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 ...
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 ...
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
........................................ .........
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.
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
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Blueprints For Beer Pong Table
The iPod effect
Everything can change in the score indicated ... Mood, walking speed, the amount of heat or cold, waking state the desire to do or not do something ... even luck. I leave home by Sarmiento ... as usual on the street and me. Then suddenly, from behind a tree appears Piazzola with Balada para un loco and people are removed from the world. Way with a smile on every face, break apart from the smog and traffic lights give way to me forever. Makes you think that today will be a good day. Spend hours, endless and terrible, and you find yourself in the back seat of a taxi , returning home with headphones on, listening to
Polonaise
Everything can change in the score indicated ... Mood, walking speed, the amount of heat or cold, waking state the desire to do or not do something ... even luck. I leave home by Sarmiento ... as usual on the street and me. Then suddenly, from behind a tree appears Piazzola with Balada para un loco and people are removed from the world. Way with a smile on every face, break apart from the smog and traffic lights give way to me forever. Makes you think that today will be a good day. Spend hours, endless and terrible, and you find yourself in the back seat of a taxi , returning home with headphones on, listening to
Polonaise
of Shigeru Umebayashi and feeling memories destructive fall on you as a rival goal in the final minute of extra. Nothing to do ... I get on the bus and a child approaches me with his macabre plan to collect some money malhabidamente his fictional sister burned, with the same memorized speech, the same breaks, same inflection and the same photo girl burned in a fire in Zámbiza who cheats on you once ... and thank the heavens to turn up the volume and enjoy the real violence of The Beatles torn with Paul's voice crying Helter skelter while the unwary increase the fortune of this child. Then the wind hit me in the face when I open the window and see the houses painted red and hear the Red House Painters
with
Have you forgotten? that remind me that I have forgotten some things. And I smile because, anyway, it's fun to do, as fun as playing mentally-go and not so mentally- Paranoid android
as Thom Yorke
, alone with his guitar, and trying accompany him as we sing together. And accompany speaking, people return to see me when I make the second Andrés
can not live on love , or prepare Bunbury my preseason with choirs The thin man who never waver no
. That's fine. It's bad when you do the second Nacho , too high and people feel offended by the atrocities they sing in Dry martini SA and giving me account, I feel uncomfortable. But everything passes, everything is divine, everything is full of color of the sunsets from the past with that arch ripping electric guitar, with the sounds of angels armed with electric instruments, with a voice that is another perfect tool ... with Svefn-g-Englar of Sigur Ros
. And what about when you stay as bobazo, rival of Dan obituarista, looking at who is about as Rachel Jones, not knowing what to expect, with
in Demian Rice ears, or when one comes to love of all and any but none with the pillows and its inevitable Thank you, my twilight ... But the iPod effect brings its side effect ... deafness. I think I'm going deaf, I hear the silence that sneaks up behind me, ready to assail. I do not want that to happen ... I'm not Beethoven.
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