¡Daré un par de talleres sobre periodismo en la Biblioteca Vasconcelos! Aquí les cuento los detalles.
Long time no see! Hace casi un año que no escribo por acá. La vida ha dado muchas vueltas y terminé metida en tantos proyectos que dejé de lado este espacio. Hoy vuelvo para contarles sobre 2 talleres breves que impartiré en la Biblioteca Vasconcelos, ambos relacionados con el periodismo y con la intención de explorar su importancia en el ejercicio de la democracia.
TALLER ¿CÓMO LEER A LOS MEDIOS?
¿Alguna vez te has preguntado qué hay detrás de las noticias que lees en el periódico o que ves por televisión? ¿Quieres conocer la diferencia entre un reportaje y una nota informativa? ¿Quieres aprender a detectar noticias falsas o de dudosa procedencia? En este taller de 5 sesiones aprenderás cómo jerarquizan la información en los medios y cómo distinguir entre tipos de contenidos informativos. Además, una breve guía para descartar notas falsas en internet y redes sociales.
A partir del martes 6 de febrero, 5 sesiones
TALLER ¿QUÉ ES UN PERIODISTA?
¿Eres un ciudadano preocupado por la libertad de prensa? ¿Te interesa ser una voz para tu comunidad? En este taller de 5 sesiones aprenderás cómo jerarquizar información, cómo ordenarla para publicarla en plataformas digitales y cómo ayudar a tu comunidad a entender mejor la información que consumen de los medios masivos rumbo a las elecciones del 2018.
A partir del jueves 8 de febrero, 5 sesiones
“¿Qué es un periodista?” con Marcela Vargas Reynoso. Inicia jue. 8 de feb. (5 sesiones) a las 17 h. Aprende cómo funcionan a grandes rasgos los medios masivos de comunicación y por qué es importante la libertad de prensa para la democracia. Inscríbete en https://t.co/xD2htyVEczpic.twitter.com/5Qvl3M0Gx7
I wrote the first half of this while I queued outside The Novo, on March 24th, for Yellowcard's second to last show. The rest I wrote on my way to Minneapolis, on March 25th, the day of their final show.
It’s been 4 years and a day since one of my fondest dreams came true. On March 23rd, 2013, I met Yellowcard. They were playing El Plaza in Mexico City and I got to interview Ryan Key for work and took part in a meet and greet with the whole band for their Mexican Street Team. They played an acoustic version of “Ocean Avenue” right there on the sidewalk and turned one of the best experiences ever into an official music video on their YouTube channel. It was one of the best days of my life.
Fast forward to March 24th, 2017. I’m standing on Figueroa St., just feet away from The Novo, the venue where I saw Yellowcard live on October 18th, in what I thought would be my last show with them. One week later, my father died. Talk about learning how to move on and grieve. That night I stood with my friends, my sisters Dyrce and Sandra, and we laughed and cried and sang our hearts out. Tonight I stand alone. There’s friends around, and I’m definitely not the only person queueing up for this, the second to last Yellowcard show, and yet, I stand alone.
“Bottoms up tonight / I drink to you and I / ‘Cause with the morning comes the rest of my life”. That’s a verse from “Awakening”, the opening track for Yellowcard’s Southern Air, and the song stuck in my head for the past 24 hours. It perfectly sums up my sentiments for today. True, that song’s about starting over after what seems like a nasty break-up. But to me, tonight, it’s about my favorite band breaking up, me experiencing their second to last show, and what comes next: The rest of my life.
Over-dramatic? Maybe. Untrue? Not for a heartbeat. My story with this band is well documented on the online blog I’ve kept since my freshman year in high school. I first listened to them on the Summer of the Ocean Avenue release. My cousin Carlos brought the album over on vacation and I copied it on my computer and listened to it on repeat for months. Ever since that Summer, this band’s music turned into the soundtrack to my life. My Chemical Romance was my fix: they got my depression and they fed my dreams of making it through high school. But Yellowcard did something different, something that runs deeper within me. They gave me a different kind of hope. For some reason I can’t (and won’t try to) understand, their albums have followed my life developments pretty accurately. I’m not saying that Ryan Key and I share some mind connection, but the songs he’s written speak to me on a different level. There’s a song for every time I’ve lost and every time I’ve won. And last year, when they released their final, self-titled album, I thought they were teaching me to say goodbye to them and I was very grateful for their consideration.
