There is a saying in German which I love, it reads „Sport ist Mord“ and can be translated to „sport kills“. Last Saturday I went snowboarding with Hannes and Anne and at the middle of the first slope I felt (just after coming to a complete stop). when this happenes, I was moving so slow before falling, that you cannot even call that speed; however, I landed on my knees and hands. My right wrist was injured.
Doing sport is one of the two reasons I haven’t written in my blog, the other one is the lack of interesting happenings at the moment. Yes, my life is currently pretty boring.
Based on the lack of curious, sad or funny events in the last two weeks, I will show you a series of pictures from me enjoying the night life in Los Cabos. These pictures reflect what partying, getting drunk and meeting girls is for me.
If you want to see me at my best, click here
sábado, 26 de febrero de 2011
lunes, 14 de febrero de 2011
Todays is a day for celebrating having good friends
Today is St. Valentine day. In Austria it is “The day of the beloved” and in Mexico “The day of love and friendship”. In Austria people are now buying only one flower bouquet, however in Mexico, people are buying chocolates for the office colleagues, carnations for their close friends and perfume for the partner.
When I was in high school, we bought carnations for our friends on this day. It was nice to get many and in different colours. The white ones meant friendship; if you got a pink carnation it meant someone liked you, but if you got a red one, oh man, there was someone crazy about you!
Last week, I was on my way out to the supermarket when I saw a man lying in front of the building’s door (in my building there are nine apartments). I helped him to stand and only then I realised it was my neighbour, the retired University professor from upstairs. While I accompanied him to his flat, he told me he had a blood pressure problem and felt. He also added that the day before he turned 80 years old and he was proud to tell me that he was born in the apartment he lives. 80 years in the same flat!
After ensuring that he was well, I went on, but just before leaving I noticed a slight smell of alcohol in his breath, I also saw six bottles of beer in his grocery bag.
Sometimes, when I am a little depressed, I am afraid of living on my own for the rest of my life. This pessimistic visualization of my future vanishes away as soon as I think of all the good friends I have.
Earlier today I talked on the phone with Magdalena and Isabella; after work, I went with Hannes for dinner (I just joined him since I ate earlier); when I got home, I had a fantastic phone conversation with Maria; Verena just called me minutes ago, and the first thing I will do when I finishing writing this, it will be to call my brother and then my sister and mom.
Today, the day of love and friendship, reminded me how much I love my friends, and if I in 50 years I fell in front of the house, I will surely call a good friend and tell him or her “Shit man, I am getting old and I am dying slowly!”, I will say it in a sarcastic way so that we laugh together and then we will meet for a glass of prosecco.
When I was in high school, we bought carnations for our friends on this day. It was nice to get many and in different colours. The white ones meant friendship; if you got a pink carnation it meant someone liked you, but if you got a red one, oh man, there was someone crazy about you!
Last week, I was on my way out to the supermarket when I saw a man lying in front of the building’s door (in my building there are nine apartments). I helped him to stand and only then I realised it was my neighbour, the retired University professor from upstairs. While I accompanied him to his flat, he told me he had a blood pressure problem and felt. He also added that the day before he turned 80 years old and he was proud to tell me that he was born in the apartment he lives. 80 years in the same flat!
After ensuring that he was well, I went on, but just before leaving I noticed a slight smell of alcohol in his breath, I also saw six bottles of beer in his grocery bag.
Sometimes, when I am a little depressed, I am afraid of living on my own for the rest of my life. This pessimistic visualization of my future vanishes away as soon as I think of all the good friends I have.
Earlier today I talked on the phone with Magdalena and Isabella; after work, I went with Hannes for dinner (I just joined him since I ate earlier); when I got home, I had a fantastic phone conversation with Maria; Verena just called me minutes ago, and the first thing I will do when I finishing writing this, it will be to call my brother and then my sister and mom.
Today, the day of love and friendship, reminded me how much I love my friends, and if I in 50 years I fell in front of the house, I will surely call a good friend and tell him or her “Shit man, I am getting old and I am dying slowly!”, I will say it in a sarcastic way so that we laugh together and then we will meet for a glass of prosecco.
martes, 8 de febrero de 2011
When two independent things, leading to the same object, occur at the same time we have to pay extreme attention!
I always have admired those journalists who write about a subject and find parallels between that subject and something apparently having nothing to do with it. Sometimes it is an artist or an historic event. Commonly, in those articles, everything seems so irrelevant, but if you keep reading, the article perfectly mixes subjects which turn into a perfectly logic article.
