From Paris to Mexico – I like the way you work it… ACT ONE

31 de enero, 2017
Sabbatical Day # 27
«The Tam Tam Princesse Ad Campaign»
… or some Vintage stuff like that.

Mientras tanto al otro extremo de los probadores de La Princesa en El Dosel Forestal de Les Halles en Châtelet*; la Calzonería de Calvin Klein tiene su propia exposición de trabajos de Andy Warhol… Diego Rivera Quiso exponer allí mero también pero resultó que a los franceses no les gustan los calzones de manta, asi mero como los usa el ranchero; es decir, hechos ~~de puta manta~~… perdon, quise escribir de “Pura Manta”, y no de puta manta. }–~~~\*> Uso Justo de Todas las Fridas, incorporadas, asociadas, corporativas, benévolas, o simplemente ambulantes en tiendas de paños menores.

* . Neta que así se llama el lugar
“La Canopéé”… Ask Larousse.

«No Diggity, I like to bag you up»

… darling, if you think that this «Ad Campaign»
is merely a freak coincidence, then you,
My dear,
is truly living with your –Ojos Abiertamente Cerrados, porque
Corazón,
after all that happened –y para cuando te cayó el Veinte
You
of all people,
know damn well that this,
most inconsequential blog should be getting a Commi$$$ion
for the conceptual Idea of this “Ad Campaign”

Sincerely,

The Guy you used to Bag…
Happy Countdown to Valentines Day

[Omnipresent voice from El Más Allá
GEORGE CARLIN narrates both the scene and the setting…
it’s January of 2017]

– Ahhh, yes! Love;

Mesdames et Messieurs; what better way to pitch a lingerie brand on the eve of the BLUE BLOOD MOON of 2018, which coincides with both the FIFTH ANNIVERSARY of the release of Florence Cassez from a Fortified Security Mexican Radius and, with the St. Valentines sales day event, than with an ironic From Paris to Mexico advertisement campaign of the «Unmentionables» Collection, from Casa de Kahlo-Corporation®.

ACT I takes place at the boardroom of a Fifth Ave. advertisement firm where a group of Donnie Deutsch types, each with his own “dedicated follower of fashion” aide by their side, are welcoming a team of French executives from the Tam Tam Princesse firm… or some lingerie company like that, who is are traveling The Globe in search of the right ad company to produce their next Valentines Day advertisement campaign.

[Woman’s voice
please be ~~advice~~ advised th®áat the role of “the” French executive from the Tam Tam Princesse firm… or some lingerie company like that, remains open, but budgetary projections for this campaign will probably secure a Jennifer Lopez or a Penelope Cruz, depending on the availability of the Talent.

– Uhuuu, so, Donnie, as we communicated to your staff last month during the preliminary selection, our firm is going to be sponsoring the next season of the Florence Cassez documentary series: Getting Away With Murder … er, (Pffff) sorry, I meant to say ‘the’ Florence Cassez documentary series: “Women in Difficult Situatons”; but I mean, who am I kidding, we are talking about the French here, and as you Americans already know, we can most often than not, get away with Murder, if our government gets involved, right?

[Laughter ensues]

[Man’s voice
The male’s role for this particular character is based on the persona of Morning Joe’s regular on the Mr. Peacock Cable News Network, Donnie Deutsh; possible candidates for this role include “Beto” from AGS TV (Canal 26) or Diego Luna, from Televisa Productions in Santa Monica – California.]

… wait for it, Wait…
In the mean time here’s a frame of reference, and YES it probably needs more JPEG, but the Staff is still going through a rough time

Context follows…

No se vaya Ahorita Regresamos… en febrero.

No diggity Ariana Savalas cover:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTfz36WArSU

La Sciatica de Santiago y La Acupuntura a Papasquiaro no necesaria

… el argumento va a ser de que en Durango no hay Fracking, y yo les voy a recordar, que en toda la columna torcida del ~~occidente~~, (ah caray no nos dimos cuenta que el piloto del avión iba volando panza pa’rriba… perdón, quisimos escribir ORIENTE) desde Coahuila hasta Tabasco si que lo hay.

30 de enero, 2017
Sabbatical Day # 26
FOR THE RECORD:

Si Dios existiese y tres cosas le pudiese yo demandar, la orden se la pediría así: ¿la tela, el telar y quién [chingados] teje?.

Adaptación de un refrán popular.

[Man’s Voice over voice-mail
Catalonio Barcelonnetto de Peralvillo]

Uso justo de todos los medios, Las Madonnas y los ~~Frack Penns~~… perdon, perdon… Y De Los ~~Sean Fracks~~… Uta!!!! Los SEAN PENNS, los pinches Sean Penns en el Universo del Universal. — “CLOWN PENIS Out“, dijo Armando Álvarez desde el “cockpit de un Raptor” sobrevolando la Peninsula de Corea en un sketch “del” SNL; Context Follows, because unlike Garret, we are still on our yearly sabbatical.