And then my father died.
The night of Yellowcard’s release, I cried myself to sleep while listening to it on my iPod. I sang through every song and fell to pieces in their midst only to be put together again by the music and lyrics of what is the last piece of new music by my favorite band. I’ll never get to discover a new album of them again. And after tonight, I’ll never get to experience one of their live shows again.
The last time I saw them I was blessed with the opportunity to buy the Deluxe Tour Package that included a meet and greet and a hang out with the band. I got to see them up close, chat with them and tell them how incredibly important they are to me. I spoke a bit with Mendez and Sean, who know me better from all the shows and tweeting and street-teaming. I told them about my dad’s illness and they told me to never give up. We talked and hung out and had our photos taken. It was a blast. Sean’s last words to me, when I said I would miss them, where “I know you are strong. You girls will be ok. Now go sing your hearts out and enjoy yourselves”.
I went back home and told the story to my father, sedated in the ICU. They’re supposed to be aware of their surroundings, deep inside. I know he listened. I kept thinking everything would be alright in the end. I believed. And then he died. On October 25th, 2016. Way before his time. A month before my 28th birthday. 2 weeks before my boyfriend moved away to a different country. 5 months, to the day, of Yellowcard’s final bow. My favorite band will end tomorrow night, for good. And then it’s gonna be only me. I’ll have to learn how to live without their new insight into my life. I’ll have to cope with the memories, knowing there’s no going back.
The Novo, March 24th, 2017.
* * *
By the end of the show, I had found my friends and jumped and yelled and sung and cried. I cried so much. I cried during “Ocean Avenue”, the song through which a lot of us got to meet them. I cried during “Life of a Salesman”, a song about fathers and sons and wanting to honor your parents’ legacy. I cried during “Believe”, the anthem, my first tattoo, the mantra I say to myself whenever things are going wrong. I cried during “With You Around”, a song about taking a leap of faith and daring to love again (and punk rock). I cried and pumped my fist in the air during “Lights and Sounds”, a very underrated rock song that should have been played more on the radio back in 2006. I broke during “View from Heaven”, with Diane -a friend I met through the band’s fanbase- holding my arm in support… that song hits close to home. A lot of songs went by in a blur of sweat, tears, and back pain.
I’m pretty sure Mendez and Portman caught a glimpse of me near the barrier. And I’m certain that they were happy to see me. One of the things I love about this band is their commitment to their fans. They sincerely care for us. They share our laughter and our sadness in a way that feels authentic. Back in October, when Dyrce, Sandra, and me came to their show in L.A., Sean was delighted to see us at the meet and greet. The moment he realized it was us, their crazy Mexicans, he jumped up and embraced us in a warm hug. Mendez did, too. Portman was happy to see us and I hope Ryan was, too. Even though he has always been a bit more shy around us than the rest of the band.
March 23-25 has always meant something significant in my life. I’ve been to some of my favorite shows on these dates. It is the date I matched with my current boyfriend on OkCupid. It is the date I met my hero, Mexican filmmaker Guillermo del Toro. It is the date I appeared on a Yellowcard video. It is the date My Chemical Romance broke up. It is the date I say good bye to Yellowcard. Hopefully, these fateful dates will hold more surprises for me in years to come. I’ll welcome them with open arms and open eyes, for fate has brought me all this way and I’m doing ok.
And I think they are, too. I can’t know for sure, but I think they know the impact they’ve had on our lives. And I bet it’s both humbling and terrifying for them. MCR’s Frank Iero used to say that it wasn’t a band that saved our lives, but rather we did it ourselves. He’s probably right, but it is a fact that music is the fuel that keeps a lot of us going. Lyrics and live shows and loud music and internal sing-screaming pick us up when we’re down on the ground. A lot of what I have accomplished so far relates to my passion for my interests. I define myself as a “fan from hell” not because I’m annoying or because I follow blindly wherever my fandoms lead, but because when I love, I commit. To genres, to artists, to people. This love has taken me to amazing places and situations. This love has helped me meet amazing people that I’m honored to call friends. This love brought me here, to L.A., for Yellowcard’s final tour. And this love will help me in moving on.
