Saturday, December 16, 2006

Spanish Saying I Pappi?




A Tea in the City

I was expecting a Peruvian friend in a Starbucks, the place was crowded and the traffic outside was impossible. While I was eating a muffin and took an English tea "with a touch of milk" a lady approached me and asked me permission to sit at my table. I accepted only by education. She was tall and blond, the wrinkles on his face showed a woman who had laughed a lot and your stomach advertised their good food.

That usually happens a lot in London, that two strangers meet for the circunstancia, la casualidad, el destino o como quieran llamarlo. Después cada uno hace lo que debe de hacer y en este caso cada uno toma su té y come su muffin, y desaparece. Eso es normal por lo impersonal de la ciudad, pero esta vez ella rompió el hielo.

Me preguntó si era de Argentina, yo moví la cabeza negativamente, ella siguió:
- ¿México? ¿Pakistán? ¿España?
- Si sigues disparando nombres de países así, seguro que darás con el mío- respondí. Y empezó la conversación. Le conté mi procedencia y una que otra vaga referencia. Ella tomaba su café sin azúcar mientras que los lentes se le caían a la mitad de la nariz. La hacían be hilarious, appeared grooves marked the edge of your eyes. He spoke perfect English grammar but not only phonetically, much like the narrator of the BBC news. Worked as a professor at the University of Oxford, and I knew it began to tell his story.
- If you teach at Oxford ... And he kept telling backstage of college life. Since 2000 she had been interviewing prominent leader - told me - it was very easy to pass the knowledge test that many people had spent the last five years of his life preparing to perform and had memorized almost everything: dates, battles, painters, mathematical formulas and physical, etc.. So the interviews are a program of "Unfair questions" (questions unfair) just to make sure that the candidate fails and the candidate for a post at Oxford to answer the question in a more independent, in other words to reason and not repeat. They do this well because there are more applicants than vacancies and not everyone can be successful, obviously. When I told him to give me some examples of questions she had created, he said: - What percentage of water in the world contains a cow? (Veterinary) Why can not light a lighter in a spaceship? (In physics) "Are you cool?" Are you bacan? (In philosophy).

As we talked, a girl about twenty-five years passed by our window. She was thin, tall, wearing brown boots almost knee-pants "lycra" white. One would have sworn that Newmarket had been imported from or had just stepped off a thoroughbred race. In addition, around the neck had a black colored dog, a breed that I've never seen, but with many features of "Doberman." When the girl came in and approached our table, the professor introduced me as his daughter. - Nice to meet you, Clare - responded.

She made a joke to his mother, with reference to but the lady left me with a very intelligent and gracious response. Clare gave him a manila envelope and kissed her forehead and then said goodbye with a smile both clean. As he was leaving, I looked sideways and this time it seemed more like a model than a horse rider.

Clare's mother, softly, I said - just out of rehab because of drugs "
- Ojala not fall - was all he managed to say. After ten questions he proposed me as if I were a candidate for the university.
- Go ahead, "he said.
Of the ten questions answered nine adopted, according to the lady.
The one that I could not answer it is: What Romans wore under their togas?

Peruvians do not change, even in London, my friend called my cell to tell me an excuse for not coming, I left thinking Clare's mother who cares why they used their skirts below the Romans, were the most powerful empire on earth, that's what really matters but if anyone of the readers who can give us the name of the equivalent of a Calvin Klein boxer in the Roman empire, their response will be welcome.
paid my tea and I went into the city.

Saturday, December 2, 2006

Women In Leotards Thong




Madeinusa

two days ago I had the opportunity to see the Peruvian film Madeinusa the fifth Discovering Latin America Film Festival in London.

Claudia Llosa, director and writer, tells the story of Madeinusa (Magali Solar), a 14 year old girl who lives in a small village in the highlands of Ancash, daughter of Don Cayo, the mayor of the town. Madeinusa is bright and attractive and this will cause more problems. As we approach the celebration of Good Friday, Salvador (Carlos de la Torre), a young geologist from Lima will come wrapped in the celebration of this strange people who put aside their intense religiosity during the days of "holy time" to give free loose to their wishes, where everything is allowed, then accept that God is dead and there is no sin. Interestingly, the writer's point, imagine pcs. days without sin, what would be the first thing they?

