The Global Orgasm
Arrival Christmas used to send a message to a lot of people with typical seasonal wishes and end of the year and blah, blah, blah ... Now I am very lazy do-well that after walking the streets these days I've noticed that the holiday season only adds to unimaginable limits of Quito imbecility (let alone the rest of the world because I have not been there) I do not think any good any message of love and peace. So attached that I was one of those stupid chain-nor will forward to anyone, and I hope you enjoy these days. Better a mouthful of love ...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Caterpillar Turning Into A Butterfly Saying
promised gift ... Who is Franklin
... 
And now I find this: global orgasm. Well, I must clarify that I found out now. Last year a friend told me of the 2008-version has been since 2006 - and frankly I think it did not work ... The date and time coincided with the FIFA Club World Cup final in Japan -21 December, as this year, and I spent glued to the TV, biting my fingernails and suffering. I felt no good universal energy or anything because we lost, damn EBRA damn Van der Sar, Wayne Rooney damn. While I realized that the only thing that keeps us a step down from Manchester United is a lot of million dollars and a golsito, I received positive vibes from all the orgasms of people around the world enjoyed while I was suffering .. . And certainly not snow-white players.
, Anela and Steve Schweitzer, the couple who conceived all this, suggest that the energy generated by orgasm, consciously dedicated to peace (and social and gender justice and global warming ... ) can positively affect a change in the energy field of the Earth. According to them, high concentrations of orgasmic energy, coupled with positive visualization can help reduce overall levels of violence, hatred and fear ... Sounds relatively coherent and to subtle but ... Is it possible? It's like the dream I had is there such a thing capable of massive and instantly crazy people? That of thinking about world peace while searching one of these little deaths I think a turn-off
... but hey, who told me they would do so after how it went.
Once, about 5 or 10 years, I know, I dreamed I had a planetary alignment or something, which was that all the planets are very close to Earth. Then I went to see the sky at night and you could see all full of stars, as in Hollywood films of science fiction. There was clearly Jupiter, there were plenty of stars, galaxies were far away, which, up again, spinning slowly like space station in Kubrick's film, "the vast Moon, Mars, Saturn with its rings. It was spectacular and, in some way evil. That kind of cosmic beauty caused the hysteria because many people believed the world would end ... After that dream into his head to me the question of whether there was ever a natural phenomenon, an event anyone who is capable of causing madness just by looking or the mere fact that exists or happens. The people running, crazy, I do not know whether for better or for worse. It should not be madness caused by fear of an apocalypse, but something else, something less gloomy ... Something like what the guy says on the floor in
video of Radiohead's Just 
And now I find this: global orgasm. Well, I must clarify that I found out now. Last year a friend told me of the 2008-version has been since 2006 - and frankly I think it did not work ... The date and time coincided with the FIFA Club World Cup final in Japan -21 December, as this year, and I spent glued to the TV, biting my fingernails and suffering. I felt no good universal energy or anything because we lost, damn EBRA damn Van der Sar, Wayne Rooney damn. While I realized that the only thing that keeps us a step down from Manchester United is a lot of million dollars and a golsito, I received positive vibes from all the orgasms of people around the world enjoyed while I was suffering .. . And certainly not snow-white players. Well, I'm digressing. In its website
... but hey, who told me they would do so after how it went.
The proposed date is Monday, December 21 , 2009, at 17h47 GMT (12h47 hour from Quito). The good news is that chances are it is not only at that time, although the initial idea was that all orgasms exploded in unison ... now give you the opportunity to do so within 24 hours that follow at the appointed time. I guess, more orgasms during this time, more peace in the world, less global warming and more justice for all ... It's a good excuse ... Cuéntensela your friends ... Saturday, December 12, 2009
Did Myammee Get Boob Job
Creations to celebrate Christmas but with fimo
I give the reference is "The Polymer Clay Techniques Book" by Sue Heas has basic explanations and numerous ideas.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Hacks For Poptropica Credits
Ramirez?
This is a post I wanted to write long. Today, just today, deserves more than ever because I was finally able to confirm who it is. The first time I heard his name was my brother's face when I told him that he had told his friend. It was their school days and had gone somewhere, I do not remember if it was a party, a rock, some kind of sporting event, a concert, a carnival (surely you remember )...- Emo itself and Villegas asked "Did you come to Franklin Ramirez?" what the Emo
replied "I am with my brother" This is a post I wanted to write long. Today, just today, deserves more than ever because I was finally able to confirm who it is. The first time I heard his name was my brother's face when I told him that he had told his friend. It was their school days and had gone somewhere, I do not remember if it was a party, a rock, some kind of sporting event, a concert, a carnival (surely you remember )...- Emo itself and Villegas asked "Did you come to Franklin Ramirez?" what the Emo
Villegas said "Your brother is the Franklin Ramirez?"
never understood why he said that if you knew me, or at least I think so. Bill had seen me in the schoolyard. After we joked about that and that is why I never forgot the name. But hey, an isolated ... until one day ...
never understood why he said that if you knew me, or at least I think so. Bill had seen me in the schoolyard. After we joked about that and that is why I never forgot the name. But hey, an isolated ... until one day ...
A guy in a rock came up and told me
"What else, Franklin" . It felt a bit strange to see on my face because ovbiamente, I was not Franklin Ramírez. The moment was more uncomfortable for him than for me, though left me puzzled as to this person that I was mistaken. The greatest proof of our night was like the Fridays, when sitiesuchos would like that. A guy you think he did know-prosopagnosia by-passed me and stopped short to greet very warmly. Well, not so much because who really greeted, he said, was to Franklin Ramírez. A little further and embraces me thinking it was someone else. I greeted him at the beginning because I knew him, but I had to tell him he was wrong. 
"Are not you the Franklin Ramirez?"
asked, to which I replied no. "Are not you the Franklin Ramirez?" "No, dude, they're the Franklin Ramírez"
, he said, and could not hide my smile because I know who I am. I had to really convince you that I'm not that person ... 
Over the years there were more references to this Franklin Ramírez and I told the story to friends who, coincidentally, also knew and agreed that if we are similar. Once, at the Festival, leafing through a newspaper, I came to the obituaries and read her name in one. Franklin died Ramírez. I told the story to Chris, sitting behind me. She knows everybody and reassured me that there has to be that the Franklin Ramirez who died because, seeing it, I do look a little real Franklin Ramírez ... Another day, a little after that, in Ocho y Medio, the Viqui, who also knew the story, "she said a guy walked by and told me " He is the Franklin Ramírez ". The Cris corroborated. I saw him and, frankly, not so much I felt like we say, but it was a familiar face, maybe the U.S. or maybe we were running for the same circle, similar places. For some reason I did not trust too much on what I said ... until today. Among some goals of the Champions, Emo gave his usual non-stop zapping the channels as I'm really interested me. Passed by the state channel a second and then moved to the next, but it was enough to see though, the truth, I never got to be sure it was him because his face is not as much as I had recorded his name ... I noticed also that not much resemblance. I asked him to back channel because there was Franklin Ramírez. In an interview with Xavier Lasso, was talking about something I did not pay no attention, I was just hoping to leave his name in the character generator. It was not necessary. The same driver program and said his name was enough to make sure. Now the question is will that he would confuse me? Do you ever have approached one of those people that I have been at some point and I have told some "Hello Alejo" ? Do any of my friends, seeing him from afar, I have thought that I have noticed though that not having him closer? Do any of these love letters I arrived anonymous short seasons will be over in his hands because of our similar ? seems, I seem to many people. From Charly Garcia and Fito Paez, through Franklin Ramirez, to the brother of many girls I know. But no, it is not. It is they who are like me ... I am the original. 
I Give You the real Franklin Ramírez ...
Friday, December 4, 2009
Free Pokemon Crystal.jar Dowload
I continued to practice a bit with the fimo, using a book I have made these animals ...
Monday, November 23, 2009
Vitamin C Cervix Position
You're God ... you're the most from
I went to his concert on Saturday (November 21, 2009, at the coliseum General Rumñahui of Quito). It is the third time I see him there, on stage, repeating the things I said life from his records. It's something I had given up ... I did not expect to see him again, at least not here. I thought that maybe at some hypothetical and unlikely-trip to Argentina could see him play again at some bar, in a disk, in a plaza ... anywhere ... Now, with the nearby excitement of attending a concert as brutal as on Saturday, Sir, and pray for a little inspiration to talk a little every time he came here, when I saw it and when not vi, when he sang and when not, when I was young and when it was the greatest rock star of the continent. Much Charly García.
And then ... Say no more... 
1986, La Chorrera 
peace, a great version of
Friday 3 a.m.
. 
Already caused die ... Then, before the widespread pleasure, touched
Too bad my memory is so bad ... I remember that I enjoyed so much, but I do not remember what he played. Doing a terrible job I can mention more of the issues I mentioned, these others: 
. This time it was as good as last time, but like many people then complained that his party was not very good because it did not touch any of Soda (as in the concert García del 86, advertised as the radio as if to touch Soda issues only). Dunces. First, the show was great, with the degree electronics fair in its pop not bastardized. Second, he played
Having lost hope that Charly want to return to Ecuador, then to accompany him to the distance in the recovery of the last collapse Emo told me that he announced a concert yours here. I just returned from the non-
revolution
05.
Chipi-Chipi 06.
Fanky
I went to his concert on Saturday (November 21, 2009, at the coliseum General Rumñahui of Quito). It is the third time I see him there, on stage, repeating the things I said life from his records. It's something I had given up ... I did not expect to see him again, at least not here. I thought that maybe at some hypothetical and unlikely-trip to Argentina could see him play again at some bar, in a disk, in a plaza ... anywhere ...
And then ... Say no more...
No puedo hablar mucho de esto porque esa vez no lo fui a ver. Debo aceptar que ni siquiera me enteré que venía -además que en ese tiempo, mi fuerte eran los boleros, los tangos y todo lo que tocara la Sonora Matancera-. He escuchado cosas de ese día, como que algún imbécil del público le lanzó un botellazo, según dicen porque sólo toco un tema de Sui Generis cuando los típicos sonzos de la radio promocionaban el evento casi como si fuera un concierto de Sui Generis... (ya sabemos lo buenos que pueden ser los botellazos contra los artistas, como el latazo de cerveza que le lanzaron when it came to Bunbury Heroes del Silencio. According to attendees, enraged left the stage while the band was playing ... and when he returned, he sang with strength and power that it had before the release). Anyway, according to my research, some of the issues that played that night were: I'm not a stranger ,
Ant Rap
, Promises on bidet,
Looking for a symbol peace, a great version of
Do not you spare a dime?
, 
not let me out
, Friday 3 a.m.
