Si tu vidrierista fuma...

Y que no digan que la gente de Once no tiene onda.

Cada loco con su tema

Qué fiaca

Barack Obama's amazingly consistent smile from Eric Spiegelman on Vimeo.

Pajarito marroquí

Fes (Marruecos) - Marlboro se fue al diablo

Tiger, tiger, burning bright/ In the forests of the night

Un tipo moderno

From Lausanne 8/15/09 2:59 PM

Trepando al Col de la Faucille

25 km de pura trepada, con 30C de calor.

Anochece en Founex (esa es la luna!)

fotos BA: Luna Park (Narvaez) y Puerto Madero

Alea jacta est

The rolling dice spinning in the air...

If I said you have a beautiful body

En vivo. Engancha con Let your love flow. Ecseleeeente.

Tour de F

Quién será esta vez?:

Denis Menchov?

Christian Vande Velde?

Carlos Sastre?

Alberto Contador?

Lance?

Cadel Evans?

Alguno de los Schleck?

lunch

Un día después

Se sabía: A todo chancho le llega su San Martín.

Apocalipsis

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.  (Revelations 6:8)

Moreno a pata

Hace tres semanas le robaron el auto al Secretario de Comercio Interior y molieron a golpes a su chofer. El Gobierno se ocupó de silenciar todo. (criticadigital)

No es que a uno le parezca bien ni le resulte divertido, no.

Luciano Arruga

Luciano Arruga, 17 años, de La Matanza, desapareció el 31 de enero de 2009. 

Luciano, secuestrado y asesinado a golpes por la policía, en un caso muy similar al de Miguel Bru. Fue visto por última vez destacamento de Lomas del Mirador.  La explicación: parece que entre algunos  ratis está de moda andar ir reclutando chicos para que roben, y Luciano se habría negado. 

Sí, sí. Otra vez esa gran materia prima que compone la Bonaerense.

Asusta la poca radifusión en los medios que tuvo el caso. ¿Será que es otro tipo de inseguridad la que vende más?

Supervideo

Track Bike Times Edit #1 from Matthew Rice on Vimeo.

Mandaste cagada mamado? Los Tarahumara la tienen atada

"Is the man in prison for growing?"

"No, he killed a man at a tesguinada. It wasn't his fault."

"Why not?"

"He was drunk."

This I had read about. The Tarahumara believe that the body and mind are controlled by a group of souls of various sizes and capabilities. When a person drinks tesguino, the biggest soul, the one responsible for the proper functioning of the brain and large physical movements, leaves the body because it doesn't like the sour milky smell. This is why drunks say stupid things and have poor balance and also why a man who kills someone when drunk is not considered responsible for his actions. His main soul had left his body. 

"Usually they don't report killings that happen at tesguinadas," said Randy. "If he killer goes to prison, that leaves two families that need supporting. So what they do instead is make the killer support the victim's family so he has to work twice as hard."

"How often do these killings happen?"

"It's pretty commonplace, unfortunately. The guy who did it usually feels terrible about it the next day".

(God's Middle Finger - Into the Lawless Heart of the Sierra Madre, Richard Grant)

Sobre los Tarahumara, que ademas son grandes corredores de larga distancia, ver esta nota de la Nat Geo.

Carita

Cintas a la basura

Hoy temprano en Once. Un tipo llenando un volq uete de cintas de film. Esas que son como de plástico con agujeritos a los costados. Abría las latas redondas grandes y tiraba el rollo que salía tipo serpentina. Qué curioso.

¿De qué serían?

superbici

Video de bici increible

Texas Toast

Central Park

Manhattan-Brooklyn

Bici desde Pier 84 (Manhattan) hasta Coney Island. 3 hs. y media. Calor y sol, un rato en la playa, visita a Nacho y todo.

Narcocorridos II

A hundred years ago they sang corridos in the Sierra about famous bandits, outlaws, revolutionaries, curent events like the Tomochic rebellion or a particularly bloody feud or a heroic-tragic death. Now the sing narcocorridos about the drug lords, who sometimes commission the songs out of vanity, and events both real and imagined from the lives of drug growers, local bosses, regional traffickers, smugglers, dealers, pilots, assassins. There's a great deal of macho bragging and stancing involved and, despite the accordions and polkas, the music form it most resembles is gangsta rap.

(God's Middle Finger - Into the Lawlwess Heart of the Sierra Madre, Richard Grant)

Un librazo de lo más entretenido.

Vuelta a Manhattan en bici

Honor y devoción

For instance, in one play the palace of Lord Hosokawa, in which was preserved the celebrated painting of Daruma [Bodhidarma] by Sesson, suddenly takes fire through the negligence of the samurai in charge. Resolved at all hazards to rescue the precious painting, he rushes into the burning building and seizes the kakemono, only to find all means of exit cut off by the flames. Thinking only of the picture, he slahes open his body with his sword, wraps his torn sleeve about the Sesson and plunges it into the gaping wound. The fire is at last extinguished. Among the smoking embers is found a half-consumed corpse, within which reposes the treasure uninjured by the fire.

(The Book of Tea, Kakuzo Okakura)

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