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October 30, 2007
October 29, 2007
In the Sisterhood of .com
Talk was cheap and categorical at a Brazilian blog. Google.com, a.k.a. http://www.google.com/ had changed its Page Ranking to punish blogs that collect too many bloglinks, especially fake reciprocal ones, a practice recognized in the Blogosphere as farming.
There were two problems in the Brazilian reasoning. First, a tool or tools created for the Brazilian blogosphere written by Brazilians linked to this blog, wouldn't recognize my Universo Anárquico while I did use these blog tools for Brazilians only. Their claim was I am not Brazilian. The real discussion lies in what a Page Ranking, Google's creation, is for. This discussion is irrelevant to you, my reader, unless you want to know how complex a blogger's duties aside from writing are.
Page Ranking is the measure a blogger has to gauge her popularity and see how much she can make out of AdSense, one of Google's ad system, the other one being AdWorks.
Google.com is a corporation whose headquarters lie in Mountain View, California. Corporations, my friends, know no frontiers. Its center in the USA, it would be unconstitutional to discriminate people by national origin. A pearl of chauvinistic Brazilian thinking went, "We don't need Bolivian workers; Brazilians go to the USA to work." It was indeed very hard to have and keep Brazilian citizenship. Although the three former Guyanas speak languages different than Portuguese or Spanish, they are ignored in favor of a Continent whose center is in Miami.
In a survey conducted by most always excellent
Marcus Nunes about xenophobia, religion and money, the USA and Saudi Arabia held the distinguished position of theocracies pornographically rich, contrary to African countries, very faithful to their gods and horribly poor. As to xenophobia, Brazil and the USA tied at 72% distaste for foreign labor. Here is the link to this fascinating study.
The last sentence strikes gold: 'Brazilians don't want Bolivians in the same way Americans don't want immigration. Is it the case that chili pepper in someone's behind is another's delight?' Free translation of main idea by yours truly, once a lousy translator by trade. Are we still together?
Two countries that are rich and theocratic are the USA and Saudi Arabia. Brazil is xenophobic and so are liberal Canada and the USA. I loved Marcus' findings. and that is where work beyond writing begins. Say what, Tina?
October 28, 2007
SAMOHI - The Hydra with Six Heads
I just finished reading a letter of a mom to SAMOHI-Pals. She complains about the 3-4 hours of homework her child gets daily, including Saturday and Sunday, from teachers at SAMOHI. I second that motion, and add to it the slow turn over of corrected pieces back home. What I mean is when you find out your child got a string of Fs in October, it's practically springtime, in some cases.
Santa Monica High School has turned quite a few students in success stories. Most of the ones I know and taught in Elementary were identified gifted not by bean-counting state tests but by me. We could at this school use the criterium of language minority for both groups: English and Spanish speakers. A Chicano boy who couldn't write was a genius. He'd be tied to the leg of a table had there been a State test consensus only.
SAMOHI has over three thousand students. Since last year they have a Chief Ed. Officer Principal, visible during nutrition and lunch, a former principal in Los Angeles, and a musician from a family of twelve, quite fond of the P.A. system, so I'm told. The school or hydra as I prefer to see it, has six schools or houses with a principal each.
The students have teachers from different houses. They run constantly from one house to the other. Would you think the teachers know what another teacher assigns for homework? Sometimes they don't know what they have assigned or start the next semester with a lot with lots of fun during spring; that's testing season, after all. The school year is a lot shorter than 182 days.
In my son's case the problem wasn't three or four hours of daily homework. The problem was endless hours of supervised homework. He has a vision problem, he has reading discrepancies, Nic and I are kind of first generation Americans, GHR was raised listening to Portuguese and speaking English with his own foreign accent. He's a daydreamer who feels stimulated in high level classes, as all students do, according to Eric Jensen. He loves French but having a beautiful accent and saying pour l'instant doesn't mean he knows verb tenses.
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October 27, 2007
To Shear the Fleece
Last night we went to visit a French quasi-bistro, quasi-restaurant to treat our son to his favorite food: French food. Here are the photos of the French, who are closet Latinos to me, just a tad more sanguinary. And of me, back to black hair after my roots were showing for ages.
