dianalolli27
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La Catrina, que originalmente es la "Calavera Garbancera" fué creada por José Guadalupe Posadas, hace más de 100 años, en un grabado de metal para criticar a los garbanceros, que eran aquellas personas de origen indígena, pero que pretendían ser europeos. Originalmente no estaba vestida sólo usaba un sombrero, interpretándose como una crítica a la pobreza con que vivían los mexicanos en esa época, como una burla a la clase alta del Porfiriato, ya que en ese entonces se renegaba de sus orígenes. En los primeros comentarios algo más de esta maravillosa Calavera Garbancera... “La Catrina”
Escultores trabajando en las musas del palacio de Bellas Artes años 30s
En Mexico en los años 50’s, ser policía era todo un orgullo, al acercarse navidad y año nuevo la gente les daba regalos.
‘Una soldadera aguerrida y lista para ayudar a su Juan’ del álbum fotográfico sobre el General Álvaro Obregón, México,1920, de la colección Colección abierta
Leaders of North and South Korea pledge “no more war.”
North Korea’s Kim Jong Un and South Korean President Moon Jae-in signed a historic declaration on Friday pledging “no more war” and a common goal of the “complete denuclearization” of the Korean Peninsula.
The leaders also vowed to “cease all hostile acts” and to “transform the Demilitarized Zone into a peace zone.”
Kim and Moon embraced, and Moon said he would visit Pyongyang in the fall.
Read more here.
Free bibles
I left class, went and sat in a bench with my headphones and a cigarette. A man came out of nowhere getting in my face saying something like, “Do you want to go to heaven?” I have headphones in man, what makes you think I want to talk. Thinking it was some sort of weird pick up line I just said, “no thanks” sending him off with my hands. He walked towards the table next to me and asked some boys that had been speaking Spanish where they were from. The boys said Mexico, and turns out this guy was Mexican too- He asked something about them having a moment to talk about God and one of them said, “Just because we’re Mexican we’re automatically religious?”
The man of course, was a prophet-those that go knock on doors, hand out pamphlets and bibles. We’re on a college campus, I would’ve imagined this man, having one sacred mission to complete would’ve thought of some methods to get to young people other than the outdated fear driven arguments that inculcate mediocrity and disbelief. So he ignores the boys comment and starts his speech, in which he scolds both boys and tells them HE knows, HE will decide who gets in and who stays out, Jesus Christ, God, they know who their followers are. The boys, bless their hearts, are patient and eventually get the man off their backs.
I imagine what the conversation would’ve been between the man and I. Since he was so outspoken with the guys at the table, he probably would’ve been the same with me. I would have told him “Yes, Jesus was the ultimate savior of humanity- a hippie cool guy with 12 groupies and the greatest super power of all time in turning water into wine. I don’t discredit the history of the Romans and the Jews and Jesus Christ- I believe in God and heaven. So who the fuck are you prophet of what organization? Everything you’re saying is coming in one ear as shit that I want to throw in your face.” I imagined the guy to be a Jehovah Witness or from a Christian branch, because the Jews and Muslims aren’t scolding people and telling them they won’t be let into heaven- they’re pushing people to create their own heaven here on earth, a life of prosperity and worth of telling to their God once they’re in heaven. It’s nothing against God, it’s against these people that say they’re speaking for God and his Son and go on in ways that caused the Renaissance to be a huge success against the Church, Kings, and corrupt archbishops that maintained the bourgeois and proletariat classes for their benefit.
Anyways, I think that when we die we each go to our ideal heaven. Micheal Jackson may be in his eternal never land estate, I want to just be in a heaven where I can know all the unanswered questions of the universe like, “How did O.j really kill his wife? Did the egg or the chicken come first?” and be able to travel in time to whatever point of humanity’s history I wanted to.
I only could imagine this whole conversation, because I don’t have the guts to get into a discussion with a man that was spending his free time in such a productive way. I could only laugh and sigh at the thought and wish the man luck among a campus full of young skeptical minds that are also bombarded by Planned Parenthood and Green Peace prophets that are predicating for signatures/followers.
