Against all odds

The famous Amy Reagan described herself in the following way: "Organism resistent to natural selection"... I could not find a better description of myself. I am a human-like organism highly resistent to natural selection. Homo Impossibilis. Here I am, doing what I wanted, against all odds...

Impossibilis

I am raining on the ocean
and the ocean just waves
laughing at me...

Estoy lloviendo sobre el mar
y el mar simplemente se menea
burlándose de mí...

When Dreams End

I am the survivor of two or three ends of the world. Every time it is always me, the only thing rising up among the ashes of humanity, cleaning the dust from my skin, becoming god and creating a whole new world... hoping this time it will work better.

Writing again

I haven't written a thing for a while. That is because, for a while, I was happy...

Eve's Molecular Biology

Finally good news! I have been offered a position at the "Republican Institute of Creationist Science" at some-town (Texas, USA) to work in a famous project called "Culturing Human Male Ribbon Cells in order to generate complete Human Females"... As soon as they get data, I will do the modeling. I am so looking forward...

Science and La Chilindrina

During the 70s and 80s there was a mexican comedy show called "El Chavo del Ocho", which all the kids in my neighborhood loved. I never forgot one sketch where one character ("La Chilindrina") was trying to cheer up another one ("El Chavo") by telling the story of a poor bootblack child who made it out of poverty: He started shining shoes and saving money until he could buy his own equipment, and then became a small entrepreneur, buying more equipment and hiring more and more kids to do the job for him... At this point of the story, the eyes of El Chavo were full of hope, anticipating the end of the story: The kid probably became rich thanks to his hard work and business vision... But that was not the end of the story, because La Chilindrina immediately said: "He was buying more equipment and hiring more kids, until one day... he just won the lottery and became rich..."...
Since I started working on science, I can't avoid thinking that this joke is the best explanation of the scientific success: You try to find the best possible subject, the best possible working place, you work hard toward completion of your goals, you read a lot and try to understand, you test carefully, you go to places and meet people who can give you ideas or help you with your career, and, in the end, after all that stuff, if one day you win the lottery, then you will succeed... La Chilindrina was a genius...

The Discovery of "The Mystery of Unexpressiveland"

After two years in Norway, I am proud to announce my first scientific discovery: 50% of the genes present in the norwegian human genome are only expressed upon the addition of alcohol...

One day up, One day down...

Mid-day's slightly heretic happiness

I love watermelons. Period. If god exists and we could eat him, I am sure that he would taste like watermelons. Or maybe shrimps.

An old lesson on how to face pain

Hey, mom! Do you remember how everytime that I was in pain (or fearing pain) you used to give me some candies, and those candies had the magical property of making me forget my pain?... You know what is ironic? That now I realize that I spent my whole life being "on candy": Money-shaped candy, alcohol-shaped candy, women-shaped candy, Tv-shaped candy, candy-shaped candy... They might not look like candies, but they were candies anyway, candies to help me forget my unabandonable pain... My whole life on candies... Am I pathetic or what, mom? Huh?... Say something, mom... Yes... You are right... Strawberry flavoured, please...

Stupid Blog

Stupid Blog!
Stupid! Stupid!
Stupid Blog!

Warning Cupid

(The Ant says: "Don't even think about it...")

When Love ends...

Love is an accident

I agree that love is an accident. But I don't mean that love is somehow random or accidental and that sort of things, I mean a real accident, with cars destroyed, bodies torn into pieces, blood everywhere, police, firemen, ambulances, and a lot of curious people... And the dead body of a stupid guy who forgot to fasten his seat belt.

Rude

Every time I start compiling my thoughts, the result is always a sad landscape where I can see all my demons revolving around. They all look like gargoyles, they are all well trained to perform some kind of function... when I am in troubles, they are the ones who speak instead of me. This one is Badoom, the angel of lies. That one is Kahfal, baron of apathy. Over there you can see Mahma-Kahmoo, the prince of pain. They are here to protect me from other people's demons, and they are merciless... I am approaching one of them... There he is, Yayamakh, the sublime egotistic spirit. He is talking to a girl in a wedding dress that looks somehow familiar to me. Listen what he is saying: "When we married, I promised you half of my life. But I never said which half. And it turned out to be the dead half, the rotten half, the infected half, the trashy-stinky-nauseous-pollutant half... So what? What did you want instead?...". The girl starts crying, but my demons are so insensitive...