Thursday, October 20, 2005

Images Suitcase Piercing

PASSIONS IN MEMORIAM

Yesterday I was too busy with work issues and problems caused by this page, so I have not known until today. I knew I was sick and had stopped his daily meeting with your readers. Even yesterday I thought that, by age, you may not have much time. As I thought, I knew that time had been exhausted.
This text is red for obvious reasons. I did not always agree with the things he said, have not shared many of his views, but always was curious to read what he said in his daily column. And a lot of respect. And some tenderness. And a lot of compassion, knew only superficially, three of the four children she has buried, and have always believed that there should be nothing more terrible than to bury a child because it is a fact of life that your descendants will survive.
In a final gesture, this reporter / analyst insatiable curiosity has donated her body to science ... Farewell Harold!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Does Expired Blistex Still Work

CYBERNETIC WAY WHY SOME ONDINA


... and that science progresses it is an outrage!
First TV (one in B / N 14 ") arrived home shortly before Franco's death (maybe in '74), and although my brother once had a Spectrum (if I remember correctly), I I contacted a computer until the early '90s. About 15 years ago I bought my first answering machine: was in love and wanted to get rid of dependence on the telephone. The answering machine let me know that this person had called, and hearing his voice, without having to give up going to the movies or out with friends when he was traveling the world. It felt like liberating, but I must admit that every night when I got home, the first thing I did was listen to messages.
I bought my first computer (a contraption used) a little later, arriving at Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwhen I started work writing material for collections kiosk. Cost 100,000 pesetas me then, but I'm a perfectionist and constantly repeating the pages, even in an electronic machine, infuriated me. When it became clear he was going to make a living with it, I bought a new, modest but better, I already had internet connection.
Meanwhile, the people around me had been buying phones. My first phone was a device (large and those that had an antenna that had to display) was old and obsolete (like my first computer) when I received it, my mother gave me when he bought a more modern, and that not so long ago. It was almost an anachronism, but to me, fulfill their service (basically a telephone access in difficult circumstances, or locate the other when the appointment is in the street and there have been an oversight or a delay).
Meanwhile, it was time to change your computer (age so fast!).
The doctor advised me to buy one that allowed me to work with his elbows on the table (for the kinds of tendonitis), and thought about buying a stationary flat screen to fit it to the bottom the desktop. At the end I opted for a laptop that allowed me to mount it, occupying less and could take with me when traveling (this just two years ago.)
Around the same time I changed my phone for a more modern (which has already become old, but I do not care) with a lot of features that have never used. Now when I go out worries me forget the phone (though not usually come back for it if that happens) and when I travel, I always carry extra weight: the computer. And wherever you are looking for time to connect, I check mail from Outlook, then of Gmail, then visit the pages of my friends, and now mine, to see what's new ... and I am appalled to think that the computer may have a fault that prevents me accceder all these things. I feel dumb and blind.
Nevertheless, I try to keep a distance, I had a short chat semiadicción, but found that they lie a lot and people end up being less interesting than it promises. I prefer the reverse of the usual option, do it with people I know and at that point is beyond me, because I refuse to allow a screen to replace the pleasure of playing, or simply feel closer to the people I love. Although I am glad that there is a means to facilitate contact when away (from Barcelona, \u200b\u200bsometimes I miss a lot). Moreover, since I have computer, I write a lot more with my friends, only instead of using envelopes and stamps, sent letters by mail.
If I call the phone while I accompanied the conversation try to be brief, because I think a lack of education have others waiting for you to crash, and still gives me some embarrassment answer the phone when I'm surrounded of people, or on public transport, situations in which everyone knows what you mean.
But if I go out to dinner and then want to stay with others for a drink, the phone allows me to finalize the appointment, and if I receive a call from someone I care about, hearing his voice gives me great pleasure ...

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Bedding Like Urban Outfitters?






Ondina, by Rackham.