Biblia Gratis
Después de clase me senté afuera, con mis audífonos, y un cigarro. Y de repente un vato raro se me acerca,que querrá este?
Me pregunta, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
Chavo traigo los audífonos puestos, que te hace pensar que quiero hablar,o sea?? Le digo, "No thank you" señalando con mis manos que no y que no, que no me ande con sus mamadas,de lo que yo pensaba eran piropos. Se va, y se acerca a unos regios sentados en la mesa de enseguida. Como ya los muchachos estaban hablando español, el vato raro (también hispano) les pregunta que de que parte de México son y así empieza su discurso. Los muchachos incrédulos, "Ah ya porque somos Mexicanos, significa que somos religiosos?"
Pues no era nada mas y nada menos que un predicador. De esos que andan por la calle, tocando puertas, regalando biblias y cosas por el estilo. Y el señor les empieza a preguntar si creen en Dios, y los muchachos casi logran responder antes de que el señor predicador empieza con un verso de la biblia. Procede diciendo que El sabe quienes son sus seguidores, Dios sabe quien lucha por estar en su reino. Los muchachos, al igual que yo, son unos simples universitarios-están en eso de la superación de obtener conocimiento y conocer personas nuevas. Al venir a la universidad, campo centro, este señor tuvo que haber imaginado algún método para platicar con jóvenes, no? Pues no. El señor seguía con sus regaños que quizá hace siglos funcionaba con una población pobre y temerosa de reyes y arzobispos. Los dos muchachos, no se como, mantuvieron la calma y respetuosamente contestaban a cada pregunta hasta que el señor se retiro.
Me imagine como hubiera sido la conversación entre el predicador y yo. Primero, le hubiera preguntado de qué religión era- por lo que escuche yo estaba asumiendo que era testigo de Jehová. Bueno ya que a los muchachos les estaba dando carrilla, diciéndoles cuantos seguidores tiene Jesús, me imagino que conmigo no hubiera sido tan diferente. Me hubiera regañado, y yo le hubiera dicho que esa no es la forma, que por eso ya su organización no tenía seguidores, ya son más los judíos y los musulmanes coño. Porque, déjeme le digo porque: Ellos no mantienen a la gente en miedo, en mediocridad, para ellos el reino de Dios esta aquí en la tierra, enorgullezcan a su Dios, construyan su reino en vida. Y le hubiera dicho, mire pues en sus tiempos Jesús era un hippie cool con groupies y la chingada, salvando a la humanidad-de eso no cabe duda. Y usted quién es? Todo lo que usted "predica" me entra por un oído así como caquita y se lo quiero aventar en la cara señor. Yo creo en Dios, yo creo en un ser Supremo y en la historia de los Romanos y los Judíos y Jesús. Y pienso que cada quien llegara a un "cielo" distinto, por así decirlo. Así que déjese de mamadas- yo cuando me muera espero haber hecho lo suficiente en vida para llegar a un reino en el cual podre obtener las respuestas de todas las preguntas, así como "¿Quien en realidad mato a la princesa Diana,cual fue primero, el huevo o la gallina?" y viajar a cualquier época de la existencia humana que yo desee. Como viajar a la época del renacimiento cuando los predicadores, iglesias, y reyes eran los enemigos- que interesante no.
Me imagine todo esto porque no creo atreverme a hacerlo, solo me quedo carcajearme y pensar en cosas teologicas.
19/09/1985-relief
32 years later
September nineteenth 2017, like every year on this day, there's an earthquake drill going on in Mexico city. A drill turns into reality, and a seismic wave of a 7.1 magnitude shakes the city-physically and emotionally. Videos begin circulating social media and news alerts begin coming in. I send the news out, I turn on the tv at work, I can't believe it. My initial reaction had been of outrage- how is this city still being built with insecure and cheap infrastructure if we all know it's basically on top of two tectonic plates. How can the government, even after the 1985 earthquake, the recent hurricanes, be so incompetent. But as the news developed into today's events of finding children of a kindergarten, a baby, and workers under the rubble, the tears came. I wasn't there, my family is safe, but the images of all the Mexican civilians, of my destroyed Mexico and how the saving of one person caused applause within the crowd was a feeling of relief. A Relief to know that now the Mexican army was there, hospitals were transferring all patients to safety, the government was responding, the people after hours of work, were still there- taking rubble out with buckets and people taking food and water to the workers, people were moving fast and effectively. A Relief to see the earthquake hadn't known what was gonna hit it.
