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I will never forget the first time I went shopping by myself, so I must have only 6 or 7 years. Crouched behind the counter, I waited my turn, and without even greeting just said: "A loaf of bread," and let my money. On the other side was Jesus who had known all her life, but never alone, of course. Jesus would laugh until my shyness always, saying: "Richard", then "uuuu" because it seems small when I called I answered with something inaudible that it should sound like. But it was a friendly type, and was part of the neighborhood. Jesus's Bakery, a place long, half baked, and the other half for commercial trials failed all of them (Bakery, pastries, and even shoe). The last time I went there, had something of a parlor. The other half, it always seemed doomed to failure, is closed and bolted.

were the neighborhood stores were the tissue, the substance, the meeting place, where they developed focal points of life. There are no longer the small shops, mysterious way to call one of those shops that were said grocery stores and selling anything, a bit like the Chinese today, but here, ours, Mr. Ramon, who had a gorgeous daughter, the who married the soldier who was sent to Rota. For this, Mr. Ramon. And Jesus, the son of a firefighter. Young was more modern and stationery Gamo, well stocked, store stuff exciting colors, where you had to go buy those things in class that sent me terrified: rotring, compasses, protractors, set squares. I loved the smell of the shop, its light, the treatment was always crowded. Today There is a dentist.

My neighborhood has had reasonable luck. Many smaller shops still survive at the time, resisting the invasions of Asia, the mysterious booths that look older, from another era, even before mine. There are shoes Lopez incredible that continue to exist, such as mattresses León, local disaster and dirty, or Begoña, the dime store clothes that my mother has regular customers. A shop is another that smells like another era, with all these boxes, these windows crammed ... Stores are

neighborhoods. Mine, like all new districts, stillborn, only bloom banks, pharmacies and Chinese, all cold stores and hollow, distant. Mercadona only seems to exert a meeting place, but leaves no room for talk or for knowledge, and looks like a very fertile soil to grow flowers one day they feel the pangs of nostalgia that I feel while I write these lines.

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I will never forget the first time I went shopping by myself, so I must have only 6 or 7 years. Crouched behind the counter, I waited my turn, and without even greeting just said: "A loaf of bread," and let my money. On the other side was Jesus who had known all her life, but never alone, of course. Jesus would laugh until my shyness always, saying: "Richard", then "uuuu" because it seems small when I called I answered with something inaudible that it should sound like. But it was a friendly type, and was part of the neighborhood. Jesus's Bakery, a place long, half baked, and the other half for commercial trials failed all of them (Bakery, pastries, and even shoe). The last time I went there, had something of a parlor. The other half, it always seemed doomed to failure, is closed and bolted.

were the neighborhood stores were the tissue, the substance, the meeting place, where they developed focal points of life. There are no longer the small shops, mysterious way to call one of those shops that were said grocery stores and selling anything, a bit like the Chinese today, but here, ours, Mr. Ramon, who had a gorgeous daughter, the who married the soldier who was sent to Rota. For this, Mr. Ramon. And Jesus, the son of a firefighter. Young was more modern and stationery Gamo, well stocked, store stuff exciting colors, where you had to go buy those things in class that sent me terrified: rotring, compasses, protractors, set squares. I loved the smell of the shop, its light, the treatment was always crowded. Today There is a dentist.

My neighborhood has had reasonable luck. Many smaller shops still survive at the time, resisting the invasions of Asia, the mysterious booths that look older, from another era, even before mine. There are shoes Lopez incredible that continue to exist, such as mattresses León, local disaster and dirty, or Begoña, the dime store clothes that my mother has regular customers. A shop is another that smells like another era, with all these boxes, these windows crammed ... Stores are

neighborhoods. Mine, like all new districts, stillborn, only bloom banks, pharmacies and Chinese, all cold stores and hollow, distant. Mercadona only seems to exert a meeting place, but leaves no room for talk or for knowledge, and looks like a very fertile soil to grow flowers one day they feel the pangs of nostalgia that I feel while I write these lines.

Richi

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The time born by imitation ago a couple of years. No fixed targets without a plan of action or coherent. Over time, the utility was as a place to be putting these ideas often spontaneous experiences insignificant to those seeking more far-reaching connections, but also a place for those things that always I have hovered at that to know what it was they needed to be written here in the cloud. JL said that sometimes had the feeling like you have to write something that at some point you've encountered or thought. We must occur more or less the entire world, with different uses. JL, this is your site, simply send the text.

But there's a catch. I also wanted to time this blog was an access to that part which is not shown, on one side if you want more intimate. Proof of this is that some of my closest friends are unaware of its existence, my sainted wife took time to meet you. Having hearing, however, this book leaves half. That will happens to it, and probably most of all blogs out there. There is a constraint imposed in the first place, the manner "literary" you put your text, the fact that the brain is between instinct and hands. Tonight

absurd detail I finished drawing a line between certain details of my life absurd to conclude something bitter or negative about my character. Mentally I started writing this post telling that "revisiting" of certain fundamental aspects about myself. But here I am talking about the fact escribieno write and not what I thought. I also decided to avoid narcissistic introspection, save me this negative review is not that when you write to become true, as you can in the time to read it again and convince me that is true, in the hope that what is not written is not true.

