#jorge ferrari

[zibaldone-di-pensieri]

Sometimes I feel like F1 community is a bit toxic, then I remember I'm a motogp fan too and think "wow, this is even more toxic, F1 community is heaven compared to this"

I can't understand why people feel the need of sharing hate online every single day, I mean we know F1 is full of these dumb hater kids and sometimes pilots themselves argue loudly with each other, maybe some of them still hate each other but the point is: motogp world still seems worse

What I want to see is 20 guys racing on a track, giving their best, making wonderful surpasses and at the end of the race going back home with their own feet, in the meanwhile I hope for Italian drivers and Italian bikes to win.

But nah, the real pleasure is hoping for a driver to crash and hurt himself, his bike exploded? He is bleeding? He lost his head? Wooo🥳 and you know why? Because Marcrash is an idiot who hates Italian. Because Enea will kill everyone to let Pecco win. Because Pecco is a clown and must going down every race. Because Ducati has too many bikes and should go bankrupt. Because Yamaha and Honda ruined all those Spanish and French drivers so fuck them! Send a curse to them! Because Italian are idiots. Because this pilot can only cry. Because that other pilot can only crash into everyone. This should be illegal. That should be forgiven.

Imma go back to F1... 🙄

I mean, there are so many Lando or Charles crybabies around here too.... 👀

But personally I see more sportsmanship in F1's community than in motogp ones....

Maybe it's just me.

Disclaimer: I love both Lando and Charles, in reality I love almost every F1 pilots 🙃 and I like both Pecco and Jorge, I just want to have fun with everyone safe!

[almostarts]

"Butterfly" Chair,

This 1938 B.K.F. chair was created by Spaniard Antonio Bonet and Argentines Juan Kurchan and Jorge Ferrari-Hardoy.

Painted wrought-iron and leather,

34 3/8 x 32 3/4 x 29 3/4" (87.3 x 83.2 x 75.6 cm).

Photo courtesy of the Museum of Modern Art, New York

[lanadelrrari]

This week really was a win for the spaniards huh

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Good Morning, I've memes because I'm extremely nervous for the race

[metal-sludge]

TUFF + FASTER PUSSYCAT + HERICANE ALICE + KEEL at the Troubadour, Hollywood CA in March, 1989.

L-R: Michael Lean (TUFF), Brent Muscat (FASTER PUSSYCAT), Stevie Rachelle (TUFF), Bruce Naumann (HERICANE ALICE), Todd Chase (TUFF), Ian Mayo (HERICANE ALICE), Danny Gill (HERICANE ALICE), Jorge Desaint (TUFF), and Marc Ferrari (KEEL).

[leclercskiesahead]

I can’t keep up with this Ferrari merch drop and motogp musical chairs news and Ferrari admin posting moustache Carlos content happening all at once

[clubcordobaslot]

[pier-carlo-universe]

Un sorriso ritrovato: la storia di Jorge e l’innovativa sedazione cosciente all’Ospedale Santo Spirito di Casale Monferrato

Un esempio di eccellenza sanitaria e solidarietà che trasforma la paura del dentista in speranza e sollievo.

Un esempio di eccellenza sanitaria e solidarietà che trasforma la paura del dentista in speranza e sollievo. Un sorriso ritrovato grazie alla sedazione cosciente La paura del dentista, conosciuta come odontofobia, rappresenta un ostacolo significativo per molte persone, impedendo loro di accedere a cure essenziali. È il caso di Jorge, 75 anni, che per decenni ha vissuto con dolori…

[coimbrabertone]

Motorsports Christmas: An After-Action Report.

May 26th, 2024 was one of the biggest days in motorsports, and it was freaking exhausting in the best ways possible.

So, everybody knows that the Monaco Grand Prix and the Indianapolis 500 are on the same day, well, the Charlotte 600 is on that day too, making for the triple. This year, the Catalan Motorcycle Grand Prix also fell on that weekend, so there was a quadruple of racing, and I was ready to watch it all.

