Saturday, February 20, 2010
Gancho Friday February 19th. I am a fan of Constanza’s Sorrow
We begin with Moni banging against her Mamá’s door. Ábreme, she pleads (which means open up, but it feels more tragic in Spanish since they add the ending, making it open up for ME). Isabel and La Momia are on the other side of that door, but Moni can’t hear them, and feels helpless and alone.
Tano, after appearing semi-reasonable in his advice to Aldo and Estrella, has made some of us question his motives by threatening that if they don’t tell Mauricio about their marriage plans and pregnancy, he will. Is that really what friends do? Estre begs him not to blab, in the name of the friendship he keeps touting. Aldo pleads too, saying I grew up without a family, and I don’t want that for my child. In typical telenovela fashion, Estrella asks Tano to swear he won’t talk. Tano, hems, he haws, and he’s supposed to say “Está bien.” However, he says, “I’m not promising anything. We’ll see.” He then strangely congratulates Estre on her forthcoming motherhood, and makes his exit, leaving Estre and Aldo to roll their eyes. They’re not happy about this at all, and Estre adds that if Tano talks with El Príncipe, they’re really going to be done for.
Speaking of El Príncipe, Mau is trying to locate Moni without success. He’s at Don Cesar’s, and the Don tells him not to worry. We can see that Cesar has his hands full (of dirty clothes, as he now has to do his own laundry). Mau recognizes Cesar’s discomfort, and offers to help any way he can. But why doesn’t Cesar go back to Nieves, since he still loves her? Cesar thinks that would be futile. Nieves knows where he is, and certainly hasn’t appeared. She loves another now.
In the lobby of a posh hotel, Alicia stifles a yawn, slumped in an easy chair, as Nieves sits ramrod straight, much more concerned with appearances than our sleepy sister. They’re waiting for Marcos, and Nieves, nervously clutching her blue unicorn purse, won’t budge until the big guy arrives. Nieves is blazing mad at him for the lie he told, which threw Beto into such a funk, who knows where he is? They checked three cantinas, and came up empty. Alicia also wants to know where Isabel is. Now that she knows the truth, certain accounts must be settled. They agree that Isabel must pay.
But Isabel, dressed in her customary black, won’t back down for anyone, not even a furious Coni, who stands hands on hips, tall and proud with her gorgeous legs wonderfully displayed in short shorts and black pumps, bragging about how she’s destroyed Moni, who’s crying out in the hall.
Isabel warns Coni, one day you’ll find out what Valentina really means in your life, and you’ll be sorry. Nah, says Coni, I wouldn’t mind if she died! Hissabel doesn’t bat an eye. We’re so different, you and I. You’re so impulsive, you let your emotions control you. Oh really, shoots back Coni. Are you saying you don’t have any feelings? No, I don’t. And why did you bring Valentina here? Something really strong must have happened to you. What was it? Well, this really enrages Coni, who decides to leave. She walks out, closely followed by Isabel, and when the door opens, Hissy pushes them both out, and forcefully shuts the door again, leaving Moni more desperate than ever, banging on the door, Mamá, I just want to talk to you!
Well, Marcos has arrived, he extends his arms to Nieves, how nice to see you, as she SWATS him with her purse. How dare you lie to my son! After what you did, he might have let himself be run over on the beltway (periférico), or he could have thrown himself into the subway, I’ll never forgive you! Marcos calmly explains he just did it for his daughter, whose relationship with Beto just shouldn’t be. Ah, why not, questions Nieves, because Beto’s not good enough, just as I wasn’t good enough for you? You destroyed my life, and I won’t let you do the same to my son.
Coni is starting to suffer. She’s watching Moni bang weakly against the door, telling her how great it makes her feel to see Moni suffer, because she, Coni, is the unhappiest woman in the world. Moni’s not listening, but Coni tearfully tells her, I put up with (suporté) losing Mauricio. I put up with losing the baby from my belly. I put up with losing Roberto’s love, since I knew I could have him back at any time. That love was the only thing I had left, and now that’s been ripped away by something you can’t even imagine. The only comfort I have is that you’re suffering as much as I am. Valentina, you’re wasting your time. Isabel will NEVER open that door. And you know why? Because she HATES you. She leaves.
Moni continues to knock, pleading with Isabel to open the door, there has to be an explanation, she loves her Mamá, can’t they talk, please? Inside, Isabel coolly pours herself a tall glass of red wine. Moni continues, we should talk, remember that night, we were together, you said you were sorry, you felt proud of me, don’t you remember? I forgave you. There’s no way it could all have been a lie. Hissabel has NO expression. None. She sits unmoving, unmoved, no smile, no frown, like Poe’s Raven, as Moni keeps on tapping tapping tapping at her chamber door. But is there hope for Moni’s love? Nevermore.
Marcos assures Nieves that he’s always loved her, and still does. Well then SHOW me how much you love me, says Nieves, by helping me find my son. Alicia whispers in her ear – that other thing, too, remember? Right, they both want to know if he’s seen Isabel. Marcos plays dumb, Isabel who? Oh her, no, I haven’t seen her in years. Sure wish I could help. But, he adds, smiling broadly, you can always count on me. Then help me find my son, she replies. Marcos will help, if Nieves promises to keep her son away from his daughter. She’d be HAPPY to keep him away from that worm! Okay, Marcos points out that at least they agree on that one point. The two should not be together. Nieves agrees, that flauta does not deserve someone as fine as her son! And you, Marcos, don’t deserve me, either. In fact, I’m GLAD you left me at the altar. Well said, adds cheerleader Alicia, backing up Nieves (literally, she’s right behind her, holding onto her), having now found a new hero to worship.