Thanks in part to this band, I am stronger than I ever thought I’d be. I believe. Here I am, alive. I’ll move on, I’ll keep on living. I will take Yellowcard’s advice: “Every single plan you will forget / So do what makes you happy, no regrets”. This is goodbye, but the street’s not empty tonight.
post in English anymore, but maybe I should take it up again. I had the amazing
chance to interview Frank Turner during his recent visit to Mexico City, and given
that the magazine I work at only publishes stuff in Spanish, I thought I’d give
it a shot and post the transcript of said conversation for fellow fans to read. The "official" Gatopardo interview can be found here.
Frank’s second visit to Mexico City –the first was in Dec. 2015, opening for NOFX–,
and he played three very intimate, acoustic sets. One was a private gig for one
of those “secret shows” start-ups; a second one was a free admittance, all ages,
hour-long set at Foro Indie Rocks; and the third was a show for about 200
people at a bar in a hip Mexico City neighborhood. I had a horrid deadline at
work, so I could only attend the third show, but it was absolutely fantastic
and I was thrilled. Also, it was because of work that I had the chance to speak
with the man himself, so I can’t really complain.
I met Frank
at a hipster bazar called Mercado Roma, where we sat for 15 minutes to talk
about the rerelease of Sleep Is for the
Week, his views on the punk community and his very own natural optimism.
Here is the full transcript of that conversation (minus a couple of phrases I
couldn’t really transcribe because it was noisy and Frank does talk at a
Gilmore Girls-worthy speed)! Hope you guys find it amusing.
MV: First of all, we’re very happy that you’re
back in Mexico!
very happy that I’m back here, too.
[Note: Guys, he laughs all the time. He’s the
sweetest and he’s continuously laughing and smiling, so even in those parts of
the interview where he seems to swear like an angry sailor, he’s just laughing
MV: I’d like to start with the reissuing of Sleep is for the week. It’s been ten
years since that album. It’s been a while. What are your takes on looking back
on it and listening to it now?
FT: I had
less tattoos and worse hair back then. I think it’s funny because I’ve always
felt and it continues to feel that records are strange things because they’re
snapshots of living things. Songs continue to kind of just grow a little, move
around on the edges and it’s partly how I play, and it’s partly how I interpret
the song and whatever, you know? If I listen back to the album version of
something like “Father’s Day” or something … like, the way I play that right
now is pretty fucking different, or at least to me. It has the same words and
the same chords, but it’s… that’s the skeleton of the song and you can dress it
up in different ways. So in a way listening back to the record is just like
looking at a photo of your kid 10 years ago. It’s kind of interesting, but it
doesn’t define how it sums up forever. That’s me! I’m aware; of course that the
way the song sounds on the record is usually how that song is defined for most
listeners, because that’s how they engage with the songs. On that level it’s
kind of interesting, you know, again, sometimes I’m like “Shit! That’s how
people hear that song in their head! That’s crazy!”. There are bits of that
album that I would do very, very differently if I was making it today, but I’m
not, and I’m proud that it was finished. Most of it I really like, but there’s
one or two songs where I’m like [groans]
“Really?”, but the thing is I’m not gonna say what they are ‘cause every time I
do that, it turns out to be the person I’m talking to at the moment’s favorite
song ever! And then I’m a dickhead. But yeah, the main thing for me is that
when we made that record I was kind of naïve and also not particularly…
optimistic I suppose? I thought I was gonna make a record, maybe tour for a
year, and that was gonna be that. I didn’t think much was gonna come of it. So
the fact that we can have this conversation is pretty cool.