I woke up around 5:30am - the joys of the Mountain Time zone - in time to watch MotoGP at 6am. Aleix Espargaro took pole on the factory Aprilia and Raul Fernandez on the Trackhouse Aprilia satellite bike lined up third, but it was Pecco Bagnaia in second that turned into the protagonist of the race. Bagnaia held off the likes of Jorge Martin, Marc Marquez, and Aleix Espargaro behind to take a calculated victory.

I was happy for Bagnaia, however, with Jorge Martin in second having a dominant championship lead, it did sort of feel like a pyrrhic victory. Bagnaia gives this controlled, smart victory ride but it doesn't really matter since he only scored five more points over his main championship rival. Add in the fact that Marc Marquez, who is toe-to-toe with Bagnaia in the fight for second, finished third. This means that Bagnaia leaves the Catalan Grand Prix 39 points behind Martin and just 2 ahead of Marquez.

That's not even the worst part.

Enea Bastianini - the rider I support - kinda had a meltdown this race. First, he starts eleventh, loses places off the start, and then got pushed off at turn one by Alex Marquez. Enea cuts the track to rejoin, receives a long lap penalty, refuses to serve it. He then gets gets pushed off again in a second attempt. Enea receives a double long-lap penalty for failing to serve the penalty, serves one but not the other, and then gets a thirty second penalty post race.

In his interviews, he called it a protest against unfair stewarding decisions.

On track, it led to him finishing eighteenth and out of the points.

This is particularly devastating as Jorge Martin and Marc Marquez - the guys in second and third - are fighting to take his seat for 2025. I already did a blogpost about this a few weeks ago and I have a lot to get to today, so I'll keep this brief, but yesterday was not a good day for Enea Bastianini.

The Monaco Grand Prix also happened. Swiftly moving on...

Joking. I'm joking. Monaco was actually pretty good this year. The Ferraris and McLarens qualified 1-3 and 2-4, respectively, so we got a fight between them rather than Red Bull dominance. Unfortunately, they decided to fight by going as slow as possible to prevent anyone else from pitting once they all got a free change of tyres under red following a scary first lap incident between Sergio Perez and the two Haas cars.

Still, it was a fight between Ferrari and McLaren and the top seven all put a lap on eighth place. That was as vintage F1 as you could get. It was also at vintage speeds with them running around four seconds off the pace, but hey, strategy shenanigans are fun.

Charles Leclerc won and proceeded to drop the Monegasque flag in front of the Prince of Monaco, twice. That is objectively funny and probably my favorite F1 moment of the weekend.

So, the Indianapolis 500.

Normally it would start shortly after Monaco, however, a rain front in Indianapolis delayed the 500 into the afternoon. This would wreck Kyle Larson's attempt to do the full 1100 mile double at Indy and Charlotte - more on that later - but it did actually lead to some great moments for me personally. Spending the hours in discords with other motorsports fans talking about when the rain might stop, when the track might dry out, when the race should start, whether Larson would stay or go...it all gave a very wholesome, community feel that I really enjoyed.

Then the race itself. It was amazing.

The clouds cleared, we got a partly cloudy afternoon with filled grandstands and a full 500-mile race around the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. We got a little bit of everything. Crashes (where thankfully nobody was hurt), engine failures, competing fuel strategies, sixteen different leaders - that's half the field! - and a last lap, penultimate corner pass for the win.

Now, I'm an Arrow McLaren fan. Alexander Rossi was a driver who I followed in F1 because I was excited at the prospect of seeing the first American driver in a decade. Rossi's F1 hopes with Marussia didn't work out, but he went on to Indycar and won the Indy 500 in his first attempt. Between the peak Andretti years where he had the knife between his teeth bringing the fight to the likes of Josef Newgarden and Scott Dixon, to now, where he's in that beautiful #7 white and orange McLaren, bringing the fight to the likes of...Josef Newgarden and Scott Dixon.