, Scratch 
stones, Adela cheap sneakers 
.
2002, Agora de la Casa de la Cultura Ecuatoriana
The April 13, 2002 will remain etched in the minds of rock fans as one of the purest concert ever in the Ecuador, if not the purest. A García 7 years younger than today, with 7 years less drugs and alcohol and 7 years of voice announced his presence in Ecuador and the fans start counting the days and times for the arrival of the show. I remember I went to line up with the Emo from one in the afternoon and there were people. There were many people ... that day could have done in the Coliseum and it would have been hopelessly. The police arrived around 4 pm and could not do anything to control the crowd that was pressed against the doors. That was really a concert by Charly García, began very late, people were drunk from the same queue, there was a bed on stage, lucky the person owning the bed ... Charly appeared dressed as Sherlock Holmes, even with pipe, jumping on one foot like Angus Young, singing
About
revolution to the general madness. Tribulations, cry and fall of a foolish king imaginary or not
of Sui Generis. But at such technicians connect the computers came up and almost left us deaf to all victims of a murderer feedback. Obviously the poor Garcia also felt the brunt of the noise, threw the keyboard and left. And so, between technical interruptions, failure of sound and the typical ups and downs of a Charly García damped increasingly shaky, but completely inspired, the concert lasted more than three hours. To the end, many people had already left, musicians showed what it's about endurance Charly "Maria Gabriela Epumer between them (you amamoooooos) - and we were exhausted.
pray for you, the hitherto unpublished
influence (if I'm not mistaken, played twice), Meeting with the devil
influence (if I'm not mistaken, played twice), Meeting with the devil , Passenger 
trance, 
Going from the bed to the living , We are sticking down , Demoliendo
hotels ... and one of the best times of my life: the Spawn embraced as Garcia played winter Confessions
, coreándola their lungs with tears in his eyes.
2002 Coliseo General Rumiñahui That December 27, 2002 will be kept forever as one of those days full of rock'n'roll and a demonstration of everything that can be Charly García . Well, start from the beginning: when I heard the news almost to I'm dying. He had already fulfilled my dream of seeing live García months ago, and suddenly they come and tell me that I would play again in Quito, the same year, up more accompanied by Fito Paez, Gustavo Cerati. It seemed that the gods were on my side. Since the day of the concert, preparations began early. It was a marathon day that began with a long queue outside the Colosseum. Once inside, the first to play Krucks were fairly well received by an audience that obviously did not go to see them ... Next came Aterciopelados. I have to say that I liked his show less than the Krucks. If it was not because they were in the lineup, I had never heard live. Indeed, even before that day, I had only heard a complete song from Aterciopelados ... Anyway, they sang, many people applauded them, chanted and danced to their songs and it went away. Time was Cerati.
Gustavo had already seen in 2000, when he came bringing his tour
Bocanada
Going from the bed to the living , We are sticking down , Demoliendo hotels ... and one of the best times of my life: the Spawn embraced as Garcia played winter Confessions
, coreándola their lungs with tears in his eyes.
2002 Coliseo General Rumiñahui That December 27, 2002 will be kept forever as one of those days full of rock'n'roll and a demonstration of everything that can be Charly García . Well, start from the beginning: when I heard the news almost to I'm dying. He had already fulfilled my dream of seeing live García months ago, and suddenly they come and tell me that I would play again in Quito, the same year, up more accompanied by Fito Paez, Gustavo Cerati. It seemed that the gods were on my side. Since the day of the concert, preparations began early. It was a marathon day that began with a long queue outside the Colosseum. Once inside, the first to play Krucks were fairly well received by an audience that obviously did not go to see them ... Next came Aterciopelados. I have to say that I liked his show less than the Krucks. If it was not because they were in the lineup, I had never heard live. Indeed, even before that day, I had only heard a complete song from Aterciopelados ... Anyway, they sang, many people applauded them, chanted and danced to their songs and it went away. Time was Cerati. Gustavo had already seen in 2000, when he came bringing his tour
Bocanada
. This time it was as good as last time, but like many people then complained that his party was not very good because it did not touch any of Soda (as in the concert García del 86, advertised as the radio as if to touch Soda issues only). Dunces. First, the show was great, with the degree electronics fair in its pop not bastardized. Second, he played Rite 
and Final black box ... and no fault which have not known songs Soda. Cerati's presence causes die on stage ... and causes the double when he plays and sings. Would be about an hour and half of his show and gave way to Paez. What a great concert was that-not as good as that of the House of Culture a few months before, but still, something spectacular. I remember how I jumped, how they sang, how I sweated, how I almost died when it ended because I was completely exhausted. I also agree that it was the first time I heard Back to me, "a new subject" which then appear in the blood
Nature ... die caused further. And then Charly García ... Some kind of curse seemed to chase the poor Charly. Until the end of the presentation of Paez, the sound was relatively good, in the good that can be in that arena, "but Garcia went on stage and something changed. I remember I was almost fainted and he appeared. I jumped as if driven by springs and prepared to enjoy the best songwriter in English, but could not because my ears just came noise, a shadow of
Love waits. Garcia, dressed in a robe of red bed, his face painted like a lady with giant headphones on his head, carrying also the curse of perfect pitch, could not stand the poor quality of the equipment or the apathy of the people who did not idea what the hell would be singing. The show lasted maybe two and a half songs. By then Garcia had already begun to end all amps that put him ahead, kicking the equipment and take it out on the keyboard. We were lucky after all: We saw Charly Garcia in his animal state, adjective with one of those nice words is in English, as unleashed or
berserk. Efforts were of no use to try Paez sound and fix the flaws. People were already angry with Garcia throwing bottles on stage drops and shampoo. There was even a guy who got on the drums and played a few seconds before one of the Rhodes tried out the hard way. The rest is well known. Poor Charlie spent the night in jail and we were eager to hear more.
Many people did not enjoy the concert of Garcia in 2002 in Quito. Is not Charly García We understand how or what their concerts ... understood nothing. Who expect to live something like a concert by another artist, I had no idea what to expect or know who is really Charly García.
2009, Coliseo General Rumiñahui
and Final black box ... and no fault which have not known songs Soda. Cerati's presence causes die on stage ... and causes the double when he plays and sings. Would be about an hour and half of his show and gave way to Paez. What a great concert was that-not as good as that of the House of Culture a few months before, but still, something spectacular. I remember how I jumped, how they sang, how I sweated, how I almost died when it ended because I was completely exhausted. I also agree that it was the first time I heard Back to me, "a new subject" which then appear in the blood Nature ... die caused further. And then Charly García ... Some kind of curse seemed to chase the poor Charly. Until the end of the presentation of Paez, the sound was relatively good, in the good that can be in that arena, "but Garcia went on stage and something changed. I remember I was almost fainted and he appeared. I jumped as if driven by springs and prepared to enjoy the best songwriter in English, but could not because my ears just came noise, a shadow of
Love waits. Garcia, dressed in a robe of red bed, his face painted like a lady with giant headphones on his head, carrying also the curse of perfect pitch, could not stand the poor quality of the equipment or the apathy of the people who did not idea what the hell would be singing. The show lasted maybe two and a half songs. By then Garcia had already begun to end all amps that put him ahead, kicking the equipment and take it out on the keyboard. We were lucky after all: We saw Charly Garcia in his animal state, adjective with one of those nice words is in English, as unleashed or
berserk. Efforts were of no use to try Paez sound and fix the flaws. People were already angry with Garcia throwing bottles on stage drops and shampoo. There was even a guy who got on the drums and played a few seconds before one of the Rhodes tried out the hard way. The rest is well known. Poor Charlie spent the night in jail and we were eager to hear more.
Many people did not enjoy the concert of Garcia in 2002 in Quito. Is not Charly García We understand how or what their concerts ... understood nothing. Who expect to live something like a concert by another artist, I had no idea what to expect or know who is really Charly García.
2009, Coliseo General Rumiñahui
Having lost hope that Charly want to return to Ecuador, then to accompany him to the distance in the recovery of the last collapse Emo told me that he announced a concert yours here. I just returned from the non-
Bunbury concert Sígsig -púdranse, damn Grasshopper-Club members and went to investigate on the Internet. If the Rolling Stone said it, I believed them. Again, the opportunity of seeing the person, touching for me. The concert was last Saturday (November 21) and obviously I attended. There were so many people, was badly chosen location. The Agora have been better but Raphael was singing there ... Just over half the tickets sold, there was one in court where they were about 10 people ... bad organization, but hey, it started. What distinguished this concert above was the presence of the fans identified with T-shirts, bracelets say no more, flags, and something in the environment. Most people knew that we would see a Charly recovered but that it would prevent recovery be the same as the past shows. Then she felt a sort of conspiracy pro Charly, we were willing to forgive its flaws and does not require it to its own limit. People sing his songs from before, was dying to see him and, if possible, to hug, offer encouragement, to feel their idol will recover fully and we are all with him. Of course I also had the typical novelero and we were who we were to enjoy a lot of rock.
The concert began with a Charly very sane, centered, with little voice but with a stronger voice than before entering in recovery, with many extra pounds and a really powerful band: black García López on guitar, the Von Zorrito Quintiero on keyboards, Hayashida Kiuge in the other guitar, Carlos Gonzalez on bass, drummer Toño Silva Peña ( the last 3 of The Prostitution) and Hilda Lizarazu essential choirs. The grand piano was inhabited by Garcia himself, who did not play any more guitar and sang without instruments, dancing and moving around the stage in some songs. While he looked a bit robotic at times, trying to get used to the big belly that now accompanies him, has not lost that presence of the past. More or less George Foreman in his last fights. What it lacked was more communication with people, as that was the first time I saw him. Now as it is limited to singing, he speaks little but says a lot ... with that it feels like to be here, free. further that the songs I have said everything for many years. 
waaaaay more things I could say the concert, but I think I've written too much in this post and no one will read it if I continue. I will just say that I'm sore and hoarse after all that jumped, sang and cried. I enjoyed ... I love rock and roll ... 
The set-list:
01. Love waits
02. Rap exile
The set-list: 01. Love waits
02. Rap exile
03. I am no stranger
04. About
04. About
revolution
05.
