#caif

[delanube]

Ciclo de Funciones 2023

Teatro de títeres DeLaNube presenta las funciones este 2023 Este 2021 te presentamos “Reciclo historia de una semilla de Naranja”  una obra maravillosa, llena de encanto y sorpresas, partiendo inspirada en las cosmovisiones de los pueblos originarios de américa, desarrollada en diferentes ecosistemas, y propiciando un entorno lúdico educativo,, hacen posible encontrarnos en un rico…

[koffeinum]

Small white chocolate latte with cinnamon (3€)

Rating: 3/5

Sweet and tasty, however more than half the cup is whipped cream. But then again, that’s a latte for you, eh?

[nnennem]

Cinnamon cookie latte from Caif Café (3,50 €)

Rating: 2/5

It’s cute, but it’s just too much. I’m not a latte person honestly, but I just wanted to try something new / different. I think that I’ve gotten so used to flat whites and cappuccinos without sugar that a sugar bomb of a latte such as this one was simply overwhelming. It’s literally just sugary milk with lots of whipped cream, some chocolate sauce and a cookie on top.

Also, the gingerbread man was hard and not tasty.

[hibernia-1]

[marcocenci28]

Café! ☕☕ #cafe #coffee #caffè #caffe #kaffee #koffie #kava #káva #kahve #kahvi #kave #kafija #caife #kafo #kahawa #kopi #cafectexto #instacoffee #ristretto #cafeina #barista #espresso #cafelovers #kofe #قهوة ＃咖啡 #Kāfēi # କଫି | #قهوه (em Araçatuba) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl25FjPODgx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stradarecords]

VA / THE PATHS OF PAIN (THE CAIFE LABEL) : HONEST JON'S (2LP) 1960～1968年にエクアドルのレーベルCAIFEに残されたマニアックな音源をコンパイルした2枚組！ ポルトガルやスペインを経由してカリブ海に伝わった音楽をベースに独自に培養されていった個性豊かな楽曲の数々はBGMにも最適！2枚組見開きジャケット仕様！（ジャケットに輸送に伴う若干の折れあり） #CAIFE#HONESTJONS#international#2LP#vinyl#record#stradarecords#dj#vinyljunkies#kobe#motomachi#strada#recordshop#recordstore#神戸レコード#元町レコード#レコード店#レコード#アナログ https://www.stradarecords.com/shop/item/28042/index.php (Strada Records) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmVDhRJhYzs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hallasimss]

Niamh Ó Dálaigh (they/them, 26), Head of the Internal Audit Department for @kashisun's Simblr Office. their resting bitch face is to scare your ass so you don't commit fraud under their watch tyvm

— half Afro-Indo-Guyanese (mother) half Irish (father) — grew up just outside of Dublin. the accent is thick — Hozier's album dropped on Friday and they've already booked an appointment with their tattoo artist to get the Gaeilge verse from De Selby (Part 1) printed on their shoulderblade — is fluent and will curse you out in Gaeilge, English, Guyanese Creole and Aili Gaili if you provoke them. do not provoke them — the next time someone mispronounces their first name as 'nee-AHM' instead of 'NEEV' despite having been corrected beforehand they're going to commit acts of unspeakable violence. lack of Anglicization is not an excuse break free from the colonizer mindset — calling them 'Ni/Nee' for short is a criminal offense and also grounds for acts of unspeakable violence — studied business and accounting in university. almost chose law but decided against it at the last minute — plays cláirseach and steel pan in their free time. watches @rainymoodlet's Kiss Me in Komorebi religiously on the weekends. have placed bets on the contestants. they won't say which ones — once sang the entirety of Humors of Whiskey + The Rattling Bog at double speed while drunk. that was also part of a bet — best friends with @browntrait's Jesminder Bheeda. has a chapter in her upcoming cookbook dedicated to them. cameos on the blog sometimes. helped name the baby but if you ask for details before they're actually born it's an automatic audit for the nerve alone — 6'4", mainly leg, still wears heels most days. doors in the building were previously adjusted for @crsentfairy's Aesir Dhillon so it's a walk in the park where height's concerned — yes they have a boyfriend, apologies to those asking. yes there is a rumor that their ex also works at the company. yes said ex does not come within a 5 floor radius otherwise HR will be hearing the complaints — why would you drink coffee when cocoa tea Irish breakfast tea and strong masala chai exist. not necessarily in that order per say but. that being said if there is none available they're taking the coffee black no sweetener. the only time you use sweetener is in caife Gaelach anywhere else you're a f*cking coward — broke a man's nose outside a pub after he catcalled them. he didn't sue bc they threatened to break his nose again after surgery if he tried. the surgery cost a pretty penny btw — you hear any noise from their office that's just them playing the Ram-Leela soundtrack on loop since it came back to Spotify after how many godforsaken years. you hear any noise in between that then those are the ads. they don't pay for Premium that's a corporate scam — leaves work on time if there are no ongoing audits. they do not subscribe to the culture of the Grind — they're the one who passed on the budget discrepancies under @vhsmage's Hamda Farrah to the higher-ups. final report came with a note to add her perfume as a separate category by itself. as far as company gossip goes there hasn't been a problem in that regard since — goes down to Guyana at least once a year to visit with extended family. usually times it around Carnival, Holi or Diwali. will take PTO for all three. do not attempt to contact them once it is turned in, that will gain you an automatic audit on their return

