#victoria's cantina

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El Hotel De Los Secretos Ep. 7 Reaction

@seismologically-silly

I was wrong about Belén not reacting, she wasn’t reacting because she wasn’t there! I appear to have maybe misjudged her again, I just don’t know. I believe she cares about him but that’s about all I believe. Something about her is making me distrustful.

Ángela confronts Teresa about of all the servants that could’ve been framed, why her son? Teresa tries to pass blame and responsibility onto her and Andrés. Andrés is just a servant who just so happens to be Ángela’s son, it’s her responsibility as his mother to take care of it, not hers.

Ángela is NOT having it and reveals that she knows Sofia ISN’T Teresa’s daughter and that the circumstances would cause scandal if she revealed them. Ángela tells Teresa to choose which of her children to protect, Felipe or Sofia.

Alfredo’s mother is here and she is EXTRA (I love her). They are nervously continuing the rouse that Sofia is still four months pregnant. Ángela is making sure the staff knows that Mrs. Vergara is a high priority visitor.

Belén is annoyed at how stone cold Ángela seems despite the Andrés situation, and generally jabs at her dictatorial leadership style. As an IMMEDIATE counterpoint to all that smack talking. Ángela b-lines it to her office, closes the door and curtains, and cries. Poor thing, motherhood appears to be a running theme this episode.

Oooooo Alfredo just told his mom that Sofia almost lost the baby because of the accident and that’s why she must be acting so cagily. Luisa (Alfredo’s mom) appears to be conspiring with the woman in pink that she came with about Something.

Julio tries to persuade Natalia to tell the truth about what really happened with the knife, but Natalia is scared of Ángela. She and Julio share an intense look while Natalia skitters away.

Julio confronts Ángela, he wants to act but she wants to wait. Julio is very angry and pisses Ángela off by calling how much she cares about her son and what’s going on into question. Ángela warns that the Alacróns are VERY powerful people. If they ever wanna see Andrés again they have to work smart, not hard. Julio reluctantly agrees.

Ooh new plot development, Jacinto (the gardener boy) has taken an interest in Violeta (that poor abused pregnant girl from the cantina). Wonder how that’ll pan out 👀. He’s clearly upset by watching her mother abuse her, and even more unsettled by the shopkeepers gossiping about her and her parents.

Sofia is continuing to flip out, terrified Luisa or Alfredo will find out she’s not pregnant anymore and Teresa demands she suffers in silence. Something else is wrong, she’s still in physical pain, even after the accident, she’s keeping it herself for now.

Now she’s trying to get Alfredo to stay and sleep with her (I’m sure part of it is cuz she loves him but maybe she’s looking to get pregnant again so the baby just seems late?) they are interrupted by another mysterious spike of pain. I bet that doctor is gonna have to get involved again 👀

OH SHIT Luisa is having a little talk with the doctor that tended to Sofia after the accident. However, he’s gets uncomfortable and cagey around the questions he’s being asked (because he’s afraid of Teresa). He leaves and she and the lady in pink continue to conspire.

Victoria (pink lady) is schmoozing Pasquale now okokok. She got Pascual (I've been spelling his name wrong OOPS) to leave and us now checking the desk book for something. OOOH I wonder if Luisa and Victoria are looking into the shadiness with Cristina and the mysterious demise of Sir Alacrón? That would spice things up fr fr.

Isabel confronts her brother about Andrés, she tries to convince him to do pretty much anything else and tries to field whether he regrets doing what he did. He clearly doesn’t and gets all classist and awful. She tells him he’s a horrible person (she’s right) and leaves him in the bath with his clothes on and his stupid wine.

Diego is worried Isabel is getting too close to the truth. Teresa blames Diego for this, listing all the evidence that’s been found as his fault and responsibility and calls him out for taking money from the hotel (I think?) and dismisses him. Fractures are beginning to form between our two main antagonists ohhhhhh BOY.

Julio is absolutely inconsolably polishing silverware because he’s missing his emotional-support-Andrés. Isabel finds him and tells him what she knows from talking to Felipe. Julio still very much wants to do something, he’s angry at Diego, at Felipe, at everyone. She reminds him if he acts now they may never find out what happened to Cristina. It doesn’t stop him.

OOH VICTORIA TOOK A PAGE FROM PASQUALE’S RECORD BOOK! Oh! And Luisa has apparently invited the doctor to her hotel room where they can speak privately. I guess Teresa didn’t scare him quite that badly after all then.

Shit nevermind he got caught by her almost immediately. She threatens him more and gets the record book page back (Victoria probably gave it to him). More polite threats and and demands, she expels him out of the hotel. Luisa is now even more suspicious of the situation than ever before.

!!! Bowler hat guy is frantically searching Andrés and Julio’s room for something. Julio enters, staring forlorn at Andrés’s bed (I’m so normal about this you guys I’m sooooooooo normal) meanwhile cliffhanger is pretty sharp 🔪 wouldn’t you say?

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Saturday (8.24.2024)

SATURDAY (8.24.2024) Your daily guide to New York queer nightlife. UPTOWN / BRONX SUITE: Karaoke feat. Victoria Chase (9pm) TOOLBOX: DJ Dave & Mady Lopez (9pm) LAMBDA LOUNGE: DJ dance party (10pm) SKINNY CANTINA: “Trappy Hour: Ding-A-Ling” (10pm) HELL’S KITCHEN / MIDTOWN / TIMES SQUARE LA PULPERIA HK: Brunch feat. Misty Mountains (noon & 2pm) RISE: Brunch feat. Izzy Uncut & Skye Walker…

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Week 9 Film.

The movie I picked for this week is Scarface Because it’s a good movie that I have not watched but just really enjoy how this movie was and is a classic movie to watch. I just love how this movie is and just want to keep watching it just because it's a classic movie that people like and enjoy so much. They are so good when you are just relaxing in your house and watching the best movie in the world. You can watch this movie on Amazon Prime for 3.99 but it's very worth purchasing because it has lots of violence but It's just so amazing how they made this movie such a success. This movie is so good and I just love the movie and just want to keep watching the movie and just love how this movie is so good.

