Thursday, September 22, 2011

David Foster Wallace


The general sensation is to be in the meddle of an armpit

David Foster Wallace
Feb 21, 1962 – Sep 12, 2008.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Midnight Cowboy









Where's that Joe Buck?

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RATSO

No doctors. No, sir. Not me. Doctors are like goddam auto mechanics. Fix one-thing, unplug another. Operate for piles and while they're there, they unscrew your liver. My old man, for God's sake, wasn't any sicker'n I am when he went to the doctor.

JOE

Well, just exactly what the hell you think you're gonna do? Die on me?

RATSO

I'm going to Florida, that's my only chance.

JOE

You know what's wrong with you? You got fevers. You kinky as a bedbug. How you gonna get to Florida?

RATSO

I'll find the money. If you just get me on the bus, that's all I ask.

JOE

Just when everything's going my way, you gotta pull a stunt like this.

RATSO

I don't even want you to go. Whaddya think of that? I got other plans for my life than dragging around some dumb cowboy that thinks he's God's gift to women. One twenty-buck trick and he's already the biggest stud in New York City. It's laughable.


James Cameron dispara cañones de plasma

En Día Siete, apareció un Hasta atrás mío. Échenle un ojo. Por supuesto, recomiendo todo el sumplemento.

"Veo de nueva cuenta Aliens, de James Cameron, y pienso que el viejo nos echó a perder el mundo. Pienso en los marines espaciales con el único objetivo grabado en su cabeza de aniquilar. Escucho la famosa frase del soldado Hudson "Game over, man, game over", y los gruñidos fieros y masculinos de la morena Vázquez."



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