Vuela!

It's a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, "Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn't love me. He just couldn't deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me." Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greetings cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.

Zadie Smith "White Teeth"

Ah, podría ser nuestro primer bocho, justa ahí, en San Miguel de Allende!

San Miguel Bug

Todavía necesito, muchas veces, una guía para traducir de gesto-italiano a... ¡cualquier otra cosa!

http://graphics8.nytimes.com/bcvideo/1.0/iframe/embed.html?videoId=100000002309793&playerType=embed

Lovely short New York Times video on Italian hand-gestures, second only to legendary graphic designer Bruno Munari’s 1958 gem, Speak Italian: The Fine Art of The Hand Gesture. 

Colibrito!

Ruby Topaz Hummingbird by Ray

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Golden Wolf for ilovedust

toska [tohs-kah]

(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” (via wordsnquotes)

http://player.vimeo.com/video/62422161

"Balance" de Tobias Hutzler

What the music says may be serious, but as a medium it should not be questioned, analysed, or taken so seriously. I think it should be tarted up, made into a prostitute, a parody of itself.

David Bowie (1947–2016) in Rolling Stone, 1 April 1971 (via oupacademic)

Para todo mal! ...y para todo bien, ¡también!

La importancia de la palabra mezcal

La importancia de la palabra mezcal se encuentra en el significado que toda una nación conoce, respeta y se conserva en sus tradiciones.