Cinematic orchestra - All that you give

Directo al corazón, el arte del video es fantastico, el corrimiento de cuadros, el rojo y el negro, la banda tocando, todos solos en ese lugar.

Reflexión

The idea that two distinct
elements are combined in
Mona Lisa's smile is one
that has struck several
critics. They accordingly
find in the beautiful
Florentine's expression the
most perfect representation
of the contrasts that
dominate the erotic life of
women; the contrast
between reserve and
seduction, and between the
most devoted tenderness
and a sensuality that is
ruthlessly demanding—
consuming men as if they
were alien beings.
—SIGMUND FREUD, LEONARDO
DA VINCI AND A MEMORY OF
HIS CHILDHOOD, TRANSLATED
BY ALAN TYSON

Modern Times 2

La mejor escena de la película. El dialogo y la acción encajan perfecto. El personaje es bombardeado por una nueva perspectiva y la siente en carne propia.
Su propio bautismo.
Tyler Durden es uno de los personajes más memorables de la historia del cine, Brad Pitt le dio una veracidad increible.

Modern Times 1

Muestra en forma condensada la desazón de la vida moderna, y la alegría ofrecida en forma estructurada y con edulcorante.
Una critica increible al consumismo.
"Cut the foreplay and just ask", jajaaj

Perfume - The Story of a Murderer (Das Parfum) Trailer

Por lo de ayer ;)....

Daft Punk @Bue Fest Argentina

Con el PLACER de haber estado alla y la alucinante piramide extraterrestre

Despues de una Salida IV (Desayuno)

Llegamos con Mariano a un Mc´Donalds para tomarnos un desayuno para sacarnos algo de la resaca antes de irnos a nuestras casas a dormir.
Las chicas que atendían en Mac habían cambiado su uniforme, a uno hecho por una diseñadora de renombre. Sinceramente, se veían igual.

Che Gas, mirá a esa pareja. Que increíble, no?. Me dijo Mariano.
Enfrente de nuestra mesa había una pareja notoria, un chico que parecía de bajos recursos materiales e intelectuales de unos 25 años de edad, con una chica de proporciones superiores a la media que parecía de otra clase social y de con otros recursos intelectuales.

-Estaría bueno saber como se conocieron no?- dije

-Mira...para mi esa pareja debe ser complementariamente extraña. Veamoslo así: Tanto el chico como la chica tienen sus desventajas notables frente al standard.
Rapidamente podria decirte que esa pareja va a durar hasta que el se avive o hasta que ella supere sus traumas.
Marian, creo que tenes razon acertaste en tu analisis del caso. Seguis mi teoria de que las personas y las parejas son fruto de las circunstancias particulares. Si esas circunstancias cambian en forma considerable para uno de los dos entonces puede que todo se termine.

Miramos para otra de las mesas y había dos chicas, tambien desayunandose. Una era una morocha de piel clara, cara muy linda y enfrente había una pelirroja que ahi andaba. Por la cara de mi amigo, coincido en que ambos queríamos desayunarnos a ellas.

Estaban sentadas en una mesa de cuatro, lo que era perfecto.

-Esta rco el café que tomás=, le pregunte a la chica de piel clara.
Me miro sonriendo y dijo. “Si, maso, en realidad estoy tomando para despertarme un poquito?
Si, nosotros estamos igual, totalmente para eso. Te molesta si nos sentamos un rato con Uds.
Todo bien sentate tranquilo me respondió.

Me sente enfrente de ella y Mariano se sento enfrente de la otra.
Ella tenía ojos de zafiro azul.

-------Jeanne d'Arc-----------

In such conditions, where
half the battle was handto-
hand, concentrated into
a small space, the spirit
and example of the leader
counted for much. When
we remember this, it
becomes easier to
understand the astonishing
effect of Joan's presence
upon the French troops.
Her position as a leader
was a unique one. She was
not a professional soldier;
she was not really a soldier
at all; she was not even a
man. She was ignorant of
war. She was a girl dressed
up. But she believed, and
had made others willing to
believe, that she was the
mouthpiece of God.
—VITA SACKVILLE-WEST,

CRIS, que lejos que estás.

------------CRISTINA----------------

Mientras mas gastas en verte mas linda (botox, cirugias, cremas, gimnasios) y más gastas en vestirte con ropa de diseñadores para levantarte tu autoestima desastrosa mas fea te ves a los ojos de todos nosotros que te vemos como una cascara vacía peligrosa, que en este ultimo tiempo no hiciste mas que viajar por el mundo como "primera ciudadana" y que para nuestra desgracia probablemente vas a ser nuestra presidenta.
Quisieras ya ser de la estatura politica e intelectual de Clinton, Bachelet, Merkel o Rice pera sabes en tu intimidad que no lo sos y que tu marido te tiene que dejar el puesto en bandeja.
Ayer en el coloquio de IDEA ver y escuchar tu discurso fue super decepcionante, totalmente una farsa, una impostura.
Pobre Argentina, pobres Nosotros.
Una pena que la primer mujer presidente del pais tengas que ser vos.

