The last days of this year are strange. Not stranger than usual, but still. We could call them "closing". Paying the bills, giving ends to stories that should have closed long ago, finding who's in and who's out for the next part of the trip. And betting, of course. Lucky games are part of the whole ending situation. You can never know the ending of the story if you don't try. Even if chances are against you.
The last days of 2013 are gonna be fun. And then we'll see...


Walking in high heels 'round Exarcheia and other paradoxalities

Ok, so this post is gonna consist of brief comments about those holidays.

1. I finally understood why I shoot nothing lately. It's because of my utter disinterest in almost everything that I go through. Been there, done that, shot that. And the digital camera (even my beloved x100s) doesn't help because it makes things more complicated. Change the white balance, change the iso, look at the picture, shoot it again... It's a bore. I so miss the good ol' days when I shot one or two pictures and actually saw them in a month or so. Things are going too fast nowadays. So, in the midst of trying to fix my general nihilism, I might also try to shoot digital like film. And we'll see...

2. Looking like your parents when you're only in your twenties is an alarming fact. Going to sleep early, being upset over casualties, skipping things with your friends is wrong even in their age. And, getting over the fact that it's disappointing for you, is it a bearable situation for them? I wonder.

3. This year smells nothing like christmas. Be it the thousands of homeless people on the streets (and the sweaters dressing the trees, not them, for Christs sake), my age or the sleeplessness, I haven't felt the utter joy yet. But the holidays ain't over anyway.

4. I'm getting onto very nice music. And even working. Oh, joy.

So, happy holidays everyone and I hope the next post will be less sarcastic. In-between phases are tough.


The pains of being snob at heart

It's a great post for late at night (while listening to songs that I've fished on facebook, another big hobby of mine). Since the days of this year are coming to an end (and I'm almost nothing but happy for that) I'd like to admit a sin of mine. Sometimes I'm being snob to the core.
Let's analyze snob, because it's a term that's often misunderstood. The word SNOB is made of the initials of the words Sine Nobilitate, which mean without nobility. It seems that it was first used in a prestigious university two centuries ago to distinguish the poorer students from the aristocratic ones. The meaning was soon inversed, and here we have today's word. Even though a snob is usually associated with the upper class and money, it is not always the case. Because a snob is most of all associated with pride. So, what about me?

I have a strange case of snobbism. I am a snob against the "exhibitionists". The ones who want to show you they have money, charm, knowledge. If one of those is around me, he'll never leave unharmed. You could say, sofar, so good. Noone actually likes those guys. So why the theatrics?

Because being snob never helps. Even though these people might be shitty, by snobbing them you could never change them. And snob is like an expansive illness: first you're against the ones who deserve it and then it widens. And let me tell you what happens when you're angry... oh, you've guessed right.

So, one of my new years resolutions would be to abolish snobbism. It's gonna be a tough one...


Y tu novia tambien

Things change. I've started listening to electronic music extensively. And many much more...


About the unexpected (and how to get over it)

Since a tender age, I've had a flair for the unexpected. Not believing in metaphysics has helped, but not quite. I've been wondering, "what if...this thing happens at that time". The thing is, it never does.
Waiting for something concrete to happen unexpectedly is absurd, anyways. So, what do you do?
First, if you truly believe in the unexpected, don't make plans (that doesn't apply generally) . Even if they become true, they'll always be less spectacular that the ones you've dreamt of. Second, if you truly don't believe in the unexpected, don't wait for it to change your life. There's no third. Just a song.