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carminajunipero · 8 months
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So many words bounding to get out of me
But my eyes have been twitching for days
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glasurgeist · 1 year
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June deserves to go into hibernation mode when he sleeps. To cope with the agonies. :)
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queretarotv · 10 months
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La LX Legislatura otorgó la Medalla de Honor Junípero Serra
En Sesión Solemne del Pleno de la LX Legislatura del Estado, la presidenta de la Mesa Directiva, diputada Graciela Juárez Montes, otorgó la Medalla de Honor Junípero Serra, en su versión 2023, al maestro Héctor Jaime Vega Martínez, restaurador de arte sacro en el estado. El Poder Legislativo otorga esta presea a ciudadanos que hayan realizado acciones notables en favor de la sociedad, que…
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temporarypresent · 1 year
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polisena-art · 5 months
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I've always wanted to ask since it's never definite and changes based on adaption, but what's your preference for Panchito's last name? Pistoles? Romero Miguel Francisco Quintero Gonzalez III? No last name at all? Some combination like Pistoles being a stage name? If he lived with José in Rio long enough could he eventually adopt Carioca? It seems to differ for everyone which is one of the cool fandom things
HI! SO- I can safely say I don't consider Panchito's surname to be "Pistoles". To me, that's his stage name and an American stage name at that!! Getting a little meta for a bit here, the name "Pistoles" was chosen for the character simply because it was easier for the American audience to pronounce it with an "e" instead of the original "a" in the spanish word for "pistols". So, going back in universe, imagine that in the 1940s when the Three Caballeros commissioned a small series of posters with the little money they had, they all came with a typo in Panchito's name because of the language barrier/miscommunication with the print shop. But in the end Panchito kinda digged that XDDD "NO, LEAVE IT IN!!! It makes it new and exciting, guys!!!" Paco might say, upbeat and always seeing the bright side of every situation. I like to imagine that his nickname in his hometown and stage name in México was "Panchito Pistolas" and just "Panchito" for family and friends. As for his actual surname I really dig the House of Mouse version, (Panchito Romero Miguel Junípero Francisco Quintero González Tercero) even if it means he would be Francisco twice XD, tbh not the weirdest naming decision to happen in latin america by far...
AS FOR JOSÉ!!! Well, first, I don't think that either one of them would adopt any of each others' surnames (but this is my own bias because I kinda hate the whole changing names for marriage and the burocracy it entails-) Also I'm in the fence whether to consider "Carioca" to be José's real surname or not. This is very much me overanalyzing the character but we are in the "overanalyzing stupid characters website" so whatever- The thing with José is that, here in Brazil, "Zé Carioca" reads simply as a very descriptive nickname meaning "guy from Rio". Reason why I can totally see it being just a nickname that later got turned into a stage name for him. So, it also doesn't make sense to me for Panchito to have it in his name, that Bitch (affectionate) isn't carioca! But anyways, just to clarify, can "Carioca" be a surname? Yes, absolutely!! It is, in fact, a surname that exists in Brazil although it's not a very popular one. But when you consider the character's history and also Zé's cousins (the joke with them being that each has a regional name after "Zé" indicating where they are from), the idea you get is that Carioca is not a family name but a label. The comics have also shown us some of Zé's relatives that could indicate what other alternative surnames he may have but, mind you, none of this means that Zé would have inherited these particular surnames! So we're still in headcanon valley here. First, there are Zé's two grandads: Zé Paiva (or Zeca Paiva) and Josué Carioca. We don't know which one is from mother's side or father's side tho. And later there are more relatives, including two grandmas, one from the Dutch comics, Oma Carioca (aka vovó Carioca), and the other from a recent Culturama release, Isaura Araripe. Once again we don't know which one represents the mother's side and which represents the father's side. In the Culturama special story tho, José's family, including himself, identify as "Araripe" (a real surname but also a play on the word "arara" meaning "macaw" in portuguese).
