Classic American West Coast Boxing
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diego, do you remember Gino Garibaldi the wrestler, he had a son that wrestle too, I can't remember his name.
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Leo was the son. There were some others. Don't know if they were related,but Leo was Gino's kid.kikibalt wrote:diego, do you remember Gino Garibaldi the wrestler, he had a son that wrestle too, I can't remember his name.
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dagosd2000 wrote:Leo was the son. There were some others. Don't know if thet were related,but Leo was Gino's kid.kikibalt wrote:diego, do you remember Gino Garibaldi the wrestler, he had a son that wrestle too, I can't remember his name.
And here is Gino.....
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I remember Leo now, thanks
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CENTRAL MEXICO
Guanajuato, Mexico's mix of mines, mummies, music
Life is contagious in this historic colonial city. Don't miss the nightly cavalcade.
By John Muncie, Special to The Los Angeles Times
Carrying guitars, mandolins, tambourines and an ungainly string bass, they led 35 of us away from the center of town, beyond the church of San Diego and the Jardín Unión, over stone bridges, up narrow, dark streets, centuries old, until somewhere near the Alley of the Kiss, in a plaza not much bigger than a family room, they stopped to play.
The pied pipers call themselves estudiantinas. They wander the city, playing traditional music, singing old favorites, making wisecracks, telling the city's stories and retelling its legends. They pass the hat and, sometimes, little ceramic carafes of wine.
"The satisfaction is to meet people, make them laugh," says Gerardo Leyva, 28, a violin student at the University of Guanajuato and head of the university's estudiantina group. "This is our job, to make people happy."
Jose Huerta, 48, a schoolteacher and founder of La Estudiantina de Guanajuato, adds, "It's something that makes you enjoy and feel life."
Guanajuato is filled with history -- bullet holes from the Mexican war of independence still pock city buildings -- and estudiantina groups have a lineage that stretches back before the Spanish conquest. Their crow-black, Renaissance-style costumes reflect their ancestry: poor Spanish university students who sang and performed street theater for money and to impress their girlfriends.
There are similar groups in Oaxaca and Guadalajara, for example, but Guanajuato is considered the birthplace of estudiantina in the Americas. Maybe that's why music is as fundamental to Guanajuato as movies are to Hollywood. Mariachi bands, folk groups, jazz combos, church choirs, lone guitarists -- their sounds seem to spill out into every plaza.
You might come to Guanajuato for a quick course in colonial history; not only is it one of Mexico's oldest cities, but it's also quite walkable. But it's theater and music that warm the cold colonial architecture. If you want a merry, living face to your history lesson -- and who couldn't use that about now? -- just show up almost any night at the Jardín Unión, the city's central square, and let the estudiantinas instruct you.
Mining and mummies
Guanajuato is Mexico's city of silver. The Spanish began mining it here in the 1520s, and mines are still open today. A couple of miles north of town, miners seek veins of silver, gold and more prosaic metals such as iron and zinc.
Guanajuato's mines helped finance Spain's empire and, over the years, made the city a prosperous mercantile center and showplace of church and civic architecture.
Much of this rich history survives. The city is often considered Mexico's most colonial; in 1988 UNESCO named the town and its mines a World Heritage Site. In its 2006 scorecard of 830 such sites, National Geographic Traveler ranked Guanajuato among the top four.
The city lies in the high country of central Mexico, about 200 miles northwest of Mexico City. It's a landscape of plains and mountains, cactus and pines. Guanajuato is the capital of Guanajuato state, but it's a compact city of about 75,000. It's nothing like nearby León, with its 1.5 million people and industrial sprawl.
It's also unlike San Miguel de Allende, the small colonial city about 40 miles away that's a magnet for U.S. artists, tourists and expats. On our trip here last year Christmas, my wife, Jody, and I saw many more foreign tourists in two days in San Miguel than we did in a week in Guanajuato.
But if Guanajuato isn't a U.S. tourist destination -- not even the desk clerks in the fancy hotels by the Jardín Unión spoke English -- it's famous in Mexico. Along with history, estudiantinas and silver, it's also the city of mummies and Cervantes, callejones and tunnels.
Let's take mummies first. Guanajuato's mummies are nothing like Egypt's. They weren't specially wrapped or embalmed, and they're not very old. In the late 1800s, the city levied a tax on mausoleums and when some families couldn't pay, the bodies of their relatives -- as shriveled and preserved as dried apricots -- were disinterred and displayed.
The scene has since been elevated to museum status. Today the tastefully macabre Museo de las Momias has subdued track lighting, glass cases and an introductory movie with whispered voice-over. But it's still deliciously grotesque. The museum contains more than 100 leathery bodies, some naked, some with burial clothes intact. Landowner Justo Hernandez, for instance, still has on his striped trousers.
