A nice piece of historical trivia: many of Castro’s 60s slumberfests were held in Havana’s Teatro Chaplin. (The speeches veer between the grotesque and the hilarious. Check Fidel in 1959 asking Venezuelan students whether he should dedicate himself to the revolution or to signing autographs.)
Bill Baar reminds us that this is not the first time military leaders have disagreed with their political bosses re strategic change. The anti-Bushos cheerleading the generals might like to recall what happened the last time the Spanish military picked a fight with head office.
Are at the CCCB bar tonight. Apparently clients take all their clothes off and jump around in a completely non-exploitative way. One may venture a glimpse.
Some people think that Marc‘s headgear is sheepish, others that it is Phrygian. One significant advantage is that, upside-down, it makes an excellent beard. Elsewhere, Jill Bollman writes: To make my son’s sheep costume, I used a pair of cream-colored long underwear and glued bunched pillow batting all over it. Next, I bought a cream-colored…
Here’s the real-life flipside to Valley of the wolves, Iraq: a Turkish military court has released the phenomenally brave gay consciencious objector Mehmet Tarhan. An excellent piece by Bernard Bouwman in Dutch in the NRC describes how our man decided after 9/11 that this fight was not his in any sense and–traitor!–refused to serve when…
Life is skittles, life is beer, and, where possible, life is adultery. There’s a lovely bit in Enrique Jardiel Poncela’s But … were there ever eleven thousand virgins? where he says that amor is Spanish for two people eating stew together. Resistance is futile, my dear, particularly with the roses up in the Cervantes gardens…
A semi-literate, a verbose nitwit, from Writer’s Block. Romance language speakers are nothing like as innovative or as welcoming of innovation as the Dutch.