The end is spectacular as a short story by Juan Rulfo, it should be emphasized that the script won the Coral Award for best original screenplay, in Havana, Cuba.

At the end of the projection appears Carlos de la Torre, has an American accent and a beard
actor Chuck Norris karate. We note that studies showing since a year ago in London. People want to know if Peru, he replied that his mother is Peruvian, the public is a young woman from Cusco who is outraged by the way that portrayed the Andean village, feels that there is a hint of racism in the script and that fool the audience falsifying reality. She is small, brown face and the Andes. The scene reminds me of the divisions of class, race, language and culture in my country and it saddens me a bit.

Although some Andean characters of the film are somewhat "caricature," it is not a documentary but rather a story, and I believe the license is broad in terms of fiction.

Carlos says he would have preferred that it is Claudia Llosa, it is surely better than answering questions that he, but Charles has not done badly. Grab the microphone as if it were a metal rock singer, not an independent film actor, this pose makes me think that probably belongs in Peru Miraflores. He also tells us that the actress who plays Claudia Llosa Madeinusa found selling the candles at the door of a church in the city of Ayacucho.

I really had fun enough, I was glued to the plot from beginning to end and hope to see more of this young talent named Claudia Llosa.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

5000 Units Heparin Convert To Ml




Children
attack I have to confess that we Peruvians love rice near my house is a Thai restaurant that I frequent for the fact that I can find rice every time I go, on Saturday afternoon, at lunchtime, I was there, and I noticed that many single mothers have become addicted to this place and now looks more like a kindergarten in the amount children who accompany their mothers to eat, despite this, I went to sit in the corner near the window as I always do, the waiters dressed in black were equally attentive, I ordered my favorite dish / rice fairly as you can imagine / and an orange juice if ice, always ask, I feel that when I put ice cubes in drinks stolen.

Something always happens to me is: the kids hit me, all my friends have noticed, I'm like a magnet for them, I never discovered that my approach, rather than to any other person, my friends say: "I am a lucky to be loved by these little monsters", I have my doubts, lucky would be if instead of children of Monica Belushi hit me in this world.

Then my nightmare began when she winged the table turned to me, a little chubby, as output of a Botero box, wearing a pink striped chompita Heermann, blue corduroy skirt and tiny teeth and separated. I started looking at me as if the thing was not me, then jump to my desk, I had it before me, I was still eating super indifferent. Began to make me sign with his hands. Realizing the mother that I did not give her daughter ball, grabbed it and returned it to its place, but after a few seconds the little girl and was back at my desk, now I imitated every time I had food the mouth, she pretended to eat with a spoon also imaginary.

is that I will not be able to eat in peace, I thought the other children began to follow the scene and laughing, the mothers also seemed to have fun at my expense, the future mime was imitating me, if I settled the hair she repeated the Similarly, for the time I was in the middle of my plate, trying to finish and get out of there is actually "I love children, but never for more than a minute."
A boy who looked more like a carrot at her red hair, probably a descendant of Ireland, also came to my table, and of course - charge-lot, "he said.
then gave in and started to talking thinking he could have another mime in power. The chubby started clapping.
Why clap? - I asked
I thought you were dumb - responded with a coquettish laugh.
At that point had lost her appetite and ate reluctantly, improvised a story, they are not easily swallowed the story, and asking me questions, want more details, may not realize that some children are not wanted to tell questionnaires, but instead continued with the story, thinking about what are now enlarged to children, not realizing he had already joined a little boy with a face more Rugrats version Japanese, at least he did not question my story and had those freckles spoiled as the carrot wrapped in a yellow jumpsuit, so I started to grab love, especially when nodding whenever I spoke.

I thought about my wife left me only in London, and went to see an art exhibition in Devonshire, I regretted not having the willpower to cook my food had not been in the midst of such dwarf revejido now.

