#cochecito

[sigalrm]

Unterwegs by Pascal Volk

[i-rememberwhen-i-lostmymind]

Dream on, dream on, dream until your dream comes true!!! . . . #cochecito #parking #lol #😂 Me recordó a un triciclo amarillo que encontré amarrado (con candado y todo) a un poste en Roma 😂 (en Querétaro, Santiago De Querétaro. MX) https://www.instagram.com/p/CodLrEUOtJX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lestappentrain]

Charles Leclerc < Charles Leclerc in Mexico being the most recent winner of f1

😭😭😭

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MOVIES I WATCHED THIS WEEK (#197)

"How did she get forgotten?"

BE NATURAL: THE UNTOLD STORY OF ALICE GUY-BLACHÉ (2018) was one of the best documentaries I saw last year. And because I focus more and more on women-directed movies, I had to watch it again. What a unique, fascinating pioneer she was, and how much did her amazing achievements change the world. Narrated by (another prodigy) Jodie Foster. Like ‘The Méliès Mystery’ biography, these two are a must-see for any serious film lover. Even in re-view, the story moved me greatly. 10/10. ♻️.

Extra: Another film essay about the same topic, FILMS DIRECTED BY WOMEN IN THE SILENT ERA (2013) tells of some of the 80 women who directed 850+ movies between 1896 to 1927 (but not too well). [*Female Directors*]

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"Do you think we can go for a walk with a lobster...?"

THE WHEELCHAIR (1960) is my second bizarre black comedy by Marco Ferreri (after 'La Grande Bouffe'). A different kind of an anarchistic story about a 70-year-old Spanish man who's determined to buy a mobility scooter, a motorized wheelchair, like many of his invalid acquaintances, while his tyrannical family would rather commit him to an insane asylum, for spending their inheritance. It's just so wild and so fresh. The copy I saw was extra-crisp, and included the dark ending which Franco's censure board forced deleting. (Screenshot Above).

The trailer.

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2 WITH BRITISH CHILD ACTRESS PAMELA FRANKLIN:

🍿 “For those who like that sort of thing that is the sort of things they like…”

THE PRIME OF MISS JEAN BRODIE (1969) sparkled because of Maggie Smith's spectacular acting. But her frustrated spinster, an uppity teacher at an all-girl boarding school in 1930's Edinburgh was such a confusing character; Stuck-up and prissy, fascistic and manipulative, eventually she loses your sympathy. She is a strong, independent feminist, but also a fascist follower of Mussolini and Franco [But not Hitler - that would have been a politically-incorrect step too far]. And when the sex undercurrents start boiling over the surface, and the teachers start sleeping with each other and with their teenager girls, things get grotesquely complicated.

🍿 (Extra: A sketch from S8E10 of the CAROL BURNETT SHOW, where newly-famous movie star Maggie Smith comes to visit the home of her old collage friends. I never watched any television with laugh tracks, and I'm not going to start now). 1/10.

🍿 THE INNOCENTS (1961), a Gothic ghost story of a governess caring for two children at a remote country estate. Based on a Henry James novella, with a script co-written by Truman Capote, it's a formal British Victorian Gentry fantasy about inexplicable "possession". 11 year old Pamela Franklin gave a wonderful performance as the little haunted girl, but the whole premise of this glorious upper-class supernatural world, and Deborah Kerr's always 'proper' and sexually-repressed personality, were not for me. 2/10.