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So, we coooould make Zé Carioca's registry name be any mix of these like "José Araripe Carioca" or "José Paiva Araripe" OR "José Carioca Araripe" OR "José Paiva Carioca" OOOOR if you're a fan of long names "José Carioca Araripe Paiva". The mother's family name comes first in Brazil but since we don't know which one that would be, you can pick and choose to your heart's content. I said all that BUT I'm also a big fan of the "descriptive" nature of "José Carioca" as a name for the character, because it almost grants him a kind of anonimity. There are millions of Zés in Brazil and millions of cariocas (in relation to place of birth) too. Which makes him LITERALLY JUST A GUY!!! Just a little guy commiting scams all around and nobody fucking knows his real name-- A REAL POWER MOVE in my opinion. That said, I would also find it very funny if he had the most WIDELY USED Brazilian surname and ONLY THAT, making him "José Silva" or "José da Silva", so he could maintain that "generic guy" energy in his registry name as well.
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andre-ponche · 14 days
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A fact that was overlooked.
Panchito's real name should be Panchito Romero Miguel Junípero Francisco Quintero González Morales III
With the surname "Morales" too, since Latinos have two surnames, the first from the father and the second from the mother. and we know that his mother's last name is Morales. This little detail makes me a little angry.
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namesforyourenjoyment · 3 months
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masculine spanish word names
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aro [spanish] “ring”
azul [spanish] “blue”
cielo [spanish] “sky”
cinco [spanish] “five”
clemente [spanish] “gracious”
cruz [spanish] “cross”
domingo [spanish] “sunday”
feliz [spanish] “happy”
flores [spanish] “flowers”
galán [spanish] “prince”
inocencio [spanish] “innocent”
julio [spanish] “july”
junípero [spanish] “juniper”
leon [spanish] “lion”
lienzo [spanish] “canvas”
majo [spanish] “nice”
maximo [spanish] “maximum”
monte [spanish] “mountain”
nevada [spanish] “snowfall”
ola [spanish] “wave”
oro [spanish] “gold”
paz [spanish] “peace”
reno [spanish] “reindeer”
reyes [spanish] “king”
rico [spanish] “rich”
rojo [spanish] “red”
romero [spanish] “rosemary”
sabio [spanish] “sage”
salvador [spanish] “savior”
santos [spanish] “saints”
serafín [spanish] “seraph”
sol [spanish] “sun”
toro [spanish] “bull”
zafiro [spanish] “sapphire”
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Morning News Headlines (2 of 5)
The iconoclasts who unlawfully torched and toppled the Sacramento statue of a historic Spanish missionary in 2020 were rewarded Tuesday with a substitute evidently palatable to those antipathetic to the region's Christian heritage. Where the statue of Junípero Serra once stood now stands the likeness of Miwok elder William J. Franklin, an Indian elder known in some circles for preserving traditional dances…
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tengomilpalabrasparati · 11 months
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Tal día como hoy 14 de julio ...
2016: Atentado de Niza (Francia). Un terrorista conduciendo un camión atropella a la multitud de personas que estaban celebrando la Fiesta Nacional de Francia, causando 84 muertos y más de 50 heridos.
1999: Argentina y Reino Unido firman un acuerdo en Londres por el que se permite el acceso de argentinos a las islas Malvinas.
1995: El MPEG (Moving Picture Experts Group) hace público su formato de audio comprimido, el MP3, en Estados Unidos.
1979: El músico Jean Michel Jarre ofrece un concierto audiovisual en la Plaza de la Concordia de París (Francia), en el que reúne a más de un millón de personas al aire libre, celebrando el éxito de sus álbumes Oxygène y Equinoxe. Este evento se considera el inicio de los 'megaconciertos'.
1960: La apasionada de los animales, Jane Goodall, llega a la reserva del Gombe Stream (Tanzania) para comenzar su estudio sobre las interacciones sociales y familiares de los chimpancés salvajes.