"Yes, I am fat. Tomorrow I shall not be fat, but you'll still be ugly." That is a variation of a Churchill quote.
Take the title as you please. GHR got his fleece sheared. So now, the loves of my life and one photo of me and the French. Tina Oiticica Harris, the two French from the south.
R. got a braid somewhere. GHR got glasses and braces, a few zits. Tomorrow we go celebrate his birthday at the Museum by USC. And this photo is of my "true love, for if it dies it wasn't love," in a free variation of Nelson Rodrigues' saying.
Nicolas F.Rouquette, sometimes irascible from exhaustion, sometimes sermonizing his thoughts out loud, can be found on Google under Remote Agent, the software that opened the series "New Millennium" for NASA. He's my husband and the father of our most elaborate and exquisite creation. Together they drive me nuts. The French joke will be for tomorrow. With you GHR and Nic: Check out Nic's sh*-eating near grin of pride
for our son. Click to enlarge and enjoy.
Another Brown Sunset Day in Sunny California
The verdict is out, loud and clear. We're having foreclosures and will have more, marching their way into the affluent westside. Source: breakfast reading of the Los Angeles Times. Breakfast: fake bacon, fake egg, grapefruit, tomatoes and butter lettuce. Some coffee. I am exhausted. Already. Yesterday was an intensive day; productive yet exhausting. We met about my mother; about our son's special ed. needs, a meeting we had awaited to go our way for almost three years. The caveat in this wait is the inability of special ed. to cater to kids whose IQ is very high but are performing below their potential. We did some HW and the meeting went fine, in a mostly amiable ambiance.
The last meeting was a stop worth stopping for. My gyn knows an endocrinologist whose methods combined to Weight Watchers group talk can reduce my weight, condition new eating habits and educate me towards a new perspective on food. This was a long meeting, filled in the end with a gift package.
I can feel the pain of displacement here in California, the fires are still a possible threat. Natural disasters elsewhere are worse. Talking of natural disasters, the talking heads were here, at the edge of the abyss, but prudently didn't step ahead. A photo of grey noon, when snow-like specs filled the air. Click to enlarge, please.
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October 25, 2007
What Beautiful Sunset - Crepúsculo de Cubatão
In the mid-eighties the hippest ever nightclub opened in Rio. Its name was "Crepúsculo de Cubatão," or Cubatão Sunset. Cubatão, in São Paulo state, held the infamous claim to the Guiness Book of Records as one of the most polluted cities in the world.
Ah, what sunsets it had -- and Los Angeles did too.
I thought about "Crepúsculo de Cubatão" last night, as the sun set behind the trees and the sky was tinged reddish, orange, the sun the size of a supersizeme round party platter. I have some cell. phone pictures to share here.
The enterpreneur who named the club struck a genius chord. The club was all black, the drinks were kamikazes, really strong ones, the clientele consisted of Anglophones and beautiful Cariocas clad in black with a touch of metal. We called ourselves the "dark" movement or generation. The music was Joy Division, Killing Joke, Billy Idol,The Smiths, U2 and the likes. I guess when the concept reached the USA it was renamed "Goth." Rio most often received the music from the UK before the USA did. Here, when I went to the craziest frat party in my life, on Halloween, at all-male dorm Touton Hall, I was scorned and told they played American only. That was 1985, the year of misconstrued "Born in the USA."
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October 24, 2007
Californians are Unpatriotic -- via CNN's DejàVJay
Howdy, partner. I'll try not to sound so fer shur Californian. This was happenstance as I don't open blogs these days, I have been kind of unwell and busy about my private life, I'm sorry about that.
I had just gone to my Google News page, realized the flares are blazing and our travails are treated as if they were show business.
Check this old saw in the Daily Kos. I told you I am running behind.
Unpatriotic Californians.
As very patriotic Ronald Reagan, you know, the guy who brought down the Berlin Wall, all by himself, and Richard Nixon, whose presidential libraries are in unpatriotic Orange County, I hope this hopeless saw has at least an apology to us Americans in California. All of us born or not in beautiful America.
Later. I got to read for a while. On-line with big pictures.