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KEANU REEVES X 2:

🍿 First watch: The classic dystopian fairy tale THE MATRIX, which went on to spawn a $3 billion sci-fi franchise. There were plenty of visual flourishes, and original special effects in it [The 'digital rain' code, slow-motion 'bullet time', the Kung-fu wire photography, jumping from building to building, the stylized action scenes], but I hated it from the very beginning, and for the life of me, couldn't understand how this ever become a Thing: The fortune-cookie pseudo-philosophy, the faux mysticism and cyberpunk "camp" aesthetics are just not for me. Once you don't accept that the "Red Pill / Blue Pill" metaphor is a legitimate thought experiment which is worth taking seriously, the rest of the mambo-jumbo nerd-bubble becomes just a stupid teenage game. Yes, we are all slaves, living in a virtual reality simulation, but this is not a Plato's Cave allegory. Not even 'Blade Runner'... 2/10. [*Female Directors*]

🍿 ANYONE CAN QUANTUM (2016), a self-congratulatory trifle narrated by Keanu. Another speculative science-fiction piece in which Paul Rudd plays Quantum Chess with Steven Hawking. Silly. 1/10.

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FELA KUTI, LIVE AT GLASTONBURY, a 1984 concert film of the legendary Afro-beat musician, political activist and band leader. He was an improvising innovator genius, somewhere between Frank Zappa and Miles Davis. The concert included only 2 of his very long songs, some of his own fantastic drumming, and lengthy dancing-twerking by some of his 27 wives. But it wasn't his best music or performance. Also, the YouTube copy was of poor quality: I hope that in 3-4 years we'll be able to re-watch it on a highly-upgraded A.I. version.

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BILLY WILDER DIRECTS X 2:

🍿 WHAT WOULD BILLY WILDER DO?, a new 'Every Frame A Picture' video essay. A return to the original old style of Tony Zhou & Taylor Ramos!

🍿 ... But Wilder's 'comedy' STALAG 17 (1953) didn't age well, for me. A POW Camp that is run like a German Bed & Breakfast, and where the chummy Nazis treat their prisoners in a courteous and friendly manner, was too irritating and far-fetched. The only redeeming quality was lead actor William Holden. Otto Preminger played a buffoonish Nazi officer. 2/10.

(In Israel of the 1950s–1960s, "Stalag" was a generic term for pornographic material with a theme of sadistic sexual activity between female SS officers and prisoners of war. I read a couple when I was 10-12.)

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THE HANGOVER, the terrific comedy about the antics of the four members of the 'Wolfpack', each with his distinct and well-defined personality. A perfect script and dialogue, so dumb and so funny. It's clearly about 'Acceleration', where each new step drives the story higher into more outrageous & absurd levels. Again, it's hard to imagine that such harmless throwaway foolery grossed $1.4 billion! 9/10. Re-watch. ♻️.

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MILK X 2:

🍿 According to IMDb, there are over 100 movies (mostly shorts though) that are titled 'MILK', not counting many TV-episodes. Why is that?

MILK (2020), a vegetarian German short with the most disgusting soundtrack, which asks the question: What would happen if people were to be used in the same way as dairy cows?

🍿 MILK, my third by British Andrea Arnold, her debut short from 1998. A story of a woman who gives birth to a stillborn baby, and doesn't know what to do with her sorrow. [*Female Directors*]

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2 MORE FROM ERIC KISSACK:

🍿 'The Gunfighter' was one of the best short films about invisible voices in the Old Wild West. His new THE MOVE is somehow similar in that there's a science fiction kink to the physical reality, which cannot be explained. But while Amanda Crew (Monica Hall from 'Silicon Valley') is still cute as a button, the boyfriend who moves with her into their new apartment with 'the portal' is just an irritating dude.

🍿 WEREWOLVES (2014) also reminds me of 'The Gunfighter'. Obviously, some of the same people, arguments, inner logic. Who's the Werewolf?

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A BUNCH OF SHORTS:

🍿 RELAX WITH GEORGE CLOONEY AT THE END OF A MOVIE: Michael Clayton dreams of 'The Descendants' watching 'March of the Penguins'. Can be used for a chill session.

🍿 THE PROCESS OF MAKING A CELLO is a 27 minutes of wordless zen: Watching a Japanese master craftsman hand-build a cello in the course of 6 months. Perfect for another chilling out evening.