When I finish reading articles, I wish I could be as wise and as clever as those guys.
Right now, I am about to write a similar article…and I am neither wise nor clever, and I did not studied journalism, and did no research at all. I will just write what happened today.
It all started when I read an article in a Mexican online newspaper about Thomas Bernhard. It said he would be turning 80 years old tomorrow if he would be alive. Thomas Bernhard is one of Austria’s most important novelists of the last century. The article also mentioned that the director of the Thomas Bernhard Institute is called Martin Huber.
Immediately I sent Hannes an E-Mail with the newspaper link because Hannes parents live in the same neighbourhood were the writer lived…and he told me yesterday he finished reading a book by Bernhard.
After some minutes, I wrote Hannes once more to tell him a nice coincidence: A common friend of us is called Martin Huber, and Martin told me last summer it would be cool to move to Ohlsdorf, Hannes’ hometown, because he is a fan of Bernhard’s literature and wanted to live near the writer’s house. What Martin surely doesn’t know is that he shares the same name and last name with the Thomas Bernhard Institute’s director.
Half an hour later, I sent Hannes another e-mail with more coincidences: Thomas Bernhard was born on February 9th, just as my cousin Karla. Karla currently lives in Madrid and Thomas Bernhard also lived there…and Karla was two years ago in Ohlsdorf.
An hour after that, I forgot about the coincidences issue and checked the e-mail account of Los Gurkos, our cultural association. There, I saw an e-mail for Hannes, it was sent by one of Austria’s most known DJs: B.Fleischmann. Fleischmann wrote that e-mail to Hannes and sent a copy to the director of Morr Music, an important indie and electronic record label based in Berlin’s. An hour after B. Fleischmann’s e-mail, Thomas Morr, the owner of Morr music replied to Hannes.
It took me a while to put all the pieces together…then, as fast as I could, wrote Hannes an e-mail saying the following:
"Hannes,
We have been communicating the entire day via e-mail regarding coincidences around Thomas Bernhard, and now the cycle has been closed.
Today, you received two e-mails on the los gurkos account, one from B. Fleischmann, whose real name is Bernhard Fleischmann and the second E-Mail was by Thomas Morr, if you put both first names together you get Thomas Bernhard"
On the last episode I saw from Twin Peaks, Agent Cooper said something like “When two independent things, leading to the same object, occur at the same time we have to pay extreme attention”.
Today’s coincidences were bay far more than two, that is why I am rigorously following Agent Cooper’s advice.
When I finish reading articles, I wish I could be as wise and as clever as those guys.
Right now, I am about to write a similar article…and I am neither wise nor clever, and I did not studied journalism, and did no research at all. I will just write what happened today.
It all started when I read an article in a Mexican online newspaper about Thomas Bernhard. It said he would be turning 80 years old tomorrow if he would be alive. Thomas Bernhard is one of Austria’s most important novelists of the last century. The article also mentioned that the director of the Thomas Bernhard Institute is called Martin Huber.
Immediately I sent Hannes an E-Mail with the newspaper link because Hannes parents live in the same neighbourhood were the writer lived…and he told me yesterday he finished reading a book by Bernhard.
After some minutes, I wrote Hannes once more to tell him a nice coincidence: A common friend of us is called Martin Huber, and Martin told me last summer it would be cool to move to Ohlsdorf, Hannes’ hometown, because he is a fan of Bernhard’s literature and wanted to live near the writer’s house. What Martin surely doesn’t know is that he shares the same name and last name with the Thomas Bernhard Institute’s director.
Half an hour later, I sent Hannes another e-mail with more coincidences: Thomas Bernhard was born on February 9th, just as my cousin Karla. Karla currently lives in Madrid and Thomas Bernhard also lived there…and Karla was two years ago in Ohlsdorf.
An hour after that, I forgot about the coincidences issue and checked the e-mail account of Los Gurkos, our cultural association. There, I saw an e-mail for Hannes, it was sent by one of Austria’s most known DJs: B.Fleischmann. Fleischmann wrote that e-mail to Hannes and sent a copy to the director of Morr Music, an important indie and electronic record label based in Berlin’s. An hour after B. Fleischmann’s e-mail, Thomas Morr, the owner of Morr music replied to Hannes.
It took me a while to put all the pieces together…then, as fast as I could, wrote Hannes an e-mail saying the following:
"Hannes,
We have been communicating the entire day via e-mail regarding coincidences around Thomas Bernhard, and now the cycle has been closed.
