ended January 2008, what nonsense. The last I took vacation time in January was in 2000. With some friends and our partners rented a house in Costa Azul de La Paloma to receive the end of the world with beautiful people, or hold that does not happen. As the world has not ended, I stayed almost two weeks in La Pedrera. Were perhaps the best vacations I spent in Rocha. People with whom I spent those days, more than half emigrated in recent years. Another was lost in a parallel way. Some even see them. I guess everyone can have something similar. ***
I say the rock was dead this summer, with major events promoted on the Atlantic coast were rather a mess. I do not know whether to be sad, not downward products "that I give a shit, but because they believe they are replaced by the bands that I really like. In any case this was and is, as every summer, one of psychedelia zero. Beyond that one try himself, of course. ***
A police edict announced that February is prohibited from throwing water balloons at a carnival. The reason is that last year a few lumpen had fun putting stones in them, filling them with liquids or repulsive, and as preventing the police decided to cut their losses and forbid. My interest in water balloons is zero, I did not like as a child, there is no reason that I like now. Still amazes me as legislating for the exception and not degenerate most sensible, and anyway I am amazed how fast that is overtly repressive current administration (or a decree or law to release something, dozens limiting individual freedoms) and docility with which people accept it. Once the theory that the frog fry in a little pot. Once again the project of a country as craven as nasty, repressed and stupid as the highest representative.
*** A year ago I started this blog, having closed several months before Fuck You Tiger , Frightened by the uncontrollable growth and development thereof. After a few very short days in Punta Rubia I realized I wanted to write back to the web, without reason, to anyone, anonymous communication simple, like those who put their member sexópatas a gloryhole on the wall waiting to be sucked for total anonymity, by an absolute unknown. Meanwhile
blogging ceased to be a cool novelty to be an obvious self-centered to reach around the world. Possibly better, possibly because some idiots do not take it so seriously. ***
The person or persons responsible for this monument to conchudez Gallery terminal is applaud like seals the data-irrelevant to most humans-that Elle magazine Punta del Diablo elected as one of the best beaches in the world cool. We assume that the selection will be derived from the joy that came to one of the writers (or writers) of Elle that some fisherman horny for days at sea you repeatedly break your ass in some corner of the rocky peninsula but I would like to tell Ladies Gallery before party like a drugged with ecstasy sepoy any mention in a European magazine to something Uruguayan would think if you said no absolute stupidity, as is the case. Cool
is a (large) term polisemático angloparlantes that many cultures have adopted not have a precise equivalent. Of course it is a term of admiration and implies that "get it" than an appraisal can be both elitist as a compliment to be more democratic, but what distinguishes it from other admiring terms, and is in its own root semantic proviniente of "cold" - is that it implies a certain distance. It has expanded indiscriminately, but originally the term was used exclusively to describe the remarkable ability of some individuals to maintain the grace and trances elegance still complicated. A harmonious combination of behavior and appearance, to say something, but not all harmonious combination.
Applied to a spa, the term would be cool for me a distinguished place, visited by celebrities on the street, features a bit more liberal than average. That is, something like the crap that strive to make Cabo Polonio and La Pedrera. Instead Punta del Diablo has always had a more domestic, more than resort to domestic consumption, in fact if you have a distinctive feature is its warmth and its utter lack of class.
I am not a spa can occur less cool, more Beyond the name, Punta del Diablo, would be nice if someone explain it to the reporter or columnist Elle (and his merry) when unbuttoned. ***
heard the course record of the year, MIA Kala of his pontificate and hit ' Paper Planes. " It's wonderful track "Straight to Hell 'in The Clash the Sri-Lankan rapping over, from time to time there are a few shots sampled. No doubt the theme of the year but the year 1982 and the version that is not screaming over this mine, but Joe Strummer singing one of his best and most sensitive letters. The rest of the MIA album is a kind of gathering of world music samples saturated by too much compression and rapped by someone with a funny accent. Oh, how wonderful.
really amazes me about thirty years or so the rise of hip-hop, criticism continues to overestimate everything that makes a non-musician with a sampler and a bunch of mussels licks a musician. What great things? Without a doubt, but critics are drooling to things that are nothing more than a blatant pungueo child with a letter, long, boring and full of rhymes and consonants Berret above. It is one thing Snoop and Dre looping half measure of George Clinton and re-inventing it, and one is MC Hammer erasing the voice track of 'Superfreak ' by Rick James and gold filled with the result. O MIA spoiling 'Straight to Hell . " To do that it was not worth rediscovering Sri Lanka.
