Category Archives: memoria

Leal Senado | 民政總署大樓
Chris Ware | Animation

Vida de Perros

Dia del pulpo morado|재송| uno
Darius Kohndji | Cinematographer
Darius Khondji
Delicatessen (1991) | Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro
The City of Lost Children (1995) | Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro
Seven (1995) | David Fincher
Stealing Beauty (1996) | Bernardo Bertolucci
Evita (1996) | Alan Parker
Alien: Resurrection (1997) | Jean-Pierre Jeunet
Frozen [music video, Madonna] (1998) | Chris Cunningham
The Beach (2000) | Danny Boyle
Panic Room (2002) | David Fincher
My Blueberry Nights (2007) | Wong Kar Wai
Midnight in Paris (2011) | Woody Allen
To Rome with Love (2012) | Woody Allen
Castello Cavalcanti [short] (2013) | Wes Anderson
Magic in the Moonlight (2014) | Woody Allen
Irrational Man (2015) | Woody Allen
A cat named Karen~ respuesta de memoria
A cat named Karen~ respuesta de memoria
Madre: Lo unico del pequeño bullshit de tu parte, era que era una de esas casa super antiguas. Subimos por una escalera oscura y angosta hasta el segundo o tercer piso y ahi entre varias piezas habia una con la puerta cerrada. En la pieza vacia habia una mama con varios gatitos chicos y una ventana abierta que daban a los techos. (en todo caso por no saber de naturaleza, jamas aprendio a escalar arboles).
En Los Andes, la casa y patio eran tan grande para ella despues de haberse criado en una pequeña pieza it somewhat freaked her out y se mantuvo en la cocina en alto, sobre mesones, sobre refrigerador, por eso aprendio tan rapido a abrir el freezer.

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Fall in Ulsan 蔚山 and a cat named Karen
Sunday, November 15. We took a city bus north to Ulsan, about 1.5 hours from Banyeo-dong. We had ourselves some lunch.
Fries.
Spicy chicken and beer.
We walked around Munsu Football Stadium to see the fall foliage.
We saw 단풍 leaves. (Asian Maple 紅葉).
People fed 비단잉어 at Ok-dong ji.
A tomcat snacked on scraps outside a bubble tea shop.
Later that night in Busan, an old man got on bus 80 near PNU. He was carrying a large paper shopping bag. While he stood near the back doors in the crowded bus, the bag’s bottom ripped open and a puppy fell onto the bus floor. The puppy looked dazed. The man picked up the puppy and put a finger to his mischievous smile. Over 25 years ago, I went with my mom and dad to Valparaiso. My dad was selling his mother’s house on Cerro Mariposa. After doing his tramites at the notaria, we walked up a hill to a big house that was giving away kittens. My dad used to say gatos porteños were la ultima chupa del mate in terms of cats. We had to get a new one in Valparaiso as the last of our porteño cats had passed away. According to him, these gatos porteños were among the best roof crawlers in the world and had most likely descended from a fine lineage of British cats brought to the port by Lord Cochrane during the early days the Chilean War of Independence. So the cat lady at the big house lead us down a long corridor and opened a white room with a high ceiling and the floor covered with newspapers. The cats were all over. It smelled of piss and shit. I picked a black and white cat that had batman mask fur markings and a mustache. My dad shoved the cat inside a blue bolsa de feria. The cat was not happy. Back on the plano of the port we hailed a trole and rode around the city with the cat growling from the bag. Because the cat had attempted several escapes while in transit, my dad folded the bag around the cat so the whole package looked like a pissed off blue salchicha. In Los Andes, my mom christened the cat Karen after her own sister. Karen the Cat lived a peaceful life on the roof of our house until her death in the early 2000s.