Chipi-Chipi
Fanky
07. Do not you dare to take off (via death) 08. demolishing hotels 09. Promises of bidet 10. Adela in the carrousel 11. I pray for you 12. Moving from bed to living 13. Song 2 x 3 14. We are hitting bottom (mortal sin) 15. Influence 16. Crying in the mirror 17. Passing into a trance 18. Rare new hairstyles 19. I feel much better 20. Your vice
21. Looking for a peace symbol
21. Looking for a peace symbol
22. (I'm green) I let out
23. I will not train
23. I will not train
--- 24. You should know why 25. Speaking to your heart ---
26. Rock and roll I Finally, in the list of issues that were musicians, there were four songs: Do not touch , not be called love ,
Dinosaurs and
Collective Unconscious. But Garcia was already cast. When he came to the last encore in Rock and roll I promised to be the last because I could not more. Never mind, I know we gave all he could give us that night. Its 58 years behind him is enough for someone who has had a hectic life. But I still think that if someone gives you a little alcohol or cheerleading, achieved its transformation into rock and roll machine that was until recently. After all, it was he who invented the profession to be a rock star.
26. Rock and roll I Finally, in the list of issues that were musicians, there were four songs: Do not touch , not be called love , Dinosaurs and
Collective Unconscious. But Garcia was already cast. When he came to the last encore in Rock and roll I promised to be the last because I could not more. Never mind, I know we gave all he could give us that night. Its 58 years behind him is enough for someone who has had a hectic life. But I still think that if someone gives you a little alcohol or cheerleading, achieved its transformation into rock and roll machine that was until recently. After all, it was he who invented the profession to be a rock star.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Christian Youth Mottos
forgetfulness
Oops, I confused ... it was a great red herring . Collins says that SAR forgetfulness is the same as distraction, failure, neglect, error. And mine is all that too.
Oops, I confused ... it was a great red herring . Collins says that SAR forgetfulness is the same as distraction, failure, neglect, error. And mine is all that too.
I do not know how many weeks I can go on tiptoe through life, how I can lose the beat and keep singing for free, how I look without seeing, how to listen inside, but it is clear that I can and it is clear that I do not feel well. Nothing serious, however. I continue and remain. And I am happy to meet you here, now that I realize my forgetfulness ... this is complicated.
Feelings of guilt and / or of repentance emotions seem unnecessary and I think the best time is today. And I need a future, that the past was and the countless variations that may have been too heavy to move forward, with a crescent smile.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
How To Wire Cd Player In Boat
Let them prefer
Entering the clubhouse after the final game, with the overwhelming sadness in the soul, wearing the shirt of a hand in hand with a loser's medal in the neck and too many goals against. Comparison could not miss the football because life is playing and I want to keep playing ... It's just that damn time you realize that the work of the season went in the trash, all goals, all illusions, all the suffering, the comebacks, the moments of glory, ties at the last minute , the criminal detainees. The biggest game important is the end, just the party that lost ... say what type of team that lost the Super Bowl last year, I do not remember who they were, just know that the team lost to Manning- . Being second is not bad, is the runner up, second best ... the first of the losers. It is also in the damn time, same damn time that you realize that to be in the final next season, will have a better job of it ... and for that lack a full year in which maybe the luck was not with us or who knows if we leave out an injury or a bad referee. It is the ideal time to forget their of life because starting over is as difficult as losing again. football Allegory works perfectly for life, because the feeling is like when you lose a love or one of those illusions. The next morning you wake up not wanting to get up, his eyes red and with such a thirst that could take you all you cross bars ... And do not take away the thirst. It has happened many times, but try to learn self-defense techniques, I always found discovered at some point ... and you know, there is the logic I've heard and eight ... After relax a little, one often face this mountain to climb, just when we have won the wheelchair ... and worst of all is that this mountain is your own Golgotha. Obviously, no how. You feel the smallest thing in the world.
Entering the clubhouse after the final game, with the overwhelming sadness in the soul, wearing the shirt of a hand in hand with a loser's medal in the neck and too many goals against. Comparison could not miss the football because life is playing and I want to keep playing ... It's just that damn time you realize that the work of the season went in the trash, all goals, all illusions, all the suffering, the comebacks, the moments of glory, ties at the last minute , the criminal detainees. The biggest game important is the end, just the party that lost ... say what type of team that lost the Super Bowl last year, I do not remember who they were, just know that the team lost to Manning- . Being second is not bad, is the runner up, second best ... the first of the losers. It is also in the damn time, same damn time that you realize that to be in the final next season, will have a better job of it ... and for that lack a full year in which maybe the luck was not with us or who knows if we leave out an injury or a bad referee. It is the ideal time to forget their of life because starting over is as difficult as losing again. football Allegory works perfectly for life, because the feeling is like when you lose a love or one of those illusions. The next morning you wake up not wanting to get up, his eyes red and with such a thirst that could take you all you cross bars ... And do not take away the thirst. It has happened many times, but try to learn self-defense techniques, I always found discovered at some point ... and you know, there is the logic I've heard and eight ... After relax a little, one often face this mountain to climb, just when we have won the wheelchair ... and worst of all is that this mountain is your own Golgotha. Obviously, no how. You feel the smallest thing in the world.
Generally there are only two ways to go. L
one is to let time pass, though it says the song
time does not heal anything, time is not a doctor one is to let time pass, though it says the song
and
only heals you and no matter what
- but it often takes too much because no one can pass even a second to shorten the agony
. The other way is the old familiar nail out another nail, ready to mitigate the pain affected tip kissing, fondling and others, that power with the chosen installed as a t umor inoperable inside your head, distracting and abstracting while another nail slowly begins to loosen, the pain seems to wane and she seems to realize and promote the beginning of healing. course there have to be lucky. D sometimes you luck. The first to find the magical mark. The second to no other nail encounter unexpected desperately need and with the shield off. But most important is not to try to tie the feeling. We must let them go ... that's the most difficult to be learn. All nails saving the world may be coming our way if we are not free and liberate them, not make it and drag it us a good bit of life. After thousands of tries I got it ... let's see if you can put into practice. So do not worry about the boy in the picture. Will have salvation. Nothing in the world want him to suffer, because it's Andre, but hopefully they will encounter a lot of nails in his way, that is a long and, above all, doing better than me. I know that some time will find a woman who breaks your heart. Although it is something terrible and unbearable, I can not imagine life without it. But something tells me he will be the one breaking hearts. Okay, any time any of us had to win ...
And the girl ...
She'll be fine, I promise. Ever will be a nail ever will be another nail. They are always good.
- but it often takes too much because no one can pass even a second to shorten the agony
. The other way is the old familiar nail out another nail, ready to mitigate the pain affected tip kissing, fondling and others, that power with the chosen installed as a t umor inoperable inside your head, distracting and abstracting while another nail slowly begins to loosen, the pain seems to wane and she seems to realize and promote the beginning of healing. course there have to be lucky. D sometimes you luck. The first to find the magical mark. The second to no other nail encounter unexpected desperately need and with the shield off. But most important is not to try to tie the feeling. We must let them go ... that's the most difficult to be learn. All nails saving the world may be coming our way if we are not free and liberate them, not make it and drag it us a good bit of life. After thousands of tries I got it ... let's see if you can put into practice. So do not worry about the boy in the picture. Will have salvation. Nothing in the world want him to suffer, because it's Andre, but hopefully they will encounter a lot of nails in his way, that is a long and, above all, doing better than me. I know that some time will find a woman who breaks your heart. Although it is something terrible and unbearable, I can not imagine life without it. But something tells me he will be the one breaking hearts. Okay, any time any of us had to win ...
And the girl ...
She'll be fine, I promise. Ever will be a nail ever will be another nail. They are always good.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Pro And Cons Of Pentax K1000 Film
singing rock and roll where you should be quiet
(Concierto de Enrique Bunbury in Quito, Ecuador, part of the tour Hellville Tour, Thursday October 8, 2009, Agora de la Casa de la Cultura Ecuatoriana, 21.00 ... and not Bunbury-concert at Municipal Stadium on Saturday Sígsig October 10, 2009) I thought of writing a post like that of the previous concerts (
Sabina, Soda
(Concierto de Enrique Bunbury in Quito, Ecuador, part of the tour Hellville Tour, Thursday October 8, 2009, Agora de la Casa de la Cultura Ecuatoriana, 21.00 ... and not Bunbury-concert at Municipal Stadium on Saturday Sígsig October 10, 2009) I thought of writing a post like that of the previous concerts (
Sabina, Soda
,
Calamaro-not the
Calamaro-not the
Roger Hodgson -) when I was still vibrating eardrums volume guitars, but I felt very 
to not to do so. Kishi wait a bit until I felt it was time, but never felt, so as not to leave e qu time goes past, I stand in front of the computer and I write, without feeling in tune .. . because it may never be with this. suffice to say that was one of the best concerts life. All excellent preseason, love the new songs, the avidity to find setlists from past shows, the excitement of waiting ... until they're there, turn off the lights and everything will start. See a video on screen while playing A plateful
brain, of Messer Chups. The musicians are taking location, people start screaming and drums with bass, is joined by other instruments and the mythical " Good night, fuckers!
" is heard. Bunbury is ready to give us two hours of the best rock and roll ... You know,
if you want to make a couple of new bugs, ask local band
, or your band. The age a delusion, the music continues and you called me a coward for not estamparte a kiss on the mouth ... on one side
infi no, the other the sky
... I can not put into words everything, so maybe I am dedicated to rob Bunbury words ...
After that great start, everyone realizes that there are very few people. The Agora is full and we better defend
in the face to face in the melee and time to time ... Enrique takes very little time between songs, is a machine, a show, his guitar and hit load. I just
wait who knows me, I grope the next shelter and do not believe in happiness ads ... actually prefer to let the others have fun and enjoy themselves . Back a bit in time,
sure only wanted to show this insecurity that devours me ... Here, now, again, I'm back again to exceed the limit that I could bear, do not leave it alive . We continue with the Hellville de Luxe and what vam
piro of living I would take today to feed? We all have something to hide ... Or not. We all have something to say ... Or not. have to see ... dance, has the world in the palm of your hand nos tiene a nosotros. Y tiene la mejor voz que he escuchado en la vida. No es suficiente con cantar entonado, hay que sentir cada palabra, cada nota, y él lo sabe, él nos lo hace entender. Pensaba que lo sabía, pero no es hasta ese momento que puedo gritar ¡sácame de aquí! Hubo un momento en que pudimos decir que no, que lo sentimos... nos debimos confundir
...
De repente una sorpresa. No me esperé que toda la gente se pusiera euf
órica con este tema que nunca fue un hit para mí, pero bueno, no ando buscando grandeza, sólo esta tristeza quisiera curar ... Y otra sorpresa, la mejor de la vida, un tema que no estaba en los setlists anteriores and that it is a
hitazo for me but even she does not want you ... I recently (sic) very light without the girl's sad that I (sic) laugh. For those who were heroes to remind them it was time, but I did not go for that because I've always preferred a prolonged kiss even though I know that lies, even though he knows to be false. What the hell happens when eyes are not? Bends
then Alicia (Alicia ... not that that other either, but that tells you when and want
to
left you.) Well, Calstar me deeply and hurt me now ... said how nice it was to see us walk what are you going to do?