A dice cup slams down, five dice come out, and Beto has won again!
He’s skunked the monks into some unwise wagers, and they’re giving a whole new meaning to the term holy rollers. The stakes? If Beto loses, he’ll clean the bathrooms for a week. But if he wins? They have to make milanesa tortas for all! He raises the cup, the dice are cast, and it looks as if he’s won that repast. But not so fast. Here comes Tomás, quite aghast.
Mau’s still searching for Moni. He’s now in the vecindad, and finds Gabi, Estrella and Paula. But they have no idea where Moni is either. Gabi figures Beto could be in some mess as usual, and Moni went to save him (as usual). So, they’ll try to keep the faith, Moni will be okay.
But she’s not, she’s still crying, still knocking. She sinks down.
Tomás is appalled that the good monks should be playing in the Lord’s house, and at this hour! Beto doesn’t think it’s so bad, just look what he just rolled, and the truth is, it’s a bit boring around here, you know? Tomás (I don’t think they’ve ever given us his name, so that’s what I’m using) dismisses the other brothers, but Beto must remain. What he did was very bad. He’s going to have to be “omni palabrum omitem”. This means Beto has to be absolutely silent for seven days. And what’s more he has to fast, too. All he can have is water. Beto’s vow (voto) of silence begins now. Beto starts to protest, but Tomás shuts him up. Beto says, but – Tomás glares at him. Beto’s pained expression tells us this won’t be easy.
Nor will it be for Arnoldo, who is nervously fidgeting in an exotic gay bar, as Lalu slyly sips wine, pinky properly extended. In the background we see two drag queens with wild wigs. Arnie wants to leave, but Lalu doesn’t want to leave without accomplishing anything (irse en blanco). He tries to get their first kiss. Arnie protests, does Lalu think that on their third, fourth, fifth or sixth date (cita), he’s getting a kiss? No way. Arnie’s not that easy.
Xime arrives home to find Rolu sleeping at the table. He wakes, and he’s a bit miffed. He prepared a romantic dinner, and now the candles have burnt out, the food is cold and the champagne is warm. And her cell phone was off! Where was she? he shouts. Xime’s a little taken aback with his tone, she was just with Gabi, supporting her because of Sal. So Gabi’s more important than I am? What if there were a fire, and I was stuck in my wheelchair? You’re my wife, and your obligation is to be with me.
Moni’s voice is weak, she on the ground, still talking through the door, begging her mother to open it, she’s been there for hours, but she’s not moving. Inside, Isabel is pouring the last of the wine (it doesn’t seem to affect her, though, they should have called her in for the Nieves/Jacqui drinkfest, no?) Moni begs, I won’t judge, just open, please! But Isabel won’t do that. Her heart is shut tighter than that door.
Lalu sees Arnie as a challenge. He’s going to wear him down, little by little (he walks his fingers up Arnie’s leg), and he’s sure he’ll succeed, as he lunges towards Antsy Arnie and plants a big kiss on his cheek! Arnie recoils, of course, and quickly grabs some kleenex to wipe off the evidence. Lalu hopes that Arnie will change his feelings towards him, just as Rolu changed his feelings towards Ximena. Well, Arnie can understand why THAT’s happening. Ximena is a wonderful woman, intelligent, affectionate, smart, and quite good-looking, he sighs. Uuuuy, Lalu is surprised, is Arnie ATTRACTED to her? No, of course not, it’s just that, um, he can understand why Rolu would be attracted to her. Just as I’m attracted to YOU, says Lalu sexily, which prompts Arnie to jump up, time to go, as he bumps into the fawning drag queens on the way out, delighting them.
We then get a very subtle scene between two very intelligent characters, neither willing to show all their cards. Xime and Rolu are both wearing black, casual clothes, facing each other.
R: Is that it? Are you going to stay silent?
X: Can I tell you three things, Rolu? Uno, Tomorrow morning, let’s go to some new doctors and get a second opinion, so you’ll be able to walk again. Dos, if you walk again, we’ll be able to go ahead with our plans to separate, and Tres, we can’t continue like this, because nothing good is happening for you. Or for me.
R: Look, things are not bad for me, on the contrary, I’m the happiest man in the world, because I love you, I’m at your side. Don’t you remember the letter I wrote you?
X: Of course I remember, that letter was the most beautiful anyone’s written to me in my whole life. And remembering it gives me…..look at this (she touches her forearm), goosebumps! (se me pone la piel chinita, literally it makes my skin little pebbles). But…that letter doesn’t change what’s happening between us, Rolu.
Rolu doesn’t seem to agree, as he slides his wheelchair close to Xime, takes her hands, leans forward, and kisses her tenderly. The heat starts rising until Xime pulls back, smiling and flushed, saying
X: Ay, Rolu, such fire.
R: My love, I want to be with you. I want to make love to you. I want to kiss you.
X: No, that’s not happening, you can’t turn on the “boiler” if you’re not going to get in the bathtub. (She stands up, turns, smiling seductively, then continues). What a shame, though. Too bad you and I can’t be together, since you’re an invalid, and don’t, umm, function from the waist down, ooops (claps her hand over her mouth, smiling). Unless….unless you could miraculously walk again. Ay, but you can’t. Or can you?
