Friday, May 21, 2010

I Think My Cat Has A Broken Leg

Absurd and Tremendous



I love women for everything except one thing. I grew up surrounded by powerful women, character, hardworking and fascinating. A long line of women who have held the reins of my family. Something like a matriarchy roll The House spirits but not ghosts that come to remind us of old scores to settle ... or maybe.
Since my mom and my sister, the two most important women in my life, even my friends, female sex has always been present.



I'm not falling into the stereotypes that say that are bad, interested, ruthless including smarter than hunger ... All topics have some truth in the background but not the absolute truth. Nothing is.
And this has been a week of women. On the one hand, discover the fabulous (and absurd) Wealthy Women program La Sexta (Milikito this chain is a cross between The Socialist and The Case). Are supposed to be super rich and have nothing to do but watch for themselves. Looking like teenage mothers and young-looking sluts in fourth. Priceless dialogue between Charlotte and her very best friend laughing at a Bershka dress that "Chacha" (as is) is left at home. Olivia unpayable
Valére to give his son at breakfast to be enclosed by a slimming clinic while fattening the chocolate dumplings without mercy and without fear of soiling his Chanel.



From my point of view, are not rich at all or at least not as much as they want us to believe but they are fun. All that pose frivolona and candida this behavior more typical of FOQ recreation of a supposed millionaire to Marbella or moral ... Very muses. Very absurd. Very big. A program politically incorrect in these times of stock market cracks, brought gifts and budget cuts and that, my dears, is much appreciated. Refrain who intend to see it with a minimum of social consciousness and seriousness. Will only go to bed angry.
More women. This week has reached the fifteenth anniversary of the death of Lola Flores . For many the Largest Authentic . For others, simply the best. Of course, I remember Lola Flores on TV since I have reason and remember also not have paid attention ever. Until you grow while you discover that you like groups learn to despise the things called "old" or "outdated." Until you realize that Lola has never been in such a category. On the contrary, there is not nobody was more modern than she (in the best sense of the word "modern").




remember seeing recently an interview with singer Tahúres Zurdos in which he said something that also happens to me. I'm not excited about the things that "should" close stylistic modernez for granted and yet it makes my hair stand on end when Lola hear sing the first lines of your A vera or Rocío Jurado start to reel off their wonderful I do not give . Muses absolute. Women product of a time that no longer exists. A time that made them such as (I can not talk about them in the past): strong, ironic, fighters, more vulgar than anyone, more women than anyone else, unique.



cumpleños keep getting gifts even though more than a month since I have one more (damn!). DKNL gave me the Sticky and Sweet Tour other large that I managed to reconcile. His latest album it sucks (I'm in mine) but there is NO shadow you can do at a concert. You do not have a great voice (despite the Harmonize, this great invention together with Photoshop) or is already at 52 a little tired but still the best because, like Lola, like Dew, is much larger than their own shortcomings and this step is poised to become bigger than his own legend.
From there to spend the day listening to the CD (DKNL not skimp) was a short step. My only regret is that the version of Borderline fabulosísima does not appear on the disc. In return, yes that includes the equally amazing version of You Must Love Me Madonna a in grace surrounded by gypsies and wrapped by hundreds of thousands of Argentines who cry to him: We love you!. Really big.



And one thing leads to another, just looking at Youtube videos of Evita and fall into a spiral of matches. A great playing another big. A large almost turned into another big. Ciccone versus Perón.
Two women with much in common, from its origins to its ambition through the innate ability to handle the masses. Evita see a speech from the balcony of the Casa Rosada and see how many years later, Madonna hypnotized hundreds of thousands of Argentines (most gorgeous, what a country!) in a stadium in Buenos Aires, makes it clear that time passes, fashions change, countries also but there are certain things that are eternal, like the great fascination. Lola, by spraying, Madonna, Eva, Edith, by Simone, Frida, by mothers who take their children out alone, for the grandmothers who are looking unavailable to despair, for each and every one of them .
Nevertheless, I think we're hanging around the thirty women who died this year at the hands of people to whom the term "man" comes to them very large.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Home Made Milk Pasteurizer

Alterego's music: Divas Only Fear

Liza Minelli


May be this time

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Josh Hutcherson Underwear Blue Boxer Briefs

Alterego



The first years of XXI century will be remembered as The Year of Fear (nothing to do with the title of the novel by Juan Eslava Galán) .

Everyone is afraid. Fear has become the master of the situation. One need only look around a bit with some critical and some irony to cope with the rush of endorphins negative (not if any) that dominates the planet from the attack on the World Trade Center that fateful 11, remember.
century changes are never given mathematically by the numbers. They are always important events that give the starting signal.

What happens is that now everything is going so fast that when historians, political scientists, journalists, economists and Lola witch and it was clear that the fall of the Berlin Wall was going to be the turning point, there are some crazy (not if quietly) on a plane and send it all to hell.



From then until now, fear is the true protagonist of our lives and not the crisis that is only the armed wing, the really sticky and sweet nothing.

Amsterdam: hundreds of people gather in a square for a minute of silence for the dead do a year in the Queen's Day (or at most is revealed as an extraordinary silent film actress on that bus.) Heard a noise behind her and the avalanche occurs. Dozens injured. In the end it was nothing. Just a noise.

Spain: an exemplary citizen called the police scared to death (aka the cops) because he hears the screams of his neighbor while repeating over and over again "to kill me, you're going to kill you." The blue jacos occur in the home of the good lady and yes. Were killing ... to dust. I hope it be a lesson to change their habits fuckers in the future. Yes, apparently seen that does not change as a lover.
From now no longer I worry more when my neighbor's scream as if they were opening in channel rusty pruning shears. I never cared. I knew she was happy ... as a partridge.



London was made public (they are also eager to fuck) McQueen's autopsy. Coca, tranquilizers and sedatives with the result we all know. What surprises me is that he was able to commit suicide with such a hodgepodge in the stomach and head but the fear is what you have, you draw strength from where there are none. In this case who knows what the source of fear.



I am no exception, I have also my fears, but in truth, little or nothing to do with the rest. Except for obvious reasons, which all have related to illness, death, family and close friends my recurring fears can be summarized as:

The Vatican Ltd in general.
A creeping reptiles (not even think or write.) The Anorexic
Nancy (aka Aznar). A Hello Kitty
.
A Luis Miguel when he sings boleros. Well, Luis Miguel when he sings.
Anything that leads lycra.
For the ignorant (for hazardous and tiring).
People with no sense of humor.
At the humorists.
A clowns (uuuuuuuuhh). The SGAE
.
A nationalist extremists.
Extremists of any sign. Being human
when ceasing to be proposed.
For the champions of the animals.
The Family Forum.
A Modesto Lomba.
A Pedro Ruiz.
The professor Neira (perhaps the teacher will come a little large ...)
To the unknown to those who can not stop looking.
At buenrollistas.
To those who want it all and never have enough.
Those who have only one idea in his head that leaves them no room for more.
A blank page.



But mostly, I have to be afraid because fear paralyzes, because it absorbs the best of you you dry. Because it forces you running front pushing for nothing. Why do you hate when you do not know. Because it keeps alive.
The century just begun. I do not see a new but perhaps still not too late to relegate to fear instead, to not let it lead us, for you to regain that ... how was it? Ah, yes. Defender la Alegría.

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