Miedo y asco

Se van. Me entero por Trashi, amplío aquí y después acudo a las News de Google para seguir leyendo que ayer se pegó un tiro Hunter S. Thompson, en su casa, con 67 años.

It was in the heat of deadline that gonzo journalism was born while he was writing a story about the Kentucky Derby for Scanlan-s magazine, he recounted years later in an interview in Playboy magazine. «I-d blown my mind, couldn-t work,» he told Playboy. «So finally I just started jerking pages out of my notebook and numbering them and sending them to the printer. I was sure it was the last article I was ever going to do for anybody.» Instead, he said, the story drew raves and he was inundated with letters and phone calls from people calling it «a breakthrough in journalism,» an experience he likened to «falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool of mermaids.» (New York Times). Última hora: Hoy no hay El Último Baile en directo en Radio Carcoma porque Óscar Palmer no puede acudir a lo que he anunciado antes sobre American Splendor, así que voy a saltar del banquillo y a contar… no sé… En la FNAC Callao, a las 19:00 h. No obstante, voy a grabar la charla y a montar un El Último Baile el lunes que viene con lo que saque de aquí y algunas de las declaraciones de la entrevista que le hice a Pekar.