(Rolu doesn’t know what to say, but looks a bit guilty).
X: Ay, Rolu, just imagine, if you could, if you could, we’d make love so deeply, like two crazy people without restraints…..
R: Tell me something, Ximena, if I were miraculously cured, you’d also still want me to leave, right? Or would you change your mind?
X: (twisting her hair). I don’t know, we’re left with what is, our marriage has to end.
R: Of course, miracles don’t exist, anyway, right? I can’t walk.
X: Yeah, too bad, you know?
They stare at each, so much left unsaid.
It’s finally morning, and everyone’s met in the vecindad to discuss the missing Moni. Mau, Estrella and Tere are concerned about Moni, Nieves about Beto, and Cristian still thinks they’re together. But not mixing it up, he hastens to add, quickly. Alicia thinks they’d better call the cops, as Cris clears his throat, ahem. Well? asks Paula. Cris reminds them he can’t report a missing person unless they’ve been gone 48 hours. But he’ll go down to the station, and see what he can do. Paula’s going with him. Affirmative, partner, he replies. Operation in action. They salute and march off in step.
Gabi approaches Mau, I know this isn’t the best time, but I need to talk with you, it’ll only take a minute, but it’s really important. They go off to Moni’s apartment to talk. Estrella, Alicia, Nieves and Tere comfort each other.
Coni’s not happy, but she’s ready to greet the day, looking in her hand mirror, somberly applying the final touches to her look, as her Mom Jacqui enters cheerfully, good morning, dear. Jacqui reminds Coni how rude and uncaring it was not to say goodbye to her sister Katia. But Coni reminds Jacqui how destroyed she’s been from what her father told her. She couldn’t sleep all night, was going through hell thinking about her and Roberto together. She starts to cry, as Britney Sofía bursts in with a red manila envelope. Coni grabs the envelope, angrily dismissing Britney. Jacqui suggests a spa date, it’ll make Coni feel so much better. And they can spend the whole day together. Coni’s not interested. Jacqui admits it’s just a pretext so they can talk to Nieves (whom she calls La Chicharronera, or pork-rind lady). Coni has no desire to talk to Nieves, especially after what her father told her. Well, responds Jacqui, you’ve heard HIS version, but let’s listen to what Nieves says, because your despicable father lied to you. This really wakes Coni up, it was a LIE? Of course, and we’re going to meet Nieves at noon, so get ready. Wait, Mamá, says Coni, what about the child Dad said he had out of wedlock? There is none, replies Jacqui, it’s all just made up by your father to trick us. Now just relax. She leaves.
Coni then goes from the world’s saddest, most distressed woman, to the world’s happiest, as she radiates relief and pure joy that she and Roberto aren’t siblings. She’s on top of the world, as she eagerly opens the red envelope, and bam! Inside are pictures of Sal, dead, and Coni’s clothes, smeared in blood. After only two seconds of being the world’s happiest woman, she’s destroyed again, starts shaking uncontrollably, saying, N-n-n-n-n-n-n-no puede ser!!!!!
In the park, Arnie’s in the wheelchair, and Rolu’s running around, getting his exercise. He tells Arnie to have some fun, but Arnie doesn’t want to, he doesn’t like to perspire. Rolu starts in with some pushups, as Arnie relates how last night was terrible in the gay bar, Lalu kept trying to kiss him. This has got to stop. No, says Rolu, as my brother, you have to keep this going, Lalu is the only one who knows what Ximena really feels. And you’ve got to write some more love letters, the last one worked great. But I have to get Ximena back soon. I’m supposed to be an invalid, but when she turns me on, it’s hard to control my body’s reaction, you know? Well, it’s your own fault for lying, chides Arnie. Nothing good will come of it. At this point, two pretty girls jog past, and Rolu’s drawn to them like a bee to honey.
Telling Arnie he still has a kilometer to go, he heads off in hot pursuit. Arnie throws his hands in the air.
Lalu has come to visit Xime, tells her things with Arnie are not good, everything “van en picada” (this apparently has two meanings, one relating to puncturing, or pricking, which Xime takes to be a good thing, and the other, to be decayed or chopped up, which is what Lalu meant). Lalu’s despondent, he’s getting nowhere with Arnie, he feels that the call of love turns on, turns off, turns on, turns off (se enciende, se apaga, se enciende, se apaga). He illustrates this with his hand opening and closing, saying it’s like the lights of a cheap hotel, turning on, turning off. Xime can sort of understand this, it sure would be hard to put on makeup if the light kept turning on, turning off. Lalu thought he’d unlocked Arnie’s heart, but now it’s locked again, and the combination was changed. Not to worry, Xime has her three things. Uno, she’ll write a new super love letter, even better than the first one. Two, when Arnie reads it, they’ll have their first kiss of love, trust her. Thanks, Ximena, and the third one? Oh, Lalu, I haven’t even written the second one yet. No, says Lalu, not the letter, your third thing. Ummm, don’t know. I forgot! But, how about some daiquis to refresh us both, yeah!