Here you can find the information about this movie and it makes me want to keep watching this movie so I can get a better view of what the author is trying to illurstate so we get a good vibe of this film and it is one of the best movies made. Well in the year of 1983 something historical happened which was when the USA and Russia arrived in Europe and made tensions high for the cold war. Another historical event that happened was the tropical storm called El Nino stormed the USA in 1983 and took place in  California and was the biggest storm that happened during this time and that is a disater. In the year 1983 another historical event happened that  ASH Wensday took place in South Ausrtila and Victoria because at that time they killed around 75 people and in Lebanon thier were 63 people killed and what caused this was a plane crash that happend at this time. 1985. There was a deadliest plane crash, which was called Japan airlines and basically a total of 250 passengers died at that time. It was August 12, 1985 when they discovered that the plane crashed heading to Ghana. Furnished person that died in 1983 was Harry James. The reason for his death was because of a kidney failure that led to his death. Well, some big news for American history was that Disney Channel debuted in 1983. Another historical event was that the US bombed Beriut and killed 63 people at the time. You're 1983 all the Mario games debuted in the US and became famous during that time of year. Famous Person who was born in 1983 was Andrew Garfield and is a very important celebrity till this day in the US. She is a British actor but spent most of our time in LA.

The movie I picked was Beverly Hills cop which took place in 1984, which I have never watched but since I watched it this week I could say this movie is pretty interesting and just love how it has so much action. Actor that plays in this movie is Eddie Murphy. I really love Eddie Murphy's movies. They are just so funny and I just really enjoy watching movies about him. My favorite is Norbit because that movie is just so funny and he plays the role of Norbit and he has his wife named Raspuia. I just enjoy the movie so much and Eddie Murphy is just one of my favorite actors of all time. If you tell me to pick Norbit or Beverly Hills cops I will tell you Norbit because I will say it's more like more of a connection than I have with that movie. I watched that when I was 12 years old so I just love that movie. Seen that I like about Norbit is when he meets his wife's brothers and they want to start like a Cantina but then they want Norbit to sign for them so she could get money with his name and just have a property of theirs, but then Norbit childhood friend comes in and just starts hanging out with Norbit and his wife just gets jealous and think is cheating on her but it's her childhood friend. The year 1984 the US Olympic team made the Olympics and just makes the best out of their time at the Olympics One up to 84 old metals, which is very cool during that time of year. For the ratings of this movie, Being a 7.4Out of 10 that is not pretty bad but just from seeing the ratings it told me the movie could be good or it could be bad but since I watched it already for this, it tells me that the movie could be better but I mean the 1984 so people could have high expectations due to this historical film that was made in the 1984. But many people could've just not liked the movie in general because I don't really know people now are very strict and have high expectations into putting money into a film that could be given to them. Good results but at the same time it could not but it just just depends on the Author and He is trying to illustrate so this movie could be success and so people know what the movie is about but watching the trailer it gives me good vibes has lots of action cop interaction and just really love this movie so much. This movie is a success for 1984 with Eddie Murphy being the lead actor. It just tells you this movie is going to be good. He is one of my favorite actors of all time. The movie Beverly Hills cops you can watch it on Netflix with your subscription. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086960/

Beverly Hills Cop, Trailer

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Melbourne’s Culinary Delights: A Foodie’s Guide

Victoria's coastal capital, Melbourne, is a city proud of its culinary scene. Every taste can be satisfied in the city, which provides a wide variety of possibilities from vegetarian delicacies to exclusive dining experiences. We'll look at some of the greatest eating establishments in Melbourne in this blog, with a focus on vegetarian and Mexican food options in North Melbourne.

Let us introduce you to El Sabor, a gem in North Melbourne’s culinary scene:

El Sabor is a Mexican restaurant located in North Melbourne. El Sabor is an eating establishment that serves authentic Mexican cuisine prepared by top chefs. El Sabor's Mexican food has evolved over many decades, incorporating a variety of ingredients, tastes, and cooking methods. The cuisine has diverse influences from the early Mayan Indians to the Spanish, French, West Africans, and Portuguese Cuisines.

Best Private Dining Restaurants in Melbourne

Melbourne’s dining scene is diverse and vibrant, offering a range of experiences to suit every occasion. Private dining establishments are an excellent option for people looking for a more personal and exclusive eating experience. Here are a few excellent choices:

Cumulus Inc.: Located at 45 Flinders Ln, this restaurant offers an upmarket menu in a bustling, high-ceilinged cafe/bar with an open kitchen. It’s perfect for those looking for amazing food paired with a great glass of wine.

Supernormal: This Asian-inspired restaurant at 180 Flinders Lane offers a contemporary Japanese aesthetic. The refectory-style dining room is perfect for solo diners or pairs, and there’s a secret space downstairs for events, parties, and karaoke.

Top 10 Mexican Restaurants in North Melbourne

North Melbourne boasts a vibrant Mexican food scene. Here are top 10 Mexican restaurants in the area:

El Sabor: El Sabor, meaning ‘The Taste’, is a proud representative of authentic Mexican cuisine in North Melbourne.

Taco Bill - Russell St.: Taco Bill, an award-winning restaurant, is synonymous with Mexican food and has been a part of the competitive hospitality industry for over 50 years.

La Tortilleria: La Tortilleria is a traditional Mexican Street Eatery and Tortilla Bakery, open for lunch and dinner. They make their own corn tortillas from scratch using Australian grown corn and supply all the top Mexican restaurants Australia wide.

Los Hermanos Mexican Taqueria: Los Hermanos is a modern-day taqueria of tacos and tequila.

Benzina Cantina: Benzina Cantina is a fun and funky Mexican bar and restaurant built entirely from shipping containers.

Chicano Taqueria: Chicano Taqueria offers authentic Mexican flavors and fabulous food.

Basco: Basco’s unique tacos and share plates are well-travelled as they create dishes that draw influence and flavours from all around Asia.

Burrito Bae Ascot Vale: Burrito Bae Ascot Vale is known for its delicious Mexican cuisine.

Rosa Mexicano Watergardens: Rosa Mexicano Watergardens is a popular spot for Mexican food lovers.

Mister Alejandro Epping: Mister Alejandro Epping is a must-try place for Mexican food.

Best Restaurants in North Melbourne

There are many different kinds of eateries in North Melbourne. Here are a few excellent choices:

Yeonga Korean Bbq Restaurant: Located at 1 Cobden Street, Yeonga provides high-quality contemporary Korean cuisine in a unique interior inspired by traditional Korean building and decorative concepts.

El Sabor: As mentioned earlier, El Sabor is a top pick for Mexican cuisine in North Melbourne.

Veg Restaurants in Melbourne

For those who prefer plant-based meals, Melbourne offers a variety of vegetarian restaurants:

Gopal’s Vegetarian: Located at 139 Swanston Street, Gopal’s Pure Vegetarian provides an atmosphere of peace and balance. They serve a wide variety of vegetarian and vegan cuisine.