– Yeah, we kind of had to phone this one in; it’s not as if we are doing anything of substance or of any importance, and so given the whole COP 21 brouhaha of 2015 and the subsequent «Donnie motherfucking-can’t-grasp-the-fundamentals-of – god damned Global Warming – J. Trump», our Editor-in-Chief, Armando Segovia thought that it would be a good reminder to let all of those happy go-getters who do not bother to read this most inconsequential blog, that unintended consequences don’t happen in a vacuum, that beer is not brewed overnight, and that over yonder –in the underground– things couldn’t be more unlucky for the young fellows of an upcoming tomorrow… o como diría a lo mejor don Emmanuel en una Chanson:

La ultima luna
La vio sólo un recién nacido
Con ojos hondos negros, redondos
Y no lloraba
Con grandes alas tomó la luna
Entre sus manos, entre sus manos
Salió volando por la ventana
Era el hombre del mañana
Salió volando por la ventana
Era el hombre del mañana.

The latter moon
Was only witnessed by a recently born
With round, black sunken eyes
And he didn’t cry
With great big wings he took The Moon
Between his hands, between his hands
He took off flying throught a window
He was Tomorrow’s man.

Las Fuentes a Larga Distancia por aquello de La Gran Luna Azul Ensangrentada de Mañana:

Prefacio:

En sigilo, pero con todo su poder, el fracking rompe el subsuelo de México: se perforan ya 3,780 pozos

Vía: sinembargo punto com: http://www.sinembargo.mx/16-07-2017/3262737

1. https://asegovia3.com/2015/11/30/30-de-nov-cop-a-plea21-kyoto-i-stand-corrected/

2. TRUMP DIGS COAL…

La Sexta Luna
Era el alma de un desgraciado…
Con las manos, con las manos
Manchadas de carbón
Tocaba el pecho una señora
Y manchaba y reía
Creyéndose el patrón.

https://www.theguardian.com/business/2018/jan/17/us-unilateralism-makes-tacking-climate-change-harder-wef-warns

3. Mesdames et Messieurs, con ustedes: Emmanuel

… Regresamos con La Ciática de Papasquiaro… y La Acupuntura a La Tierra no necesaria.

No se vaya.

4. https://www.spine-health.com/conditions/sciatica

5. Volando panza pa’rriba con Armando Álvarez: http://www.vulture.com/2018/01/snl-recap-season-43-episode-12-will-ferrell.html

https ://www .youtube .com /watch?v=l42Hjvv38_o

Once inside, funny (and racist) thing happened at The Forum

28 de enero, 2008
Sabbatical day #24*

The good thing about this blog…
is that “PC” Security does not read it.

ADVERTISSEMENT

Via:

https ://www .reddit .com/r/mexico/comments/7ta8rs/para_todos_los_indocumentados_en_usa_cu%C3%ADdense/

Given the intolerant athmosphere around the globe, the above is a PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT. }-~~\•> Image capture îs courtesy of Reddit and

[Voz de hombre
Armando Segovia]

– Last night i learned that racisim and intolerance has no color.
Meet the long lost sibling of Clayton Bigsby.
– The French, Black (White Supremacist)–

Digression:

MKF83; ID EQ: 222
Caisse:23 – 28/01/2018
09:13:38
Resto # 25000035
17 Rue de l’Arc en Ciel
75001 Forum/Les Halles

Apophenia, no Mr. “PC” Security, this îs not a Star-shaped, asterisk analogy of your professional conduct; these here, MuthaFuker is one of many actual consumption receipts that Yours Truly got as PROOF OF PURCHASE you Son of a Bitch. }–~~~\•> Photo by: segoviaspixes; Photojournalist–at–Large. •—_!_—• The Staff wishes to thank Blas Beamonte FOR allowing our shutterbug to use his smartphone and produce this snapshot… Sos lo Máximo, Che! Gracias.

… anygüey, the staff already covered the fact that the ~~The American Embassy’s~~ The French McDo’s slogan is: Venez comme vous êtes! Because as you all already know, it was the French who invented Nirvana, Kurt Cobain, and all of Seattle’s Best.

… the staff also explained to the lovely Sarah Silverman how ~~The American~~ ~~Consulate~~ how Starbucks, has an Open Door Policy to their Wi-Fi connectivity and to their «W.C.» porcelain and PVC tube network, anyone, and we mean anyone – from raggedy-ass clochards, to pretty-pink–baby—ass–smelling fancy BoBo’s – can walk in, sit down (what a concept, eh?) and feel free to discharge all of the French regional protected patrimoine consumed in the previous 24 to 48 hrs.

As a matter of fact, the good folks at the counter are nice enough to give out fresh plastic cups filled with water – Free Water!!! with UNLIMITED REFILLS – and did I mentioned that the French McDo’s are also decked out with urinals? Yes, you’ve read it right, equipped with urinals. We [the staff] however, have yet to find the mythical McDo with the squirting Bidet. Do let us know if you stumble across it.

No, i will not respect your cartoonish “authoritaaah”, Mr, “PC” Security.

ANYGÜEY: last night at the referenced McDo, listed on this digression’s sub-header, our Photojournalist-at-large, segoviaspixes was engaged in his usual nightly conversation with two of his Transylvanian acquaintances who, like our shutterbug-at-large, share the distinction of being part of a larger crowd of SDF’s (Sans Domicile Fixe) that roam the streets and live on Skid Row.

