Friday, January 25, 2008

Yellow Stretchy Mucus Before Period

a matinee



For many years I lived in Wilde, south of Buenos Aires. Among the late forties and early fifties, I did not miss a single feature film Wilde matinee where Wednesday and continuously, giving two episodes of a series of mystery or science fiction that was completed with cartoons, a documentary and news as English NOT DO, Emelco and Movitone American.
Most of these series had been filmed in the late 30's and some at 40. The Shadow character in the film The Shadow of terror eg was an enemy to Tigre Black, a damn that the last chapter, we kept in suspense to see who was and who only knew by his silhouette illuminated by an overhead light and his voice, leaving the head of a tiger. Shadow , wearing low-brimmed hat and black cape, revealing only their eyes, was identified in front of your enemy with a deep laugh (as in horror films) while a deep voice said: " I am the Shadow ". was time we all hoped it would grab a pineapple with the minions of the Black Tiger and how all these characters, always came out unscathed, not even lost the hat. At the end of each episode when the boy or the girl were about to die of a collapse, explosion, fire or were buried by an avalanche of stones, the following Wednesday, the players emerged victorious, brushing the dust from your clothes and returned back to action. We knew we could not die because the heroes never die. The question was how the hell are the is going to arrange for geld of those situations.
As we enjoyed those movies! They were simple, no special effects, with accelerations of camera when he chases with cars or smacks scenes, none of today's technological paraphernalia.
we identified both the character we came to imitate, postures, gestures and phonetic English home, as Carrion boys, teiquidisi, amzorri mister ...

The Phantom Empire, another classic, where the boy was Gene Autry, a singer and a good rider convoy that had gotten in a mess with some guys who lived in the depths of the earth and come to the surface, they had use masks to breathe. Interestingly, the horses did not need them.

And the adventures of Dick Tracy, Detective an angled face which Fontanarrosa had to have been inspired to do Boogy oil, which combat-aunt offenders to death, clean punches, Fu Kun no martial arts or communicated with police cars with radio - watch. Popularized all these characters through comic books, one by one they jump to the silver screen to the delight of the kids and every Wednesday, after the last episode, when the mystery was revealed, waited anxiously to meet our next hero.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

How To Know If I Look Weird

WEDNESDAY

Among the few friends I have, I have the honor of meeting a Uruguayan artisan spirit sensitive to all human expression, which sent me an account of an unknown author sums up the spirit of this blog. Dina Acosta, that's the name my friend, headed his mail with these words:

FOR NOSTALGIC FOR THOSE WHO APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS, YOU DO NOT WANT AWAY FROM WHAT WAS PART OF YOUR LIFE . ..

Before transcribing the chronic, Dina added this comet: Unfortunately no tengo el nombre del autor de ésta nota, pero me hubiera gustado mucho felicitarlo, porque con algunas diferencias, me siento reflejado.
Si no entendés nada o te aburre lo escrito abajo, es que sos muy joven, entonces, hacele feliz el día a tus viejos y dale a leer este magnífico artículo.
NOTA: Hoy 30 de abril de 2009 Dina me confirma que el autor de la nota es nada menos que EDUARDO GALEANO .


