The Magic of the Cities.
Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer
Friday, February 2, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Valle del Silencio / Silence Valley
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
La Hija de los Apaches / The Apaches Daughter
Pulque.
Agua de las verdes matas,
tú me tumbas, tú me matas,
tú me haces andar a gatas.
Antigua rima popular.
Pulque, or octli, is an alcoholic beverage made from the fermented juice of the maguey, and is a traditional native beverage of Mesoamerica.
The maguey plant is not a cactus (as has sometimes been mistakenly suggested) but an agave, elsewhere called the "century plant". The plant was one of the most sacred plants in Mexico and had a prominent place in mythology, religious rituals, and Mesoamerican industry. La Hija de los Apaches, Its old glory and bright seem to be obscured by the erosion. This
rustic 60 years old ¨PulquerÃa” is one of the last bastions of local customs that stubbornly refuse to give in.
“La Hija de los Apaches” has witnessed countless discussions of famous writers through time and relates of ex-boxers who come to evoke his great feats every Thursday. Luis Buñuel, the eminent filmmaker, found an oasis in this place while he was filming ¨Los Olvidados¨ back in the 50s.
This was take last Friday afternoon.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Giordano Bruno
Giordano Bruno: The Forgotten Philosopher
He is one martyr whose name should lead all the rest. He was not a mere religious sectarian who was caught up in the psychology of some mob hysteria. He was a sensitive, imaginative poet, fired with the enthusiasm of a larger vision of a larger universe ... and he fell into the error of heretical belief. For this poets vision he was kept in a dark dungeon for eight years and then taken out to a blazing market place and roasted to death by fire.
By: John J. Kessler. Ph.D., Ch.E.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Monday, January 8, 2007
Sunday, January 7, 2007
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Friday, January 5, 2007
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
El Pendulo (The Pendulum)
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Monday, January 1, 2007
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