Coni’s in shock from the pictures of Sal. She rushes into her closet, where are my shoes, they’re gone! The phone rings, and it’s Oscar, calling from his Castle of Doom, Sal sitting motionless in the wheelchair in front of him, Lorenza fawning over him. What’s the meaning of these pictures? Coni shrieks. Oscar calmly tells her it’s because she didn’t pay the money she owed. Then is this extortion? Not only that, replies Oscar, it’s also meant to teach you a lesson, Jerry will explain. We see a stuffed ram, a stuffed mountain lion, and Jerry’s head is framed between two giant tusks.
What is this, a cruel game? demands Coni. Apparently it is, as Jerry tells Coni there are 6 more envelopes with the pictures, and each one has a clue (pista) leading to the next one, until it’s just too late, dear Coni. Oscar grabs the phone back. You have very little time, Coni. The envelopes have already been sent out, and if they fall into the wrong hands, such as Mauricio’s, you’re going to jail for murder!
Hissabel has apparently had a good night’s sleep, probably molted or shed her skin or something, as she looks all refreshed in a brown outfit, showing no effects from that bottle of vino the night before. She opens the door to the apartment, and look who’s sleeping on the floor – poor little Monita. Issy kicks her tush with a haughty heel, are you still here? Moni stirs, I told you I wasn’t leaving. Fine, you win, says Hissy. Come on in. She motions to the sofa. Let’s talk. Moni stares at Hissy, Hissy stares at Moni, and ominous chords tell us that’s all for tonight.
And Monday, we have the Amazing Race! Apparently Coni’s envelope has a clue to the location of the next envelope, that one to the next, and so on. It’s a race against time! Can Coni save herself? Do we even want her to? And is that short skirt and heels really the best outfit for her to be running all over the place in? Carlos, Mike and I vote, “Sí!”
Vocabulario:
Perifério – a beltway, a periphery around something
Soportar – to put up with something
Voto – a vow, can also mean a vote
Irse en blanco – to leave without accomplishing anything, literally to leave in white. Dar en el blanco means to hit the target, or hit the nail on the head, so I guess blanco can be bad or good, depending on context
Se me pone la piel chinita – it gives me goosebumps, literally, it makes my skin into little pebbles
En picada – decayed, or choppy, but there may be a another, somewhat sexual way of translating this expression, relating to puncturing or pricking
Una pista – a clue, can also mean a track, such as on a record, or on a racetrack
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Noting the extra poignancy of AbraME was subtle. Thanks. The image of the Raven and Nevermore. Classy. "Brings new measning to the term Holy Rollers". Funny. "Having found a new hero to worship". Very astute. Nice rhyme thrown in there in the middle. Your songwriter persona sneaking through. And then the man side! enjoying the image of Connie hoofing through town in a short skirt and heels.
Scenes with Isabel and Monita were so cruel. I waqs just writhing. How could you nudge your daughter with the toe of your shoe like she was a piece of garbage?! I could not bear that scene.
Howevah...the recap was great. As always. And my goodness, nice place on words with the "ir en picada". Ximena and Rolu scene. Awesome. Really talented writers, directors and cast in this baby.
Güera- Bobby Knight today said that Syracuse had the best Zone defense of any team in the country.
Emilia- The "other guy" said it was 'possible' to beat Kentucky...but VERY VERY HARD.
And then there's me and Carlos...loving our second tier teams. Somebody's got to.
Well gee, when you put it like that, one might get the impression that Coni is an evil woman. You didn't include any of the good and generous things she's done.
Nevertheless, that was a stellar recap. Just the right touch for this heart-tugging episode. You captured every scene with high definition clarity. Though I might quibble with your editorialized first paragraph, I certainly can't impugn or impeach your facts. It just sounded a bit... harsh to me. Much like the prosecutor's opening statement at Anne Boleyn's trial.
My heart was breaking for our little monkey as she wailed pitiably at her momma's door. Does that woman have even a reptilian heart beating in that scrawny chest? How is it possible that those two share the same genetics? And think about it, the other half of Moni's genes were contributed by the wily Marcos. Mother Nature is a wonder.
I was thinking last night that Moni must be the older of the two sisters. Doesn't Coni seem older? At least she certainly seems to have more mileage on her.
Thank goodness for Ximena, Brother Roberto, and you, Hombre, for rescuing and otherwise dark and dreary episode.
Carlos
Yep, no complaints about Constanza's shorts. Why is a certain ol' ZZ Top song playing in my head?
OK - beautiful day in Yorktown. Time to go prune the crape myrtles.
Be gentle with your crepe myrtles. Our radio garden guy here Houston calls this annual ritual pruning crepe murder. Fortunately these wonderful plants can withstand almost any insult. It's a beautiful day here as well. Spring-like. Enjoy.
My sorrow for little Moni is suddenly turning into self-pity. I realized that I get to pick up this fun-fest where Hombre left off. Better check the Tequila stocks.
Judy, OSU and Baylor are like fine racehorses who prefer lagging at the back of the pack before kicking it in at the stretch.
Carlos
Mike, I do like old time music, but I really like bluegrass, which is sort of like the wild child of old time music. Actually I first heard the song Constant Sorrow, or I am a Man of Constant Sorrow in the folk version of Peter Paul and Mary in the early 60's. I think it was on the first record I ever bought. Then of course, they had it in Oh Brother Where Art Thou, a really excellent movie, and not just for the music.
We have two of them now and they're both about 12-15' high, so the gloved hand technique is out of reach- apologies for a bad pun. Now I just try to get in and cut out the crossing and rubbing branches with a little trimming to maintain the general shape.