While eating the fatty occasion to speak, told us about Barbie dolls, which she apparently knew all about that world, while I was a zero on that topic.

the end I had finished my meal and asked for the bill, mothers were happy, I smiled from their seats, I wanted to yell: "Do I have babysitting face?" But my good manners will not let me cry, so the cry went imaginary, but easily could have been like that Munch painted.

finished my story with all its contradictions, at least something had to make my way after all, I got up and walked out while the children chanted "bye, bye!" and made their hands goodbye.
way out I remembered the New Testament and believe that Jesus was stark mad when he said: "Let the children come to me," sure that he did not stop it in a Thai restaurant trying to eat their rice.

On the street, I realized that I love the silence, the fall colors were beautiful, brown-orange leaves restful in wet green grass and the sun was a red ball hiding behind the clouds, I kept walking , while I reveled the autumn scenery and silence, though inexplicable reason I started missing those children five-yearlings and feel sorry for those mothers abandoned.

Tuesday, November 7, 2006

Sonicare Brush Head Smells



Stephen King the King of Terror

's 5 pm, I left work, I have a chat with Stephen King at 7 pm. I get home my brown shirt buttons rather boring and I have seen with my long-sleeved black shirt with white print that reads: "Born 2 Win", my friends say it seem a rebellious teenager and my friends an arrogant, I do not care The pole is a gift and I love it also if you have that stupid stamped on his chest, find the black jeans and fleece in the closet, I look in the mirror and think I look like a Stephen King fan, now I sincerely between PC and Mr. King did not know much, everything I read it was "on writing" which is a non-fiction book where the author gives some tips for being a good writer, I have also seen two films based on his writings: Misery and The Green Mile, apart from that I do not think you can argue a lot.
five minutes late to "Battersea Park Events Arena, the guys at the door greeted me and I show them my ticket, in a bar and after that the audience is incredible as the room is ready for a concert by the Rolling Stones, giant screens at each hand, the canopy roof is black and white lucesitas amount that gives an effect as happy to place. There are 3 000 people have today, the first thing I noticed is that everyone is dressed elegantly, there's no turning back and I'm dressed as a fan of Stephen King, at least I hope so.
A girl comes to me and help me confused, is 19 years old wearing the shirt of staff of Mr. King, has a horn-rimmed glasses and a pair of blond ponytails on the sides of the head, greeted me with kindness and asked whether help me find my seat ticket and give my thanks for the kindness, I ask if the daughter or relative of the author.
is that she has something of Mr King on his face, I say no, but came Estates with the entire delegation, I make a few jokes and laughs with subtlety, I said my seat and discovered that I am the last of the row, I make a comment on my bad luck and she encouraged me: you're here is important, many people did not get a seat, "he says.

No wonder the mega-event, remember that King has sold 100 million books, everything he does becomes a best seller, is also a hugely prolific writer has written more than forty books, if compared with the three who wrote James Joyce, for example.
When the interviewer enters the scene the first thing he says is, they need five people to fill the first row, see the "daughter of Stephen King "raise your hand and make the sign number one, then comes running takes me by the hand and leads me down the aisle of the media in search of that seat" gold ", as we walk I feel like I would be marrying a second time but of course this time no one has good wishes for me and the looks are with envy.
I left my seat preference, and I owe her smile again, Stephen King comes out and sits three feet from me in the midst of applause, that "milk" - I say. Mr King has
cherry shirt and blue jeans, his glasses are like champagne bottle poto, gruesísimos, is thin and tall, making us a comment of his boots, said it was a gift from John Grisham another American author, says that the use Grisham's friend who died in the Gulf War, and he uses it in response to the violence that exists in his country, is harshly criticized the Bush administration throughout the talk.
tells us that his new book "Lisey's Story" is very personal to him, is a marriage, the temptations of madness, the secret language of love.
says that when his wife read it said, "it was very personal and intimate and she looked at some of the passages in the book," then he said: "... if you would not publish it, I have enough money in my mind, and although for me it means a lot you are more important ... "
To which his wife replied," is too good not to publish it. "

The interviewer is small and curly hair, takes the microphone and remember to turn off their cellphones and take pictures is strictly forbidden, only accept the TV cameras and photographs from The Times, there are plenty of security guards surrounding environment .

