BY ANA BUIGUES
C I N C O C I B E R A P U N T E S
LastName FirstName Exam 1 Exam 2 Average
Bush Georgie 5 10 7,5
Cheney Georgie 20 22 21
Duck Don 40 22 31
Mouse Mick 29 67 48--
[Data: courtesy of Sheryl Coleman]
Type: Microsoft Excel Worksheet
Location: C:\My Docum...\Computer Techniques and Gadchets
Size: 14,5KB (14.848 bytes), 16.384 bytes used
MS-DOS name: EXAMPLE1.XLS
Created: lunes, 03 de marzo de 2003 15:28:25
Modified: lunes, 03 de marzo de 2003 16:37:32
Accessed: lunes, 03 de marzo de 2003
|WITH RESPECT TO|
internet flâneurs, lurking
and when they speak . . .
free therapy -- catharsis behind the bakhtin's mask
"a todos los que escribís
en este inmundo lugar
vuestras obras quedarán
donde debieran estar"
as if [it] were bathroom graffiti
bataillean surplus of words/opinions
nulla dies sine linea
calls and opps
Espere por favor
Espere por favor
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otras áreas de tu
sobre todo lo que
tiene que ver con
los estudios o la expansión
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T R A U M E R R E G E R
I am watching a disgusting exhumation of saints. I am in Vaughan Road, heading towards St. Clair West, but I end up in Avenue Road. It appears to be cold and there is much snow, but I am wearing summer clothes and I feel fine. Slush. I ask a group of guys how to get to St. Clair West, they point to Vaughan Road and tell me to take the exact same path I have just come from that took me where I am now. They speak Spanish with an Anglophone accent. Knowing I am not going to follow their directions I kindly smile, thank them, and start walking.
Suddenly, I am at my parents' apartment in downtown Valencia. Horror vacui of that apartment. Santiago, Sheryl, and mom are there. It is about ten years earlier, dad is not there even though he was alive then, and Josep is not there either. Everything is ready; passport, plane ticket, suitcases. "What time should we take you to the airport?" they ask me. I behave distractedly, pretending I don't exactly know what time my plane leaves. "I think we have plenty of time," I say. Some time later, knowing it's time to look at my watch and being certain that my plane has taken off without me by now, I check my ticket in front of them, and say: "I just missed my plane, you needn't take me to the airport, I guess."
Next, we are at the Valencia airport, and mom gives me a new ticket saying that there is another plane going to Toronto today. She kisses me good-bye without recrimination or unnecessary talk. I wave at dad, who suddenly is there to take another of his ritual pictures of me crying while I enter the boarding gate.
¿Qué es la vida? un frenesí.
¿Qué es la vida? una ilusión,
una sombra, una ficción,
y el mayor bien es pequeño,
que toda la vida es sueño,
y los sueños sueños son.
Calderón de la Barca in La Vida es Sueño