Is this the result of the euphoria of winning at Ripon, or the result of other substances?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Lasagna Tin Foil On Pot
Across: Pass the wind
Saturday, February 19
NOT DISCUSS
"Every day you are more unbearable," a friend tells me. "Soon there will be no you're impossible." The truth is that I've always liked to discuss, I'm a born polemicist, but increasingly find fewer people with whom I like to discuss. What a waste of time. It's like playing chess someone who does not respect the rules or cheat without being continually made aware of that does.
"You think you're smarter than anybody," he is my friend Elena. "Think you're the only one reported before talking about a topic, the only one who respects the rules of logic, the only one not widespread abuse ..."
accept the reprimand because every time I like less discuss, especially if there is an audience before which to try to show off. But the truth, I must admit that I think are smarter than many people, I try to tell me before talking about any issue, respect the rules of logic, no widespread abuse. And every time I find it harder to say "that is nonsense "when I hear that nonsense.
"God gave us the thought as evidence. / Blessed are those who do not know that it takes, "writes Unamuno and I must make an effort not to apply them to my friend while I hear about this and that nonsense.
I like to discuss how others like to play soccer or tennis. As they put all their effort to win, I put all my efforts to be right. But if I have not, nothing happens. I give a hand to my opponent and I'm glad I learned something new or having delivered an error.
But do not argue about anything, of course. Not occur to me to engage in polemics whether it is better to vote for this party or that other person. Now what if I would defend before any game is what should join if you are vocationally corrupt, someone with the lucrative trend bordering on legality and often out of it. To me, if these, or I happen to affiliate with the Socialist Party. There, at the first hurdle, they turn away from you and leave you at the feet of horses, and the good Riopedre, that the Government of Asturias exconsejero that old age has become the unwitting star of a novel by Franz Kafka. First you stop, you will be humiliated, he imprisons and then, without any hurry, looking for a particular crime is to accuse him. What a difference from the Popular Party. Yes there is human rights defenders of the corrupt, alleged or not. There will be pampered and loves them, they are piropea jelly, throw the dogs against judges and prosecutors, they are put under the protection of Federico Trillo, who in court knows it all and would be able saved from the gallows to Jack the Ripper.
I'm not saying that there is more corruption in one party than another. I'm just saying that if I were a politician and not be able to resist certain temptations seek to affiliate with the party that best I'd try, to which I was going to leave my position until he had strong conviction and he would ensure them that no never arrived.
Sunday, February 20
not think
Talk Francisco Lain, the man who served as acting president during the hours of occupation of the Congress of Deputies: "I gave Adolfo Suárez a confidential report prepared by the services police information. Before he had gone to the Interior Minister Juan Jose Roson, but when I read it said it was too hard and why I released it Adolfo directory. In the report, two pages, indicating that King did not attempt to criticize harshly to President Smith in conversation with people and very different environments. It added that the monarch expressed openly disagreed with decisions made by Smith and raised the desirability of a possible relief of the president. "
If that is true, and we have no reason to doubt, it is clear that in the coup that took us thirty years ago there was guessing, as in the murder according to the tenth Villamediana attributed to Góngora, "an impulse sovereign." And the king, may be as folksy and friendly as you like, but it seems clear (with reports by police) that his behavior, contrary to what flatterers say, has not always been "impeccably constitutional." But I the king that a basic sense of prudence than he seemed lacking back in 1980 and 1981 - I think not. I merely record for when circumstances change, that I was not (nor in the case of the limitation of rights to part of the Basque population with tricks that do not bother to appear legal) who communed with chauvinistic millstones.
Monday, February 21
THE UNFAITHFUL LOVER
Am I in love with myself? I'm afraid so, and for all, but however much I try I can not stay faithful to that one true love.
Tuesday, February 22
AROUND THE WORLD
In my usual treasure cave, Valdés library, I encounter a Portfolio of Photografs prepared, according to the cover, "under the supervision of prominent lecturer and traveler John L. Stoddard. " It is printed in Chicago, does not indicate on what date, but everything seems to indicate that it was around 1900: Cuba is not English, is not a car through the streets and along the Brooklyn Bridge still does not appear in Manhattan Built in 1903. Even the photograph had not been so popular and volume, as stressed by the prologue, was a treasure.