S.

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The time born by imitation ago a couple of years. No fixed targets without a plan of action or coherent. Over time, the utility was as a place to be putting these ideas often spontaneous experiences insignificant to those seeking more far-reaching connections, but also a place for those things that always I have hovered at that to know what it was they needed to be written here in the cloud. JL said that sometimes had the feeling like you have to write something that at some point you've encountered or thought. We must occur more or less the entire world, with different uses. JL, this is your site, simply send the text.

But there's a catch. I also wanted to time this blog was an access to that part which is not shown, on one side if you want more intimate. Proof of this is that some of my closest friends are unaware of its existence, my sainted wife took time to meet you. Having hearing, however, this book leaves half. That will happens to it, and probably most of all blogs out there. There is a constraint imposed in the first place, the manner "literary" you put your text, the fact that the brain is between instinct and hands. Tonight

absurd detail I finished drawing a line between certain details of my life absurd to conclude something bitter or negative about my character. Mentally I started writing this post telling that "revisiting" of certain fundamental aspects about myself. But here I am talking about the fact escribieno write and not what I thought. I also decided to avoid narcissistic introspection, save me this negative review is not that when you write to become true, as you can in the time to read it again and convince me that is true, in the hope that what is not written is not true.

S.

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I've had in my math group games at school. I'm no expert in early childhood education or psychology, but she lives in a different world. Play with us, but fades quickly, I have to animate it, it ends up rolling the dice and I move their file. When you have to enter numbers or something, she takes his paper with drawings and doodles. Write Hebrew letters that appear very similar, as if repeating the same motif over and over again. The first day he took a tantrum because not play the game she wanted. He was crying all the time, lying on the floor, until he gave a kick to a child. Has very low threshold for frustration, as their teacher with elegance.

Paste. Last year was worse, was the little terror in its class. This year is more moderate, but has its genius. The arrival of other even more marginal elements she has left in the background. I was expecting a violent girl, and I've come across a small way, in a world apart. She is very affectionate with me and hugs me when I see, from the day we saw her in a park and we were fooling around, being silly. Children love to see adults play the fool. After a while wondering where were his parents, are, well away from the park with some friends, some beer. His mother is skeletal, the father always has a red face, with the unmistakable traces of excess, decadence. Who knows what this child has seen.

A. is an ordinary boy, peaceful, very quiet, but nice guy. He is a friend of my son, as above, but is at the opposite end. The mother is lovely, from France, nice, funny at some point. Not surprisingly, H. he is invited to his big birthday party. But they will not come, because their religion prevents it. Adventists or something. They are against the birthday of happiness on Earth, all that will separate its purity in the relationship with God or something. In class, we celebrate the birthday of H. with parents present, and we jellies, potatoes, worms, a 40-minute mini festival with music. A. expect in the class next deal. Her face looked a moment at the door to see how the party went to him is prohibited.

And so goes the world. Receive and transmit not only our genes, but our fears, our prejudices, our vision, our hatreds. Life, I read somewhere, is a sexually transmitted disease. Children are a blank slate with little leeway. We want to lead them the right way, avoid tripping, not realizing that they need and getting it wrong and hurt. Or from the beginning are condemned to fight more than anyone to dance on a wire over the precipice.

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I've had in my math group games at school. I'm no expert in early childhood education or psychology, but she lives in a different world. Play with us, but fades quickly, I have to animate it, it ends up rolling the dice and I move their file. When you have to enter numbers or something, she takes his paper with drawings and doodles. Write Hebrew letters that appear very similar, as if repeating the same motif over and over again. The first day he took a tantrum because not play the game she wanted. He was crying all the time, lying on the floor, until he gave a kick to a child. Has very low threshold for frustration, as their teacher with elegance.

Paste. Last year was worse, was the little terror in its class. This year is more moderate, but has its genius. The arrival of other even more marginal elements she has left in the background. I was expecting a violent girl, and I've come across a small way, in a world apart. She is very affectionate with me and hugs me when I see, from the day we saw her in a park and we were fooling around, being silly. Children love to see adults play the fool. After a while wondering where were his parents, are, well away from the park with some friends, some beer. His mother is skeletal, the father always has a red face, with the unmistakable traces of excess, decadence. Who knows what this child has seen.

A. is an ordinary boy, peaceful, very quiet, but nice guy. He is a friend of my son, as above, but is at the opposite end. The mother is lovely, from France, nice, funny at some point. Not surprisingly, H. he is invited to his big birthday party. But they will not come, because their religion prevents it. Adventists or something. They are against the birthday of happiness on Earth, all that will separate its purity in the relationship with God or something. In class, we celebrate the birthday of H. with parents present, and we jellies, potatoes, worms, a 40-minute mini festival with music. A. expect in the class next deal. Her face looked a moment at the door to see how the party went to him is prohibited.