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1902: El agricultor cusqueño Agustín Lizárraga escribe en un muro de Machu Picchu (Perú) 'A. Lizárraga, 14 de julio de 1902', lo cual sirve de prueba de que el estadounidense Hiram Bingham no descubrió el antiguo poblado incaico el 24 de julio de 1911.
1881: El bandido Billy the Kid (Billy el Niño), es capturado y asesinado por Pat Garrett a las afueras de Fort Sumner.
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1790: En el marco de la Revolución francesa, se celebra en París, la instauración de la monarquía constitucional y la reconciliación nacional en la Fiesta de la Federación.
1789: Se produce la Toma de la Bastilla en París (Francia) por los revolucionarios parisinos, este hecho marca el inicio de la Revolución Francesa y el fin de la monarquía absolutista.
1771: los frailes franciscanos Junípero Serra y Buenaventura Sitjar fundan la Misión de San Antonio de Padua, contaba con talleres y una pequeña iglesia, llegando a acoger a más de 150 nativos.
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this-is-sen-lin · 1 year
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Memory Park
Originally written in November 2021 for HIST 502: Introduction to Public History.
Synopsis: Can history be neutral? How do we treat with the past? What should we do with all those old statues? Follow the groundskeeper of Memory Park, where the past stands at eye-level and the weeds are always hungry. 1227 words
The gravel crunches beneath your work boots as you make your way along the maintenance road. The pale sky hangs blue and orange-gold above you, the gathering clouds stained pink by the slow climb of the drowsy sun. Birdsong trickles out through the dense crowns of the trees. Long grass softly brushes your pantlegs. The chain-link fence that marks the edge of the service yard holds back a flood of shrubs, allowing them to thrust a few green stems through the gaps. The world in this hour feels softly hushed, and the gentle breeze carries the faint smells of crushed grass and rain. As you push through the gate in the wall of green, you’re reminded of a fact that the girl at the visitor center once shared with you.
  “Did you know,” she had said, “that people in Victorian times had picnics in cemeteries? Yeah, and the kids would play there too. Public parks weren’t really a thing back then. Cemeteries were the only green spaces they had.”
  You check in, fill a bucket with water, and load it onto the golf cart along with your tools. You sit down behind the wheel and take a moment to savor the cool of the morning before you start the engine. The cart jostles slightly as it rolls down a dirt path beneath the arching branches of the trees. The water in the bucket sloshes. As you roll past the EMPLOYEES ONLY sign, you make your plans for the morning.
  At Memory Park, your duties as groundskeeper are relatively light. You maintain the trails and pick up garbage, but there’s little in the way of landscaping to take care of. The county’s vision for the park was of a place where nature could take its course. “Rewilding”, you think, was the term they used. You remember a message in the guestbook colorfully describing it as “a place to watch plants swallow up the statues.”
  Oh, yeah. You take care of the statues too.
  Not too much care. Just enough to not make a statement.
  If such a thing were possible.
The dirt path leads you past the scattered statues, separated from each other by waving swaths of grass and wildflowers. Once, they may have stood on plinths, but now they rest with their feet on the ground, the same height as anybody else. Some of them have names: Forrest, Calhoun, Sherman, Junípero Serra. Others you can’t immediately recall, or had no names to begin with. Four young Confederates stand in a cluster beneath a maple tree, watching you pass with hollow eyes. One of them clutches his rifle with both hands, his head at his feet and the beginnings of a bird’s nest in the cradle of his neck. Other statues you pass stand half-cloaked in creepers, or speckled white on head and shoulders from bird droppings. These you do not clear away. Nature is taking its course.
Someone has spray-painted the word “MURDERER” onto the chest of an equestrian statue of Andrew Jackson. You stop the cart, get down, and inspect it. His eyes have been X-ed out in similar fashion, and various obscenities are painted on the sides of his horse. (What did the horse ever do?) Each stroke of red spray-paint seems to throb with the painter’s anger. There was vengeance in this gesture.
