Miriam Cruz designa fundación con el nombre de su hijo fallecido
Miriam Cruz designa fundación con el nombre de su hijo fallecido
En el marco de un emotivo acto que contó con la presencia de niños deportistas, de una representación de figuras destacadas del béisbol profesional, familiares y amigos, la periodista Miriam Cruz hizo el cambio de nombre y razón social de su fundación Laborarte, que en lo adelante se llamará Fundación Imanol Mercado Cruz.
Visiblemente afectada por la tragedia que le arrebató a su hijo Imanol,…
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São João do Maranhão terá vasta programação na Grande Ilha
A Secretaria de Estado da Cultura divulgou a programação completa dos arraiais oficiais da capital. São 60 dias de festa e mais de 500 atrações entre grupos de bumba meu boi, grupos de dança junina, shows musicais, espetáculos teatrais, espalhados em espaços juninos nos quatro cantos da cidade.
Estão com programação, desde o início do mês de junho, os arraiais da praça Nauro Machado, Ipem e Vila Palmeira. No dia 16 (quinta-feira), começam as programações dos arraiais Parque da Juçara, Viva Cidade Operária, Viva Liberdade, Cohatrac, Vila Embratel e Viva Maiobão.
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No Parque da Juçara (na zona rural), a programação começa às 18h, com: Tambor de Crioula Dominador da Ilha, Dança Portuguesa Nilon do Amanhecer, Ritmos Maranhenses no São João do Piaçaba 2022, show de Roberto Ricci, Cacuriá do Jhon e Boi de Maracanã (matraca).
Na Cidade Operária, a programação começa às 19h, com: Tambor de Crioula do Laborarte Rosário de São Benedito, Quadrilha Princesa do Sertão, Boi Tremor da Campina (matraca), show de Suh Santos e banda, Boi da Lua (orquestra).
A programação da Liberdade começa às 19h, com: Forró não Gela, Quadrilha Junina Mexe-Mexe, show Boscotô Junino, Boi Brilho da Lua (orquestra), Boi Pirilampo (alternativo).
No Maiobão, a abertura é com o Cacuriá da Fé em Deus, às 19h. Em seguida, tem Boi Jaguarema (matraca), show Marcia Ilha e banda, Boizinho Estrelinha da Cohab (orquestra) e Boi do Maiobão (matraca).
O Cohatrac começa a programação com Boi da Maioba, às 19h. Em seguida, tem: Tambor de Crioula Um Degrau de Santa Luzia, Boi Brilho de Santo Antônio, show de Andson Mendonça.
No arraial da Vila Embratel, a programação começa às 20h com o Forró do Meu Jeito. Em seguida, tem: Dança Portuguesa Talentos e Encantos de Portugal, Pela Porco do Riacho Seco e encerrando com o show Boscotô Junino
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Miriam Cruz designa fundación con el nombre de su hijo fallecido
Miriam Cruz designa fundación con el nombre de su hijo fallecido
En el marco de un emotivo acto que contó con la presencia de niños deportistas, de una representación de figuras destacadas del béisbol profesional, familiares y amigos, la periodista Miriam Cruz hizo el cambio de nombre y razón social de su fundación Laborarte, que en lo adelante se llamará Fundación Imanol Mercado Cruz.
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I just remembered this short story I wrote that won an award in 2016. I still think it’s pretty solid, actually.
“No, I asked him already and he said he couldn’t do it. I know it’s his job. You don’t—excuse me—you don’t have to tell me. Excuse me, sir? I know already. Can I get a mocha frappucino? I think we should just start working with someone else. He’s obviously a liability. Hello? Sir? No, not you, the barista,”
The barista line is made up of two separate workstations; one where the orders are taken, and one where they’re made. The barista at the register can’t separate the woman’s order from her phone conversation and stands dumbly at the counter, shrinking under her glare. The barista at the coffee machine, who serves as the store manager, leans over him and taps the order onto his screen. Her plastic gloves leave smears.
