FANTASTIC MR. FOX

Ayer por fin vi "El fantastico Mr. Fox" y para mi sorpresa, estaba en espanol. O sea que me perdí las voces de Clooney, Streep, Murray, etc. Aún así, no se la pierdan, la animación está increible, y parece ser que Wes Anderson (The Royal Tenembaums) la dirigió a distancia. Es decir, el estaba en su casa y a través de la nuevas tecnologías fue dirigiendo su última peli.

Les dejo el trailer.




Por cierto, una vez más, la selección de música de Anderson es buenísima!

LISTA DE CREATURAS LEGENDARIAS

Me tope con esta lista de creaturas legendarias. Solo les puse unas cuantas de la A para abrir boca. Esta buenisimo el link para los que les gusta la mitologia.

Ahi va.


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Ivan Bilibin's Alkonost

* Á Bao A Qu (Malay) - Entity that lives in the Tower of Victory in Chitor
* Aatxe (Basque) - Spirit that takes the form of a bull
* Abassy (Yakuts) - Demons that have teeth of iron
* Abada (African) - Small type of unicorn reported to live in the lands of the African Congo
* Äbädä (Tatar) - Forest spirit
* Abaia (Melanesian) - Huge magical eel
* Abarimon (Medieval Bestiaries) - Savage humanoid with backward feet
* Abath (Malay) - One-horned animal
* Abatwa (Zulu) - Little people that ride ants
* Abura-bō (Japanese) - Spectral fire from Shiga Prefecture, in which the shape of a monk can often be seen
* Abura-sumashi (Japanese) - creature from a mountain pass in Kumamoto Prefecture
* Acephali (Greek) - Headless humanoids
* Acheri (Indian) - Disease-bringing ghost
* Achiyalabopa (Puebloan) - Rainbow-feathered birds
* Achlis (Roman) - Curious elk
* Adar Llwch Gwin (Welsh) - Giant birds that understand human languages
* Adaro (Solomon Islands) - Malevolent merfolk
* Adhene (Manx) - Nature spirit
* Adlet (Inuit) - Vampiric dog-human hybrid
* Adroanzi (Lugbara) - Nature spirit
* Adze (Ewe people) - African vampiric forest being
* Aerico (Macedonian) - Disease demon
* Afanc (Welsh) - Lake monster (exact lake varies by story)
* Agathodaemon (Greek) - Spirit of vinefields and grainfields
* Agloolik (Inuit) - Ice spirit that aids hunters and fishermen
* Agogwe (East Africa) - Small, ape-like humanoid
* Ahkiyyini (Inuit) - Animated skeleton that causes shipwrecks
* Ahuizotl (Aztec) - Anthropophagous dog-monkey hybrid
* Aigamuxa (Khoikhoi) - Anthropophagous humanoid with eyes in its instep
* Aigikampoi (Etruscan) - Fish-tailed goat
* Aigamuxa (Khoikhoi) - Man-eating Ogres
* Aitu (Polynesian) - Malevolent spirits or demons
* Aitvaras (Lithuanian) - Household spirit
* Ajatar (Finnish) - Dragon
* Akabeko (Japanese) - Red cow involved in the construction of Enzō-ji in Yanaizu, Fukushima
* Akamataa (Japanese) - Snake spirit from Okinawa
* Akateko (Japanese) - Tree-dwelling monster
* Akhlut (Inuit) - Orca-wolf shapeshifter
* Akka (Finnish) - Female spirits or minor goddesses
* Akki (Japanese) - Large, grotesque humanoid
* Akkorokamui (Ainu) - Sea monster
* Akuma (Japanese) - Evil spirit

MAPA DE EMISIONES, NACIMIENTOS Y MUERTES

Les dejo el link de este mapa que me encanto. En cada pais te dice cuanta gente nace y muere por minuto y cuantas toneladas de CO2 emite.

En China nace una persona cada 1.7 segundos! Y muere una cada 3.4. Como la ven? Hagan sus cuentas. Al rato cada quien va a tener que alojar un chinito en su cuarto.