MV: About that optimism… you sound really quite
angry in this record, but then again, you’re reflecting on your angrier
adolescence, and now you’re kind of reflecting on that from a less angry kind
of period in your life. And you’ve always stricken me as a natural optimist…
my best efforts, in a way, the title of my most recent album… it’s not a joke
title, but it’s not as, like, very serious as some people think it is. I think
it’s definitely kind of… I’m aware of the fact that like most people I know, I
want to listen to The Cure and Bauhaus and wear dark clothes and stay indoors
and hate everybody, and then it’s like actually… human beings are better than
that in my experience. So music often convinces me to be an optimist. Both the
music I listen to and the music I write. I mean one of the examples I always
think of is I spent fucking years touring without a place to stay arranged,
with no money to pay for somewhere to stay at the end of the night. “Can anyone
help me out?” I did that for fucking years and they only let me down twice! One
of those times was because it was Valentine’s Day and it was because everybody
in the audience was a couple and didn’t want to take a stray home with them.
One of those times was because I was in Italy and nobody spoke a fucking word
of English, so they didn’t know what I was asking, so I slept in the layby. But
other than that…
MV: One of the things that strikes me more from
the album is that you’re also reflecting on your childhood dreams and it seemed
like you hadn’t accomplished any of those, but you’ve gotten to a certain point
where you are playing arenas and touring around the world and presumably having
a place to sleep after tonight’s show, so how do you feel about those childhood
an interesting question! Something I did on my first two records –maybe more on
the first one– was I sort of,.. definitely I think I was trying to be old
before my time. You know what I mean? I think like I had a sort of an encounter
with disillusionment quite early in my life. I don’t mean this to try and get
any bonus points by saying this, but I think earlier than most people. Because I
fell in love with punk rock as a kind of ideal. No, I didn’t just fell in love,
it was my “ran away and joined the circus”. You know what I mean? And I had a
very pure idea of what punk rock was, in terms of a physical community and an
ethos. And I was deeply disappointed by the time I was 19-20 years old. And
that’s quite early to be jaded. So it’s kind of funny because like in a way,
part of me thinks: “Shit, I should have waited until now to be saying those
kinds of things”. And I do remember writing songs about “I’m getting old” and I
was like 25. And some of my older friends were like “Fucking, really, man? Shut
up!” But I mean, at the same time –this is kind of going off topic but bare
with me, I talk a lot–… something a friend of mine, in fact the very same
friend who told me to shut up when I said I was getting older at 25, said something
interesting to me the other day. It was that he thought that quite a lot of
what I do now with the way that I present my music and the shows, and not just
the music but the way that we do stuff like I always choose my own support
bands, we have groups like SafeGigs4Women come out with us, there’s like a
Frank Turner Army group and he said to me that I was trying to reconstruct that
platonic ideal of a punk scene that I got let down by when I was a kid. And I
said: “Yeah, I guess you’re right”. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong
with that! Fuck it! In life you have agency over certain things and certain
areas and the area that I have agency over is the way that I present my own…
the feeling of my shows and I’m going to use that and build something that I
think is worthwhile.
MV: I was at RF a couple of years ago and it
impressed me that it felt like this ideal community, where people were there
for punk music but also knew and helped each other…
FT: This is
an interesting sideline and it’s that America has always been better at this shit
than England. Punk in England has always been a really bitchy little backstabby
scene, always! Right since the fucking very beginning of it and I’m entirely as
guilty of that as everyone else. I’m not trying to claim any moral superiority,
but like when I first started touring the States, everyone knows everyone and
is friends with everyone and it’s really nice. And I was just like “Oh shit!
This is just what punk rock is supposed to be!”.
MV: In the past couple of years Mexico has
started bringing along more punk bands… we’ve had NOFX, Saves the day,
Descendents… you! And you are oddly in the middle of it. How did you become
involved with the Mexican punk scene?