And so goes the world. Receive and transmit not only our genes, but our fears, our prejudices, our vision, our hatreds. Life, I read somewhere, is a sexually transmitted disease. Children are a blank slate with little leeway. We want to lead them the right way, avoid tripping, not realizing that they need and getting it wrong and hurt. Or from the beginning are condemned to fight more than anyone to dance on a wire over the precipice.

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In a recent course on decision making, teamwork, conflict, communication, all that happened which caused me were very impressed. The teacher wants to do a show about something that we later learned is called "active listening." Asks a student to tell what made the previous day. Then, as she starts talking, she ostensibly begins to look down, to play with the pen. At the end, he asks what your guinea pig has feelings as he made his narrative. The student does not know what to say, the preofesora explains that he has not been paying attention, and then goes on to explain how a person is actively listening.

I'm not talking here today of the disease of not listening, not really listen, fully understanding the positions and desentrañanado other's feelings. It is a very common virus (what you're telling a person who breaks their mental worlds most inopportune moments.) We hear without listening, we look without seeing, going at full speed, there is little real world beyond our reach. Fortunately, many people who read this blog it seems that so far have been immunized against this virus, but everybody can happen for reasonable cause.

What to me has attracted the attention of the experiment that I have told you before is that the person speaking has barely noticed the reaction of his words. And another issue is that this is less known. I speak of those people who do not observe the listeners, which are impervious to the reactions that his words may cause, do not read the sometimes transparent nonverbal language. To them, your boredom, urgency, fatigue, discomfort, annoyance or offense has no effect. Maybe it's clumsy, self-absorption myopia, insensitivity, ignorance, making them immune to the unmistakable messages they receive. It is a gift of gratitude, as well as the listening, the ability to interpret the effect that causes your audience and moderate, alter, shorten, lengthen or even eliminate the speech you're giving. Fortunately, too, many of my readers also have this gift.

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In a recent course on decision making, teamwork, conflict, communication, all that happened which caused me were very impressed. The teacher wants to do a show about something that we later learned is called "active listening." Asks a student to tell what made the previous day. Then, as she starts talking, she ostensibly begins to look down, to play with the pen. At the end, he asks what your guinea pig has feelings as he made his narrative. The student does not know what to say, the preofesora explains that he has not been paying attention, and then goes on to explain how a person is actively listening.

I'm not talking here today of the disease of not listening, not really listen, fully understanding the positions and desentrañanado other's feelings. It is a very common virus (what you're telling a person who breaks their mental worlds most inopportune moments.) We hear without listening, we look without seeing, going at full speed, there is little real world beyond our reach. Fortunately, many people who read this blog it seems that so far have been immunized against this virus, but everybody can happen for reasonable cause.

What to me has attracted the attention of the experiment that I have told you before is that the person speaking has barely noticed the reaction of his words. And another issue is that this is less known. I speak of those people who do not observe the listeners, which are impervious to the reactions that his words may cause, do not read the sometimes transparent nonverbal language. To them, your boredom, urgency, fatigue, discomfort, annoyance or offense has no effect. Maybe it's clumsy, self-absorption myopia, insensitivity, ignorance, making them immune to the unmistakable messages they receive. It is a gift of gratitude, as well as the listening, the ability to interpret the effect that causes your audience and moderate, alter, shorten, lengthen or even eliminate the speech you're giving. Fortunately, too, many of my readers also have this gift.

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hospital is a public, shared room, the right to privacy of the patient, take your disease, which sometimes feels as shameful and humiliating, in a hidden and private, is not very important, is the first to depart when it enters into consideration the mass or budgets. Sano even accompanied, are deducted. The old man goes, it looks as ever head down bone injury. He is dressed like many elderly of that era, in a suit and tie, but very humble, not detract from the sense of disarray that transmits, and these costumes, these shoes are touching incident grid memories of a proud humility, a man who knows his place in the world and carries his head high.

His wife, more alert, more active, with little eyes still sizzling the same energy that had to take the clock to pull the car from a family with 4 or 5 children, is the patient. Usually occur in marriages that time this division of roles: the Women are the lung, the decision maker, the sap, the man, timid and taciturn, is the trunk in which everyone is caught.

What makes me tremble with excitement even as I remember, what drives me to be writing this, is when she is, indicates a hollow on his bed, and says, "How are you, handsome?" Sit " . I may remove that term as modern a woman as old: the man accepts the adjective with apparent indifference and sits down, kissing her forehead. She tells him about his health, while resting his hand on his leg. Love at this point is something as unbreakable. I begin to fantasize about this story of love of years, until I realize what is happening.

The man is scared, the petrified by fear. Has not exceeded the terror that has produced a sudden heart attack, hospitalization hasty. And although she is well, and soon return home, followed by altering their own presence in the hospital and the prospect of being alone, without the lung that has always been shining its existence as gray as sublime, and has remained in his head White perhaps forever. She knows, and increases his love and familiarity, even in front of strangers, with a naturalness that confuses a couple of those years, only to comfort, to ensure that you will follow him, that all goes well, that will continue a little further adorable old man his life, his marriage and is stronger than everything that can happen.