Hombre, I believe "Constant Sorrow" was also in the movie Cold Mountain. I enjoyed the book and the movie.
Okay. Whining over. Good Luck to Baylor this weekend.
I loved the monks over Beto's shoulder blowing on the dice (to no avail of course since Beto seems to be taking them for a ride.)
The scene with Xime & Rolu was masterful ( good photo!) Xime seems to be playing him, she looks as though she knows he can walk. (we had some hints of that before) her expressions were wonderful. Arnie does seem to be a good match for her --fastidious, fashion conscious, into decorating & sooking -- just like Lalu only not gay. So I was glad to see Rolu trotting off after the flirty joggers. It looks like he may be able to move on after all.
Thanks, Hombre, for the summary of all of Coni's evil deeds. I'd forgotten some of that stuff. Yes she needs to suffer a lot more before she forms a happy family with her naco love & her half sister.
JudyB, I'm no fan of Bobby Knight but it's nice to know that he's a fan of our zone defense.
Güera
The wardrobe people had a thing for yellow this week, which was pretty much one long day. Monita, Estrella, Paula, Aldo, Ximena, and Dani all had on yellow tops- most also wearing red accents. Even Tano's t-shirt, which was mainly black had yellow and red writing. Loved Beto's t-shirt the day he went to the monestary: "Why make one woman unhappy, when I can make many women happy?" Lol! How appropriate for entrance into a monestary. :) Has anyone been keeping a running account of all of the sayings on Beto's shirts? It would be hilarious to look at them all together at the end.
I also like Coni but I think she does deserve to suffer for the things she has done in the past. I think we'll have some fun watching her trying to get the envelopes.
I didn't realize that this week had been one whole day! Thanks for pointing that out Vivi. I think the reason for things slowing down was that the novela was extended from 130 episodes to 150, to 200, to 220. The poor writers must have done alot of hair pulling to deal with all the extensions they had to do.
I was rewatching the second season of a british show called Skins and they had a scene that reminded me of caray caray. If there's a word that everybody here knows its "embarazada". Here's the clip of the specific scene I'm refering to.
Jarocha
Embarazada and molestar were the toughest "false cognates" for me when I started learning Spanish. As you know "molest" in English is quite a serious word. I kept flinching everytime I saw it or heard it in Spanish the first few months.
I liked Woody Hayes too, and Lord knows he had quite the temper. There are some rip-roaring Irish curmudgeons in my family tree so I guess I'm used to cutting these folks a lot of slack.
Nice call on the symbolism of the two different color schemes.
My Irishmen have been more like leprechauns than curmudgeons -- but I see your point.
Güera
I just watched my recording of yesterday's HQEDNS,and Marco the cad was expressing his theory about why he is not a one woman kind of guy. His exact words: "Why make one woman unhappy, when I can make many women happy?" Must be a popular phrase in Mexico. :) Marco would never wear the t-shirt though. He's too stylish for that.
Judy I imagine how awkward must have been to hear the word molestar so much on shows in spanish. It is such a common word here.
Jarocha
The other day when I was teaching exercise class a weird thing happened...a thought came to me but the word arrived in Spanish, and I couldn't think of the appropriate English word. If this keeps up, I'll be incompetent in both!
How interesting, Vivi, that the phrase "Why make one woman unhappy...." came up in Dinero, right after we saw it on Beto's t-shirt. I have heard this expression before, though I don't recall which telenovela. I would indeed suspect it's a popular saying in Mexico.
I believe at one time Sylvia was keeping track of Beto's t-shirt sayings...or at least noticing them. (I'm so focused on the auditory aspect, I often miss all kinds of visual cues)If Paula were still on our team, I'm sure she'd have all the sayings archived, highlighted, power-pointed and whatever else technologically adept folks do. At this point, I don't think anybody's ready to go back through all the episodes to make a list. Maybe write to the producer and find out?
Your current discussion about understanding and misunderstanding has sent me back a little to my favorite episode of King of the Hill. It makes me laugh out loud every time I see it.
Enjoy.
Carlos
The entire episode is dangerous. If you could really die laughing, that one episode would have polished off old Dr. Carlos.
Mike said they were experiencing pretty weather. I hope that is extending to you and Vivi. Rain for us tomorrow, but that's fine. As a rural inhabitant, we almost can't have too much rain. Dod I just say that? Look out.
Carlos
Vivi, I've been searching info because I had heard that you have an organization in charge of regulating what is free to air and what should have been censored. According to wikipedia that is the Federal Communications Commission. We don't have something like that in México. Here tv networks decide on the censorship of their shows. The only two things they have to consider are the audience and the sponsors. That's why novelas are more censored than any other show. Because the audience is mostly from young to older housewives and their sponsors are labels with products for the family. Meanwhile, foreign shows are not censored since they figure that their audience watches them because they like every part of the shows and they would be put off/stop watching if the content was altered.
Jarocha
Jarocha- The censorship seems to be on a sliding scale here. Network channels that people used to just be able to pick up with an antena are heavily censored. Basic cable is a little less so and varies per channel, and premium cable can do whatever they want because your paying for each channel. These are HBO, Cinemax (often called Skinemax because they have such racey shows), Showtime, etc.
