A day in the Duff life

Things that have recently occured in yours truly’s Duff life:

• The graphic designer for my ZUM project bailed… not a complete surprise.

• Someone e-mailed me a “thank you but I don’t think we should start dating” message.

• Met with Shishu, a spunky and nice 20 year old college student who’s in charge of the design for my upcoming book, “7 Minutes in Heaven”.

• Bought some interesting books at Guatemala’s International Book Fair (including a journalism story dedicated to mexican up and coming rock bands, and what young rockers need 2 know and make it in this age).
• Gave Carlita (my friend who’s in the picture with me) some band-aids for her birthday (not just any type of band-aids, no… monkey ones!) and a nice shirt that states: “This is not the life I ordered”.

Gotta work a little, will blog more soon, promise.

 

Relationship Movers

Who are they? Why are they taking our stuff? Did I call them and don’t remember?

 

Pillow talk

Super fucking scared, I am

listening to you dream your way

to the top.

Sweetheart, I truly am scared

of undercover assailants ready to strike

at any silent signal, eager for us to implode.

I know I can be paranoid, baby, please give me

some of that always sexy pillow talk

 

Not digging the sarcasm, dude

My boy, a creative partner and kick ass friend was doing a skype conference with his work team, and he said a sarcastic remark about a coworker. I gave him shit about it, but I’m not sure if he listened, ignored me or got pissed off. The thing is, I don’t digg sarcasm when it’s mean-spirited, even if it’s funny.

 

My momma said

…that it’s good to be truthful (but I’m always on the run)”. I was thinking about that Lenny Kravitz song, a couple of days ago. It’s been a while since I’ve felt committed to someone, so I turn paranoid whenever I feel I’m not living up to my own squeaky-clean expectations. Anyhoo… a couple of minutes ago I finished a brain-storm session with fellow coworkers, and I remembered this video. It’s on the special features of the Punch Drunk Love DVD. Hilarious!

 

The Secret of my Success (there isn’t one)

Mhh, it was a pretty rocking week for me:

• My littlest niece arrived safe and sound on planet Earth (my brother, his dad, fainted on the OR, which -aside from the nasty scar tissue- will provide great family anecdotes for years to come),

• I got myself included in a magazine’s 40 Successful Young Guatemalans,
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• I got to talk about writing ‘n other cool stuff (like Twitter and SMS based novels) on a radio interview,
• A friend of mine agreed to pose nude for some kick ass photos we’ll create together,
• The girl I’m almost seeing moved back to the city, which should be awesome,
• I saw The Dark Knight, the darkest Batman flic yet, with intense performances and a great storyline,
• I attended a lecture my dad gave at his alma mater (it was a huge investment in our Trust Account),
• I went swimming 3 times (although I haven’t hit the weights in 2 weeks… my lazy self is responsible for that one)

 

Unresponsive scripts: they piss me off!

Yep. I guess only slow drivers top the unresponsive script on my shitlist.

 

She’s Anna Graciela

Her name was a combination of a late grand-grandmother’s first name, and one of her grandma’s first name. She’s 6 lbs. of beauty. Also, I am 132 lbs. of “duff-ness” and pure joy.

 

It’s like a sauna in here

Could not help but think of Kramer’s quote, once I stepped into the gym’s sauna. Would’ve been quite fun to actually say it out loud.

 

Illegal Copy Friday!

One thing Guatemala kicks ass at is in the highly profitable and succesful distribution of bootleg copies of music and movies. The government looks the other way (unless you count a raid once a year), and there are tons of streets were people make their living by providing the public all the ilegal stuff they little hearts desire. Me, I drove downtown today, where Zone 1 is at, the Mecca of bootleg vendors. For a mere Q30 (roughly US$4) I got me copies of The Ages of Lulu, Irreversible, Last Tango in Paris and Be Kind Rewind. The first three provide an equal combination of bold/disturbing sexual content, while the last one is pure genius (finished watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind last night… for the gazillionth time, I’m a big Michel Gondry fan). Lacy Weekend, here I come!