A song (three years of blogging) is to resist
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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On Suicide there are still issues to discuss. The comments in the previous post I have called foreshadowing the next post. Meanwhile, I needed a break. The strong earthquake that midnight was sensed by a slightly less intense, rocked to the core of the Lima.
For my part, I thought of my child, my little muse and all I want. And indeed I thought of you, because I was in front of the monitor when it happened, being as I am one hundred percent cybernauts. And because the harbor, rediscover what is my first virtual space and experience, who first started almost three years ago, with parentheses in the middle, ya que una url dio paso a otra, pues tuve desajustes técnicos (vaya, suena extraño: desajustes técnicos en la red y en realidad no es nada raro). Así que son casi tres años de blogueo, pasando avatares, alegrías, variopintas circunstancias... Posteo poco en el puerto hace algún tiempo, y cuando estoy aquí, percibo como si entrara a un lugar lleno de sonidos, con muchas voces cerca.
Hace tres años leí un blog emblemático que suelo recordar. Para celebrar este tiempo en la blogósfera, nada mejor que referirme al blog de Scavenger Bride , la primera bitácora que me gustó a fondo. En Bestiario , I heard this song recently placed supreme now in the port. It has become my favorite song, which is preferentially in my personal playlist but has spent his successful season ranked. Sometimes one will escape key Bands: I know the B-52s and as a claim, now held on a par with the anniversary of asterix port. In recognition of blogs that meant and means an elan vital in the blogosphere, I embrace this territory. Yeaaahhh.
This video shines on his clothes and music paraphernalia. Thanks to Scavenger Bride. Grax
the blogosphere.
For my part, I thought of my child, my little muse and all I want. And indeed I thought of you, because I was in front of the monitor when it happened, being as I am one hundred percent cybernauts. And because the harbor, rediscover what is my first virtual space and experience, who first started almost three years ago, with parentheses in the middle, ya que una url dio paso a otra, pues tuve desajustes técnicos (vaya, suena extraño: desajustes técnicos en la red y en realidad no es nada raro). Así que son casi tres años de blogueo, pasando avatares, alegrías, variopintas circunstancias... Posteo poco en el puerto hace algún tiempo, y cuando estoy aquí, percibo como si entrara a un lugar lleno de sonidos, con muchas voces cerca.
Hace tres años leí un blog emblemático que suelo recordar. Para celebrar este tiempo en la blogósfera, nada mejor que referirme al blog de Scavenger Bride , la primera bitácora que me gustó a fondo. En Bestiario , I heard this song recently placed supreme now in the port. It has become my favorite song, which is preferentially in my personal playlist but has spent his successful season ranked. Sometimes one will escape key Bands: I know the B-52s and as a claim, now held on a par with the anniversary of asterix port. In recognition of blogs that meant and means an elan vital in the blogosphere, I embrace this territory. Yeaaahhh.
This video shines on his clothes and music paraphernalia. Thanks to Scavenger Bride. Grax
the blogosphere.
B-52s "Dance this mess around
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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I ever heard that only cowards commit suicide and those who persist in living, are brave. A dichotomy that many believe it.
reading
With Depression post on the blog Gobalizado, which binds a fully realized post envisioned that depression is deadly. I wonder how much can be prevented without the shells from cracking and falling crystals to a deep well. Hamlet is dying of grief and rage and finally killed him, having undertaken his revenge. That tragedy expresses more A history of rage. In the caves possibly humans had no time to grieve because they had to survive. As that accompanied the industrial age, physical distance is widened and the road near collapse technology companies argue, are reinvented social economic processes apparently prosperous. While countries like Peru, Ecuador, Bolivia and many more, the violence is confined mainly to criminal and political parameters in other so-called first world, the gap is based on the inhabitants of cities where comfort is more accessible to all or lesser degree. Yet dissatisfaction is deep. For example, in Japan, overdeveloped country, suicides are rising alarmingly.
The desired happiness is sought in religion, in hipersexo in the economic boom in the idealization of love and slips like water through fingers.
