Tuesdays of Texture | Week 7 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a super cool weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

empty riffle shell

empty riffle shell side

 

Remember hunt season?  I do.  I remember most of the times I was out and about and heard a riffle shot and ran for coverage – even though manfriend insisted it was completely unnecessary.

And then there was that time when someone (a visitor) was outside the balcony talking and an empty shell fell on his back.   I walked up to manfriend and, with the most boricua hands I’ve ever done, told him to re-evaluate how unnecessary it was to find coverage during shooting.   And also to SHUT UP.

I’m from the coast.  If I hear a gun shot, I don’t care how many kilometres away it was shot, I’m going to cover my head because SURVIVING.

So, the other day I’m walking around and see these things propped in a tree.  Someone found an empty shell and hung it as a souvenir.   Baby J asked what they were and I mumbled something about hunters, which inevitably ended up bringing up Bambi and well, that’s the Hardcore Country Life for you.

Last week’s cool people:

jesh

Joan

Thanks for sharing!

I wish you a peaceful Tuesday!  Do remember to share a bit of it with me!

Dancing Mondays: Yali Marie Williams Edition

I herby confess that I am beaten tired from working and perhaps eating sushi over the weekend.  (Thank you Lord for the sushi!)

And I watched this woman, who happens to be Puerto Rican, performing on the TV and wanted to share her talent.

That.   That’s it.  I don’t want any other music in my ears today.

Have a great day! 

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 6 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a super cool weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

A few days ago we drank the first coconuts from manfriend’s palm trees.

Don Luis gave them to him several years ago and this year, he was able to collect the coconuts.  It was a bitter-sweet moment because Don Luis passed away last year and manfriend adored him.  He was going to be his neighbor when manfriend built a house for his ex-fiance (she who left with another man) and he was the only person to bring him food, water and company while he was there.

coconut texture

We all drank from the coconuts and ate them later while we remembered him.  I had the pleasure of meeting him and he was one of the most kind and humble people I’ve come across.

drinking coconut

They tasted like friendship.

These are the cool people that shared images last week, go check them out:

ladyleemanila

norm

jesh

Musings on Maine

Marie

Joan

Land of Images

Una Vista di San Ferno

Black Body

In the Zone

Cathy

Maggie

Have a happy day.  And remember to share a bit with me!

Dancing Mondays: Te Doy Una Canción Edition

Every now and then comes a song with the perfect lyrics and the perfect music, sung by the perfect artist and in the most perfect moment of our lives and it blows our mind and pierces our soul.

It sticks.  It marks.  It goes deeper.

Like this song.

 

 

Because the awesomeness of that song has so many levels I’m afraid I won’t be able to transcribe it.

First;  this song was written by Silvio Rodriguez when he was young to his first love, Emilia, to whom he basically wrote the most romantic, wonderfully crafted songs ever.  It’s no wonder this song is a classic and a favorite to pretty much everyone with taste in the Hispanic world.

I’m going to be horrible and try to translate some of the lyrics for those of you who don’t understand Spanish, though this type of thing, this confessions of the heart, really have no direct translation:

I give you a song
if I open a door
and out of the shadows you come
I give you a song at sunrise
when I most desire your light
I give you a song
when you appear
the mystery of love
and if you don’t
I don’t care
I give you a song

Silvio Rodríguez, Te Doy Una Canción

 

Look, someone else was horrible too and translated the whole thing.  You can read the song in it’s entirety here.

Second; this cover is done by Cultura Profética, a band I have featured here before because they are one of the best bands this island has birthed.  Their arrangements of classic songs – specially politically relevant and classically romantic – are becoming legendary on their own because their style – Caribbean roots –  is just impeccable.

Third;  this recording was done – live! – in Cuba, uniting two Caribbean islands that have tons of love and respect for each other in a production last December.  I don’t know, but I bet the song just sounds better because it was sung there.  It was the first time Cultura Profética performed there and the people went NUTS.  And we loved it because it was like a musical hug to our fellow brothers and sisters.