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His wife, more alert, more active, with little eyes still sizzling the same energy that had to take the clock to pull the car from a family with 4 or 5 children, is the patient. Usually occur in marriages that time this division of roles: the Women are the lung, the decision maker, the sap, the man, timid and taciturn, is the trunk in which everyone is caught.

What makes me tremble with excitement even as I remember, what drives me to be writing this, is when she is, indicates a hollow on his bed, and says, "How are you, handsome?" Sit " . I may remove that term as modern a woman as old: the man accepts the adjective with apparent indifference and sits down, kissing her forehead. She tells him about his health, while resting his hand on his leg. Love at this point is something as unbreakable. I begin to fantasize about this story of love of years, until I realize what is happening.

The man is scared, the petrified by fear. Has not exceeded the terror that has produced a sudden heart attack, hospitalization hasty. And although she is well, and soon return home, followed by altering their own presence in the hospital and the prospect of being alone, without the lung that has always been shining its existence as gray as sublime, and has remained in his head White perhaps forever. She knows, and increases his love and familiarity, even in front of strangers, with a naturalness that confuses a couple of those years, only to comfort, to ensure that you will follow him, that all goes well, that will continue a little further adorable old man his life, his marriage and is stronger than everything that can happen.

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I have a naturally provoked resistance to believe that the decor of your car, your house, the clothes you wear, how you carry your notebooks decorated with stickers, your bag, and all those things are incidental but necessary extension of personality, or even part of them. While I firmly believe that the face is the mirror of the soul for which you know look, I think the rest are things you can learn or imitate, may be influenced by your companies or magazines, or what is available in shops, and, if they talk about personality, do so only as an indicator of workability, strength or weakness of personality, or even the need for recognition. But something as dependent on whether or not to buy can not be real indication of anything important.

Earth do they do this come from? A mobile music. This morning he has come to a mobile companion. For the character of this person, I expected some classical music or a tone of those impersonal and monotonous that come with the phone (like a server). But he has sounded a loud electronic music or hard, and I was with the word in the mouth. Is it an indication that this woman has more life inside of which might be expected, and its seriousness and attention to shapes, and sometimes, their severity in treatment is only a wall or façade, and his true personality is leaking through the crack hidden a ringtone?. Will have to pay more attention to these details that I did not think, to see if you are cracks that are sometimes so glaring and hides the true personality of individuals.

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I have a naturally provoked resistance to believe that the decor of your car, your house, the clothes you wear, how you carry your notebooks decorated with stickers, your bag, and all those things are incidental but necessary extension of personality, or even part of them. While I firmly believe that the face is the mirror of the soul for which you know look, I think the rest are things you can learn or imitate, may be influenced by your companies or magazines, or what is available in shops, and, if they talk about personality, do so only as an indicator of workability, strength or weakness of personality, or even the need for recognition. But something as dependent on whether or not to buy can not be real indication of anything important.

Earth do they do this come from? A mobile music. This morning he has come to a mobile companion. For the character of this person, I expected some classical music or a tone of those impersonal and monotonous that come with the phone (like a server). But he has sounded a loud electronic music or hard, and I was with the word in the mouth. Is it an indication that this woman has more life inside of which might be expected, and its seriousness and attention to shapes, and sometimes, their severity in treatment is only a wall or façade, and his true personality is leaking through the crack hidden a ringtone?. Will have to pay more attention to these details that I did not think, to see if you are cracks that are sometimes so glaring and hides the true personality of individuals.

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I just finished a couple of novels latter one of two contemporary American writers who come back from time to time. Until I Find You by John Irving, and Brooklyn Follies Paul Auster. These two are part of a generation authors focused on the American northeast, with very different worlds, but with a common touch. Both novels seem to me as emblematic or gathered from the personal worlds of both artists, and both cause me a good feeling going into the house of someone you know, to return to a beloved place and see that everything is exactly as you left .

John Irving has written a novel that I find many parallels with The World According to Garp, his most famous work. With plenty of autobiographical references, contains many very familiar narrative elements in it: a dysfunctional family, the disappearance of a father figure, the constant weight and secretive past experiences of childhood, that past issues unresolved, which will continue to always be there, and that will come out of a sudden, abrupt onset and absurd death. But Irving's tone is far from tragic or sentimental. He is a writer who loves the eccentricity, humor and sarcasm, but has a knack for, in his monumental novel, find a room for tenderness. I do not remember having cried so much reading a book as difficult A woman and several of the characters in this novel are reflected in Until I Find You.

Paul Auster continues to turn in Brooklyn Follies, with some of the issues he was passionate, chance and destination as the most important of them. The random, absurd, manslaughter, as a mechanism that rotates and move their lives. The characters are usually stuffed to the shocks of life lead them to different places. There are more issues here that are very common in his work: the lure of the abyss and fall, family relationships, starting again when it seems that it is not possible, the search for identity and of space itself. A novel optimistic, good sense, that is, not everything goes well because the world is wonderful, but, considering how brutal it can be the life and fate, people overlap.