Though most of the disinterments are from the late 1800s or early 1900s, they continued up to the 1970s. So there's a drowned man from 1977; there's Ignacia Aguilar-Chirils, who was supposedly buried alive in 1922.
Nearly all of the mummies' leathered faces are frozen in a rictus of horror, as if the last thing they'd seen in their lives was Chucky's reflection in the bathroom mirror. The museum may not be PG to Americans, but we found it crowded with Mexican schoolchildren, teens and families trailing toddlers. Somewhere a Disney CEO is turning over in his grave.
The museum, at the main city cemetery, is surrounded by more than 30 tourist shops and kiosks where you can get a picture taken with your head on a mummy body or buy a mummy T-shirt.
Locally, it's big business, but we were skeptical when Hugo Anaya, manager of the Alma del Sol bed and breakfast, where we were staying, said that in Mexico, "the mummies are more famous than the president."
A week later in Mexico City, when we mentioned to various cab drivers we had just come from Guanajuato, four out of five exclaimed, "Momias!"
Cervantes festival
On the other end of the civic pride spectrum is Guanajuato's love affair with Miguel de Cervantes, the creator of Don Quixote.
In 1972, an annual performance of the "entremeses Cervantinos" (Cervantes' short farces) by university students became an arts festival. Since then, the Cervantes festival has morphed into a three-week international culture extravaganza featuring art forms from including opera, dance and film.
The Cervantes influence is ubiquitous. A bigger-than-life-size statue of Quixote and Sancho Panza -- astride horse and donkey, respectively -- dominates the wide Plaza Allende in front of the Teatro Cervantes. A bronze of Cervantes stands just outside the center city's pedestrian area. There's a Café Sancho, of course, and every time a city bus chases you off one of the narrow, one-way streets, you see on its side the slogan, "Capital Cervantina de América."
Guanajuato also may be the narrow-street capital of America. The town was originally built in a canyon of the Guanajuato River. As it expanded, twisting paths up the canyon's sides became cobblestone streets or callejones -- alleyways -- lined with multiple-story buildings.
These man-made canyons of stone and stucco narrow so much that, at one point, two opposite third-story balconies are less than 4 feet apart. These balconies have given birth to a street name, Callejon del Beso, or Alley of the Kiss. It's based on a tragic legend with a cast straight out of Renaissance theater: the young, star-crossed lovers; the jealous, violent father; the faithful servant.
The Callejon del Beso is often the final stop of an estudiantina stroll and the subject of estudiantina jokes and songs.
The callejones aren't Guanajuato's only unusual streets. For flood control, the stream along the canyon's bottom was diverted into channels and tunnels, and the town grew up over and around them. It's the kind of engineering you would expect in a mining town.
Then the stream was diverted away entirely and the dry tunnels were converted into underground roads, where much of the city's heavier traffic flows today.
Guanajuato is built for walking. There's a surprise around nearly every corner -- and there are lots of corners. Guanajuataños paint their homes bougainvillea colors, and we passed mustard doors in flame orange houses next to green walls.
Breaks in the buildings gave us views of the city's church domes and spires below and, across the canyon, rows of gaudy houses strewn like chromatic confetti against the hills.
They've even invented a verb in Guanajuato, callejonear, which means to walk the little streets. ¡Vamos a callejonear! -- "Let's go walking!"
The main square, the Jardín Unión, is only a triangle and barely a city block long on each of its three sides. It's outlined by tightly trimmed laurel trees, some fancy hotels and outdoor cafes.
Across the street on the steps of the church of San Diego and the adjacent Juárez Theater is where estudiantina groups often begin their shows and gather their peripatetic audiences.
The Jardín and other downtown plazas are the centers of city life, the places to find lattes, lunch, Internet access and Indian women selling medicinal herbs and tomatillos.
On weekends at the Plaza Embajadoras, a pet market has diverse offerings, including puppies and ducklings. In a plastic box on top of some parakeet cages we saw tarantulas (about $12) that looked to be as big as dinner plates. The spider merchant picked one out and showed it to Jody. "His name's Pancho," he said.
The daytime ruckus of Guanajuato is replaced in the evenings by murmured dinner conversation and music. Battling bands in mariachi uniform serenade the Jardín's outdoor cafes. Strolling guitar players perform for tips in the Plaza San Fernando.
The sounds of salsa dances out of the club La Dama de las Camelias in the Plaza San Francisco and the Bar Fly above the Jardín.
We applauded two guys guitar jamming and singing Spanish lyrics to Bob Dylan songs outside the Internet cafe in the Plaza Mexiamora. And of course there are the estudiantinas.
The first time we saw an estudiantina group, we were sitting at one of the Jardín's outdoor cafes. We should have expected something because there's a bronze statue of an estudiantina across the street. It was around 8:30 that night when the group gathered at the steps of the church -- 10 players, a standard bearer and what looked to be somebody's kid brother.
