Cervix 3 Days Befor Peroid

Nothing to say (is) Miss Baltimore Hon

(Robert Longo, Series Men in the cities , 1979)

(*) you will recognize that there is nothing worse than finding an old lover in a corner. The chamfer is a transit area where you can not ignore the surprise, while the corner is fleeting and forgotten step free. Ten years ago not seen and it took another fifty to have the urge. In total amounted to an eternity sallow and flat, immune from any action that would give relief and which the grotesque vanity was solvent. When it has been so long at the mercy of silence and thinking it knows all of the other education applies to any other drive, is violent, judicial or mere desire to lose sight altogether. The methodical and worthwhile plan not find each other is replaced by a courtesy as useless as vicar of cowardice. We were brought up straightaway, so we got into one of those bars that open engagement at the corners to solve this type of embarrassing situation, we drink and we sat lopsided compromise, watching the clock and missing the next hour.

The bar was so minimal and the dossier to be solved: three tables against the wall with three chairs each, one of which faced the shift to client gotelé painting of a grayish yellow unadorned a short bar, dotted with rations wrapped in a sterile plastic stools and no church could do, a gaping hole leading into the kitchen and a noisy coffee at the center looked like a shrine waiting for the unwary. The one local woman led him into some meat but still young and beautiful avoiding tight look you in the face when you asked something more to protect the supply of foreign tedium that hostility. He moved with a determination that none of the customers expect from this place, his diligence was more about wanting to erase a past which no need of the trade. He wiped a table gathering remains thoroughly and took the dishes to the kitchen, piled in the sink, forming a symmetrical tower covered with aligned on one side and the other vessel, turned the tap against the wall and sat down to eat a meal and while he was mediated turns on the cooker to a steak alone. Finished eating, he folded his napkin carefully, lit a cigarette wiped the plate, washing dishes and the linoleum floor without moving in the same tile, closed the cabinet over the sink, he sat down on the only chair, lined feet, clasping his knees, raised his chest without looking up and was listening to the sounds uninteresting scarce and deaf who came from the bar. The first sun of sitting on the floor drew the same line wide, dirty and faithfully every evening, got up to straighten the rod of the blind that occurred until a uniform tone shades. The precision of their movements seem to obey a secret plan to submit to a rigorous site cadastre search any flight line and measured any horizon, starting with himself, preventing any hint of adventure that could make it recognize and escape from the squalor of and local work. With every gesture exact absences showed he wanted to hide, as many holes as they did in the fringe matted with a twitch of two fingers. Its purpose of links was so careful to avoid taking him out with such a lack of greed and piety. Returned to the kitchen, picked up something inconceivable from the ground, stooping teaching a clean round neckline of which was no longer responsible and asking commit crimes of disorder. Came due.

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- I've been ignored, not even you've had coffee, suddenly I heard that the reason for being there, waking reality. The truth is that I was as witty as ever.

(*) Nickjournal Published in the July 7, 2009

Butter Equivalents Shortening

(*) With the arrival of summer seasons in Baltimore together through the competition of Miss Hon , the festival's tribute to working women held each year under the sarcastic The motto of High the hair the closer to God! This time the Queen has been Surreline, round meat and sympathetic beauty. Wigs pounds of armor and get paint and painting styles that belie any temptation to get close to God since the industrial crisis of the 70 Hampden neighborhood became a mecca for the white trash . The neighborhood was paralyzed in its last heyday, sixties, which faithfully recreates the style contest Miss Hon since 1994. What really holds Miss Hon is a gaudy lifestyle that was displayed with pride when the miniskirt, the wage insurance and a sense of achievement by working in a factory started to allow it.

The festival occupies a single street, the main Hampden, pompously known for The Avenue (a declaration of independence for a street) and full of hair salons, bars, eccentric, unemployed uninsured geeks without fee but with rhythm, shops extravagant clothes and jewelry, a couple of pharmacies ambushes and some antique trail closer to the cabinet which purports to grant a last impostada style to your buyer. In its extremes are two scenarios modest, for musical groups will grapple with issues in the neighborhood own Johnny Cash, country , swing and everything sixties to third, and the main intended contest of the Miss, both infant and mother, as mothers and grandmothers are competing. The neighbors on stage dressed in cooking aprons adorned with sequins, curlers and sleep caps, tulle illusion miss, scrubs embedded in both home and street, wearing gaudy dresses of satisfaction with fronts bright fuchsia pink and leave no to doubt. Up proud to be neighbors of Hampden and secure to overcome the peculiar conditions of the contest: "Talent is not required, but hidden skills are valued as singing, telling a story about the life of the district, to recite some sharp gravel in the local lingo or playing improvised. In fact, Miss Hon won for playing Take Me Out to the Ball Game a xylophone made from soda bottles. In addition, the winner must be willing to march in the main events of the year: Christmas, Thanksgiving Day, 4th of July and Halloween . One of the judges boasts a competition with humor: Ask standards demanding and have followed ten years of therapy with the possibility of being right now. Be chosen queen for a year in a district that produces only local news program of festivities and get just tourists is the main aspiration for their wives. So meet the currency of the festival: Honor the Working Women of America .

What in the humble, and so far self- Hampden Honfest is festive without concessions to the tragedy and tenderness, without consecration or adjectives, trash culture was made from John Waters and Divine muse. Gender trash and tacky aesthetics begins with Pink Flamingos Divine when proclaims its principles and does not change by others: The filth is my politics!, filth is my life! There is a tourist route, little known and discreet, as befits Baltimore, but has its devotees and places of worship, including the salon where she cuts her hair Hairspray director , the tomb of Divine ( less secret than that of Poe, predictably), the museum which displays a giant statue of the diva and even the place where they shot the final scene of Pink Flamingos .

(Gertrude Stein, Carl Van Vechten, 1935)
In a city that produces images as elusive as famous Gertrude Stein began his career because it looks like the portrait that still did not know that would make Picasso. At Johns Hopkins studied just enough medicine to know the difference between melancholy and nostalgia, and to avoid both, with the help of his character, ambition and potential, not knowing it would end up feeling forced nostalgia of his own face. Genial and paradoxical product of the bourgeoisie of the nineteenth century, left the medicine because he was bored and could not bear "the abnormal", she has conducted a methodical leading abnormality, ie, destined to be normal. Affected by Cubism, which he considered a English painting movement, said "the United States and Spain are the only two Western countries that can make abstractions. For Americans, the abstraction is expressed by depersonalization, in literature and the creation of machines, while in the case of English is expressed as abstract rites unconnected with anything, except with the ritual in itself. " It was in U.S. Ser where he said but in the Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas, which was her lover.

In Baltimore there are more things but they all foreshadow the day glow of the remains of the working class converted into his own show, not some stranger. Poe lived here, whose bicentennial is being celebrated this year, he wrote, he married his cousin Virginia Clemm, 13, died and has no grave and museum. Dr. Hannibal Lecter The worked and was sentenced to nine life sentences in the State Forensic Hospital. The television crime series The Wire goes also here. Resurrection beer outweighs cultural excesses but it's hard to find. The end is the residue of the waves of immigrant workers as diverse languages \u200b\u200bthat forced Rachtleff Paula, a longtime neighborhood of Fell's Point, to learn five languages \u200b\u200bin order to play in the street as a child. And successive docks, shipyards, textile factories, closures, layoffs, misery and splendor that are summarized with cheerful loyalty Miss Hon, John Waters and Divine .

( *) Published in Nickjournal, June 15, 2009 .