Thursday, December 17, 2009
"...Y en ese momento Sherman llevó a cabo un horrible descubrimiento, el mismo que todos los hombres, tarde o temprano, hacen en relación con su respectivo padre. Por primera vez comprendió que el anciano que tenía junto a él no era un padre envejecido, sino un muchacho, un muchacho muy parecido al que había sido él mismo, un muchacho que creció, tuvo un hijo y, lo mejor que pudo, obedeciendo a su sentido del deber y también quizás, por amor, adoptó un papel consistente en Ser Padre, a fin de que su hijo tuviera una figura mítica e infinitamente importante a su lado: la figura del Protector encargado de impedir que se destapara la caja que contenía todas las posibilidades de caos y desastre que la vida podía traer consigo. Y, ahora, ese muchacho, ese buen actor, se había hecho frágil, se había convertido en un ser cansado, mucho más cansado que nunca ante la perspectiva de tener que ponerse otra vez su armadura de Protector, cuando sus hombros ya no tenían fuerza para cargar con ella...".Tom Wolfe. The Bonfire of the Vanities, 1987
Photo: Nedward "Ned Flanders". Brooklyn Bridge Park. Brooklyn. NYC.August of 2007
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Photo: Nedward "Ned Flanders". somewhere in 9th Avenue between 50th and 46th St. Manhattan. NYC. November of 2007
Friday, October 23, 2009
Perplexed, we traveled to Hartford, a city in the state of Connecticut, where the great American writer Mark Twain spent his mature years. Much to our horror, the local residents told us in unison that Hartford was also not genuine America. They said that the genuine America was the southern states, while others affirmed that it was the western ones. Several didn't say anything but vaguely pointed a finger into space. We then decided to work according to a plan: to drive around the entire country in an automobile, to traverse it from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific and to return along a different route, along the Gulf of Mexico, calculating that indeed somewhere we would be sure to find America. We returned to New York, purchased a Ford (transportation in one's own automobile is the least expensive means of travel in the United States), insured it and ourselves, and on a chilly November morning we left New York for America..
Ilya Ilf Arnoldovich Faynzilberg and Yevgeniy Petrovich Kataev , Little Golden America, 1937
Thursday, October 01, 2009
It is the soldier, not the reporter,
Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,
Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier, who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,...
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.
-- Father Dennis Edward O'Brian, USMC
Thursday, September 10, 2009
...Eran las ocho de la mañana cuando puse el pie en la calle, las ocho de la mañana del 11 de septiembre de 2001; justo cuarenta y seis minutos antes de que el primer avión se estrellara contra la torre norte del World Trade Center. Sólo dos horas después, la humareda de tres mil cuerpos carbonizados se desplazaría hacia Brooklyn, precipitándose sobre nosotros en nube blanca de cenizas y muerte. Pero de momento todavía eran las ocho de la mañana, y mientras caminaba por la avenida bajo aquel radiante cielo azul era feliz, amigos míos, el hombre más feliz que jamás haya existido sobre la tierra. " Paul Auster. Brooklyn Follies. 2006.
Photo: Nedward "Ned" Flanders. 11/09/2008. Vesey Street. Lower Manhattan. NYC
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tarde o temprano tenía que pasar. Es la demostración palpable del principio de Peter. Si hombre, aquello de que In a hierarchy every employee tends to rise to his level of incompetence. A la señora le preguntan por la opinión del ex presidente Clinton en un tema concreto -no de su marido- y pasa lo que pasa... ¿Y ésta quería ser Presidenta?
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
"Pitching is the art of instilling fear. Show me a guy who can't pitch inside and I'll show you a loser." Sandy Koufax.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
.Lisa Simpson: Mr. Jefferson, my name is Lisa Simpson, and I have a problem.
Jefferson: I know your problem. The Lincoln Memorial was too crowded.
Lisa Simpson: Sorry, sir. It's just...
Jefferson: No one ever comes to see me. I don't blame them. I never did anything important. Just the Declaration of Independence, the Louisiana Purchase, the dumbwaiter...
Lisa Simpson: Uh, maybe I should be going. I've caught you at a bad time...
Jefferson: Wait! Please don't go. I get so lonely...
From "Mr. Lisa Goes to Washington", the second episode of The Simpson's third season which aired on September 26, 1991. Thomas Jefferson (April 13, 1743 – July 4, 1826) was the third President of the United States (1801–1809), the principal author of the Declaration of independence (1776), and one of the most influential founding Fathers for his promotion of the ideals of republicanism in the United States. Major events during his presidency include the Louisiana Purchase (1803) and the Lewis and Clark Expedition (1804–1806).
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
How many? Four children? Mother and a wife.
Me? No, I've stayed single through a rollercoaster life.
So far, there's only been one woman that I'd ask
In fifteen years.
Sure, I've known a few dark hours since the day you had to go
It took time for me to understand
That a love like ours is something so few ever get to know,
And in learning how to let it be maybe I'm a better man.
Don't hang up yet. It's too soon. You have to go.
But, before you do there's one more thing I think you need to know.
The best part of me is in love with you.
It's nothing that we'd ever have to fear.
'Cause, long ago it seemed I'd never have you near.
So, smile for me, and please don't disappear
For another fifteen years
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
George H.W. Bush Unofficial Memories. -From the 13th episode of The Simpson's seventh season "Two Bad Neighbors".- George Herbert Walker Bush (born June 12, 1924) served as the 41st President of the United States of America from 1989 to 1993.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
And recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his."
Ronald Wilson Reagan (February 6, 1911 – June 5, 2004) was the 40th President of the United States (1981–1989) and the 33rd Governor of California
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
And the three men I admire most,
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught their last train for the coast
The day the music died...
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, this´ll be the day that I die.
On February 3, 1959, a small-plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa, United States, killed three popular American rock and roll musicians: Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Booper as well as the pilot, Roger Peterson. The day was later called The Day the Music Died by Don McLean in his 1971 tribute song about the crash, “American Pie”.
Nota de Flanders: Don McLean no volvió a hacer una canción como "American Pie" en su puñetera vida.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Americanos, vienen a España gordos y sanos,
viva el tronío de ese gran pueblo con poderío,
olé Virginia, y Michigán, y viva Texas, que no está mal.
Os recibimos americanos con alegría,
Olé mi madre, olé mi suegra y olé mi tía.