Now, for a little backstory on this, know that The Forum, at Les Halls, is one of the trendiest and most popular hangouts for wannabe ghetto gangsters, schizophrenics, crackheads, winos, plain crazy psychos, Eastern European clicks, professional stray kid thieves (urchins) and, your plain regular curmudgeonly hobo; AKA: the parisian clochard.

Segoviaspixes has seen them piss in just about every fake plant in the quad foyer area, and that’s all that he is willing to say because this post is not about listing all of the things that happen inside of “The Canopée,” which during the Fall we [the staff] identified as being in the form of a set of Snakes Eyes, and that the structure has a parallel alignment with L’axe historique de Paris or Voie Royale, etc., etc., etc…

Throughout the mall there are guards, —obviously— who try to keep things in check but for the most part, any incident short of a stabbing, a bare knuckle fight, or say: arson [por decir] and they pretty much let the above mentioned crowd do as they please. One thing they are completely intolerant of is for anyone, including tourists, getting caught sleeping anywhere in the premises during business hours… that’s what the fire exits are for!!! Just don’t get caught in there, that’s the only rule to follow.

Anygüey, there is this one security guard who for the past couple of weeks has been having a real rage problem directed at our photographer-at-large, he’s a young black fellow who as they say in San José de Las Panochas; Municipio de Mapimi, Durango, “climbed on a fucking little brick” and with the altitude attained he has developed Vertigo from the rush of power and the “authorithaaa” that the Rent-a-Cop uniform has afforded to him.

And no, Gustavo, it is not “Just My Imagination.”.

There has been times when people near our esteemed colleague, segoviaspixes, have been pissing next to a store front, but “Mr. I have a plastic badge and a CB Radio” will come directly to our friend and start giving him shit. Normally segoviaspixes just turns around and let the ~~fucker~~ the feller get tired of barking, which then promps the guard to just leave.

At this point, segoviaspixes would like to add that this particular security guard is, as the people in Costa Rica say: el único negrito en El Gallo Pinto (the single dark grain of rice in the stock), because the entire cadre of Security Personnel is actually very chilled and professional, as a matter of fact the entire labor crews at the mall are pretty understanding of the peoples’ permanently living, or who are temporarily going through the Mad Season of Skid Row, but this particular fellow who for his actions last night prompted us [the staff] to break the Sabbatical once again, is right there with the fictional and most controversial character of Dave Chappell’s repertoire: Clayton Bigsby.

Last night he approached segoviaspixes and immediately asked him to leave the McDonald’s that he was just chilling in. He claimed that the manager had made a complaint specifically against him for loitering and not purchasing anything, which was a lie; in addition; next to segoviaspixes there where the two Transylvanian buddies, but the security guard said nothing to them, at the three tables to our left, the usual crowd of immigrants that sits there (usually about 6 or 10) were consuming products from Pizza Hut; Quick’s, and KFC – AND WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS MOTHERFUCKER said nothing to them!

Here’s the thing, segoviaspixes can take the hassle that comes with the living, and the walking, and the troubles of living in the GREAT URBAN OUTDOORS, but what he can’t fucking stand is a racist Son of A Bitch who starts a sentence like this:

You are in France speak French or Leave… you people are not welcome in France. France is for the French and the Europeean – Not For You People. Leave.

Here’s the thing, segoviaspixes speaks a very lackluster version of the language of Molière; yes, but when he has to, he attempts to speak it, and he usually succeeds at it.

…and for the record, Mr. “PC” Security, grantees of the Talents and Competences Visa Program, which our awesome photographer–at–large used to be the bearer of, are not even required to ENTER into Le Contrat d’Intégration Républicaine, or even make a trip to the OFII. So Take That to your NexT motherfucking shift, Mr. “PC” Security.

One thing that segoviaspixes will not Fucking do, is speak, in ANY GOD DAMN LANGUAGE to a Fascist bastard who is on a “ Respect MY Authoritah” trip.

And one last thing, Mr. “PC” Security, your job includes directing people to the proper exits, and to let them know when the exits to the Canopée-Garden close, something that you Mr. “PC” Security fail to do; and, I’ll have you know, Mr. “PC” Security, that often times one of your supuervisors has asked segoviaspixes to please let the movie-goers know (when he used to charge his Gadget by the Porte Lescot Exit) that the access to the Canopée-Garden are closed for the night.

Sincerely,

Armando Segovia

asegovia3.wordpress.com
Editor of this fucking blog.

Imaginary Blurred Lines – Vertical Hazy Realities

27 de enero 2018
Sabbatical Day # 23

[Omnipresent Voice
Comicus speaks]

– … con el permiso de don Paco I. Taibo II, el de su personaje en forma del detective privado Héctor Belascoran Shayne; y si menospreciar tampoco a el resto de “La Nomenclatura” de Morena, así que pues, don Paco, lo siguiente se raya en Spanglish con un poco de Castellano, but mostly it is scribbled en Anglais.

FOR THE RECORD,
the following, Corazón,
is about a Veriform Appendix:

« `cus you’re a good [Caryatid] girl »

Had he known that the commitment level in that Civil Union pact applied only to him, he would have finished cooking that pot of frijoles and let her die a slow and painful death right then and there… neta que sí.

