Dr. Black

This is a fragment of a story that my insane imagination invented. I hope it’ll be good for you.

Chapter One.

A common man.

Frederick Black a 32-year-old with a doctorate in psychiatry, psychoanalyst by profession and considered one of the brightest minds of his time. North walk down the street like every Monday, with an unfeeling face, with his sinister gaze that caused fear in some people, with his black suit and a bag full of food, the need to prepare a dinner just for him.

If you watch him walk, just tired and would see a simple man of the city without even thinking that ordinary within that human being was hiding a dark secret.
On reaching his house, located in the thirteenth floor of the central tower, the doctor looked at his perfectly ordered abode which, and kept an unimaginable strict cleaning order.

As every afternoon, Dr. Black tired of hearing complaints from people about their mothers. Mothers thoughtless, cruel mothers, mothers died still alive in the minds of their children, mothers living to which their children wanted to kill. In particular Mr. Roger Sides who showed terrible murderer impulses of hatred toward a woman manipulative, hypocritical and seemed determined to stop the independence of his little child of 47 years.

The doctor listened in silence pests that talked about the woman who had brought into the world, only occasionally adding a short sarcastic and sometimes cruel gossip, stop avoiding the anger that flowed in his words.

When the clock strikes six in the afternoon, Dr. Black looked out the last patient that day. Without further delay, take his coat, his keys and a small wallet on the table, which contained a ticket to go hear Mr. Sides playing in a conservatory used to frequent the Dr., who was fervent lover music.

Mr. Sides was a mediocre musician who played bass since he was 15 and had never learned to do well, however, was a lucky man too. He had managed to play for the first time in a major orchestra, and if he like, would do so in poor quality bars for people who did not distinguish one note of music tune vulgar, thought. Besides, playing the bass was the only thing that had not failed ... yet.

By the doctor, sat in his favorite place, it was the best acoustics also had central dome was about to let each chord is heard as clearly as if he were in front of the instruments.

When the music starts, not long for Dr. Black will notice a little discrepancy Annoying music. It was a sound that ruined the perfect order of each note. The doctor who was so wise could not allow that something was amiss, and when something was, he felt an uncontrollable urge to again accommodate.

After the first half of the spectacle, any change to the doctor. The order of things returning to normal only one thing was missing, a musician on the third row, center of the strings and who ruined the act ... Mr. Sides.

Subway

I´m going to talk about Mexico´s subway. It´s really horrible! Well... not always, it has some advantages. If you want to cross quickly all the city, the subway is the best option because it has its own rhythm. Otherwise, it´s awful! People crush you, hit you, touch you...

Never fails rude people. If a woman needs a seat because she is carrying a baby, the impolite people don´t give her the seat, they pretend that are sleepy. I don´t say that the men have to give them the seat always, but a believe in chivalry. Is clearly that in this century the men are less chivalry and that is wrong.

Education has to be reciprocal between men and women . If the woman is not a lady the man can´t be a gentleman. We can´t never forget this!

20 Ways the World Could End

Are we in danger of being erased from the universe? Here we look at the factors that could doom humanity: natural disasters, human-triggered cataclysms, willful self-destruction, and greater forces directed against us.

It's difficult to imagine it all coming to an end. Yet 99 percent of all species that ever lived have gone extinct, including every one of our hominid ancestors. In 1983, British cosmologist Brandon Carter framed the "Doomsday argument.

The current rate of extinctions is, by some estimates, 10,000 times the average in the fossil record. At present, we may worry about snail darters and red squirrels in abstract terms. But the next statistic on the list could be us.

1 Asteroid impact

2 Gamma-ray burst

3 Collapse of the vacuum

4 Rogue black holes

5 Giant solar flares

6 Reversal of Earth's magnetic field

7 Flood-basalt volcanism

8 Global epidemics

9 Global warming

10 Ecosystem collapse

11 Biotech disaster

12 Particle accelerator mishap

13 Nanotechnology disaster

14 Environmental toxins

15 Global war

16 Robots take over

17 Mass insanity

18 Alien invasion

19 Divine intervention

20 Someone wakes up and realizes it was all a dream

If you would like to read more abaut it, you can check the next link

http://discovermagazine.com/2000/oct/featworld/article_view?b_start:int=0&-C=

The best of COAL CHAMBER.

I’ll talk about a metal band, one of the best music bands ever…

Ever since I’ve known the metal music world, I’ve tried to listened different kind of metal. That’s why, time ago, I found a special sound with one of the more strong rhythm. “Coal chamber” was its name.

The music of coal chamber is the sound of internal combustion. Contemporaries of korn, they described their music as “spookycore”. Their music can just be compared to musical exorcisms. Listening to the music contained in their albums, one can identify the dark side of excellent lyrics in their spooky noise.

 Tension defined coal chamber throughout its eight- year existence. Formed in Los Angeles in the spring of 1994, coal chamber self-producer four-song demo and began gigging regularly on the sunset street. It could be heard in Dez Fafara’s ominous whispers, guttural growls, and belligerent bellows. It emanated within Miguel “meggs” Rascon’s anarchistic guitar player, with riffs ranging from the eerily ethereal to the downright chaotic. It thundered through the relentless, hammering rhythms of bassist Rayna Fosse-Rose and drummer Mike Cox.

Just when it seemed like they were one step closer to success. Fafara quit the band in late 1995, choosing his marriage over his music. But after a few months of missing his musical outlet, the vocalist made a life-altering choice to return to the band.

On their eponymously titled 1997 debut, coal chamber shook the rafters with an aggressive blend of minimalist noise and rage.

The real test of their longevity came when the band took his music to the people.

During their eight –year alliance, the members of coal chamber escape their L.A. rehearsal room to become one of the original leaders of the “ñu metal” movement. They sold a million records domestically, had songs appear o movie soundtracks including the scorpion king, scream 3, resident evil and bride of chucky, and played throughout U. S. and Europe.

The catalog of music coal chamber left behind serves as both a testament of their resilience and document of their demons. Fafara once said it was too easy to breed self-doubt and self-hatred but harder to breed self-confidence.  He tried to achieve a balance between despair and hope within his lyrics. Many of his conflicts, not to mention the band’s personal struggles, may remain unresolved, but that template of tension provided the necessary springboard for their metallic mayhem.

- Maggot Rossales.