Stephen complains that they have typecast as a horror writer, he does not feel well, blames the machinery, people read and libraries need to label it to find it on a shelf and then put it in the Thriller genre to things easier.
also feel that the press has become an arrogant, says ... "right now there is a fire and no one call the fire department that we all have cell phones off, we burned them all. Tomorrow dies out in the newspaper and Stephen King There are three thousand other ....", laughter of those present and continues with jokes of arrogance.
notice that Stephen has a great sense of humor, writing does not understand that terror is calm and very sharp with words. I also bought his new book, is the size of Bible, how to write this, I think, hopefully one day I read all this. King

After we read a few pages of his book, the host tells us that ticket raffle numbers, can not autograph Sthephen King 3 000 books, only make a hundred, the numbers appear on the screen, between the last out my number. I make the tail, when it's my turn, I greet with a handshake, has long bony hands, his skin color is very white, her hand is cold, when I'm going, I dare to photograph it, the devil's rule is Mr. King by God is not Edgar Allan Poe, I click my camera, security may well be the administrator of a Mc Donald, grabs me and takes my camera, Stephen calls it shows my security camera, two chatted for a while and watch the camera, then the security I surrender, I say, "... a BIG MAC please ...", but say nothing. I head for the exit, I check my digital machine and luckily for the few who read this blog have deleted the photo I took, I have the book under his arm with the signing of the author and the dedication with the name of a friend, I know it's a great lover of literature of the king of terror.





Photo: Stephen King
autographing Battersea Park Arena in London


Saturday, November 4, 2006

Target Commercial Spanish 2010







Identity "I fell in the desert in flames" . "Who you? "" I do not know. You keep asking me, "he replies." You said you were human, "she says" The English Patient -





Nobody chooses their names, actually you could have called you X or Y, and most likely people you have loved or hated in the same way as they do now with your current name, whatever it is. They think I'm wrong?

Albert Einstein had ceased to be the genius of relativity if it had named Joseph, Marilyn Monroe or ceased to be the bomb sexy, sexual myth if it were called Norma Mortensen, I wonder if Hitler would be less hated if instead of Adolf had been called Tomas.

When I was 20, I embarked on a summer trip to Santiago de Chile, managed to climb up in the Brazil neighborhood in a small hotel for backpackers, the owners were an elderly couple, who were upset when I gave my honest opinion on the set of rooms, but of course after a few hours started to love, maybe that was the only guest in that huge house in the fifties. Perfect come to me because my budget was limited and 20 years do not think too much about the stars who received the overnight facilities.

After a week I met my friend Alvaro who offered me a room in his apartment on Avenue Apoquindo when I saw the amount of light coming in that bedroom, modern bathroom finishes, location, king size bed "I could not refuse to accept the offer and leave the old lady who had treated me so well.

put my old blue jeans in my backpack, some books which had among other things, tied my shoes puma and said goodbye to the couple. It was a shame that at that time still was a student and could not leave a tip, of having leftover money I had, but instead I left a copy of "I confess that I lived" Neruda.
last thing I remember was seeing them standing in the doorway of his small hotel with such kindness while saying goodbye I boarded a taxi black.
That night I went to a bar in Providence, a punk band enlivened the night with the sound I want everyone to become deaf "in the midst of it I met a very nice girl, one of his strengths was to take piscola had While Chile's face, black hair, brown skin, some freckles adorned her face, beady brown eyes, and a thirst Nazi.
Putting a couple of bills in my hand, I said buy me a piscola po, do not be evil, the goat of the bar and think that I should not drink-drank
While asked, he did?
-Currently working in an investment company and come to the bar when time but I may do both things with great dedication and hard work, "replied and continued" What I do is rather complicated. ... and the conversation went funny and entertaining,
friendship at that time was for me proof that there is something else strong ideology, religion, nations and borders.
The next morning I woke with a headache and breakfast in the table on the nightstand, of course it was not courtesy of Alvaro, he had the habit of bringing breakfast in bed to his friends and the clothes on irrigated room and the color red leather boots appeared that the girl who bathed should be the same fanatic piscola I had met the previous night and how serious the matter was that he did not remember his name, but did not know whether blames my bad memory or Chilean pisco, maybe a little of both.
I went to the room has to think, but the more he tried to remember his name, the harder it was. Luckily, between the sofa I found your bag, browse among rouges, powders mirrors and make up and found his credit card was printed Emma Solari.
Back in the room while she went out wrapped in the towel, I said,