As I take a coffee give a fascinating trip around the world a century ago. I stop particular routine I'm that, in places I know: the Piazza dell 'Acqua Verde, in Genoa, where, after the statue of Columbus, still do not see a hotel that I know well; Naples seen from San Martino, with Vesuvius smoke making your particular question mark, Marina Grande, where the sea Capri let you get your feet wet, the boulevards of Paris, "the city of this" we are told, as Rome (see the Capitol with statues and are not) is the city of the past ... Photos of jungles and mountains, waterfalls and gorges interest me less. I prefer the work of man that God's work. Put another way, I more interested in what God is doing through the man who makes directly, "where there is no corrupted everything artifice of nature."
A coffee, a book, a time just for me and the whole world at my fingertips and my dreams. I'm a lucky man.
s Wednesday, February 23
THIRTY YEARS AFTER
As everyone, including me asked me where I was an afternoon like today thirty years ago. Read my answer, in the same newspaper edition Avilesina I read then, while taking a coffee after going through the library "Banks Candamo" and leave it with a new book: "I just leave the library Bances Candamo and was browsing the books in a cafeteria ..." I fall
soon realized that at six and a half from February 23, 2011 I'm doing, and almost in the same place, exactly what he was doing at that time on February 23, 1981. I suspect that my reputation as the routine I have is well earned.
Thursday, February 24 A SONG
"Ma noi siamo come l'erba dei prati / che present on il vento Passaro know ..." Where did that song I heard this afternoon sad again and again to my memory? And suddenly I remember, I remember it well. We had spent the day together, an endless summer day, bright and a cool breeze eased the heat. At eleven p.m. started a train at eleven-forty other. Iban in opposite directions. We had arrived in time to the station. We sat in the cafeteria and suddenly, after the euphoric days, full of churches and palaces, and that corner in the garden di Boboli, away from all eyes fell on us all tired and all the melancholy of the world. Knew too well from the beginning that he would not have had before then and none intended to regret. The two had another life in another place and we were happy with it and the grace of this adventure (which happen by chance, stumble upon two or three places with phone in hand: "It seems we took the same route we could go together ") was precisely in its alacrity without compromise.
" I wish this day never ends, I said, knowing it was better not to say, it was better not say anything. "I would have liked that did not end precisely because it never ends.'ve known my best side, I have others, "he answered." It's better that way, I know, but that does not mean that now I feel the most miserable person in the world after having been the most fortunate. " "I get the impression that this film and I have seen more than once," he answered trying to take a joke my sadness, it was yours too. "Sometimes life is like bad movies topical and sentimental" I tried to joke. And then someone had a transistor on a nearby table (it was still the time when people used transistors) rang that song, I've never heard again, which I only remember two lines: "Ma come siamo noi l ' erba dei prati / che present on ...». know Passaro il vento
Friday, February 25 STILL
Yes, we are like the grass of the meadows which feels about himself pass wind ... The wind that you took you to Paris and then New York, and me to Rome then to Oviedo. The wind that blows me away still and increasingly move myself without even the site.
I almost lose my train, which was first started. I know too well not have been happier had he been less cautious and would have lost. I know too well. But now, on this sad morning, I again remembered a song about the grass of the meadows and see you smiling saying goodbye on the platform. Smiling, without a tear, but something tells me that if you train had been the first to leave you would have lost. And another would have been my life. I do not know if better or worse, I know differently. And today there's nobody who does not envy just be me.
Saturday, February 19
NOT DISCUSS
"Every day you are more unbearable," a friend tells me. "Soon there will be no you're impossible." The truth is that I've always liked to discuss, I'm a born polemicist, but increasingly find fewer people with whom I like to discuss. What a waste of time. It's like playing chess someone who does not respect the rules or cheat without being continually made aware of that does.
"You think you're smarter than anybody," he is my friend Elena. "Think you're the only one reported before talking about a topic, the only one who respects the rules of logic, the only one not widespread abuse ..."
accept the reprimand because every time I like less discuss, especially if there is an audience before which to try to show off. But the truth, I must admit that I think are smarter than many people, I try to tell me before talking about any issue, respect the rules of logic, no widespread abuse. And every time I find it harder to say "that is nonsense "when I hear that nonsense.
