Monday, July 9, 2007

Long Does Take Get Std

I Do not Know What To Do With Me

. I no longer know what to do with me.

No, not true. I mean, yes, but that will not write that day, but rather the thing is to comment on my blog and has little music (thanks to Carimy told me step by step how to do it, but I assumed it was something complicated).

Well, from week past could hear "The Husband" by Pedro Guerra, who probably put back later.

today officially say, I put "I Do not Know What To Do With Me" by Cuarteto de Nos, Uruguayan group quite like me, that I live a few months ago and I hope you please someone over here.

There highlighted in red the parts with which, say, I identified immediately.

And
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[Ah, to hear the Rolita: the option is there in the right column under my profile and before the list of favorite blogs. And occasionally put other ditties, and the eclectic like me].




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I Do not Know What To Do With Me

forced've had to go to church, and played on the piano "Für Elise"
have learned to distort my smile as I walked along the ledge;
place and changed my bed, I did comedy, drama did,
was concrete and I went around the bush, and I did good and I had a bad reputation.
ethical and I was already erratic because I was skeptical and was fanatical
I became apathetic and was methodical, and I was lewd and chaotic.
already read Arthur Conan Doyle , I went from naphtha to gas oil,
read and Breton and Moliere, and slept on mattress and box spring.
I changed my hair color, and I was against and for,
what gave me pleasure now gives me pain, I've been across the counter.

And I hear a voice say without reason: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I am more and more alike, I do not know what to do with me. Already

I drowned in a glass of water , and planted coffee in Nicaragua,
and I went to try their luck in USA, and playing Russian roulette,
and believed in the Martian I became a lacto ovo vegetarian, healthy.
I still and went gypsy, and I was tranqui and hands up. I
the course of mythology, but to me the gods were laughing. Gold
saved her here rhythmology scraping and applying.

I tried it, and smoked, and took, 've quit, I signed, and I went, and hit, and suffered, and evaded, and fled, and I took, I went and returned, and pretended, and lied.
And among the many falsehoods, and many of my lies are true.
adversity and I easily complicate me in trifles.

And I hear a voice that says rightly: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I am more and more alike, I do not know what to do with me.

I already did a facelift, I got a piercing, I went to the Dream Team and there was no feeling.
Me Che tattooed on one cheek, above the mom to not leave,
and I laughed and I could care less about things and people that scare me now ,
fasted for reasons to fart, I enticed by spiedo chicken.

I went to a psychologist, was the theologian, went to the astrologer, was the winemaker,
I became an alcoholic and I lambeta, and was anonymous and I did diet,
and threw stones and spat at the place where I now work,
and my file has a piece that I behaved well and I built mess.

And I hear a voice say without reason: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I am more and more alike I do not know what to do with me.

And I hear a voice that says rightly: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I am more and more alike, I do not know what to do with me.

El Cuarteto de Nos

Friday, June 29, 2007

Movie Magic Mac Torrrent

The bad reader I am and philosophy

'm bad reader. A lot. And to top it off, a few years now has led me to prefer the philosophy of the novel, short story or poetry. I still love, but I read less. And

philosophy that almost did not read because I did not understand, now it happens that attracts me a lot. Not all philosophy [you still have the religious Asquith, for example, that in no way seems to me philosophically, in fact makes me poor people supposed to talk about philosophy is to talk about religion, or worse, talk about God , or worse, the Christian God, or worse, of its version of a Christian God].

My philosophy seriously interested me when I read Kant. And I did not understand, clear [at least not completely], but the challenge that to understand the categorical imperative was an echo effect on my [or domino or butterfly effect, say to model].

Understanding Kant was first necessary to understand Descartes, a bit like Aristotle and a little more. But then Kant led me to other philosophers, I read lately, say, and also I can not understand.

All this comes up because I have a few days trying to read "Equality and Partiality," by Thomas Nagel and before I read "If You Are Equal, How come you are so rich?" By Gerald Cohen. As I understand it, both books are planned [separate media, of course, but in academic circles more or less close] 10-15 years ago.

The two books of both authors are part of the legacy of John Rawls indirect philosophy policy. In all three cases [the two books mentioned and all of Rawls's work, but remarkably his "Theory of Justice"], the intention is to discuss the potential ethical equality in contexts such as contemporary societies.

Cohen's book is not really so difficult to me [except in very few and specific paragraphs], because it is the collection of lectures. But it's Tim Nagel, yes. I do not understand. Too much for me. And it frustrates me [not as much as Heidegger, Habermas and Kant himself, but beyond me. Quite].

Leo and read, but do not understand. And as I understand, soon escapes me understanding and I am empty again. At times like this I give up and drop almost novels. But no, I never liked to make things easy on easy or because they have no choice. I like doing what I like, albeit difficult and thus can not [and often is difficult and I can not handle it].

while ago I decided to give me two hours of continuous, dedicated specifically to understand two paginitas the book that stuck with me since day before yesterday. I ran [at 14:00 exactly] to a cafe nearby. No one was looking, not to be distracted in any way.

I opened the book and began to read, reread and reread. And nothing. I ran two hours and I had to return without success. [May one day I can return to this post and say that I could understand the text].

