i’ve been listening a lot the album Agent Cooper / by David Lynch, all the tapes he records to Diane. I love doing simultaneous listening with my friends. so we play Agent Cooper tapes at the same time with Martin, we say in the chat -1 -2 -3 and the hearing starts. Eventually we tell things in the chat, or scream at some scenes, as if we were in a sofa seeing it, yelling things to the characters in the screen.

it happens sometimes a movie / or a movie mood besiege reality, this saturday was immerse in a red lodge atmosphere. went to a sort of exhibition, then spanish food. marian aka: nikita, finds a news in the wall saying “the broken dreams that killed marian”.

guille is going to live in new york, is his last saturday in buenos aires, for an instant he is in peace, pleased and quiet.

i found myself in the bathroom, duplicated, that is how i hold my camera.
these lines appeared in my mind ( a fragment of Twin Peaks script)

COOPER
But it is Laura Palmer. Are you Laura Palmer?

WOMAN

I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back.

LITTLE MAN

She’s filled with secrets. Where we’re from, the birds sing a pretty song and there’s always music in the air.

Strange saxophone music filters into the air. The Little Man hops off the chair and begins to dance a strange dance around the table. The Woman rises, goes over, and gently kisses Cooper on the mouth. She softly whispers something in his ear

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want me to upload Agent Cooper tapes? and we all listen at the same time?
please let me know.
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buenos aires, friday 5pm _ after a meeting_ no retouch, a very copola sky_
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it had been a while since i couldn’t drive alone in the city, so i am addict to street and tress // a short police story + gallery tree + 2 girls in a rainy day inside japanese garden having a tea.
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i have identified favorite trees in my journeys to work, or certain places in the city. also the hours that make some look fascinating when leaves seems to have transparency.

a police stopped near my car and asked what i was doing since i was in a rather unsuitable place, for long time. i was in front of a tree i’ve been following with my eyes for a while. but this saturday the 3 pm light was amazing. i wanted water in the glass, because i love how it affects the image but i still can’t handle all the many alternatives the windshield has, dropping water, different speeds, so it took me a while since i got the right amount of little drops. this looked suspicious for the policeman. anyway when i explained i took photos of tress from the car my only proof where in the camera, so i asked him - wanna see them? he agreed, and said they were very beautiful and let me go.
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i am taught “pro tools” a very sophisticated sound processing software… by santi, a musician and friend. it is very difficult so far, except when i relate to it in visual terms with it, since it looks like some design/movie applications. so this is my first approach to it. (eventually he desisted teaching me, and gave me soundedit… hope the look&feel is this nice
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this is his work in process, shown by this software, with _my very amateur track_ a thing on me (and his little girl typing in the back)
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these R the sets _ all of them were written and concieved in english _ this is sort of the spanish version of them. most R things in the blog. hope u enjoy just them usic of words in spanish.
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** i just stole all those fabolous tennis courts photos from different people in flickr. grateful_

my friend martin called me - i am 1 block away from your house, got the wrist support u wanted
- ok come right now, R u near havana? (is a great chocolate place) bring some chocolates.
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did some performing / ball dropping in Outsider _ an event taken place once a month, organized by val (valeria) my dearing friend, we share some funny things:
* we were both born april 2
* our mothers names R “silvia”
* they own the same china porcelain, they both have some pieces missing
* we both love writing
* we both love english, actually valeria teaches english using books and movies.
we met in a literature workshop, she said that when i told her i was aries, she knew i was born april 2.
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Anyway Outsider gather 4 people involved somehow in writing/ poetry world + music + one outsider.
someone that comes from another part of the world but has written pieces. so far there has participated, publicists, actress, rock signers too. this way the mix of people gets more interesting, and mixing is more fun.
this R slides from that night.

each set a ball went towards the audience.
i was told very very late, in tennis u never have 6 sets… i am so fool.. as much as i love tennis courts
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this is what i watch while driving
red lights waiting
traffic congestion,
i am beggining to like them
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my thoughts nest
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colors become almost a shadow of color
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i just wish
u could hear
what was in my headphone
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_photos without any retouch, just as i took them inside the car.
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imagine this: i was driving, you just watched trees from your seat.
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a friend of mine told me once, - each computer has its own personality.
i deeply agreed with his point of view.
lately i’ve been feeling each camera has a color palette of its own too, its own perception skills & devotions, its point of vulnerability to certain objects/subjects or light.

i’ve been lucky with my camera personality even if my usage is almost amateur and unsuitable.
even when is hard for my taking focused shots and click the button, since i have to hold the camera with my left hand, and most cameras R designed for right hand user. but it seems we know each other.

my new phone is surprising me each take too, it does amazing distortions, reality seems liquid through it “eyes” but i am amazed by the colors it gives.

i take full advantage of device’s soul.
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something about “blind & amateur” that appeals me, finding the results not provoking it -
It is opposite to “domain/control” is a submission to randomness. And maybe a hidden fascination by contextual performance. It doesn’t has to do with success, sometime shots doesn’t worth at all, but it is always interesting not knowing what i will find, being surprised by it, letting technology interact and play a role. like when i do my hair sometimes, there R aspects that i don’t control at all.
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* trees photos R from my camera / inside the car / the glass was a little dirty / images R just how i took them after playing with buttons, the gradient in some of them is from the car glass.
* hair photos R from the webcam in my computer / except the red one is from iphone

HE TELLS HER \"LET\"S CLICK, XIU XIU, LET\'S CLICK\" [ LISTEN HERE ]
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epilogue
bought some planets stickers. relaxed in bed, watching pieces of Solaris in the net, Tarcovsky and Soderbergh, both catch me, although they R very different one from another. My friend Nikita, phoned me, i call her like that because she loves andrenaline and dogs, brushes and planes. She asked me to go to a party since a very close friend is going to live in NY. I couldn’t refused. So i put my planets and writings aside and even feeling with last_day_of_the _work_week tiredness,went there. it turn out to be lighter each moment. We entered in Solaris modus somehow. As if u should make an effort to keep the feet in the ground. My mind sings ” Ladies and gentleman, we R floating in the space_ *by spiritualized
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CONVERSATION_ EXTRACTS
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SHE
everything i say has symbiosis….
though sometimes my feelings work in relative isolation from you, is that what u call microgravity?

HE
microgravity
find your system

SHE
like Solaris. do you know that film?, it is vintage and futuristi, they danced a waltz in a library and all the books start floating… he feeds his memory, he kills it, it is born again, he teaches how to breath, the memory repeat a series of event from its birth in his mind till its disappearance. over a over like an esoteric vignettes

HE
let’s click!
xiu xiu
let’s click!

SHE
do you think we could manage to survive without gravity?
think of all the things we could do with in our hair, wouldn’t it be better? loosing ground?
_lets click!
letters, letters
_let’s click!

HE
i know, i know, you need to make extra effort, you wanted to know how it might sound, space, space soundscapes. You wanted to make music with planets Started searching in Nasa sites, what about? what about the sonic activity of planets…

SHE
distance yeah…that precise location… is it possible to whistle in mars?

HE
you wanted to play drums, where vibrations goes? can the frequency of your breath stand still…. mm i just heard an audio where the sun was interviewed, he was compared to other starts, he spoke like king, a funny king though