"Hi Emma, \u200b\u200byou sleep well?

Emma, \u200b\u200bwho is Emma?

-I thought I should have a sense of humor quite rare, so I said: of course I forgot that we are Humphrey Bogart and Catherine Hepburn.

No, you are, and said my full name, if you do not remember, I showed your passport

"So last night I did?" I said with surprise

In response I received a contemptuous look, with a bit of hate also I guess, then I saw the red boots was walking out, the sun shone strongly through the window / of course the red boots were opposed to the blue jeans he was wearing / remembered the adage Peru: "Forget but not confuse me, "Peruvians are geniuses, I thought, but it was too late.

is that the name is so important? is not the same be X or Y?
identity is precisely the complex human response to the question "Who am I?"
And our names we like it or not, are part of our identity,
"forgetting a name is to dissolve the identity of the other" I took
breakfast with sadness, I left the room to watch TV and appeared in pajamas Alvaro accompanied by a blonde. -Oe
you were looking for yesterday, where were you "wueoon?,
ayyy .. sorry buddy, that rude not present, it is:

Emma Solari ... .. the name hit me like an elephant on the fifth floor - the blonde did an Saluditos hand-like those that make the beauty contestants in the middle contest as the judges drooling.
greet with affection, I looked into the sofa, the damn bag bronze buckles cream still in place: charming and refined as I had left minutes earlier.
Over the years I returned several times to Stgo. but those other times I had very clear the importance of names.

Monday, October 30, 2006

How Often Do People Go Om Sick





History Glue-teen in the middle of nowhere


Last night I saw "History Adolescents in the middle of nowhere" at the BFI 50th LONDON FILM FESTIVAL, and be glad enough to know that there a world, small but magical part of the great machine that is Hollywood. Argentina
This film translated into English as "Glue" tells the story of Luke (15 years) who is trapped in a small town south of Argentina. It is interesting how the film captures the diverse feelings of Lucas from his loneliness in the midst of the Patagonia desert. It is the story of the pain of growing up, the first philosophical questions that we ask the youth, the pursuit of friendship, sexual discovery.
Luke's mother has been betrayed by her husband, and in the midst of family conflict and the people that is flat, Lucas goes to his friend Nacho for sex, drugs and rock'n'roll, joins them is a girl and french kisses, warmth and existential angst.

the end of the film, we have the writer and director Alexis Dos Santos, against all odds is not the ordinary Argentines, is small, uses DC shoes and her hair like Gustavo Cerati in the 80's, somewhat introverted but with enough desire tell your story. He says he only wrote 10 pages and the rest was improvisation of the actors also tells us quite proud that the total expenditure was $ 50 000, which I imagine is what we spend on gasoline every producer.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

To Rent A Church Sample Letter




Congratulations Paul Auster Paul Auster

has won the Prince of Asturias prize, here's speech
the great American poet and writer, who became known to successfully publish "The New York trilogy."


