Memories are a tricky thing. Happy or sad, those facts they bring to mind might not have been objectively happy or sad. Memories are little liars. It is advised not to stick to them, for a healthy living. But then, how to avoid collecting things that bring memories from the past? Like extending your childhood games, keep only what you feel right to keep. Starting with… games. Like this original super Nintendo Game & Watch from Mr 53. Games bring me funny memories as I never played them. Memories of a neighbour boy who had the big Donkey Kong and Space Invaders Arcade Machines at home; of Tetris, the only game I was ever happily addicted to; and memories of Doom, a game I only played for one week in 2003, with a scary iguana watching from my shoulder, spending time at a friend´s flat in Frankfurt, where my money and flight ticket had been stolen. That was my gameography.
What kind of objects bring you funny or nice memories? Pick them up. Make a pic, a drawing or write about it. Start the game.
Watching TV news you need to shift your gaze elsewhere from to time to time, to swallow the bit s of food from your dinner, trying to ignore the World you left out as you closed the door of your home, a World that shows all its pains in your screen. But it is impossible. The World rotates and revolve and you can´t stop it. Since the earthquake and tsunami in Japan I try not to shift my gaze down, but from time to time, in front of this catastrophe, I still prefer to look around. Useless. I see all the lovely and cool things we have from Japan. Books, illustrations, clothes, games, toys…Japanders rock. I listed the names of the brands and the people from Japan we admire. And then I googled them to check if there was any news. I immediately found this useful site. It is a person finder. It is quick and you can give information if you have got it, or look for the ones you love http://japan.person-finder.appspot.com/
We all hope Japan nightmare to end soon.
And as Forges (brilliant Spanish cartoonist) says everyday: “but don´t forget Haiti”.
To donate: http://www.wikihow.com/Help-Earthquake-Victims-in-Japan
(from Spain) http://www.readwriteweb.es/socialmedia/como-donar-japn/
To read some thoughts on donating only on emergencies this is an interesting post with interesting comments
Last Sunday I turned into an Oyster Monster. I wish I was a better writer to add tension to this story, but the plain facts are I am fish allergic, which I sometimes need to ignore, so I got intoxicated, spending some days in bed. Those days I could do nothing but imagine stuff. Like what would happen if I was brave enough to stand up and try to go downstairs. I had already fainted at night, so I imagined I went to the stairs on my own and fainted in the try, falling down and stupidly dying as an agonizing Oyster Monster. The most pathetic of it all was that my later thoughts were about all the profiles I opened in every existing social network in the Internet, and I was truly worried about who would make them die accordingly, with all the honours I deserve. Then I sadly realized why Tim Burton is Tim Burton and I am not. He does much better in Oysters issues. And I thought of drawing The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy for this post, but I want to leave it for the post about twin books (we have 2 copies of several books). So I decided to draw the wooden and iron stairs that lead to the bedroom, dresser and loo at 53m2. In the end these stairs are one of the things I am now living with, that I have quite mixed up feelings about. You know why.