Nuestra Cancion - La Mafia
Singin’ in the rain (Stanley Donen & Gene Kelly, 1952)
Ladies and gentlemen: the amazing Donald O’Connor.
He makes it seem so easy! ;)
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The profiling and over policing of trans women of color’s lives will no longer stand — and Monica Jones is the embodiment of resistance and brilliance.
Cuban born, lucha libre star Konnan got wind of some dude on Twitter saying Mexican-American star Rey Mysterio Jr. wasn’t a Hall of Fame-level performer. He wasn’t pleased.
Something should be written about Mysterio, that really delves into his career. Incredible in-ring performer, that alone makes him a Hall of Famer. That’s not even mentioning the other layer to his legacy. He was a legitimate ratings mover for years, the second biggest merchandise draw (behind John Cena) for about a decade, one of the key box-office attraction overseas (not just Mexico, but in Italy and Spain, where he helped create business boom periods there), along with Eddy Guerrero brought in key demographics that didn’t watch WWE before they showed up, was one of the top draws among children in company history, and he did all that while never really having a lot of support from WWE, since seemingly they always held him being 5’3 against him. While he had three runs with world titles, the way WWE handled those runs was always questionable. Randy Orton and Dave Batista — who treasure Mysterio’s work, love working with him and will probably admit that he’s far better in the ring that they are — had far more opportunities and support from WWE than Mysterio ever got.
His career seems like it’s about to be coming to an end. He’s 39 years old, which isn’t old, but he started wrestling in tiny cantinas along la frontera when he was only 14 years old. That’s 25 years, where he worked a very high impact style all around the world, and his body is riddled with injuries at this point. He had to work so much harder than everyone else to overcome some of the prejudices he had to deal with over the course of his career. He’s pretty much set for life, financially speaking, so if he retires, it’s been a great career.
Deadpan (Steve McQueen, 1997)
Turner Prize-winning artist Steve McQueen—now best known for his feature films, Hunger, Shame, and 12 Years a Slave—put himself in the line of fire in Deadpan (1997), a restaging of Buster Keaton’s falling house gag from Steamboat Bill Jr. McQueen does more than remake the stunt; his presence as a black man transforms the work into a commentary on race relations and the precariousness of the black experience.
- Raúl Esparza on idiots who kept pressuring him to change his name to something less latino. (via magnetic-rose)
Our names are not a burden.
Can’t sleep, so I made like a dozen pancakes.
I didn’t finish them, but will eat the rest tomorrow.
I have an uncle that doesn’t believe in left overs. I cannot comprehend that.
Oh well, sometimes he gives me his leftovers the next day, and it’s good food.
I ate a banana.
Frijjoles a la charra are the greatest.
I should be asleep, but now I want some frijoles a la charra.
Tomorrow, don’t know what to expect. Might be a long day, might not.
I like when people say, “Fijate que…”
Especially when they are going to explain something or start telling you about something you really want to hear.
A good friend of mine told me she listened to Intocable for the first time, and she liked it. She tells me she had never really listened to that type of music before.
Today I asked my mom, “What would you do if Erin (the cat) started talking?” She answered that she would kick her out of the house and out of our lives.
I thought about it, maybe my mom has seen too many bad TV and movie shows were animals talk. Terrible stuff. So now that I think about it, I can kind of see where she’s coming even though I wouldn’t want Erin to go, even if she started talking.
I should go to sleep.
I keep thinking about how Michael Bay is in the criterion collection maybe this is why I can’t sleep