Watch this solidarity- A country of corruption, of broken structures, of a broken economy, but not of broken people
https://youtu.be/sumzBQsdqYA
Natural disasters, just like wars, have a way of testing humanity. The social fabric is weakened or strengthened by forces out of our reach. In every instance I do feel it, the tragedy of Harvey and Puerto Rico, of Bangladesh just weeks ago. But for obvious reasons, I felt this even more. Geographically, many states and countries are prone to natural disasters- one of them being Mexico City, and even so these same states and countries won't always have the best resources to get back up. But in Mexico's case, say what you will of the poverty and of the corruption, there's always a lending hand. Civilians are setting up safe-houses with food and basic necessities-zero NGOs, just a bunch of civilians helping each other out, and in every one of these catastrophic cases solidarity is what counts.
El Sentimentalismo
"Tengo ganas de no tener ganas," como dice el compa Ricky Martin. Y así es esto del amor, no? Es muy bonito cuando sucede, cuando por fin encuentras a tu personita y todas esas mamadas. Y también es muy bonito estar solo, aprender a vivir y hablar con nosotros mismos. Tome un viaje así este verano y os digo, fue algo agradable. Me fui a San Diego, me quede en un hotel chingon con balcón para fumar a gusto, comí bien, camine por la ciudad, fui a turistear. Y observe bastante a los homo sapiens que me rodeaban. Al estar en el exterior, observando, vi a familias-cada uno de sus integrantes conviviendo con sus celulares. Vi parejas besándose, tomando fotos. Vi niños disfrutando de la piscina inundadas con miados de viejos. Pero pensé mucho en lo que hubiera estado haciendo yo en el lugar de ellos, hubiera estado en mi celular para escapar de los que me acompañaban? Y como yo ya estaba en San Diego para escapar de todos, no tenia necesidad de estar en el celular. Estaba sola, conmigo misma. Y recomiendo que todos lo hagan por lo menos una vez en sus vidas- a hacer cosas por si mismos a vivir y reflexionar con las decisiones que han tomado. No soy perfecta, ni lo digo por joder. Lo digo porque al estar allá apenas lo estuve poniendo en practica. Y es difícil- aceptar que la he cagado, que tengo que llorar, que no puedo regresar el tiempo, y que puedo ser feliz y buscar motivos para ser feliz a pesar de las circunstancias. Así es la vida y aunque no tengamos ganas, hay que buscar la manera de empezar a tenerlas. Cuando empece a trabajar, me costaba mucho me daban nervios. Mi papá me decía, el primer paso es el mas difícil, ya empezando no queda de otra mas que terminar. Somos nuestros propios obstáculos-yo quiero vencerme. Y el sentimentalismo, lo dejo para mi próximo viaje.
Storage Space
There was a little traffic jam the other day because of construction, and I said hey they might build a little super market or a restaurant. I pass five storage facilities on my commute every day, guess what they were building. Another storage facility for people to store more junk in. I get it, there's moving around, people need more space because apartments are tiny, etc. But how much junk do we all really need- so much that we pay for a unit to store it in for a monthly fee.
This curious human phenomenon even has its own show, "Storage Wars." Where one man's junk becomes another man's treasure- after he dies or disappears and then we auction it off and make some money off his most prized possessions. It's a great business model.
According to the Storage Business Owners Alliance there’s “$25 billion in annual revenue, self-storage is an industry that exceeds the revenue of Hollywood-In 2014, 90 percent of all self-storage spaces across the US were occupied (a record high)." We can build hundreds and thousands of units for people to put their porn, skeletons, fishing rods, most valued possessions, dusty stuff they don't want to expose, and here are humans carrying their lives with them. It's amazing how much we think we need- we love consuming and wasting then abandoning things we don't need. Is it a kind of hibernation, preparation for an Apocalypse? A security or privacy issue? A fear of hoarding in our own homes, so we take it elsewhere to let it rot? Was it the idea of frustrated cave men that couldn't have their enemies’ bones scattered around the hut because of their wives? Whatever it may be, I hope to never need a storage unit- I’ll donate stuff, sell it, whatever.