Then there's Pato O'Ward, the exciting, young, charismatic Mexican charger in the #5, driving an awesome orange and black car. It's perfect, he and Rossi have night and day cars, and they were slingshot passing each other in the Indianapolis 500 to save fuel. That was the happiest I was during the race, watching my two favorite Indycar drivers in my favorite team leading 1-2.

Then Alexander Rossi made his final pitstop for fuel.

They were racing to keep track position, so they fueled him just a bit short, and I fear that ultimately decided the course of the race.

Josef Newgarden cycled out in front at the end of the fuel cycle, Alexander Rossi attacked first, got in front, but immediately got overtaken again as he had to save a bit of fuel. Rossi would try again, but Newgarden would nose ahead, as would Pato O'Ward.

Pato O'Ward was a student of the Indy 500, so he knew he had to make the pass as late as possible to ensure that Josef Newgarden wouldn't be able to respond. Pato would lift in turn one on a number of final laps to stay second and keep the draft, before finally making the attack in turn one on the final lap...only for Josef Newgarden to come back at him in turn three.

There was nothing Pato could've done at that point.

Josef made the pass in turn three, got a good exit off turn four, and Pato didn't get enough of a draft to the finish line in order to stop him. Pato was rightfully devastated, Rossi ended up in fourth, behind the lead two in addition to third placed Scott Dixon, as a result of his fuel strategy.

It was utterly devastating.

But that's motorsport. The days that you lose are what make the days that you win more meaningful. The Indianapolis 500 happened in its entirety despite all the rain and the worries. Not only that, but NBC is saying that the preliminary ratings look to be over 5 million viewers for the race. A last lap pass, a back-to-back winner, and a ratings bump over last year. As much as I wish Pato or Rossi could've won that race, I've spent the last day making my peace with it. For now, I'll just be happy that Indycar as a sport snatched a victory from the jaws of defeat.

Then there was the Coke 600 at Charlotte.

I tuned in late thanks to the late Indianapolis 500, and I was pretty emotionally drained at this point, but a charge from Brad Keselowski at the end of the second stage got me motivated again. Brad Keselowski, the owner-driver of the #6 for the team I support in NASCAR - Roush Fenway Keselowski Racing, also known as RFK Racing - pushed his way up the field. He moved into second, and he was hunting down the leader, Christopher Bell.

I began to believe that, after a 1,113-day winless streak, Brad Keselowski would win two races in three weeks.

Unfortunately, as soon as he caught up to the back of Bell, it started raining.

To add insult to injury, Kyle Larson, who had run the Indianapolis 500 earlier that day and completed all 500 miles, finishing 18th after a pitlane speeding penalty, had just arrived at Charlotte. He was about to take over the #5 from replacement driver Justin Allgaier, only he never got the chance.

At this point, I was emotionally drained after three and a half races, so at around 8:45pm, I fully embraced my grandmother era and went to bed.

That wound up being the right decision, because despite waiting out the rain and attempting to dry the track, NASCAR would end up calling the race anyway when they hit the end of Fox's TV window. Christopher Bell would win the race, Brad Keselowski would have to settle for second.

I quite literally missed nothing by going to bed when I did.

So, I sorta got the result I wanted at Catalunya, a full-on positive result at Monaco, and narrowly had my picks finish second at both Indianapolis and Charlotte.

In the grand scheme of things, that's not a bad Motorsports Christmas.

And on June 14th and 15th, we have Motorsports New Years with the 24 Hours of Le Mans, so the Racing Holidays aren't quite over.

[kamas-corner]

"Unos quinientos años antes de la era cristiana se dio en la Magna Grecia la mejor cosa que regirá la historia universal: el descubrimiento del diálogo. La fe, la certidumbre, los dogmas, los anatemas, las plegarias, las prohibiciones, las órdenes, los tabúes, las tiranías, las guerras y las glorias abrumaban el orbe; algunos griegos contrajeron, no sabemos cómo, la singular costumbre de conversar. Dudaron, persuadieron, disintieron, cambiaron de opinión, aplazaron. Acaso los ayudó su mitología, que era un conjunto de fábulas imprecisas y de cosmologías variables. Esas primeras conjeturas fueron la primera raíz de lo que llamamos hoy, no sin pompa, la metafísica. Sin esos pocos griegos conversadores la cultura occidental es inconcebible."