As a crowd began to form, the estudiantinas yelled over at the mariachis to shut up. Soon they were playing and singing and exhorting the nearly 100 onlookers to shout "¡Olé!"
"¡Olé!" the crowd responded.
"¡Mas fuerte!" (Louder!) the estudiantina said.
"¡OLÉ!" came the reply.
The play list included traditional music and a medley of Christmas tunes, in Spanish. There were jokey numbers too, getting the crowd laughing and applauding.
Then the estudiantinas headed off, up into the dark callejones, leading the more adventurous audience members by the light of cellphones. Along the way, there were stops for singing, civic history lessons and impromptu audience dance numbers.
Our musical journey ended at the Alley of the Kiss, but on the way back to the Jardín we passed another group, their black costumes topped off by bright red Santa Claus caps.
It confirmed the best advice we got about Guanajuato, which came from Hal Medrano, a Cuban American visitor from Pittsburgh.
"Eat street food," he told us, "speak Spanish, say yes to any invitation, and follow the music."
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Guanajuato, Mexico's mix of mines, mummies, music
Life is contagious in this historic colonial city. Don't miss the nightly cavalcade.
By John Muncie, Special to The Los Angeles Times
Carrying guitars, mandolins, tambourines and an ungainly string bass, they led 35 of us away from the center of town, beyond the church of San Diego and the Jardín Unión, over stone bridges, up narrow, dark streets, centuries old, until somewhere near the Alley of the Kiss, in a plaza not much bigger than a family room, they stopped to play.
The pied pipers call themselves estudiantinas. They wander the city, playing traditional music, singing old favorites, making wisecracks, telling the city's stories and retelling its legends. They pass the hat and, sometimes, little ceramic carafes of wine.
"The satisfaction is to meet people, make them laugh," says Gerardo Leyva, 28, a violin student at the University of Guanajuato and head of the university's estudiantina group. "This is our job, to make people happy."
Jose Huerta, 48, a schoolteacher and founder of La Estudiantina de Guanajuato, adds, "It's something that makes you enjoy and feel life."
Guanajuato is filled with history -- bullet holes from the Mexican war of independence still pock city buildings -- and estudiantina groups have a lineage that stretches back before the Spanish conquest. Their crow-black, Renaissance-style costumes reflect their ancestry: poor Spanish university students who sang and performed street theater for money and to impress their girlfriends.
There are similar groups in Oaxaca and Guadalajara, for example, but Guanajuato is considered the birthplace of estudiantina in the Americas. Maybe that's why music is as fundamental to Guanajuato as movies are to Hollywood. Mariachi bands, folk groups, jazz combos, church choirs, lone guitarists -- their sounds seem to spill out into every plaza.
You might come to Guanajuato for a quick course in colonial history; not only is it one of Mexico's oldest cities, but it's also quite walkable. But it's theater and music that warm the cold colonial architecture. If you want a merry, living face to your history lesson -- and who couldn't use that about now? -- just show up almost any night at the Jardín Unión, the city's central square, and let the estudiantinas instruct you.
Mining and mummies
Guanajuato is Mexico's city of silver. The Spanish began mining it here in the 1520s, and mines are still open today. A couple of miles north of town, miners seek veins of silver, gold and more prosaic metals such as iron and zinc.
Guanajuato's mines helped finance Spain's empire and, over the years, made the city a prosperous mercantile center and showplace of church and civic architecture.
Much of this rich history survives. The city is often considered Mexico's most colonial; in 1988 UNESCO named the town and its mines a World Heritage Site. In its 2006 scorecard of 830 such sites, National Geographic Traveler ranked Guanajuato among the top four.
The city lies in the high country of central Mexico, about 200 miles northwest of Mexico City. It's a landscape of plains and mountains, cactus and pines. Guanajuato is the capital of Guanajuato state, but it's a compact city of about 75,000. It's nothing like nearby León, with its 1.5 million people and industrial sprawl.
It's also unlike San Miguel de Allende, the small colonial city about 40 miles away that's a magnet for U.S. artists, tourists and expats. On our trip here last year Christmas, my wife, Jody, and I saw many more foreign tourists in two days in San Miguel than we did in a week in Guanajuato.
But if Guanajuato isn't a U.S. tourist destination -- not even the desk clerks in the fancy hotels by the Jardín Unión spoke English -- it's famous in Mexico. Along with history, estudiantinas and silver, it's also the city of mummies and Cervantes, callejones and tunnels.
Let's take mummies first. Guanajuato's mummies are nothing like Egypt's. They weren't specially wrapped or embalmed, and they're not very old. In the late 1800s, the city levied a tax on mausoleums and when some families couldn't pay, the bodies of their relatives -- as shriveled and preserved as dried apricots -- were disinterred and displayed.