[Woman’s voice
Sarah Silverman introduces one of the staff’s First Favorite Jewish person]

– Dear World,

Comicus needs no introduction, but just in case Preatorian guards are wondering why the One-and-Only Mel Brooks is dropping in [en este inconsecuente blog], well, it is because Jeff Goldblum is temporarily indisposed… and y’all know how Mel likes to take care of “The Fly” everytime that he comes down from one of his metamorphic “trips,” back into human form.

– Anygüey, the staff continues to dwell in their yearly Sabbatical; we however [the drafted replacements], are doing the best to deliver “The Cross Media Tangents” that the staff commissioned Jeff and me to deliver to you all in the first place.

– … however, please be advised that we [the drafted replacements] continue to experience Major Technical Difficulties in the form of: WE FUCKING LOST all of the staff’s remaining production equipment.

– Thank goodness for Les bibliothèques de La Mairie de Paris Network, which has given us [the drafted replacements] two hours per day to fiddle around the AZERTY keyboards and their restricted interwebs… damn you “le serveur proxy.”

– Sorry, Armando Álvarez, we, [the drafted replacements] wont be able to see you hosting “the” SNL tonight, or any time in the coming days… “Break a leg” and punch Colin Jost right in the fucking gut for us, Will’ya please?

[Voz omnipresente
de Comicus]

– De todos modos “Che”: no te vayas, because AL REGRESAR…

It’s Weekend Edition
with your Host:

Philippe Labró

[Comicus continues with the narration]

– Flashback to January 27th of 2011.

[Text on screen]

On a day like tomorrow, enero 28, of 2011, the Staff arrives to Paris.

– It was a rather quick and pleasant flight, less than nine or ten hours to depart from the runway at LAX and then exit from the baggage claim at CDG; of course, upon landing, rain was forecasted for the next five or seven days; the previous month was a cold one, apparently the staff had missed the biggest snowfall that covered the streets of Paris in quite a while, in any case the staff can’t remember the specific details of his arrival on account that in the past 400 days or so, all of those archives went up in smoke or were lost to Eastern European Gypsies on a public bench near La Gare de Lyon; now then, of the stuff made of papers not even the ashes remain and of the physical gadgets not a trace can be pegged.

– Anygüey, it was 7 years ago tomorrow when a guy, a bloke,–un pinche vato valedor, pues– boarded a Big Ol’ Jet Airliner from France is in the Air… or something like that, and which flew from the City of Angels to the City of Lights. He did this in order to try and plot the Virtual Latitudes where “Legitimate Wrong doings,” as The Rachel Maddow Show soundbite likes to call ’em, are jetsomed onto virtual rivers of impunity where institutionalized criminality, as the staff straight-up likes to tag ’em, flows downstream –always downstream– just like shit always flows from the highest places in power to the lowest forms of denominators on the chain of command or of concerns; in this particular river of sorrow, the jetsom thrown away by a disastrous judicial system engages on an morbid dance with the Flotsom that in this particular river stream takes on the Form and the Shape of “ABUSE OF POWER, CORRUPTION, FAILURE OF PRISON SYSTEM, PERMANNENT ILLEGALITY (informal business practices) FOR THE REGULAR CITIZEN, AND PERMANENT PRIVILEGES FOR THE UNTOUCHABLE OLYGARCS.” (Aviso para don Paco: las mayúsculas fueron adquiridas en préstamo de su libro “NO HABRÁ FINAL FELIZ: La Serie Completa de Héctor Belascoarán Shayne; pg. xiv del prefacio de esa obra. Gracias. y se utilizan con fines educacionales y nada más, para que no la vaya usted a hacer de Pex, ¿’ta bien wey?).

[Voz de mujer
Sarah Silverman doblada al Espagnol]

– Ni modo, hasta aquì llegamos por el día de hoy; una disculpa por no poder subir dibujitos y fotos… dicho de otra manera: ya se nos acabó el veinte en la biblioteca. Ciao.

________________________

Veriform Appendix

The Role of a CARYATID:

A caryatid is a type of column, in the form of a Woman, [ invented by the French, of course and ], found in temples of ancient Greeks. It’s a good term for heroines who are institution builders of their worlds – women who support and maintain the Status Quo. ~~These bitches~~… perdon, perdon, va de nuez, these heroines like order and functionality [ once they climb to the top, before that happens they are « believers » not fucking pragmatists ]. You can see a CARYATID ~~in your bitch~~… ay, ay, ay… sorry; you can see a CARYATID in your heroine when she is eagerly trying to prove herself [constantly] on the job, by being a loyal wife [not always], running her own business and generally doing her own bit for The Establishment. (Pg. 62). This particular paragraph on this most inconsequential blog is a fair use of media. Bold lettering; ~~strikethroughs~~; and underscores are the emphasis of the makers of this most inconsequential blog.

Source for the CARYATIDs:

Jacey, H., “The Woman in The Story: creating memorable female characters“. 2010, published by: Michael Weise Productions.

When the levee breaks…

¿Por qué entregarse a la Gran Costumbre?