The page is called that because long ago, when I moved to Barcelona , I started writing a novel under that title. It was about reuniting with the city (born here) and the way in which places, objects or odors awaken dormant memories. The novel will never be written, It has produced though other possible books that maybe if you come to write. Also because the memory , memories and recovery mechanisms, I am very interested in the scientific sense and essayist, and because the memories and biographies , ie what people write about themselves or about other are one of my favorite readings.
The tides of has to do with the waves that sometimes form memories when you assault (as the memories come into consciousness as objects brought in by the undertow) and my fascination Tues (as Serrat I too was born in the Mediterranean), one of the reasons which weighed when making the decision to leave Madrid (which, unfortunately, has no sea, and that despite the affection that I have and how often I go back, I do not regret having left).
Lo Ondina, water nymph, has much to do with it and fascination with reading the little book of the same name, authored by Friedrich de la Motte Fouque, aroused in me when I discovered. In a very curious when I was about 16 years, I had a boyfriend charlatan, but very entertaining, who liked to tell stories, and a meeting friends told us the story of Undine, the nymph who gave up immortality for the love of a human ... I'm not telling because I will not spoil the story for those who decide to read it (which I highly recommend). Fascinated by the story I sought, unsuccessfully, an edition of the book, until the best man at my brother (who had attended a family conversation in which I mentioned my unsuccessful search) gave me his copy, and used, and in a cheap edition pocket without illustrations. Despite the modesty of this, is one of the best gifts I've ever received (although I think he never knew how much I appreciated his gesture.) Read history hitherto known only in a large but short oral version, and still liked me. Over time, it has become a sort of book-fetish.
Those who may be interested in reading it, know that is a very romantic and sad story that ends badly. On the other hand is very brief and easy to read. (Some years later, made a carefully Olañeta beautiful illustrated edition, which also bought). Interestingly, I've read Ondina many times and yet I've never tried to read something else of the author (perhaps, without knowing it, lest the rest of his disappoint me?), a gap that at this time I intend to run the risk of refilling.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Sleep Apnea Pre-existing

GIBLETS

thought posting some other things that go around the head, but I was impressed by the article today in El País, of Rosa Montero (I guess you can read it by entering the page of the newspaper, which I think now is free to access, if not, I say and try to scan it and post it here) . I am touched by your ability to get excited about not only the great tragedies, but also sensitive. With the 10,000 boat people lying dead on the bottom Caribbean and the misfortune of a poor kitty, lost in the subway tracks. I, "most" want to be like her and retain the ability to hurt me the tragedy of others, whatever their nature and dimension. (This may open an interesting debate about the ability of emotion and the need to know the pain, at least to some extent, to appreciate the pleasure).
The second issue I raised reading comes from an old debate among friends (we were talking about how many left intellectuals are not as critical to the outrages of the Communists and with the "fascists") in which some claimed that Rosa Montero did not condemn in a clear and open dictatorship that is, in Fidel Castro. I argued that it did. A few days after that debate, she published an article, also on the last page of El País (if anyone wants the reference I think I can find it), where it was clear its position as evidenced by what he writes today.
As I do not want that input is tedious because of the length, I leave here.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

How Do Honda Pilots Do In The Snow



I incites envy. Everyone opens up a blog, so I also want one. I thought it would be more complicated, but it is really easy. (Thanks, Daniel for showing me it was so easy; and thank you, Luis, since I have created from your own site.) I guess until you get the hang of the thing will be a bit bland, but have a little patience because I have not yet very clear what I want, and technical possibilities. I start with something simple and recent: last Wednesday I was at the Festival of Sitges. I went to see the film by Jordi Torrent brúixola L'est (The east of the compass) , which I found fascinating. Jordi is an old (old?) Friend of my brother in 20 years I've seen a few times and I have known more for verbal references to Daniel that he had talked with him. In short, the film is wonderful and I look forward to the cinemas for everyone to see. You can find a more extensive commentary, which I support almost entirely in laoficinaimaginaria . Blogspot.com