Dear Anti Diary,

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June 2010

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The ultimate human power trip

I am not one for poetry, I will admit it. I have never considered myself romatic and I confess that sometimes it puzzles me, the whole abstract writing thing with love phrases and stuff. Note that using the word stuff should by itself give you a clue to how I feel about poetry.

Anyways, Yeah, Poetry.

So it turns out that a tormented poet (aren’t they all) decided to "insert" poetry in a bacteria.

Now, lets hold this thought for a second.

When I heard that My mind just blew up with questions. Literally. From What? to Why the hell? to how…..?

So, insert poetry in a bacteria. In codes in the ADN cellular structure, as an amino-acid I believe.

Why? Well, come on, you have not figure it out? Because, silly, bacterias could outlive civilization and the earth itself. So, in order to preserve your work, you should totally consider putting it inside something that will indeed survive. Makes me think about my contact list in my phone.

Ok, before my mind starts to blow up again, I will continue. Cause it is not over.

So, this amoniacid thing there inside the bacteria will break down. And this poet believes that the result (another code of aminoacids or proteins, heck I don’t know) its the poetry response of the bacteria. Because Now Bacterias respond, to things you insert in them.

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that up there between parenthesis is the black hole thought this created in my gray mass.

Lets go now, continue.

So, dear poet and scientist, Um, you inserted information in a bacteria and this one is responding you. Correct? Correct.

And the information you decided to insert was poetry. Correct? Correct.

Now, what did the bacteria ever do to you? Why in the world the thing we inject this poor little creature is some tormented thought of the human kind? Talk about close encounters of the whatever kind for this little thing!

Now, another thing. Ever thought -and this is based on the premises that the bacteria is indeed responding- about asking… I dunno… Hey there bacteria, whats up, listen, would you by any chance know the mystery of your origin?

WHERE ARE YOU FROM BACTERIA?

Hey, do you know some of you cause really mean diseases out here, would you happen to know what can we do to stop it?!!!!

Hey there bacteria, tell me more about you. I am all ears (and microscopes, and syringes, and computers and stuff)

No. None of those questions. No.

What did we do as humans? We inserted poetry, the most selfish thing i have ever heard in my lifetime. We (as human race) inserted P O E T R Y into a living being. An unilateral, tormented, confusing thought full of sentiments and probably pain that has no question mark. We inserted a monologue. Brilliant. That is how we want to be known in the bacteria world. As unilateral selfish assholes.

And we are. Indeed we are. This is only another proof of it.

Let me just repeat this. One of us inserted poetry into a bacteria, and the bacteria broke down the information turning it into another poetry I guess. It is mind blowing and immediately sad at the same time.

This, my fellow human being, is simply undeciphrable for me, because as I said before, I do not care for poetry, but now I am totally rooting for bacterias.

Jun 27, 2010
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 15, 201097 notes
oh Come On!

So tell me you, If you had the opportunity what would you tell people?

Um, ok. Totally nor prepared for this but ok.

I     will     tell   them….

well, first of all

-no, you, just clear message please-

uh ok

ok

Here we go,

I would tell people to…

Well, really,

-whats the problem world changer? awww You do not have a clear message? you have not yet picked your battle I see…-

Its not about that! Its just that… Well, I have a lot of battles, or challenges and ideas and projects and stuff

(and stuff? did I just say that? and stuff? Oh god)

-beeeeeep- time is up

This is a sad day in my life. I just could not put into a small paragraph how I want to better the world.

Fuck me, really. Fuck me.

I could say fuck him, but as big of a jerk as he is, he is right.

Get your shit together, be it shit that will change the world, be it shit that will make you have a girlfriend, be it shit that will make you successful in your evil plans

get your shit together miss….

I know, and fuck you.

Jun 15, 2010
“You can’t be fucked by assholes, you’d have to be fuck by dicks or dick- shaped things.” —Cray
Jun 9, 2010

Is it time to change the world yet?

Jun 9, 20101 note
sunday morning revelation

There is something so magical about waking up early when the world seems to be asleep. There is a sense of possibilities and opportunities and chances. All the things we could do seem so possible.

That first cup of coffee gives you that caffeine boost that motivate your brain to go places you thought were not possible yesterday at 6 in the afternoon because you were a little tired and wanted to take a nap but it was too late anyways…

I think I can change the world. I believe I can make at least today a meaningful day and continue to enjoy this moment of clarity in my head.

It is 7 55 in the morning on a Sunday, you are asleep and I am fully awake to life.

Jun 6, 2010
saturday morning wisdom
  • Kid: Those tomatoes are pretty
  • Mom: arent they?
  • Kid: I wont eat them
  • Mom: why?
  • kid: because they are too pretty
  • Mom: what does that mean?
  • Kid: I like our garden tomatoes, they are small, red, not too pretty, dirty and they taste awesome, I dont know the people who have the garden where this tomatoes came from
Jun 5, 2010
And I was... Amazed...I think

Not at all what I expected, but that is exactly what I wanted, a different day.

Bizarre day I would call it, everything seemed to be going wrong until I understood there was a different rhythm about everything. Then i smiled and then the day became clearly confusing, and therefore I enjoyed it.

People, as I have said before, make me happy. I tend to forget that we are all connected somehow. I see the news and wish we could change and wonder if we will never change and this is our nature. And then I see people out there, minding their business with no ambition to bomb another country or steal corporate secrets or gain power over territory. And then I smile all over again because I am one of you.

I day and night dream, awake or not. I think and wonder, a lot. I make up fantasies in my head and toy with the ideas in reality. I make people laugh and their laugh fill me with energy.

I like my life, I would have to thank you (and me) for that.

Jun 3, 2010

Today is going to be a good day. I’m open and willing to be amazed, no matter how.

Jun 3, 2010

How come no one has invented real rain shoes for when it’s hot? I’m stuck between flip flops and leather boots..

Jun 1, 2010
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