Se puede escojer la tura, la invención… asi es como París nos destruye despacio, deliciososamente triturándonos entre flores viejas y manteles de papele con manchas de vino… [etc., etc., etc…]

Julio Cortázar
RAYUELA
50 Edición conmemorativa
[Énfasis en los etcéteras son cortesía del Staff].

24 de enero, 2018
Sabbatical Day N° 20

…asegovia3 is experiencing technical difficulties…
as soon as things get back to normal the lovely Sarah Silverman will catch up with del Toro’s “The Shape of Water”, while kill joy Sarah Chayes will brings us [all] up to date with the developing crumbling down of the Honduras post-election debacle.

Mientras tanto en MéxiKO, pues en MéxiKO no pasa nada, querida, Rachel Maddow; absolutamente nada. Todo es del color de los dientes postizos de Vicente Fox, y brillante como la pista de aterrizaje de la puta frente de Carlos Salinas de Gortari.

Should the levee break or Carlos Salinas de Gortari appear; then, context should follow… let’s hope neither follow.

In the mean time, and on the occasion of The Seine once again flirting on spilling and moistening everything around its banks, please enjoy this flashback of Two Ducks duking it out, — al lado de una pinche pata comoda… de cualquier manera pase lo que pase, y en honor a “Los Toreros Muertos“, esta magnana el staff se aseguró de meterle al río por lo menos otros 35 à 45ml. de “mi aguita amarilla“.

The good thing about this blog… es la música de Armando Álvarez

18 de enero, 2018
Sabbatical day Nº 14

A lot like Lennon, Armando Álvarez was the one who made it clear for us all, and yet, (amigo, Gustavo) everyone treated him like a dog… “All those years ago“. —•_!_•— Weird reference is courtesy of the Dark Horse, fomally known as “the quiet one.”… uso Justo de la mano de Bernardo Gómez y pantelion/televisa films.

[Woman’s voice
Sarah Silverman]

… Previously, on asegovia3

ISSY don Memo… El Club de Axolotls de Kansas City nos ha hecho saber que por favor le solicitemos a usted y a Sean Penn, que para las próximas Tangentes o aristas circunstanciales en sus películas, por favor hagan ustedes referencia a los atropellos de los monstruos (algunos hasta Dinosaurios) del país que a usted lo vío nacer… y de Sean Penn mejor ya no digo nada, porque don Eric del Castillo se nos puede volver a morir, y ~~a parte~~ aparte, Madonna se molesta.

Prefacio a una actualización — Lo bueno de este blog es…

The good thing about this blog, is that Guillermo del Toro does not bother to read it, because if he did, his “achichincles”, or “minions” would draft a public service advertorial for him, at El Universal (de México), or some media outlet like that, upon learning of the Axolotl’s de Kansas request for social engagement, on the directors part.

In the mean time:

En los Estados Unidos de América Donald J. Trump está a punto de cumplir su primer año como presidente de los Estados Unidos. Los acuerdos de libre comercio del Pacífico (TPP) y los de Notre de América (NAFTA), prácticamente ya han sido erradicados, y por si faltara menos, por todas las razones equivocadas siendo de que el fervor partidista partió, política y fundamentalmente hablando, a gringolandia en dos universos opuestos; uno en dónde el mundo es una esfera en el Universo, y otro en dónde el mundo es tan plano como una tortilla de Maseca® arriba de la concha de un tortuga.

Moving on…

En contexto. Lo que comenzó como un viaje de exploración y aprendizaje político mexicano en La República Francesa [en el 2010] chocó en febrero del 2011 como un ‘Crash Test Dummy‘ con la cancelación del Año de Mexico en Francia y los procesos electorales (anticipados) de la carrera a Los Pinos en el 2012.

Still to come, “It was 20 years ago”… on our next segment: Antecedentes — An exercise in Itinerant Photojournalism and Writing. }–~~~\•> Uso justo de las crónicas de la Biblioteca Nacional Francesa.

En el lapso de los últimos ocho años los ojos del que aquí escribe fueron testigos del cover mexicano de La primavera tunisina (arabe), ejecutada primero por El Movimiento Por La Paz con Justicia y Dignidad (de Javier Sicilia); para luego seguir la tanda con el “hashtag” YoSoy132; y más después, el baile del billete le tocó a un Frente Amplio izquierdoide de intereses variopinto y derechosos* — ¡pero eso sí! — bien mexicanos; seguido al cierre del baile por las excursiones de MORENA–Francia a la Explanada de Trocadero.

* … y sí usted, querido lector que no nos lee —no nos creen, aquí, a los del staff— pregúntenselo, pues, al consejero “mayor” del actual gobernador panista del estado de Chihuahua, el profesor Víctor Quintana Silveyra; o más mejor, a los adheridos de la Asociación Gilberto Bosques París; una de d’esas asociaciones mexicanas, regidas por la ley francesa 1901, y por coerto, la más cercana a MORENA, en París.