Intermediate arrived. Another video, this time full of horror movie lines of the 50 type B, a voice cries out You do not have to go to hell because you are in it. This is hell!. There need not remind me ... And the band out again, like a hurricane, such as Brazil 70, destructive and devastating and started playing my song. After all
solitaire am an explorer who lost the compass and map ... and my desires are not only abandoned nests ... Enrique
shows that the singer feels at home in any setting of the city . Well, all earned
a blow to the heart ... and if only a gesture, a wink, just a kiss, try it once , albeit in a different way to which we have always wanted. One of the most anticipated was the one that followed. I decided, for that matter, defense mechanism, caught as my soul is, with enough calm, be strong and face the truth as soon as possible
... What a dream come true to hear the handful of live songs, sung by the same voice that speaks from the records, from the unconscious, from the incomprehensible truth of this in what has become my life. And then, always talking between songs, always touching the soul, came the obligatory tribute to Mauricio Aznar and the people who did not fail to enjoy a moment. I know that nothing will happen but now I'm on the ropes ... I can not give you the heart, I lost my bid for rock and roll . And to close the first half, I'll start
today, today is the beginning of the end ... Loneliness is a place so empty without you. And he dismissed presented to Alvaro Suite, Jordi Mena, Robert Castellanos, Jorge and Ramon Rebenaque Gacias and went for a while ...
But again,
because he found love not looking so much ... because the debris and brought out to the muses ... and because left me wanting for you
(yeah, right ...) It's what life ... I did not think could be improved but improved, even though people do not let him speak (damn, I was wanting to know what was going to say Nacho). The second best album of my life took one of the essential issues. was good but was not the best and all, or almost everything, otherwise left because I prepared myself for forgetting. And at the end
... one of the most beautiful waltzes. Allow me to devote the last line ... so we can stay a lifetime, so if you leave me, do not want to leave
. And he turned to go and came back out, always dress different, with guitar in tune, with an audience that could not go. A respite for me, shouting from the sidelines the past, recalling that when he sought your mouth, the wind blew my kisses ... Well, now that
all is said, that everyone on your way
, Bunbury decided to get off the stage and mingle with those who love to sing, because I'm the one who, with his guitar singing spent whole nights, man crying guitar and the starlight . Can not believe how perfect can be the human voice. Toq willing to give me the grace ue-as so often-sounded those chords, that ripped and threw me another truth to the face, because I wake up singing always with the same penalties, with open wounds still unhealed . So that we ended, it again was again returned. Touched we do not like, but listen there is something else, another level ... Again missed your shot, always confronting and, ultimately, overcome by fear, fall to the ground and let you step . And we knew we could not last much longer but we all wanted to continue singing. So in the end only wrote on the tombstone: do not know how difficult to distinguish from the simple and now you're on my list of promises to forget ... Although, as always, I missed songs (he wanted to scream and stoy hooked on you, I will not deny, if I say I've taken, it is not true ... the evidence can not be hide, or we have the sea and a good fish to eat at your side and that is only if you come back, of course
, or
you, watering my garden one day of torrential rain, the best company for moods eg 
to not to do so. Kishi wait a bit until I felt it was time, but never felt, so as not to leave e qu time goes past, I stand in front of the computer and I write, without feeling in tune .. . because it may never be with this. suffice to say that was one of the best concerts life. All excellent preseason, love the new songs, the avidity to find setlists from past shows, the excitement of waiting ... until they're there, turn off the lights and everything will start. See a video on screen while playing A plateful brain, of Messer Chups. The musicians are taking location, people start screaming and drums with bass, is joined by other instruments and the mythical " Good night, fuckers!
" is heard. Bunbury is ready to give us two hours of the best rock and roll ... You know,
if you want to make a couple of new bugs, ask local band
, or your band. The age a delusion, the music continues and you called me a coward for not estamparte a kiss on the mouth ... on one side
infi no, the other the sky
... I can not put into words everything, so maybe I am dedicated to rob Bunbury words ...
After that great start, everyone realizes that there are very few people. The Agora is full and we better defend
in the face to face in the melee and time to time ... Enrique takes very little time between songs, is a machine, a show, his guitar and hit load. I just
wait who knows me, I grope the next shelter and do not believe in happiness ads ... actually prefer to let the others have fun and enjoy themselves . Back a bit in time, sure only wanted to show this insecurity that devours me ... Here, now, again, I'm back again to exceed the limit that I could bear, do not leave it alive . We continue with the Hellville de Luxe and what vam
piro of living I would take today to feed? We all have something to hide ... Or not. We all have something to say ... Or not. have to see ... dance, has the world in the palm of your hand nos tiene a nosotros. Y tiene la mejor voz que he escuchado en la vida. No es suficiente con cantar entonado, hay que sentir cada palabra, cada nota, y él lo sabe, él nos lo hace entender. Pensaba que lo sabía, pero no es hasta ese momento que puedo gritar ¡sácame de aquí! Hubo un momento en que pudimos decir que no, que lo sentimos... nos debimos confundir
...
De repente una sorpresa. No me esperé que toda la gente se pusiera euf
órica con este tema que nunca fue un hit para mí, pero bueno, no ando buscando grandeza, sólo esta tristeza quisiera curar ... Y otra sorpresa, la mejor de la vida, un tema que no estaba en los setlists anteriores and that it is a
hitazo for me but even she does not want you ... I recently (sic) very light without the girl's sad that I (sic) laugh. For those who were heroes to remind them it was time, but I did not go for that because I've always preferred a prolonged kiss even though I know that lies, even though he knows to be false. What the hell happens when eyes are not? Bends
then Alicia (Alicia ... not that that other either, but that tells you when and want
to
left you.) Well, Calstar me deeply and hurt me now ... said how nice it was to see us walk what are you going to do?
Intermediate arrived. Another video, this time full of horror movie lines of the 50 type B, a voice cries out You do not have to go to hell because you are in it. This is hell!. There need not remind me ... And the band out again, like a hurricane, such as Brazil 70, destructive and devastating and started playing my song. After all
solitaire am an explorer who lost the compass and map ... and my desires are not only abandoned nests ... Enrique
shows that the singer feels at home in any setting of the city . Well, all earned
a blow to the heart ... and if only a gesture, a wink, just a kiss, try it once , albeit in a different way to which we have always wanted. One of the most anticipated was the one that followed. I decided, for that matter, defense mechanism, caught as my soul is, with enough calm, be strong and face the truth as soon as possible
... What a dream come true to hear the handful of live songs, sung by the same voice that speaks from the records, from the unconscious, from the incomprehensible truth of this in what has become my life. And then, always talking between songs, always touching the soul, came the obligatory tribute to Mauricio Aznar and the people who did not fail to enjoy a moment. I know that nothing will happen but now I'm on the ropes ... I can not give you the heart, I lost my bid for rock and roll . And to close the first half, I'll start
today, today is the beginning of the end ... Loneliness is a place so empty without you. And he dismissed presented to Alvaro Suite, Jordi Mena, Robert Castellanos, Jorge and Ramon Rebenaque Gacias and went for a while ...
But again,
because he found love not looking so much ... because the debris and brought out to the muses ... and because left me wanting for you
(yeah, right ...) It's what life ... I did not think could be improved but improved, even though people do not let him speak (damn, I was wanting to know what was going to say Nacho). The second best album of my life took one of the essential issues. was good but was not the best and all, or almost everything, otherwise left because I prepared myself for forgetting. And at the end
... one of the most beautiful waltzes. Allow me to devote the last line ... so we can stay a lifetime, so if you leave me, do not want to leave
. And he turned to go and came back out, always dress different, with guitar in tune, with an audience that could not go. A respite for me, shouting from the sidelines the past, recalling that when he sought your mouth, the wind blew my kisses ... Well, now that
all is said, that everyone on your way
, Bunbury decided to get off the stage and mingle with those who love to sing, because I'm the one who, with his guitar singing spent whole nights, man crying guitar and the starlight . Can not believe how perfect can be the human voice. Toq willing to give me the grace ue-as so often-sounded those chords, that ripped and threw me another truth to the face, because I wake up singing always with the same penalties, with open wounds still unhealed . So that we ended, it again was again returned. Touched we do not like, but listen there is something else, another level ... Again missed your shot, always confronting and, ultimately, overcome by fear, fall to the ground and let you step . And we knew we could not last much longer but we all wanted to continue singing. So in the end only wrote on the tombstone: do not know how difficult to distinguish from the simple and now you're on my list of promises to forget ... Although, as always, I missed songs (he wanted to scream and stoy hooked on you, I will not deny, if I say I've taken, it is not true ... the evidence can not be hide, or we have the sea and a good fish to eat at your side and that is only if you come back, of course
, or
ligrosos 
or even higher but I can say I can not clearer ...) were more than satisfied. But we stayed with the show win in Sígsig, after odysseys, to have tickets, be there in line ... stupid club for grasshopper was very easy not to step up and stop the show for the next day. We could not stay. But vaio worth the trip and everything else too ...
or even higher but I can say I can not clearer ...) were more than satisfied. But we stayed with the show win in Sígsig, after odysseys, to have tickets, be there in line ... stupid club for grasshopper was very easy not to step up and stop the show for the next day. We could not stay. But vaio worth the trip and everything else too ... Wednesday, September 30, 2009
What Is Song Hp Commercialdec 2009
I have to think that I am now more
Sensations forgotten that, overnight, and are reborn as if they never left. Like a song you loved and who, almost without realizing it, you stopped listening and files in memory, but the vengeful return more hidden station and listen just when riding in a taxi. As the winning lottery ticket you bought when you've not bothered to check the results of that lot, patiently waiting at the bottom of a drawer and comes in the midst of moving, carrying his direct number to the National Lottery website and your heart stops as you want-no-saw match each digit. As the output with friends, just when you had no desire to get so annoyed but you finished them by clicking the table in the bar and looks that intersect with the prettiest girl in the place, who at the end of the night gives you her number to ask her out. As the return of the kitten you thought lost, but purring battered, bruised and starving, that caresses against your legs to try to heal his wounded heart, and yours, after nights of missing him. As the scent of a perfume of the past coming out of an old letter evil in the most opportune moment, the only time that you could sustain without relapse or mourn. As the favorite childhood game that, centuries later, your brother down and runs smoothly on Windows Vista. There are things that are learned and never forgotten. I am so glad that one of those things is, in my case, playing FIFA, the FIFA beautiful, much more than a computer game, was a highly competitive sport that we practiced with the Emo until the small hours, hard, screaming every goal as if we were in the stadium, on the court, sweating as if we were actually kicking the ball, like we Roberto Idas, H. Smaiter or Sergio Van Vasquero. And now that I have on my machine, I took this perfect portal to go back in time 15 years, leaving aside the rust of my joints and back champions, back to despair when the ideal defense is not selected to the violent backlash against rival re-promote the most spectacular flown with the option of Goalkeepers Manual, remember that your home was called "Jaquitob" to Jakob Nielsen, Danish goalkeeper, as a child ... me right after the phrase coined "Vilandre play hard" long ago, every time the young Dutch midfielder tough to force a play of opposites, to feel the urge to beat Lopez Idas or when they come running towards the camera after scoring a goal and in my memory revives the "I deserve it" ... to feel the rivalry between the powerful Argentine forwards Pasualdo Alfios and each will not make the perfect pass to the other by his hunger to end the play ... Back to laugh at the clowns Janco Tiano, Joe Della-Savia, Peter North, Heini Lenhardt, switch back to the "Guach, conchenchadachoch!" the Uruguayan coach, to feel the scoring power of Arnold Deboer by defining as "world football player", although I realized that "simulation" really should be a player in world football to do that kind of goal-scoring return to those great goals of Chile ...