VENIMOS DE OTROS TIEMPOS
Lo que me pasa es que no consigo andar por el mundo tirando cosas y cambiándolas by the following model just because someone comes up to add a function or shrink a little. Not so long ago with my wife we \u200b\u200bwashed the diapers Gurises. The hung on the rope with the flukes, the planchábamos, the doblábamos and preparing for re-soiling. And they, our kids, just grown up and had their own children were ordered to throw it all away (including diapers). Unscrupulously were delivered to the disposable! Yes, I know. Our generation always cost him throw. Neither we were very disposable waste! And so we walked through the streets keeping the mucus in your pocket and fat in the dish cloths. And our sisters and girlfriends were managing as best they could with cotton to meet monthly fertility. Nooo! I do not say it was better. What I say is that at some point I got distracted, I fell off the world and now I do not know where it goes. Most likely, it is now, this does not deny it. What happens is that I can not change the stereo once a year, the phone every three months or the computer monitor every Christmas. I keep the cups! I wash the latex gloves that were to be used once! Stack like an old fool the plastic foam trays of chicken! The plastic covered with alpaca live in silverware drawer!
is coming from a time when things were bought for a lifetime. Indeed! Were bought for the life of those who came later! People inherited clocks, Drinking games, lunch boxes and even fabric bowls and dishes spittoons. And it turns out not so long in our marriage, we had more cooking than I had in all my childhood neighborhood and we have changed three times fridge. We are getting screwed! I discovered them. They do it on purpose! Everything is broken, worn, rust, cracks or consumed in a short time we have to change it. Nothing is repaired. Where are the cobblers mending the soles of the socks Nike? Has anyone seen a mattress box springs weeding every house? Who manages the electric knife? Does the grinder or the electrician? Will Teflon tinsmiths or airplane seat to the saddlers? Everything is pulled, all of discarding and meanwhile produce more and more garbage. The other day I read that there was more trash in the past 40 years in the history of mankind. He who has less than 40 years is not going to believe this: When I was a child by my house did not pass the trash! I swear! And I have less than ........... years! All wastes were organic and were to stop the chicken coop, a duck or Rabbits (and I'm not talking about the seventeenth century). There was no plastic or nylon. The rubber just saw the wheels of cars and shooting were not burned them down in San Juan. The few wastes that are not eaten by animals, served as compost or burned. I come out there. And not that there's been better. It is not easy for a poor guy who was raised in the "save and save once can be used for something" going to "buy and discard already has the new model." My head does not stand much. Now my family and my friends' children not only cellular change once a week, but also change the number, email address and even the actual address. Y I prepared myself to live with the same number, the same woman, the same house and same name (and boy, was a name to change it) I was raised to save it. TOO! What they served and what is not. Because someday things could return to servir.Le we gave credit to todo.Sí. I know, we had a big problem: they never told us what things we might serve and what not. And in an effort to save (because we do case) keep up the navel of our first child, the tooth of the second, folders, garden and do not know how not to keep the first poop. How can they understand that people who are clear from cell a few months to buy it? Could it be that when things are not readily available are valued and become disposable as easily be achieved? At home we had a cabinet with four drawers. The first box was for tablecloths and towels, covered the second for the third and the fourth to everything that was not cloth or covered. And we kept. How we kept! Tooooodo we kept it! We kept the counters of soda! What for?! We did bring clean shoes for the front door to take away the mud. Bent and hooked to a rope curtains turned into bars. After the classes you took out the cork, and clavábamos martillábamos A peck to make instruments for year-end party at school. We kept Tooodo! The things we used: blankets, lamps, rollers, needles onduline and primus. And things would never wear. Buttons losing their shirts and reels that ran out were piling thread in the third and fourth drawer. Parts of pens that someday we could return to state. Straws without ink, ink straws without plastic, without the pen caps, pens without the cap. Gas lighters or lighters without losing the spring. Lost springs his lighter. When the world is squeezing the brain to invent lighters were thrown at the end of its cycle, recharge invented disposable lighters. And the Gillette-up halved-sharpener became throughout the school year. And our drawers kept the little keys of the cans of pate or corned beef, just in case that one can come without its key. And the batteries! The batteries of the first Spica freezer went to the roof of the house. Because we did not know whether to keep them warm or cold for them to live a little longer. We resigned ourselves to that end their life, we could not believe that anything less than a jasmine live. Things were not disposable. Were storable. Newspapers! Served for everything: to make templates for the rubber boots to put on the floor on rainy days and above all things to wrap. The times that we learned of a result by reading the paper glued to the hip! And we kept the silver foil chocolates and cigars for Christmas pinitos guides and calendar pages for pictures and remedies dropper if he did not bring any medicine dropper and used matches to light a stove because we could of the volcano from the one that was turned on and the shoe boxes that became the first albums. And the Richmond cigar boxes became belts and posamates and injection vials with rubber caps piled who knows with what intention, and the decks were reused though without any, with the inscription by hand on a sword-sota said "this is a 4 of clubs. " The drawers kept sticks pieces left of clothing and metal hook. While housed rights only pieces waiting to become your other half for another time on a stick. I know what happened to us: we had a hard time declaring the death of our objects. Just as today the younger generation decide to "kill" just appear to stop serving those times were not to declare anything dead. Or Walt Disney. And when we sold scoops ice cream in the lid became base and told us: "Take the ice cream and then pull the cup", we said yes, but minga that we would throw! We put them to live on the shelf of glasses and cups. Cans of peas and peaches turned pots, and even telephones. The first plastic bottles were transformed into ornaments of dubious beauty. The egg cups deposits became watercolors covers Bollone in ashtrays, the first cans of beer corks holders and expected to find a bottle. And bite me for not making a parallel between the values \u200b\u200bthat are discarded and those preservábamos. I will not do! I'm dying to say Today not only are disposable appliances, which also marriage and friendship to be discarded. But it will not make the recklessness of comparing objects with people. Bite me not to speak of identity is lost, the collective memory to be pulling from the past ephemeral. I will not do. I will not mix the issues, I will not say that the perennial have become outdated and obsolete as did perennial. I will not say that the elderly are death states are just beginning to fail in their duties, the spouses are exchanged for newer models, that people who lack any function they are discriminated against or who value the beautiful with glitz and glamor.
This is only a chronic speaking of diapers and cell phones. Otherwise, if you mix it things would have to seriously consider delivering to the witch as part payment of a lady with fewer miles and a new function. But I am slow to navigate this world of reinstatement and run the risk that the witch wins hand me be me ... and delivered.