellos saben...ellos estudiaron mas"...o sea....cuanta gente hay q estudia un monton, sabe un monton y sigue siendo mier/$da a montones..(y hay muchos casos en este pais..por ej "profesores de harvard")....asi q me enoje..yo pienso lo q pienso y lo seguire haciendo... y es medio al pedo q me queje porq igual no hago nada (por ahora) pero bueno..."el futuro es incierto y el final siempre esta cerca" alguien muy sabio lo dijo...y no se muy bien q tiene q ver esa frase pero tengo ganas de ponerla...
y...otra cosa q me estoy dando cuenta es q mi paciencia ultimamente se esta terminando....o me enojo demasiado rapido o es el resto del mundo....jajaja creo q lo mas probable es q sea yo...
pero haber...les cuento mis desgracias.... recien fue a pagar una fuckin' cosa..y me dice una señora...todavia no llego la q cobra y bue yo fui a esperar donde se espera, o sea, en la sala de espera...y viene la q cobra y q pasa?? 1 viejo y 2 viejas se pusieron adelante mio...y eso q me vieron y staba antes q habra esa ventanita de shit..y quien tuvo q esperar a q esas tres personas preguntaran paragaran se quejaran y todo?? si....yo como boluda esperando siendo q llegue primera...
otra de mis desgracias es q no tengo zapatos....creo q hay una gran diferencia entre "limpiar" y "tirar".... y esa pequeña diferencia me costo como 15 o no se cuantos zapatos...
o sea....tengo q aguantarme todo?? nein nein nein...
pero bue...liberandome estoy mejor...
igual se q el 99% no va a leer todo esto (siempre hay un 1% de alguien q es la buena excepcion..) pero bue....con algo hay q llenar este espacio...
y otra de las cosas q queria decir es q...mmm...sufro por el sufrimiento de los demas aunq no parezca...y.....la incomunicacion no es sinonimo de despreocupacion....ya se les aprece colgado pero alguien me va a entender...si q es lee esto...porq en momentos dificiles nadie se pone a boludear con el flog...
sean felices....este minuto ya paso y nunca lo vas a recuperar..
hay una sola vida..
una sola oportunidad,,
y aunq suene muy negativo es algo positivo...es para q aprovechen cada momento de sus vidas...
aunq no mejoran porq yo se los diga...
no se...
hagan lo q crean mejor
pero yo se los adverti
conste..
:P
finalmente encontre esta pic q queria poner,,,
salgo un poco de la rutina doors..pero bue...
ayer vi el codigo da vinci finalmente...la alquile...y......sin comentarios..
mmm....nada mas...
aca ando..
un ratito arruinandome mi vista con el monitor
para no abandonar demasiado este chotolog
q anden muuuuy bien
adiozzz
***Off-on, on and off,
like one long sick
electric dream***
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