Vegie Bar: Located at 380 Brunswick Street, Fitzroy, Vegie Bar offers a vibrant, wholesome, and abundant selection of vegan and vegetarian food.

In Conclusion

This blog post has taken you on a culinary journey through Melbourne, highlighting the city’s diverse dining experiences. From the intimate settings of private dining restaurants to the vibrant flavors of Mexican cuisine in North Melbourne, there’s something for every palate. The post also introduced you to El Sabor, a standout Mexican restaurant in North Melbourne, and explored the city’s vegetarian offerings. Happy dining!

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Restaurants that close at 11pm or later in CPT

(for a second job)

- Mama Africa :  178 Long St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8001 - Burger & Lobster :  105 Bree St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8001 - Ethiopian Taitou : 77 Long St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - Van Hunks :  1 Upper Union St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 - Tiger’s Milk :  44 Long St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - Mount Nelson Restaurant & Bar :  76 Orange St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 - Mesopotamia Kurdish : 36 Burg St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8001 - Rick’s Café : 103 kloof street Crn, Weltevreden St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 - Marco’s African Place : 15 Rose St, Schotsche Kloof, Cape Town, 8001 - Gigi Rooftop : 118 St Georges Mall, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - The Public House : 108 Kloof St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 ** - Café Mojito : 265 Long St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - Base of African Resta : 98 Long St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - The Station on Bree : 207 Bree St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8001 - La Menara : 48 Harrington St, District Six, Cape Town, 7925 - Canal Café : Dockrail Rd, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - Café Paradiso : 110 Kloof St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 - VIXI Social House : 49 Bree Street, Strand St, CBD, Cape Town, 8000 - Nom Nom : 166 Long St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8001 - The Cousins Trattoria : 3b Barrack St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 * - GOLD restaurant : 15 Bennett St, Green Point, Cape Town, 8005 - Yindee’s : 22 Kamp St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 * - Arnolds Restaurant : 60 Kloof St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 - Vivaldi : 24 Alfred St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - Saray : Shop G01 Clocktower Building, S Arm Rd, Victoria & Alfred Waterfront, Cape Town, 8001 - Eighty Ate Squared :  Hans Strijdom Ave, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - Oui Bar & Kitchen :  Silo 6 Silo District, S Arm Rd, Cape Town, 8001 - Yizani Restaurant :  Southern Sun Waterfront, 1 Lower Buitengracht, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8001 - Dash Restaurant :  Moorings 5 & Portswood Ridge, 5 Portswood Rd, Cape Town, 8001 - GINJA restaurant :  On the Waterfront Pierhead, Victoria & Alfred Waterfront, Cape Town, 8001 - Kloof Street House :  30 Kloof St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8005 - Quay Four :  Quay, 4 Dock Rd, Victoria & Alfred Waterfront, Cape Town, 8001 - Stella Cafe & Bar :  1 Cullinan Street, Foreshore, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - Si Cantina Sociale : 1 Cullinan Street, Foreshore, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - Fat Cactus :  5 Park Rd, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 - The Nines :  Station House, 19 Kloof Rd, Sea Point, Cape Town, 8005 - Lily’s Restaurant :  Cnr Beach Rd & Surrey Pl Shop 1, East West, Mouille Point, Cape Town, 8001 - Grand Africa : V&A Waterfront, Grand Africa Café & Beach, Granger Bay 1 Haul Rd, Granger Bay Blvd, Cape Town, 8005 - Den Anker / La Parada / Life Grand Cafe / Anat / Mitchell’s Scottish Ale House / Tiger’s Milk / Karibu / Quarter Chicken / TANG Asian / Nobu / The Quarterdeck / - Villa Portuguese :  176 Upper Buitenkant St, Vredehoek, Cape Town, 8001 - The Dhow :  210 Loop St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - Blondie :  71 Kloof St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 - ZANNES FARE :  91 Loop St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - EatStanbul :  64 Kloof St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001 - Restaurant Boujee :  Signature Building, 4 Liddle St, De Waterkant, Cape Town, 8001 - El Burro Taqueria : 1 New Church St & Kloof Nek Rd, Tamboerskloof, Cape Town, 8001 - Movie Grill & Bar : 227 Bree St, Cape Town City Centre, Cape Town, 8000 - NY Slice Pizza : 49 Kloof St, Gardens, Cape Town, 8001

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Vaya hostia q se metió ayer con una valla el Español quique LLOPIS=cantante ARGENTINO de ROSARIO, SANTA FE q musicalizo al poeta español RAFAEL ALBERTI nacido y fallecido en EL PUERTO DE SANTA MARIA en cuyo Monasterio de la VIRGEN DE LA VICTORIA el genocida FRANCO encerró al presidente CATALAN Luis COMPANYS por proclamar su independencia ante el avance de las FUERZAS MONARQUIZANTES y luego lo EJECUTO

X cierto..en el PUERTO DE SANTA MARIA toco VIRGINIA MAESTRO en el PUB MILWAKEE e hizo una entrevista FUMANDO y se disculpo con el entrevistador x echarle el humo en la CARA..

También de PUERTO DE SANTA MARIA es el grupo ME_LOCOS y con cuyo cantante GONZALO ALCINA grabó GLORIA para el cd VERTIGO Y TRANQUILIDAD

Por cierto..en la calle SANTISIMA TRINIDAD de PUERTO DE SANTA MARIA junto a un STOP me fotografie con la pintada LA MANADA NO SON CINCO es el SISTEMA respecto al supuesto ABUSO SEXUAL de 5 SEVILLANOS a una chica q se fue con ellos a beber y a fumar porros..cosa q VIRGINIA MAESTRO no JUSTIFICO

También en el PUERTO DE SANTA MARIA se compró BUNBURY [1er grupo APOCALIPSIS]..su casa llamada HELL_VILLE DE LUXE [=CD q grabó ahí con el productor PACO LOCO] xq se echo de novia a la fotógrafa JOSE GIRL o madre de su hija ASIA..tras su 1er DIVORCIO y luego se casaron en MEXICO a la par q su video_historia apocaliptica de amor..q ilustró el cd LICENCIADO CANTINAS de versiones de música tradicional latinoamericana..entre su cd LAS CONSECUENCIAS y cd PALO_SANTO lanzado con DESPIERTA [todo ha cambiado nada es como lo hubiéramos imaginado]

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Jurassic Park 25th Anniversary Celebration at Universal Studios! - Bonus Episode

Welcome to The Jurassic Park Podcast! In this Bonus Episode, we revisit the amazing 25th Anniversary Celebration for Jurassic Park at Universal Studios! Tons of fans were able to experience incredible panels with Colin Trevorrow, Laura Dern, Jeff Goldblum and Frank Marshall among many other incredible guests. We'll bring you audio from the panels and many people in attendance. We worked side by side with Victoria's Cantina, Chris Cross Media, Sickle Claw, Jurassic Jen, Cat Dekker to bring you audio and we'll hear from other incredible listeners! Sit back, relax and ENJOY this episode of The Jurassic Park Podcast!