Stuff, California Firestorms, Population Displacement
I have just finished reading a few feeds through Google News. Actually, always opposing pornographic wealth and greed, I welcome all of you who send a "boo" to the author of the Harry Potter series. Why "reveal" now Dumbledore is gay? Why not before, when my child was nine years old?
This story goes with "A new sucker is born everyday." Repeal it. Boo the millionaire's (from rags to riches) obvious greed. Boo her, J.K. Rowlings, for this ought to be a despicable ploy to trigger the attention of teenagers whose attention span is no longer with Harry Potter. Ruin the magic for a possible new generation.
The air is hard to breathe. There are two occasions when I remember this kind of "snow" we see. One was after the Simi Valley trial of the police officers who beat and tased Rodney King. The ashes after the riots looked like snow, tiny specs in the air, a really exquisite æsthetic effect of beauty until they caught in your throat. The second time was in "Shindler's List" when the ashes were from war victims's cremains.
The firestorms takes up an area half the size of the disaster area of New Orleans, so I read. Displacement is going on in five different counties, San Diego the worst. Two people have died and the injured are mostly firemen.
See that and more at the Los Angeles Times on-line coverage. And leave Dumbledore alone. The Los Angeles Times, please click. We live in a situation where Malibu, the closest community impacted, has fire damaged homes, road and schools. Webster Elementary smells of burn. Santa Monica-Malibu Unified School District's Superintendent Talarico will make an effort to visit the site in person. There goes the Santa Monica voters' BB money (a megabond effort originally meant to fix SAMOHI's architectural decrepitude.) From SMPTSA feed.
The focus here in California, despite the number of people who had to leave their homes so they could breathe is home insurance and property values. Do you sit on a home mortgage valued at over 300K, generally in the median of 540 K ? The mortgage imbroglio will be huge.
Do you sit in expensive shacks like these? Do you, fellow Americans? So you can "commune with nature" more closely?
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October 23, 2007
Michelle Shocked Is Back
Many times I write about the need to distinguish the person from the persona. Michelle Shocked is back with a beautiful spiritual. I followed all of her career until her disappearing act. We met at a small guitar store. Somewhere in the house I have her autographs and Arkansas Traveler poster.
I guess she can still qualify for the Americana "label" I commented on yesterday on B12 Solipsism's blog. The person is spiritual, the persona on this video reminds me of ole Michelle.
From mshocked on YouTube, a new song.
October 22, 2007
Who Is Anarchic_Universe and Other Stuff
Anarchic_Universe is me. I don't know how to classify my blog. I am beyond classifications myself. Like everyone in the planet, maybe in the Universe, sipping coffee at Bar 42, I'm idiosyncratic, unpredictable, incogitable, click for Thesaurus explanation.
Anarchic_Universe has a few recurring themes. Near zero comments, a small budget and a few Adsense ads in Universo Anárquico. It's a product of teen blogs, grown-ups on the Net and little experience handling technology post 1990-2000. Some Latex in black screen for my thesis on Paulo Freire, 1987. He was a revolutionary hands-on educator.
Pedagogy of the Oppressed. Click and enjoy on a rainy day.
It was José Oiticica, one of my mother's uncles, who was an anarchist, linguist and esperanto believer. A philologist, to be exact. The names of these blogs, Universo Anárquico and Anarchic_Universe are a tribute to him and to all the Leite e Oiticicas, my branch in this family. He is the Leite e Oiticica I admire the most.
Later on, I decided to blog about Hélio Oiticica, please click, after I realized some people think Hélio was 120 years old and a participant in the inspiring Semana de Arte Moderna of 1922, led by São Paulo brothers Mário and Oswaldo de Andrade, Tarsila do Amaral in visual arts and others. The movement of 1922 was Anthropophagite; just a college word for Cannibals. Van Gogh was labeled a self-cannibal for having chewed his own ear. The Semana de 1922 had taken body before 1922. Meaninful art is like a viral message buzzing all over the world. There can't be a copyright on the urge to communicate, create and share ideas.
Who is Hélio Oiticica? C'mon, share your views here, please?
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October 20, 2007
Green Day - Gutter Punks- Your Child Could Become One
Green Day's American Idiot song, released in 2004, remains tops in describing the pathology involving our society. American Idiot the album portrays American families with teens or twenty-somethings under their broken wings. American Idiot the album seems to have been the first recording of the struggle of an American lower middle class single parent family with a reality of doom for high school drop-outs. Nowadays there are no jobs even for college graduates. The appeal of the album is universal as unemployment strikes the world thru globalization.