What is my summer music? Louis Armstrong , Watain , collections Disco Not Disco, Augustus Pablo , Tribalistas , Grand Funk Railroad , The Hidden Hand and Funkadelic. No, I'm doing the arena. ***
The beautiful granite wall of the Rambla Sur, lovingly photographed by Michael Mann the film Miami Vice , still looks dirty work of the National Party for years defacing their stone to the height of the beach Ramirez, whose work can still be seen through the filthy IMM did not bother to clean. But in recent days had an extra contribution, a deviant, probably a victim of the beasts evangelists bother to paint more or less every fifty meters thick and thick white paint, the sentence " Hey, God bless you " . Mysteriously, as the line is the same, sometimes it says " Dyoser " perhaps too much emphasis on the point of "i".
While road and borders the Golf Club, persistence amazes me stupid, that little phrase kept repeating her over a mile, until the Jewish Holocaust Memorial. There, the wall disappears, but not the painting, as the evangelist mantric decided to spend what was defacing china smudge that is written in the symbolic meaning of Memorial and explanation of its existence. Evidently God, or Dyoser, not extending his blessing to the Jews.
*** Sometimes when I walk along the promenade, near the beach, I start to count tattoos on people I meet. I like tattoos, what can we do. Each year more in less time story, but most impressed me more for their absolute ugliness by healthy interest in decorating yourself with colored scars.
A tattoo is a delicate and permanent decision, I can not understand people who wander around with the skin embossed with designs that would shame the banks of a teenager's notebook. Always bear in mind three things: no drunken tattoo, not to save money on tattoos and do not immortalize partners or their names on the skin. Love always happens, no tattoos. ***
This will be the summer cocaine, said a government chief in December. He had a point, maybe the dollar is low, they may be spectacular coca crops, it may be trendy or perhaps just a greater indifference to the control agencies, the fact is that since the late 80's and early of the 90 who did not see much market in return, so pure, so relatively cheap and so many people taking it in staggering amounts.
But surely this summer will not be remembered for cocaine, but collateral damage from it: the prison's public relations Gaby Alvarez. I will not repeat the story we all know, but from the first moment you knew the guy had put the parking brake in a car going at 150 kmph, everybody thought, "was hard as topaz." It is one of those bad ideas that will occur when one is very old splint, and at the time certainly had a strange logic. "How quickly we ... would not it be great to put the parking brake ....?" NOW
few days after being jailed, and possibly advised by his lawyer, Alvarez admitted having consumed "a bit" of cocaine. The next day the police chief announced that they would follow the "track" of cocaine from Alvarez.
Now, even though I fall for me Álvarez ortho, I agree with the analysis of Corti Anibal in Gap (though Corti was referring to the truck driver who wore a truck and was sentenced to eight years in prison) for there is much to charge to cry in the ruling which sentenced him to prison, and certainly it is absurd to punish an evil act but not intentional crimes with strict severity as deliberate and astonishing cruelty enjoy all sorts of extenuating circumstances. The Argentine relations person linked wrong, committed his terrible error at a time when it caused public alarm , ie at the time that all news media, with few and surprised by the number of accidents fatal, was claiming that the blood on the roads will be paid with blood in prison. This of course has nothing to do with justice, even remotely.
Having said that, I think that if, by the statements of Alvarez, the public alarm status is extended to the friendly dealers and blames the "damn cocaine, and those branches end up suffering the dedicated scare traders night, then my opinion about the Alvarez situation will change radically and I'm going to want it declared Queen of Fist-Fuck the jail of the Roses. ***
saw my movie of the summer: May of Lucky McGee , a kind of update Carrie very unhappy about a girl that falls in dementia and that ends up producing a bloodbath that has got to be considered a horror movie (in fact the DVD edition in Castilian has the awful name The face of horror.) It is one of the most devastating and poignant I've seen in a long time but at the same time is not really depressing, is too beautiful to be. She had seen other works by McGee, director and writer of May - his great chapter of Masters of Horror ( Sick Girl) and The Woods , all disguised love stories Halloween, all lesbian and full of surprising relationships edges.
May I check reviews on the web and, except amateur critics, most will find their buts and failures, if there's a lot of blood at the end that if Carrie was better, that really is not scary (critics have four eggs and was never frightened by anything.) Film critics are so, so, so, so, so chupapijas when writing about horror movies that do not even realize when one seems to be and is not.
