TODAY

TODAY. The only day that has ever existed, since it’s now and only now exists; we battle entropy. Or should we decide to run its course? Today I will drink more water, to not be taken by its current, to avoid the accident of drowning in my existence. The glass is half fool, half empty, half-and-half, half drunk. Today is the only reason to be alive. Today is God. God is today. Today is everything and nothing and all that has passed and will pass, but it doesn’t matter, because that which will or has passed, is not today. Today has five letters, the only letters you need to write the book of a thousand truths. The only sounds you’ll need to spew from the pressure of your lips and your tongue, the only explosion of sound you’ll need to create to communicate everything there is, and was and will be. Today I will think twice or not think at all. Living in the grey area is quite chaotic; my thoughts fight their way into little anxious balls of digested information. This little contraptions are like mind mines, waiting for an out-of-place thought to make them go KAPOW! And bombard some minute space inside me. Today, I will not push forward my death date. Today I will appreciate today for being today and not what could have been today or what it should. Today I will stop believing there was anything else possible BUT today. Today is the best day of our lives.

Mere patterns.

After witnessing the beauty of patterns, I too, am left without words.

What can I say greater than what can be watched, observed with these humble eyes. I believe now, we all resonate. We all resonate, we all breathe at once. We all resonate and this is how we should stand. Resonating. The vibrancy of existence. If God exists… it is in the form of a scream. A scream heard to none. A scream that ignited the symphony that plays today. A scream, the scream of creation, the birth cry of the universe. We are mere waves. We all resonate and we forget it. We all resonate and yet we pursue to find a new beat, another drum, a change of rhythm. Music is our birth mother. Music creates and destroys us. Music is vibration, waves, resonance. We all resonate. Today, almost certain that we are all immersed in a cosmic symphony, I find myself and my thoughts so weak, so nothing, simply unworthy. Our selfishness, our desires, our human emotions. So small, so insignificant. We all resonate. That is our answer and it cannot be encountered in any book or class, any mind that dares to call itself genius. If we don’t comprehend THIS, our simplest truths… we are nothing but mere particles that vibrate without knowing the frequency of our reality.

The French Revolution (Breakfast edition)

As seen here... the French way ahead of Americans(specially in booby freedom)... they believe in the equality of men and women to show their breast when they please. Burn the Bras! Shirtless equality!

As proud as I am of the fact that I’m keeping this blog project updated, I haven’t done as much food-talk as I should/want. The opportunity to post some nice recipes came forward today from a conversation in today’s class break… yeah you know, we have 3 hour long classes… (Run away if you’re planning to do a Master’s Degree) at about 8 P.M. all we can think and talk about is to feed our hungry stomachs.

Spending a week in the woods cooking vegetarian/vegan awesomely delicious food, dilemmas aroused about creating different vegan alternatives to already restrictive vegetarian menus. But oh, don’t fear, we came up with some stuff that will blow your taste buds away into black holes of culinary existence and taste oh yes, vegan nirvana.

It is bliss… in the form of a French toast and tofu scramble.

Ovary-free scramble

What you’ll need:

Peppers (Every color is accepted! Hooray for diversity!)

Onion

Tomato

Garlic (if you must)

Mushrooms (The non-magical kind. Booo!)

Any veggie you desire, FREEDOM! IT'S VEGGIE FREEDOM!

Firm Tofu

Vegan butter or olive oil

Some cooking device, preferably a pan.

Seasoning or Adobo ( Adobo, you must!)

What to do:

1. Chop all the veggies until they are remotely similar in size.

2. Add butter or oil to the pan in high heat.

3. Add the veggies and sauté until soft/tender.

4. Break down tofu in little pieces with your fingers. (FUN!)

5. Mix veggies and tofu until equally distributed ( Egalitarianism people! Liberté, fraternité, égalité!)

6. Season till palate satisfaction.

The scramble should look and taste good enough to trick anyone into thinking its real eggs, but without the whole exploiting chickens for their unborn children part. It’s called having your scramble and eating it too! The pursuit of happiness of vegans and non-vegans alike.

Now… how must we accompany this delicious Republican ( in the FRENCH REVOLUTION SENSE) egalitarian, democratic, for the people, creation?