The scene has since been elevated to museum status. Today the tastefully macabre Museo de las Momias has subdued track lighting, glass cases and an introductory movie with whispered voice-over. But it's still deliciously grotesque. The museum contains more than 100 leathery bodies, some naked, some with burial clothes intact. Landowner Justo Hernandez, for instance, still has on his striped trousers.
Though most of the disinterments are from the late 1800s or early 1900s, they continued up to the 1970s. So there's a drowned man from 1977; there's Ignacia Aguilar-Chirils, who was supposedly buried alive in 1922.
Nearly all of the mummies' leathered faces are frozen in a rictus of horror, as if the last thing they'd seen in their lives was Chucky's reflection in the bathroom mirror. The museum may not be PG to Americans, but we found it crowded with Mexican schoolchildren, teens and families trailing toddlers. Somewhere a Disney CEO is turning over in his grave.
The museum, at the main city cemetery, is surrounded by more than 30 tourist shops and kiosks where you can get a picture taken with your head on a mummy body or buy a mummy T-shirt.
Locally, it's big business, but we were skeptical when Hugo Anaya, manager of the Alma del Sol bed and breakfast, where we were staying, said that in Mexico, "the mummies are more famous than the president."
A week later in Mexico City, when we mentioned to various cab drivers we had just come from Guanajuato, four out of five exclaimed, "Momias!"
Cervantes festival
On the other end of the civic pride spectrum is Guanajuato's love affair with Miguel de Cervantes, the creator of Don Quixote.
In 1972, an annual performance of the "entremeses Cervantinos" (Cervantes' short farces) by university students became an arts festival. Since then, the Cervantes festival has morphed into a three-week international culture extravaganza featuring art forms from including opera, dance and film.
The Cervantes influence is ubiquitous. A bigger-than-life-size statue of Quixote and Sancho Panza -- astride horse and donkey, respectively -- dominates the wide Plaza Allende in front of the Teatro Cervantes. A bronze of Cervantes stands just outside the center city's pedestrian area. There's a Café Sancho, of course, and every time a city bus chases you off one of the narrow, one-way streets, you see on its side the slogan, "Capital Cervantina de América."
Guanajuato also may be the narrow-street capital of America. The town was originally built in a canyon of the Guanajuato River. As it expanded, twisting paths up the canyon's sides became cobblestone streets or callejones -- alleyways -- lined with multiple-story buildings.
These man-made canyons of stone and stucco narrow so much that, at one point, two opposite third-story balconies are less than 4 feet apart. These balconies have given birth to a street name, Callejon del Beso, or Alley of the Kiss. It's based on a tragic legend with a cast straight out of Renaissance theater: the young, star-crossed lovers; the jealous, violent father; the faithful servant.
The Callejon del Beso is often the final stop of an estudiantina stroll and the subject of estudiantina jokes and songs.
The callejones aren't Guanajuato's only unusual streets. For flood control, the stream along the canyon's bottom was diverted into channels and tunnels, and the town grew up over and around them. It's the kind of engineering you would expect in a mining town.
Then the stream was diverted away entirely and the dry tunnels were converted into underground roads, where much of the city's heavier traffic flows today.
Guanajuato is built for walking. There's a surprise around nearly every corner -- and there are lots of corners. Guanajuataños paint their homes bougainvillea colors, and we passed mustard doors in flame orange houses next to green walls.
Breaks in the buildings gave us views of the city's church domes and spires below and, across the canyon, rows of gaudy houses strewn like chromatic confetti against the hills.
They've even invented a verb in Guanajuato, callejonear, which means to walk the little streets. ¡Vamos a callejonear! -- "Let's go walking!"
The main square, the Jardín Unión, is only a triangle and barely a city block long on each of its three sides. It's outlined by tightly trimmed laurel trees, some fancy hotels and outdoor cafes.
Across the street on the steps of the church of San Diego and the adjacent Juárez Theater is where estudiantina groups often begin their shows and gather their peripatetic audiences.
The Jardín and other downtown plazas are the centers of city life, the places to find lattes, lunch, Internet access and Indian women selling medicinal herbs and tomatillos.
On weekends at the Plaza Embajadoras, a pet market has diverse offerings, including puppies and ducklings. In a plastic box on top of some parakeet cages we saw tarantulas (about $12) that looked to be as big as dinner plates. The spider merchant picked one out and showed it to Jody. "His name's Pancho," he said.
The daytime ruckus of Guanajuato is replaced in the evenings by murmured dinner conversation and music. Battling bands in mariachi uniform serenade the Jardín's outdoor cafes. Strolling guitar players perform for tips in the Plaza San Fernando.
The sounds of salsa dances out of the club La Dama de las Camelias in the Plaza San Francisco and the Bar Fly above the Jardín.
