Monday, September 20, 2010

Other Gangs Nortenos Get Along With

These changes that occur ... Ociociudades

IFC is the second of my friends who visits the dump that have not become ends in my cozy home. Well, soon came a music teacher to herd with the hardware of a battery that was running back and forth without any musical benefit.
We chatted for a short time in which we talked a little about literature, about the books they have read, about writers and poets who met in Monterrey, on some local writers on writers and their fervent underground fan turnouts , and finally tell me why almost no Like living with writers, inevitably talk about literature and its design (sometimes also mine) is as much egg will reflect on the trade.
I imagine a worker coming home after seven hours deafening factory ship, and made a sound of engines and scrapers and torches and hammers to his wife and children. As the thing is not that bad. Thus, this writer friend will not talk about literature with other writers. I understand.
speak, then, film, and finally conclude that the film is better look and not comment, so I just rescued the discount coupons that had previously gone to waste, and thanks to the extension of the deadline, we would avoid spending too much.
The movie was good, although inevitably made me realize that I might be a bit reactionary, I tend to enshrine certain characters to the point where I feel uncomfortable when resized to a more human, more deadly, more with the defects that characterize the species and less like the special character that I would like it to remain. Even before I had happened to Sherlock Holmes, and now confirmed with Hidalgo. Then

then, and this is part of what I talked with IFC, I emerged a recurring question: when do we stop being as we were ten years ago? All this cooling, the thorough grinding of the situations that before were simply spontaneous, genuine and well intentioned it may now be carried between the legs of this generation that we called "Mr." and not "carnal."
Still, we're still young, we remain as we were, just that we learned a little more of the world.
That is what I expect, or as I Ching.
(And we've fucked so many ...)

Monday, September 13, 2010

Dog Has Inflated Nipple



dealer Wipe, wipe! Cheap just a while! Do we give guerita, look how cool! The

life in the flea market is just that: life. One can travel corridors dodging diableros to dealers with bulky bags, collect the hundreds of flavors of vegetables, fruit, pork, groceries, Ocotito, boats, quesadillas, beyond shoes, wicker baskets and palm oil, meat exposed to the gaze , smell and the greed of hungry dogs. One slip with delight listening to a chaotic intertwining of voices, rumors, cries, and cries of haggling going on strike, you strike! And while dribbling the corn cart, weigh a pinecone and starts to bargain with the shepherd to achieve a price that both parties consider it appropriate, leaving both with the intimate feeling that closed a good deal. The flea
everything has a human face. One recognizes in the other subject that loads the shopping bag and think that back home she expects the tasty stew of ingredients that will ease the discomfort of the previous party.
Unlike the eighties pop repertoire and pseudo lounge, unable to specify their origin, slips into the mall environment, in flea markets have the speakers in front of you breathing tropical songs, gruperas, band, reggaeton, pop populachero the oldies. An amalgam of sounds that give authenticity and say much more than they would be willing to tell their listeners. Every sound provides the buyer with all the psychic load of who gets to loud.
At the mall you'll never begrudge someone who will not know if the fruit is three kilos thirty head, one twelve! The flea
can not buy anything and walk out satisfied with the visit. At the mall, you'll give and give laps, and although the cart is full, the existential void that led you there will be immense. Tianguis
The assistant has to guys that has his troubles, the consumer of a shopping mall is a psychoanalyst.
In the aseptic halls of the mall feel alone if you come across a hundred individuals, the cart requires distance. In the street markets are the gossips are unplanned and can spend hours chewing at ease while the whole neighborhood, in passing, you hear that so and so goes with sutanita and such went to the other side and that another has died of old, drunk or colic.
With the dealer can establish a deep connection with the box never used. The match never helpful shopping center will have the status of the central Oriole supplies.
from stall to stall a taste of each fruit, vegetables, meat and how much merchandise is found on boards, bags, baskets and burros metal tianguista prodigality of the case. If you dare bite a grape, a Jamoncito, a little juices, you immediately fall off the X department manager to tell you please do not open, touch or unfold before you pay anything.
And finally, to pay the lady of the vegetables will not make you feel uncomfortable for not accepting the institutional theft is the rounding, and if you still owe a few pennies will give the pylon.