Guillotine-worthy Toast! (french toast, duh!)

Now, here we affront a problem… a vegan French toast implies it will have no eggs. How is that possible you say? Oh the dilemma! The people want their sweet toast! They have a guillotine…

Substitution! Yup… it’s a pretty awesome thing. And this experiment came out MARVELOUSLY GREAT. It was better than I expected. The taste of the bourgeoisie. Yum, Yum, exploitation!

What you’ll need:

Vegan bread

Vanilla extract

Cinnamon

Sugar

Bananas

Soy Milk (regular or vanilla, or chocolate if you want to be adventorous, any type of milk will do, except, obviously, any animal by-product)

Butter

Maple syrup

Blender

The same pan you made the scramble in (clean it first,please!)

What you have to do:

1. Add bananas and soy milk in the blender until pudding-like consistency

2. Add vanilla extract, cinnamon and sugar to taste

3. Spread the mixture in some sliced bread. ( Go heavy on it and both sides!)

4. Add butter to pan and wait till is sizzling.

5. Fry the bread in the pan until golden-brown. ( Don’t leave and forget, they burn easily. FIRE!)

6. Add syrup to finish perfection.

This breakfast will have you speaking French in no time and believing again, in the dream of what once was democracy. (Yeah, right.)

The French kinda did it right… for a while. (NAPOLEON…oops.)

Enjoy this totally-random-found-in-youtube video:

People.

Drink up, baby
Stay up all night
Things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
You'll never see
Promises you'll only make
-Elliot Smith

(Meant to be read with the rythm of this here beautiful song)

Entra y ven. Mira otra vez… vuelve a decirme un tal vez. Oblígate a bailar con tu duda sinfín. Pero…hazlo bien, al ritmo y de pie, que todo puede cambiar. Vuelve a decirte un tal vez. Y hoy que pensé… que no te escuché, me gritas con tu callar. Dale, otra vez, ve y al volver… dime que no, dime que no piense más. Dime que no imagine cosas que no serán. Dime que si, dime que ya… dime lo que yo quiero escuchar. Y no pretenderé, no lo tengo que hacer. No tengo que esconder. No me verás, nunca sabrás, jamás te voy a contar. Pero al escuchar, siempre tendrás, la duda que aquí te entregué. Mira. Es lo único que puedes hacer. Sientes… ¿tal vez? Tendré que creer, que de eso si eres capaz. Solo, tal vez. Junto, tal vez. No sabes donde estarás. Pierde, la oportunidad otra vez y siente el vaivén, de noches y enredos, que no sucedieron, por tu decirme un tal vez. Aprende a contar, lo que no va a pasar. Aprende a retroceder. Aprende a rebanar los segundos. Aprende a considerar un rumbo y si quieres romper con las redecillas que te inhiben de ser. Y así tal vez, solo tal vez, encuentres a donde volver. O a donde ir, o donde estar o si perteneces en el. Y si tal vez, no sabes volver, recoge las migajas de ti, que están ahí, esparcidas, ahí, obligadas a solo mirar, a solo es...pe...cu...lar ,sobre un tal vez o sobre un no sé, pero nunca, di que nunca, un jamás.

The toy's God used to play with

If the universe was created by some type of God… I hereby swear that is was drawn up using Spirographs ®. You remember those little toys? They were sometimes found in the drugstore, wrapped in polyethylene and cardboard. $2.00 and you can draw up the fabric that is space-time. I swear it’s true! Have you ever dismantled a piece of matter? I’m not talking particle colliders, I’m talking real deconstruction of the “here”. Of what you are made of… inside ourselves, in the most intrinsic space know to mankind… strings have managed to create unique snowflakes and spirals that are endless and math without numbers, trees that are made up by tiny whimsical geometric acquaintances.

And, Oh! Do not dare forget the clouds. There isn’t one that is like the other. And it’s only air… beautiful gas that has managed to portray everything that is and was, perfection.Have you ever witnessed what lies behind each puzzle piece? There are ways to catch a glimpse. Only in certain occasions, only when the light from one specific sunbeam has decided to unclothe reality, only when I’ve been able to blink twice in the moment where one is supposed to only be capable to blink once. Blinking at the speed of light.