This, together with the GP1 of Microprose, have been my favorite games of all life. I remember the unparalleled sense of speed the first time you are up to the car at Spa Francorchamps and crossed the fast loop, just before the Bus Stop chicane ... I was afraid to go as fast, with the trees going absurdly fast behind the gate, and I highly concentrated, with clenched teeth, smack the A to the bottom to full throttle, the engine roared to limit ... (Also Space Invaders, Zaxxon, Digger, Frogger, the game that Mazinger, among others, had their moment of triumph) How I like to remember these things ... It's time to start having new memories, better than I can provide long hours at a computer, jugándome honor in the virtual world. Now I need to get enough of my head, what better to devote to travel to the past, when almost everything was happiness. Instead of these leaks should be easy to accept my age, I accept that time has passed and there are things that scream for my attention ... And will attend ... after returning to be the champion the mundooooooooo ...
Sensations forgotten that, overnight, and are reborn as if they never left. Like a song you loved and who, almost without realizing it, you stopped listening and files in memory, but the vengeful return more hidden station and listen just when riding in a taxi. As the winning lottery ticket you bought when you've not bothered to check the results of that lot, patiently waiting at the bottom of a drawer and comes in the midst of moving, carrying his direct number to the National Lottery website and your heart stops as you want-no-saw match each digit. As the output with friends, just when you had no desire to get so annoyed but you finished them by clicking the table in the bar and looks that intersect with the prettiest girl in the place, who at the end of the night gives you her number to ask her out. As the return of the kitten you thought lost, but purring battered, bruised and starving, that caresses against your legs to try to heal his wounded heart, and yours, after nights of missing him. As the scent of a perfume of the past coming out of an old letter evil in the most opportune moment, the only time that you could sustain without relapse or mourn. As the favorite childhood game that, centuries later, your brother down and runs smoothly on Windows Vista. There are things that are learned and never forgotten. I am so glad that one of those things is, in my case, playing FIFA, the FIFA beautiful, much more than a computer game, was a highly competitive sport that we practiced with the Emo until the small hours, hard, screaming every goal as if we were in the stadium, on the court, sweating as if we were actually kicking the ball, like we Roberto Idas, H. Smaiter or Sergio Van Vasquero. And now that I have on my machine, I took this perfect portal to go back in time 15 years, leaving aside the rust of my joints and back champions, back to despair when the ideal defense is not selected to the violent backlash against rival re-promote the most spectacular flown with the option of Goalkeepers Manual, remember that your home was called "Jaquitob" to Jakob Nielsen, Danish goalkeeper, as a child ... me right after the phrase coined "Vilandre play hard" long ago, every time the young Dutch midfielder tough to force a play of opposites, to feel the urge to beat Lopez Idas or when they come running towards the camera after scoring a goal and in my memory revives the "I deserve it" ... to feel the rivalry between the powerful Argentine forwards Pasualdo Alfios and each will not make the perfect pass to the other by his hunger to end the play ... Back to laugh at the clowns Janco Tiano, Joe Della-Savia, Peter North, Heini Lenhardt, switch back to the "Guach, conchenchadachoch!" the Uruguayan coach, to feel the scoring power of Arnold Deboer by defining as "world football player", although I realized that "simulation" really should be a player in world football to do that kind of goal-scoring return to those great goals of Chile ...
This, together with the GP1 of Microprose, have been my favorite games of all life. I remember the unparalleled sense of speed the first time you are up to the car at Spa Francorchamps and crossed the fast loop, just before the Bus Stop chicane ... I was afraid to go as fast, with the trees going absurdly fast behind the gate, and I highly concentrated, with clenched teeth, smack the A to the bottom to full throttle, the engine roared to limit ... (Also Space Invaders, Zaxxon, Digger, Frogger, the game that Mazinger, among others, had their moment of triumph) How I like to remember these things ... It's time to start having new memories, better than I can provide long hours at a computer, jugándome honor in the virtual world. Now I need to get enough of my head, what better to devote to travel to the past, when almost everything was happiness. Instead of these leaks should be easy to accept my age, I accept that time has passed and there are things that scream for my attention ... And will attend ... after returning to be the champion the mundooooooooo ...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Cardinal Sign Of Dumping Syndrome
PLAN FOR INNOVATION UNIVERSITIES OR jets?
This is the news:
reinvent universities for innovation-oriented
50 sites competing to be the first to create the largest campus of knowledge - Must defend their projects before an international committee
Please read what it says and see if you hear of something and what you describe. I do not know what you mean. I do not know if a purely architectural project, or is an innovation in the educational, cultural, sexual, religious, naturalist ... or what milk is.
I think having an affair with teaching is not clear. However much they try to innovate not ever get. The teachers will give classes basically the same as 500 years ago: Dictating notes, explaining, getting annoyed with students who do not understand ...
Until you read Freud and begin to take into account input from Psychoanalysis in the conception of thought, knowledge, knowledge ... are not going to innovate almost nothing apart from the architecture and technology.
Best Regards! Kepa
This is the news:
reinvent universities for innovation-oriented
50 sites competing to be the first to create the largest campus of knowledge - Must defend their projects before an international committee
Please read what it says and see if you hear of something and what you describe. I do not know what you mean. I do not know if a purely architectural project, or is an innovation in the educational, cultural, sexual, religious, naturalist ... or what milk is.
I think having an affair with teaching is not clear. However much they try to innovate not ever get. The teachers will give classes basically the same as 500 years ago: Dictating notes, explaining, getting annoyed with students who do not understand ...
Until you read Freud and begin to take into account input from Psychoanalysis in the conception of thought, knowledge, knowledge ... are not going to innovate almost nothing apart from the architecture and technology.
Best Regards! Kepa
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
List And Names Of Pokemon
Masters in ICT management: IDE-CESEM, CEPADE-UPM, IIP-UOC
Hi all,
This post is open response to a query that has made me e-mail from a reader of this Blog. I preferred to publish it and reply here on the blog, because it is an interesting topic, and I think many visitors to the blog podreis answer better than me. So if you have some knowledge about it do not hesitate to write a response.
This is the e-mail: ........................................
......... Hello
Kepa,
let me I took the liberty to ask your advice about what might be my best choice for a postgraduate on-line. I've been reading your blog and your profile and I think your advice would be very valid at the time of making the best decision.
I have a degree in Economics from the University of Zaragoza since 1999 but since then my career and training has always been linked to ICT. I always liked computers and programming, and just completed a bachelor degree course / master a programming language and started working in that environment. Since then, my professional work has always been closely related to ICT technical tasks (Analysis and programming) in Information Systems departments. In these 10 years, all (with few expepciones) training I've done has been on matters téncicas Bolonia (progrmación languages, SO, analysis and development methodologies, etc.)..
Now, I am considering the possibility of graduate training in Leadership and Management of ICT, both for a bit more "glow" to my resume and to be increasingly deepening of ICT as a fundamental tool business enterprises. In addition, currently, my professional work is not as technical, is more related to the functional part Business and ICT, and this training would enable me to improve every day in my work.
I have discussed much of the existing wide range of training, evaluating factors such as the Training Programme, Prestige School / University, Methodology, Price, etc.. My favorite is the Master of LaSalle (obviously, it's also more expensive), but that have rejected for failure to do face formats. Work 8 hours a day, I'm married with one child 3 years and this Master requires me to travel every weekend for a year from Zaragoza to Barcelona. In the end, I decided to do postgraduate training in the modality chosen on-line.
Of all the supply that I have discussed, I am left with 3 options:
- Master in Management and ICT-CESEM IDE (1 year)
- Master in ICT for business CEPADE-UPM ( 2 years + project)
- Master in Management ICT IIP-UOC (2 years + project)
The most expensive of the 3 is the CEPADE (7,600 €)-the other 2 options are similar in price, around to € 4,500 - but the method of payment I would tackle the economic effort. I would like to advise me on which would be my best option. I have some doubts: 1 .- According
my profile (33 years old, college graduate and 9 years of experience in the sector) Better make postgraduate training in a business school as an IDE or a university as the UOC or UPM? What option is most valued in the labor market now?
2 .- Can you tell me what would be the "school" the most prestigious of the 3 options that scenario? I know the UOC provides high quality, but I have not clear that this is a well known and prestigious institution outside Catalonia. On the other hand, the prestige of the UPM, but I have very clear the quality of training content CEPADE. Finally, what is the prestige of IDE-CESEM? It is not ESADE or IESE, but not how it's valued IDE-CESEM in business ... 3 .-
CESEM IDE-Master offers the same modality in the form On-Line Is a Master worth much more than one done face on-line?
4 .- Is there any other option apart from this I recommend you pose?
Thanks in advance, I await your replies and any assessment or additional advice that you think you can do about it.
Yours faithfully, xxxxxx
........................................ .........
Thank you for your question. You see, I decided to post for several reasons. In addition to being well conceived and clearly written, consultation, and possibly be a topic of interest to most readers, especially there is a fundamental reason: Your question is very difficult!
I am a teacher. What I know about training institutions and universities is what I see in students who hire my services. And besides, to tell you the truth, in levels of ICT management I have never moved to know what the contractors can see more of such profiles.
The only thing I know, who is the company where I work, I do think that for management positions is then thrown over the quarry, that is, often put in positions of responsibility to which they burn of posts more technical.
