Sunday, March 30, 2008

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Solidaridad de raza

Asumir que la gente tiene afinidades con la gente de su misma raza no siempre se cumple, como demuestra Exit Wounds (2001):




P.S. En esta misma película la escena del control de la ira no tiene desperdicio...

Friday, March 14, 2008

El contraataque de Hillary

Las primarias demócratas están calientes. Obama iba ganando por goleada hasta que Hillary reaccionó y metió un para de buenos goles en Ohio y en Texas. Ahora va camino al empate.

La prensa liberal, con evidente simpatía por Obama hace unas semanas, se está volteando a favor de Clinton.

The Village Voice:

Hillary and the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy
The strange case of conservative pundits and their love for Barack Obama
by Wayne Barrett


The New Yorker:
The Iron Lady
The Clinton campaign returns from the dead, again.
by Ryan Lizza
Hasta The Economist ha recuperado algo de fe en Clinton:
Never say die.
Pues todavía le queda un largo camino. En estos días Obama no ha resultado ser tan bueno como algunos pensaban.








Hillary le pone fuerza a la campaña y le entra a los ataques a su oponente

Imagen tomada del artículo del New Yorker, citado arriba.









Sunday, March 9, 2008

Intercambio cultural

Los indios adoptando de los americanos:



... y los americanos adoptando de los indios:



Hablando (y bailando) se entiende la gente...

Saturday, March 8, 2008

En el día de la mujer

Tiempos duros en que las mujeres tenían que pretender ser hombres para estudiar:








Algo hemos avanzado en la larga lucha por la igualdad, pero falta mucho más...







¿Dónde está escrito?

¿Dónde está escrito lo que yo tengo que ser
que no puedo atreverme
a tener la oportunidad
de tomar el fruto de todo árbol
o tener mi parte de toda posibilidad dulcemente imaginada?
Sólo dime dónde, ¿dime dónde?


Letra original:
WHERE IS IT WRITTEN? Lyrics

Music: Michel Legrand
Lyrics: Alan and Marilyn Bergman
Premiere: 1983

PRAYER
God, our merciful father,
I’m wrapped in a robe of light,
Clothed in your glory
That spreads its wings over my soul.
Maybe I be worthy
Amen.

There’s not a morning I begin without
A thousand questions running through my mind,
That I don’t try to find the reason and the logic
In the world that God designed.
The reason why
a bird was given wings,
If not to fly and praise the sky
With every song it sings.
What’s right or wrong,
Where I belong
Within the scheme of things...
And why have eyes that see
And arms that reach
Unless you’re meant to know
There’s something more?
If not to hunger for the meaning of it all,
Then tell me what a soul is for?
Why have the wings
Unless you’re meant to fly?
And tell me please, why have a mind
If not to question why?
And tell me where-
Where is it written what it is
I’m meant to be, that I can’t dare
To have the chance to pick the fruit of every tree,
Or have my share of every sweet-imagined possibility?
Just tell me where, tell me where?
If I were only meant to tend the nest,
Then why does my imagination sail
Across the mountains and the seas,
Beyond the make-believe of any fairy tale?
Why have the thirst if not to drink the wine?
And what a waste to have a taste
Of things that can't he mine?
And tell me where, where is it written what it is
I'm meant to be, that I can't dare-
To find the meanings in the mornings that I see,
Or have my share of every sweet-imagined possibility?
Just tell me where- where is it written?
Tell me where-
Or if it's written anywhere?



Y por supuesto, Papa, can you hear me?



PAPA, CAN YOU HEAR ME? Lyrics

PRAYER
Oh God-our heavenly Father.
Oh, God-and my father
Who is also in heaven.
May the light of this
Flickering candle
Illuminate the night the way
Your spirit illuminates my soul.

Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you see me?
Papa can you find me in the night?
Papa are you near me?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you help me not be frightened?
Looking at the skies I seem to see
A million eyes which ones are yours?
Where are you now that yesterday
Has waved goodbye
And closed its doors?
The night is so much darker;
The wind is so much colder;
The world I see is so much bigger
Now that I'm alone.
Papa, please forgive me.
Try to understand me;
Papa, don’t you know I had no choice?
Can you hear me praying,
Anything I'm saying
Even though the night is filled with voices?
I remember everything you taught me
Every book 1've ever read...
Can all the words in all the books
Help me to face what lies ahead?
The trees are so much taller
And I feel so much smaller;
The moon is twice as lonely
And the stars are half as bright...
Papa, how I love you...
Papa, how I need you.
Papa, how I miss you
Kissing me good night...