We applauded two guys guitar jamming and singing Spanish lyrics to Bob Dylan songs outside the Internet cafe in the Plaza Mexiamora. And of course there are the estudiantinas.
The first time we saw an estudiantina group, we were sitting at one of the Jardín's outdoor cafes. We should have expected something because there's a bronze statue of an estudiantina across the street. It was around 8:30 that night when the group gathered at the steps of the church -- 10 players, a standard bearer and what looked to be somebody's kid brother.
As a crowd began to form, the estudiantinas yelled over at the mariachis to shut up. Soon they were playing and singing and exhorting the nearly 100 onlookers to shout "¡Olé!"
"¡Olé!" the crowd responded.
"¡Mas fuerte!" (Louder!) the estudiantina said.
"¡OLÉ!" came the reply.
The play list included traditional music and a medley of Christmas tunes, in Spanish. There were jokey numbers too, getting the crowd laughing and applauding.
Then the estudiantinas headed off, up into the dark callejones, leading the more adventurous audience members by the light of cellphones. Along the way, there were stops for singing, civic history lessons and impromptu audience dance numbers.
Our musical journey ended at the Alley of the Kiss, but on the way back to the Jardín we passed another group, their black costumes topped off by bright red Santa Claus caps.
It confirmed the best advice we got about Guanajuato, which came from Hal Medrano, a Cuban American visitor from Pittsburgh.
"Eat street food," he told us, "speak Spanish, say yes to any invitation, and follow the music."
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While you guys will be watchin' Margarito and Cotto bash each other's brains in,I got to go to my sisters' house for their annual "Festa Bella" Party. Get this. Only Italians are invited. Talk about discrinnination.There'll be Italian flags,Italian music,and I have to admit, the best Italian food on Earth. Well you might think A bunch of grease balls getting together would want to see the big fight tonight? Not these spaghetti eaters. Oh they'll make pigs of themselves eating spaghetti because they married "gringo" broads that think Chef Boy R Dee is as far as it goes in their kitchens. Then we'll all sit around and listen to their wives talk about who they saw on Oprah.Or who's gonna' be the next President. Or their trip on a cruise boat. If their husabands say anything,it's got to be something like,"Yes dear,I agree." Or "Yes dear,you were right and I was wrong." And these sissies better laught at their wives' jokes.
While Tony and Miguel are tearing into each other,I'll be trying to add something to the conversation like,"Did you find a place to park at the Master's?" Now if I don't go I won't be welcome anymore at their house. They've been putting this thing together for months. Everything will be Italian. The food(of course),the wine,the music,the decorations. Even if you have to take a crap,I bet the toilet paper is green,white, and red.Well.maybe not.
There's no way I'm getting out of it. The other guys from "Goombaville"won't back me if I make a pitch to put on the fight. If I know these birds,they'll probably want to wash the dishes. NOT ME! I've got to draw the line somewhere.
And by the way. I don't give a shit about the Masters,let alone golf.
While Tony and Miguel are tearing into each other,I'll be trying to add something to the conversation like,"Did you find a place to park at the Master's?" Now if I don't go I won't be welcome anymore at their house. They've been putting this thing together for months. Everything will be Italian. The food(of course),the wine,the music,the decorations. Even if you have to take a crap,I bet the toilet paper is green,white, and red.Well.maybe not.
There's no way I'm getting out of it. The other guys from "Goombaville"won't back me if I make a pitch to put on the fight. If I know these birds,they'll probably want to wash the dishes. NOT ME! I've got to draw the line somewhere.
And by the way. I don't give a shit about the Masters,let alone golf.
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Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo in a photo titled "Midnight in the New Workers School" (1933), by Lucienne Bloch.
(Jennifer Szymasek / Museum of Fine Arts Palace Mexico)
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In "The Love-Embrace of the Universe" (1949), Kahlo holds an infant-like Diego Rivera as she's embraced by a mother Mexico.
(Jennifer Szymaszek / Museo del Palacio de Bellas Artes)
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Never saw that picture before. It's funny Frank,but the down home Mexicans were my wife is from ,or any rural area,doesn't go for those two. They were Communists and painted unconventionally. Kahlo went both ways. Rivera had a lot of famous Mexican women after him. Maria Felix was one. But Kahlo and Rivera weren't from the Rancho. They were cosmopolitan. Intellectuals.kikibalt wrote:
Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo in a photo titled "Midnight in the New Workers School" (1933), by Lucienne Bloch.
(Jennifer Szymasek / Museum of Fine Arts Palace Mexico)
I'd say 99% of Mexicans wouldn't hang a print of theirs in their homes. Now if it's a painting of The Last Supper,the Virgen of Guadalupe,Jesus,or Pope John,you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a print of the before mentioned. To tell you the truth,if you go inside someone's house,and I'll use Jiquilpan for example,you probably wouldn't see anything"Mexican" inside. Just kind of normal,like here.