This part, in particular, still leaving me perplexed

"What does the standard of reasonable rejection morally permitted to be subjected to real contrast the legitimacy of a system that is different from rejection based only on a higher influence and an unmodified self-interest? We know that the intrusion of a moral element is not directly political, in the process of justification could be avoided by bringing fairness to a position of complete control, but fortunately that's not the only way. While the attitude of impartiality, which is the first consequence of the point of view, plays an important role in determining any acceptable result must also be adjusted in some way to the point of view, looking for principles that recognize the importance of those goals in life each person, and to determine how much weight they should be attributed in general "

Thomas Nagel Equality and Partiality

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

How Do I Find My Combination Number For Lock?

Paris, je t'aime ausi

I saw last week. I knew her since they were filming, but did not know that was already in Mexico.

That day the plan was to go to the movies with Alina and his "manager" Maricarmen. Fortunately my lack of availability of time could only be made after 7 pm and a movie theater in the South.
What a surprise to see that " Paris, Je T'Aime " was the choice at that time in that theater. The best is that of the two or three things I knew about the movie, which were love stories about places of Paris (a short film from, related by geography), who was in Cannes last year, participating in the project Cohen Brothers, the Coixet, Juliette Binoche, the Portman ...-, I must say that it was actually better than I expected.

is one of those movies that one imagines he sees (or films, or that someone should shoot for one) from the best that we like at a certain time. See, for example, the style that French films, to Jeunet and Caro, American performances, English and Latin.

How about in a couple of hours, get together Leonor Watling, Natalie Portman, Catalina Sandino (Maria Full of Grace), Juliette Binoche, Maggie Gyllenhaal (Secretary), Ludivine Sagnier (Swimming Pool), Fanny Ardant (8 Women, Nathalie, Ridiculous) Miranda Richardson (The Hours), Julie Bataille, Emily Mortimer (Match Point) and Geena Rowlands.

Or Gerard Depardieu, Steve Buscemi, Willem Dafoe, Javier Cámara, Elijah Wood, Rufus Sewell (Hamlet, Kenneth Branagh version), Nick Nolte, Wes Craven, Ben Gazzara and Scroeder Barbet (director of The Lady of the Assassins).
Well, guess who directed this or that episode, or resources to recognize styles seen in other movies, say what Ethan and black humor Joel Cohen, a tragedy that is coming and do not can be avoided by Isabel Coixet, the everyday and unexpected Alfonso Cuarón, the speed as possible from Tom Tykwer, the well-remembered characters of Gus Van Sant, the winks funny that Claudie Ossard give your productions.

did not want to end up and when she had wanted to see her again. And go again because I did not identify the Watling when he left, but I know what part for her. Sure, I should have known that the segment where Javier Cámara the doctor does, the only segment to guess who directed, the Catalan director Isabel Coixet.

Finally the tune, so French and so on film. And got the little songs in mp3 and I keep hearing it, but although I have them when I can I'll buy the soundtrack, if it comes to Mexico, because insurance is worth it too.

I leave the little letters of the lullaby that sings Catalina Sandino, who was eager to see in a movie and there was another surprise to find it (how much I love her voice, her little tone, its Colombian fracesicas).

What Linda Manito
What a nice little hand that I have, pretty and blanquita what God gave me, what beautiful eyes I have, how cute little black and God gave me, what a pretty little mouth that I have, how cute and very red that God gave me, what cute little ducks that I have, what cute and chubby that God gave me, what pretty little hands that I have, how nice and white boys God gave me ...


And here the trailer of the movie:




--- And remember:


1 .- The scene where a single man laments not to find love and suddenly a woman faints beside his car, goes up, expected to recover and not let more.

2 .- Teaching not look anyone straight in the eye while you are in the Paris metro: it's rude and the French could react such strange ways.

3 .- The beautiful woman immigrant forced to leave every evening at his son for work as a nanny to a baby alien.

4 .- A man determinedly willing to divorce because he no longer wants his wife. But before his confession, she steps forward and says that she has a terminal illness and will die soon. Within months of his agony serve to revive the love.

5 .- A cowboy hero at midnight on the streets of Paris for the last time brings a heartbroken woman killed her newborn, a fan of Westerns.

6 .- A pampering from head to toe and from morning to night, the first to live in simulated building, the condo-mime, which is the space between two buildings of truth.

7 .- The older man who is late for an appointment with a young woman, apologizes to her and you imagine some kind of loving relationship between the two, but in reality it is more tender than it seems.

8 .- The beautiful and famous actress, shooting happened in a Paris suburb, suddenly smitten by a petty drug supplier for whom it represents just one more customer.

9 .- The color girl, dying in a place that finally gets his love at first sight the day before you accept a coffee but can never enjoy, nor is it, and explains his tragic and sad situation. 10 .-

mature couple, who recreates his seduction games pretending to know for the first time and quite by accident in a Paris bar.

11 .- The beautiful vampire in love with his intended victim, who decides for love not to drink your blood (red ink as a comic) and love is bound to turn into a vampire to save him.

12 .- Oscar Wilde out of his grave and rebuilding a love that lack of poetic sensibility is going to lose.

13 .- The blind boy, whose life suddenly falls apart by a phone call from his girlfriend (say, as beautiful as Natalie Portman), whom he met while she was rehearsing a dialogue for a casting of a play and who now, already triumphant in the performance, communicates its decision to terminate the relationship.

14 .- The American tourist (who speaks French better than me), traveling alone in Paris, where he gets to see love, youth, beauty, happiness and contrast with the situation so far from everything. A tourist who gets to see from far away to Paris and Paris and all it represents.