do not know why I dedicate myself to this. If I knew, I probably would not need to. All I can say, and that I am quite sure is that I have felt this need since my earliest adolescence. I mean to write, especially writing as a vehicle to tell stories, imaginary stories that have never happened in what we call the real world. It is certainly an odd way to spend life: locked in a room with pen in hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give life to what does not exist ... except in the imagination . And why would anyone do that? The only answer I ever occur to you is this: because he has no choice, because you can not make another cosa.Esa need to make, to create, to invent is undoubtedly a fundamental human impulse. But to what end? What purpose does art, and in particular the art of narration, in what we call the real world? None that I can think of at least from the point practical. A book has never food in the stomach of a hungry child. A book has never stopped a bullet into the body of the victim. A book has never prevented a bomb falling on innocent civilians in the midst of war. Some believe that a keen appreciation of art can actually make us better, more just, more moral, more sensitive, more understanding. Perhaps that is true, in some cases, rare and isolated. But do not forget that Hitler started out as an artist. Tyrants and dictators read novels. The murderers in prison read novels. And who can say they do not enjoy books as much as anyone else? In other words, art is useless, at least compared to, say, the work of a plumber, a doctor or an engineer. But what is wrong with futility? Does the lack of practical purpose mean that books and paintings and string quartets are simply a waste of time? Many people think so. But I maintain that the value of art lies in its very uselessness that creating a work of art is what distinguishes us from other creatures that inhabit this planet, and what defines us, in essence, as human beings. Doing something for pure pleasure and beauty of doing it. Consider the effort involved, in the long hours of practice and discipline required to become an accomplished pianist or dancer. All that work and suffering, the sacrifices made to achieve something that is completely and utterly ... inútil.La narrative, however, is in an area somewhat different from the other arts. Its medium is language, and language is something we share with others, common to all of us. As we learn to speak, began a hunger for stories. Those of us who can remember our childhoods will recall how ardently we relished the story he told us in bed when our father or our mother, sat in the shadows next to us with a book and read us a story tale. We who are parents will have no trouble conjuring up the rapt attention in the eyes of our children when we read to them. Why this intense desire to listen? Fairy tales are often cruel and violent, featuring beheadings, cannibalism, grotesque transformations and evil enchantments. One would think this material would be frightening for a kid, but what the child experiences through these stories is precisely an encounter with their own fears and inner torments in an environment that is perfectly safe and protected. Such is the magic of stories: they can transport us to the depths of hell, but they are actually inofensivos.Nos get older, but do not change. We become more sophisticated, but basically we are still as when we were small creatures eager to listen to next story, and the next, and again. For years in all Western countries, have published numerous articles lamenting the fact that they read fewer books, we have entered what some call the "era posliteraria." It may be true, but still has not diminished the universal craving for stories. In the final analysis, the novel is not the only source of stories. Film, television and even comic fiction in industrial quantities, and the public continues engulfing them with great passion. This is due to the need for stories human beings have. The need almost as much as eating, and whatever form they may take-on the printed page or television screen, it would be impossible to imagine life without ellas.De However, in regard to state the novel, the future of the novel, I'm pretty optimistic. Talking does not help much when it comes to books, because there is only one reader, only one reader in each and every single time. What explains the particular power of the novel, and why, in my opinion, will never disappear as a literary form. The novel is an equal collaboration between writer and reader, and is the only place where two strangers can meet on terms of absolute intimacy. I have spent my life in conversations with people I have never seen, with people I will never know, and I hope to continue until the day I stop breathing.
I never wanted to work on something else.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Is Anyone Is Doing Honey Bee Farming In Bangalore





Interview with Gonzalo Olmos

I saw an exhibition of photos and I thought great, faces and landscapes are combined under the lens of this young talent.
The operator is originally from Peru and living in England, I call and say if you have the opportunity to interview in a cafe, he tells me passing through the house, lives in West Hampstead, which is a larger area for artists to bankers.
Arrival in the afternoon, I ring the bell goes Gonzalo Olmos, has the look of a modern hippie, long hair, a peach-colored shirt, GAP jeans, timberland brown shoes and a smile aged amical.
The apartment is nice, there is a picture of Eduardo Tokeshi and a engraving by Jose Tola, also among his acquisitions is an original map of Peru, 1669. I can see that in every corner of the flat is a lover of Peru, invites me to sit down and offers me a drink, vodka tonic - I say.
No, "he responds, we Peruvians pisco sour, and begins to prepare it, ipso facto. Pisco comes
rich with a mixture of happiness and nostalgia, health! I said. And I think Gonzalo Olmos will continue the tradition of great photographers who have given us the country.

