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Thursday, February 17, 2011

EN EL VIEJO SAN JUAN

HACE mucho no escribo en el de Cervantes. No es por come mierda, sino por joder, por que puedo, aunque sea un
pidgin English. Ayer tuve una rara experiencia de esas of the third kind en un BAR en  mayuscula, con la musica mas hijaeputa que pueda encontrarse, claro si usted conoce de salsa/afrocubana.


Encima un bartender, Robert, vecino del lado opuesto de Santurce,  con un conocimiento abarcador del tema, una gentileza fuera de lo usual, al igual que su socio cuyo nombre no recuerdo bien, i un hijo de crianza de Pellin, llamado Andy.


Fueron tres horas intensas de tocar el bongo que me prestaron, charlas sobre un tema que es primordial junto a la horticultura, libar Medallas con Palo Viejo, observar la movida con los gringos turistas que frecuentan este espacio: EL ADOQUIN DEL PATIO, en el Viejo San Juan en la frontera con otro legendario vecindario, La Perla. 

Si le gusta la musica tropical, la que valia la pena, dese una visita. No se arrepentira...Algo muy positivo en tiempos de crisis financiera son sus precios.  Pero reitero la musica,  el espacio con techos de 15 pies hace de la experiencia algo fresco i diferente. La amplitud es vital.  Las fotos dan alguna idea de la atmosfera que se disfruta en el El Adoquin...

Por otro lado, hay otras fotos, resultado de lo que sera mi nueva rutina los miercoles, (El Viejo San Juan) que no van con esta anecdota, asi que si le gusto esto i desea ver el fin, una puertorriquenhada CLASICA, visite el blog con dicho nombre. 


Dario apaga la luh.

update

Volvi una semana despues, (ayer), a devolver un discompacto de David Pike i El Sexteto La Playa con aquel genio de Vitin Aviles que me habia prestado, i obsequiarle una recopilacion de  algunos miembros del Buena Vista Social Club, tres de los cuales han pasado a mejor vida.

Como no estaba, me fui.

Termine dandome una i uno en Wiso's Velillas Bar en la San Francisco, con mejores precios aun, pero unas mierdas de stools en metal super incomodos, algo que no ocurre en el primero.
La musica en Wiso's es del mismo genero pero no la calidad i buen gusto del Patio.

Es pertinente contar las aventura, experiencia en la 
Biblioteca Carnegie.


La chupatuerca administradora, al preguntarle porque el plafon de la misma estaba en tan bochornoso estado, contesta: "Por las inclemencias del tiempo''...no sin antes mirarme como preguntando kien carajos se creera este.


A la segunda pregunta de Antigonum el inquisidor, I no la van arreglar nunca?
Con gesto similar respondio: "El municipio, al alcalde, la va a cerrar para arreglarla".


Al salir observando la mierda de mantenimiento en las areas verdes le pregundo al guardia de seguridad el tiempo que lleva trabajando ahi, respondiendo que cinco anhos. El tiempo que la Biblioteca Carnegie, lleva jodida, dos administraciones. Anhadiendo que tenia comejen, que no habian chavos. 

Este jumirde servidor le indico que lo que no hay es cerebro, capacidad administrativa, imaginacion apuntando a la cien. Que el comejen se resuelve con una centaveria. 

Esto es lo mismo que ocurre en la Universdidad Sagrado Corazon, La Plantacion Luis Munhoz Marin, El Museo de Arte Moderno i estos lambestacas de turno, me falta el ATENEO PUERTORRIQUENHO, otra impresionante POCILGA,  pero mejor me voy.

apago i me voy.

Monday, February 7, 2011

A DAY BY THE PARK

 ONE of my earliest memories as a child was marked by one visit to the Luis Munhoz Rivera Park. ONE visit. It was enough to determine
what I was to become unconsciously 51  years later. A deep respect for nature and the aboriginal simple ways. 


My dad, a poor guy, not humble at all, auto repair man from the city, with a cigar maker, alcoholic father, demonstrated  that pride is useless unless you have some solid fundamental structure to support it. In his case reading. My dad was very unpleasant with the ignorant, not necessarily in the academic ways .  I do not mean only with those who could not read, but the whole spectrum.


My mother, a product from our extinct agricultural roots, taught me that fundamentals, being consequent with one actions, moral and religion beliefs is what really matter when judging one's character and complacent ways.


My dad's overcame my mother's silly, bland, complacent with this valley of tears lame, weak, view of life.  I  am ruthless, no pity or prisoners taken. In terms of nature, flora/fauna and/or environmental issues. 


I think that will do for now....
I would suggest to those Puercorican lovers of the rag flag, too often just posing, high fist, firebrand,  culture, language, food, music and scenery to be more consistent with their actions and writings.

There is not much left to be proud
off.  Your action/words are just that...water and salt.

Friday, February 4, 2011

UNIVERSIDAD SAGRADO CORAZON YOU ARE ALWAYS ON ME MIND


IT IS TIME FOR AN INTERVIEW

NO GUEST STARS 
JUST EDITOR AND SELF

 E:  Could you share your relation with this neighbor from hell?
AC:  It has been 36 months of noise, pollution and smell, 24/7, plus the organic waste on me roof that I have to clean with risk of me life.

E:  Have you informed the hierarchy in that over rated, expensive no heart, just muscle university, and what have been the result, if any? 

AC:  I have informed them at least seven times, without any result. This institution should pack and move out. It is too big for this community, imagine over 1,200 vehicles, staff, students, plus garbage, delivery trucks in a residential neighborhood. 

E:  Could we get on the road with the show now?

AC: Certainly, the public wants is your humble servant provides it.

END

The pictures at left represent all that is wrong with this Caribbean island. Art that is not, impunity at its best in a just for profit institution lead by dull administrators without any vision, respect for the rights, quality of life of the four cardinal points surrounding community.

Illegal and not invaders and USA, citizens. 

HOW BLIND, DUMB/DEAF AND MUTE
IS THE ADMINISTRATOR?  

I have sent this character paper letters, emails, and me blog links.  More than ONCE, I informed that these traffic jams thanks to the stupid narrow entrance and gates with room only for one car at a time, could be resolved with a sixth grade elementary school suggestion:
Main entrance to the premises by San Agustin street or Eduardo Conde street will be determined by parking permit ODD or EVEN numbers.  One does not need a phd as Mr. Ricci does, to figure this out, evidently, he is incapable of THINKING, to improve the situation.
But as your humble servant states, UNIVERSIDAD Sagrado Corazon is a little microcosm of ALL that is wrong with Puerto Rico, USA.

Expensive useless college diplomas, pollution, noise, overcrowding, lack of systematic maintenance to green areas, buildings and infrastructure, inflated salaries, too many employees, hiring of illegals for maintenance jobs and so on and so forth.

Lucky me.
All this inspiration next door.