GOTA DE AGUA

Vean que bonito. Sabian que las gotas de agua pueden rebotar?

SI TAN SOLO...

Si tan solo cooperaramos como los changos...

GRAPHIC DESIGNER VS. CLIENT

Si alguno de ustedes es diseñador gráfico, publicista, etc. Esto les va a hacer mucha gracia (o los va hacer chillar). Está cagadísimo. El clásico abuso del cliente.

SWAPSKILL

Me topé con Swapskill. Me encantó. Es una web donde intercambias algo que sabes o quieres hacer por alguna otra cosa que alguien más sabe o quiere o puede hacer.

Ejemplo: Holiday in India for a Website
"I built a new website for Ishpal in India and in return I got a holiday and made a great new friend, Swapping across the world" - brilliant!"
- Heinz, Bielefeld, Germany


Ahi se los dejo por si se ofrece.

CASH: SIN PALABRAS

Chequen la joya que me encontré.
Es de cuando hicieron Sheriff a Johnny.

CAPITANES DE BARCO

Buenísimo esto que me encontré. Véanlo con detalle. Soy fan de Ahab. "I spit my last breath at thee..."

A THOUSAND KISSES DEEP

Les dejo aqui este poema tan bonito de Leonard Cohen, narrado por él.

Lo narro durante el concierto y fue muy bonito. Escuchen la letra.

Gracias por los buenos deseos, esos siempre vienen bien.

HOLA!

Hey, perdón por el abandono.
He tenido unos días terribles.
Pero creo que la tormenta esta por teminar.
Pronto los veré por aqui de nuevo.
Gracias por seguir.

Abrazo.

SAW 6

Ayer vi Saw en su sexta entrega.

Que diversion. No dejan de parecerme divertidas. Y considero, que la 6 es la segunda mejor despues de la primera.

(por cierto, mi computadora ya no quiere poner acentos).

Asi que los que vieron las otras 5, aprovechen para ver esta ultima que esta muy divertida.

Y me paso algo muy cagado, como era Halloween, en Cinepolis trajeron en una carreta a un guey disfrazado del mono de Saw y lo aventaron frente a la pantalla. Como si estuviera muerto.

Pense que iba a ser una onda tipo performance donde el mono se iba a levantar a media peli y nos iba a espantar.

Pues no, resulta que el mono este estuvo tirado ahi como 20 minutos y de pronto se paro y se fue.

Asi nomas.

Nos dio mas risa eso que el posible susto que nos iba a dar. Se aburrio y se fue, o nunca recibio el cue para hacer algo.

En lo que gasta cinepolis...


Y ayer vi el trailer de la nueva de Wes Anderson, se llama "Fantastic Mr. Fox" y es animada, con la voz de Clooney, Bill Murray, Meryl Streep. Se ve increible. Y cuentan que basicamente Anderson la dirigio por mail, via remota.



Para los que no lo ubiquen, es el creador de Rushmore y de Los Royal Tenembaums.

INGLORIOUS BASTERDS BY GROUCHO

Aqui les dejo la crítica de Inglorious Basterds por Groucho.
Crítica bastante arriesgada y atinada.

Les dejo un cachito para abrir boca. El resto lo encuentran en Criticsociety.


Este cineasta es en parte un creador admirable y en parte un frustrante desperdicio; ha visto tanto y lo ha absorbido con tal entusiasmo que podría generar muchas más cosas de altísima calidad pero se queda corto. Probablemente porque su mente brillante necesita estructuras externas y casi no las obtiene, produce poco y cada vez menos, y es a veces tan experimental que desconcierta

FOTOS

Me encontré con ésta imagen que me pareció bellisima.

La subió Stuck in Customs

No se nada de él, pero tiene unas imagenes buenísimas.

WHAT IS A MAN BY TOM CHIARELLA

Les dejo éste artículo. Soy Fan (de hecho ya soy fan en facebook) de Tom Chiarella. Escribe muy bien. Casi siempre en Esquire.

Lean la entrevista que le hizo a Guy Ritchie en la última Esquire. Es buenísima.
Está en su facebook.


