Archive for March, 2015

March 18, 2015

Kitagawa_Utamaro_-_Hairdresser_(Kamiyui)_-_from_the_series_'Twelve_types_of_women's_handicraft_(Fujin_tewaza_juniko)'_-_Google_Art_Project(kitagawa utamaro)

there’s a spanish dessert called brazo gitano. i think spaniards are trying to come up with a new name for it just now, realizing that tourists from france and england and the americas find it offensive. it means gypsy arm. it’s a thin layer of cake (sometimes brown, often white), spread with sweet cream, chocolate, or custard, then rolled up to make an oblong cylinder. when you cut it in slices, you see a spiral of the filling in the middle. bakers often frost the outside, and sometimes put sprinkles on top. i recall somebody telling me when i was a kid that the sprinkles were like arm hair.

i wonder what alternative name they’ll come up with.

Spread2LRG._V198773820_(maira) my ode to my friends


March 4, 2015

if you haven’t watched it, you must.

Dreamtigers, Borges

In my childhood I was a fervent worshiper of the tiger: not the jaguar, the spotted “tiger” of the Amazonian tangles and the isles of vegetation that float down the Paraná, but that striped, Asiatic, royal tiger, that can only be faced by a man of war, on a castle atop an elephant. I used to linger endlessly before one of the cages at the zoo; I judged vast encyclopedias and books of natural history by the splendor of their tigers. (I still remember those illustrations: I who cannot rightly recall the brow or the smile of a woman.) Childhood passed away, and the tigers and my passion for them grew old, but still they are in my dreams. At that submerged or chaotic level they keep prevailing. And so, as I sleep, some dream beguiles me, and suddenly I know I am dreaming. Then I think: this is a dream, a pure diversion of my will; and now that I have unlimited power, I am going to cause a tiger.

Oh, incompetence! Never can my dreams engender the wild beast I long for. The tiger indeed appears, but stuffed or flimsy, or with impure variations of shape, or of an implausible size, or all too fleeting, or with a touch of the dog or the bird.


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