En el transcurso, y del otro lado de la moneda de cada una de esas manifestaciones, el que escribe fue un testigo privilegiado de la respuesta y las reacciones del Gobierno Mexicano y de intereses arrejuntados al pacto y las reformas por México (sin olvidar a las micro empresas del comercio local) mismas que se cooptaron para apagar el auge de las protestas generalizadas del 2011 y 2012 en contra de “la guerra” de Felipe Calderón, y la candidatura de Enrique Peña Nieto a la presidencia; cosa que nosotros [aquí en el staff] argumentamos, que sirvió entre muchas otras cosas y atropellos a la justicia y dignidad de los mexicanos peripatéticos, pues, para ofuscar la cuestión de los asesinatos cometidos por el ejercito mexicano en El Charco, o en Tlatlaya; o los de la policía del Estado de México, allá en San Salvador Atenco, —o valga la covertura— (amigo Gustavo) con el oportuno conflicto exprés que se desataría despues entre los muchachos (buenos y nobles, por supuesto) de Ayotzinapa… y por eso, (Pablo Gleason) ahora únicamente esperemos con ansías ver que va a producir el buen billete de don Guillermo del Toro con ese documental sobre lo que pasó aquella noche de septiembre, en Iguala.

¿Qué cosas nuevas nos revelará ese próximo documental? Yo no sé, pero una cosa si me inspira curiosidad, ¿seguirán las cámaras de ese trabajo a los chavos favoritos del profesor, John Mill Ackerman, y nada más? o se atreverán los productores a seguir también a “los y las” anfitriones de las Caravanas y Tours del “vivos se los llevaron, y vivos los queremos” y mostrarlos en sus dos facetas; es decir, poniendo como ejemplo a la ciudad de París, CEDEX 75000, la faceta rebelde de la manifestación, y luego la faceta institucional que les brinda sus pagos en especie, –o las plataformas para que sus ambiciones puedan salir adelante.

18 de enero, 2011… coincidencia, or just good timing, you be the judge.

[Voz de hombre doblada del Inglés al Español
Jeff Goldblum (metamorfoseado) como una Mosca, narra desde una pared y con una bata color azul verde, en seda (tipo Hugh Hefner) con las solapas, cuello, y puños tirándole a un tono asi más o menos como el color del mosaico en la estación del metro de Les Halles (75001) es decir: Chrome Jauni … La Mosca sostiene en una de sus patas una pipa para fumar].

For the record… the color of Cross–Media Tangents is, “yellowish chrome”.

— De cualquier manera, felicidades a don Memo del Toro por su gran logro en la competencia de los ~~Huevos de Oro~~… Buzzzzz, buzzz— perdón, quise decir Buzzzz, buzzz la competencia de los ~~Huevos Dorados~~… ¡uta!!! ¿Será por el olor del desayuno en la mesa? — Quise decir: Felicidades, don Memo, por su logro en el show de Los Globos Dorados, y por su inversión en La Tortuga, de paso por Ayotzinapa… o algo así, de cualquier manera, sus colaboradores ya nos informaron de que esa obra será estrenada antes del Día Facto de La Ley Seca Suprema en México es decir, este próximo 1 de julio, 2018.

Sources follow:

Teal is the color of a pretty damn Fly bathrobe, eh?

…

Garcetti’s concern — Causette’s resolve

January 14, 2018

“Cutlines”
La voce delle immagini
and
The power of suggestion [1]
y por supuesto:
Natalio Reyes Colas
(Zach a güanderful Zting)

[Man’s voice
Brian Williams]

When we last met, a brigade of gremlins cut-off our transmission and then moved on to bigger and better things, like say, making a Pineapple island paradise emit the siren sounds often heard across the Olive Oil fields of The Holy Land.

In a New York Minute we will return to the Tale–of-the–Tape between Ali Velshi and María Hinojosa, but first, Marianne’s regulations require that we begin our segment by covering the French Press brief, and so, our next presenter “needs no introduction”, here’s your host, Gael García Bernal in the role of the one and only Alex Trebek.

The Spanish Anagram -•_!_•- Debo, no niego — Pago, no puedo. –•_!_•- Welcome, to another edition of Jeopardy, with your host, Alejandro Trebek… and a Daily Double speed Round: The gobbledygook looking title of the newly released “ebdo” magazine is also a Spanish language anagram to the present tense verb of the word “deber.” For $100 name the anagram that can be morphed from the title ebdo. —•_!_•— [ “Be Do” comes out of Armando Álvarez pie-hole after he buzzes in the request to response ]. -•_!_•- Mmmmh, it seems that you’ve got your Spanglish wires crossed, “Be Do” is the English language anagram for Engagement, not the present tense for the word debt. Better luck next time Armando. }–~—\•> [Off camera and live on-air, from the background noise of Armando Àlvarez hot-mic, a long and pronounced snorting sound can be heard, followed by a discreet: God–damn! That Shit is Good! ].

Anygüey, dear ebdo crowd:
do you like chocolate?