Pues los dejo con el texto. A ver que opinan.



What Is a Man?



By Tom Chiarella


A man carries cash. A man looks out for those around him — woman, friend, stranger. A man can cook eggs. A man can always find something good to watch on television. A man makes things — a rock wall, a table, the tuition money. Or he rebuilds — engines, watches, fortunes. He passes along expertise, one man to the next. Know-how survives him. This is immortality. A man can speak to dogs. A man fantasizes that kung fu lives deep inside him somewhere. A man knows how to sneak a look at cleavage and doesn't care if he gets busted once in a while. A man is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation, not his hobby. Not his career. His job. It doesn't matter what his job is, because if a man doesn't like his job, he gets a new one.

A man can look you up and down and figure some things out. Before you say a word, he makes you. From your suitcase, from your watch, from your posture. A man infers.

A man owns up. That's why Mark McGwire is not a man. A man grasps his mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes them or not.

Some mistakes, though, he lets pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.

A man loves the human body, the revelation of nakedness. He loves the sight of the pale breast, the physics of the human skeleton, the alternating current of the flesh. He is thrilled by the snatch, by the wrist, the sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the crease of a bent knee. When his woman bends to pick up her underwear, he feels that thrum that only a man can feel.

A man doesn't point out that he did the dishes.

A man looks out for children. Makes them stand behind him.

A man knows how to bust balls.

A man has had liquor enough in his life that he can order a drink without sounding breathless, clueless, or obtuse. When he doesn't want to think, he orders bourbon or something on tap.

Never the sauvignon blanc.

A man welcomes the coming of age. It frees him. It allows him to assume the upper hand and teaches him when to step aside.

Maybe he never has, and maybe he never will, but a man figures he can knock someone, somewhere, on his ass.

He does not rely on rationalizations or explanations. He doesn't winnow, winnow, winnow until truths can be humbly categorized, or intellectualized, until behavior can be written off with an explanation. He doesn't see himself lost in some great maw of humanity, some grand sweep. That's the liberal thread; it's why men won't line up as liberals.

A man gets the door. Without thinking.

He stops traffic when he must.

A man resists formulations, questions belief, embraces ambiguity without making a fetish out of it. A man revisits his beliefs. Continually. That's why men won't forever line up with conservatives, either.

A man knows his tools and how to use them — just the ones he needs. Knows which saw is for what, how to find the stud, when to use galvanized nails.

A miter saw, incidentally, is the kind that sits on a table, has a circular blade, and is used for cutting at precise angles. Very satisfying saw.

A man knows how to lose an afternoon. Drinking, playing Grand Theft Auto, driving aimlessly, shooting pool.

He knows how to lose a month, also.

A man listens, and that's how he argues. He crafts opinions. He can pound the table, take the floor. It's not that he must. It's that he can.

A man is comfortable being alone. Loves being alone, actually. He sleeps.

Or he stands watch. He interrupts trouble. This is the state policeman. This is the poet. Men, both of them.

A man loves driving alone most of all.

Style — a man has that. No matter how eccentric that style is, it is uncontrived. It's a set of rules.

He understands the basic mechanics of the planet. Or he can close one eye, look up at the sun, and tell you what time of day it is. Or where north is. He can tell you where you might find something to eat or where the fish run. He understands electricity or the internal-combustion engine, the mechanics of flight or how to figure a pitcher's ERA.

A man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what other men know.

A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to. He can tell you when he is lost. He can apologize, even if sometimes it's just to put an end to the bickering.

A man does not wither at the thought of dancing. But it is generally to be avoided.

A man watches. Sometimes he goes and sits at an auction knowing he won't spend a dime, witnessing the temptation and the maneuvering of others. Sometimes he stands on the street corner watching stuff. This is not about quietude so much as collection. It is not about meditation so much as considering. A man refracts his vision and gains acuity. This serves him in every way. No one taught him this — to be quiet, to cipher, to watch. In this way, in these moments, the man is like a zoo animal: both captive and free. You cannot take your eyes off a man when he is like that. You shouldn't. The hell if you know what he is thinking, who he is, or what he will do next