Luis Gerardo Quijano.
Candidato a Alcalde
La Magdalena Contreras:
Luis Gerardo Quijano.
Candidato a Alcalde
La Magdalena Contreras:
AVIS Aux Non-lectures
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
Sabbatical Day X
11 de enero, 2018
Bibliothèque du Cinéma
—Behind The Scenes—
[Voz de mujer
— We now return to our regular programing.
Analyses de Films
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ISIS & Cie.
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”.
Con su permiso don Denis, esto es un Intermedio, ahorita al rato le seguimos de nuevo a usted su huella.
En San José de Las Panochas, municipio de La Zona del Silencio, la tiza tenía una connotación desviada. La tiza era de color azul, azul como suelen ser los cielos despejados en los inviernos de la Europa central. Azul intenso sin llegar a ser marino y, sin embargo; azul cargado así como con un tono pegándole a café acaramelado como un buen café con leche.
El gis por lo regular es blanco. Los hay de otros colores, ¿pero quién recuerda las tablas de multiplicación escritas en un pizarrón, en un tono anaranjado o verde limón?
La tiza, allá en San José de Las Panochas, incita a las yemas de tus dedos a que se acoplen en las dimensiones de un cubo en el cual una de sus caras tiene una depresión; lo que en términos de electricidad —si tuviese conductividad— haría de la tiza un enchufe hembra, y se extingue con cada entrada de un taco, o el instrumento para meter las bolas en las canastas de una mesa de billar.
A el gis lo sacan de su caja —por lo general— con la punta de las yemas del índice y el pulgar, su forma es cilíndrica —y para gastarlo— hay que oprimirlo ante una superficie como si fuera un objeto para rayar o escribir, y pues tal vez para aquellos que tienen ese don, pues, lo van rebajando al dibujar.
Dear non-reader, if what you see in the image below is the back of a utility truck… You Might Be Suffering from pareidolia, or something like that. Please seek immediate help!!!
… ↓↓↓ …Good morning, it’s Friday, September 22nd of 2017, and it’s time for another edition of… Weekend Edition.
In Paris, yesterday–today–and–tommorrow it is National Sports Day. Starting at 1400 hrs., le equipe de La France Insoumise (formally le Front de Gauche) is taking on le CRS and the National Gendarmerie.
…… Dear, Stephie Ruhle, sorry about the “Frida” spin… we [the staff] felt your heart breaking on screen; pero, Corazón you can’t say that we didn’t warn you in reel-time. On the level, though, the MILENIO “set-up” also broke our hearts because much like in Pue’lto ‘Lico, over in the Mexican Tri-State area where the tremors hit, there are plenty of little villages that have “real” Fridas and Siofías, and Pedros and Juanes, and maybe one or two little Armanditos and Amandititititas who also need that media spotlight given by the likes of Mr. Carlos Marín and Milenio Televisión. ¡VIVA MéXICO!
“Holy Mother, where are you…
Tonight I feel broken in two…
Holy Mother, hear my prayer…
… I’ve cursed Your name a thousand times, I’ve felt the anger running through my soul...”
The fragment of Clapton’s prayer above, must be delivered in a Pavarotti stage voice, and wailed like Blackie under Slow Hand’s sway.
Hola, hoy fue domingo en el reloj de la Europa Central, sin embargo en toda América y El Cáribe, a San lunes todavía le cuelgan unas horas para ponchar tarjeta: así que ni pex… al mal tiempo buena cara.
Monday, July 31st 2017
Gare de Châtelet – Les Halles
The Seine and The Forum.
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.
Did you know that the French invented that thing called “the” Evolution.
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‘.
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.
So, if you want to hear what a Fat Labor Lady sounds like, you’ll have to wait until October and bathe on Selene’s moonlight as the Hunter’s rays (6) make their first cycle around… Do take advantage, ‘cus come Columbus Day, we reckon it’ll all be dark.
Ahora, para variar un poco:
Los funnies de El Reformista:
don Calderón, Paco
1. The Kayaking Mayor at the Bridge of “The Sopranos”… Via: Reuters. http ://www .reuters .com /article /us-olympics-2024-paris-idUSKBN19E1DP —_— and —_— https ://m .youtube .com /watch?v =0BgnT9SSqyc
2. Renovations and taxes well spent: https ://en .m .wikipedia .org /wiki /Gare_de_Châtelet_–_Les_Halles #Renovation
3. Clo-Clo meets Frankie and the MOB: Via, The Independent… http ://www .independent .co .uk /news /world /europe /the-mystery-of-cloclo-did-he-write-my-way-and-was-he-killed-while-changing-a-lightbulb-793985 .html
3a. Raphael… “Como yo te amo”… http ://uncyclopedia .wikia .com /wiki /Raphael _(singer)
3b. Juan Gabriel… “Hasta que te conocí”… http ://www .newyorker .com /culture /culture-desk/postscript-the-festive-genius-of-juan-gabriel-1950-2016
4. California Skate Parks and the Park of the Rising Sun: http ://californiaskateparks .com /2016 /08 /skateboarding-officially-olympic-sport-japan-2020/
5. El WaPo and En Marche: https ://www .washingtonpost .com /world /europe /nearing-100-days-in-office-macrons-true-ambitions-emerge /2017 /07 /29 /b40aba88-713a-11e7-8c17-533c52b2f014_story.html?utm_term= .945f5b8d9a88
6. The Hunter Moon: Via, “The Farmers Almanac”… https ://www .almanac .com /astronomy /moon /full
7. October 12th… El WaPo; The Knights of Columbus, and Asshole day… Via, The Washington Post: https ://www .washingtonpost .com /news /answer-sheet /wp /2015 /10/11 /why-is-columbus-day-still-a-u-s-federal-holiday /?utm_term= .3276eafabf9a