Para que lo que sigue no parezca un Copy–Pasta, debo dar credito a publicaciones XXI, y su nueva aventura en los kioscos de periódicos en Francia; debo tambien anunciar que en otras noticias de la French Press, “la clitoris” de los kioskos, la Revista CAUSETTE, dejo por unos momentos de ser estimulada, y a lo mejor por eso parece que la revista dirigida al mercado de feminas curiosas y abiertas había sucumbido en la Guerra por el Espacio en los kioskos de revistas en Francia; sin embargo, un juez falló en favor de las Causettes y el tribunal dictó que la revista de las hijas de Lilith continue divulgando la libertad y la expresión sexual de las mujeres en general, eso sí, con la consigna de que esa empresa resuelve cómo liquidar deudas. En otras palabras TOMA CHOCOLATE Y PAGA LO QUE DEBES.

}–~~~\•>

[Man’s voice
Paul Harvey… “Good Day”]

And now, page two:

[Woman’s voice
[María Hinojosa]

— As i was telling you, Ali, this is very painful to say, but Immigration officers are over-stepping their bounds and jurisdiction by policing the streets like cops.

— When they engage in that fascist fashion they are no better than the corrupt cops of L.A. in the 1980’s. I mean, before Rodney King became what we today know as a “hashtag—name—your—Cause”, at the time the L.A. cops took it upon themselves to form their own little “clicks” to solve the Crack Epidemic that The Ronald Reagan Administration dropped in on The City of Angels to pay for his illegal war.

context follows

— Which as everyone now knows, gave us the urban phenomenon of the “maras” that Donald Trump now wants to profit from.

Courtesy of Latino USA.

— You know Ali, last year at the 25th Anniversary of the Rodney King verdicts, Eric Garcetti, the Los Angeles, mayor, he told me that his biggest concern about the on-going rhetoric and response from federal law enforcement agencies on municipal jurisdictions is that people on the streets are getting fed-up, Ali… “ya están perdiendo la paciencia”, Ali… D’ya know what —the Staff is Saying? Or do you want a Copy/Paste Scenario of the “gremlins” that are about to surface on the whole of Elvis’ “Promised Land”?

[Man’s voice
Catalonio Barcelonnetto de Peralvillo]

Anyway, Ali, it’s MLK’s Birthday’s Eve… enjoy a Chacha con un Cha-Cha… or a Chacho if that’s the way that your paddle board veers, in any case —It’s a MLK weekend; and to celebrate, here’s Natalio Reyes Colas…. Raza!

1. With regards to the Power of Suggestion:

If Victor Burgin, and my intro to Phenomenology credit hours at ~~BrUTEP~~ sorry, Zita, at UTEP ever thought us [the staff] anything, is that An Image Is A Virtual Event occurring between Material Realities and Psychological Spaces… in other words, after all it’s said and done all that remains is a picture and a cutline, if you as a non reader (not you, Zita) are still wondering what this motherfucking explanation means, i give you, Valérie Maveidorakis, (Burgin’s Translator) who pegs the analogy as the musical chords of say an ukulele, to the lyrical chords in a song; so, whatever lays in between those two sensorial manifestations (the Material Reality and the Psychological stimuli), which your ear drums perceive is what will remain for posterity, es decir, —a virtual event. Think of it like this: those who are not willing to copy and paste the CONTEXT of HISTORY are condemned to repeat it… or something like that.

[Man’s voice
Jeff Goldblum]

— … but speaking about how the Devils (and monsters) are in the details, the staff returned to their Sabbatical, and both The lovely Sarah Silverman and yours truly, return to measure The Shape of Water with an image that suggests that the Axolotl and the janitor had a baby girl and this is her shape:

Courtesy of The Front Page of The Internet.

Day 358th — Breaking the news

Friday 12th / Saturday 13th
Frequency Hop Special Edition

Good evening, an important DACA update developed in the course of the day, and we [the staff] had to momentarily suspend our yearly Sabbatical, just as we feared before we passed over the controls to Jeff Goldblum and our second favorite Jewish person, the lovely Sarah Silverman, anygüey; Mr. Trump just couldn’t play nice for the weekend that celebrates the legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr..

But before we [the staff] get into that drama, first the local, Cross–Media Tangents:

en Nanterre, en cuestión de migración, allí también dice La Jornada en Francés (Libération) que el Sr. Macron no canta tan mal las Rancheras, and where newspapers are sold, there’s a new player on the boards.

Like the flu, the immigration issue is making the front pages of the Hexagone, it just happens to be for different reasons than those that Donald Trump would want you to believe. At Libération, the Front Cover of yesterday’s paper featured the lines to get into the Préfecture at Nanterre; how many of those pictured on the snapshot were there to register a vehicle, get a driver’s license, attend a court hearing, and yes, renew a residents visa, back in August of 2017 —that— ladies and gentleman, is up for debate; of course if you visit the Île–de–France and are into urban ethnography, or mass migration, and/or social studies, then take Line 5 to Bobigny and head over to the Pablo Picasso Plaza… allí Camaradas, si que es Otro Pedo. }-~—~\•> The good thing about this blog is that the good folks at Libération no lo leen; if they did [read our blog] we’d think that they are echoing a signal that we [the staff] sent just two days ago, on the 10th… para ser exactos, ¡saludos!

Disclosure de décryptage:

The events depicted in the following script are based on a true news commentary segment, the names of the talking heads were not changed but their dialog was attenuated to a minimum so as to correct the noise interference with cross–media platforms that are beyond our reach and control.