Two things. This is something I've seen in poor peoples' homes a lot down there. A picture of some relative ,or them,standing in front of the Statue Of Liberty. Never fails. I remember once going somewhere high in the mountains to visit someone my wife knew. It was dark and cold. This woman lived in this tiny house. Sure enough ,on the the wall was stuck a photograph of her standing in front of the Statue Of Liberty. And that's another thing. They tape the picture on the wall. The other thing will crack you up. When I immigrated my wife,we finally got an apartment on the U.S. side. I said to my wife because she's the woman in charge of the house,she could decorate and arrainge things her way. What does she do? Takes the flyswatter and pounds a nail in the middle of the livingroom wall and hangs the flyswatter on the nail.
Goes to show you,you take em out of the Rancho,but you can't take the Rancho out of them.
Show me a picture and I'll tell ya' how they built the camera.
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See, this is what I'm talkig about. Those campesinos will look at that and shake their heads. Me,I have an open mind. That's the only thing that bothers me a little about retiring down there. They don't appreciate Howlin' Wolf.kikibalt wrote:
In "The Love-Embrace of the Universe" (1949), Kahlo holds an infant-like Diego Rivera as she's embraced by a mother Mexico.
(Jennifer Szymaszek / Museo del Palacio de Bellas Artes)
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dagosd2000 wrote:See, this is what I'm talkig about. Those campesinos will look at that and shake their heads. Me,I have an open mind. That's the only thing that bothers me a little about retiring down there. They don't appreciate Howlin' Wolf.kikibalt wrote:
In "The Love-Embrace of the Universe" (1949), Kahlo holds an infant-like Diego Rivera as she's embraced by a mother Mexico.
(Jennifer Szymaszek / Museo del Palacio de Bellas Artes)
diego, I think it a great painting....
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I'm not an expert on the arts, but I can't judge a painting because the artist is a communists or his wife like other women, I believe in live and let live, I'm to the left of most people and if somebody is a friend of mine and that person is way to the right of george bush, he is still my friend.dagosd2000 wrote:Never saw that picture before. It's funny Frank,but the down home Mexicans were my wife is from ,or any rural area,doesn't go for those two. They were Communists and painted unconventionally. Kahlo went both ways. Rivera had a lot of famous Mexican women after him. Maria Felix was one. But Kahlo and Rivera weren't from the Rancho. They were cosmopolitan. Intellectuals.kikibalt wrote:
Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo in a photo titled "Midnight in the New Workers School" (1933), by Lucienne Bloch.
(Jennifer Szymasek / Museum of Fine Arts Palace Mexico)
I'd say 99% of Mexicans wouldn't hang a print of theirs in their homes. Now if it's a painting of The Last Supper,the Virgen of Guadalupe,Jesus,or Pope John,you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a print of the before mentioned. To tell you the truth,if you go inside someone's house,and I'll use Jiquilpan for example,you probably wouldn't see anything"Mexican" inside. Just kind of normal,like here.
Two things. This is something I've seen in poor peoples' homes a lot down there. A picture of some relative ,or them,standing in front of the Statue Of Liberty. Never fails. I remember once going somewhere high in the mountains to visit someone my wife knew. It was dark and cold. This woman lived in this tiny house. Sure enough ,on the the wall was stuck a photograph of her standing in front of the Statue Of Liberty. And that's another thing. They tape the picture on the wall. The other thing will crack you up. When I immigrated my wife,we finally got an apartment on the U.S. side. I said to my wife because she's the woman in charge of the house,she could decorate and arrainge things her way. What does she do? Takes the flyswatter and pounds a nail in the middle of the livingroom wall and hangs the flyswatter on the nail.
Goes to show you,you take em out of the Rancho,but you can't take the Rancho out of them.
Show me a picture and I'll tell ya' how they built the camera.
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I'm leaving right now to my daughters house to watch the fight. I'm just going to come right out and say it. Margarito by late round KO. The way I figure, anyone willing to give up his title to take the other guys title must really want that guy bad. I don't think he gives a rat's ass about the title. He just wants Cotto's head, period. I'm not saying it'll be easy, but it will be Margarito.
Randy
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Oh, what I wouldn't give to be sitting at that table! Lots of wine, tomato sauce, pasta, anti pasta, maybe some pesto, sausages and other meats, bread and olive oil, .....(sigh)dagosd2000 wrote:While you guys will be watchin' Margarito and Cotto bash each other's brains in,I got to go to my sisters' house for their annual "Festa Bella" Party. Get this. Only Italians are invited. Talk about discrinnination.There'll be Italian flags,Italian music,and I have to admit, the best Italian food on Earth. Well you might think A bunch of grease balls getting together would want to see the big fight tonight? Not these spaghetti eaters. Oh they'll make pigs of themselves eating spaghetti because they married "gringo" broads that think Chef Boy R Dee is as far as it goes in their kitchens. Then we'll all sit around and listen to their wives talk about who they saw on Oprah.Or who's gonna' be the next President. Or their trip on a cruise boat. If their husabands say anything,it's got to be something like,"Yes dear,I agree." Or "Yes dear,you were right and I was wrong." And these sissies better laught at their wives' jokes.