Just today I was on the light rail observing how the homeless walked along the river, with their tents set up, belongings scattered or on their backs. I remembered an old episode of The Simpsons where Krusty the Clown's sideshow Bob gets out of jail and goes to live in his storage unit for $2 a week and plots revenge against Krusty. I could afford that, accumulate some junk while I'm there, auction it off, buy a high-end tent with the money and go live by the river.
Vegans and other Aliens
Everything is so careful now, so healthy. So free of parabens, free of gluten, free of fat, free of taste. Careful not to let your kids play in the dirt, careful not to let them watch TV, careful not to let them eat sugar, careful not to let them play with Barbies or be "gender conformative." Vegan this, vegetarian that. They're all aliens to me, delicate little daisies that landed to make this a Martha Stewart Utopia planet.
We live in a hypersensitive world.
Frankly, I'm not to fond of it. I'm sick and tired of people at the restaurants I work in ask me if a corn tortilla is gluten-free, and if we have a gluten-free menu, if we use organic vegetables, if the chicken was treated with love, if the chicken was a good vegan fed chicken and shit like that. Whatever the fuck happened to eating like a real human, eating protein, hearty meat that actually helps build character and not hippie-ass attitudes that cherry pick every "scientific study"' and political correctness innuendo. You are what you eat, as they say. The sensitivity is much more prominent than I had seen before or heard of. I know accepting change is necessary to survive, if we don't change we die- but what about the kids?! The incoming generation of coddled and gluten-free creatures of frailness and weak immune systems because their mothers wouldn't let them play in the dirt.
And it's not just in the new food trends, it's in Facebook and other social media platforms, college campuses and in society in general. I myself have conformed to the sensitivity of others, never posting, never presenting arguments, reading comments on how offended people are, and staying away. I'm not criticizing the snowflakes, I'm criticizing all the people that take offense to anything and everything. As Chuck Palahniuk said in his 1990 Fight Club novel , “You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone and we are all part of the same compost pile.”
As for my experiences on my college campus, it is liberal fascism and irrationality across the board. This new trend of individuals who are open-minded/liberal/accepting being equivalent to them being intelligent and superior is tiring. They make up facts and are praised by professors for thinking "out of the box" and "defending minorities." I'm not saying that's wrong-stand up for what you believe in with critical arguments and facts. Not feelings and tendencies to commit fallacies of every sort. I only say this because I am a part of the minority, and a liberal open-minded student said I was saying something offensive and that I should think about how the minorities must feel. What a load of shit. If you must know what my comments consisted of, I was defending the first amendment rights we all hold in the U.S, including the people who took part in the Black Lives Matter Movement and people who go out in the streets with their KKK clans/groups. You can't defend one and annihilate the other-that's the oppression and feeling of hate you fear so much. We can't protest for hate or racism to end, we can't legislate feelings- it's human nature to loath and hate for nonsensical reasons. It's human nature to complain and then write about it to keep from hurting everybody else's feelings-because you're all pretty little daisy's I can't step on and there's nothing I can do about it except whine like a hippie little shit.
Cilla and Maggie, Mexico, 1992 © Carlos Rene Perez
Today in News History: On Nov. 29, 1963, President Lyndon B. Johnson appointed a commission headed by Chief Justice Earl Warren to investigate the assassination of President Kennedy.
The Warren Commission’s report was released to the public almost a year later on Sept. 27, 1964. It stated that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone in killing the president and injuring Texas Governor John Connally. The report also stated that Jack Ruby acted alone in killing Oswald in the basement of the Dallas police headquarters on Nov. 24, 1963. The findings of the report have been challenged to this day.
All photos are from the Newseum collection:
White House reporter Sid Davis’s personal copy of the Warren Commission’s report
An excerpt of the report underlined by Davis
The Monday Sept. 28, 1964 front page of the New York Herald Tribune, the day after the report was made public