And have I mentioned that Willy’s voice (lead singer) is practically perfect?  That I want to declare it a National Treasure?  I want him to have a certificate in his house that says that his voice, whenever he sings, makes Puerto Rico better and prettier.

So there.  I’ve been singing this non-stop the past week and I think I’m going to keep at it for a few more days.  Or months.

Have a wonderful day.  And give someone a song.

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 5 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a super cool weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

We went to the celebration of Fiestas Patronales close by, saw this and couldn’t resist sharing it as my first Tuesdays of Texture in video form!

Toasting peanuts. #Texture #TuesdaysofTexture

A video posted by @naramilee on

Manfriend had seen it before because it’s something typical of the Hardcore Country Life but I had never seen peanuts being toasted!  Nor had I ever seen them being sold in a Fiesta Patronal.   It was super vintage-cool.  And very warm to stand close to!

Toasty.

A photo posted by @naramilee on

I thought the peanuts would taste much better being freshly toasted and everything, but was quite  disappointed to find they just tasted like regular, non-vintage-cool toasted peanuts.

I have been keeping up with the news because I have an order pending from a supplier right in the middle of the snow storm (Our conversations during the past four days:  can you send the order now? No.  How about now?  No.  And now?  No.  Maybe now?  No.) and I’m sharing this warm, smokey post to warm you in case you are in or close to that disaster.

Last week’s cool people:

klara

black body

musing on maine

jesh

May you have a toasty-cozy day.  And do share a bit with me!

 

 

 

Dancing Mondays: Tristan und Isolde Edition

The last time I was able to listen to the Symphonic Orchestra of Puerto Rico was to hear a concert dedicated to the music of Star Wars in 2005 (link to post containing narrative in both Spanish and English and words of a ten years younger me).

I was ecstatic when last Saturday I was able to hear this season’s number nine concert live from the comfort of this house when it was transmitted on local TV.

One of the featured composers was Richard Wagner and it made me remember this piece that I just adore.

Wasn’t that invigorating?  Let’s pump it up for Monday, Wagner style.  I have to begin calling the world today and I’m going to be thinking about that tempo all the while.  Suppliers are going to be talking about how the snow hinders all my attempts at getting our orders on time and I’m going to be all “humming music*.

Have an excellent Monday!  Hope you are not snowed in!

Conference Call Debutant Survived

I survived the conference call peeps.

I thought I was going to pass out right before, but I survived.  I was even able to speak in complete sentences!   And I think at least three people understood.  It was a step forward.

After being confined for pretty much the whole morning I spent the afternoon outside.  Got rewarded;

Pick up of the day. #flower #TwoTones

A photo posted by @naramilee on

 

I’m also going to share this image from a church I walked by several weeks ago on Thursday Doors, which is one of my favorite blog events (even if I rarely have a shot to share on it because I don’t go out that much), you should check it out.

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It’s almost Friday, there’s no excuses folk:  have a great day!

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 4 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a super cool weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

fungus in tree tuesdays of texture

com·plex·i·ty
kəmˈpleksədē/
noun
  1. the state or quality of being intricate or complicated.

I’m having a tough and rough week work wise and relationship wise and it’s making me age about four weeks in advance.

There’s a whole document pending notes of revision to be discussed in a conference call with another twenty people, all of who have high positions in huge companies and organisations and even regulatory agencies and I swear, I’ve read the thing about four times and I can’t crack it for the life of me.

Anyway.  I saw this image and thought it looked complex as that thing.

Have a great day and do  remember to share a bit of it with me!

Dancing Mondays: Love Yourself Edition

Apparently the world wanted to make sure Justin Bieber was not to be forgotten.

I had settled on the idea of never knowing one of his new songs ever again.  Ever.  But then he went and made an album that’s actually worth a listen, or three,  and it’s nearly impossible to not like this when this video is so freaking genius.

 

I mean, clearly someone is very clever and hired a very good producer for this so that the Bieber would sneak into the music streaming of normal people.

I love the concept of this and the style used where the dancers have perfect synchronization, but they are not mirroring each other.  They are complementing each other’s moves.  And the way the story was told.

Love.

Have a great day.  And love yourself, why not?