But being a big company, I guess that is not the standard pattern. I guess that newer companies themselves will have to hire outside managers because no technician will have enough experience to manage.
regard to what you raise the center is better, more prestigious, etc. Sorry no information and I appeal to readers who want to leave here your opinion or experience. I think this will be the best possible answer. As you can see I put on the title the name of the Master and institutions to bring this up when searching on Google. I hope you have luck and opinions appear immediately. Overall
I congratulate you on your decision to continue studying. Not only are you going to help brighten your CV but that study is, in general, "good" for life in all its aspects. I would say that even for sexual life, family, ... to health, is very positive study, maintain an intense intellectual activity.
But, anyway you want some tips to brighten up your CV? Chinese studies. Have 33 years within 20 years, when all of your generation are obsolete and medium you are going to be a top, side by side with the youth of the company and will arrive speaking Chinese. Something like the managers of the last century who spoke English, which were the most prominent among his people.
Well, it's just an idea. I hope other readers give more adequate responses to the question.
Best Regards! Kepa
Ríos Alday 
Hi all,
This post is open response to a query that has made me e-mail from a reader of this Blog. I preferred to publish it and reply here on the blog, because it is an interesting topic, and I think many visitors to the blog podreis answer better than me. So if you have some knowledge about it do not hesitate to write a response.
This is the e-mail: ........................................
......... Hello
Kepa,
let me I took the liberty to ask your advice about what might be my best choice for a postgraduate on-line. I've been reading your blog and your profile and I think your advice would be very valid at the time of making the best decision.
I have a degree in Economics from the University of Zaragoza since 1999 but since then my career and training has always been linked to ICT. I always liked computers and programming, and just completed a bachelor degree course / master a programming language and started working in that environment. Since then, my professional work has always been closely related to ICT technical tasks (Analysis and programming) in Information Systems departments. In these 10 years, all (with few expepciones) training I've done has been on matters téncicas Bolonia (progrmación languages, SO, analysis and development methodologies, etc.)..
Now, I am considering the possibility of graduate training in Leadership and Management of ICT, both for a bit more "glow" to my resume and to be increasingly deepening of ICT as a fundamental tool business enterprises. In addition, currently, my professional work is not as technical, is more related to the functional part Business and ICT, and this training would enable me to improve every day in my work.
I have discussed much of the existing wide range of training, evaluating factors such as the Training Programme, Prestige School / University, Methodology, Price, etc.. My favorite is the Master of LaSalle (obviously, it's also more expensive), but that have rejected for failure to do face formats. Work 8 hours a day, I'm married with one child 3 years and this Master requires me to travel every weekend for a year from Zaragoza to Barcelona. In the end, I decided to do postgraduate training in the modality chosen on-line.
Of all the supply that I have discussed, I am left with 3 options:
- Master in Management and ICT-CESEM IDE (1 year)
- Master in ICT for business CEPADE-UPM ( 2 years + project)
- Master in Management ICT IIP-UOC (2 years + project)
The most expensive of the 3 is the CEPADE (7,600 €)-the other 2 options are similar in price, around to € 4,500 - but the method of payment I would tackle the economic effort. I would like to advise me on which would be my best option. I have some doubts: 1 .- According
my profile (33 years old, college graduate and 9 years of experience in the sector) Better make postgraduate training in a business school as an IDE or a university as the UOC or UPM? What option is most valued in the labor market now?
2 .- Can you tell me what would be the "school" the most prestigious of the 3 options that scenario? I know the UOC provides high quality, but I have not clear that this is a well known and prestigious institution outside Catalonia. On the other hand, the prestige of the UPM, but I have very clear the quality of training content CEPADE. Finally, what is the prestige of IDE-CESEM? It is not ESADE or IESE, but not how it's valued IDE-CESEM in business ... 3 .-
CESEM IDE-Master offers the same modality in the form On-Line Is a Master worth much more than one done face on-line?
4 .- Is there any other option apart from this I recommend you pose?
Thanks in advance, I await your replies and any assessment or additional advice that you think you can do about it.
Yours faithfully, xxxxxx
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Thank you for your question. You see, I decided to post for several reasons. In addition to being well conceived and clearly written, consultation, and possibly be a topic of interest to most readers, especially there is a fundamental reason: Your question is very difficult!
I am a teacher. What I know about training institutions and universities is what I see in students who hire my services. And besides, to tell you the truth, in levels of ICT management I have never moved to know what the contractors can see more of such profiles.
The only thing I know, who is the company where I work, I do think that for management positions is then thrown over the quarry, that is, often put in positions of responsibility to which they burn of posts more technical.
But being a big company, I guess that is not the standard pattern. I guess that newer companies themselves will have to hire outside managers because no technician will have enough experience to manage.
regard to what you raise the center is better, more prestigious, etc. Sorry no information and I appeal to readers who want to leave here your opinion or experience. I think this will be the best possible answer. As you can see I put on the title the name of the Master and institutions to bring this up when searching on Google. I hope you have luck and opinions appear immediately. Overall
I congratulate you on your decision to continue studying. Not only are you going to help brighten your CV but that study is, in general, "good" for life in all its aspects. I would say that even for sexual life, family, ... to health, is very positive study, maintain an intense intellectual activity.
But, anyway you want some tips to brighten up your CV? Chinese studies. Have 33 years within 20 years, when all of your generation are obsolete and medium you are going to be a top, side by side with the youth of the company and will arrive speaking Chinese. Something like the managers of the last century who spoke English, which were the most prominent among his people.
Well, it's just an idea. I hope other readers give more adequate responses to the question.
Best Regards! Kepa
Ríos Alday
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
What Is Quadriderm Nf Used For
New Law in New York: Teachers as "public authority"
This is the news ...
A new law toughens the penalty for assaulting teachers
Aguirre prepares a rule that turns teachers into "public authority"
What do you think? I honestly am not sure. On the one hand it is true that the teacher has to have authority for the student, but I think that this authority can be granted any law. I think the problem is more complex and I think that this law will not solve anything.
Why are students who assault teachers? Why teachers have so little authority in these times? I think it's a combination of several factors, but I think he has little authority in our society is the culture in general.
just have to take a look at the idols of our youth. What young man confesses that he admires a writer, a novelist is most concerning? What sighs adolescent love of a great poet, a playwright ...?
I think they're all crazy with the media figure of the moment. Going to say "soccer" (I'm thinking of CR), but it would be foolish charge against a sport so beautiful. Rather often be any successful professional upgraded to "superstar" by the mass media. For the kids they put these outfits by the eyes, regardless of where they are active: soccer, F1 drivers, singers, dancers, actors, actresses ... Well and why not, there are now prostitutes, pimps, procurers, professional gossips, etc. being followed with true devotion for many kids.
And we have already accepted that this is normal. We believe "natural" that young people are so ignorant, as if it had always been. No, young people are more ignorant than ever because the adults are, on average, more ignorant than ever. This is the model of society that we have left the U.S. and will take centuries to recover.
The problem is very well in the weakness of intellectuals that the state recognizes as such. Carefully chosen to never say anything, never move anything, and are unable to promote any social transformation, the great intellectuals of our culture has, quietly, its role as impersonation and forgery.
Contempt of students by culture, by teachers, education and knowledge that they can provide, not only pupils but politicians, state and, ultimately, society. What should
society do then? I do not know, I have no idea and I also do not care. Rather, I think everyone finds a solution for himself right? And if someone finds a solution recommended, as you can do is that, recommend it to whom it may concern. I am the Group Zero. Study psychoanalysis at its seminars and workshops in poetry writing, for more than ten years.
And what is the Group Zero? If you want to form yourselves your own answer by searching the web that much information. I can say that I think is like a society where culture, poetry and writing, have the highest authority, the knowledge is one of the greatest assets precious, and the teacher is the head of the institution he directs teaching, learning and who obeys.
For me it's an amazing site, which says a reef. The truth that I have reason to be happy. Would realize that more often.
Greetings! Kepa
This is the news ...
A new law toughens the penalty for assaulting teachers
Aguirre prepares a rule that turns teachers into "public authority"
What do you think? I honestly am not sure. On the one hand it is true that the teacher has to have authority for the student, but I think that this authority can be granted any law. I think the problem is more complex and I think that this law will not solve anything.
Why are students who assault teachers? Why teachers have so little authority in these times? I think it's a combination of several factors, but I think he has little authority in our society is the culture in general.
just have to take a look at the idols of our youth. What young man confesses that he admires a writer, a novelist is most concerning? What sighs adolescent love of a great poet, a playwright ...?
I think they're all crazy with the media figure of the moment. Going to say "soccer" (I'm thinking of CR), but it would be foolish charge against a sport so beautiful. Rather often be any successful professional upgraded to "superstar" by the mass media. For the kids they put these outfits by the eyes, regardless of where they are active: soccer, F1 drivers, singers, dancers, actors, actresses ... Well and why not, there are now prostitutes, pimps, procurers, professional gossips, etc. being followed with true devotion for many kids.
And we have already accepted that this is normal. We believe "natural" that young people are so ignorant, as if it had always been. No, young people are more ignorant than ever because the adults are, on average, more ignorant than ever. This is the model of society that we have left the U.S. and will take centuries to recover.
The problem is very well in the weakness of intellectuals that the state recognizes as such. Carefully chosen to never say anything, never move anything, and are unable to promote any social transformation, the great intellectuals of our culture has, quietly, its role as impersonation and forgery.
Contempt of students by culture, by teachers, education and knowledge that they can provide, not only pupils but politicians, state and, ultimately, society. What should
society do then? I do not know, I have no idea and I also do not care. Rather, I think everyone finds a solution for himself right? And if someone finds a solution recommended, as you can do is that, recommend it to whom it may concern. I am the Group Zero. Study psychoanalysis at its seminars and workshops in poetry writing, for more than ten years.
And what is the Group Zero? If you want to form yourselves your own answer by searching the web that much information. I can say that I think is like a society where culture, poetry and writing, have the highest authority, the knowledge is one of the greatest assets precious, and the teacher is the head of the institution he directs teaching, learning and who obeys.
For me it's an amazing site, which says a reef. The truth that I have reason to be happy. Would realize that more often.