Some say Billie Joe Armstrong spent a couple of weeks roaming around the Bay Area to catch the vibe for this touching depiction of our youth while others see a touch of autobiography in the creation of Jesus of Suburbia, Saint Jimmy, and What's-Her-Name.
The album portrays social phenomena referred to as ghetto punks(the poor regardless of color), or gutter punks. The latter are younger than ever, ten year-olds, roaming the streets, highly self-destructive and hopeless.
There's not much new in depicting the lost children of broken homes. Axl Rose did it in "Mr. Brownstone", a song about addiction and abandoned buildings on Western Avenue, next to Holywood. I remember seeing the children, tattooed and drugged, roaming Hollywood Boulevard. Before that, others, such as Allen Ginsberg, lamented the fate of our youth albeit in a different context.
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There's a Limit to Pain, Is There?
I hate to be absent from my blogs, but there is a limit to pain involved in the artistic production. I've been in pain for all sorts of reasons. Maybe tomorrow ergonometry will pave the way to less pain. I'll be back then, still on my reduced hours. There are many stories to choose from in my worderfully disorganized archive. Enjoy an Anarchic_Universe wealth of topics and zany humor. Not to mention my links, hot links, of finest blogging and sites.
I wish I could, but it's feet up time.
October 18, 2007
October 17, 2007
Instead of Hillarmonia, Hysteria on CNN: 1984
I wish I could say to heck with the "Blog Day" for the environment. To heck with Blog Days, to heck with president Al Gore; he blew it and knows it. To heck with clown entertainers who envision a place in politics for them and plenty of tax cuts on their possible residuals. I was held in traffic by a politician in a double wet suit with a hole in where the sun don't shine and a rod up his unlit behind. Says he Al Gore had sent a tsunami here in California and weather change had induced this weird solution for his fear of anal drowning.
But CNN cut me short from my farce. This is only the second time I watch CNN lately. Last week it was horrible to watch propaganda in which kids asked their parents whether they were prepared against a terrorist attack. Aw, c'mon. Next I 'll be looking under my bed. The Russians didn' t create Castro. The USA did. Moreover, the USA did the same in Central America. American Fruit Co. profited. Central Americans still starve to this day. Our boycott sent them all into harm's way. A Bear Hug. Bananas for all.
Today the construction of the CNN program was more elaborate. Lou Dobbs hands us the news: A rapist of a two and a half year old girl. Next: illegal immigration. A dumbo-el-jerko goes back to Mexico because he didn't want the Migra to catch him. Migra my wet suit. He was one of those people who "are in the wrong place at the wrong time." Tears from the family who stayed here.
Vote on the CNN poll: should the USA allow illegal immigrants to stay? We'll be back right after this.
A Catholic school in red country, Topeka,I think, forces all students to speak in English only. Wait a minute. Why do people think they know about language learning and make such dangerous fools of themselves on national TV?
For one, this government has taught me the right prefix for unconstitutional. In Portuguese it's inconstitucional. I spoke Portuguese most of the time from 1958-1985.
There was an immersion program in the hole in the wall where Daddy was raised. He learned elementary school in Greek. Harilaos, joy to the world. He was hired by USAID in Rio because of his radio operator skills and his language skills.
The result of the poll comes in -- against legalizing the situation of undocumented immigrants from Banana Republics we created. Duh-uh.
Only a fool can't see the results are a consequence of the number of dumbells watching these dumbells sounding doom in our country.
Please, fellow Americans. Think (of what you're trying to do to me.) We need to go out there and say, "Enough already!" Stop the strongest theocracy in the world from doing harm or evil. Let's take our noses off the messes generated abroad and do some good at home. Future President Sistah Hillary, we both have big African bundas, [boondash], butts, without holes in our wet suits. Sistah Hill will fund education and social programs. Aw, they are too expensive. We'd rather spend NASA's money on ... Terrorist immigrants.
To heck with terrorism by immigrants, documented or not. I want my EmpTV, I want taquitos and salsa and tapas and sangrías. Mole.