This is Tim’s TimeStamp for the EST

[Man’s voice
Ari Velshi from ‘the’ ms\n-b-c’s]

— The American GESTAPO, María?

[Woman’s voice
María Hinojosa from NPR]

—Yes! Ari.
Wearing big letters on the front of their jackets that spell out POLICE, —and they are not police officers. They are immigration officials.

Ari:
— I just want to be careful not to call them any…

[María’s gaze transmit the quintessential stare that reads: Bitch, are you kidding me? While her stare spells out the following: Ari, I Know That You Know –and– y’Acting Like y’Don’t Know].

[Ari Velshi, now feeling like the little boy in a Bruce Hornsby song who’s just been told that he can’t go where the others kids go, because he don’t look —Scandinavian Enough— like they do, responds]*

— So, we are in That Place.

María:

— Sadly, we are.
ICE officers are like “boots–on–the–ground” that are responding to Donald Trump’s “get them out of here” command.

They are getting into trains and buses, and stopping people on the street and asking of them what their citizenship is.

Anuncio de ocasión

Eh, qué hay de Nuevo Doc? ¡debo saber, debo saber, —debo saber?.

… FYI to our non-readers, rolling blackouts keep crashing the server; thank you for your patience, we are working on correcting this contingency… Dang–on Gremlins, eh —doc?

…

The following is a time-delay alert, please don’t reload your browser… This is only a Time-Delayed alert of a fake Nuke Attack.

To our non readers, please don’t adjust your clocks. This is a time-delayed entry of an earlier screen capture that ‘the’ gremlin brigade maliciously scrambled earlier in the transmission.

In the mean time, surfers and board paddlers are back to doing their thing in Barack Obama’s birth island.

Actual TimeStamp is One-Hour and 1/2 difference from the last time that the gremlin brigade struck our connectivity; actual TimeStamp right now in CET currency is 23h15.

… it seems that the gremlins didn’t stop at shutting down our server. The aspersions from the gremlin brigade seemed to have crossed all the way over to the Great State of Hawaii. — Fair use of all media.

Pending a peacefull stance from the Gremlin Brigade, we [the staff] will continue with the second part of NPR’s, María Hinojosa, stance on the ICE brigades raids, which she reports, are targeting browned-skinned people in the United States.

… and on the 357th Day:

The president of The United States of America spoke and “Shit” came out of his pie hole.

The following must be read in a Brian Williams voice:

Bonjour, at Rockefeller Center it’s still Thursday, January 11th of 2017.

“A first,” indeed—and the Land of the free has added a new word for playgrounds and classrooms in America (sin acento).

Sin comentarios…

Actual TimeStamp: 23h55 EST

Issy… stick around, because in Santa Barbara, the 11th (pm) Hour is just about to make its rounds on an area described by La Semana Que Philippe, Labró como un “paisaje de desolación”, luego de un mes de incendios y ahora con los lodazales que han destruido la región, que ni siquiera perdonaron la choza hollywoodense de la mismísima, Ophra Winfrey.

Pictured pie hole in this frame is not the actual “Shithole” that Donald J. Trump has for a mouth. •__• Foto del fragmento de La Semana de Philippe Labro fue capturada por: staff.

… The good thing is that “Normay” just secured their borders with the brand spanking and, fictional, “F–52’s” that the Commander–in–Chief just sold to the Normeegians!?

Las horas de ahora… Actual TimeStamp is: 23h10 PST on the PCH.

http://kiosque.cnewsmatin.fr/Kiosque.aspx?edition=NEP&date=20180112

L’Ecriture du Scenario et La Salle de Lecture

AVIS Aux Non-lectures
de
ce blog

Yesterday’s ramblings were the victim of Gremlins, Rolling Blackouts and the Commuting Rush Hour Rat–Race of Corporate Ladder-Climbers on the “A” Train of the Île–de–France, RER*. FYI: the staff was en-route to turn a very dear, important, and regretfully painful page in Nanterre; 92010 CEDEX.
* Red [ferroviaria] Exprés Regional

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Sabbatical Day X
11 de enero, 2018
Bibliothèque du Cinéma
François Truffaut

La mujer en bici . — . From the collection The Street is My Gallery; the staff is on the look out for the chalk artist that created this Cubism looking treat. When they find it, they’ll let the non-readers of this non-consequential blog know who s/he is. •—!—• Photo: segoviaspixes 2018; Allée Célestin Hennion, 75004 (CEDEX) Cité.

—Behind The Scenes—

[Voz de mujer
Sarah Silverman]

— We now return to our regular programing.

Analyses de Films
. — .
ISIS & Cie.

Figurer l’inconscient… Freud, ~~poissons~~ , passions, secrèts . — . Un film • entre el Babel de la ficción de González Iñatirru AND Anger’s Hollywood Babylon • est un film . — . }–~~—\•> ¿En dónde está la biblioteca? Good news for the half empty rack of Mexican cinema literature at the François Truffaut Library inside at The Forum, in Les Halles, –3, Rue du Cinéma, 75001. The good folks at Marie de Paris authorized the addition of a new tome. In the frame above, can you guess which one it is?