lunes, 31 de agosto de 2009

The heights that make us human

“ Not much, heaven knows, in comparison with the reality, but enough to delight generation after generation of beholders, enough to make them understand at least a little of the true significance of what, in our pathetic imbecility, we call “mere things” and disregard in favor of television ”
– Aldous Huxley, The Doors Of Perception, p. 34.





Every object has a complexity of its own. It has a history and a meaning, a tiny social revolution, perhaps. Every object here is a time capsule from the past; it’s a reminder of the human condition, reminding us of the day the tire was born. Every object that is now came from a now that will never be now again. Objects have become almost part of the human flesh, we stopped being purely human (if there was ever such a notion) a long time ago. We are a species of cyborgs, we can’t live with just our own bodies anymore. (Lords of Kobol hear our prayers!)
Today I invite you to immerse yourselves into the history of an object that has been there since the beginnings of the world’s most thriving civilizations and that has made mankind (and after that womankind) stand tall and strong:
Oh yes… I will now lead you through the story of the historical High Heel shoe. (Yes, I’m not kidding)

You want me to climb where with THESE shoes?

The utility for a higher stature brought upon by rising oneself with the aid of an external object has been documented as being thought of for the first time a around the year 3,500 B.C. in Egypt. The use of these artifacts was engraved in murals, which suggests that their importance was sufficient for future generations to know their existence and different uses. Heels were used as a sign of nobility or higher social standing. They were also used for certain religious rituals. But their snobbish attitude ended there; they were also used by butchers to keep from constantly walking on blood and guts from the animals they murdered.

Philosophy way up high

The Greeks and Romans also had uses for high heels. They would be usually used by actors to indicate the importance or the social status of the characters they played, sort of like the modern stilt. Also, prostitutes could be identified by the use of these type of specific shoe… they started the trend. Smart, smart, toga wearing sluts (sorry if I have offended any of the great sex workers around the world, I have only but respect for your career.)

Trampling on shit

“Heels“(basically just pieces of wood) were attached to shoes, used by men and women, so they would not have to trample away their feet in the provincial streets flooded by mud and shit. Yes… human excrement and puddles of pee… I still can’t understand the irrationality of the middle ages. How does one go from creating a civilization built upon the sewage system, philosophers and politicians that would mold the thoughts of the west for eternity, in exchange of mass religious fanaticism and walking around in pools of shit? Some high heels were so ridiculously high to reach 30 inches! These were called Chopines since the 1400s and created in Turkey. This became very popular, especially among women. Heels were also attached to shoes to make horse-riding easier, since they would hold to the stirrups better.

We shall bring God, civilization and high heels to those savages , my Queen!

But how did standing on top of wood add-ons escaping from human putrid doo doo become an international symbol for high fashion, style and womanhood? In pursue for the attention of a male patriarch! Yes, it was Catherine de Medici, who made heels “in”. She was jealous of her husband’s attraction to a taller mistress, so she would wear 2 inch heels to make her look like she had a “more towering physique and an alluring sway when she walked.” Oh, the search for acceptance, the fight for recognition, we’ve haven’t evolved that much after all. Some baboons go for the redder ass… and we wear heels as an illusion of a higher stature. If baboons had factories, probably some baboon mogul would had thought of selling red balm to make their asses look the reddest they can be… maybe she’s born with it… maybe it’s ass-beeline

Off with their heads… and heels

Heels became a symbol for aristocracy. Louis XVI wore 5 inch heels that were depicted with scenes of battles and wars, he also decreed that red heels could only be worn by nobility and no one could wear shoes higher than his. I wonder why he was beheaded… His wife walked her way to the guillotine in a pair of 2 inchers. The French Revolution ended the monarchy and the 3-estates system, this meant the high heel shoe, representing nobility and aristocracy was frowned upon and was obliterated by the raging mobs of the bourgeoisie… for a while. Not even Napoleon (who probably could had used to gain some inches) brought back the trend. He thought it promoted classism and made egalitarianism quiver.

My heels are mine to see… but my boobs, well here they are! Corsettes and heels.

Heels went back in style in the 1860’s. They were catapulted by the invention of the sewing machine, it now enabled for the making of better and more “comfortable” shoes. The Victorian aesthetic was that of a soft, doll-like and delicate woman. High heel shoes made women’s feet look smaller, reminiscent of the Lotus shoe (torture) used in China for centuries. But about this use of heels we’ll discuss later on. Heels also emphasize the curve of the foot; this was an allusion to the curve of the woman’s body and hence objectifying women as sexual objects to be desired. Talk about a shoe fetish!

Because walking is too comfortable…

Heels came back in style during the 20th century during those fun fun years of the “roaring 20s”. Charleston, whisky and HEELS! Later on the 1950’s made a heel-tastic revolution, the Stiletto was created and ten years later it met its best friend the miniskirt. “Stilettos were often banned from public buildings because they caused physical damage to the floors” Have you ever walked a mile in stiletto shoes and a miniskirt? I haven’t but I wonder what goes on in the mind of every girl that wears that special clubbing outfit. That combo! The one that is a must to attract a husband or at least a one night stand or a roofie… whichever comes first. It’s hard to be sexy and walk at the same time, still don’t know how they do it.
Cheers to those girls that have decided to sacrifice in the name of fashion and unknowingly make homage, every night as they give out the ID to the bouncer, to those prostitutes in Greece, those butchers in Egypt and the millions of people that were saved in the middle ages from getting their feet filled with shit.