Both writers like me, talk about issues I'm interested (the parent-child relationships are very important in both, and now for reasons we all know are priorities), and do so without verbiage, clearly, no modern author fumes.

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I just finished a couple of novels latter one of two contemporary American writers who come back from time to time. Until I Find You by John Irving, and Brooklyn Follies Paul Auster. These two are part of a generation authors focused on the American northeast, with very different worlds, but with a common touch. Both novels seem to me as emblematic or gathered from the personal worlds of both artists, and both cause me a good feeling going into the house of someone you know, to return to a beloved place and see that everything is exactly as you left .

John Irving has written a novel that I find many parallels with The World According to Garp, his most famous work. With plenty of autobiographical references, contains many very familiar narrative elements in it: a dysfunctional family, the disappearance of a father figure, the constant weight and secretive past experiences of childhood, that past issues unresolved, which will continue to always be there, and that will come out of a sudden, abrupt onset and absurd death. But Irving's tone is far from tragic or sentimental. He is a writer who loves the eccentricity, humor and sarcasm, but has a knack for, in his monumental novel, find a room for tenderness. I do not remember having cried so much reading a book as difficult A woman and several of the characters in this novel are reflected in Until I Find You.

Paul Auster continues to turn in Brooklyn Follies, with some of the issues he was passionate, chance and destination as the most important of them. The random, absurd, manslaughter, as a mechanism that rotates and move their lives. The characters are usually stuffed to the shocks of life lead them to different places. There are more issues here that are very common in his work: the lure of the abyss and fall, family relationships, starting again when it seems that it is not possible, the search for identity and of space itself. A novel optimistic, good sense, that is, not everything goes well because the world is wonderful, but, considering how brutal it can be the life and fate, people overlap.

Both writers like me, talk about issues I'm interested (the parent-child relationships are very important in both, and now for reasons we all know are priorities), and do so without verbiage, clearly, no modern author fumes.

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Auster Irving and I have you no longer fear, LM

A dual-key switch Simon 31. Neither more nor less. Any other model, the electrician told me, and tease the electrical, burning building, you leave without electricity AENA and all aircraft will crash inevitably. The apocalypse according to Simon 31.

because I was forced to face my greatest enemy, the brown beast, the Leroy Merlin. Store DIY experts, where they learned the many beings who know how to trim, they certainly know what a strip, which is the best brand of drills, where he has applied the matte painting, cabinets installed and removed, and chases are plugged. There I am the last of the mortals, and they know it. All books, all your knowledge on macroeconomics, subatomic physics, the FRBR, there are worth. There are values \u200b\u200bthat distinguish between the firing of 15 or 7, the key to this or that way, the heel of 8 or 6. Terminology attack you with fascinating, subversive (an Allen wrench to pronounce well, so: "AYEN." Pure and simple subversion), with captivating forms (pipes in the form of insinuating elbows). My self-defense makes me a child: lame small pieces and play with them, I press the buttons of the switches, open the drawers of furniture, I take a subway and I measure things.

Just one second after speaking with one dependent, and discover in their eyes you know I'm not an insider, he is speaking with a "muggle" in harrypotteriana terminology. But that day, myth collapsed, did not have that kind of switch (light switch, for the Gentiles), not working. I ask for something that is too much for you, LM. You have overcome, now I that seems superior. My research

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Best of Bricoma, finally, are boxes of screws, all sizes and finishes, which woke me child (not take much to wake up), and buried my hands with joy as screw, which I removed and I dropped like a pirate treasure. Well, that got my special switch. Now it is installed. I'll tell you

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Auster Irving and I have you no longer fear, LM

A dual-key switch Simon 31. Neither more nor less. Any other model, the electrician told me, and tease the electrical, burning building, you leave without electricity AENA and all aircraft will crash inevitably. The apocalypse according to Simon 31.

because I was forced to face my greatest enemy, the brown beast, the Leroy Merlin. Store DIY experts, where they learned the many beings who know how to trim, they certainly know what a strip, which is the best brand of drills, where he has applied the matte painting, cabinets installed and removed, and chases are plugged. There I am the last of the mortals, and they know it. All books, all your knowledge on macroeconomics, subatomic physics, the FRBR, there are worth. There are values \u200b\u200bthat distinguish between the firing of 15 or 7, the key to this or that way, the heel of 8 or 6. Terminology attack you with fascinating, subversive (an Allen wrench to pronounce well, so: "AYEN." Pure and simple subversion), with captivating forms (pipes in the form of insinuating elbows). My self-defense makes me a child: lame small pieces and play with them, I press the buttons of the switches, open the drawers of furniture, I take a subway and I measure things.

