Laboratory of Mathematics and Writing

The Best Metallica Album People will have their own opinions about which is the best Metallica album. For the most part, people gravitate towards Master of Puppets followed by Ride the Lightning. Listing ...And Justice For All, Kill 'Em All, or the Black Album as your favorite typically leaves you the odd person out. I personally believe that Ride the Lightning is better than Master of Puppets. The musical leap from Kill 'Em All to Ride the Lightning is staggering. Metallica went from a straight ahead and fun loving thrash band to quite the sophisticated progressive band. They did this without losing an ounce of power. Hell, they gained power. On the other hand, Master of Puppets is really just a refinement of everything accomplished in Ride the Lightning. There wasn't much in the way of musical innovation. There's also a thick atmosphere that permeates Ride the Lightning as the lyrics focus on the fear of death and dying. Master of Puppets focuses more o...

En un desierto donde jamas nascen las flores y las arenas queman las criaturas debajo el sol ardiente. Alli es donde enterre los huesos de mis pajaros. Donde logre dejar todas sus plumas debajo las piedras, los montes, y la tierra seca. Aqui no corre el agua y la vida es escasa. Por eso estoy seguro que las alas jamas veran la luz del dia. Pero cuando visita la luna desde su reino en las estrellas, El viento trae las nubes desde lejos Un rayo parte el cielo. La lluvia cae mientras un suspiro surge de las arenas. Y con alas blancas, la paloma se levanta hacia el cielo para so&ntildear al lado de la luna.

Celtic Frost - Monotheist When I first heard the song "A Dying God Coming Into Human Flesh", I hated it. It was slow, dreary, and the riffs where simple and monotonous. On top of that, the lyrics where cliche. They sing about depression and feeling cold about it. GHEY. Over time, for some reason I learned to love it. Every weakness pointed out earlier morphed into a strength. But there was a strength that I totally missed at first: the songwriting. If there's is one thing Celtic Frost where the masters of is piecing together a powerful song from mindlessly simple components. There are no verses or choruses in this song. They don't even repeat any riffs. The song marches forward from one section to another; from one mood another. As the transitions occur, the tension slowly builds, until it is torn open by power chords that pierce your ears like an agonizing nervous breakdown. Then, just as suddenly as the attack emerged, it fades away to a period of empty ca...

You know what? I don't understand all this ethnic pride business. Like me, I'm Mexican, but I'm not really proud of it. I was born this way. I didn't have any control over it. I didn't accomplish being a Mexican. My parents were both Mexican, they fucked, and then spawned me, another hairy brown motherfucker. It just happened. I'll tell you what I am proud of. I am proud of being so damned good at guitar. I practiced every day. I'm proud of being able to play Chopin on the piano. I sat in front of the keyboard hammering away until I got it down. I'm proud of being able do all kinds of complicated math shit. It required effort and patience to obtain those fancy degrees. I'm proud of being able to write coherent and vivid poetry. It's gay, but it nevertheless requires some practice. I'm proud of being able code shit up in MATLAB and Python. I had to sit in front of a console typing commands and syntax until I figured out how to solve differenti...

I took another bike ride into the mountains.  I don't have a car, so I couldn't drive to the canyon and then get on my bike to hit trail (like a pussy). So instead I took off on my bike from my apartment, rode uphill for a while to get to the canyon,  and then I started riding uphill into the canyon itself.  I literally rode uphill for three hours.  Then I tumbled back downhill all the way home at speeds fast enough to water my eyes. I even heard wind wooshing through my ears.  So I kept pedaling.  I got home and ate a gigantic bowl of chicken and rice  that I cooked. I'm awesome.

Never have I seen the moon so dim Her face so pale and noble Shining for all the oceans to admire But no more. The mighty hand of space opens up like the wings of a raven casting shadows across the sea,mountain, and valleys But as the cold blanket of darkspace descends upon my moon and paints her worshipers a darker shade of color one by one, the stars emerge As if to arrive from distant shores Galactic travelers equipped with torches set to light our way. Now they sit still Awaiting our departure. Worshipers, Arise! The light of the moon is fleeting. Like birds you must fly Towards the tides of space. So that all the oceans we contain, may come to life.

Cuando escuho esa cancion, Mi corazon se llena de pasion. Siento mi alma brotar con deseo Extendiendose a las estrellas. Via galactica! Guiame a los campos de flores Que yo tanto anhelo! Entregame a los brazos De la luna que yo Tanto amaba! Que me acaricie con la luz de sus ojos. Y con un suspiro apasionado, Me establece en una flotilla En las orillas del mar. Dejame so˜nar entre las olas mas suaves. Quiero despertar En un bosqe verduroso Llenos de pajaros cantores. ...Campos de flores... Mi querida en mis brazos Decorada con petalos de rosa. Jamas te deseare. Jamas te extranare.