While Tony and Miguel are tearing into each other,I'll be trying to add something to the conversation like,"Did you find a place to park at the Master's?" Now if I don't go I won't be welcome anymore at their house. They've been putting this thing together for months. Everything will be Italian. The food(of course),the wine,the music,the decorations. Even if you have to take a crap,I bet the toilet paper is green,white, and red.Well.maybe not.
There's no way I'm getting out of it. The other guys from "Goombaville"won't back me if I make a pitch to put on the fight. If I know these birds,they'll probably want to wash the dishes. NOT ME! I've got to draw the line somewhere.
And by the way. I don't give a shit about the Masters,let alone golf.
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Rick Farris
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Once again I must say . . .
VIVA MARGARITO!!!!
Mexico wins again! Anyone surprised????
-Rick
VIVA MARGARITO!!!!
Mexico wins again! Anyone surprised????
-Rick
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Margarito defeats Cotto by TKO
Challenger rallies late in the fight to take the WBA welterweight title.
By Steve Springer, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer
LAS VEGAS -- Antonio Margarito handed Miguel Cotto his first professional loss to claim the WBA welterweight championship with a technical knockout in the 11th round tonight at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas.
Cotto (32-1) counterpunched effectively early in the fight against the aggressive challenger, but as the fight wore on Margarito (37-5) continued to punish the former champion.
Here are round-by-round accounts of the bout:
Round 1: Margarito began the fight as the aggressor, but he paid the price for it. Cotto landed consistently with devastating combinations that jerked Margarito's head back. Cotto wins the round, 10-9.
Round 2: Margarito and Cotto traded big blows in an action-packed round with both fighters getting in effective exchanges. Cotto caught Margarito with a left hook for the biggest blow of the round, but Margarito was the more effective fighter on the ropes. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. The fight is even, 19-19.
Round 3: The pace slowed considerably and neither fighter was able to continue the furious energy level of the second round. Margarito was twice warned about low blows. Cotto's defense was able to thwart Margarito's persistent attack and Cotto again landed the more telling blows. Cotto wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 29-28.
Round 4: Using his superior skills as the consumate defensive fighter, Cotto was content to sit on the ropes and counterpunch. It proved to be the key factor in the round as he constantly scored points with his left hand. Margarito has bloodied Cotto's nose, but it doesn't appear to be a factor. Cotto wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 39-37.
Round 5: Margarito keeps coming forward, a strategy that is working to Cotto's advantage. When he's not ducking the best shots that Margarito has to offer, Cotto is landing devastating counterpunches with both hands. Cotto wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 49-46.
Round 6: Margarito continues to be the aggressor, and in this round although Cotto continues to counterpunch effectively, Cotto was on the receiving end of a series of stinging right hands. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 58-56.
Round 7: Margarito puts together his best round of the fight. With Cotto on the ropes, Margarito was able to score effectively and at one time it appeared Cotto was helpless. Cotto's counterpunches were ineffective as well. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 67-66.
Round 8: With fatigue setting in, both fighters were listless in the first two minutes. But in the final minute of the round, Margarito, ever the aggressor, found the range with some big punches. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. The fight is even, 76-76.
Round 9: Cotto continues to spit blood from a deep cut in his mouth. For the first time in four rounds, though, Cotto's counterpunches have found their mark, backing up Margarito. Although Margarito continues to be the aggressor, Cotto pulled out the round despite sitting on the ropes. Cotto wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 86-85.
Round 10: In what had been an even round going into the final minute, Margarito hit Cotto with a left hand against the ropes to take control of the round. He followed the big shot with a series of blows that hurt Cotto. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. The fight is again even, 95-95.
Round 11: Margarito wins with an 11th round technical knockout. Margarito sent Cotto reeling with a series of blows early in the round, putting him on the canvas with a right hand. When Cotto got up, he was again on the receiving end of a series of punches and appeared to voluntarily take a knee. Cotto's corner threw in the towel at 2:05 of the round.
Challenger rallies late in the fight to take the WBA welterweight title.
By Steve Springer, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer
LAS VEGAS -- Antonio Margarito handed Miguel Cotto his first professional loss to claim the WBA welterweight championship with a technical knockout in the 11th round tonight at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas.
Cotto (32-1) counterpunched effectively early in the fight against the aggressive challenger, but as the fight wore on Margarito (37-5) continued to punish the former champion.