-Jorge Luis Borges, "Prólogo", Diálogos con Ferrari.

[santoschristos]

Moon-Diana, Goddess of Poetry from Astrological=Periodicity by Lyman E. Stowe (1909)

Last week … two people asked me the same question – what’s the use of poetry? And I answered them with: What’s the use of death? What’s the use of the taste of coffee? What the use of me? What’s the use of us? Jorge Luis Borges to Osvaldo Ferrari, Conversations, Volume 1

[unhinged-motogp-confessions]

"Why is Jorge Martin so hated" why is the sky blue. Why is the grass green. Why is valentino rossi so sexy. Why has Ferrari been flopping since 2007.

.

[ivebeenfoundout]

Just had another migraine how so I’m laying down

But my brain can’t stand just resting without doing anything

So I collected a bunch of my favourite works from when I went to MALBA in Dec 2022:

Mujer desnuda leyendo (Nude woman reading), Armando Reverón, 1932, 78 x 116 cm;

This piece is great in person. When you get close to the canvas the delicate marks scramble and are difficult to make out. Standing further back, however, you can begin to make out the woman’s form. Feels like you are peering through a net curtain.

El oso (The bear), Vicente do Rego Monteiro, 1925, 86 x 97 cm;

Something about this is very cute, reminds me of Botero but with animals. Although the curves make the work appear soft and mellow at first glance, the grainy effect of the paint and a dark neutral colour palette give the painting a sombre after-tone.

Cuadro escrito (Written painting), León Ferrari, 1964, 66 x 48 cm;

I haven’t read his text all the way (I should), but the beginning of the very first sentence is what immediately caught my attention: “Si yo supiera pintar…” (If I knew how to paint…) The link between different mediums of art such as sculpture, painting, poetry and film has always been very interesting to me, so seeing a visual artist blur the lines between writing and design is captivating. The winding, swirling orthography reflects Ferrari’s introspective reflection in this piece.

El hueso (The bone), Miguel Covarrubias, 1940, 35,6 x 26 cm;

What a polite looking man. The size of this piece, and the placid expression on the subjects face, are both unassuming yet arresting. Alone on a corner wall in the gallery, the bright colours save it from getting lost in a sea of negative space. Yet something about the man’s expression, his eyes, seems distant and resigned.

Sin título (Untitled), Jorge de La Vega, 1971, 230 x 280 cm;

This, on the other hand, is an enormous, attention-grabbing piece. It seems logical that it is a product of the late 60s/early 70s with its almost psychedelic visual effect. Initially I didn’t look twice at the piece, largely indifferent, but the eyes of the apple-eating woman seemed to follow me around the corners of the exhibition room, so that I was forced to reconsider it. There is a childlike sense of wonder here, but her slightly crazed expression makes me wonder if there is a more sinister undertone.

Doing this actually kind of helped my headache! I haven’t been able to paint much lately because of the pain, so it’s nice to be able to still access art in this way.

[parrillaelgaucho]