Just one second after speaking with one dependent, and discover in their eyes you know I'm not an insider, he is speaking with a "muggle" in harrypotteriana terminology. But that day, myth collapsed, did not have that kind of switch (light switch, for the Gentiles), not working. I ask for something that is too much for you, LM. You have overcome, now I that seems superior. My research

Bricoma routed me, a DIY store playing with the trick of being more "professional" LM. And they have this aspect: ship is a great no-frills, like an acoustic album. Then I realized that the LM is all a facade, a store very initiates. Bricoma intended to feel more understood, is disguised as a warehouse, but they sure are true professionals somewhere more spartan.

Best of Bricoma, finally, are boxes of screws, all sizes and finishes, which woke me child (not take much to wake up), and buried my hands with joy as screw, which I removed and I dropped like a pirate treasure. Well, that got my special switch. Now it is installed. I'll tell you

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Then I turn to go on vacation, this time to a lost village in the north of Soria, looking cool and silence, although the latter should let me find the children at home, which would give me little pain, much like the field .

To say goodbye, I'm going to stick this little letters of the planets that had long since I hit a letter from this group. It is from his latest album, I'm now in the process of listening and finish up my mind whether I like the new direction taken. Already decided to throw themselves fully and without the flamenqueo complex, but not leave without psychedelic guitars. Amazing. This is called the vane, and J sings with such a La Bien Querida. The lyrics are cute, as less:

haunt my street, my street
haunt haunt my street, and a small high street haunt my
resembles the high rising sun

the smallest moon looks like the smallest
resembles Moon January

so changeable, if I am the weathervane, so changeable,
if I am the weathervane, you're the air

china painter, my lover is cartujano
china painter, paint me pink bowls

so I want, paint pails, and so I want
, paint color of the sky basins

the vane, the air does not move
the vane, the air does not move, The remains still

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The vane

Then I turn to go on vacation, this time to a lost village in the north of Soria, looking cool and silence, although the latter should let me find the children at home, which would give me little pain, much like the field .

To say goodbye, I'm going to stick this little letters of the planets that had long since I hit a letter from this group. It is from his latest album, I'm now in the process of listening and finish up my mind whether I like the new direction taken. Already decided to throw themselves fully and without the flamenqueo complex, but not leave without psychedelic guitars. Amazing. This is called the vane, and J sings with such a La Bien Querida. The lyrics are cute, as less:

haunt my street, my street
haunt haunt my street, and a small high street haunt my
resembles the high rising sun

the smallest moon looks like the smallest
resembles Moon January

so changeable, if I am the weathervane, so changeable,
if I am the weathervane, you're the air

china painter, my lover is cartujano
china painter, paint me pink bowls

so I want, paint pails, and so I want
, paint color of the sky basins

the vane, the air does not move
the vane, the air does not move, The remains still

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Hello again. What I will tell you today is worthy of one of these programs everyday something geek (frikidiana life, we might say), that both are carried on TV now. You can see this man in the tunnel that connects the district of El Pozo to the industrial area of \u200b\u200bthe Town of Vallecas. (Camino del Pozo del Tio Raimundo)

is a very narrow tunnel in which to regulate the passage in both directions at the traffic light so that when it turns green, crosses with the uncertainty that you meet a car oncoming and you miss your light. I put a photo of Street View.



the other side of the tunnel, pictured covered by the truck, sits very often (I've seen all day, hot or cold), a guy with crutches, in the corner, on a stone, hand indicates that you can spend, because cars from the other direction have already been arrested at his lights and no risk.

The times I have had to be the first in this light, I've always appreciated a gesture his "service" which makes him very happy. Returns the salute and feel very stiff, to expect the next change of lights. It is a middle-aged gentleman on crutches, probably permanently low or something.

I've always been wanting to know their history, why you pass the idle hours there, watching passing cars. Of course, the theory that most times I tell myself is that he lost mobility in her legs at this junction to skip the traffic lights (which they do quite a few cars that come in a great hurry), and atones for his sins by preventing it from happening again.

In the unlikely event that you pass by this remote site, which you touch to be first, and it is this "hero" anonymous, Thank him for the details of his work probably futile, to feel happy again.

I Forgot The Combination To My Samsonite

Man

Hello again. What I will tell you today is worthy of one of these programs everyday something geek (frikidiana life, we might say), that both are carried on TV now. You can see this man in the tunnel that connects the district of El Pozo to the industrial area of \u200b\u200bthe Town of Vallecas. (Camino del Pozo del Tio Raimundo)

is a very narrow tunnel in which to regulate the passage in both directions at the traffic light so that when it turns green, crosses with the uncertainty that you meet a car oncoming and you miss your light. I put a photo of Street View.



the other side of the tunnel, pictured covered by the truck, sits very often (I've seen all day, hot or cold), a guy with crutches, in the corner, on a stone, hand indicates that you can spend, because cars from the other direction have already been arrested at his lights and no risk.

The times I have had to be the first in this light, I've always appreciated a gesture his "service" which makes him very happy. Returns the salute and feel very stiff, to expect the next change of lights. It is a middle-aged gentleman on crutches, probably permanently low or something.