I loved Angela Bettis , the protagonist, is like a younger version of Holly Hunter . I like women with face elf. ***
The house where I work has a pair of enormous skylights are usually open during the warmer months. Occasionally some birds, mostly sparrows slip under it to peck crumbs fall during lunch, or just to browse. Last year a female sparrow made a nest in interior trim, an arch above the high ceiling, and there had their young, which we heard chirping insistently for weeks and finally left the nest. This year was the same, but we may be facing a second generation born and raised sparrows inside a house, because This summer was filled with shameless birds, which stand above the monitor while you write, do not seem scared by sudden movements, flowing through the office and no surprise, because at least for us it is good to work in a house full of birds. ***
Montevideo.comm extracted a phrase from a statement by Gaby Alvarez to head a note on your state of mind in prison: "I sat and cried ".... ***
has been celebrated this year as the year that Rocha was discovered, or rather, as the year that a bunch of assholes full of twine found producing Rocha instantly an amazing shortage in rent and minimum consumer goods. A successful, unanimously told the media and those close to the Ministry of Tourism. There
fable that illustrates better the vile spirit of this period of capitalism than that of the goose that lays golden eggs. There is no way that the greed of people understand that the attractiveness of certain things is directly dependent on non-ontological quality of almost non-exploited or exploited. There are hundreds of hierarchy Municipal Rocha and owners of land or houses dreaming turn La Pedrera, Valizas, Cabo Polonio or Atlantic in Punta del Este N º 1, 2, 3 or 4, when the attractiveness of these sites is that precisely are not Punta del Este.
There are two spas in the vast coastline of Rocha-have-or had to become an infrastructure in urban and heavily populated beaches. One is The Crown and the other La Paloma. At first he was assassinated by the dictatorship and the Canal Andreoni, polluting beaches rice residues and dead cows, the second is going to kill democracy (a term paradoxical if one takes into account almost all the inhabitants of La Paloma are against the project) when they build the deepwater port they intend to do in that area. The rest is nothing, but that does not matter to those who can now weight. Something similar
what happened with the calls, it is clear that the appeal of a show and not primarily a visual rhythmic continuity rhythms and trance in which not only toilets but also the public candombe came thanks to that continuity. But someone thought it was a party extendable, stretching, and exploitable full, so the dancers and troupes grew mainly in paid advertising. The result was that the spaces between string and rope drums ridiculous grew to the point that many of the leading dancers do their thing without even listening to the drums, which come after a hundred or two hundred yards full of flags and banners advertising and then those drums are a hundred or more of assholes added to the troupe dancing and further separating the strings of the case. The case is like a rave party the DJ stopped to smoke a cigar every time he ends up spending a topic. But hey, it was workable and will suit any time that the show will develop well. Of course in the middle became a shit and are destined to become as boring, ugly and inherently unpopular (people keep going, but did not enjoy, but that's another topic) and the Corso on 18 July.
That is what is happening, or worse, what has already happened with several of the sites that I like the Rocha coast. I had the opportunity yet to enjoy in its natural state and semi-virgin, do not think anyone to be around fifteen or twenty years to have that opportunity and get to live one of those moments of satori to which only comes where there is none and where it seems that nobody was there. It is not just my misanthropic environmental condition that makes me regret that, it is simply a horrible long-term business.
's not just the fault of the owners, developers and imbecile greed, a huge portion of blame lies with those who supposedly love those places. For example, members of the alternative entertainment Buenos Aires, who, convinced of being the first to arrive in places as accessible as La Pedrera or Valizas not stop screaming from the rooftops, in every fucking note that gives the wonders of these places and how wonderful it was for them to get there. I will not ban or the Pauls or Maitena that guys go to spas Rocha, but would apply a law similar to defending the inhabitants of the Indian Ocean island of Danny Boyle film : if you get here is so good, I also arrived, but not respect this place and let promotions reach only those who really you are looking for. That is, explain to the mega-asshole peeling Cordera that can help your image re-make a tour crazy lysergic by Polonius and tell the Rolling Stone, but that Polonius is not going to do anything good to have a smelly hundred fans of the band trying to play experience. Columbus're not, kind of stupid. Shut your fuck up. ***
I'm about to go on vacation five years ago I do not spend fifteen days out of Montevideo, for eight that did not go an entire week on the beach. I never felt a need so deep psychological and physical vacationing, that mixture of exhaustion and lack of control that you know you can only infallible sedation to calm silence, silence full-sound of cicadas, crickets, the constant growl of the ocean, which becomes obscene even music itself. Today I had my last day at work and at night the muscles, slowly beginning to loosen, they hurt like I've been making braces in recklessly. I'm tired, very tired, I sleep and I want to spend any wonder that I can not imagine. Or at least enough to sleep with peace of mind to dream it.