first thing is… I don’t mean this in a bad way, but not intentionally. Before
we came here last year… obviously I was keen to come, probably because I wanna
know anywhere I haven’t been. Partly because I got a lot of e-mails and so from
people in Mexico, who knew my music and that’s fucking awesome, because I’d
never been here! I guess thanks the Internet! But also the other thing again
talking about how I present myself a lot I wanna be somebody who doesn’t just
play America or Canada, the UK and Europe. I wanna be the kind of guy who also
plays in Israel and Russia and Mexico and I don’t even like saying it out loud as
if to kind of have like any correlations between parts of the world. To me,
playing in Mexico is equally as valid as to play in France or anywhere. And so
I wanted to come here for those reasons, and then when we came in 2015, we had
the best fucking time! We were so tired, we came at the end of the longest year
of our fucking lives, and we were here two and a half days or something. Didn’t
really do anything other than just fly and play and fly. But the crowd reaction
was great! So the reason that I’m here now is because we’re doing a lot of
interviews, and press and shows, to try and build a foundation so that I can
make Mexico a regular part of my touring schedule. I would really love that,
probably because it’s fun. If people want me to play, I’ll play! That is the
main part of it, but also, without overly trying to make myself sound like a
fucking hero, or something… it feels like the world is pulling drawbridges
right now; it’s closing down borders, and I think that … I don’t think
musicians singlehandedly change the world, I think that’s pretentious bullshit,
but again, the thing that I can do is to go places. Like the Brexit vote in the
UK, I have very mixed and complicated feelings about it. But my one reaction to
the reality of the vote was to immediately say: “I wanna tour in Europe”,
because there was a xenophobic element to the vote, and I wanted to be clear to
my friends in Europe that that wasn’t on me. Again, it’s a very small thing and
I’m not … I get kind of bored at musicians who say “I’m gonna change the world
by playing two hours of rock and roll to people who like me”, but the small
thing I can do is say “Yes, I’m here” and go to new places.
MV: And yet, one of your mantras seems to be
that Rock and roll can save us all.
But on an individual basis! That’s the thing like… I always think that… people
who think that rock and roll is going to save the world in a sort of overly grand
change in history, I think are misguided. Bob Dylan didn’t close the Civil
Rights Movement. Chill the fuck out. What Bob Dylan did do was he connected and he put into words the feelings of a
whole generation of people in ways that is important and is historical in and
of itself. So I feel that music is an incredible powerful force on an
individual level, and maybe overtime that filters into society. Just the idea
that “I’m going to write a song that’s gonna solve the Israeli-Palestine
conflict!” No, you’re not. You’re fucking not. Shut up. [This is said in a cheeky, rather than angry tone] So I think you
have to have humility about what you can achieve as an artist. But then once you’ve
done that you should go out and do that [a different that].
MV: You’ve just played your 2001th… 2001st
FT: I’m not
even entirely sure… is it 2001th or 2001st?
MV: Regardless, I love the way that you
document every one of them and you give yourself to the audience. Why is it so important
to have that thing going on?
because it’s selfish! It’s my favorite fucking thing in the world. I love it! I
have the best fucking time. It’s funny, from quite an early age, people would comment
on the fact that it looked like I was having a good time onstage. And I’m like
“Yeah! Of course! Like what the fuck are you talking about?” I guess it’s more
of a British thing, but like there’s so much of the British… at least in my
early years I was coming at the same time as a lot of hipster indie rock bands,
like Libertines, that kind of stuff. And I got attacked in the British music
press a lot of the time for not being ironic and for meaning what I said and
looking like I was having fun. And I was like: “None of these things are
criticism to me!” You know what I mean? I’m having a fucking blast when I play
a show. Why the fuck wouldn’t I? I’m getting to express myself and have my
catharsis in a public way that makes other people have a good time, fuck, man!
That’s the greatest thing ever, right? I consider myself to be an entertainer,
I’m quite proud of that. I think that entertainment and performance are
separate parts from songwriting, and I think you can be good at one and bad at
the other quite easily. There are a lot of –I’m not gonna name names–
mainstream rock and roll bands I’ve played shows with whose music I’m really
not into, but motherfucker, can they play a show! I mean can they get a fucking
crowd to go wild! And I think, even like the reason Springsteen is [the boss]
is because he’s not just a brilliant songwriter, he’s a brilliant performer,
too. He can do both, and they’re two separate things. So like I take pride in
that sort of craftsmanship almost, you know what I mean? It’s an interesting
thing for myself included, for the people when you’re starting out, the idea of
being an entertainer is kind of a dirty word, because it’s not “pure art”,
whatever that means. The older I get, the more bullshit that seems. Fuck it
man, the idea of being able to stand as one person on the stage, in front of
how many thousand people or a hundred people or whatever, and try and unify a
room, that’s a fucking skill right there. And to the small extent that I have
it, I’m proud of it.