MITO DE NARCISO

When her time was come, that nymph most fair brought forth a child with whom one could have
fallen in love even in his cradle, and she called him Narcissus. . . . Cephisus's child had reached his
sixteenth year, and could be counted as at once boy and man. Many lads and many girls fell in love with him, but his soft young body housed a pride so unyielding that none of those boys or girls dared to touch him. One day, as he was driving timid deer into his nets, he was seen by that talkative nymph who cannot stay silent when another speaks, but yet has not learned to speak first
herself. Her name is Echo, and she always answers back. . . . • So when she saw Narcissus wandering through the lonely countryside, Echo fell in love with him and followed secretly in his steps. The more closely she followed, the nearer was the fire which scorched her: just as sulphur, smeared round the tops of torches, is quickly kindled when aflame is brought near it. How often
she wished to make flattering overtures to him, to approach him with tender pleas! • The boy, by
chance, had wandered away from his faithful band of comrades, and he called out: "Is there anybody here?" Echo answered: "Here!" Narcissus stood still in astonishment, looking round in every direction. . . . He looked behind him, and when no one appeared, cried again: "Why are you avoiding me?" But all he heard were his own words echoed back. Still he persisted, deceived by what he took to be another's voice, and said, "Come here, and let us meet!" Echo answered: "Let us meet!" Never again would she reply more willingly to any sound. To make good her words she
came out of the wood and made to throw her arms round the neck she loved: but he fled from her, crying as he did so, "Away with these embraces! I would die before I would have you touch me!" . . . Thus scorned, she concealed herself in the woods, hiding her shamed face in the shelter of the leaves, and ever since that day she dwells in lonely caves. Yet still her love remained firmly rooted in her heart, and was increased by the pain of having been rejected. . . . • Narcissus had played with her affections, treating her as he had previously treated other spirits of the waters and the woods, and his male admirers too. Then one of those he had scorned raised up his hands to heaven and prayed: "May he himself fall in love with another, as we have done with him! May he too be unable to gain his loved one!" Nemesis heard and granted his righteous prayer. . . . • Narcissus, wearied with hunting in the heat of the day, lay down here [by a clear pool]: for he was attracted by the beauty of the place, and by the spring. While he sought to quench his thirst, another thirst grew in him, and as he drank, he was enchanted by the beautiful reflection that he saw. He fell in love with
an insubstantial hope, mistaking a mere shadow for a real body. Spellbound by his own self, he remained there motionless, with fixed gaze, like a statue carved from Parian marble. . . . Unwittingly, he desired himself, and was himself the object of his own approval, at once seeking and sought, himself kindling the flame with which he burned. How often did he vainly kiss the treacherous pool, how often plunge his arms deep in the waters, as he tried to clasp the neck he saw! But he could not lay hold upon himself. He did not know what he was looking at, but was fired by the sight, and excited by the very illusion that deceived his eyes. Poor foolish boy, why vainly grasp at the fleeting image that eludes you? The thing you are seeking does not exist: only turn aside and you will lose what you love. What you see is but the shadow cast by your reflection; in itself it is nothing. It comes with you, and lasts while you are there; it will go when you go, if go you can. . . .
• He laid down his weary head on the green grass, and death closed the eyes which so admired their owner's beauty. Even then, when he was received into the abode of the dead, he kept looking at himself in the waters of the Styx. His sisters, the nymphs of the spring, mourned for him, and cut off their hair in tribute to their brother. The wood nymphs mourned him too, and Echo sang her
refrain to their lament. • The pyre, the tossing intorches, and the bier, were now being prepared, but
his body was nowhere to be found. Instead of his corpse, they discovered a flower with a circle of white petals round a yellow centre.
—OVID, M E T A M O R P H O S E S

----PLAYFUL------

Apparently the possession of
humor implies the
possession of a number of
typical habit-systems. The
first is an emotional one: the
habit of playfulness. Why
should one be proud of
being playful? For a double
reason. First, playfulness
connotes childhood and
youth. If one can be playful,
one still possesses something
of the vigor and the joy of
young life . . . • But there
is a deeper implication. To
be playful is, in a sense, to
be free. When a person is
playful, he momentarily
disregards the binding
necessities which compel
him, in business and morals,
in domestic and community
life. . . . • What galls us is
that the binding necessities
do not permit us to shape
our world as we please. . . .
What we most deeply
desire, however, is to create
our world for ourselves.
Whenever we can do
that, even in the slightest
degree, we are happy. Now
in play we create our own
world. . . .
—PROFESSOR H . A .
OVERSTREET, INFLUENCING
HUMAN BEHAVIOR

Blonde Redhead - 23

Enjoy.

Despues de una salida III (S-I-S-I-F-O)

Luis trabajaba en una fabrica de claves por el conurbano. Tenía que tomarse un tren y dos colectivos.

La fabrica era menos sexy y más desagradable que el clavo, las caras de sus compañeros y las discusiones futbolisticas le traían repulsión. No soportaba ver un diario "Ole" cerca.