Greetings! Kepa
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Internet Filter Sprint Phone
Among the curves
may have stayed two more laps on the track is sufficient to reach the top. My car crosses the path like a bullet train on its rails, the perfect line, to the maximum in the curves without losing a split. I leave the TV and I headed to the throttle on the main straight ... Endless seconds with the engine at a thousand. I approach the light and think about the miedito stupid to attack me every time I pass by here, the light is falling on me ... how impossible. New lap record. Lights up on the board, is an indication of the team. One more ... more and will come around the pits for tanking and changing tires. I will not fail ... I can not fail. I reach Rettifilo variant, the chicane I ever was hopelessly complicated and now my confidence increases. I enter 340 and go out as at 70, hot on the piano all my red car and the regulations allow me, and leave that life behind Ronnie Peterson presented here in 78. Sink back foot on the accelerator and the flight to the fast corners. The names of Chionio Carlo, Renzo Colombini and Renato Galtrucco come to mind with the terrible motorcycle accident that cost the lives of many years. I'm approaching the next turn hard, like your curves, and go live where Renzo Passolino died in 73 and more adelantito, the only world motorcycling champion Finn Jarno Saarinen, the same year. But I know that the other would not go unscathed ... From 330 to 120 for transit under the Della Roggia variant without any loose tire cost him his life to Paolo Gislimberti or any other commissioner. Concentration ... should not distract.
advance, advances to the limit, go to the limit, so much so that I raise a bit of land out of Lesmo. The temperature of the tires of those arrows of silver must be nearly perfect and I can guess your decision to take advantage of their machines and not be winning position absence of about 15 turns. But my Ferrari is so light with the latest fuel, if I could finish this round, the timer will stop setting a new record in the circuit. Seventh on a third option to enter Ascari ... does the name because the poor Albert died here in 55, with two world titles in tow. I do not want to baptize a corner with my name, but I want to leave my mark on one of your curves, large and so impossible to make for me. A 335 step between the ghosts of the 14 people who died with Wolfgang Von Trips at 61 when he lost control of his Mercedes with his life fighting for the championship, and under a bit of speed and gait, feeling the force of 3.72 G in the dish. Leave behind the noise of the final game of Jochen Rindt, the only world champion posthumously and tighten the throttle to gain entry to the pits ... everything is defined here ... Active
limiter. Are seconds seemed like hours. Having been running like a fiend for more than an hour, my time down at every turn, going to 80 pit road put it all in slow motion to get where I expected my team. Brake and stop with me just as I get old and my hands sweat and nerves. I have to go before them and do not let me pass. I know that their engines have a little more mine and power will be very difficult to pass on track. This is my chance. Blindly trust my mechanics, so I have like 7 seconds to relax before heading out to play me on the track title. I close my eyes when I see a hand about to clean my helmet visor. And I see your eyes, eyes of many colors, so many lashes, his eyes filled with hate and tears once in a while. The car moves a little to the care they give. Within seconds the tires out, worn down to the deactivation, and they fit the tires reserved for the last stop. I hear the sound of air guns by adjusting the center bolt on each wheel and remember the sound of the words I never wanted to hear, your mouth pronouncing them slowly so I can understand, with the feigned innocence of someone who knows what she says but pretends not to kill. As always happens again. What if the heart is already broken and broken again. Clenched fists and I wonder how long it will last since I came into the pits ... How much time has passed since the last time we met? Too ... always too. Whenever I see you and do not show up, looking to spend thousands of excuses about where I could find, I do things that you might like, build bridges, traveled to the moon and write songs just to get your attention. And now to try to be the world champion. But if I win, I can be saying goodbye to my hopes of glory. I open my eyes and I can see in the mirror to the fuel hose to finish fueling. A half smile draws me in the mouth to go back in time to an old gas station. I wonder if it will come tonight to calm me but have spent a lot on my birthday. A promise is a promise. A promise you weigh like a house on the back. I give the signal and put my first one, a smile by one of our private jokes, and it started. I can feel the tension in the air, everyone looks at the door, follow the telemetry data, calculate how much I can not demorar en salir. Yo maldigo al limitador, paso la señal y obligo al motor a rugir y demostrar toda la potencia de sus caballos de fuerza.
may have stayed two more laps on the track is sufficient to reach the top. My car crosses the path like a bullet train on its rails, the perfect line, to the maximum in the curves without losing a split. I leave the TV and I headed to the throttle on the main straight ... Endless seconds with the engine at a thousand. I approach the light and think about the miedito stupid to attack me every time I pass by here, the light is falling on me ... how impossible. New lap record. Lights up on the board, is an indication of the team. One more ... more and will come around the pits for tanking and changing tires. I will not fail ... I can not fail. I reach Rettifilo variant, the chicane I ever was hopelessly complicated and now my confidence increases. I enter 340 and go out as at 70, hot on the piano all my red car and the regulations allow me, and leave that life behind Ronnie Peterson presented here in 78. Sink back foot on the accelerator and the flight to the fast corners. The names of Chionio Carlo, Renzo Colombini and Renato Galtrucco come to mind with the terrible motorcycle accident that cost the lives of many years. I'm approaching the next turn hard, like your curves, and go live where Renzo Passolino died in 73 and more adelantito, the only world motorcycling champion Finn Jarno Saarinen, the same year. But I know that the other would not go unscathed ... From 330 to 120 for transit under the Della Roggia variant without any loose tire cost him his life to Paolo Gislimberti or any other commissioner. Concentration ... should not distract.
advance, advances to the limit, go to the limit, so much so that I raise a bit of land out of Lesmo. The temperature of the tires of those arrows of silver must be nearly perfect and I can guess your decision to take advantage of their machines and not be winning position absence of about 15 turns. But my Ferrari is so light with the latest fuel, if I could finish this round, the timer will stop setting a new record in the circuit. Seventh on a third option to enter Ascari ... does the name because the poor Albert died here in 55, with two world titles in tow. I do not want to baptize a corner with my name, but I want to leave my mark on one of your curves, large and so impossible to make for me. A 335 step between the ghosts of the 14 people who died with Wolfgang Von Trips at 61 when he lost control of his Mercedes with his life fighting for the championship, and under a bit of speed and gait, feeling the force of 3.72 G in the dish. Leave behind the noise of the final game of Jochen Rindt, the only world champion posthumously and tighten the throttle to gain entry to the pits ... everything is defined here ... Active
limiter. Are seconds seemed like hours. Having been running like a fiend for more than an hour, my time down at every turn, going to 80 pit road put it all in slow motion to get where I expected my team. Brake and stop with me just as I get old and my hands sweat and nerves. I have to go before them and do not let me pass. I know that their engines have a little more mine and power will be very difficult to pass on track. This is my chance. Blindly trust my mechanics, so I have like 7 seconds to relax before heading out to play me on the track title. I close my eyes when I see a hand about to clean my helmet visor. And I see your eyes, eyes of many colors, so many lashes, his eyes filled with hate and tears once in a while. The car moves a little to the care they give. Within seconds the tires out, worn down to the deactivation, and they fit the tires reserved for the last stop. I hear the sound of air guns by adjusting the center bolt on each wheel and remember the sound of the words I never wanted to hear, your mouth pronouncing them slowly so I can understand, with the feigned innocence of someone who knows what she says but pretends not to kill. As always happens again. What if the heart is already broken and broken again. Clenched fists and I wonder how long it will last since I came into the pits ... How much time has passed since the last time we met? Too ... always too. Whenever I see you and do not show up, looking to spend thousands of excuses about where I could find, I do things that you might like, build bridges, traveled to the moon and write songs just to get your attention. And now to try to be the world champion. But if I win, I can be saying goodbye to my hopes of glory. I open my eyes and I can see in the mirror to the fuel hose to finish fueling. A half smile draws me in the mouth to go back in time to an old gas station. I wonder if it will come tonight to calm me but have spent a lot on my birthday. A promise is a promise. A promise you weigh like a house on the back. I give the signal and put my first one, a smile by one of our private jokes, and it started. I can feel the tension in the air, everyone looks at the door, follow the telemetry data, calculate how much I can not demorar en salir. Yo maldigo al limitador, paso la señal y obligo al motor a rugir y demostrar toda la potencia de sus caballos de fuerza.
Mis espejos están llenos del gris y negro de los autos rivales. Los pasé... los pasé en pits... Fue un trabajo perfecto y estoy delante cuando ninguno de nosotros tiene que volver a entrar. No escucho los motores porque el grito de los tifosi se eleva por encima de todo como una victoria frente a los elementos. Ahora sólo tengo que mantenerme, por eso me paso un poco del punto de frenada y mantengo la cuerda para evitar adelantamientos en la chicana, justo donde Hakkinen metió primera en vez de tercera y terminó llorando en el bosque. Bloqueo lo justo y salgo como líder, while the silver arrows have to extremes to keep from bumping into them. That takes away a little time, give me a few meters ahead, more yards, and I do not accommodate traffic on the rubber marks, more traction for me, more speed. The asphalt is a pool, the layout is perfect, perfect for your skin, the curve of your back with long hair that falls and hides. A 305 mph on the curve Biassono should not have time to think about such things. Should not think of the forest that surrounds the circuit, in that other forest is calling me without you knowing. I must concentrate, they left behind, lost too much time avoiding disaster but you can not help them win. Accelerated with tight lips ... you know that's what breaks my lips and not the lack of kisses, as I tried to cheat to get some. More speed and return to the variant Della Roggia, the same sharp turn, as your eyes are closed to me. Shock to the heart ... no more distractions, I say to jump too much on one of the pianos. Accommodating the car, I settle on the seat and I have no fear of returning to step on the accelerator. I no longer see in the mirror, you only see you at every turn, in your car with plates that are not from here, rally car, car that I got to eat you with kisses.
The leaves of some trees come down during the race and they are like spots on the track ... very few spots in comparison with yours. Unceremoniously keep Lesmo speed and accelerated out of each end of the curve. With the heavy car for refueling and tires that have not yet reached the temperature you need, I extend my lead in thousandths tenths being made in each new curve. Opened a gap and I have everything under control, as I thought I had what I feel for you. And what you feel or felt? Here I have what you like about me, what ever you hate, love what you said, you could come to worship, you do not know and you do not care. Am I do not I see? Do not tell me anything? Can not you see? I leave the world aside to listen to what I have to say ... More than 300 only hear the desperate cries of the brake in the curve of Serraglio. Deconcentration, devolution stupid that makes me your mocking laughter. Lock the tires to keep off the tracks, nearer and nearer. The thud reaction leaves me, bouncing from one side to another track, wrecking the Ferrari, your eyes reflected the shock that something bad could happen to me, pieces scattered across the floor, a tire flying into the air and McLaren shun it all and pass, pass me, get ahead and go straight to victory, in my defeat. know that the pain I have goes beyond the physical. You worry if I had broken something, but you laugh it is good, even with a broken heart, without knowing where or who you are, though you do not mind. Game over. My hands are shaking and I leave out the keyboard. I turn off the computer, and full of memories, do as Hakkinen and I will mourn the forest.