See What We Did Celebration Weekend!

Don't Miss Victoria Cantina's Coverage!

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This Week's Guest Contributors:

Chris Cross Media

Victoria's Cantina

Matt aka Sickle Claw

Cat Dekker

Jurassic Jen

Steven Ray Morris

Don't forget to give our voicemail line a call at 732-825-7763!

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Via Kevin Leung's Instagram Story (April 15th, 2019)

[thewightknight]

Porgs — Dancing to Cantina Band

[delaimaginacion]

En México no hay tragedia: todo se vuelve afrenta. Afrenta, esta sangre que me punza como filo de maguey. Afrenta, mi parálisis desenfrenada que todas las auroras tiñe de coágulos. Y mi eterno salto mortal hacia mañana. Juego, acción, fe —día a día, no sólo el día del premio o del castigo: veo mis poros oscuros y sé que me lo vedaron abajo, abajo, en el fondo del lecho del valle. Duende de Anáhuac que no machaca uvas —corazones; que no bebe licor, bálsamos de tierra— su vino, gelatina de osamentas; que no persigue la piel alegre: se caza a sí mismo en una licuación negra de piedras torturadas y ojos de jade opaco. De hinojos, coronado de nopales, flagelado por su propia (por nuestra) mano. Su danza (nuestro baile) suspendida de un asta de plumas, o de la defensa de un camión; muerto en la guerra florida, en la riña de cantina, a la hora de la verdad: la única hora puntual. Poeta sin conmiseración, artista del tormento, lépero cortés, ladino ingenuo, mi plegaria desarticulada se pierde, albur, relajo. Dañarme, a mí siempre más que a los otros: ¡oh derrota mía, mi derrota, que a nadie sabría comunicar, que me coloca de cara frente a los dioses que no me dispensaron su piedad, que me exigieron apurarla hasta el fin para saber de mí y de mis semejantes! ¡Oh faz de mi derrota, faz inaguantable de oro sangrante y tierra seca, faz de música rajada y colores turbios! Guerrero en el vacío, visto la coraza de la bravuconada; pero mis sienes sollozan, y no cejan en la búsqueda de lo suave: la patria, el clítoris, el azúcar de los esqueletos, el cántico frisado, mímesis de la bestia enjaulada. Vida de espaldas, por miedo a darlas; cuerpo fracturado, de trozos centrífugos, gimientes de enajenación, ciego a las invasiones. Vocación de libertad que se escapa en la red de encrucijadas sin vértebras. Y con sus restos mojamos los pinceles, y nos sentamos a la vera del camino para jugar con los colores… Al nacer, muerto, quemaste tus naves para que otros fabricaran la epopeya con tu carroña; al morir, vivo, desterraste una palabra, la que nos hubiera ligado las lenguas en las semejanzas. Te detuviste en el último sol; después, la victoria azorada inundó tu cuerpo hueco, inmóvil, de materia, de títulos, de decorados. Escucho ecos de atabales sobre el ruido de motores y sinfonolas, entre el sedimento de los reptiles alhajados. Las serpientes, los animales con historia, dormitan en tus urnas. En tus ojos, brilla la jauría de los soles del trópico alto. En tu cuerpo, un cerco de púas. ¡No te rajes, manito! Saca tus pencas, afila tus cuchillos, niégate, no hables, no compadezcas, no mires. Deja que toda tu nostalgia emigre, todos tus cabos sueltos; comienza, todos los días en el parto. Y recobra la llama en el momento del rasgueo contenido, imperceptible, en el momento del organillo callejero, cuando parecería que todas tus memorias se hicieran más claras, se ciñeran. Recóbrala solo. Tus héroes no regresarán a ayudarte. Has venido a dar conmigo, sin saberlo, a esta meseta de joyas fúnebres. Aquí vivimos, en las calles se cruzan nuestros olores, de sudor y pachuli, de ladrillo nuevo y gas subterráneo, nuestras carnes ociosas y tensas, jamás nuestras miradas. Jamás nos hemos hincado juntos, tú y yo, a recibir la misma hostia; desgarrados juntos, creados juntos, sólo morimos para nosotros, aislados. Aquí caímos. Qué le vamos a hacer. Aguantarnos, mano. A ver si algún día mis dedos tocan los tuyos. Ven, déjate caer conmigo en la cicatriz lunar de nuestra ciudad, ciudad puñado de alcantarillas, ciudad cristal de vahos y escarcha mineral, ciudad presencia de todos nuestros olvidos, ciudad de acantilados carnívoros, ciudad dolor inmóvil, ciudad de la brevedad inmensa, ciudad del sol detenido, ciudad de calcinaciones largas, ciudad a fuego lento, ciudad con el agua al cuello, ciudad del letargo pícaro, ciudad de los nervios negros, ciudad de los tres ombligos, ciudad de la risa gualda, ciudad del hedor torcido, ciudad rígida entre el aire y los gusanos, ciudad vieja en las luces, vieja ciudad en su cuna de aves agoreras, ciudad nueva junto al polvo esculpido, ciudad a la vera del cielo gigante, ciudad de barnices oscuros y pedrería, ciudad bajo el lodo esplendente, ciudad de víscera y cuerdas, ciudad de la derrota violada (la que no pudimos amamantar a la luz, la derrota secreta), ciudad del tianguis sumiso, carne de tinaja, ciudad reflexión de la furia, ciudad del fracaso ansiado, ciudad en tempestad de cúpulas, ciudad abrevadero de las fauces rígidas del hermano empapado de sed y costras, ciudad tejida en la amnesia, resurrección de infancias, encarnación de pluma, ciudad perro, ciudad famélica, suntuosa villa, ciudad lepra y cólera, hundida ciudad. Tuna incandescente. Águila sin alas. Serpiente de estrellas. Aquí nos tocó. Qué le vamos a hacer. En la región más transparente del aire.