[biteylittlefucker]

Oh, another child. Huh.

Hi there! Whose child are you? Are they nearby? DO YOU KNOW MALWARE?

Please ignore them. They're a bit much... Unfortunately, I share a body with them.

× @learningfrenchslenderman

Confused anxious rattle-hiss noises.

...hello.

Who's... Malware?

My papa ran. He was running in circles for a little while? It was because of caff... Caif... Cafi... (caffiene) I still can't figure that word out :((

...Something in the tea! It made him hyper! Me and Papa's friend are trying to find him!!

[talksosweet]

i just started thi

what's caife agus siúcra 😋

[mywifeleftme]

THE END

Stats

I'm a bit of a goon for stats and lists, so as I close the book on this project, here are a few highlights.

Total word count: 181,231 Average review length: 497 words Longest review: 1,761 words (138: Various Artists // Experiments in Destiny) Shortest review: 131 words (303: Alice Coltrane // Journey in Satchidananda) Most reviewed decade: 1970s (110) Firstest review: Various Artists // Keep on Truckin' (1) Lastest review: Patti Smith // Horses (365) Middlest review: [TIE] Sandy Denny & the Strawbs // All Our Own Work (177) & Various Artists // The Paths of Pain: The CAIFE Label, Quito, 1960–68 (178) Age: 37 Wives left: 0

Twelve of my favourites

1: Various Artists // Keep on Truckin': How a series of TV commercials made Americans crazy for novelty truck driving songs.

32: The Who // Meaty Beaty Big & Bouncy: A free, online personality quiz.

59: Nass El Ghiwane // Nass El Ghiwane: Moroccan legends, quibbling about hype stickers, and the gift of trances.

90: Joe Coleman // Infernal Machine: Exploring a well-remunerated "Outsider artist" and his fixation on serial killers (feat. the craziest picture disc I've ever seen).

92: Aquariana // Aquariana: Your introduction to Father Yod and the Source Family cult, plus some weirdo piano ballads.

179: Elvis Presley // The Sun Collection: I asked 17 of my friends (and my grandma) for their opinions on Elvis.

199: Zero Kama // Zero Kama: In 1983, Austrian Psychic TV-devotee Zoe DeWitt snuck into a charnel house and scavenged a pile of human bones, which she then fashioned into musical instruments. This is the music that resulted.

209: Rob Hertner // Bucky's Heartaches: I research a private press country record by a Texan expat in London, and unearth his life as a crackpot political figure in Britain and connections to a terrorist militia group.

227: Jim Sullivan // U.F.O.: A guide to six lesser-known private press folkies, prepared with the assistance of antiquarian D. John Christie.

256: Maria Tănase // I: Romania's answer to Edith Piaf, and a figure much in need of rediscovery.

270: Purple Mountains // Purple Mountains: On David Berman's last work, and writing through pain.

319: Gilbert Bécaud // Incroyablement: A lovestruck fool, but no dummy. Some thoughts on an irrepressible chansonnier.

These are so stupid

Blogs tagged "this is so stupid"

[elipapayo]

Gaelic is such an interesting language, both in spelling an pronouncement.