Las Redes Sociales tienen ese no sé qué. Voy a contar una historia sobre un Ticket que se viralizó, para ello tuvimos la ayuda de muchos internautas y de muchos medios que levantaron el guante sin chequear NADA. . La Verdadera Historia se la contamos a @mgoldbart. . "Hace unos días fui a una Parrilla y me cobraron 3 pesos porque salimos Campeones del Mundo. Adjunto ticket", cuenta en Twitter la cuenta Ladri Gurú, quien efectivamente muestra el comprobante. El ticket tiene fecha del 18 de enero de 2023 a las 10:41, cuatro horas y trece minutos antes de que se cumpliera un mes exacto de que Gonzalo Montiel convirtiera el penal decisivo en la final contra Francia en Qatar 2022. El posteo se viralizó rápidamente y las respuestas fueron desde "El que es Campeón cobra lo que quiere" hasta que debió haber sido un descuento, pasando por "Qué temprano para un Lomo y un Vino Tinto". Es que el comensal, desde la mesa 1 le pidió al identificado como Mozo 5 una botella de Vino Tinto y un "Lomo Bleu Don Segundo Francia". . . En diálogo con Clarín, el empresario gastronómico Jorge Ferrari @ferraribsas revela: "El ticket es FAKE. Es Marketing de Guerrilla". . La cuenta de Twitter de la Parrilla reaccionó: "Si me van a viraIizar un ticket que sea uno que los lleve a un lugar en donde fueron felices. Sí, también pudo haber sido acá”. . Ferrari contó que en los primeros 3 días desde que se dio a conocer el falso ticket, fueron 50 las mesas que pidieron que se les cobre el adicional por las 3 ⭐ de Campeón Mundial dice satisfecho por haber alcanzado su objetivo sin los recursos de los Restaurantes líderes del mercado. Al no serlo, explica, hay que posicionarse de otra manera. . Jorge Ferrari fue criado por sus Bisabuelos y a los 16, con el apoyo de ellos, decidió emanciparse. Vivió un año en un auto mientras iba al colegio y se bañaba en un mercado para llegar presentable a clases. . Ferrari tiene un Posgrado en Comunicación en la NYU y hace 33 años que se dedica a la Gastronomía, también es aficionado a la Fotografía y así lo demuestra en su cuenta de Instagram. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn9fVfArKb8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[brunito812]

¿Es hora de que el papa anule el infierno?

Buenos Aires, 24 de diciembre de 1997

Juan Pablo II

Ciudad del Vaticano

De nuestra consideración:

Se acerca el fin del milenio. Se acerca, posiblemente, el Apocalipsis y el Juicio Final. Si es cierto que son pocos los que se salvan, como advierte el Evangelio, se acerca para la mayor parte de la humanidad el comienzo de un infierno inacabable. Para evitarlo basta volver a la justicia que Dios Padre dictó en el Génesis. Si Él castigó la desobediencia de Eva suprimiendo nuestra inmortalidad, no es justo que el Hijo nos la haya restituido, tantos siglos después, prolongando padecimientos. Si una parte de la Trinidad dicta una sentencia cuya pena termina y se completa con la muerte, no puede otra parte abrir cada causa, agregar otra sentencia, resucitar el cadáver y aplicar un castigo adicional que repite infinitas veces el castigo ya cumplido por el pecador una vez muerto. La justicia del Hijo contradice y viola la del Padre. La existencia del Paraíso no justifica la del Infierno: la bondad de los pocos salvados no les permitirá ser felices sabiendo eternamente que novias o hermanas o madres o amigos y también desconocidos y enemigos (prójimo que Jesús nos ordena amar y perdonar) sufren en tierras de Satanás. Le solicitamos, entonces, volver al Pentateuco y tramitar la anulación del Juicio Final y de la inmortalidad.

Lo saludamos atentamente.

CIHABAPAI

(Club de impíos herejes apóstatas blasfemos ateos paganos agnósticos e infieles, en formación)