To heck with domestic terrorists promoting the violation of my civil rights, the trampling of our liberties just because a Beverly Hills chick couldn't send a Gap dress to the cleaner and only now we know how kinky some GOPers can get. No way. Way.
Old farts blame the youth. Idiots in the media want more taxbreaks with Ron Paul. I prefer Ron Mac Donald.
O'Reilly, Tina? Really.
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Coffee, shower, doctor, Zefa, and I'll be back
I know I owe you all big time. Dontcha worry. I should be back and a great farsical post with me at 7 p.m. Pacific.
In the meantime, this is how I feel. Just a tad spaced out with Os Mutantes in São Paulo, 2007.
October 16, 2007
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Lembranças de infância, tia falecida de Mal de Alzheirmer, inexorabilidade do tempo
October 15, 2007
What Is Anarchic_Universe
It's not fun to have some paranoia or to be bipolar or to be the memory for members of the nuclear family. The ills of our century are psychiatric as much as those of the Romantic era were in the lungs. However, psychiatrists know about the brain only, may know how to read lab results, and not much else. They are specialists. I wish I had one doctor who could take care of all of my health issues.
My main Doctor Feelgood is blogging. Music from last.fm, my little radio on the net. iTunes. iPhoto. Flickr, Google and Facebook. del.icio.us, which I master poorly. I ace Google. We are in good terms and I even believe in the link transfer from orkut to Facebook. The view of the garden, a hug from my son, my real post-early retirement, all of these form both souvenir to remember and rappeler to recall in my head. My souvenirs, my lucid memories, my stories.
In a miracle of sorts, my ailing mother is talking up a storm. Yesterday she told me she'd "copied the lesson of the 'teacher' very well." That is her spiel of ages of attending centers for the aged. Maybe her move to a bigger center excited her neurones. She was "always filled with wind, piss and excitement," said my grandma.
I like the fact French has two verbs for remembering: souvenir and rappeler. My mommy's rappeler is going-gone. Her souvenir is spotty but there: the snakes in the plantation where she lived, Paris, her favorite ciy in the world along with Rio de Janeiro. Latin, studying.
This morning I read a beautiful post in Pensar Enlouquece, by Alexandre Inagaki. It inspired me to write about areas of reality he touched on so well. From death to Alzheimer, to the unbearable life/youth without an end, like Dorian Gray's.
Anarchic_Universe has some recurring themes. Its audience is a forever changing one. Except for Freaky Deaky and Seth Anderson, few people comment. It's a reflection of my own souvenirs, and its title a tribute to my great grand uncle, José Oiticica, the
anarchist- linguist.
It's a universe of ideas, of topics, of subjects. At this point in time, when left or right are useless concepts in a one-world economy, I go for universe. Between peace and love I go for peace. Even when induced.
Thank you all, see you later. I have reduced my blogging hours. That calmed me down from a frenzy of "have-tos".
Straight from my Mac,
Tina Oiticica
October 14, 2007
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A look on the urban process in Los Angeles using I.Love L.A. 164 languages spoken.
October 13, 2007
Irony Lost: I Love L.A.
I Love L.A. is a song written by the talented Randy Newman, who holds a record also-ran for the Academy Awards till he got an Oscar © for "Monsters,Inc." One of his uncles, Alfred Newman, the composing music streak is with the Newmans, wrote "Conquest" -- one of the two well-known University of Southern California marching band staples, also a song of film soundtrack. Given USC's latest tournaments we should call Conquest how The West Was Lost. That quarterback from U of T was unforgettably hungry for the title; two years or three ago was it?
The irony lost is read between the lines of the mordacity of Randy Newman's lyrics, in which he is criticizing our plethora of villages, Greater Los Angeles. Wikipedia says he feels ambivalent about Los Angeles. I guess we all love the sunny days when we can cruise by to the sound of the Beach Boys. We cultivate our bermudas and slightly pampered manners, uncouth ignorant wannabes nouveau riche Los Angelinos that we are. Or plain obese immigrants ignorant of each other.