Ag cur sneachta = Snowing. How to pronounce this? Aug er shnota. OR Aug er snota.

But then there's some words like Anocht. It's night. Or Tae, Tea. BUT THEN THESE ASSHOLES HAVE TO EXIST.

THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN "speaks" is

Labhraíonn.

LIKE WHAT.

NO.

and it GETS WORSE.

Dia Duit, Faílte! Tae nó Caife? le bainne? Buíochas le Dia, níl sé fliuch! An bhfuil tirim ach grianmhar? Huh? Tá sé ag cur baístí??

Dies.

[koffeinum]

Small caramel macchiato (3,10 €) from Caif café

One word: Ew. 😛

Never again.

[shimmerbeasts]

@ferinehuntress liked for a Halloween-esque festival in Zaun starter.

"Caif! Can uuu helf me wif this?"

Vi's shout reached through the Kiramman mansion, despite the fact that her pronunciation sounded more than a little awkward. The reason for that would become more than apparent once Caitlyn Kiramman would trace her girlfriend's voice to its source.

Said source happened to be the bathroom. Vi had climbed on a stool and was peering at her own reflection. More specifically speaking, she was inspecting her teeth. Mouth wide open to really present the sharp and jagged feline fangs and two or three molars at the back of her otherwise human-looking mouth, Vi had plopped a finger into her cheek and was using said finger to thug her cheek outward a bit to get an easier access to her set of teeth.

In her other hand, Vi was holding a small bottle of what may have been mistaken as nail polish. However, the lack of any label indicated that this nail polish could not have been purchased from Piltover and most likely was not even nail polish at all. Instead, the contraband in Vi's hand consisted of a fluorescent jello in a bright beautiful pink colour. Next to Vi on the sink stood more of those not-nail-polish bottles. Each one was its own colour.

"I cannot reach mah back teef. Can uuu helf?"

The bizarre request became more apparent as Vi turned towards Caitlyn. Her fangs had been painted a blood red, while she used daps of pale purple on her incisors. Presenting Caitlyn with the pseudo nail polish bottle, Vi with no hesitation whatsoever opened her jaws again as wide as possible and used her finger to pull her cheek away. She indicated towards her molars.

"I wanna gef them pink", Vi babbled her explanation, "Buf I keep spilling paint on my tongue. Can uuu painf my teef, Cuffcake? Pwetty pees."

[vocaloid-as-gaeilge]

Paradichlorobenzene

Ceol & Liricí: Owata-P

Bunteideal: パラジクロロベンゼン

Amhráinithe: Kagamine Len & Kagamine Rin

Aistriúchán Béarla: Project Diva F2nd

Ar cén mhaithe a canaim?

Paradichlorobenzene

Canaim gan fiú bhrí nó tuiscint

Paradichlorobenzene

Ag mian freagraí sin, d’éalaigh mé

Paradichlorobenzene

Ach nuair a tháinig mé air faoi dheireadh, ní raibh aon fhios agam

Seo linn, canaimis! Damhsaímis!

Paradichlorobenzene

Seo linn, béicimis! Glaoimis!

Paradichlorobenzene

Madraí, cait, ba, muca, gach duine

Paradichlorobenzene

Seo linn, téimis ar mire, codlaímis, go dtí a lobhaimid, seo linn!

Is fuath liom rialacha, ní mhaith liom a bheith ceangailte

Mar sin d’éalaigh mé, ag déan dearmad ar na hiarmhairtí

Is fuath liom a bheith ordaithe, ba mhaith liom a bheith beagáinín dána

D’imigh mé mo bhaile déanach istoíche, ag rith trí an bhaile na hoíche

Cén fáth a mhairim? D’fhiafraigh mé ar cat fáin

Gan freagair a thabhairt, d’fhéach an cat orm le shúile dímheasúla

Ag slogadh caife nach raibh mé fiú in ann a hól, d’fhéach mé suas ar an spéir scamallach

Cad is féidir liom a dhéanamh anois? Níl a fhios agam fiú sin

Mar sin, canaim amach

Paradichlorobenzene

Gan bhrí nó tuiscint sin, béicim

Paradichlorobenzene

An bhfuil tú sásta le seo?