🍿 HOW IN THE WORLD ISN'T THIS FILM A CLASSIC? is the latest from 'Moviewise', an intellectual essayist with an indefinable accent. I've seen a bunch of his videos before, as well as the subject of this terrific analyses, John Farrow's stylish 1948 'The big clock'. A great introduction to both film and reviewer. 9/10.

🍿 The 'Script Sleuth' analyses some SCREENWRITING TIPS IN 'GOODFELLAS': Character, The Story World, Dramatic Irony, Narration, Humanity and Consequences.

🍿 TO YOUR HEALTH was a cute animated PSA, commissioned by the Michigan State Board Of Alcoholism in 1956. Cheers!

🍿 THE LANGUAGE OF FACES (1961), my first film by humanist John Korty, the man who inspired Coppola and Lucas to move their studios to Northern California. It's a visual anti-nuclear essay about pacifism, which was sponsored by a Quaker group. It describes a vigil that 1,000 cold-war protesters held, standing in silent for two days in front of the Pentagon.

🍿 THE HISTORY OF THE PINK PANTHER FILMS - Should i watch 'The return of the pink panther'? or 'A shot in the dark'?

🍿 THE QUEEN'S MONASTERY (1988) is a British fairy tale using watercolor animation. [*Female Director*]

🍿 I was interested to find movies based on Jorge Luis Borges stories, but the 1971 Italian THE MINOTAUR MASK wasn't it. A man with a plastic King Kong mask pondering his existence in badly-lit cellars and uttering philosophical platitudes was experimentally silly.

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(ALL MY FILM REVIEWS - HERE).

[manaosdeuwu]

me gustaría poder desplazar los omóplatos de manera tal que se me abra la espalda y parezcan dos alas. creo que podría mover cosas debajo y desatar algunos nudos

[deadtothebones]

👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼

[adribosch-fan]

¿Estamos matando de amor a nuestras mascotas?

La proliferación de cochecitos para perros es uno de los signos de una tendencia en la que la vida de las mascotas se ha vuelto limitada y dependiente de los humanos.  Credit…Graham Dickie/The New York Times Las mascotas son más populares que nunca. Aproximadamente dos tercios de los hogares estadounidenses tienen al menos una mascota, frente al 56 por ciento en 1988, según la Asociación…

[flancelot]

había tanta gente en la marcha que en varios momentos me quedé varade en medio de la gente y no me podía mover. Eso no es tan común en las marchas de mi ciudad, había familias enteras con cochecitos, gente mayor, estudiantes terciarios y secundarios, y una banda de docentes de otros niveles también. El calor y el aplastamiento valieron cada segundo porque la universidad pública me dio los mejores momentos de mí vida y un lugar donde sentirme contenide (a pesar de toda la frustración que cargo con mi carrera). Fue muy emocionante ver tanta gente en la calle porque claramente demuestra que la mía no es una experiencia aislada, sino que colectiva y comunitaria.

Si hay algo que vale la pena defender en este país, es la universidad pública, gratuita y de calidad que construimos cada día 💙🇦🇷

[caostalgia]

I

Tengo el nombre, y también empieza con "I".

Tengo un sinfin de ideas para su habitación y el papel tapiz.

Tengo planes anticipados para cada fin.

Gotas de lluvia, hojas secas, en el cielo un arcoiris.

Le enseñaría mis caricaturas favoritas, y veríamos juntos las suyas.

Le leería mis libros favoritos, y leeriamos un cuento juntos antes de dormir.

Le hablaría de mis miedos, mis sueños y anhelos. De mamá, tal vez de papá no sea correcto hacerlo.

Le hablaría de cada amigo ahora perdido, y en algún momento quizá de él.

Escucharía sus temores, y le enseñaría a plasmar cada pensamiento pasajero en papel, y que no intentarlo es lo peor que podría hacer.

De su vocecita escucharía sobre duendes y fantasmas, un día normal de escuela, el clásico "de grande quiero ser...", sobre los monstruos bajo su cama, de los cuales le protegería hasta el amanecer.