MV: And just to wrap it up, because we’re
running out of time… How do you define punk rock? What is it to you?
first thing is humanity has wasted too much effort on answering that question
already. I always feel that if the whole of the community of people that
consist of punk rock could have taken all that energy and put it towards like
organizing a food drive or learning Esperanto, or something like that, the
world would be a better place.
To me, punk
rock is self-creation. Punk rock is the right to define who you are. So … and
when I figured that out, which was comparatively recently, it made a lot of
things click for me. The one part about… I’m a huge Henry Rollins fan, and the
one part about him I never really got was the [I honestly can’t decipher what he said here, sorry, guys :( ]
thing, but actually now I do, because he wasn’t a big [nor here] going “I’m just gonna fucking make myself!” I have the
right to create who I am. Laura Jane Grace has the right to create who she is. In
a much, much less important and much more bourgeois level, I got shipped off to
boarding school by my parents and I said “Fuck that shit! I’m not gonna be that guy, I’m gonna be this”. So,
philosophically, to me, punk is the right to self-creation. On a less
highfalutin kind of level, but probably a more practical one, my favorite and I
think strongest definition of punk comes in an Against Me! lyric on the song
“New Wave” –incidentally, New Wave is
the best album, fuck the haters!–… are you a fan? Everybody hates that record
and that record’s fucking great! On the song “New Wave”, the line is “We can be
the bands we wanna hear”. Fuck yeah! That’s what punk means. Punk means if
you’re sitting at home and you haven’t yet found a band fucking ticks at your
heartstrings, then you form that fucking band! You don’t wait for somebody to
do it! You get out, you take a fucking guitar and you form a fucking band.
That’s what punk is.
what my 15 minutes with Frank Turner were. It was the best.
reading, guys! Hope you enjoyed.
bonus photo of Frank and I after the January 13th show.
Han pasado meses desde mi última publicación. En estas semanas he vivido altas y bajas que parecen de montaña rusa extrema. Mi papá murió el 25 de octubre, después de un par de semanas en el hospital – more on that later. Mi novio se fue a vivir a otro país poco después. Pero también conocí a Lin-Manuel Miranda, estoy a unas semanas de ir por primera vez a Nueva York para ver Hamilton en Broadway, fui a lo que creí sería mi último concierto de Yellowcard – again, more on that later, y cubrí por primera vez el Festival Internacional de Cine de Los Cabos. Ha sido un año "interesante", por decir lo menos.
Mientras decido cómo escribir sobre todo lo anterior... les dejo un compilado de lo que he publicado recientemente.
GUILLERMO DEL TORO En español: Entrevisté a Britt Salvesen, curadora del LACMA, quien me contó todo acerca de "At Home With Monsters", la exhibición de Guillermo del Toro en Los Ángeles. Pude visitar la exhibición hace más o menos un mes y OhPorDios es genial. Siguiente parada: Minneapolis. Luego Toronto.
In English: I had a conversation with Britt Salvesen, curator at LACMA, about "At Home With Monsters2, an amazing exhibit that explores Guillermo del Toro's works and inspirations. My good friends at Deltorofilms.com were very sweet to publish the following text.
CINE Mónica Bellucci: Esta talentosa actriz y diosa sobre la Tierra fue invitada especial del Festival de Cine de Los Cabos. Acá escribo sobre su homenaje, su conferencia de prensa y la película que presentó: On the Milky Road, de Emir Kusturica.
Oliver Stone: En Los Cabos vi también Snowden, la nueva película de Oliver Stone sobre la vida del contratista de la CIA y whistleblower Edward Snowden. Acá escribo sobre la cinta y lo que Stone dijo al respecto en su visita a este festival. La peli duró muy poco en cartelera mexicana, pero se las recomiendo ampliamente.
Julie Taymor: La directora de Frida y Across the Universe estuvo también en Los Cabos. Pude conversar con ella sobre su proceso creativo y qué le gusta consumir como audiencia. Acá quedó plasmada la entrevista.
