Friday, June 25, 2010

Holly Willoughby Disc Necklace

Osita and The Bear (Dedicated to Camila Sáez)

was one day in any week, after the camp prior to a presentation of high school, I had to go buy a wool cap. It was not much, was a round trip and nothing else. I went to a microphone, and later several blocks up an ex-colleague and her friend, and apparently were waiting for something. Greet them, sat nearby, and at any moment one of them got up and did stop the micro, beckoning to an outsider, did not give him importance, it could be anyone. But not everyone was a little girl exactly 11 months younger than I, and (in the words of my ex-partner) left me speechless. We were in the same school and had never seen, and I decided to know her and know her, I'm curious as well. The other two girls noticed my attitude and supported what I said, and even add things that somehow made me look better than it was. She seemed excited, fascinated, but I reached my destination and had to go down, I said goodbye to all, especially the pretty girl, and went downstairs. The next day I saw her last in uniform, with my ex-partner, and so every evening when I could meet with them and talked to some other things, but the pretty girl, I knew I was called Camila, not always stayed with us. He was studious, well more than me.
and spent several weeks in which I did not know it, and almost at the end of the year, making paperwork from high school, finding her again. I approached her with a stupid excuse and I received gladly, and so we talked for about 5 hours. And he had to go, and I was missing something. Did you ever see? Of course, next year we will have the same schedule. Perfect. And so it went
holidays and classes came and we met again. Age of arriving early to class, so I tried to get there before her, at the exit we got together and traveled together. Among the classes we saw, although occasionally we left too long for our individuality, but most of the time the two of us. Then I found out we lived near, a few blocks away, so I was encouraged and began to wait at the bus stop near his home, and so we got together at school. We met so much better and share more of what he had done before with a stranger, and I realized I was starting to feel something for her. Love? No, it was something different, it was love, affection. And my soul woke writer, and began to write, to write stories that recounted events something ... curious that over the years I knew they were the future of people who knew and know them. But any of that it was strange, was that they all talked about couples, feelings, love. He thought I wanted something with it, and I think the same thought, though both understood (she did it first) that ours was just a friend. Error. The passage of time made us see that what we went beyond friendship, was a much stronger bond than even I could have thought. Occasionally we went, met her friends and shared fairly, she taught me how it feels to be loved, to be the focus of someone. It made me feel very special, as never before had any woman, but that did not mean that we should to have something, just wanted it. And there were many things we learned together, and live experiences that solidified what I would call a strong friendship knew his past, his ex-partner and lifelong friends, made many trips, we saw places and new environments, we experience two , and finally handed them over to another. She allowed it was me who gave the final opinion on it and gave the same power when the opportunity arose, but our future have been very different. I remember there was one evening, after his pre-university, which went for a walk and she wanted me a gift, something simple and very demonstrative for the rest, and gave me an autographed card that brought the image of two polar bears and some writing that made me mourn. "You are my teddy bear," I said almost without thinking, "and you're my teddy bear," he said giving me a strong and warm embrace, the kind that I liked and I like both of these you can feel even in the cold and loneliness. She was, is and remains someone very special to me, more than a friend, more than a sister, and lately I have not knowing much about it and study issues, and I feel that it has drifted far. I miss her, to that little girl I call "stupid", but silly and there is not much, because before I could see the passage of a girl to a woman, someone who now knows many things I do not find, and makes me feel really proud of it. Maybe ever wanted, no, better still love: my little sister, my teddy bear, I can not help loving her. I miss him, but give me time to be with her, to tell you many things, to invite one of those trips we used to do when we were both walking at night, when we had more commitment to be friends, to be brothers ...
There are some people, some fellow Sansano who came to see it or even know, and maybe one can vouch for certain things I am saying. And yet there are things that no one has come to know us, and is that we have a little story to tell ... a legacy that will deliver.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Husband Sucking Nipple