"God gave us the thought as evidence. / Blessed are those who do not know that it takes, "writes Unamuno and I must make an effort not to apply them to my friend while I hear about this and that nonsense.
I like to discuss how others like to play soccer or tennis. As they put all their effort to win, I put all my efforts to be right. But if I have not, nothing happens. I give a hand to my opponent and I'm glad I learned something new or having delivered an error.
But do not argue about anything, of course. Not occur to me to engage in polemics whether it is better to vote for this party or that other person. Now what if I would defend before any game is what should join if you are vocationally corrupt, someone with the lucrative trend bordering on legality and often out of it. To me, if these, or I happen to affiliate with the Socialist Party. There, at the first hurdle, they turn away from you and leave you at the feet of horses, and the good Riopedre, that the Government of Asturias exconsejero that old age has become the unwitting star of a novel by Franz Kafka. First you stop, you will be humiliated, he imprisons and then, without any hurry, looking for a particular crime is to accuse him. What a difference from the Popular Party. Yes there is human rights defenders of the corrupt, alleged or not. There will be pampered and loves them, they are piropea jelly, throw the dogs against judges and prosecutors, they are put under the protection of Federico Trillo, who in court knows it all and would be able saved from the gallows to Jack the Ripper.
I'm not saying that there is more corruption in one party than another. I'm just saying that if I were a politician and not be able to resist certain temptations seek to affiliate with the party that best I'd try, to which I was going to leave my position until he had strong conviction and he would ensure them that no never arrived.
Sunday, February 20
not think
Talk Francisco Lain, the man who served as acting president during the hours of occupation of the Congress of Deputies: "I gave Adolfo Suárez a confidential report prepared by the services police information. Before he had gone to the Interior Minister Juan Jose Roson, but when I read it said it was too hard and why I released it Adolfo directory. In the report, two pages, indicating that King did not attempt to criticize harshly to President Smith in conversation with people and very different environments. It added that the monarch expressed openly disagreed with decisions made by Smith and raised the desirability of a possible relief of the president. "
If that is true, and we have no reason to doubt, it is clear that in the coup that took us thirty years ago there was guessing, as in the murder according to the tenth Villamediana attributed to Góngora, "an impulse sovereign." And the king, may be as folksy and friendly as you like, but it seems clear (with reports by police) that his behavior, contrary to what flatterers say, has not always been "impeccably constitutional." But I the king that a basic sense of prudence than he seemed lacking back in 1980 and 1981 - I think not. I merely record for when circumstances change, that I was not (nor in the case of the limitation of rights to part of the Basque population with tricks that do not bother to appear legal) who communed with chauvinistic millstones.
Monday, February 21
THE UNFAITHFUL LOVER
Am I in love with myself? I'm afraid so, and for all, but however much I try I can not stay faithful to that one true love.
Tuesday, February 22
AROUND THE WORLD
In my usual treasure cave, Valdés library, I encounter a Portfolio of Photografs prepared, according to the cover, "under the supervision of prominent lecturer and traveler John L. Stoddard. " It is printed in Chicago, does not indicate on what date, but everything seems to indicate that it was around 1900: Cuba is not English, is not a car through the streets and along the Brooklyn Bridge still does not appear in Manhattan Built in 1903. Even the photograph had not been so popular and volume, as stressed by the prologue, was a treasure.
As I take a coffee give a fascinating trip around the world a century ago. I stop particular routine I'm that, in places I know: the Piazza dell 'Acqua Verde, in Genoa, where, after the statue of Columbus, still do not see a hotel that I know well; Naples seen from San Martino, with Vesuvius smoke making your particular question mark, Marina Grande, where the sea Capri let you get your feet wet, the boulevards of Paris, "the city of this" we are told, as Rome (see the Capitol with statues and are not) is the city of the past ... Photos of jungles and mountains, waterfalls and gorges interest me less. I prefer the work of man that God's work. Put another way, I more interested in what God is doing through the man who makes directly, "where there is no corrupted everything artifice of nature."