As you discover photography?

discover photography thanks to my father and my grandmother Elena Emilio. Especially when I came to visit from very small to Arequipa (the city where I was born in Peru). I was a kid trying to learn how to take photos with the 35mm camera Pope. My grandmother was a photography enthusiast, I remember accompanying her to develop the pictures and enjoy seeing the pictures together.

Which aspects of your photographic work are more important?

My photographic work focuses on mass, people and travel. All are important, but if I had to choose a most important is people. For example, I am now embarked on a project of "lonely people." By now you may be ahead just that.

When you take the camera you are forced to reflect on what you watch?

Yes and no. I mean better for me to take photos not only a technical exercise, sensory, but essentially a spiritual exercise, sensual and vital.

hold a camera I think hopefully helps me to reflect and thus to perceive the world around me with a different perspective: the light, colors, aromas, shapes, In short, everything around me in my generates different types of emotions. I just try to catch them, by way of maintaining and preserving the beauty of that moment. If we understand that life is the sum of "those" moments I just try to hijack the thousandth of life. If in that year caused a flash play or the audience in whatever form and this pleases him in good time.

What are your first memories of London?

I think my first memory is its architecture ... reach such a neighborhood like (Notting Hill), with terraces houses, Victorian and Georgian architecture and compare them to Peru. That the rectangular houses square in the case of the most wealthy or mats in the slums.

daily What is your philosophy?

An official Carpe Diem. No excess interpreted as possible to your last day, but as a reflection of being alive and do the best we can for you, the people nearest and dearest around you.

What music are you listening now and what book are you reading?

Jorge Drexler - Mi Guitarra & Vocal

Abril Rojo de Santiago Roncagliolo, Peruvian case.

A character in the story that you admire?

Nelson Mandela. Anti-Apartheid activist, 27 years in prison for his convictions political and social.



What do you expect from life?

fuck not much to those around me and not be screwed by those around me. Enjoy the simple things in life like walking barefoot on the beach or enjoy a glass of wine with friends. What good is the prestige, power, status and class?
only serve to create more divisions and lull people. Well



Gonzalo fucking hope not having much "I say.
Not at all / answers / with a smile that shows how nice it is and added with humor: if you want a pisco sour happens here.
Gonzalo
More photos: www.olmosphoto.com