Paradichlorobenzene

Ag bris dlíthe agus rialacha, cad a d’athraigh tú?

Sea, is cuma cé leis, ba mhaith liom mo rúin a scaoil

Paradichlorobenzene

Ag troid an t-olc le cóir bagartha

Paradichlorobenzene

Ag laghdaigh strus taobh thiar sciath den cóir

Paradichlorobenzene

Stadann gach rud inár dtimpeall agus níor thugamar faoi deara, a leithéid de bheart amaideach

An bhfuil bhrí ag an amhrán seo? Níl aon bhrí ag na liricí seo

An bhfuil peaca ag an amhrán seo? Níl aon peaca ag na liricí seo

An bhfuil brí ag beinséin?

Níl aon brí ag beinséin

An bhfuil peaca ag beinséin?

Tá an brí leis an amhrán seo…

Beinséin

Ansin, thug mé faoi deara, sa deireadh níl gach rud ach bréagchráifeacht

Cad é an luach do mo shaol? Bádh an cat fáin in uisce

Chaith mé an caife folamh uaim agus d’fhéach mé ar an spéir clúdaithe le dorchadas

Cad a bhfuil mé a dhéanamh anois? Níl a fhios agam fiú sin

Níl a fhios agam aon rud a thuilleadh

Ansin, tú ag gáire fúm

Paradichlorobenzene

Ansin, brúim tú uaim

Paradichlorobenzene

Tá mé ceart, tá tú mícheart

Paradichlorobenzene

Timpeallaithe le neamhní, ag imigh go dtí mé imithe ar fad

Seo linn, canaimis! Damhsaímis!

Paradichlorobenzene

Seo linn, gáirimis! Bímis éadmhar!

Paradichlorobenzene

Mise, tusa, aon rud, gach rud

Paradichlorobenzene

Seo linn, téimis ar mire, codlaímis, go dtí a lobhaimid

[marcocenci28]

Café! ☕☕ #cafe #coffee #caffè #caffe #kaffee #koffie #kava #káva #kahve #kahvi #kave #kafija #caife #kafo #kahawa #kopi #cafectexto #instacoffee #ristretto #cafeina #barista #espresso #cafelovers #kofe #قهوة ＃咖啡 #Kāfēi # କଫି | #قهوه (em Cheirin Bão) https://www.instagram.com/p/CopV7CbOzny/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[apaelfwine]

Mar a Fuair Cú Chulainn Síob go Cuaille

Tráthnóna álainn fómhair bhí mé i mo shuí i dTeach Abeba, an siopa caife is ansa liom in Eamhain Mhacha, agus mé ar mo sháimhín só, nuair a tháinig Cú Chulainn isteach. D’aithin mé ar an toirt go raibh mo dhuine réidh le gar a iarraidh orm. Bhrú mé mo shrón ar ais san iris seandálaíochta a bhí á léamh agam, agus ghuigh mé Rí na Glóire agus Muire na nGrást go raibh dul amú orm. D’fhéadadh nach bhfuil sé anseo ach chun cailín a bhréagadh, an barista álainn úr as Corcaigh, abair.

Tá seanaithne agam air, an dtuigeann tú? Casadh dúinn lena chéile ar an mheánscoil nuair a chonaic mé dalta céad bhliana agus stócach mór láidir sa cheathrú bhliain—mar a bhí mise ag an am—ag tabhairt aghaidh ar a chéile. Rinne mé iarracht teacht eatarthu leis an leaid beag a shábháil... ach mar a tharla ba é mo pháirtí ranga a fuair an greadadh.

D’fhoghlaim mé níos déanaí go raibh Séadanda Mac Neasa ag staidéar ealaín chomhraic faoi stiúir an traenálaí cháiliúil Culann Mac Gabhainn ó bhí sé sé nó seacht mbliana d’aois. Sin mar a fuair sé an leasainm a thugann achan duine—lasmuigh dá athair, Sualdamh Mac Róich, agus dá mháthair, Deichtine Nic Neasa—air, fiú a uncail, Conchúr Mac Neasa, Ardthiarna Uladh.

An gcuirfeá locht air? Ainm ar nós Séadanda... bhuel, d’fhéadadh go ndéarfá nach bhfuil ceart cainte agam féin agus Lao Mac Rianghabhra orm.