I salute you.

martes, 11 de agosto de 2009

Parallel universes



That (sort of greenish) spot that is almost impossible to decipher in the midst of possibly the most entangled map of the different metro tracks… is you.


You (and I and all of us that have subscribed to this massive information web we call the “internet”) are right there in the middle, very easily forgotten and lost. The chaos that surrounds You is the non-material dimension we loose hours and hours and days and relationships and lovers and marriages and friends and jobs and minds to. Oh cyberspace, we’re not worthy!



This entangled metro line is a diagram of the major web places we visit, and this is from two years ago! (Imagine the space Facebook and Twitter have gained, now that they are the new web-trend) We live in a world we have forgotten and yet we barely understand and have created a new one. This is our new space with no final frontier, where everything and everyone is possible, our surrogate societal uterus. It’s truly overwhelming to see this pixel conglomerate and not be astounded. It’s almost beautiful; the complexity of it all and how it somehow seems to work and exist like it’s non-existent.



We have created a world. We must use it wisely, unlike the one we inherited.



* I’ve started my master’s degree on Journalism today. This picture was shown to me by my professor and it blew my mind and gave me chills and jitters and all of those tingly feelings. I have decided I will study the internet until I can finally understand it. To me this other place where we live, is as or maybe even more unknown than where I stand and where I sleep. It’s like a fairytale, there IS a parallel universe and I want to understand its mechanics. This is now, one of my new goals: I will understand how it all works.



domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009

Rice or Delicious Pillows of Love

Arroz Con Gandules!!*vegan version*(Rice with Pigeon Peas!)




This dish is a typical puertorrican staple wich I enjoy to make and better yet, eat! A friend asked me for the recipe and I promised I will write it up. After battling procrastination, my will won the quarrel (hooray!) and here it is!
( I hope it comes out great Valeria!)



Ingredients:
½ -1 bell peppers (it depends how “peppery” you want it! Also, be creative in the colors, pick your fav!)
1 big onion
2-3 cloves of garlic (Depends on how much you love your garlic, I fucking LOVE garlic)

1 veggie Bullion cube

1 can of tomato sauce

1 can of Pigeon Peas
2-3 cups of Rice (medium grain recommended!)
Vegetable Oil
Salt (or if you have ADOBO available, get some ADOBO, you will love it forever dear in your heart)
Big Pot and Lid


Extras (garnishes, so it looks pretty awesome!)
:
Bijol (it’s a natural spice used for color) or yellow/orange colorant
Roasted red peppers
Cilantro


Steps for cooking!

1. Shop the pepper, onion and garlic into tiny pieces.
2. Cover the bottom of the pot with a thin layer of oil.
3. When hot enough (NOT SUPER HOT!) add the shopped veggies and a bit of salt or ADOBO. Let them sweat away until translucent.
4. Add Bullion cube and tomato sauce. Stir together.

5. When all is nicely mixed and you have already tasted its goodness and know and that it’s perfectly seasoned, add the Pigeon Peas (you can add the whole can, including the water). Stir and mix.

6. Add rice. You must add the same amount of water. (ex. 3 cups of rice = 3 cups of water)If you have colorant or bijol, now will be the time to add it and stir it in. A little goes a long way!
7. Check for seasoning and add if needed. You may also add a little splash of oil.
8. Cook in medium-high heat for 10-15 minutes or until most of the liquid has evaporated.
9. Cover with lid and cook for 15 minutes more in low-medium heat or until rice is soft like little pillows of love.

10. Garnish with strips of
roasted red peppers and sprinkles of Cilantro!
11. Enjoy!!!


*Tips*

*If it’s your first time or you’re not very experiences with cooking rice, try not stepping away for more than 5 minutes since it can easily burn and the entire pot of rice will taste like charcoal.

* Some people may use beer or a splash of dry white whine for flavor. (Or better yet, drink the beer while eating the rice)

* Drinking beer always makes food taste better.


sábado, 8 de agosto de 2009

Desgermen revolution















A Minor Introduction.
(Desgermen Revolution)

It was it that stood there, behind the silver blinds of the bathroom window. It was it. There. Announcing it-self and authorizing its existence with every metallic knock. Shaped only as the mere shadow of a young man, bowl-cut hair, slender figure. Insistently there with no message but his name; no means and no end. Was it only there to “be”?

It has been there forever since that day. And it will always be, for centuries and centuries (por los siglos de los siglos, amen!)

It came to this plain via dreams. It used my neurons as a phone; it bathed itself in dimethyltryptamine tubs. It was knocking on my pineal gland.

And from its world of black and grays, it couldn’t grasp the existence of such a thing as colors. It came to haunt me, but I was never scared. It came to introduce it-self. It was successful.

I now, introduce you, to it.


Desgermen.

A paradigm shift in your brain,

A faceless figure in the terrace.

An anti-bacterial brain bath.


It wants to knock on every bathroom window; it wants to feel its knuckles on your metal blinds.


Today it has been released, unto thyself.


Close your bathroom windows…