Nothing some soap and water can’t fix. You grab your bucket and sponge the paint away, as per protocol. The water runs red from between the fingers of your sponge-hand and pools at Jackson’s feet. You leave him to dry in the sun: there’s a lot more park left to cover.  
In the southeast section, you pick up the remains of a picnic left beneath a chasteberry tree.
In the southwest section, you pause at the edge of the pond to watch a heron fish.
In the northwest section, you come across a statue in the middle of a clearing. At the feet of the nameless Texas Ranger blooms a crop of American flags and red-white-and-blue pinwheels. A Beanie Baby rests in the crook of his arm as he reaches for his Walker Colt. You stand for a moment, watching the pinwheels turn and the flags flutter in the breeze. Pride and patriotism bubble up from the ground in this place.
After quickly glancing around, you gather up the items and place them in the back of the cart, as per protocol. The tiny yellow blooms they had hidden peep through the grass. The flags and pinwheels are still in good condition, and it seems a waste to throw them out. You consider donating them to the local daycare.
You spend a little more time on your rounds, picking up the odd bit of trash, as well as a sticker-covered Hydroflask for the lost-and-found. You take a short break at the northern edge of the park. Rolling hills stretch before you, the paintbox dripples and brushstrokes of summer wildflowers breaking up the waving expanse of green. Some rumors had been going around about expanding the park, and you imagine bronze soldiers and marble missionaries gazing at the hazy blue mountains beyond.
The last stop on your rounds is the front gate, which you unlock and push creakingly open before returning to your cart. You unpack a sack breakfast and a thermos of coffee. The wind pushes flocks of fattened clouds across the blue field of the sky, and you watch them for a while, your eyes watering slightly from the intensity of the color.
A slight rustling to your left draws your attention. You take another drink of coffee, then get up from your seat to investigate.
In the middle of a stand of trees, a man in shorts and a gray hiking jacket kneels at the base of a statue of Jefferson Davis. He’s taking a charcoal rubbing of the nameplate at the base. After a moment, he gets up and waves to you. “Are you the groundskeeper here?” he asks.
“Yep, that’s me,” you reply.
“I just wanted to thank you for what you’re doing,” says the man. He’s fair-skinned, with big, guileless blue eyes and a full, neatly trimmed brown beard. “Like, preserving all this stuff? That’s important. I mean, I’m no Confederate or anything but… this is history.”
“It sure is,” you reply. The man turns around and puts his hands on his hips to survey the grove.
“This is a good place,” he continues. “Lotta nature here. You know, I read on the Internet somewhere that it takes 40,000 years for a bronze statue to break down.”
“Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm.” He turns to face you, then glances back over his shoulder and adds, “’Let us cross over the river and rest in the shade of the trees.’”
You do not respond.
The man gives you a cheerful wave and starts to leave. You get closer to the statue and look at it for a little while. Your eyes are at the same level as Davis’s. The man has left his charcoal stick at the base, and you consider throwing it away as you pick it up.
Instead, you call after the man, “Hey, you forgot your charcoal,” and he thanks you as he takes it back.
You sit down at the base of the largest tree and linger for a while in the shade.
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jammerslayer · 1 year
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The queers get the best most beautiful and heartbreaking standalone episodes. Long, Long Time in The Lasts of Us. San Junípero in Black Mirror. Thanksgiving in Master of None. A Life in the Day in The Magicians.
Stop making me cry! Ok I take it back, please don't stop.