Aidhe, caithfidh mé a admháil go bhfuil gaol i bhfad amach idir mise agus Cú s’againne. De shliocht laochra na Craoibhe Rua muidne, de shliocht na tiarnaí agus na ridirí a chuir ruaig ar na Normannaigh agus—ar mhaithe an bhráithreachas Cheiltigh, mar a scríobhadh i seanleabhair scoile, nó ar ghrá na creiche, mar a maíonn staraí an lae inniu—a sheol trasna Mhuir Éireann le troid in éadan na Sacsanach nuair a chuir ríochtaí Gwynedd agus Rheged Athghabháil na Breataine i gcrích. De shliocht na saighdiúirí uaisle a d’iompair Gall Gréine na hÉireann ar fud an domhain agus a chloígh Forghabhálaí na Baváire sa Chogadh Eoráiseach, mar a chuireann Daideo i gcuimhne domh gach uair a bhfaigheann sé deis.

Ainmneacha seanfhaiseanta... laethanta saoire scoile á gcaitheamh againn i dtithe móra seanchaite i gcuideachta seanóirí a raibh níos mó eolas acu ar mhionsonraí stair mhíleata na Meánaoise ná ar rud ar bith a tharla sa chéad seo... seanscéal uaisle na hÉireann agus meirg air, tá a fhios agat.

Chuala mé gliogaireacht na slabhraí amaideacha ar an tseaicéad leathair a bhíodh á chaitheamh aige le déanaí, amhail is dá mbeadh Macdara Mallaithe nó punc-cheoltóir eile ó na seachtóidí ann, agus thuig mé go raibh sé ag teacht i mo threo. Ba mhór an trua nach raibh clóca draíochta agam mar a bhí ag an leaid—Harri y Crochenydd, nó ainm mar sin—sna leabhair fantaisíochta ón Bhreatain a bhíodh mo dheirfiúr is óige gafa leo, chun go bhféadfainn dul i bhfolach.

Shuigh sé síos ag an bhord in aice liom, gan chuireadh gan iarraidh. “Tráthnóna maith duit, a Lao, a bhráthair. Caide mar atá tú?”

D’amharc mé go géar air, ach sula dtiocfadh liom focal a rá tháinig iníon an úinéara chugainn, tráidire ina lámha. Leag sí pota úr caife ar an bhord dharach smolchaite, agus cupán glan do Chú Chulainn. “Go raibh maith agat, a Mhakeda” ar seisean, agus rinne sí meangadh gáire leis, a haghaidh álainn chrón lasta le phléisiúr mar a bheadh Oisín Óg ann in áit rógaire ceart críochnaithe agus gruaig thrídhathach air.

“Mura miste leat, d’ordaigh mé pota dúinn beirt.” Líon sé mo chupán le caife sula dhoirt sé a chuidse. Duine múinte go smior é, ar a bhealach féin. "Im?"

Gan smaointeamh, thóg mé an babhla a shín sé chugam agus chuir mé prionta beag ime i mo chaife. “Cad é a thug anseo thú, a Chú?”

Chrom sé ar a chupán féin—é ag cur daba mór meala ann, ar nós páiste—agus chorraigh sé é. “An gá cúis a bheith agam caint le seanchomrádaí dílis?” D’ardaigh mé mo mhala, agus lig sé osna as. “Bhuel, mar a tharlaíonn... Aon seans go dtiocfadh leat síob a thabhairt domh ag deireadh na seachtaine, le do thoil?”

“Dáiríre? Do charr á dheisiú arís, an ea? Agus an carr eile chomh maith?”

“Bhuel...”

“Cad é a rinne tú anois?”

Tháinig cuma na náire air. Is annamh an rud é sin, mise á rá leat. “Tá cosc tiomána orm. Sé mhí, an gcreidfeá?”

D’amharc mé suas chun na bhflaitheas. “Agus é tuillte ort gan amhras, a mhic-ó.”

“Débhealach a bhí ann, in ainm Dé! Bhí mé sách cinnte nach raibh an teorainn luais chomh íseal sin. Níl sé féaráilte in aon chór.”

“Agus an t-am roimhe sin?”