Tengo en mente el cochecito perfecto, uno en color jazmin.

Tengo pensadas demasiadas flores para regalarle, como para hacer un jardín.

Tengo demasiados defectos, lo sé, pero intentaría solo darle lo mejor de mí.

Calor de verano, atardeceres, las estrellas al anochecer.

Esos paseos por el parque que no encontrarán lugar.

Las comidas coloridas, de esas que llevan una sonrisa, que sin existir ya se han empezado a pudrir.

Películas infantiles y juegos en casa que no serán.

La felicidad del primer "mamá", que finalmente me haría querer vivir.

Y es que...

Quiero ser madre antes de morir.

Coldissweet

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Madre soltera.

Palabras: 426

Jack no estaba acostumbrado a los bebés, nunca frecuenta lugares a los que el acceso de niños sea común y en caso de que haya alguno cerca, simplemente lo ignorara en favor de sus propios asuntos. No sabe qué decir cuando alguien le pregunta si le gustan o le desagradan los niños, es decir, ni siquiera piensa en ellos la mayor parte del tiempo; sabe que están ahí, pero no les presta atención.

Es una situación bastante normal, simplemente él jamás aprendió a tratar con estas pequeñas criaturitas que necesitan de otros para sobrevivir. Sin embargo, incluso él sabe que su reacción fue un poco exagerada cuando se congeló en su lugar al notar el cochecito para bebé que estaba cerca de una de las tantas máquinas para hacer ejercicio, el pequeño pasajero lo veía con ojos atentos y una calma inusual para alguien de su edad. Ambos intercambiaron miradas antes de que otra persona notara su pequeña y curiosa interacción.

“Es un hombre muy grande, ��no es así, cariño?”, la melodiosa y cantarina voz de una mujer saco a Jack de su estado de confusión, él le prestó atención cuando ella se inclinó sobre el coche para bebés en el que estaba su hijo, “¿Por eso lo miras tanto?”

Jack tenía varias dudas en su cabeza, ¿por qué había un bebé en un gimnasio? ¿Eso estaba permitido? ¿Es seguro? ¿El ruido no podría molestar al bebé? Él no estaba llorando justo ahora, pero ¿los bebés no solían ser un poco más ruidosos? ¿Qué clase de bebé era ese?

“Traes a tu bebé al gimnasio”, solo estaba haciendo una observación motivada por su asombro, realmente no estaba cuestionando las decisiones de la mujer frente a él.

“Es lo que hago”, ella simplemente se rio al caminar tras el cochecito para poder empujarlo e irse con su bebé hacia otro lado, probablemente para continuar con su rutina de ejercicios.

Curiosa interacción. Definitivamente lo fue. Pero lo que era más curioso todavía fue la fascinación de Jack por la linda madre y su bebé, ella parecía tener una facilidad para dividir su atención entre su rutina de ejercicios y su bebé, y el bebé parecía encajar maravillosamente en un lugar seguro junto a la máquina que estaba usando su madre. Si no fuera llamativo el comportamiento del bebé, ni siquiera los notarias.

Así que, no, Jack no está acostumbrado a los bebés, pero siempre se toma unos segundos para seguir con la mirada el coche para bebé que se mueve en la lejanía al otro lado del gimnasio.

Así que, al gimnasio al que voy siempre hay una mujer con su bebé y me encanta. Ella es siempre muy cuidadosa de no obstruir el paso o de que alguna máquina golpee a su bebé, todo mientras cumple su rutina.

Es super amable, incluso me deja pasear a su bebé entre repeticiones y me resulta gracioso porque el bebé siempre es muy tranquilo, se ríe a veces, pero eso es todo. Al principio, si me sorprendí, he de admitir.

Creo que es algo como una fiebre por los bebés que tengo últimamente.