I am late to the Gancho party and have not yet read the comments, but I must thank you for a wonderful recap. For those of us who are the half-way newbies of the Gancho crew, it was a great review. In my skimming of the recaps I didn't catch the part about Oscar and Jero trying to kill Moni in the hospital. That is VERY bad behavior. I, too, am now clapping at Coni's sorrow.
"Åbreme, Mama". I could hardly watch the episode from the moment I heard that cry. And later on, in Coni's diatribe to Isabel, "Are you saying you don’t have any feelings?" asks Coni? "No, I don’t",quoth the Goth Medusa. Hissabel may have a very large anvil cloud forming over her perfectly coiffed head.
Hombre, I loved your language in this description of the hysterical Beto scene, "He’s skunked the monks into some unwise wagers, and they’re giving a whole new meaning to the term holy rollers. The stakes? If Beto loses, he’ll clean the bathrooms for a week". Sr Misterio, that is great descriptive writing.
Thanks again, for another fine recap.
Good morning Elna June. I thought of you and Sandy when I read Hombre's excellent opening paragraph. A great mini-review for new watchers.
Go Bucks!
Thinking of me?...I'm here reading and digesting...will be back for commenting later..LOVE this show!
I'll also have pearls of wisdom for crepe myrtles..know you can't wait for that!
For Elna June and Sandy: Oscar and Jerry were going to kill Moni in the hospital, and they had some qualms, since neither had killed with his bare hands. The nurse told them the patient, who was covered by a sheet, was already dead, so they were saved the necessity of strangling her, and rejoiced that Moni was already dead. Too bad for them, they were in the wrong room!
Jarocha, I always love your comments. If I ever explain some phrase incorrectly, please feel free to help out, because I'm often half-guessing as to the meaning. By the way, do you watch Skins in English or in Spanish?
You've grabbed my attention. Now I'll be waiting with bated breath. Here, crepe myrtles and azaleas are our go to reliable plants. The azaleas we have to pamper just a bit during the hottest driest part of the summer, but they always manage to come through. The tradition here is to severely prune crepe myrtles each winter and even though the poor babies stand naked and mutilated this time of year, they invariably flourish in the spring no matter how radical the amputations. A particularly beautiful variety we're seeing more and more of is called Red Rocket and has deep scarlet blooms. We've been to Chattanooga a few times and the plants that struck me as stunning were the hydrangeas, especially those on Lookout Mt. They were an almost impossibly deep rich blue.
Judy, good luck to OSU today. Not long till game time. CBS. I'm there. Baylor stumbled against our own OSU. I hope this isn't the beginning of our traditional March swoon. UK slipped by Vandy, so the ladies in the office will be in good moods tomorrow.
Güera, I'm still pulling for Rolu to reconquer Ximena's heart now that I've resigned myself to the fact that Lalo is going to have to be an unattainable dream for her. He certainly makes a great friend and confidant. Rolu is just staying in practice chasing after those cuties. After all he still had a Km to go and it's nice to have pleasant company as one is jogging. Flirting may be one of the best aspects of jogging. His heart (and certainly a couple of broad swatches of his skin) belongs to Ximy.
Carlos
I made such a rookie mistake on my phone. I’m just glad I did it on the phone and not our computer, our grandsons use it. I have been thinking about the concept of incest and began to wonder in the day of sperm donor children, if unknowingly a “donor” brother and sister have a relationship, would that be incest? Is incest really incest if accidental? Or is it something that is “committed”? Why would a grandmother be thinking of such things, because of the horror of Coni and Beto’s realizations! (I know/think that they are being lied to!) I typed incest into Google.....all I’m saying is DON’T DO IT! To the point in the above conversations about censors, they strongly edit for content on television and then nothing is done about real porno on the Internet. ( Not a political comment, I don’t have any answers myself!) I didn’t click on the links, but I felt just horrible seeing what I saw without clicking! I felt like I had sullied my phone. If pulled into some “sting” operation, you all are the only ones who would believe me about the need for my “research”!
The gambling scene with the monks was one of the cutest ever!!!
EJ, I’m with you, Moni calling for her mom was heartbreaking.
On crepe myrtles, mine are very tall. I read somewhere that there is a trend to leave the tops alone, no trimming. I tried that last year and they looked fine. The plants grow up over the dead tops and in my usual haste pulling in and out of the driveway, I never noticed that they looked any different than usual. I hate to risk my life or worse have to pay someone to cut the tippy tops out of really, really tall plants. Carlos, if they aren’t cut back, CMs grow big trunks that are beautiful. The city of Charleston has them trimmed that way. Our Annabelle Hydrangeas grow well here, but the blue varieties don’t flourish. All this wisdom, and this isn’t even a gardening site!!!
Hombre I watch Skins in english. By now I watch most of my tv on the computer because I can watch the shows I like any time I want. I usually start watching them on basic cable when they first show them and then since I occasionally lose an episode or two I end up watching them all on my pc. Usually, when I don't have plans, I spend my weekends watching lots and lots of shows hehe.
Jarocha
Jarocha
Sandy, Our crepe myrtles are pretty impressive. Well over 20' tall. In the backyard we have some very nice hydrangeas, lacecaps and oakleaf, as well as a variety with large red blooms.
Carlos
Sandy...I am also all sympathy with your phone/internet fiasco. A year or so ago I was looking up something in Spanish and landed on a site...well, good grief, I didn't even know what I was looking at at first....and then yikes!...got out of there very fast. But hard to imagine anyone getting viewing pleasure out of those pics. Strange what turns some folks on.