La realidad es que Luis habia tenido mala suerte y no se cuido. Precoz sexualmente en su juventud, se acostaba con cualquier joven que estuviese disponible. Simplemente tenía un fuego interno que lo devoraba por dentro, ahora tenía que soportar millones de clavos clavandosele en la cabeza.

Y asi, fuera de las publicidades de Quilmes y de la linea Ser, transcurre la mayoria de las vidas de la gente que ves en la calle, lejos de ser excitante es tan aburrida como un clavo.

The Blood Brothers - Spit Shine your Black Clouds

Una canción sobre la vida moderna.

you're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass.
john lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags.
spit shine your black luck now, baby.
you turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk.
everything is war and who's fucked their way to the top.
but they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.
you're working on a cruise serving caviar to the cruel.
they repossessed your heart; you're making payments on your face, too.
spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
and what if your religion turns out to be a cruel joke, and you're fucked beyond all hope?
gonna spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
first you stayed in bed all day and walked around all night.
then you threw your phone away and slept beneath the freeway underpass.
your mother slit her throat after your father's heart attack.
and you've got two little sisters still in school.
what'cha gonna do? what'cha gonna do?
just sit and watch the ships loading their freight
and pale pelicans feeding their young and grasp at the barbarically charming sun.
out on the weekend talked your way out of a first date.
said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late.
spit shine your black luck now, baby.
fall asleep to the tv-the cops are talking tough
to the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home.
but they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.
once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire sun.
took you back to her apartment, told you everything you did wrong.
spit shine your black luck.
spit shine your black luck.
the sky's so desolate like flesh on a skull-shaped balloon.
you sit in bed writing love letters to yourself.
no black ink on the black paper, baby.
stare at the ceiling, fall into dreamless sleep.
day climbs your chimney, taps you on the shoulder blade,
"spit shine your black clouds now, baby."
all your best friends grow up to be successful actresses.
all your bitter enemies died of liver failure in kent, washington trailers.
all your brothers made babies until their brains turned brown.
the world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud.

Toothbrush Man

Caracteristicamente Japones :)

Neon Blonde, 'Headlines'

Neon Blonde is the alter ego of Blood Brothers Vocalist Johnny Whitney and drummer
Mark Gajadhar. Unlike the often frantic and frenzied songs of the duo's other band, Neon Blonde is a much more eclectic, dancey and melodious venture, which touches on the art-rock tunes of Brian Eno and early David Bowie. The Seattle band's debut Dim Mak album "Chandeliers in the Savanna" is a collision of elements -- rickety old drum machines, chiming guitars, pugilistic drum breaks, slinking pianos and Whitney's characteristic falsetto wail leading over the top. Those familiar with Whitney's former bands, The Vogue and Soiled Doves (the former having released its first album and garnered "bands to watch" praise from Alternative Press while the group was still in high school) will hear elements of the dark melodies of that group, which later splintered into the Blood Brothers and The Chromatics. But Neon Blonde brings a refreshing experimental edge to its songs, which results in a charming pastiche of styles and sounds

Fuente: neonblondemusic.imeem.com/

---------Despues de una Salida. Segunda Parte-------

Luis termino de fumar y se sento. Tenía el reflejo del humo en las pupilas. La aspirada le había quemado un poco el pecho pero lo dejo con esa buscada sensación de adormecimiento.

-Che, Fede, hoy cuando fui a encarar a la morocha que estaba en la barra no me fuiste a secundar, dejaste a la mina, a la amiga sola. Ella estaba con tremenda cara de culo.- dijo Mariano.

-Pero vos antes de ir a encararla me preguntaste si queria ir de segundo con la otra, o sea no me podes reclamar nada. Además vos vas con cualquiera, ellas no daban para nada y ni estando en pedo.

- Para, o sea, estabamos al pedo alla y era lo que había. Yo me quise ir a distraer un poco, hablar tres boludeces.

-Esta bien, pero a vos eso te cierra, y a mi no. No tengo necesidad de concretar nada en una noche si no tengo ganas.

-Ok.

Si, Mariano, es un tema personal.- dije.

-A mi me parece medio al pedo ponerse a pensar demasiado en el boliche, o sea, ya que estas adentro , juga. Si ella te mira, ya te dio la señal para que avances. Yo no pienso en otra cosa, para quedarme parado sin hacer nada me voy a mi casa. - contesto Mariano.


Luis estaba silenciosamente sentado, abstraído vaya a saber uno en que. De repente se paro y se dirigio a la cocina.

Neon Blondes -The future is a mesh stallion

LSD Video.

The Blood Brothers - Ambulance vs. Ambulance

La canción es increíble, el video puede ser algo shockeante.

"Composición"

Una maestra de escuela primaria les pide a los alumnos una composicion -tema abierto- que contenga 4 puntos.
a- Sexo
b- realeza
c- religion
d- interrogacion.
y uno termino en 1 minuto. Su composicion fue:

" Se cogieron a la Reina....!!!! Dios mio....!!!! Quien fue...? "