Wednesday, June 30, 2010

I feel your pain, Salma!

This was before Mexico lost to Argentina, sadly.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Mental Floss Blog's Awesome Survey of Baby Naming Laws

More fuel for the fire that is my obsession with idiosyncratic baby naming practices:

Todos con La Roja!

A Facebook friend and world-renowned human-rights activist posted this on his page, I hope it's OK to re-post.

Go Spain!!!!

La Furia Roja (?!)

I am OBSESSED with World Cup 2010, which isn't surprising when you have a soccer playing Spanish father and grow watching
futbol and toros. ;-) Although I am still learning the rules, (according to my shrink I also haven't learned The Rules) I have gone to unprecedented lengths to watch even (gasp) going to a bar to watch a sporting event. A plus is the hot players. Another plus is the unparalleled bonding opportunities with my father that this provides. Still to be determined is if it will help me to meet a single (preferably European) man (although the one I fell madly in love with quixotically!?).

I never understood why people would congregate at a bar to watch a sporting event, even though I have hosted a Miss Universe watching soiree, complete with guests donning national dress (loosely interpreted). Also, I attend the best sporting event of the art world - the Venice Biennial or the art Olympics- every chance I get. Now I am participating in yet another artworld bonding/collective spectator sport: watching the heinously embarrassingly bad "reality TV" show "Work of Art" on Bravo. First, I began live tweeting, tossing back insidery snarky ironic or funny 140 character or less asides with a crew of artworld nerds such as myself. The hashtag is, as often the case, better than the thing you are tweeting about (not true of Spain trouncing Portugal today in the World Cup!!!!!!). Soon I will take it to the next level and meet a bunch of other artnerds at a bar, watch the show on a big split screen that has a crawl featuring our tweets as well as others, since we will be on our crackberries, iphones, or (Mac) laptops participating. I kid you not. It's an artworld video game, the best one since Corey Arcangel's I Shot Andy Warhol piece.

For nice re-caps of the live tweeting nerdolicious action, go here:
If you want to laugh out loud, go to Twitter and type in #workofart (some of us spell it workoFART) or just go here

One of the very best things about the World Cup is the announcers on Univision. The football match becomes as melodramatic as a telenovela or zarzuela. (because I know absolutely nothing about opera, but grew up with the latter, light opera?) It's never just a gol it's a GOOOOOOOOL!!!!!!! or better yet, a GOOOOOOLAAAAAAASO!!! (spelled golazo of course but pronounced with the soft s). The huge letters expand, contract, and seem to jump out of the screen. Very thrilling! And they refer to many of the goals as SABROSO as if they had just been served a delicious meal. OMAIGA! AILOBIT!

Join the fun here:

And what's not to love when the announcer says things like these (as taken from my twitter/facebook status feed):

[When a goal set up goes terribly wrong, spelled as he pronounced the word] MEESCOMUNIQUEICHON if only #univision announcer was narrating my love life....

Golaaaazoooo. Ese poema de 3 letras. GOL #univision #worldcup #awesome

When a player falls down to convince referee that there was a foul: El arbitro Le dice como a Lazaro. Levantate y anda! #worldcup #univision

Oh My G.O.D.

A friend who lives in HK turned me on to this FABULOUS store there called G.O.D. (Gods of Desire) website here:

For those of you that live in NYC it's a bit like Pearl River or Muji but has some better stuff, such as their clothes & accessories. In the latter case, they are like a cheaper Shanghai Tang.

Here are some things I COVET.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I don't believe it, but I can dream......

An italian friend just shared this gem with me, my favorite childhood show, The Love Boat, was shown in Italy but there, the song was different. Best line: I don't believe it, but I can dream.....

Monday, June 14, 2010

When Reality TV and Politics Collide

Contra la impunidad del franquismo

video released today in Spain features famous actors telling the stories of just a handful of the hundreds of thousands of disappeared under Franco's dictatorship

Friday, June 4, 2010

Whatever your opinion on bullfighting, this man is elegant

Matador Julio Aparicio leaves hospital after being near-fatally gored. Whatever your opinion on the sport of bullfighting (problematically, I grew up with it and actually really love it) this man is elegant. A few days after being on the verge of death after being gruesomely gored by a bull, he walks out of hospital in full on Sevillian pijo attire. The blue blazer, the crisp button down, and the ASCOT! Such nods to British fashion are common in the garb of Andalusian gentlemen who aspire to look like aristocrats, I noticed while traveling how the all seemed to look like they were at a country estate, about to go on horseback, or were extras in "Brideshead Revisited." Even in 100-degree weather, they were rocking English cut blazers and ties, or better yet, Ascots. They do have an Italian Eurotrash aspect which consists of the slicked back hair referred to as engominado (greased or glued back, I guess in English).

Too Curvy for Shittybank?

This elegant woman claims that she was fired from Shittybank for dressing too provocatively and thus distracting the clients.

Note the fabulous Puerto Rican Neutral pumps - snakeskin.

Note that they pose her in profile, Venus of Hottentot style, the better to racialize her derriere, or, as our National Icon Iris Chacon would refer to it, her "coolan'"

As soon as I saw the pictures, and her creative composite name, Debralee (if you read this blog you know that I am obsessed with Latino and Latin American naming practices), I suspected that this beautiful woman might be Puerto Rican. And I was right, like me, she is the product of a mixed Puerto Rican/European background, in her case, Italian. Her experience at work does not surprise me. I have trouble figuring out what to wear sometimes fearing that my voluptuous figure might make me look provocative. Instead, I might ask myself why do we blame ourselves? I remember a case of a curvy woman who worked at a major museum whose boss (the Director) never once looked at her face in the years she worked there. Literally. At a party, he even brazenly complimented her on her pin (chosen in a vain attempt to close the Diane Von Fursternberg silk wrap dress in the hopes that there would not be too much cleavage showing) as he leered at her chest. Short of dressing in a burka, there's no way to disguise this type of figure fully.