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whereiwander · 1 year
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MISSION SAN CARLOS BORROMEO DEL RIO CARMELO, CARMEL, CALIFORNIA, USA (December 25, 2022) Christmas this year found me at the mouth of the Carmel Valley, in one of the most authentically restored Catholic mission churches in California. Founded in 1770 by Spanish Franciscan priest, explorer and colonist, Saint Junípero Serra, the mission is named for Carlo Borromeo, Archbishop of Milan, Italy, and was the site of the first Christian confirmation in Alta California. I was here maybe in the late 2000s with my niece Selene, but because we had arrived at dusk, the basilica was no longer open and we had time only for snaps at the courtyard. This year though, I was happy to have attended Christmas Mass with my sister Monique and her two sons Chris and Gab. There is much to see here--the spacious courtyard with its inviting fountain and a statue of the beloved saint; the basilica itself, its dissimilar bell towers, and its magnificent retablo; the museum, sanctuary, and cenotaph. I ought to come back.
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Este benditero es una copia de los que había en las misiones de fray Junípero en el siglo XVIII.
"Siempre hacia adelante nunca hacia atrás" lema de nuestro
hermano que entregó su vida por la evangelización.
¡Ruega por nosotros!
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edouardlermite · 3 hours
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✧. c'est une mémoire, exactement la même chose .✧ . 02 . 06 . 24 .
Numa cafeteria que fica à sombra da última torre da université, um homem de olhos castanhos e barba desgrenhada, achatado entre os odores das flores e dos pães, humildemente busca trégua como quem busca um sonho. O dia, arraigado a múltiplas leis secretas dos astros, vai deslocando e fundindo as sombras no antigo recinto; do lado de fora estão as ruas de pedra assentadas sobre segredos, uma praça atulhada de oliveiras e juníperos e algum rastro da zoada universitária no barro negro onde começam as estradas da instituição. O homem fotografa e sonha, invisível…
A toada das horas o desperta do devaneio. Nas terras de des moines o som dos sinos já é um dos costumes do fim da tarde, mas o homem viu, quando jovem, o rosto de agnew, o horror e o medo, o torpe pesadelo da memória que lhe domina todos os dias desde então ao escutar as muitas badaladas do sino às seis da tarde. Após o crepúsculo, a cada vibração metálica, mais uma vez será atormentado pelas imagens do que aconteceu naquele passado imutável, restando-lhe ao fim da toada o desejo de não mais estar ali ante aquele fio de sombra fria que emana do châteaux, que se ergue perante as pedras do chão, tornando-se cada vez maior, maior até que o medo daquele passado assombrado que persegue o homem todos os dias ao cair da estrela e que só retorna aos adros mais obscuros de alguma parte inacessível de sua cabeça ao despertar da aurora; o mundo seria um pouco mais garrido quando o burburinho das manhãs espantasse, mais uma vez, as criaturas que vivem à sombra daquela torre de pedra, não fosse a carta em seu bolso que agora trazia a escuridão absoluta para todas as horas do dia de édouard, não mais precisaria temer o som dos sinos,  aquelas palavras garantiriam o eclipse perpétuo da luz e o reinado permanente do bestiário das sombras durante as horas do dia, agora quem está perdido nas frestas do escuro é o homem silencioso e desgrenhado que vagueia pelas ruas antigas de moines com uma câmera antiga nas mãos.
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gamboagarcia · 5 days
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Gracias de antemano por sus comentarios Pide Seguridad Vial buscar vías alternas por demolición en Paseo Triunfo de la República A partir de las 9:00 horas de mañana sábado 14 de mayo y durante 15 días, estará cerrada la calle Valle de Juárez, entre Fray Junípero Serra en la intersección con Paseo Triunfo de la República, para continuar con los ajustes de los trabajos de la ruta BRT-II. Ciudad Juárez, Chih .- Lo anterior se da para concluir con la demolición... Sigue leyendo: https://www.adiario.mx/estado/juarez/pide-seguridad-vial-buscar-vias-alternas-por-demolicion-en-paseo-triunfo-de-la-republica/?feed_id=159221&_unique_id=6663c489c1baa
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silvestromedia · 3 months
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When the Holy Family Appeared Between the U.S. and Mexico to Save the Life of a Saint
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