I've always been wanting to know their history, why you pass the idle hours there, watching passing cars. Of course, the theory that most times I tell myself is that he lost mobility in her legs at this junction to skip the traffic lights (which they do quite a few cars that come in a great hurry), and atones for his sins by preventing it from happening again.

In the unlikely event that you pass by this remote site, which you touch to be first, and it is this "hero" anonymous, Thank him for the details of his work probably futile, to feel happy again.

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tunnel Graduation

was climbing a handmade bench, get the teacher a medal made of corrugated cardboard, a cap, and down the other side. In tests everything was perfect. But I knew that my baby was going to happen fatal, with all those parents watching. What was I going before her fatal. There was, sitting among peers, seeing up, so calm, but when called collapsed. They have had to take on wings, put their decorations, and lower it. From my seat I have open arms, little by little, looking askance at professors, and continuing to mourn and put their fingers in their mouths, I have been moved closer, until with a small little run, I have been thrown into the arms. He clearly felt my heart become a croissant. That

moving and how hard it is being reflected in the children. Especially when you know exactly what you are going and what he is about to happen. With twice the age that Anne is now, I went to school for the first time. In the first week I ran away twice. As we stood in line at the entrance we were doing, I took down and started running with all my strength until I got home. My first year was torture inexplicable. But what terrified me most were the parties. For Christmas I ran away again, between the music from the speakers and garlands. Not the fastest of class managed to get me. Crossing roads (My God, roads, few cars then passed thankfully!), And called home. My mother had recognized my footsteps on the stairs. How comforting, how placid and what felt immense sadness and loneliness!. Something I saw today in this small, timid, trembling creature.

But it has its good side. You know that will change by force, as I changed, at least on the outside, at least pretend and learn to enjoy moments of society. And as a parent, you feel flattered and privileged, for you are of the few to see Anne of truth. In the privacy of home, are one of the few to receive the blessing of his tremendous risa, de su carcajada incontenible y contagiosa. Eres de los elegidos que conoce el tono suave de su vocecita, y de sus pequeñas frases. Solo a ti se te ofrecen esos exquisitos bombones, solo a ti te regala sus tesoros. Sientes recaer sobre ti, cuando al fin te localiza con la mirada, su amor desesperado, y todo en su cuadrado mundo recobra entonces el sentido. Es una responsabilidad muy grande ser Dios y razón de su existencia. Es un trabajo duro y exigente, que no admite treguas ni paradas.


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P.D. Me voy de vacaciones, compañeros. Dejo para la vuelta la continuación del post anterior. Un beso a todos

Outdoor Santa Claus Plastic

tunnel Graduation

was climbing a handmade bench, get the teacher a medal made of corrugated cardboard, a cap, and down the other side. In tests everything was perfect. But I knew that my baby was going to happen fatal, with all those parents watching. What was I going before her fatal. There was, sitting among peers, seeing up, so calm, but when called collapsed. They have had to take on wings, put their decorations, and lower it. From my seat I have open arms, little by little, looking askance at professors, and continuing to mourn and put their fingers in their mouths, I have been moved closer, until with a small little run, I have been thrown into the arms. He clearly felt my heart become a croissant. That

moving and how hard it is being reflected in the children. Especially when you know exactly what you are going and what he is about to happen. With twice the age that Anne is now, I went to school for the first time. In the first week I ran away twice. As we stood in line at the entrance we were doing, I took down and started running with all my strength until I got home. My first year was torture inexplicable. But what terrified me most were the parties. For Christmas I ran away again, between the music from the speakers and garlands. Not the fastest of class managed to get me. Crossing roads (My God, roads, few cars then passed thankfully!), And called home. My mother had recognized my footsteps on the stairs. How comforting, how placid and what felt immense sadness and loneliness!. Something I saw today in this small, timid, trembling creature.

But it has its good side. You know that will change by force, as I changed, at least on the outside, at least pretend and learn to enjoy moments of society. And as a parent, you feel flattered and privileged, for you are of the few to see Anne of truth. In the privacy of home, are one of the few to receive the blessing of his tremendous risa, de su carcajada incontenible y contagiosa. Eres de los elegidos que conoce el tono suave de su vocecita, y de sus pequeñas frases. Solo a ti se te ofrecen esos exquisitos bombones, solo a ti te regala sus tesoros. Sientes recaer sobre ti, cuando al fin te localiza con la mirada, su amor desesperado, y todo en su cuadrado mundo recobra entonces el sentido. Es una responsabilidad muy grande ser Dios y razón de su existencia. Es un trabajo duro y exigente, que no admite treguas ni paradas.


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P.D. Me voy de vacaciones, compañeros. Dejo para la vuelta la continuación del post anterior. Un beso a todos

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The lazy, liars and selfish (I)

Recomiendo arduamente la lectura de libros de ciencia. No pseudociencia, or global conspiracies, science only informative, but established, appropriate to the level that everyone has. Of the theme that seems to you: physics, mathematics, meteorology, biology. It is absorbing reading, which requires concentration, but in return offers the serenity of the natural sciences, the distance on relativizing that gives you daily-world problems, and in some cases, a point of view very productive quasi-philosophical.