Today, you received two e-mails on the los gurkos account, one from B. Fleischmann, whose real name is Bernhard Fleischmann and the second E-Mail was by Thomas Morr, if you put both first names together you get Thomas Bernhard"
On the last episode I saw from Twin Peaks, Agent Cooper said something like “When two independent things, leading to the same object, occur at the same time we have to pay extreme attention”.
Today’s coincidences were bay far more than two, that is why I am rigorously following Agent Cooper’s advice.
lunes, 7 de febrero de 2011
Lord of the Ceviche part III: The Return of the King
I think many families have a special city, town or region where they spend holidays. Between 1990 and 1996, I travelled with my family to a town called Puerto Peñasco each Easter. I have very nice memories of Puerto Peñasco: my sister and I inviting different friends each year, my brother vomiting because he ate 8 brownies when he was six years old, me kissing a girl for the first time, going fishing with my grand father and collecting clams at the beach. However, there is one thing I learned there which changed my life: A cook trusted me his secret recipe to prepare the king of ceviche.
That secret lies in the fish and the way to cut the flesh. The fish has to be sierra (in English Pacific Sierra or Sierra Mackerel) and the flesh has to be “separated” from the fish’s skin by “scrubbing” it using a spoon.
This knowledge was entrusted to me almost 17 years ago by that Master, and I made good use of this information. I prepared a sierra ceviche the next day after receiving the secret recipe, but it was not until last December when I decided to use all my powers, I wanted to show the world the immense supremacy of the king of ceviche, I gathered forces from the very deep of my soul and prepared mentally to combine the experiences I had collected during my extensive mission and mixed it with the old Masters’ secret. My family and I were witnesses of what happened…
Our journey started when we departed to the Palmilla beach; there I encountered an assembly of wise old men, who made a living by extracting living fish from the deep waters of the Sea of Cortéz. To achieve that, they used wooden boats, as old as history itself. The wise men brought the fish to the land and sacrificed them at the windy sea shore. The men separated the gutter from the flesh and fed it to the schools of birds…albatrosses…sea gulls and pelicans, all hungry for fresh bloody guts.
An old wise man provided me and my cousin Laura a piece of fresh sacrificed fish to taste it…it was raw, it was mouth-watering, and yes…it was Sierra.
Laura and I, without hesitating, acquired the necessary amount of fish to feed my starving tribe. Back in our shelter we scrubbed the flesh out of the Sierra filets, marinated it with lime juices so it obtained their scent, combined it with sacred red onions, fresh coriander and tomato and we added a new component to the original recipe: avocado cubes.
After curing the ceviche for half an hour, we were ready for ingesting its powers and there it was, the king was once more with us, we all were there…we all tasted it...the return of the king.
That secret lies in the fish and the way to cut the flesh. The fish has to be sierra (in English Pacific Sierra or Sierra Mackerel) and the flesh has to be “separated” from the fish’s skin by “scrubbing” it using a spoon.
This knowledge was entrusted to me almost 17 years ago by that Master, and I made good use of this information. I prepared a sierra ceviche the next day after receiving the secret recipe, but it was not until last December when I decided to use all my powers, I wanted to show the world the immense supremacy of the king of ceviche, I gathered forces from the very deep of my soul and prepared mentally to combine the experiences I had collected during my extensive mission and mixed it with the old Masters’ secret. My family and I were witnesses of what happened…
Our journey started when we departed to the Palmilla beach; there I encountered an assembly of wise old men, who made a living by extracting living fish from the deep waters of the Sea of Cortéz. To achieve that, they used wooden boats, as old as history itself. The wise men brought the fish to the land and sacrificed them at the windy sea shore. The men separated the gutter from the flesh and fed it to the schools of birds…albatrosses…sea gulls and pelicans, all hungry for fresh bloody guts.
An old wise man provided me and my cousin Laura a piece of fresh sacrificed fish to taste it…it was raw, it was mouth-watering, and yes…it was Sierra.
Laura and I, without hesitating, acquired the necessary amount of fish to feed my starving tribe. Back in our shelter we scrubbed the flesh out of the Sierra filets, marinated it with lime juices so it obtained their scent, combined it with sacred red onions, fresh coriander and tomato and we added a new component to the original recipe: avocado cubes.
After curing the ceviche for half an hour, we were ready for ingesting its powers and there it was, the king was once more with us, we all were there…we all tasted it...the return of the king.
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