Short skirts and high heels I can understand. Cleavage no problem. But this? Merciful heavens. There are some strange and dangerous neighborhoods out there.
You guys are so great to talk to on a rainy winter afternoon. Mike started the crape myrtle conversation—Thanks, Mike—which I thoroughly enjoyed. Alas, crape myrtles are a 'failure to thrive" plant here in my little corner of the world. Not consistently warm enough and too much water, I suspect. Just 20 miles inland from here crape myrtles really do great and I am always astonished by the color of their beautiful blooms.
Whew, I am so glad to be back over here ofter the exhausting week at work and also after the overwhelming number of comments on the Sorti final. I made the mistake of reading all the comments yesterday and I realized that I had contributed to the problem by commenting far too often, and that probably no one gave a hoot about my obscure novela criticism. I am glad you guys will still have me over here. (Smile). I will try to exercise more self-control in the future.
Sandy, I left you a note offline on your email address, if you get a chance to look today.
Now, on to reflexive verbs, one of my favorite subjects in Spanish. I would love to hear some riffs from Jarocha, JudyB, Hombre and others on the use of the reflexive (we use that term in psychology, too)and its more subtle meanings. Trust you, Hombre to pull this important point out of the tear-jerking narrative on Friday. My sniffling drowned out that particular subtlety. With Moni's "Abrame" was she definitively saying 'for me'? Could it also have meant 'to me"? Does the use of a reflexive verb in that context tend to imply a more intimate relationship with the subject?
And Mike and Carlos, I did not have time to comment the other day, but you made me laugh outloud with your new entry for our particular Caray DSM IV-cum-V, 'Piss Ant'. I can find many a use for that diagnosis. Still LOL.
EJ
My goodness I had forgotten all the devilish details of La Momia's past. I'm surprised she's not perpetually exhausted, she's such a busy little bee.
Brother Tomas (an appropriate moniker) seems very confident in his own faith, but I have serious doubts whether he will be able to remain immune to Beto's persuasive personality. No matter, I love this story line; it's fun Fun FUN.
Carlos and Jarocha, I loved your links, they are the best! When I was playing Carlos's link my honey piped up "what are you playing? That's the most godawful spanish I've ever heard!" He and I were rolling on the floor. When we watched the Skins clip he reminded me that when we took our first Spanish class one of the first things the teacher taught us is that 'embarazada' means pregnant, not embarrassed, and that we were to never, ever forget it. And we haven't.
I found it horribly painful to watch the scenes of Moni pounding on the door. I had to fast forward through most of them.
Hombre, thanks so much for the most excellent recap and for your detailed translations. My audio is still bad with long stretches of macroblocking, stuttering and delays. I knew Lalu was making some sort of joke but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what it was. THANK YOU!
Great recap and great comments y'all. Sandy's story brought back a horrible memory, one day while I was at work I was trying to find something on the internet, I can't remember now what I was looking for, but whatever link I clicked started downloading waterfalls of gay porn onto my computer. I have two large screens and I work in an open area so you can just imagine. To make it worse I shrieked which drew all sorts of attention to my area. My quick-thinking coworker threw his jacket over my screens while I quickly turned off my computer. Sheesh! Our IT Mgr had to reboot my computer and luckily there was no harm done but I learned to be very cautious of how I searched for things on the internet. So Sandy, thank you for the advice, and I will NEVER do a search on incest.
"Ábrame" is used when you are on a more formal term with the person you are speaking to. The usted is implied already so there's no need to use it again.
She could have just used "Abre" (tú) or "Abra" (usted). The last one is much less used, unless you add a "por favor" since the phrase "Abra la puerta" sounds like an order but even with a "por favor" still sounds like an order.
If you are directing yourself to someone in a more formal way and you want to ask them to open the door it's much better to ask: "¿me podría abrir la puerta por favor?"
This question can also be used if you have a less formal interaction with the personn (if you are using tú). The only thing you need to do is add an "s" to "podría":
"¿Me podrías abrir la puerta por favor?"
Of course all those rules change if you are in Colombia for example. They don't use the "Tu" form so it is always "àbrame" and "abra" there.
I hope my explanations weren't as confusing as I felt they were.
Jarocha
Jarocha
Yes Vivi and EJ, do come over to Gancholandia and shake things up any time you like!
Jarocha
Thank you so much for that explanation! It was very clarifying. And you gently caught me in my own misspelling; I spelled the word correctly, abreme, the first time I wrote it, when quoting Hombre, and then misspelled it, abrame, in my later posts. Not only that, I never seem to get my accent marks in.
You are a very patient teacher, and I so appreciate your help.
With a smile, but NOT embarazada (hahahaha),
EJ
A friend of mine who teaches Spanish to adults had a student bring her Spanish daughter-in-law to class one time, and this young woman got up at the end of class and excoriated my friend and all the students for their "improper accents", dismissing the Latin American way of pronunciation as appalling.
Fortunately my friend is quick on the draw, and she replied that many people have a need to look down on others and to brand another culture's way of speaking as inferior but that the Spanish spoken in Cuba, Mexico or anywhere else was just as worthy of respect as that spoken in Spain. And the whole class applauded.
But so it is. I had a good British friend in Paris, but we always spoke French with each other. During the one time I spoke "American" he was so appalled he made me promise never to speak to him again in any language but French!