A coffee, a book, a time just for me and the whole world at my fingertips and my dreams. I'm a lucky man.
s Wednesday, February 23
THIRTY YEARS AFTER
As everyone, including me asked me where I was an afternoon like today thirty years ago. Read my answer, in the same newspaper edition Avilesina I read then, while taking a coffee after going through the library "Banks Candamo" and leave it with a new book: "I just leave the library Bances Candamo and was browsing the books in a cafeteria ..." I fall
soon realized that at six and a half from February 23, 2011 I'm doing, and almost in the same place, exactly what he was doing at that time on February 23, 1981. I suspect that my reputation as the routine I have is well earned.
Thursday, February 24 A SONG
"Ma noi siamo come l'erba dei prati / che present on il vento Passaro know ..." Where did that song I heard this afternoon sad again and again to my memory? And suddenly I remember, I remember it well. We had spent the day together, an endless summer day, bright and a cool breeze eased the heat. At eleven p.m. started a train at eleven-forty other. Iban in opposite directions. We had arrived in time to the station. We sat in the cafeteria and suddenly, after the euphoric days, full of churches and palaces, and that corner in the garden di Boboli, away from all eyes fell on us all tired and all the melancholy of the world. Knew too well from the beginning that he would not have had before then and none intended to regret. The two had another life in another place and we were happy with it and the grace of this adventure (which happen by chance, stumble upon two or three places with phone in hand: "It seems we took the same route we could go together ") was precisely in its alacrity without compromise.
" I wish this day never ends, I said, knowing it was better not to say, it was better not say anything. "I would have liked that did not end precisely because it never ends.'ve known my best side, I have others, "he answered." It's better that way, I know, but that does not mean that now I feel the most miserable person in the world after having been the most fortunate. " "I get the impression that this film and I have seen more than once," he answered trying to take a joke my sadness, it was yours too. "Sometimes life is like bad movies topical and sentimental" I tried to joke. And then someone had a transistor on a nearby table (it was still the time when people used transistors) rang that song, I've never heard again, which I only remember two lines: "Ma come siamo noi l ' erba dei prati / che present on ...». know Passaro il vento
Friday, February 25 STILL
Yes, we are like the grass of the meadows which feels about himself pass wind ... The wind that you took you to Paris and then New York, and me to Rome then to Oviedo. The wind that blows me away still and increasingly move myself without even the site.
I almost lose my train, which was first started. I know too well not have been happier had he been less cautious and would have lost. I know too well. But now, on this sad morning, I again remembered a song about the grass of the meadows and see you smiling saying goodbye on the platform. Smiling, without a tear, but something tells me that if you train had been the first to leave you would have lost. And another would have been my life. I do not know if better or worse, I know differently. And today there's nobody who does not envy just be me.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Mexican-american Hair
Rebollo face
'm a writer, but I never thought so sharp a turn in a response ... Now I know why I'm so bad!
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David Muñoz:
Good evening, my question is addressed to Councilwoman Carmen Rebollo. Etas was made public last week to hire a young coach gaining ap EXT $ 3,000 and is not passed at any time for this Ayuntamient or, if no one saw it happened. You were responsible for the area youth for 7 years and everyone knows that the will has never been to promote this area, provided the basis of lack of budget, commitment, political will, but a technician hired by the City Council never step charging $ 3,000 a month. The public deserves an explanation, I hope I can explain it and if not, the silence and is a response.
I think has been the subject turns to youth advisor, I think the two years we have been the work of youth been done. There has been a report from City Hall and is a decision without asking me and without asking the consultant, and I think that if any irregularity is so illegal to be reported, I think the council is a mechanism to make the complaint and we denounce the court.
David
But it had a contract and is passed by the City?
I think that in these two years in youth has done all the work that has been done.
David
But whether or not?
Let's see, the consultant is not a matter of seeing or not seeing, but it worked because the work has been.
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short, a simple question like, "ever came to his job?" has failed (or did not want to) answer.
Meanwhile, the newspaper "The Case", has become a base for meet a mysterious case of such magnitude.
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