[sigalrm]

Westwards by Pascal Volk

[la-semillera]

ANNE DE GELAS & TOVE DITLEVSEN

Cuando vuelvo a casa siempre voy mirando los cochecitos, porque me encanta ver a los niños dormidos con las palmas de las manos hacia arriba en cojincitos de volantes. También me gusta fijarme la gente que, de una a otra manera expresa sus sentimientos. Me gusta ver a las madres acariciar a sus hijos, y no me importa caminar un poco más de la cuenta para seguir a una joven pareja que pasea de la mano y cuyo amor salta a la vista. Me llena de una dicha melancólica y de una esperanza indefinida en el futuro. Ella está muy pálida y hace poco que ha llorado. También me gusta mi madre cuando se deja llevar por un sentimiento sencillo y auténtico.

~Tove Ditlevsen, Trilogia de Copenhague. Seix Barral. Traducción de Blanca Ortiz

[magicalmadrigals]

Madrigal Madness - 1

[Synopsis: A collection of one shots - in no particular order - surrounding the Madrigal family when the children were younger! Pure fluff and chaos!]

I finally got around to starting my one-shot collection! I am so excited for this and to write about all the fluff and the chaos that the kids cause - and the amount of hair-pulling their parents do - and I really hope you guys like them. Read chapter one on AO3 or under the cut!

Moving her baby girl back from her chest once she was asleep and using a hand to sort her undergarments, Julieta raked that same hand through her curls before pulling her sleeve up and cradling her daughter close again. She smiled when Isa mewled with contentment in her sleep, curling a small hand into her dress as she nestled in her arms, and once she was sure she was comfortable she brushed a kiss against her temple. At six months old, her hija was growing up so fast and becoming more independent by the day, but she still wouldn’t go to sleep unless she was in her arms and she didn’t mind that one bit. Quite the opposite, truly.

It was the thing that made her long days more manageable and granted her a much needed break, coming upstairs to just sit and nurse her and then stay awhile while she napped, and she cherished the time she had with her. No doubt, these moments would be so short-lived.

The door creaking open pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up from her baby girl, unable to keep from smirking at the look on her hermana’s face when she came in with her daughter on her hip. Dolores, despite her having taken her for some air to try and settle her almost an hour ago, was still very much awake. Her chubby hand was curled around the end of her braid and she was yanking on it, screeching with delight in her ear as she was clearly loving this new game, but something told her that her mamá wasn’t quite as fond of it. “Oh, hermana, come on…” She laughed while rocking Isa. “How can you be annoyed at that face?”

When she reached the rocking chair beside hers, Pepa all but fell into it and brought her hija into her lap before easing her braid carefully out of her vicelike grip. Less than pleased with her new toy being taken away, Dolores whined and was moments away from screaming the house down before Julieta reached out and tickled her under her chin. Her disturbing Isabela when it had taken her so long to get her to sleep – her determination never to miss anything making it quite the challenge – was the last thing she needed, so she was relieved when the girl turned to her and beamed. “I have tried everything,” Pepa told her. “I took her out in her cochecito, I sang to her, I changed her pañal…I think she might actually be trying to kill me.”

“Have you tried nursing her?”

“Si, but she just keeps pushing me away! I don’t know what else to do.”

She moved her little girl up slightly in her lap and held her tighter when she looked up at her again, her love for her growing when she reached up and grabbed her face with small hands to pull her down to her. She placed gentle kisses on her cheeks, smiling at her gurgles, and when she pulled back she could see in her eyes she was tired. It made no sense at all to her why she was doing all she could think of to avoid having to go to sleep. Looking at her sister again, she glared. “Ay, I hate you sometimes,” She only half joked. “Why is yours so calm and mine so…not?”