Carlos Fuentes, La región más transparente

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Victoria Jones Hendricks ~aesthetics

To know more about her:

I. Embora Victoria não seja uma mulher baixa, ainda assim sua paixão por salto alto é notável, já que quase nunca está de rasteira pela escola. Botas, saltos grossos, anabellas e sandálias de salto fazem parte de seu amor, mas scarpins são seus favoritos da coleção. Mesmo que não goste de cair em clichês, Vic realmente é louca por sapatos. 

II. Victoria é extremamente sensata e é tão raro que fale algo sem pensar que é quase inédito, por causa disso e de sua inteligência, costuma estar sempre certa -e esse clichê também se aplica, porque detesta estar errada. Infelizmente as vezes isso a faz ser um pouco arrogante, mas o que se pode fazer se ela está realmente certa?

III. Seja pela descendência (longínqua) da Inglaterra ou não, os Jones são apaixonados por chá, e Victoria certamente não é exceção. É extremamente comum vê-la com um copo de chá (quente ou gelado) na mão, e parece ser quase sua marca registrada na cantina e cafeteria, sendo uma das poucas estudantes que não bebe café. 

IV. Sua obsessão por organização é bem conhecida, assim como suas agendas, listas e planners. Victoria está sempre anotando algo e sua bolsa é cheia de materiais de papelaria para se organizar, todos combinando entre si em tons frios e de mármore. 

VI. Essa frase poderia ser a descrição de seu maior hobby, mas ler para Victoria é quase como respirar. Dizer que a morena é uma traça de livros é eufemismo, e ela está sempre com mais de um livro entre os braços, seja acadêmico ou de leitura leve. 

VII. Desde pequena Victoria foi colocada em diversas atividades, mas a que mais se interessou de exercício e pratica até hoje foi o ballet clássico. A morena é uma ótima bailarina e adora tudo relacionado à dança, estando sempre assistindo a espetáculos -por menores que sejam as academias. 

VIII. Victoria está sempre bem arrumada, vestígios de sua educação quando a mãe começou a carreira política. Por causa disso, acabou em posse de várias maquiagens, mesmo que as use delicadamente, nunca com exagero. A morena gosta especialmente de delineador, máscara e batom -este último sendo quase impossível vê-la sem algum, mesmo que batom de cacau ou lip balm. 

IX. Sua casa é perto da praia e seu pai veleja, de modo que sua família costuma ir para a praia todos os finais de semana, seja para andar no barco deles ou aproveitar o sol e o mar, de modo que Victoria criou uma conexão com a praia de forma especial. 

[seven-dragons]

Drabble Challenge: Call Me Señorita

@it-is-bugs gave us the topic “with a song in my heart.”  This is inspired by this song: https://youtu.be/OgiJhMTGDkQ

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It was hot.  Hotter than Lucien could remember, even back home, and made the worse for being near midnight.  A breeze off the water only added moisture and did nothing to alleviate the heat.   Lucien wondered how he had got into this mess.  It was supposed to be a simple liaison mission to the States.  He would meet with American and English colleagues to exchange information and plan a training mission.  Now he was stuck in Mexico, trying to wade through a morass of stolen gems, gun smuggling, and cash headed further south to fund a revolution in South America.  Months after he should have gone back to Hong Kong he found himself in a dilapidated fishing village, waiting for a contact that seemed determined not to show.  

The town, if you could call it that, was a small collection of tin and plywood buildings.  A small collection of wooden boats, seemingly held together by the tears of the Virgin Mary the locals painted on every wall bobbed with the tide while moored to tires or hunks of cement along a dirty beach.  There was one hotel, of sorts, a few rooms above the only shop.  The only other store in town was the local cantina where Lucien was waiting.  Lucien looked out from the crooked patio out onto the Pacific Ocean and wondered if he squinted hard enough if he could see Australia.  All he could make put were the lights of a steamer in the distance.  For the first time, in a long time, Lucien wanted to go home.  It was a strange sensation, he wasn't even sure where home was anymore.

The cantina was no more than a rickety wooden shed with three walls and a crumbling thatched roof.  Most of the town was there, at least what was left of them.  The waitresses were either far too old to be working or too young to be out of school.  Any woman young enough to work in the city or marry left town as soon as she could.  The same went for the young men, except for the few that could make a living on boats off a dwindling catch.  The smell of fish and sweat and stale beer was nearly overwhelming.  Two old men with weathered faces sat in a corner with guitars and sang for the crowd.  Lucien couldn’t understand most of what they said but he didn't need to.  They were sad songs, songs of loss, songs of pain.  Lucien thought it takes one to know one.  The proprietor was a short fat man with a thick black mustache and thinning hair.  Lucien thought he looked like a man out of those American western adventures - perhaps a bandito or a mission priest.  He came over to take Lucien’s order.

“Whiskey.”

The man stared at Lucien for a moment in confusion before disappearing behind the bar and coming back with a small glass and setting it down roughly in front of him.  Lucien knocked the whole thing back and nearly spit it out.

“Bloody hell.  Oi!”

Lucien waved the attention of the proprietor.

“What is this?”

Lucien pointed at the glass when the man didn’t respond.

“¿Que es?”

“Tequila.”

Lucien slumped down in dismay.  Unconcerned, the proprietor handed him another.  Lucien sighed.

“Tequila it is.”

Lucien downed the next drink and winced in disgust.  His time was being wasted.  The locals were getting rowdy as the night wore on.  Some getting into shoving matches, others slumped against a woman near the music in an approximation of dancing.  Things were only going to get worse from here and Lucien stuck out like a sore thumb.  It was time to move on.  The thought of his hotel room, cramped in the heat and stinking of the tamales that were steamed all day in the shop below did not appeal to him, but at least he could be alone to decide his next move.  

Across the room something caught his eye.  A woman was briskly bussing tables.  She was wearing the same traditional ruffled red and white skirt as the other waitresses but she could not have been more different.  Most of the local girls walked around with their eyes to the ground, beaten down by life at an early age.  This woman, tall with auburn curls, walked gracefully with her head held high.  She could not stand out more yet she moved among the patrons largely ignored.  Lucien wondered if he were seeing an apparition.

The proprietor must have caught him staring and bellowed “Juanita!” while gesturing for the woman to see to Lucien.  He handed her another shot of tequila on the way over to Lucien’s table.  The woman placed the drink in front of him, but not before taking a sip for herself and sitting down across from Lucien, smiling benignly.  Lucien downed his drink quickly to avoid having to actually taste it.  He wondered briefly why the proprietor was suddenly so generous with his staff’s time but he didn't care.  He just gazed at the vision before him.