Determined to fill some gaps in genetics, bought The Selfish Gene, Richard Dawkins, not knowing who was buying a fundamental and highly controversial book about evolutionary biology, a classic novel whose point of view on the mechanisms of natural selection meant a paradigm shift in the way of understanding Darwinian evolution. I was with my shortcomings in genetics, but I had a great time.

Of the many fundamental ideas of this book, the first is that, for Dawkins, the basic unit of evolution is not the species (one individual does something that is good for the species) or group (an individual does something that is good for the species), but the individual (an individual does something that is good for him). Obviously, everything is done in a non-conscious. If the individual has features that are favorable, he will succeed in reproducing and prosper. But an individual's traits or behaviors based on what is encoded in their genes, which are the true basic unit on which natural selection acts. At first, everything was loose genes (DNA molecules, to be exact), but gradually came to cooperate and grouped such that, selfishly, such cooperation was good for them. So they built the sophisticated machines we superivencia you and me. Dawkins goes on to say that the concept of individual may be a convention, and that you and I are a community of organisms more or less developed, which act so together that it is impossible to differentiate.

(continued)

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The lazy, liars and selfish (I)

Recomiendo arduamente la lectura de libros de ciencia. No pseudociencia, or global conspiracies, science only informative, but established, appropriate to the level that everyone has. Of the theme that seems to you: physics, mathematics, meteorology, biology. It is absorbing reading, which requires concentration, but in return offers the serenity of the natural sciences, the distance on relativizing that gives you daily-world problems, and in some cases, a point of view very productive quasi-philosophical.

Determined to fill some gaps in genetics, bought The Selfish Gene, Richard Dawkins, not knowing who was buying a fundamental and highly controversial book about evolutionary biology, a classic novel whose point of view on the mechanisms of natural selection meant a paradigm shift in the way of understanding Darwinian evolution. I was with my shortcomings in genetics, but I had a great time.

Of the many fundamental ideas of this book, the first is that, for Dawkins, the basic unit of evolution is not the species (one individual does something that is good for the species) or group (an individual does something that is good for the species), but the individual (an individual does something that is good for him). Obviously, everything is done in a non-conscious. If the individual has features that are favorable, he will succeed in reproducing and prosper. But an individual's traits or behaviors based on what is encoded in their genes, which are the true basic unit on which natural selection acts. At first, everything was loose genes (DNA molecules, to be exact), but gradually came to cooperate and grouped such that, selfishly, such cooperation was good for them. So they built the sophisticated machines we superivencia you and me. Dawkins goes on to say that the concept of individual may be a convention, and that you and I are a community of organisms more or less developed, which act so together that it is impossible to differentiate.

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Collegiate Church Lenten Solemn Triduum

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This Wednesday we will proceed to transfer the Most Holy Christ of Mercy San Agustin Flores

To mark the Lenten Worship in honor of the Holy Christ of Mercy, the Holy Image of Our Brotherhood leave Holder (Dm.) this Wednesday March 10 Insigne his chapel in the Collegiate Church.

The transfer will begin at 20 am and run along the platform of the Collegiate Church, Plaza de la Encarnación, San Anton, Plaza Mayor, Carrera, San Agustin, Plaza de Santa Rita and San Agustin Temple, where he will preside at the altar of worship to Sunday, December 14.

All those brothers who wish to carry the image of our Lord must be in the Collegiate Church fifteen minutes before the departure of the procession.

Birthing Simulation Games

This Wednesday we will proceed to transfer the Most Holy Christ of Mercy San Agustin Flores

To mark the Lenten Worship in honor of the Holy Christ of Mercy, the Holy Image of Our Brotherhood leave Holder (Dm.) this Wednesday March 10 Insigne his chapel in the Collegiate Church.

The transfer will begin at 20 am and run along the platform of the Collegiate Church, Plaza de la Encarnación, San Anton, Plaza Mayor, Carrera, San Agustin, Plaza de Santa Rita and San Agustin Temple, where he will preside at the altar of worship to Sunday, December 14.

All those brothers who wish to carry the image of our Lord must be in the Collegiate Church fifteen minutes before the departure of the procession.

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Donation

As every year, our Guild is preparing to make the procession the next Ash Wednesday and is now traditional that the brothers involved in the expense of the floral adorns the passing of our Holy Image Consultant.

If you want to collaborate just your income into the account the Brotherhood maintains Caja Rural or hand it to culaquier member of the Governing Board.

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Donation

As every year, our Guild is preparing to make the procession the next Ash Wednesday and is now traditional that the brothers involved in the expense of the floral adorns the passing of our Holy Image Consultant.

If you want to collaborate just your income into the account the Brotherhood maintains Caja Rural or hand it to culaquier member of the Governing Board.