avoid an emotional breakdown while at the University

Citing one of the many things I've learned in these days is that I share with you a simple, easy and very useful, as well as efficient, to avoid emotional breakdown while studying at university. Do not expect something magical this or seek the trick: it is simple to explain, yet not everyone can do it easily.
Study, study, study, that is the main concern of every student, and is more noticeable in higher education. Achieving academic success is the goal of every university with great views and a reason for further study, but now I just want to focus on one type of character, and is the student Sansano. We arrived with great goals, dreams and aspirations, and we enter a whole new world and to be more direct, full of different social classes. Many arrive totally scholarships, others partially funded and there are those who can pay their entire career. And most of the pressure falls on those who are recipients, without that benefit could not continue studying, and must have a minimum return to continue. Despite that college life is not just studying, it also has an important social relationship, and this is where there are usually problems: It is well known that studies and emotions do not make a great combination, and college is much worse. We can not be thinking about something or someone while studying for a control or event, nor can we feel bad when we tested, but still happens, and the results of this are not good. I remember last year I had a very bad time a few hours before a competition in mathematics, and my results, despite having studied enough, were not as good as expected. And talking to some scholars came to the conclusion that everything that happens simply because, when we have a problem or something affects us, simply repress in order to continue with our study and ultimately hurts us even more. And the solution is simple: if we laugh, laugh, if we mourn, that is to win. It is difficult to find who can hear what happens to us, or whom we can lend a hand when we need it, but I can assure you someone will be there when you need it, always. Laugh, mourn, suffer, love, love, hate, do everything at the moment, do not expect to have more time or accumulate it by having to study. Let's be honest with our lives and let us make it pleasant to live without many things to be, without much pain ahead. "Live life," as a man in the rain, are people and not machines to study.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Chicken Stages Images

"sudo rm-f / memories / APCF" The story that nobody knew

environments for connoisseurs with Debian or Linux in general, this command is more than obvious, but the rest is just say "data / memories / APCF be completely destroyed." Ready, but say it is easy, but ... it is not that it's almost like kill and be reborn, and it has a terrible price.
all this history goes back some years ago during the transition between my basic education and media, and although it was still a bit young for this sort of thing, maybe too much, I felt something special for a girl, mate of course, who could come to consider "my first love" (although many people do not agree to that.) I remember that much of the start of all this was the responsibility of a great friend, my brother died almost 4 months old since his departure. Our relationship began and no more, and went without major problems for about 11 months, but in the last month was when the worst came. It was an October afternoon at the end of the month when I had to stick with three companions to do group work: were I, my girlfriend, my best friend and a companion. For things of life to fellow "x" happens to start a simple game of penance, and my other 2 partners were encouraged to participate while I was writing the work. As they advanced in their game, also advanced in complexity, until you reach a point that I could not tolerate: the mate x told my girlfriend to give him a kiss to my best friend (he did not know she was my girlfriend) . My friend looked at me, came to talk to me asking if I continue or not with this, and I replied "only so far you can forgive." Comrade X, from where he was asked what he thought about it, to which I replied "do whatever they want," relying on the loyalty of my friend spotless. I tried to continue with the report as they continued their game, but could not avoid looking askance at what they were doing it was worse because made increasingly worse. And my eyes came across the fellow x, and I understood what was coming was a great test for her. (I'll say it as it was) He asked my girlfriend to climb on my friend's legs, front (on legs open) and started moving sexually, she did everything almost without hesitation, and added a series of very passionate kisses my friend started schizo, shake it off. That was the moment of greatest pain I had experienced before and, almost without thinking, I ran without being able to take my mind off the situation. I did not realize it rained very hard until my friend stopped me to give me my stuff and cover me with his umbrella, to which I replied with a blow that allowed full of rage that could mourn. Fell, got up and hugged me asking forgiveness for everything, and I could not refuse if it was him who risked our friendship to show the person who was next to me. But at that moment I felt so bad about what had happened that I chose to forgive and return to my house, sheltered by the rain did not stop or break their torrents. I walked slowly, my face and clothes wet and cold, my mind clouded and confused, unable to think of anything that was not that devastating moment when the woman who wanted to betray me before my eyes.
I got home after a long walk and my mom was the first one I saw, hugged me and went to mourn, this time with force and punishment. I took off all your clothes wet, I lay down, and I noticed a high fever that I served as an excuse to stay in bed and able to think, relax and soothe my mind and heart. A few hours later my friend came to know of my state, but asked him for now let me rest and sleep. The next day was my "girlfriend" to apologize to me, and when my mother told me I was here I told him to leave, they would not hear of it, my mom told him not to revisit.
And so the days passed and I started reading some books distract a bit, and reading a rather old title which I do not remember the name, I developed something drastic and effective method to finally overcome what happened, indeed, forget her and what she felt for her, forever. I never wanted to name him again because I never use, but now I can match the command "sudo rm-f", and I did almost the same: out of my mind and heart to her, how she felt about her and everything I do remember. And after a few weeks of applying this method returned to my normal classes, and all were worried about me (which was then one of the most prominent ones and college students, according to my teachers), but something was terribly wrong, and it was that had inhibited my ability to feel. Feelings, emotions, all that was left me, and had lost because of it, APCF (initial), and what I experienced that day. I swore that I erased from my mind than ever, never again to use this method in a situation as much as he wanted.
The following year I met a girl who helped me with their presence to recover what I lost, and I can write you today, and live what I've experienced so far. It's part of my past, yes, but well past it was something that only I could do at that time since no one else could as I could. My ex-girlfriend disappeared since those days and vaguely heard of your life or something or other notable, but I realized I did not care what happened to her, and did not want, and unfortunately still is. I can not hate people, but she has been the closest to my definition of "hate." And sorry to be so.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Obtain Marriage Certificate Aurangabad

Interview with Jorge Luis Borges

The April 14, 1976, Jorge Luis Borges gave an interview to Dennis Dutton and Michael Palencia-Roth, editor of Philosophy and Literature . Was published on the Internet for the first time recently.