The singers struck up a livelier tune and several couples streamed onto the dance floor, or what little there was of it.  Suddenly Lucien was on his feet.  Maybe it was the tequila or maybe it was because he had nothing to lose, but he was not going to let this one chance to dance with a pretty girl pass him by.  Suddenly he felt at a loss and cursed his superiors for sending an agent to Mexico who spoke six Asian languages plus French, but no Spanish.

“Ballo with me?  Bailar me?  Oh bugger this.  Dance with me, señorita? ¿Por favor?”

To her shock the woman graciously accepted his hand and led him out onto the dance floor.  She casually folded himself into his arms and if it were anywhere else but here on this night, Lucien would have considered them alarmingly close for strangers.

“Actually it’s señora.  Señora Jean Beazley.”

Lucien was stunned.  Not only did she speak English but it was his English.  He would recognize that accent anywhere.

“Bloody hell.  You sound like you’re from my neck of the woods.”

“Ballarat, Australia.  It’s in Victoria.”

“I know that.  It’s where I was born! Though I haven’t been back in a long while.”

“Neither have I.  What a coincidence.”

“I am supposed to meet someone here tonight señorita...um, señora.  I don’t suppose that’s you, is it?”

“Not me, I just work here.”

“How on earth did you wind up so far from home?”

“Well I lived on a farm in Ballarat.  I lost my husband during the war.  I had always wanted to see the world, so when my boys were grown I decided to make a go of it.  I made it pretty far but eventually I ran out of money, so I found work here.”

“So you’re saving up money to go back to Australia?”

“Not really.  I meant to.  Rodrigo, he’s the owner, lets me stay in a room out back for next to nothing.  But the longer I stayed, the more I seemed to my lose myself.  Eventually I stopped thinking about it.”   

Lucien looked around at the night pressing in on a town that the world seemed to have left behind.

“Yes, I could see how that might happen.”

The music slowed again to another forlorn love song.  Jean lay her head gently on Lucien’s chest.  Suddenly he felt dizzy.  He did not know if it was from the heat, or the drink, or the heady sense of want that was rapidly filling his body and pushing out all common sense.  Jean sighed in his arms.

“It is nice to meet someone from home though.”

“Jean?”

“Mmm?”

“Are you sure you are not here to meet me?”

Jean looked into his eyes, still swaying with the music.

“I’m not so sure anymore.  You haven’t told me what you are doing here.”

“Señora that’s a very long story.  Lets go someplace quiet and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Jean nodded in agreement.  Lucien took Jean’s hand and lead her out of the cantina.  On the way out he snatched a bottle of tequila off a nearby table.  The sound of incomprehensible curses eventually receded as they headed down the beach and into the darkness.

[elcinelateleymickyandonie]

BETTE DAVIS α:5 de abril de 1908 Ω:6 de octubre de 1989

Bette Davis (Lowell, Massachusetts, 5 de abril de 1908-Neuilly-sur-Seine, París, 6 de octubre de 1989) fue el nombre artístico de Ruth Elizabeth Davis, actriz estadounidense de teatro, cine y televisión. Se destacó por su facilidad al interpretar personajes antipáticos y fue ampliamente apreciada por sus actuaciones en filmes melodramáticos, históricos y ocasionalmente de comedia, aunque sus mayores éxitos los alcanzó con dramas románticos. Es considerada como uno de los hitos cinematográficos. Después de aparecer en obras de teatro de Broadway,1 Davis se trasladó a Hollywood en 1930, donde sus primeros filmes para Universal Studiostuvieron poca aceptación. Se incorporó a Warner Bros. en 1932 y fortaleció su carrera con varias actuaciones aclamadas por la crítica. En 1937, intentó liberarse de su contrato y aunque perdió un procedimiento legal muy publicitado, dio inicio al período más exitoso de su carrera. Hasta finales de los años de 1940, fue una de las actrices del cine norteamericano más importantes,reconocida por su desenvolvimiento apasionado y decidido. Davis fue calificada como una perfeccionista que podía llegar a ser muy combativa y a menudo se hicieron públicos sus enfrentamientos con ejecutivos de los estudios, directores de cine y coprotagonistas. Su manera de ser frontal, su estilo vocal entrecortado y su cigarrillo ubicuo contribuyeron a forjar una imagen pública que a menudo fue imitada y satirizada. Davis fue cofundadora de la Cantina de Hollywood8 y fue la primera mujer en ser presidente de la Academia de Artes y Ciencias Cinematográficas. Obtuvo el premio de la Academia como Mejor Actriz en dos ocasiones y fue la primera persona en alcanzar diez nominaciones a los Óscar por sus actuaciones y en recibir el premio a la Trayectoria del American Film Institute. Su carrera pasó por varios períodos de declive y catástrofes personales. Casada en cuatro ocasiones —se divorció en tres de ellas y quedó viuda una vez—, crio a sus hijos prácticamente como madre soltera. Sus últimos años estuvieron signados por un largo período de mala salud, pero continuó actuando hasta poco antes de su muerte por cáncer de mama, con más de 100 películas, ciclos televisivos y obras teatrales en su haber. En 1999, Davis fue seleccionada como la segunda mejor actriz de todos los tiempos en la lista del American Film Institute, solamente precedida.

FILMOGRAFIA 1962 ¿Qué fue de Baby Jane? 1950 All About Eve 1934 Of Human Bondage 1938 Jezabe 1964 Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte 1942 Now, Voyager 1941 La loba 1978 Muerte en el Nilo 1940 La carta 1939 Amarga victoria 1965 A merced del odio 1946 Una vida robada 1980 The Watcher in the Woods 1989 Wicked Stepmother 1942 El hombre que vino a cenar 1964 ¿Quién yace en mi tumba? 1952 The Star 1944 El señor Skeffington 1968 El aniversario 1955 The Virgin Queen 1952 Phone Call from a Stranger 1987 Las ballenas de Agosto 1976 Pesadilla diabólica 1939 The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex 1936 El bosque petrificado 1941 the great lie 1942 Como ella sola 1940 El cielo y tú 1939 The Old Maid 1943 Una vieja amiga 1961 Un gángster para un milagro 1949 Más allá del bosque 1937 La mujer marcada 1956 The Catered Affair 1943 Watch on the Rhine 1945 The Corn is Green 1948 June Bride 1935 Dangerous 1941 La novia cayó del cielo 1932 Three on a Match 1931 The Bad Sister 1938 Las hermanas 1951 Veneno para tus labios 1951 Payment on Demand 1932 La oculta providencia 1937 Kid Galahad 1979 Los pequeños extraterrestres 1932 Hell's House 1964 Where Love Has Gone

[lasvocesdelosotros]

octubre 2018

01

Autrui

Lunes. Sigue la persecución sistemática de ese desconocido. Creo que se llama Autrui. No sé cuándo empezó a encarcelarme. Desde el principio de mi vida tal vez, sin que yo me diera cuenta. Tanto peor.

