Wednesday, August 2nd 2017 Passage de la Canopée Niveau 0 — Le Forum Les Halles
TimeStamp: 1500 hrs… CET
Belle de Jour (1967) and Direct Matin (April 14th, 2015*) …Context follows: Sarkozy’s Republicans were still under the banner of the UMP, and CNEWS front cover banner was called Direct Matin.
Hindsight, some [in the staff] might say, is a rearview mirror that serves as an instant replay to deconstruct that bug experience that you might have had, as you encountered, —face first— a speeding windshield.
Ladies and Gent’s… today’s Le Parisiene (front cover):
¿Podrá aguantar hasta el final?. Sepa la verg…. lo único que se puede esperar es de que para que el Orangina Man pueda continuar en el poder, ToDo su equipo seguirá rompiendo la Ley… Why? You ask: par-ce-que!!!
Niveau –3 (Berger)… at the Forum… TimeStamp: 0300 hours, CET.
… given the scope of the Olympic Commitee’s announcement; this one is dedicated to the L.A. Times Editorial Board: FUCK YOU, and your “objective reporting,” save-facing “EMERGING DETAILS” about how the City of Angels just could not compete for the 2024 Summer Olympics against the City of Lights, be honest. Below are just three alternative causes that are closest to home, as to explaining your “face-saving” Olympic reporting and the reasons why Mme. Hidalgo (the Parisian mayor) now has a legacy under her belt…
The LACK of efficient ease of PUBLIC Transportation.
The Shoot first— ask questions later Law Enforcement (red-neck / good ol’boys) tactics.
And of course, Donald Trump’s idiotic Customs and Immigration populist approach to National Security.
CONTEXT FOLLOWS. In the mean-time know that your scoop, was 24hrs behind our [pictographic] Olympic Awareness Intervention.
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*April 14, 2015… flashback a una mañana directa, de la Casa de Canal (Plus)
What are the odds that during the staff’s “free style hoboing” live training exercise —they— would come across a two-year old news peddling archive, announcing that Paris, was officially in the race for the Olympics in 2024, eh? —_— Foto de fondo es del poster de un film de Luis Buñuel; Belle de Jour, which happens to be the story of woman, who got her kicks by transforming into a sadomasochistic prostitute during ‘regular working hours’ (or something like that) and once the early evening hours began to set, she’d return to the arms of his loving life partner (or some civil arrangement like that)… So what are the odds, dear friends, that we [the staff] would find such headlines on the (re) opening day of one of our favorite Buñuel’s classics? For all of its synchronicity; life is certainly stranger than fiction.
context follows… yet, still fuckers: The Street Is My Gallery.
Monday, July 31st 2017
Gare de Châtelet – Les Halles
The Seine and The Forum.
Carmella Soprano meets Paris… context and credits follow.
Hello, we [the staff] dive head first onto a new week and hope to not, —we repeat— to not belly-flop the plunge [on the way down] as we say goodbye to the last day in Julius, in order to welcome Augustus.
Anyway, during a recent “push to host the 2024 games“, the French Olympic Committee transformed (1) a section of lthe moving liquid part of The Seine, and a tram of it’s solid Left Bank into a spectacular olympic teaser park where a mini-version of most of the sporting events, which are featured during the Summer Games, got some ‘prime’ outdoor real estate square footage, or rather, square meterage in order to set up a temporary assortment of ball courts, a floating race track that doubled as a philharmonic stage, a diving platform on the bridge (1.1) that ‘Carmela Soprano‘ made famous for all the HBO crowd [just before The Game of Thrones conquered the American Series shares] and, you wont believe this: a skateboard park… the only thing missing was a portable wave generator to surf up The Seine… anyway.
context from the Plant Garden follows.,.
Did you know that the French invented that thing called “the” Evolution.
Strategically placed image fragment is courtesy of El WaPo and some guy at the AFP (via) Getty Images named Etienne Laurent.
Yes, we didn’t know it at the time, and as a matter of fact, it came to us much in the same fashion like that time that we learnt that Frankie’s, Paul Anka rendition of “I did it my way,” was the brainchild of Radio France Nostalgie version (3) of Raphael’s interpretation of Juan Gabriel… anygüey, it was during that very early Sunday morning stroll along The Seine that we learned that the French invented —in all of their radical might— skateboarding.
