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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?

[Man’s voice
Jeff Goldblum]

Don’t go away, because when the Lovely Sarah and yours truly return, we are going to reveal the staff’s other favorite movie that starts right of the bat with a masturbation scene. Here’s a Hint: HIMYM closed a season with the closing song in that flick, and no darling, it’s not the melody of “How You Used To Be”.

Stick around… context on “Monster–Nieto’s” replacement follows. Monster–Nieto is a Brozo the Shady Clown Registered TM.

Glosario: Los Intermedios de Francisco Alberto

Of pears & apples.
If I can make it there,
I’m gonna make it—everywhere

Pero hablando de La Catalunya:
It’s all relative or everything is relative¹

Let’s pretend for a split second… that instead of serenading the romantic ears of Italian Mob bosses in New York, Francis Albert Sinatra was blasting  songs about Bracero immigrant injustices to the U.S. Agriculture and the chairmans of those boards, during the same period of time, when Kurt Vonnegut* got the absurd-driven indignation to pen Schlachthof 5; dit: Abattoir 5; mejor conocida como: Matadero 5; and most commonly referred to, as: Slaughterhouse-Five.  ———  Are you there? Are you with me? If you are, then together let us break that barrier called time and Fast-Forward to one of those big agricultural fields in the second decade  2000  years  after a man called  “Chuy”  was, according to Scripture, “temporarily” laid to rest**… Beverages are courtesy of Budweiser —The— King of Beers®.

* …
Kurt Vonnegut
was last spotted at a farting competition
—in Heaven²
———

** “Chuy,” a.k.a.
Jesus, The Christ; and in certain Broadway circles as: Superstar…
was last seen judging a
Chile eating competition³
—in Germany.

[Stick Around… it’s 06h43 hours in CET]
We’ll be right Back after the staff nourishes some synapses with the Breakfast of Champions; in that process, we also need to ask Memo del Toro, if he is already up to the challenge of recreating farting sounds, and transmitting these to people in Connecticut, in the form [of course] of an exquisite failure to tragically communicate.

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Que te deje yo, —Que Va, arrullaba la melodía en forma de un bolero ranchero que salía desde unas bocinas colocadas antes de entrar a un set del S.I.T.A.T.Y.R.§. Minutos más tarde, una vez ya adentro en los escenarios de las bodegas de ese gremio se podía escuchar a un cuarteto ensayando. En música viva, el sonido que se apreciaba era el de la melodía “Las rejas no matan”.  En su momento, lo único que a esas notas le faltaba era la parte de “…pero sí tu maldito querer”. Por la noche, esa canción estaba programada para ser interpretada por El Gran Quentin TARANTINO et Les Zodiaques de La Chaîne Montagneuse.

§ Sindcato Industrial
de Trabajadores y Artistas
de Televisión y Radio.

…Let’s pretend, that context will follow.  —|—  Uso justo de todos los medios, las galas y “las republicas” [sic].

“Les Zodiaques” eran un grupo de faroles domingueros que se disfrazaban de motociclistas outlaw dos veces por mes en fines de semana y que en su vida profesional se desquitaban de tener que portar el uniforme de la policía federal o estatal extorsionando a los choferes de todo tipo de vehículos… si en las carreteras se les permitiese a los infantes circular, es decir, con algún triciclo o con bicicleta con ruedas para entrenar, tenga usted por seguro que hasta la paleta de caramelo —o mismo— el Gansito Marinela® pasarían a ser confiscados en caso de que los güerquillos o las escuinclas no trajesen  “el efectivo” para completar para “las sodas” de los oficiales.

El chiste —decía uno de los licenciados ambulatorios en La Procuraduría— “es morder“. Les Zodiaques eran producto de la primera generación de cadetes entrenados por La Gendarmería Francesa en Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, en el año 2013. De allí el pinche nombrecito mamón del grupo musical. El director de películas de culto, Quentin Tarantino ni cuenta se daba de que esos hijos de la gran chingada, le estaban gendarmeriando su NameBrand. 

En el foro de al lado, la marquesina anunciaba la actuación especial de Los Franchutes de La Sierra de Omar Chaparro. En letras de neon color verde limón relampagueaba con intermitencia su Gran ´Éxito del momento, mismo que se reproducía cada 15 minutos en todas las estaciones nacionales de LaRadioExa: ¡Gloria Trevi fue Inocente y Lencha Casas También!!! Ahora en versión Banda, —con arreglos de SEAN PENN y Kate del Castillo.

[Imagen en PROCESO… TimeStamp:  16h25  CET].
[CET has crossed into Sunday, TimeStamp: 0100 h]

En fin… a funny thing happened on the way to the Prefecture de Police in París when it came time to update any given items required from me in order to keep fulfilling the requirements, which allowed me to maintain my legal resident in France… —Change of address? Report to the Prefecture de Police. —Change of marital status? Report to the prefecture — Renewal of resident card — Report to the prefecture.  Of course, as luck would have it —if you believe in such a chance— the same person that was charged with receiving any of my documentation and updates at the Prefecture de Police, well, she also turned out to be one of the volunteers for the films and documentary festivals that we [the staff] continue to annotate in this blog.  [This is a draft, more context and corrections for accuracy will follow, right now the staff needs to take a nap. —|— TimeStamp 01h45 CET…

… quoi qu’il arrive 

Ooouahhhh.
Dear God! The staff here
had not taken a prolonged siesta
like the one we started on Saturday
in quite a very long while. TimeStamp:
Monday morning, 0600h on Belleville’s Time.


The implications of wordplay:

  1. whippoorwill,. “Implication of << Everything is relative >>“. Crowdsourcing  comment on: English Language & Usage Stackexchange. Via: https ://English .stackexchange .com /questions /110612 /implication-of-everything-is-relative
  2. “Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.” An interpretation of Cat’s Cradle by: Gordon, S., Modell, J., Murray, N., Robinson, T., Ryan K., “15 things Kurt Vonnegut said better than anyone else ever has or will“. Via: A.V. Club [inventory]. http ://www .avclub .com /article /15-things-kurt-vonnegut-said-better-than-anyone-el- 1858
  3. paraleloz,. “El campeón [sic] del picante en alemania [sic] es MEXICANO!!! [sic].” Crowdsourcing vía: RTL (stern tv) a través de un video de youtube  . com, enlace, https ://www .youtube .com /watch?v=ooiqzsMm79s … con la información del usuario soparamens en /r/mexico.