Jackie de Pablo Larraín:Una de las mejores películas que he visto este año, Jackie, inauguró el Festival de Cine de Los Cabos. La sufrí un poco porque lo de mi papá estaba muy reciente y esta cinta es una exploración íntima del proceso de duelo de Jacqueline Kennedy tras el asesinato de su esposo. Véanla en cuanto puedan, se va a llevar varias nominaciones en los Oscar y los Globos de Oro.
Luis Ospina y el Grupo de Cali: Entrevisté al cineasta colombiano Luis Ospina hace más de un año, pero su documental Todo comenzó por el fin llegó a cines mexicanos hace poquito. Igual acá les dejo mi entrevista con él.
El James Dean de Anton Corbijn: Pude ver Life, de Anton Corbijn, hace más de un año. Igual tardó meses en llegar a cartelera comercial en México. Protagonizada por Dane DeHaan y Robert Pattinson, me gustó bastante.
Cine y maternidad: Platiqué con la cineasta argentina Ana Katz en la Fiesta del Cine de San Luis Potosí, donde además cubrí su residencia de guión. Me contó acerca de su películaMi amiga del parque, que también co protagoniza.
Lorenzo Vigas y Guillermo Arriaga:Desde allá, de Lorenzo Vigas, es la película que Venezuela enviará a los premios Oscar. También es una mirada conmovedora a la soledad y el miedo a sentirse vulnerable ante el otro. Platiqué con su director.
Sopladora de hojas, bebé: Me encanta esta película por su cotidianidad. No necesitas de mucho más para contar una historia. La vi en festivales y volví a verla en la Cineteca en el ciclo Talento Emergente. Llega a cartelera comercial en febrero, creo.
TEATRO Anthony Rapp, realeza de Broadway: Uno de los miembros originales de RENT visitó México hace meses. Conversé con él sobre la puesta en escena en México y Lin-Manuel Miranda.
ESTILO DE VIDA Absolut Elyx: Conversé con Lisa Mulligan, embajadora en México de Absolut Elyx, acerca de la mejor manera de beber ese vodka que le encantaba a mi papá. El texto está aquí.
Y eso es, más o menos, lo que he publicado en los últimos meses.Me gustaría estar escribiendo más, especialmente porque tengo algo abandonada a La Hora Libre. Pero creo que las aguas comienzan a calmarse y pronto estaré quitándole el óxido al teclado.
En las últimas semanas, he estado muy ocupada y estresada y he descuidado muchísimo mi alimentación. Por eso, decidí que voy a modificar eso: comida sana, cuerpo sano, mente sana.
Así que van las 3 recetas de comida que me dejé preparadas para el lunes, martes y miércoles de la semana pasada y que comí durante estos días.
2 nopales medianos, crudos
5 champiñones crudos
Salsa de soya
Jengibre en polvo
Picas los nopales en cuadritos y los champiñones en cuartos y los echas en un recipiente hondo. Le agregas bastante soya y los demás condimentos al gusto. Lo dejas marinando unos 20 minutos. Luego echas todo a freír en aceite de oliva hasta que los nopales estén cocidos.
Al final lo acompañé con un huevo cocido, porque me faltavan proteínas en ese platillo.
4 arbustitos de brócoli
2 rebanadas de jamón de pavo en cuadritos o tiras
5 champiñones en rebanadas delgadas
1/4 de pimiento verde en tiras
Un puño de ajonjolí
Una cucharada de salsa BBQ
Pon el brócoli, el jamón, el pimiento y los champiñones en un recipiente. Agrega al gusto las dos salsas, la pimienta y la sal. Déjalo marinar de 15 a 20 minutos. Fríelo en una cucharadita de margarina light. Agrega el ajonjolí y déjalo cocinar hasta que el brócoli esté cocido pero crocante.
Le agregué media pechuga de pollo en cuadritos, asada.
Un jitomate saladet en cubos
1/3 de pimiento rojo en cubos
4 arbustitos de brócoli
Un nopal mediano en tiras
Jengibre en polvo
Una cucharada y media de Coca Cola Zero
Un puñito de ajonjolí
Pon a cocer todo en una sartén con el chorrito de Coca Cola Zero. Agrega el jengibre y la salsa al gusto. Cocina hasta que el brócoli esté bien cocido. Acompaña con queso panela fresco y media lata de atún.