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Make Woodcarving Bench





looking for happiness in the Department S factors


I'm standing on the marble of Carrara calcium color, I'm sure I look like a fool. I hope my wife will soon leave the tester, I think it will take some time especially if there is a huge mirror on one of those metal boxes, which of course must exist.
passes by my side for the second or third time a young assistant to John Lewis, it is small and definitely exercise your body in the gym at least three times a week, has blond hair and a big nose and sharp, sweet gum chewing form more exaggerated than ever seen. Try to look cool and sexy, but only ends up making the role of an ordinary girl on a catwalk that she only imagined.
People look at me I do not know who is more uncomfortable if they or I'm in the female part of the store, and bad luck seems to be no presence of men other than mine, so I choose something I like, play some silk garments are available to me, I'm bored, I realize I am a bad actor or just I can not pretend for long. Ah! I see a boy, but then I realize I have more feminine ways of expressing that Aphrodite, so if you have not on my side.
All tested or choose a costume flirt while looking into the mirrors surrounding the room. Very few are upset by the presence of men, the other they seem to enjoy it, especially younger natural.Descubro see it as a child that comes into your stroller, it seems too big to be using the car, baby must be between 7 or 8 years old, very skinny and effeminate, his legs crossed and color pink teddy charges in its polar bears the image of Paris Hilton. The mother wears expensive clothes, but it is an attractive woman.
barefoot girl in front of me and I think the most natural of all testing a white hat in the fifties, it looks like a vase, but it more it is attractive with that thing on his head and smiles in the mirror, smiles to herself.
find a couple of small chairs, I made them and have an achievement, I feel, are super comfortable, the wall is a giant photo of a model, has blue eyes and a penetrating gaze and teeth are the same as those of advertising Colgate television, as I try to look closely at his face, my wife and I leave the tester Hallelujah, but I say, the word is seized in the office of my brain. She already has the shirt you want, spend a lot of people with their bags, they all look happy, they seem to have gotten what they were looking for, many of my colleagues tells me that the shopping makes them happy.
I agree that happiness is nothing but the satisfaction of our wants and needs and of course clothes can be part of our "wants" or "needs" depending on how much and when we have already in our wonder closets.Pero until we are more concerned about "having" that "be", it seems that twentieth-century European society I live in a too individualistic and material. And the shopping culture is an answer to it.
My wife hugs me and suggests looking at the Victoria's Secret collection as we walk, we passed stands of Prada, Donna Karan, Missoni and Valentino suddenly crosses my mind a phrase of the Peruvian writer Alfredo Bryce Echenique: "When the world around us is very human, very human it away from him."
Although this time instead of obeying my friend Alfredo and suggest to my wife for a walk in the park, I let go without resistance or objection French lingerie section.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Buy Bluetooth Snes Controller




Bennett is Back

I just saw "The History Boys", the film tells the story of a group of students in Yorkshire in the mid-eighties, who seek a place at Oxford or
Cambridge, all of whom are boys and street smart but low self-esteem. Among the characters is the headmaster obsessed with the results of boys and somewhat incredulous of his abilities, but the most charismatic
homosexual is an eccentric teacher who has been dubbed (Hector), which I imagine is the very Alan Bennett / writer of the book and one of the British authors most beloved since it first appeared on stage in 1960 /.
What causes much surprise me is the way the boys enjoy the abusive sexual conduct of his teacher, who will touch your private parts every time someone gets on his bike, maybe that only happens in Bennett's head, but you have to rescue is the humor and good command of language that Alan Bennett puts in the mouths of his characters and of course appear on the soundtrack The Smiths and New Order.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Stomach Pain Late At Night




Health Heaven
Bukowski

Today I see in my small library of books a couple of Buk: Ham on Rye, Women are not the best of their production, but remind me of my adolescence. I guess the old man with a glass of "bourbon" in hand and a cigarette that fights the system, on the other. With the look of an old fox and probably with some marks on his face that left him his love of boxing and terrible acne infection endured. It is known that he preferred the bars and pubs and libraries literary circles, but who does not? Maybe that's what made more humane, more beloved, more nuestro.El alcohol, sex, loneliness and the more neighborhood-Goose-our civilization are the work of Bukowski, and I prefer to remember him that way: alone, with half-grown beard, the "Chuyo" type head stolen bank and the ironic look at our world.
NIRVANA / poem / by: Bukowski

without much eleccióny almost inadvertently,
he was a young man aboard a bus that crossed the North Carolina track somewhere and it started snowing and the bus stopped at a café on the hills and the passengers entered.
he sat at the counter with the other, called and brought him
their food, which was particularly good as well as coffee.
The waitress was not like the women he had known.
not made the interesting natural
humor emanated from it.
The cook said crazy things.
The lavacopas, back, laughing with a clean and pleasant smile.
the young man watched the snow through the windows.
wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
A curious feeling is flooded, everything was beautiful there,
that everything would always stay beautiful there.
then the driver told passengers it was time to leave.
the young man thought, I'm staying here, I'm staying here.
But he got up and followed the others into the bus.
found his seat and looked at the coffee in the windows.
the bus pulled away, turned a corner, and was
down the road, away from the hills.
the young man looked forward.
The other passengers chatted about other things they read or tried to sleep.
cuentade had not made of Magic.
the young man put his head against the seat,
closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Nothing remained
only hear the sound of the engine,
the sound of wheels in the snow.