26
Apr

Amanda Palmer in Köln: you’re on the door, minus one

Begoña Martínez

Yesterday I went to a rock concert on my own for the first time in my life. In another country. In the middle of nowhere.

23
Aug

Spanking new notebook (om…)

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I don’t know if you’re worried, my dear readers, but my holidays this year do not include holidays from writing. Actually, I’m writing so much I’ve just finished a notebook I started last month. There’s a post for patrons only and tell you too in a bit about what I’m working on. I hope you like it…

25
Jul

No more swearing in English?

Begoña Martínez

Somebody makes a pseudo-stupid joke at my son Quique in the street —something I’ll never understand. Pablo looks at me with his best “what the hell just happened, did you get it?” and our telepathy fails for a moment, and I have to make do with expressing my thoughts with words, and in front of

09
Jun

What if I had a year to live?

Begoña Martínez

On Tuesday my Interpreting students at University brought to class, as practice material, an interview with the star of Breaking Bad. The text contained the question: What would you do if you had a year to live? It was funny, at the time, to think that it’s just one year since Benita, my German mom, left

02
Jun

I had to see Van Gogh with my own fingers —painting at MOMA, New York

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Pictures above by Natalie Hope, Calgary, Alberta. I had to see Van Gogh with my own fingers. Viendo a Van Gogh (completo) from Begoña Martínez on Vimeo. I’ll update this with more pictures from other people. 🙂

15
Dec

Presentación de Porno Feminista en Barcelona

Begoña Martínez

¡Ya queda menos! Esta tarde, en Barcelona (Librería Malpaso, 19:00h) se presenta el libro que traduje el año pasado, Porno feminista, las políticas de producir placer. Es la típica cosa que llevo un año queriendo publicar aquí, hablando largo y tendido de ello, pero de momento no ha podido ser. Por redes sociales me temo

25
Jul

No more swearing in English?

Begoña Martínez

Somebody makes a pseudo-stupid joke at my son Quique in the street —something I’ll never understand. Pablo looks at me with his best “what the hell just happened, did you get it?” and our telepathy fails for a moment, and I have to make do with expressing my thoughts with words, and in front of

27
Jun

Visiting Stonewall Inn, in twenty-sixteen

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As you know, I went to New York recently. My first goal was to see Starry Night, by Van Gogh, and my second goal to visit The Stonewall Inn, a legendary place. The spot where all the LGBTIQ+… etc. liberation movement started. Willow came too, you can see her looking happy in this pic:   Willow deserves her own

09
Jun

Scruples

Begoña Martínez

“Scruple” derives from scrupŭlus, small stone. If you get a stone in your shoe, you’ll be uncomfortable. Today scruples make you hesitate when confronted with a moral choice.

11
Mar

Machete

Begoña Martínez

Translation (WIP) of the Amanda Palmer song in memory of my German mom, Benita —the Anthony Martignetti of my life. She died last year.