Adhieren a esta iniciativa Daniel Acosta, Rodolfo Agüero, María Inés Aldaburu, Alberto Alonso, María Álvarez, Irma Amato, Roberto Amigo Cerisola, Osvaldo Baigorria, Elba Bairon, Oscar Balducci, Carmen Baliero, Irene Banchero, Jorge Barneau, Ricardo Bartís, Florencia Battiti, Fernando Bedoya, Alfredo Benavidez Bedoya, Miguel Ángel Bengochea, Alicia Benítez, Carlos Boccardo, Nestor Boher, Oscar Bony, Juliano Borobio Matos, Mirta Botta, Marcelo Boullosa, Michèle G. Briante, Fernando Broussalis, Anahí Cáceres, Luis Camnitzer, Viviana Canet, Juan C. Capurro, David Carbó, Adrián Carreira, Álvaro Castagnino, Aníbal Cedrón, Marcelo Céspedes, Gustavo Charif, Diana Chorne, Emilia Chouhy de Finger, Diego Ciardullo, Gabriel Correa, María Mercedes Covas, Adolfo Coronato, Salvador Costanzo, Florencia Crescimbeni, Carmen D’Elía, Deni De Biaggi, Patricia Delmar, Mirta Dermisache, Santiago Deymonnaz, Marta Dillon, Juan Carlos Distéfano, Juan Doffo, Diana Dowek, Andrés Duprat, Gaba Echeverría, Beba Eguía, Emei, Lucas Engel, Gabriela Esquivada, Omar Estela, Roberto Fabbiani, Fernando Fazzolari, Alejandra Fenochio, León Ferrari, Mónica Filgueiras, Gloria Filipuzzi, Federico Finger, Julio Flores, Elsa Flores Ballesteros, Hernán Jaime Fontanet, Ana Foos, Jean Franco, Luis Freisztav, Roxana Fuertes, Pedro Gaeta, Griselda Gambaro, Nora García, Fernando García Delgado, Cristián Gay, Silvia Gay, Juan Gelman, Marisa Giménez, Mónica Girón, Andrea Giunta, Omar Glezer, Daniel Glüzmann, Ana Godel, Carmen Guarini, Miguel Harte, Joos Heintz, Juan Herrera, María José Herrera, Alicia Herrero, Eduardo Iglesias Brickles, Alejandro Inchaurregui, Graciela Jacob, Álvaro Jiménez, Magdalena Jitrik, Javier Maldonado, Pablo Marchetti, Silvina Martínez, Noé Jitrik, Kenneth Kemble, Guillermo Kexel, Laura Klein, Raquel Kogan, Patricia Kolesnikov, Patricia Korenblit, Diego Korman, Martín Kovensky, Mara La Madrid, Ramiro Larraín, Sergio Langer, Juan Lepes, Gabriel Levinas, Federico Lezcano (Bode), Ricardo Longhini, Ana López, Javier Maldonado, Ernesto Mallo, Laura Malosetti, Norberto José Martínez, José Luis Meirás, Nora Menghi, Leonardo Moledo, Tununa Mercado, María Moreno, Ester Nazarian, Adolfo Nigro, Luis Niveiro, Luis Felipe Noé, Fernando Noy, José Nun, Alejandro Oliva, Norberto Onofrio, Daniel Ontiveros, Enrique Oteiza, Clemente Padim, Pablo Páez, Margarita Paksa, Marcelo Paredes, Gerardo Patiño, Alan Pauls, Hilda Paz, Carlos Peralta, Margarita Perata, Pérez Celis, Ricardo Piglia, Alejandro Puente, Augusto Reinhold, Rep, Juan Carlos Romero, León Rozitchner, Horacio Rueda, Alfredo Saavedra, Corinne Sacca-Abadi, Guillermo Saccomanno, Tulio Sagastizábal, Carlos Ángel Sánchez, Viviana Sasso, Cristina Schiavi, Daniel Schiavi, Julia Schneider, Marcia Schvartz, Oscar Serra, Diego Sigalevich (Catón), Gabriela Siracusano, Rosa Skifik, Oscar Smoje, Elsa Soibelman, Sometidos por Morgan, Pablo Suárez, Asunción Suárez, Enrique Symns, María Inés Tapia Vera, Osvaldo Tcherkaski, Cristina Terzaghi, Alejandro Vainstein, Miguel Vayo, Ileana Vegezzi, Beatriz Velázquez, Daniel Veronese, Olga Viglieca, Jorge Villarroel, Luciana Volco, Teresa Volco, Yacaré Cumbiao-Litoral Poético, Alicia Zárate, Horacio Zabala, Beatriz Zardain, Luis Ziembrowski, Vicente Zito Lema, Lucía Marck-Meister, siguen las firmas

this is cute but also i like to think the pope has to preface every single statement with "this isn't dogma but" like he has to break character for a sec and clarify that he's not speaking ex cathedra