Monday, March 04, 2013

Sometimes life is so beautiful it hurts

And then you go and say there some men like you
but not many women like me.
How can you say that when you’re the most
beautiful person inside I ever found?
I just answered my question.
I thank you are not big enough words.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

My favorite Fargo scene (ever&ever)

Got the transcript (very necessary depending on where you come from) below.


Gary slams his door shut and the other man plants his shovel
in the snow.

How ya doin'?

Mr. Mohra?


Officer Olson.

Yah, right-o.

The two men caucus the driveway without shaking hands and
without standing particularly close. They stand stiffly,
arms down at their sides and breath streaming out of their
parka hoods. Each has an awkward leaning-away posture, head
drawn slightly back and chin tucked in, to keep his face
from protruding into the cold.

... So, I'm tendin' bar there at
Ecklund && Swedlin's last Tuesday
and this little guy's drinkin'
and he says, 'So where can a guy
find some action - I'm goin' crazy
down there at the lake.' And I
says, 'What kinda action?' and he
says, 'Woman action, what do I
look like,' And I says 'Well,
what do I look like, I don't
arrange that kinda thing,' and he
says, 'I'm goin' crazy out there
at the lake' and I says, 'Well,
this ain't that kinda place.'


So he says, 'So I get it, so you
think I'm some kinda jerk for
askin',' only he doesn't use the
word jerk.

I unnerstand.

And then he calls me a jerk and
says the last guy who thought he
was a jerk was dead now. So I
don't say nothin' and he says, 'What
do ya think about that?' So I
says, 'Well, that don't sound like
too good a deal for him then.'

Ya got that right.

And he says, 'Yah, that guy's dead
and I don't mean a old age.' And
then he says, 'Geez, I'm goin'
crazy out there at the lake.'

White Bear Lake?

Well, Ecklund && Swedlin's, that's
closer ta Moose Lake, so I made
that assumption.

Oh sure.

So, ya know, he's drinkin', so I
don't think a whole great deal of
it, but Mrs. Mohra heard about the
homicides out here and she thought
I should call it in, so I called
it in. End a story.

What'd this guy look like anyways?

Oh, he was a little guy, kinda

Uh-huh - in what way?

Just a general way.

Okay, well, thanks a bunch, Mr.
Mohra. You're right, it's probably
nothin', but thanks for callin'
her in.

Oh sure. They say she's gonna
turn cold tomorrow.

Yah, got a front movin' in.

Ya got that right.

Monday, November 30, 2009

More than ever
I'm on my own.
It's not good
It's not bad
It's just a fact.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

How reading helps


I feel depressed at night. It’s been like that for a while. I cannot sleep sometimes. And I am re-reading a Vonnegut novel (Fates worse than Death), where the character says the words that later on I learn they use at AA meetings:

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference”.

My mind reflects and quiets upon reading this and other Vonnegut quotes, quotes whose pessimistic view I share and feel and I specially like the idea of the “Suicide Parlor”, also shared by the Spanish band Ilegales and their “Plataforma de suicidio colectivo”, with the added twist of the roofs, the color of a well-known cheap hotel chain:

[…] he hypothecated an America in which almost all of the work was done by machines, and the only people who could get work had three or more Ph D's. There was a serious overpopulation problem, too.

[…] the government […] set up a purple-roofed Ethical Suicide Parlor at every major intersection.

AND that’s the only way I get some comfort and can go to sleep finally–well, that and half a sleeping pill.

Thursday, October 08, 2009


I haven't spoken a word all day -
I'd like to make that a weekend
or a couple of days - woudn't it be nice?