Nic and I have been on a project of identification of the revitalization of downtown and south central. Our first homes were on and off USC campus, an area quite similar to the ghetto shown in "White Men Can't Jump." The 1992 Rodney King riots created empty lots on Vermont past USC. Ours are long boulevards and avenues. During the latest riots the media announced repeatedly there were no police on the street. There was a party for Chief Gates. Rodney King -- Can't we get along? -- lent his name to the riots of spring 1992.
October 12, 2007
Don't You Know the Answer? In the Lockbox
I received a NY Times and a Washington Post Alert simultaneously. Al Gore and the United Nations pertinent committee share a Nobel Peace Price.
I confess I didn't read the news in either paper other than the Alerts. Now I guess I understand the surge of searches for Al's e-mail or phone number here -- why here?
I am very happy for Al Gore. Don't forget to visit your home state this time.
On another political note, I am willing to bet Hillary wouldn't mind having Bill RIchardson as a vice-president. Both came up talking about the high costs of college. They have plans. Bill Richardson was criticized for speaking in Spanish the other day. I guess that covers the question of one bilingual blog Freaky Deaky proposed.
And that's all for now, folks. Big day ahead in this mini-vacation. Día de la Raza for all Spanish-speaking dwellers in the USA, Columbus Day for the rest.
Typed on my Mac,
--Tina Oiticica Harris
October 10, 2007
For a Brazilian to Blog in English - What gives?
There is a growing number of bloggers in Brazil who wish to blog in English. I was born in NYC. When I was five we moved to Rio de Janeiro. I remember the ice skates I never got, the lard used in Brazilian cooking, and the scabs I had from food allergies.
I remember refusing to speak English till the Beatles came along. "There's no comparison to George Harrison."Kiss Your Favorite Beatle." A rock celeb declared on VH1 Classics we Beatlemaniacs smelled of pee. I guess some of us come full circle.
In 1957 Rio de Janeiro was capital of the country. I was a loner then, I am a loner now.
It's a good idea to have a blog in English as it was a great idea to blog in Portuguese, my tongue from 1957 to 1985, after getting updates on new words and ways of saying things the 2005 way.
My great grand uncle, José Oiticica, was an anarchist, and a grammarian. The names of blogs Anarchic_Universe and Universo Anárquico are a tribute to his genius.
I would like to think we embrace all creeds without slaughter. Soon robotic missions will venture further.I'd like to see that.
"'Something,' the best song by Lennon and Macca."-- Sinatra
October 09, 2007
John Lennon - He'd Be a Mature 67 year-old today
My friend kept reminding me: October 9, John Lennon's birthday. He'd be 67 today.
Click on John Lennon here. Thanks.
Google, facebook, Yahoo
There are days when the sun shines up a monkey's ass. Yesterday was not one of them. I will never trust sending stuff over to Facebook, where I had been, from Orkut.com.
While Yahoo makes your life easier when explaining rules, Google's persevering behavior of inaction facing the same vandals Luiz Barroso was supposed to take care of with his awesome engineering is just staggering.
I love the Mac-compatible Google apps. I dislike vagueness and maybes. I don't want AdSense; the rap is so bad it's scary. All I want is a "tell it like it is."
Lots of bloggers spend time divining Google,Inc. Oh, they want three columns. Oh, they want white background and no blogrolls.
I am willing to transfer files from orkut.com to Facebook the day this is safe. orkut isn't safe according to Google Alerts; now, that is democratic.
For now, I'll trust Yahoo can take care of my photos and Image Google did a great job placing them in attu.typepad.com. Let's wait for better days at Google, Inc.
The rest goes, "Piss in one hand and wish in the other; see which fills faster.
I'm off for a few. Take care! Deep Purple: What else do you need when your singer is Jesus Christ (Superstar)?
October 07, 2007
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É uma foto amarelada com luzes azul claro , muito bonita, O blog é /mt/ duas colunas, com anúncios, e continua fazendo onda como é. Linda a foto.
October 06, 2007
A Nightcap - Otro Lado del Río - Jorge Drexler
Sometimes a song sticks in one's head the only way I know to "take it away" is to play it over and over. That's the case of "Otro lado del río" by Jorge Drexler, that Oscar© -winning song Antonio Banderas ruined on Oscar© night.
Here is the song from "Motorcycle Diaries." I don't care for Che or for motorcycles. I like Gael García Bernal and the