The leaves of some trees come down during the race and they are like spots on the track ... very few spots in comparison with yours. Unceremoniously keep Lesmo speed and accelerated out of each end of the curve. With the heavy car for refueling and tires that have not yet reached the temperature you need, I extend my lead in thousandths tenths being made in each new curve. Opened a gap and I have everything under control, as I thought I had what I feel for you. And what you feel or felt? Here I have what you like about me, what ever you hate, love what you said, you could come to worship, you do not know and you do not care. Am I do not I see? Do not tell me anything? Can not you see? I leave the world aside to listen to what I have to say ... More than 300 only hear the desperate cries of the brake in the curve of Serraglio. Deconcentration, devolution stupid that makes me your mocking laughter. Lock the tires to keep off the tracks, nearer and nearer. The thud reaction leaves me, bouncing from one side to another track, wrecking the Ferrari, your eyes reflected the shock that something bad could happen to me, pieces scattered across the floor, a tire flying into the air and McLaren shun it all and pass, pass me, get ahead and go straight to victory, in my defeat. know that the pain I have goes beyond the physical. You worry if I had broken something, but you laugh it is good, even with a broken heart, without knowing where or who you are, though you do not mind. Game over. My hands are shaking and I leave out the keyboard. I turn off the computer, and full of memories, do as Hakkinen and I will mourn the forest.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Kelly Kelly Submission Hold
riots of Pozuelo de Alarcón
can see the news El Pais clicking here. What did they
, which produce young ignorant would not have any consequence? We know that for the states, a youth educated, well-educated, enterprising, intelligent and hard working is the worst headaches. But if we spend with mass campaigns of dumbing down as these things happen Pozuelo altercations that are only a small sample of what we have neglected the education of our youth.
that sentence I quote from Freud that no state can think of the happiness of the subject. It means, I suppose, that happiness is not something that can be achieved permanently, and therefore can not give or grant any other right. That is, it is not a welfare or comfort, because yes there are states that can give. I mention this thought to say that young people have to turn something good. We can not pretend to do exactly the same as previous generations, that they comply with what is; that fit the site and let them point. No, you have to depend upon it they have to do something.
education is not like training animals. What is done with people in their training is to provide tools, equipment, machines theory (which is what are the scientific concepts) ... In short: tools to transform reality.
What I say is very simple. If we teach young people to build buildings, to write books, design powerful machines ... construct other buildings that we had thought, write books impossible for us unpredictable machines designed ... but if not teach them anything, if we want to take away our jobs and we prefer not to give them any tools to transform reality, then transform the reality anyway, but with sticks and stones. Be devoted to demolish the reality.
I think it's better to educate people, although after going to bother us a bit and will want to change everything. Is life. Kepa
Ríos Alday 
can see the news El Pais clicking here. What did they
, which produce young ignorant would not have any consequence? We know that for the states, a youth educated, well-educated, enterprising, intelligent and hard working is the worst headaches. But if we spend with mass campaigns of dumbing down as these things happen Pozuelo altercations that are only a small sample of what we have neglected the education of our youth.
that sentence I quote from Freud that no state can think of the happiness of the subject. It means, I suppose, that happiness is not something that can be achieved permanently, and therefore can not give or grant any other right. That is, it is not a welfare or comfort, because yes there are states that can give. I mention this thought to say that young people have to turn something good. We can not pretend to do exactly the same as previous generations, that they comply with what is; that fit the site and let them point. No, you have to depend upon it they have to do something.
education is not like training animals. What is done with people in their training is to provide tools, equipment, machines theory (which is what are the scientific concepts) ... In short: tools to transform reality.
What I say is very simple. If we teach young people to build buildings, to write books, design powerful machines ... construct other buildings that we had thought, write books impossible for us unpredictable machines designed ... but if not teach them anything, if we want to take away our jobs and we prefer not to give them any tools to transform reality, then transform the reality anyway, but with sticks and stones. Be devoted to demolish the reality.
I think it's better to educate people, although after going to bother us a bit and will want to change everything. Is life. Kepa
Ríos Alday
Thursday, September 10, 2009
What Does A Half Head Of Foils Look Like
ROLE OF PARENTS IN THEIR CHILDREN'S EDUCATION Teaching Freud
PARENTS FINED FOR SCHOOL FAILURE OF YOUR CHILDREN
I read this morning in the newspaper that some parents were fined in Valencia, ... I do not know if he said "cause" or "allow" their children's school failure. Was a very short notice. Only said that the fine of 1800 euros had been and that the marriage had allowed the continued truancy of their children.
The news seemed to me just great. That is, not only the news but the sentence, I feel great that laws protect the child from those who sometimes are the worst enemies for their education: their parents.
What do I say outrageous? Anyone who thinks this would have to come a couple of months (in summer if possible) to work with me to the academy. It is amazing how some parents seem to despise not only the importance of educating their children (for example, reaching the academy more interested in prices and save money than in solving the problems of their children), but also there are some amazing cases. There are parents who bring kids with many problems that have not passed math in two years are one month in the academy, pass the math scraping, called to thank most sincerely ... and? ... And? and de-targeting their children from classes forever. Never again we hear from them.
Why did I do this? Then go to wit: to save money, because they think it is enough to approve scraping, because they believe their son and they can make do just ... Excuses to conceal this sentence: "Because we really want to help our son, approve, grow, and become an adult and independent. "
course parents do not say this phrase, but every sentence to the contrary. This is an unconscious desire that can only be detected if instead of believing the nonsense that tears and parents say, we only look at their actions.
Sorry for the anger but it is very sad to see kids that with a little help immediately begin to improve, are failing in school and in life because of the irresponsibility of parents.
Because these children so badly, though at first it may seem, are far less asshole. What happens is that their parents have totally neglected: They let them do what they want, do not help at all, do not give them more than hurt them most whims race in the most needed help, in short, treat them like complete idiots, until, little by little, they're getting to be so.
I have to say that until now I never found any case hopeless. On the contrary, if not for the families would be very easy for me to help these kids. What I always found is that the real problem is not the only student in your family.
Well, all that I so glad the sentence. Because I know the importance of the issue. And I think the law should intervene in families with truant children, who take very bad grades, repetition, etc. because kids under 16 or 18 years the family is responsible for the academic performance of children. Can take from 5 to 10, may from time to time suspend a subject that has been neglected ... but if they fail all subjects for multiple assessments is clear: the fault of the parents.
As a teacher certainly not for me to try to explain why this hooliganism of parents regarding the education of their children. What happens is that I am a student of psychoanalysis, so I think that yes I can say anything about it.
would have to study each case separately, but I would like to launch here several questions: Can we talk about envy of the fathers to the children? Can we talk about fear of old age and death, fear as the child's growth? Could the school failure of children play a major role in the family, the relationship between the parents, keeping them together, keeping them distracted from other problems in your marriage? ... Because this is like the novels of Agatha Christie, you have to investigate is who can get benefited from crime. The unconscious, Freud teaches us so, just looking to satisfy his desire, not judge, does not calculate consequences ... Therefore, if parents do not analyze their unconscious desire can reach them almost any wrongdoing to their children.
I will not give more clues, then people get used to give it all done. Whoever wants to know something, they point to the psychoanalytic seminars Zero Group ( www.grupocero.org ), who wants to prevent themselves from acting like an asshole with children, to be analyzed. And to academia ( www.cartagena99.com ), to study together the best professionals, should come directly around the world, parents and children. For those who have no desire to learn something new every day, has no desire to live.
Greetings! Kepa
Professor Ríos Alday
PARENTS FINED FOR SCHOOL FAILURE OF YOUR CHILDREN
I read this morning in the newspaper that some parents were fined in Valencia, ... I do not know if he said "cause" or "allow" their children's school failure. Was a very short notice. Only said that the fine of 1800 euros had been and that the marriage had allowed the continued truancy of their children.
The news seemed to me just great. That is, not only the news but the sentence, I feel great that laws protect the child from those who sometimes are the worst enemies for their education: their parents.
What do I say outrageous? Anyone who thinks this would have to come a couple of months (in summer if possible) to work with me to the academy. It is amazing how some parents seem to despise not only the importance of educating their children (for example, reaching the academy more interested in prices and save money than in solving the problems of their children), but also there are some amazing cases. There are parents who bring kids with many problems that have not passed math in two years are one month in the academy, pass the math scraping, called to thank most sincerely ... and? ... And? and de-targeting their children from classes forever. Never again we hear from them.
Why did I do this? Then go to wit: to save money, because they think it is enough to approve scraping, because they believe their son and they can make do just ... Excuses to conceal this sentence: "Because we really want to help our son, approve, grow, and become an adult and independent. "
course parents do not say this phrase, but every sentence to the contrary. This is an unconscious desire that can only be detected if instead of believing the nonsense that tears and parents say, we only look at their actions.
Sorry for the anger but it is very sad to see kids that with a little help immediately begin to improve, are failing in school and in life because of the irresponsibility of parents.
Because these children so badly, though at first it may seem, are far less asshole. What happens is that their parents have totally neglected: They let them do what they want, do not help at all, do not give them more than hurt them most whims race in the most needed help, in short, treat them like complete idiots, until, little by little, they're getting to be so.
I have to say that until now I never found any case hopeless. On the contrary, if not for the families would be very easy for me to help these kids. What I always found is that the real problem is not the only student in your family.
Well, all that I so glad the sentence. Because I know the importance of the issue. And I think the law should intervene in families with truant children, who take very bad grades, repetition, etc. because kids under 16 or 18 years the family is responsible for the academic performance of children. Can take from 5 to 10, may from time to time suspend a subject that has been neglected ... but if they fail all subjects for multiple assessments is clear: the fault of the parents.
As a teacher certainly not for me to try to explain why this hooliganism of parents regarding the education of their children. What happens is that I am a student of psychoanalysis, so I think that yes I can say anything about it.
would have to study each case separately, but I would like to launch here several questions: Can we talk about envy of the fathers to the children? Can we talk about fear of old age and death, fear as the child's growth? Could the school failure of children play a major role in the family, the relationship between the parents, keeping them together, keeping them distracted from other problems in your marriage? ... Because this is like the novels of Agatha Christie, you have to investigate is who can get benefited from crime. The unconscious, Freud teaches us so, just looking to satisfy his desire, not judge, does not calculate consequences ... Therefore, if parents do not analyze their unconscious desire can reach them almost any wrongdoing to their children.
I will not give more clues, then people get used to give it all done. Whoever wants to know something, they point to the psychoanalytic seminars Zero Group ( www.grupocero.org ), who wants to prevent themselves from acting like an asshole with children, to be analyzed. And to academia ( www.cartagena99.com ), to study together the best professionals, should come directly around the world, parents and children. For those who have no desire to learn something new every day, has no desire to live.
Greetings! Kepa
Professor Ríos Alday
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