Yup, motherfuckers, the sons and daughtersof Gral. Charles de Gaulle, and the nephews of Sarkozy and Asterix invented skateboarding. We shit you not!
We, however, are not sure if the Land of Cheese & Wine can claim ‘roller blading’ as well, but we can confirm that they are pretty happy and gay about that activity once the sun goes down; anygüey… de cualquier manera, what’s important here is that during our Sunday morning stroll we learned that “Skateboarding Is Not A Crime”, and that come 2020 in Japan (4), a skilled and talented bunch are going to snatch the first ever Olympic medals for that new sport, which by-the-way once upon a time (in L.A.—of all motherfucking places) was considered a crime… or some bogus rent-a-cop “get out of my mall, “shit like that.
Mean-while… “these dreams of you”
But speaking of malls and pretty panties … swim suit sales. For the first time in over three years our resident infrastructure correspondent [at-large] Catalonio Barcelonnetto de Peralvillo was able catch a ride on the moving walkways that connect lines 11 and 7 from the rest of the rails at La Gare de Châtelet – Les Halles.
As a case of long-term study, or a comparative analysis with the people who build roads in Queretaro, it took the bidding construction companies here in France just a little over the SIX years to complete “le chantier”, which (2) they had promised to finish and deliver before the 2017 election beared fruit in France; so not bad (we guess) minus a few squirts of cosmetic caulking and cable ties along the runway that still remain to be set—once that is knockedout, the project will all be done. Again, not bad, considering that the ‘frogs’ are working inside of an milennial ‘socavón’… just sayin’ Mr. Esparza; just saying.
In other news, and to tangent our way back to the Summer Games still to come, Catalonio got a rather subliminal sneak peek preview at the “tentative pictograms” featured at the Châtelet — Les Halles corridor. Below you will see some of the “alternative” competitions that Parisians will probably have in store when the Summer Olympics delegations set their Olympic Village in town:
1. Freestyle hoboing. 2. Tag team luggage snatching. 3. Missionary Position Marathon Trials. 4. Organized Grab-Ass and Synchronized Bubble Speech. 4. Free Fall Suicide. 5. Open Door Manifesting. 5. Étrangères Open-Door Policy push the door Tug-of-War.
In any case scenario, it’s been nearly 100 days (5) since En Marche and its founding father took over as “the boss” of all French military forces (both Foreign and Domestic), however all that we can note from our perimeter is that as a strategic move: ‘The Best is Yet to Come‘.
Text fragment courtesy of El WaPo, and News Flash reporter James —The flash— McAuley… The news fragment is Fair Use of Media and it is being placed here in order to complement EM’s intentions for the “Dawning of the Age of Aquarius,” and to remind the Tea-Bagging “Don’t Thread on Me” crowd, that your precious “Amo’rica” is no longer the leader of Western Values, except of course: Western style rodeo clowns, because that’s the only Western imagery that the American electorate evokes in the eyes of Occidental democracies… Do keep that thought, because in the next entry Paco Calderón has a rather particular scope on them kind of “funnies”.
In the mean-time, August is just a few minutes away (happy birthday Dj) … and despite all of the signs that read that “all of the roads lead to Rome…” Merdé!. Va de nuez, we meant to input that, even if all the new roads seem to lead to France —or, Paname— one thing’s for sure, during the month of August: all of the itineraries lead to some exotic spot, or at least out of the built up ruins of Ol’ Lutece, because the frogs don’t fuck around come vacation time.
The tail-end of the “funnies,” as viewed by “El Reformista” don Calderón, Paco —one_Each—… context follows. Uso justo del MonoAureo; y de otros medios —oficialistas también.
Si conduce, por el amor de la Virgen de La Macarena y de San Fermín, se lo suplicamos… no le haga al “divo” y absténgase de cantar como Raphael… “Sobre Aviso No Hay Engaño”: esto es un uso justo de todos los medios.
… de la colección: La Calle es Mi Galería.Foto No. 909; capturada en la fachada de un superette francés enfrente del Museo de Las Minas en los Jardines de Luxemburgo, 75006 — París… Dibujo por el artista que firmó su marca en el muro; foto por: segoviaspixes / armando segovia. —_— CreativeCommons and all that good stuff; ShareAlike and CopyLeft… Besos ;… )