Some seek to accumulate knowledge to excel in the field where they work. Trampling on the other, stand in any way possible, passion for this kind of intense adrenaline where the other is merely a reason to feel superior. You know? What happens is that I do not intend to give
recipes or advice. Write to me is more than a relief, a taste, a desire. Everyone has their reasons for seeking a balance within the disequilibrium that is to live in the middle a daily quest for the horror. A horror assimilated, processed, attenuated, faded. Everyone has the right to decide about their life and while not everyone knows what to do with their lives. No minimally. José Martí
When referring to freedom of the individual, depending on their culture, was in the midst of abysmal conditions where the illiteracy rate was dismal. Today when you go eradicating illiteracy, freedom has come. Formally, yes. But we are subject to a machinery of prejudice, war, manipulation. So the radical in terms desaprisionarse never hurts. Illustrated to counter what you imposed as absolute truths and therefore unquestionable you out of your island, you away from your primary emotions, although it may conllevarte to a destabilization of assumed beliefs about school, family, community.
The title of this post is on a conversation with my friend Hamletmaschine about a movie I saw recently, before he removed from the bill of premieres: Halloween, Rob Zombie. Talking to Hamletmaschine, always exciting. Come more ideas or expand you had. This is what happens when there is that emotional boomerang in which you are nurturing, where you realize that while you are selfish, that will not void as a thinking and resources that you have to leave the melancholy or simply broaden your horizons. If anything causes you joy, if you do not laugh, what remains is to consider that you are sick or ill, but certainly are not alone or just do not mind though that now and may even be delayed and as a way of dying, emerge. I do not want to give the impression of encouraging rampant optimism. What I say the words of Andrzej Zulawski, Cultivation is resisting, prompted me to write this post. And what I said this song brings me to pervade most of all that is known to not only learn but to live, to live. Without that spirit that makes you consider yourself conceited exquisite because you know more than others. The power of knowledge free domain of its claims, we will equip you with free and lightness. That lightness in the wombs of our mothers ever feel.
reading
With Depression post on the blog Gobalizado, which binds a fully realized post envisioned that depression is deadly. I wonder how much can be prevented without the shells from cracking and falling crystals to a deep well. Hamlet is dying of grief and rage and finally killed him, having undertaken his revenge. That tragedy expresses more A history of rage. In the caves possibly humans had no time to grieve because they had to survive. As that accompanied the industrial age, physical distance is widened and the road near collapse technology companies argue, are reinvented social economic processes apparently prosperous. While countries like Peru, Ecuador, Bolivia and many more, the violence is confined mainly to criminal and political parameters in other so-called first world, the gap is based on the inhabitants of cities where comfort is more accessible to all or lesser degree. Yet dissatisfaction is deep. For example, in Japan, overdeveloped country, suicides are rising alarmingly.
The desired happiness is sought in religion, in hipersexo in the economic boom in the idealization of love and slips like water through fingers.
Some seek to accumulate knowledge to excel in the field where they work. Trampling on the other, stand in any way possible, passion for this kind of intense adrenaline where the other is merely a reason to feel superior. You know? What happens is that I do not intend to give
recipes or advice. Write to me is more than a relief, a taste, a desire. Everyone has their reasons for seeking a balance within the disequilibrium that is to live in the middle a daily quest for the horror. A horror assimilated, processed, attenuated, faded. Everyone has the right to decide about their life and while not everyone knows what to do with their lives. No minimally. José Martí
When referring to freedom of the individual, depending on their culture, was in the midst of abysmal conditions where the illiteracy rate was dismal. Today when you go eradicating illiteracy, freedom has come. Formally, yes. But we are subject to a machinery of prejudice, war, manipulation. So the radical in terms desaprisionarse never hurts. Illustrated to counter what you imposed as absolute truths and therefore unquestionable you out of your island, you away from your primary emotions, although it may conllevarte to a destabilization of assumed beliefs about school, family, community.
The title of this post is on a conversation with my friend Hamletmaschine about a movie I saw recently, before he removed from the bill of premieres: Halloween, Rob Zombie. Talking to Hamletmaschine, always exciting. Come more ideas or expand you had. This is what happens when there is that emotional boomerang in which you are nurturing, where you realize that while you are selfish, that will not void as a thinking and resources that you have to leave the melancholy or simply broaden your horizons. If anything causes you joy, if you do not laugh, what remains is to consider that you are sick or ill, but certainly are not alone or just do not mind though that now and may even be delayed and as a way of dying, emerge. I do not want to give the impression of encouraging rampant optimism. What I say the words of Andrzej Zulawski, Cultivation is resisting, prompted me to write this post. And what I said this song brings me to pervade most of all that is known to not only learn but to live, to live. Without that spirit that makes you consider yourself conceited exquisite because you know more than others. The power of knowledge free domain of its claims, we will equip you with free and lightness. That lightness in the wombs of our mothers ever feel.
Here is the post Depression, via the blog Globalized.
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