Arreola

02

Martes. Caminaba hoy tranquilamente por calles y plazas. Noté de pronto que mis pasos se dirigían a lugares desacostumbrados. Las calles parecían organizarse en laberinto, bajo los designios de Autrui. Al final, me hallé en un callejón sin salida.

Arreola

03

Miércoles. Mi vida está limitada en estrecha zona, dentro de un barrio mezquino. Inútil aventurarse más lejos. Autrui me aguarda en todas las esquinas, dispuesto a bloquearme las grandes avenidas.

Arreola

04

Jueves. De un momento a otro temo hallarme frente a frente y a solas con el enemigo. Encerrado en mi cuarto, ya para echarme en la cama, siento que me desnudo bajo la mirada de Autrui.

Arreola

05

Viernes. Pasé todo el día en casa, incapaz de la menor actividad. Por la noche surgió a mi alrededor una tenue circunvalación. Cierta especie de anillo, apenas más peligroso que un aro de barril.

Arreola

06

Sábado. Ahora desperté dentro de un cartucho exagonal, no mayor que mi cuerpo. Sin atreverme a tocar los muros, presentí que detrás de ellos nuevos hexágonos me aguardan.

Indudablemente, mi confinación es obra de Autrui.

Arreola

07

Domingo. Empotrado en mi celda, entro lentamente en descomposición. Segrego un líquido espeso, amarillento, de engañosos reflejos. A nadie aconsejo que me tome por miel…

A nadie naturalmente, salvo al propio Autrui.

Arreola

08

Yo creo que al final de todo es luz. Pero no, finalmente,

porque sea algo hermoso o atemporal, ni siquiera solemne.

(...)

Pienso que es todo luz, porque nos encendemos y después nos apagamos,

luego nos encendemos otra vez. 

Robin Myers

09

Todo temor es amor que huye. 

San Agustín

10

Morir por ti era muy insuficiente:

el griego más normal podría hacerlo.

El existir, amado, es más costoso

y yo te ofrezco eso.

 Morir es bagatela,

pero el vivir incluye

un morir multiforme,

sin el descanso que es el estar muerto.

Emily Dickinson

11

La esperanza es el peor de los males, pues prolonga el tormento del hombre.

Nietszche

12

Las cicatrices son comunes como los ósculos y la caricia y el revés del pétalo. Tarde se comprende que la rosa es costra de la raíz…

Manolo Mugica

13

Siempre he pensado que si quieres llegar a conocer mejor a una persona, no tienes que llevarla a cenar a la luz de unas velas, sino observarla mientras trabaja.Cuando está absorta, pero no en ti

Barnes

14

Me encontraba en la edad feliz en la que todo agrada y se cree que la dicha con­siste en la cantidad de acontecimientos y su cambio

Goethe

15

La abundante disponibilidad de internet y la voracidad del sistema económico que nos rige han propiciado que vivamos en un presente hipertrofiado, tiránico, que no deja espacio para nada que no pueda ocurrir ahora mismo, ni siquiera para el mañana —éste ya llegó, ya está aquí, ya vamos tarde—. En un presente así de saturado, es inevitable diluirse.

Romeo Tello

16

En uno de sus poemas más bellos se concibe a sí mismo como una rémora pequeñita adherida al cuerpo de la gran ballena nocturna, la esposa dormida que lo conduce en su sueño. Esa enorme ballena femenina es más o menos el mundo, del cual el poeta sólo puede cantar un fragmento, un trozo de la dulce piel que lo sustenta.

Arreola

17

La velocidad y la intensidad del presente nos impiden regresar a Ítaca, nos engañan, nos dicen que nunca nos hemos ido. O más aún: nos dicen que no es necesario regresar, porque Ítaca está en todas partes. Pero no lo está y nosotros sí nos fuimos, todo el tiempo nos estamos yendo, y a la vez estamos atrapados en una vertiginosa permanencia, contestando correos, escribiendo cosas en Twitter, viendo series, llenando tablas de Excel, viendo videos de gente que se cae en YouTube, en un presente tan lleno de sí mismo que alcanza a tener nostalgia de sí mismo.

Romeo Tello

18

Pensé en las cosas que se destruyen para que exista la poesía.

Junto Villoro

19

Bajo la falsa equivalencia Estado-nación subyace la lógica y el funcionamiento del mundo actual, que genera categorías en principio insostenibles, como “cultura francesa”, cuando sólo en la Francia continental se hablan, además del francés, otras doce lenguas distintas, o como “cultura mexicana”, cuando los mexicanos (es decir, los pertenecientes al Estado mexicano) hablan lenguas agrupadas en doce familias lingüísticas radicalmente distintas entre sí y pertenecen a más de sesenta y ocho naciones con diferencias culturales muy marcadas.

Yásnaya Elena A. Gil

20

Tomando en cuenta el carácter explosivo del alumbramiento, un psiquiatra afirma encantado de la vida que la rebelión de los nonatos, aparentemente sin causa, es una verdadera Cruzada de los Niños contra las pruebas atómicas. Ante la sonrisa burlona de los ginecólogos, concluye su alegato con ingenuidad flagrante, insinuando la idea de que tal vez no sea este en que vivimos el mejor de los mundos posibles.

Arreola

21

Hoy no puedo dejar de pensar en algo que decía Gloria Steinem: que la empatía es la más radical de todas las emociones humanas. Solía darme esperanza. Hoy, leyendo tantos comentarios crueles, desconfiados y desdeñosos hacia los migrantes centroamericanos --expresados con tanta naturalidad, sin pelos en la lengua, en este país que ha sido tan generoso con tantos extranjeros (incluyéndome)-- la misma frase me parte el alma.

Robin Myers

22

Yo predije mi muerte en esta edad recargada de clavos y de espinas y la herida de un beso en el costado,

lugar donde se encuentran, asesinas, las memorias obscuras del pasado que desollando va mi soledad.

Voy a morir de ruina de mis ruinas, de colérico, necio y de quedado; voy a morirme, sí, de libertad,

del ardor del placer por la verdad, de beberme una a una las cantinas: Seré el mismo de tan resucitado.