Mujeres excepcionales

Esta es mi lista de algunas mujeres excepcionales.




Esta famosa canción es un emblema de la libertad y de la expresión del deseo. Aunque la voz lírica es una muchacha, fue escrita por un hombre (Kriss Kristofferson). La más brillante interpretación es, por su puesto, la de Janis Joplin quien, según dicen, alguna vez elegida "el chico" más feo de su escuela. La libertad es otra palabra por 'no hay nada qué perder'.


ME AND BOBBY MCGEE

Busted flat in Baton Rouge waiting for a train
And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done,
Hey Bobby baby? kept me from the cold.
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
Laa la la Bobby McGee.
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.Lord,
I'm calling my lover, calling my man,
I said I'm calling my lover just the best I can,
C'mon, hey now Bobby yeah, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah,Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord.

Otra canción feminista escrita por un hombre es Candy Says, de Lou Reed y que aquí interpreta Antony:


Candy says I've come to hate my body
and all that it requires in this world
Candy says I'd like to know completely
what others so discreetly talk about
I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me
Candy says I hate the quiet places
that cause the smallest taste of what will be
Candy says I hate the big decisions
that cause endless revisions in my mind
I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me.


Friday, March 7, 2008

Macondo

Notable canción basada en "100 años de soledad".




Celso Piña - Macondo

Los cien años de Macondo sueñan, sueñan en el aire
Y los años de Gabriel trompetan, trompeteando anuncian
Y encadenado Macondo sueña con José Arcadio
Y aunque la vida pasa siendo remolino de recuerdos

Las tristezas de Aureliano, son cuatro
Las bellezas de Remedios, violines
Las pasiones de Amaranta, guitarra
Y el embrujo de Melquiades, es oboe
Úrsula cien años, soledad Macondo
Úrsula cien años, soledad Macondo

Eres epopeya de un pueblo olvidado
Forjado en cien años de amor y de historia (x2)

Me imagino y vuelvo a vivir
En mi memoria quemada al sol

Mariposas amarillas Mauricio Babilonia
Mariposas amarillas que vuelan liberadas (x2)

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Mundo Absoluto




México D.F. Febrero 2008. Foto tomada por SR

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El vodka finés francés Absolut lleva ya tiempo con la campaña "In an absolute world". La campaña es irónica y por momentos simpática (ver aquí, aquíy aquí).

El tema es que en el caso de la foto, ha recurrido a un tema no muy afortunado, cual es el revanchismo.

Claro, este aviso lo puede poner en un lado de la frontera, pero no en el otro....De hecho, posiblemente ni quieran que se enteren en EEUU.....


Actualización: Veo que la foto que tomé ha comenzado a circular en la internet (no siempre indicando la fuente, lamentablemente). Quisiera aclarar que esa foto la tomé en la ciudad de México y es un detalle de esta foto, la original. La localización de este edificio es la Avenida Álvaro Obregón, entre Jalapa y Orizaba.








México D.F. Febrero 2008. Foto tomada por SR

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Veo además que el tema se recoge en la página de Absolut, pero han cerrado los comentarios:

April 4th, 2008 at 9:43 pm admin Says:

I think it’s time to close comments to this topic. Everything was said already and I don’t need more racism and blaming here.
Lamentablemente, creo que fueron los publicistas los que dieron pie a las diversas reacciones. Nadie más.

También se ve algo en este foro y en el blog de Michelle Malkin, que se pusieron en contacto con la compañía Absolut y obtuvieron esta respuesta.

Actualización 11 de abril, 4:45pm ET: El mapa que aparece en la foto ya fue quitado del edificio en México. Próximamente, la foto después...

Monday, March 3, 2008

The Beatles - Hello Goodbye

A John Lennon no le gustaba ("three minutes of contradictions and meaningless juxtapositions"), pero a mí sí:



Hello Goodbye

You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello

I say high, you say low
You say why, and I say I don't know
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello

Why, why, why, why, why, why
Do you say good bye
Goodbye, bye, bye, bye, bye

Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello
Hello

Hela, heba helloa