Apuesta

Si usted es un cierto tipo de persona (como, pongamos por ejemplo, mi amigo jahey, pero sólo por ejemplo) entonces ponga en su equipo de audio el disco Mi suerte de la Pequeña Orquesta Reincidentes y escuche Mi suerte (fiesta de diez mil colores), La zorra, Candilejas, Negro (¿acaso no ves?), Cruz(alguien de esta mesa es un soplón), Tres abrazos (necesito descansar en un abrazo interminable)

Si no le vuela la cabeza, usted no es cierto tipo de persona. Si le ocurre, bueno, la próxima cerveza en La Pasiva o en Le Pantalon la paga usted.

Le parece, mon ami?

Have I got it on?

Madagascar se me está convirtiendo en objeto de culto. Como las películas de Tarantino. El personaje de Sacha Baron Cohen, ese Rey Julien, es asombroso. Los pingüinos obviamente, y los monos también. Dice la wikipedia:

"According to a May 26, 2005 interview with Director Tom McGrath in the Seattle Post Intelligencer [2], the chimp's "first scene was just deciphering the code on the shipping label. We got this girl who knew American Sign Language. We wanted (the gestures) to be really frenetic so she signed out, 'Tell the tiny pea-brained birds that the sign reads: Ship to ...' and it gave us enough hand gestures. Then we went back to 'I see that Tom Wolfe is speaking at Lincoln Center,' and she gestured, 'Can we throw our poo at his stupid white suit?'"

"We had this two-line character, Julian [sic], and we got a tape of the show 'Ali G' with Sacha Baron Cohen. He came in and he invented this Indian accent. We gave him a couple of lines and he turned them into eight minutes of dialogue. We were just in tears on the floor and thought, 'This guy has to be the king.'


If he is a King then where is his crown? I've got a crown, got a very nice one and its here on my head. Look at it. Have I got it on? (King Julien XIII)

Hay una escena que me pareció curiosa, en un momento de caos (creo que era por los Foosa), uno de los lemures grita "It's a cookbook". Es una referencia a un episodio de La dimensión desconocida (dicen que probablemente el más conocido), titulado "To serve man", que recomiendo lean en la wikipedia.

Bloomsday más cuatro.

No se me pasó. Nunca se me pasa, no sé por qué. Pero, ya se sabe, poco tiempo para todo.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

-- Introibo ad altare Dei.

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called up coarsely:

-- Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding country and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.

Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.

-- Back to barracks! he said sternly.

He added in a preacher's tone:

-- For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.

(Ulysses - James Joyce)

Vale mucho, me parece. Algún día aquí.