Yo, mecha y pólvora del arcabuz que en su accionar alumbra lo no visto, lo metafísico que nos rodea,

yo que en desbarrancarme sí persisto, porque sé que al final de la pelea el parto de la pérdida da luz

y otra vez, de la sombra vuelto, existo: Así mi voz, más mía, se recrea y se ven mis latidos a trasluz:

No soy el Cristo cargando su cruz, soy la cruz que sostiene fijo a Cristo (a cualquier nombre de hombre que desea).

Lo predije y lo cumplo: Moriré, madurado, febril de poesía, civilmente y con una enorme mueca

donde se plasme la sabiduría de quien domesticó aquello que obceca, de aquello que jamás, que nunca fue.

Increpé a mi futuro, lo miré y le advertí mi cruenta travesía, mi desmuerte que octubre con Dios trueca.

Hoy, a mis 33, tengo templanza. No me tiembla la mano ni la lengua: logro que cardio con testa diserte.

Hoy mi promesa de morir no mengua y me mantengo firme y hablo fuerte: De la existencia sé su contradanza

y algún día su dicha nos alcanza y la existencia entera nos deslengua y de enseres en seres nos convierte…

Manolo Mugica

23

How does the body get to where the world

has told it not to travel?

I’m asking you.

Our choices, in the end, are few.

I love this man whose body said

it did not wantto go.

And I loved you,

who went.

Love, not loved, my friend;

forgive me. 

We know not what

we do,

as awed before the green corn gleaming in the field

as with a foot into the mine.

We go, we go, we go,

Nina.

We gleam

Robin Myers

24

Curriculum vitae

 digamos que ganaste la carrera

y que el premio

era otra carrera

que no bebiste el vino de la victoria

sino tu propia sal

que jamás escuchaste vítores

sino ladridos de perros

y que tu sombra

tu propia sombra

fue tu única

y desleal competidora.

Blanca Varela

25

El eros y la enseñanza son inseparables. Eso es cierto antes de Platón y después de Heidegger. Las modulaciones del deseo espiritual y sexual, de dominio y sumisión, la interacción de celos y fe, son de una complejidad, de una delicadeza que desafían el análisis preciso. Hay componentes más sutiles que el género, que las demarcaciones entre el homo y la heterosexualidad, entre las relaciones que convencionalmente se consideran lícitas y prohibidas con los jóvenes

Steiner

26

Cuando dos han dormido juntos es otra cosa, por la mañana los dos emergen del mismo sueño, los dos son iguales

Los amores difíciles, Italo Calvino

27

La sociedad siempre se paga a sí misma con la moneda falsa de su sueño.

Mauss

28

Sucede

Que canso

De ser dios

 Sucede 

Qué me canso

De llover

Sobre mojado

 Sucede

Qué aquí

Nada sucede

 Sino la

l

 l                                         l

  u           l                     l          v

     v          l                         u

       i       u     v

        a               i                          i

                           a                                a

Efraín Huerta

29

Las relaciones familiares son nuestra identidad y la identidad por definición es nuestra prisión

María Ganza

30

Aurora boreal se dice 'revontulet' en finés y significa 'fuego de zorro'

Rodrigo García Bonillas

31

Los intervalos, los tiempos muertos han sido abolidos, es decir, despreciados. Hoy en día, esperar es el verdadero castigo; demorarse, la verdadera culpa.

Romeo Tello

[abductionradiation]

Portland, OR -- Last year, Black Belt Eagle Scout released her new album At the Party With My Brown Friends via Saddle Creek. If you haven’t given the record a spin yet, today is the day to do it! Yesterday, she released the music video for one of the album’s songs “I Said I Wouldn’t Write This Song.” The track is an excellent encapsulation of Black Belt Eagle Scout’s blend of shredding indie rock and gorgeous songwriting and lyrics. 

The music video is directed and edited by Chantal Jung (Inujuk Nunatsiavutimi) and is meant to raise awareness about the Alaskan coastline. The animated video shows the intimate relationship Indigenous people and and animals have with the coastline.

Tour Dates: Sat. Feb. 22 - Austin, TX @ OUTsider @ The Vortex Tue. Feb. 25 - Seattle, WA @ The Showbox (w/ Death Cab for Cutie) Wed. Feb. 26 - Bellingham, WA @ The Shakedown Thu. Feb. 27 - Anacortes, WA @ The Business Fri. Feb. 28 - Vancouver, BC @ Fortune Sound Club Sat. Feb. 29 - Victoria, BC @ Lucky Bar Thu. March 26 - Calgary, AB @ The Palomino Smokehouse and Social Club Fri. March 27 - Edmonton, AB @ The Rec Room Sat. March 28 - Saskatoon, SK @ Amigos Cantina Tue. March 31 - St. Paul, MN @ Turf Club Wed. April 1 - Iowa City, IA @ Mission Creek Festival @ The Mill Fri. April 3 - Cudahy, WI @ X-Ray Arcade Sat. April 4 - Bloomington, IN @ The Bishop Sun. April 5 - Tallahassee, FL @ Word of South Festival (solo) Tue. April 7 - Lakewood, OH @ Mahall’s Wed. April 8 - Toronto, ON @ The Monarch Thu. April 9 - Ottawa, ON @ Club SAW Fri. April 10 - Montreal, QB @ L’esco Sat. April 11 - Portsmouth, NH @ 3S Artspace Sun. April 12 - Allston, MA @ Great Scott Mon. April 13 - Philadelphia, PA @ Boot & Saddle Tue. April 14 - Washington, DC @ DC9 Thu. April 16 - Brooklyn, NY @ BRIC House Fri. April 17 - Pittsburgh, PA @ Mr. Roboto Project Sat. April 18 - Cincinnati, OH @ Northside Yacht Club Sun. April 19 - Columbia, MO @ Café Berlin Tue. April 21 - Denver, CO @ Lost Lake Wed. April 22 - Colorado Springs, CO @ Colorado College Fri. April 24 - Albuquerque, NM @ Sister Bar Mon. May 18 - Berlin, DE @ Burg Schnabel Tue. May 19 - Hamburg, DE @ Uebel & Gefährlich Thu. May 21 - Utrecht, NL @ Brewpub De Kromme Haring Fri. May 22 - Paris, FR @ Supersonic Sat. May 23 - Brighton, UK @ Patterns Sun. May 24 - Leeds, UK @ Hyde Park Book Club Mon. May 25 - Glasgow, UK @ Broadcast Tue. May 26 - Manchester, UK @ The Deaf Institute Wed. May 27 - London, UK @ Colours Fri. May 29 - Heidelberg, DE @ Queerfestival @ Karlstorbahnof Sat. May 30 - Brussels, BE @ Witloof Bar

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