I don't have any myrtle to murder and have been watching the Olympics for my sports fix this week and still smelling the sulfuric Willa who met her first skunk a week ago. I thought she was messing with a peculiar little black and white dog in the parking lot at the Rio Rancho end of the Corrales Bosque, guess I should get my eyes checked again. I didn't think I needed them for walking thorugh trees by the river. She was so confused and startled and seemed genuinely embarrassed at her odor, she is used to being the sweet thing in the house. Even Cisco was gagging.
Welcome back Cheryl. We have missed you and look forward to reading your recaps again.
Coni, although graced with great gams and an angelic face (on the rare occasion she genuinely smiles), richly deserves her present sorrow.
As I was out sick on Friday with the flu, (DESPITE getting both the Seasonal and H1N1 flu shot), I saw Friday's episode. Isabel exiting her doorway, disdainfully tapping Moni's sleeping body with her foot was one of the saddest things I've ever seen. The crying and begging were heartbreaking.
I just couldn't concentrate on much else so I'll simply say I enjoyed everyone's comments and look forward to brighter days ahead.
Diana
It's always so good to hear from you. Poor Willa. Bonnie Belle and we can commiserate with you and her. Fortunately, it's only occurred once with BB. Her predecessor, Clyde Henry was an habitual skunk molester. We had to keep several jugs of Nature's Skunk Odor Remover on hand. His first time was the most traumatic. He jumped into bed with us at 3am and at first the smell was so overpoweringly acrid, we thought the house was on fire. When I turned on the light, he was in the middle of our bed, reeking, with tears streaming down his cheeks. As you know, it wasn't pretty.
Diana,
Sorry that you were sick, but glad you got a chance to watch. Hombre's damning indictment of Coni was painful. She has been naughty, but the way he put it... well... makes her sound almost evil. It's gonna take some work to repair her image. As sad as it was to watch Moni outside the door, this confrontation was inevitable. As I pointed out last week, Mao tried to do the same thing that Coni did (granted ,with a slightly different motive), only Isabel had moved. Maybe Coni could adopt a stretch of road to keep litter-free.
Carlos
Coni looked good enough in her shorts or short skirt or whatever that perhaps she's gained five or ten pounds and got up into the normal BMI range.
Re the high heels, as my Yankee friends say, "Fuhgeddaboutit." There's about a .99 correlation between the wearing of high heels and a storm of complaint following said wearing about how they hurt the feet. The only men who really cherish high heels are podiatrists.
Happy Monday!
Diana, hope you feel better. Isn't that something about the flu shots? Anyway, good to hear from you.
Mike, about the heels, I guess the only thing that makes them somewhat bearable for the gals in our show is that most of them do have a very low body mass index. I think Moni boxes in the 110 to 114 weight class. But you're right - podiatrists probably have stock in the high heel shoe companies.
Judy, here's a "molestar" story for you: My brother spent a few years working along the California/Mexico border, speaking mostly Spanish. Then last year, he moved back up north. So he was leaving work late one evening and his boss offered him a ride home since he didn't have his car. "Are you sure? I don't want to molest you," he said. She, of course, looked SHOCKED, and he was mortified and hurried to explain the mistake. He said she seemed really uncomfortable around him for a few days afterward, though.
Beto was so cute at the monastery.....asking for a signal or “text” from “el Jefe”, thinking that Tomàs was the voice of God, mistaking the monastic cell for a room in the carcel and then we had him doing the synchronized heart crossing with Tomàs, apropos with the synchronized skating of the Olympics. (What is that crossing called anyway?) The other day the skirt of his monk’s habit(?) was pulled up and you could see his big jogging shoes! I like the way the others, while looking for him kept saying, “We’ve looked in three different cantinas!” There was a good takeaway nugget yesterday in his scene, “Sins don’t absolve you from other sins”...pretty good huh? They needed Tomàs in the cast of Sorti.
Carlos, your “King of the Hill” link made me feel uncomfortable, wonder why? Could it be that I saw myself somewhere in there?
I wear heels about 2-3" most days and they're not uncomfortable if they have a cushiony pad under the ball of the foot and if they are not the pointy, pinchy kind. Ballet flats, however, are extremely uncomfortable to me. They make my heels hurt.
Or...you might be just fine...with calf muscle and Achilles tendon just the way they should be...and I'm babbling on for no reason.
Hi Kris. Good to hear from you. Hi Sandy. Raining and in the 40's here. More snow on the way?
Also got an ad nauseam education on the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory, which apparently provides the entering arguments for a trip through the DSM.
Perhaps that's it. Some sensible shoes for Coni... problem solved.
Sandy,
Same thing with me. When I first saw that episode (the whole episode is hilarious) I laughed uncontrollably throughout, but it was a very uncomfortable laugh.
Elna June and Mike,
Psychiatrists live in a world apart and speak in tongues.
Carlos
Carlos
As you think so highly of shrinks (MDs), what say you to us crazy Ph.D.s? I remember when I finished grad school in psychology my father was so embarrassed that he refused to tell his friends that I had a Ph.D. His frequent lament to me was, "You did this just to embarrass me. How can i hold my head up when my oldest child has just gotten a doctorate in the equivalent of basket weaving"?
Poor Dad. I told him that I might have been a physicist if I had better liked their outfits. But lab coats, pocket protectors and slide rules were just never a good look for me.
Tee hee hee.
Jarocha
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