Here are round-by-round accounts of the bout:
Round 1: Margarito began the fight as the aggressor, but he paid the price for it. Cotto landed consistently with devastating combinations that jerked Margarito's head back. Cotto wins the round, 10-9.
Round 2: Margarito and Cotto traded big blows in an action-packed round with both fighters getting in effective exchanges. Cotto caught Margarito with a left hook for the biggest blow of the round, but Margarito was the more effective fighter on the ropes. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. The fight is even, 19-19.
Round 3: The pace slowed considerably and neither fighter was able to continue the furious energy level of the second round. Margarito was twice warned about low blows. Cotto's defense was able to thwart Margarito's persistent attack and Cotto again landed the more telling blows. Cotto wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 29-28.
Round 4: Using his superior skills as the consumate defensive fighter, Cotto was content to sit on the ropes and counterpunch. It proved to be the key factor in the round as he constantly scored points with his left hand. Margarito has bloodied Cotto's nose, but it doesn't appear to be a factor. Cotto wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 39-37.
Round 5: Margarito keeps coming forward, a strategy that is working to Cotto's advantage. When he's not ducking the best shots that Margarito has to offer, Cotto is landing devastating counterpunches with both hands. Cotto wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 49-46.
Round 6: Margarito continues to be the aggressor, and in this round although Cotto continues to counterpunch effectively, Cotto was on the receiving end of a series of stinging right hands. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 58-56.
Round 7: Margarito puts together his best round of the fight. With Cotto on the ropes, Margarito was able to score effectively and at one time it appeared Cotto was helpless. Cotto's counterpunches were ineffective as well. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 67-66.
Round 8: With fatigue setting in, both fighters were listless in the first two minutes. But in the final minute of the round, Margarito, ever the aggressor, found the range with some big punches. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. The fight is even, 76-76.
Round 9: Cotto continues to spit blood from a deep cut in his mouth. For the first time in four rounds, though, Cotto's counterpunches have found their mark, backing up Margarito. Although Margarito continues to be the aggressor, Cotto pulled out the round despite sitting on the ropes. Cotto wins the round, 10-9. Cotto leads, 86-85.
Round 10: In what had been an even round going into the final minute, Margarito hit Cotto with a left hand against the ropes to take control of the round. He followed the big shot with a series of blows that hurt Cotto. Margarito wins the round, 10-9. The fight is again even, 95-95.
Round 11: Margarito wins with an 11th round technical knockout. Margarito sent Cotto reeling with a series of blows early in the round, putting him on the canvas with a right hand. When Cotto got up, he was again on the receiving end of a series of punches and appeared to voluntarily take a knee. Cotto's corner threw in the towel at 2:05 of the round.
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dagosd2000
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I agree Frank. What I'm saying is outside the intellectual sector of Mexico,most Mexicans don't like Kahlo or Rivera. Especially Kahlo. They don't want art to be a riddle. Find out the hidden meaning. Kahlo only had one exhibition of hers in Mexico. That was near the end of her life. But I agree with you. I like her paintings.kikibalt wrote:dagosd2000 wrote:See, this is what I'm talkig about. Those campesinos will look at that and shake their heads. Me,I have an open mind. That's the only thing that bothers me a little about retiring down there. They don't appreciate Howlin' Wolf.kikibalt wrote:
In "The Love-Embrace of the Universe" (1949), Kahlo holds an infant-like Diego Rivera as she's embraced by a mother Mexico.
(Jennifer Szymaszek / Museo del Palacio de Bellas Artes)
diego, I think it a great painting....
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dagosd2000
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While I had to listen to my cousin talk about herself and eating lasagna,I missed this.kikibalt wrote:
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GREAT win for Margarito. Now he can beat up De La Hoya.dagosd2000 wrote:While I had to listen to my cousin talk about herself and eating lasagna,I missed this.kikibalt wrote:
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This is an amazing pic. So much colour.
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Would love to see Bob Arum's face. Margarito is one of those fighters - we don't get many over here - who is able to accept his disappointments and put them behind him quickly. European fighters tend to dwell more on setbacks.dagosd2000 wrote:While I had to listen to my cousin talk about herself and eating lasagna,I missed this.kikibalt wrote:
Bottom line is, Margarito knows how to fight.
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Im happy for Tony.bennie wrote:Would love to see Bob Arum's face. Margarito is one of those fighters - we don't get many over here - who is able to accept his disappointments and put them behind him quickly. European fighters tend to dwell more on setbacks.dagosd2000 wrote:While I had to listen to my cousin talk about herself and eating lasagna,I missed this.kikibalt wrote:
Bottom line is, Margarito knows how to fight.
I like this kid, hes a warrior, a throwback type fighter in my opinion.
His style reminds me a little of Yaqui Lopez.
I figured hed outwork and stop Cotto late.