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Deberían llamarse “procrastimación”… Just a tought.| canciones infantiles que dan miedo | Analí
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Así somos los regios: (via El mito de los regiomontanos | Hazme El Chingado Favor)
“El problema con Monterrey es que desde hace mucho confundió el trabajo con la esclavitud, la diversión con los vicios, el progreso con la depredación, la industria con la irresponsabilidad ambiental, el dinero con la ambición desmedida, el desarrollo con el desorden, el orgullo con la arrogancia, el placer con la frivolidad, hacer negocios con el endeudamiento, la cultura con los conciertos masivos, la riqueza gastronómica con el cabrito y la carne asada.”
Al chile Monterrey es una mierda, y no hay nada de qué estar orgullosos.
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9 months ago
Something’s changing.
Something’s really changing. A revolution has started and I don’t believe anyone is gong to be able to stop it. It feels good to share the revolution, I hope that the person I’m sharing it with feels the same.
I can see now that the long night is finally coming to an end, I see Light now.
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When I moved from Texas to the big scary city I used to lurk around in Chinatown as a form of self soothing. Especially after some intimidating new social experience or challenging living-life adjustment (see: Where the hell do you buy linens? Also, How am I going to carry things home? With my arms… all the way?) I would find comfort stepping across invisible boundary lines into a familiar land of open air groceries and fish-selling men less a few teeth yelling stuff at me. Not possessing the ability to speak Chinese much, I couldn’t supply a very logical reason for feeling this way.
After living here for some time I am incrementally more at home in lots of different neighborhoods in the city, but obviously my care for Chinatown has only deepened. And so, when I saw this picture my brain exploded. These two guys are the essence of what is amazing about Columbus Park in New York City’s Chinatown, a place where old people congregate to jam Peking Opera. Jam hard, too. Their music is not for wimps. It is loud, percussive and strange, full of high-pitched wailing and gender swapping, and sometimes you have to take your shirt off to do it. Also, if you are hipster enough, you might want a tallboy to go with it.
Michael Gratz took this picture last week.
just gonna put this here
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