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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.

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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)