“Tá a fhios agat féin céard a dúirt an cladhaire Connachtach úd Feilimí Mac Eochaidh. ‘Gliogar gránna de sheancharr spíonta,’ a thug sé ar Liath Mhacha s’agamsa! Ar onóir Uladh amháin a chuaigh mé ag rásaíocht leis! Cad chuige faoin spéir nár thuig an breitheamh go raibh mé ag cosaint chlú ár gcúige? Mar is dualgas liom ó bhroinn!”

Chroith mé mo chloigeann. “In ainm Chroim, a Chú, tá Ríocht na hÉireann ina monarcacht bhunreachtúil le trí céad bliana anuas.”

Rinne sé comhartha gáirsiúil. “Fuair mé pas le gradam in Oideachas Saoránach, creid nó ná creid.”

Chreid mé, déantar na fírinne. Tá intleacht mhaith ag Cú s’againne, cé gur annamh a mbíonn sí á húsáid aige le rud ar bith a dhéanamh seachas cliúsaíocht le iarrthóirí PhD. “Mar sin, caithfidh go bhfuil tuiscint agat nach bhfuil ceart éirice nó cód na laochra nó a leithéid de raiméis ann níos mó. Níl cead raide agat, d’ainneoin gur nia Thiarna Uladh thú. Nó aigesean, d’ainneoin gur mac Bhantiarna Chonnachta é féin.”

“Ar son Uladh...” ar seisean faoina anall.

Rinne mé mo dhícheall cur i gcéill nár chuala mé é. “Agus roimhe sin?”

“Níor thiomáin mé ach tríocha ciliméadair thar an teorainn... agus nach álainn í an garda a tharraing i leataobh mé? Theip orm áitiú uirthi an ticéad a scriosadh, ach mar sin féin bhí sí breá sásta dul amach liom an Satharn ina dhiaidh sin. Fuair mé luach an ticéid agus tuilleadh ar an oíche úd, creid uaimse é, a chailleach.”

Sin é Cú Chulainn agat. Fear mór na mban é, d’ainneoin an chlúimh nár fhás fós air. De réir na cosúlachtaí, tá dúil ag cailíní an lae inniu i stócaigh dathúla ar nós na mboc sna mbannaí buachaillí.

Bhuel, níl mé ag gearán. Tá neart ban ann go fóill nach bhfuil dall ar an fhéasóg fhearúil s’agamsa, geallaim duit.

Lig mé osna uaim. “Maith go leor, a Chú. Más rud é nach bhfuil cead tiomána agat, cad chuige faoin spéir go bhfuil tú ag iarraidh síbe uaimse? Cé mhéad tiománaithe gairmiúla a bhfuil fostaithe ag Clann Mhic Neasa, nó ag do dhaid go pearsanta?”

Chuir sé strainc air féin. “Cuireann siad uilig Séadanda orm! Bhraithfinn mar a bheinn faoi chúram fheighil leanaí. Nach fearr comrádaí dílis a dtuigeann go bhfuil fear feasta ionam?”

“Más rud é go bhfuil, a mhic-ó.”

“Ó, cinnte, seanduine liath atá ionat, a Lao.”

Deamhan a fhios agam cad chuige ar ghéill mé dó, ach ghéill sa deireadh, go bhfóire Dia orm. Agus sin mar a tharla mé a bheith ag stiúradh Mercedes maorga a thug mo dhuine Dubh Sanglainn air—ní ligfeadh an náire don Chú taisteal sa Citroën beag praiticiúil agamsa, agus ní ligfeadh an ciall domhsa tiomáint charr spóirt a bhíodh súil géar á choimhéad ag na gardaí air, amhail Liath Mhacha s’aigesean—chuig Ionad Comhdhála Cuaille agus Comórtas Tháin an Dá Tharbh, an tionól ealaín chomhraic is mó in Éirinn.

Thug mé fá deara le déanaí go raibh corpas fanfic ann don Táin, ach é uilig i mBéarla. Mar sin, ba léir go raibh dualgas orm an bhearna a líonadh. Ní bhfuair mé trácht ar bith ar AO3 go fóill agus an scéal seo ar an tsuíomh le mí anuas, agus mar sin rith sé liom gur chóir domh triail a bhaint as é a phostáil anseo.