El Baile Moderno

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Jorge: para nosotros hacer música es sinónimo de hacer rock, hacer rock es tener una banda. Nos formamos hace 15 o 18 años, ya no lo recuerdo bien. Un amigo nos sugirió que adoptemos el nombre de Estación Experimental y nos gustó. No tiene nada que ver con el club de fútbol del mismo nombre, lo elegimos porque suena lindo, sólo por eso.

— Jorge Piñero, en una linda nota de La Gaceta, que de vez en cuando te sorprende, a Estación Experimental, banda tucumana fundamental

Anonymous asked: How is making white people jokes not racist, but making black jokes racist?

mansplainedmarxist:

because of history.

-mm

snubpollard:

(Nightingale, Field Nurse, Yuki Higashiura, written by Hiroshi Suzuki)

snubpollard:

(Nightingale, Field Nurse, Yuki Higashiura, written by Hiroshi Suzuki)

Podetti Capo. 

Podetti Capo. 

hoy me levanté con ésta canción en la cabeza, de cuando morrissey era bueno.

Pensar que en una época Mark Millar era capaz de escribir cosas como esta. Por este tipo de comics es que uno todavía mantiene una luz de esperanza y lee las basuras que escribe hoy en día, esperando que vuelva a ser el gran guionista que en algún momento fue. 

(De Superman Adventures #25, 1998). 

Creatures, Featured, Kendra Yee, robado de aquí

"Let’s see. I wonder if I can remember the staple ones that I was told. First, there was the house with a room in which a series of people insisted on passing the night; and each of them in the morning was found kneeling in a acorner, and had just time to say, "I’ve seen it", and died"

"Wasn’t that the house in Berkeley Square?"

"I dare say it was. Then there was the man who heard a noise in the passage at night, opened his door, and saw someone crawling towards him on all fours with his eye hanging out on his cheek. There was besides, let me think - Yes! the room where a man was found dead with a horseshoe mark on his forehead, and the floor under the bed was covered with marks of horseshoes also; I don’t know why. Also there was the lady who, on locking her bedroom door in a strange house, head a thin voice among the bed-curtains say, "Now we’re shut in for the night". None of those had any explanation of sequel. I wonder if they go on still, those stories." 

(M.R. James, A School Story, en More Ghost Stories, 1911).