In this link is the text of the interview in the English original plus a 15-minute audio.

was read once and I decided. I venture to translate into English Borges. Just a few paragraphs, its content, by that bridge between beauty and truth, I'm obsessed.

Sandwich original with my version. Also some notes, hoping that someone dialogue with them.

Denis Dutton: Why do not you tell us about Some of the Philosophers Who Have Influenced your work, in Whom you've been the MOST interested?

Borges: Well, I think that's an easy one. I think you Might Terms of talk in two: Those Would Be Berkeley and Schopenhauer. But I suppose Hume Might Be Worked in Also, Because, after all, of course Hume refute Berkeley. But really, I eat from Berkeley - Even if Berkeley eat from Locke. You Might Think of Locke, of Berkeley, and Hume as Being of three links in an argument. But when to refute somebody somebody else in philosophy, he's carrying capability on the argument.

DD: Why not tell us about the philosophers who exerted influence on his work, those who have been most interested?

JLB: Well, I think that's an easy question. I think one could speak in terms of two, that would be Berkeley and Schopenhauer. But I suppose that Hume should be included, because, after all, of course refutes Berkeley. But in fact, comes from Berkeley Berkeley-even when it comes to Locke. One might think Locke, Berkeley and Hume as three links in an argument. But when someone rejects someone else in philosophy, is continuing the argument. "

T. N.
Inevitably, the word" link "in English connotes today hyperlink, linked text. And it might not be a bad translation. Although the effect would be diverted from the "links". I decided to link, by the idea of \u200b\u200blinear continuity of a logical argument. "Connections" as we know them today, and not as imagined Borges-break with the linearity of text. The truth is that the original in English is richer than my biased translation.

Borges: But then, to my surprise — and I suppose you can explain this to me, since you are philosophers and I am not — what Schopenhauer says is that all those things have no existence except in the brain. And that the universe — I remember these words, I don’t think I’m inventing them now — “ist ein Gehirnphänomen,” that the world is a cerebral phenomenon. Now, when I read that I was baffled. Because, of course, if you think of the universe, I suppose the brain is as much a part of the external world as the stars or the moon. Because the brain after all is a system of — I don’t know — of visual, of tactile, perceptions. But he keeps on insisting on the brain.

JLB: But then, to my surprise, and I suppose you can explain this, since you and I are non-philosophers as Schopenhauer says, is that all these things have no existence exept in the brain. And the universe, remember these words, do not think I'm inventing them now, "is ein Gehirnphänomen," the world is a brain phenomenon. Now when I read that I was taken aback. Because, of course, if one thinks of the universe, I guess the brain is as much a part of the outside world as the stars or the moon. Because the brain, after all, is a system I do not know, visual perception, tactile. But he insists the brain. "

N. T.
I wonder if I could use the term "mind" as a synonym for "brain." It seems that in this case, by including the word "brain", Borges was stressing the body and not in mental function or consciousness (see later in the interview when he quotes Hume and contrast). Or maybe it's just the connotation I want to read this text.


The final paragraph of the interview, it could be a statement of principles for a blogger foreshadowed:

"But I Would like to make That it clear if any ideas Are to Be Found in What I write, after the meat Those writing ideas. I mean, I Began by the writing, I Began by the story, I Began with the dream, if you want to call it That. And Then Afterwards, Perhaps, Some idea of \u200b\u200bit meat. But I did not begin, as I say, by the moral and Then writing a fable to Prove It. "

" But I would like to make clear that if they have to find some idea on what I write, these ideas came after writing. I mean, I started by writing, I began the story, I started with the dream, if you prefer to call it. And then later, perhaps, one idea came from that. But I did not start, as I say, by moral and then wrote the story to prove it. "

T. N.
eat well I decide to leave the faithful to the original, although in English, would have to make some tweaks. I prefer to retain the use discouraged by Maria Moliner of commas "breathe", to evoke the classic way to space words-even the stuttering-the oral Borges. Excess stripes should be no doubt that today, after listening to this video Borges I was rereading Emily Dickinson .




The minute 4, Borges reminds councils his father

"He told me to read everything I could. That only write when he felt the inner need to. And above all, I would not rush to publish."