The woman on the phone nods to the manager. “Thank you,”
“You’re welcome,” The barista answers. She gives the kid at the register a tired look. “It’s under the mixed drinks page,”
“I know,” He says. She turns back to her station and layers the chocolate syrup under scoops of ice and milk with quick, precise movements. The woman on the phone turns her back to finish her conversation, leaving the kid at the counter as alone as he can be in the store.
He uses this opportunity to take one, illicit little break. He doesn’t leave the counter or sit down, but instead of looking for busywork, he relaxes. The cups are full. He cleaned the milk station before this last order. The display is faced out. He’ll check up on the bathroom in one second, after he takes a breath…
As he stares out into space, his eyes travel over the woman’s shoulder, past the chairs and tables and out through the glass doors at the Starbucks across the street. There's a woman on her phone at the front and two employees behind the counter. One mixes drinks. The other stares straight back at him.
He looks down nervously. When the woman has her drink, she takes a sip, licks foam off her lip, and leaves. The counter feels exposed without her there to lean on it, and the kid suddenly feels vulnerable. He leaves the counter to check on the bathroom, flushes loose tissue floating in the bowl, and sweeps up some paper on the floor, then returns to the counter. He sneaks a peek out the window and sees the other man sliding back behind the counter.
"Where were you?" The manager demands.
"I was checking up on the bathroom,"
"Never leave your station unmanned," She snaps. He doesn’t ask her how the toilet paper is supposed to get restocked without leaving his station. He’ll wait until someone makes a complaint. The time ticks into the last hour of his shift, and in between customers he makes himself as busy as he can, adjusting the displays and cleaning the front, without leaving his station unmanned. He does not look across the street to see what is happening inside, but the curiosity makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.
When he comes back behind the counter, the manager’s expression is puckered with disappointment. “The sugar dispenser is empty,”
“Should I refill it?” He asks. She gives him a short nod, so he leaves his station unmanned long enough to refill the sugar. As he passes by the window, he catches sight of the other man, in the other Starbucks, walking around the counter to reach the sugar dispenser. He can see the barista behind the counter shooting dirty looks at his back.
He counts the customers in his Starbucks, and the one across the street. There’s the same number of laptops, stacks of books on the same tables. Someone walks through the door, and across the street, a customer walks in. His manager pushes past him when the female barista brushes past the young man at the counter.
He takes the next order, grabs the broom and sweeps towards the door. He pushes open the door the same time his double does, holding his broom and dustpan in his opposite hand. He sees the manager across the street give his double a sour look and closes the door behind him.
"Where were you going?" She demands. He squeezes back behind the counter and says nothing. She continues; "You were blocking the door,"
I’m not allowed near the door? He wonders. "Sorry,"
"We don't dump trash outside,"
"I know,"
"If a health inspector saw you doing that, we could get a fine,"
"Ok,"
She raises her eyebrows at him. "’Okay’?"
"Yes. I mean, sorry,"
She sighs and rubs her forehead with the back of her wrist, a habit from scratching itches without contaminating gloves. "Can you hang back for a few minutes until Rudy gets here? She called to say she was running late,"
He glances at the clock. It is the end of his shift, and all he wants to do is get his bag and head home with the satisfaction of putting another day of work behind him. But he can’t refuse a manager’s request on his first day, so he hangs back, and ten minutes later, a girl skips into Starbucks. Across the street, a girl skips into the Starbucks.
"You're late!" The manager teases.
"No, I'm not!" She chirps, shucking off her coat. When the barista sneaks a look out the door, he sees his double watching him watch him.
"Scuse me," Rudy says as she squeezes in. The girl across the street slides between the kid at the register. He steps aside to give her space, then back to get his coat. He buttons up slowly, thinking. He forgets what he’s doing and curls his fingers into the top of his backpack.
"What took you so long?" The manager asks over her next coffee order. He looks across the street, where his double stands, holding his backpack by the straps.
"…nothing," He says. "You ever been to that Starbucks across the street?
She looks confused. “No, why?”
“No reason,” He says, shooting another glance at the door.
Each young man exits their respective Starbucks and pauses at the door. Each one asks himself if he should confront his copy. Each one is frightened of the answer they’ll receive. They each decide that they never need to see each other if they turn away, so they face opposite directions and walk home.
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