Julieta could only blink at her for a second. “Um…have you met you?”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” She rolled her eyes. “Juli…”

“Okay, okay, give me un momenta,” Julieta stood from the rocking chair and carried Isa over to her basket, slowly lowering her down into it until her back hit the mattress. Her little girl stirred at the movement, whimpering softly as her eyes blinked open for a second, but three light strokes of her finger against her cheek soothed her and she smiled as she watched her fall back to sleep. She really was the perfect baby. Once she was sure she was sleeping well, she turned back to her hermana and pushed a hand through her hair as she walked back to where she was still sitting with Dolores. “Here, let me take her for a minute.” She said gently.

Pepa handed the baby over with no hesitation and she sat her on her hip, bouncing her and chuckling when she reached up to curl a hand into her hair and give it a tug. Ay, she was a whirlwind this little princesa – much like her mamá though Pepa was forever denying she got it from her – but still so precious and she adored her. “I think mamí needs a break, mi vida, so lets see if this will work,” She said as she carried her to the little changing table. She laid her down carefully and opened the buttons on her cardigan, sliding it off her shoulders and smiling when she started kicking her legs.

It took her no time – well, once she’d managed to get her to lie still – to rid her of her dress and tights so she was lying there in just her pañal. She picked her up then and felt she was shivering a little, what she was hoping for, and after burying a kiss in her curls she began to carry her back to her mamá. It was clear when Pepa got the hint because she opened the top couple buttons on her dress just enough. “Ven aquí,” She heard her whisper as she accepted her baby back and tucked her inside her clothes, kissing her on the brow when she cuddled close.  

It took about a minute for her eyes to fall closed and her to settle down to sleep in her arms.

“Works every time.” She said as she sat back down in the chair next to hers.

“Gracias,” Pepa sighed, stroking Dolores’ curls. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.”

Julieta shook her head. “We overthink things sometimes.”

A comfortable silence fell over them for a while then, neither of them feeling the need to say much while their girls napped and they made the most of the rare silence, but soon enough that silence was broken by a faint whimper. “Oh, you have got to be joking,” Julieta muttered under her breath as she looked over at the basket Isa was in, sighing when a tiny hand came into view. She didn’t even have to look at her sister to know there was a smirk on her face. “One word from you, hermana, I swear…” She stood from her chair again and walked over to the basket where, soon enough, her girl was awake again with brown eyes sparkling happily. “Are you two plotting against us already, mi corazón, hmm? Is that what all of this is about?”

Pepa shuddered. “Ay, no, they’re turning into us.”

“Don’t say that,” She said with dread in her eyes as she picked Isa up. “We were nightmares.”

“Mmm, but you got away with everything and Bruno and I were always in trouble.”

“No, I got into trouble too.”

“Oh, name one time Señorita Perfecta Julieta got into trouble.”

“Well, there was that time…” Julieta started before shaking her head as she sat down and sat her daughter in her lap. “Oh, there was that time when…no, I got away with that as well. Ay, I guess you’re right.”

Pepa beamed with pride. “Feels good.”

Julieta made a face at her before they chuckled and she brought her baby close, pressing her lips to her temple when she cuddled against her and settled with a deep sigh. “I don’t care what they turn out like,” She admitted as she glanced Pepa’s way again while running a hand along Isabela’s back. “They are so perfect.”

“Mmm, they are,” Pepa agreed, burying her nose in Dolores’ hair. “Perfect…”

[thisisnotjuli]

hoy a la mañana tuvimos clase pública en la vereda, y en un momento pasa una señora con un cochecito de bebé y el bebé sentado adentro y la profe justo estaba hablando (con micrófono y parlante) y vió al bebé y paró en medio de la frase y cantó "arroz con leche, yo quiero marchar, por una universidad..." y se quedó ahí pero nada fue muy sincero y nos tentamos mucho

[laportenadelosangeles]

Study of a baby in a stroller

Estudio de una bebe en un cochecito

[portushit]

Desde que las vi y las comparé, la lengua independiente del oeste de España (la versión híbrida mutante del gallego) y la lengua separatista del noreste de España parecían dos coches que chocaban en dirección contraria, mientras que en medio había un cochecito de bebé que en realidad era la lengua occitana. 🤣😢