Friday, October 28, 2005


"Where does the air comes out from?"

Said by a very old guy trying to dry his hands in the condom machine at the airport

Friday, October 14, 2005


My partners and I in EL OTRO LADO FILMS share an office with another movie production company called CABEZAHUECA producciones. In Spanish Cabeza Hueca means literally “hollowed head” but could be translated as “pea brains” or some kind of insult, or at least that is the closest translation that I can think of in terms of this context, if its not I am sorry people. We also share the building with an oil company. They hate us.

The guys from the oil company walk in every morning and give us those icy we-are-better-people-than-you-freaks-are stares. They all wear matching suits and formal clothes, compared with them is like one floor of the building is occupied by the Muppets Show.

A few days ago the head of security from the oil company walked into my office and this is a rough transcript of an actual conversation.

Head of Security: Goodday...
Tenderness Boy: Yep?
HS: Is Mr. “Pea Brains” here?
TB: What?
HS: They told me downstairs that Mr. Pea Brains Gets the paper, “El Comercio” every morning and I want to borrow it
TB: Do you really think that there is actually somebody called Pea Brains?
HS: (Long pause caused by what I think is a hard drive overload) they told me that you get the paper here and I want to borrow it
TB: (Long pause caused by disbelief) ok, see... (Here is when my voice switches to its first grade teacher mode) The office down the hall is CALLED “Pea Brains”, and no, we do not get that paper
HS: Ok Thanks (walks away maybe thinking that Mr. Pea Brains is very rude)
TB: (After he is gone) I can’t believe this moron carries a gun

And that is my tender truth

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Out There?

Just like in that Pink Floyd song...

Is there anybody out there?

I want to know just in case

I will start reporting again soon

Saturday, March 12, 2005

March 12th 2005
Let me say...First up!
Alfredo Mora Manzano, Quito- Ecuador- South America
This is the other side of the "Other side". An unlawful attempt at another language, and a real treat for myself. This is a space for my own opinions. How much a person's opinion is worth? What is the thing that I pretend with the attempt of people reading what I think? I know that exposing your thoughts is important even if it's just for a few readers. This is also a place where both my personalities, "the sociopath" and "the tenderness boy" battle amongst themselves until the end, leaving for real life the secret identity that everybody knows. I invite you to help me, because some people say that writing by yourself is like being stranded on a desert island with a bottle of Viagra. It is very lonely... and very hard.
Thanks for being here
Alfredo Mora Manzano a.k.a "The Other side..."