Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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Monday, December 27, 2010
How To Install Shelter On Aluminum Boat
the man who smelled of glue
my mother in his youth, was half lost. likes to party, drugs and rock n roll. is no secret that he loved more than one man, I have no problem with that, no, sir. so if I have problem with what happened one summer night twenty years ago. my mother, as was his custom, went to a party with her friends just lost her. danced, took it, laughed and it seemed like the countless nights of madness in juvenile drug. and end the day came a guy who would change the fate drastically. the kind nobody knows his name, only knows what he smelled. my co-author recalls a pungent odor that had away from her, but damn the luck, that night her best friend and accomplice in crime, selena, leaving the world of casual sex with strangers because of their upcoming marriage and so competition between her and my mother would come to an end after tonight. to the point that my mother laid eyes on this mysterious subject fragrant, were tied. Women / escaped jail where he could not allow this and decided to do something about it. no more men can move around, all that remained was that man, that man with his scent, but man was the only requirement to give the victory. took off his pants, he smoked a cigarette, inhibiting their sense of smell, and did the dirty with one that nobody remembers it alone.
things in life by my mother became pregnant. exactly 9 months later, a little baby left by vagina. I was that baby. my childhood was like all other children with frustrated young mother. half-forgotten, left in the care of grandparents and without a father. the child was not smarter or prettier or faster or meaner than I expected for an ordinary life. "Meh" told me 5 years with my lunchbox in my hand, the break I made this discovery. some guy, I thought, but I was wrong, I was special, yes, not the way I would have liked, but special it was. in high school, although present, did not notice it at all. spent day after day, turning the sky, asking quickly, but there was not the slightest suspicion of my condition. I had no friend, now I know why. girls were sending me where it came from and everything attached to them were bastards and I was too cool. reached high school and began to think that this rejection was not so damned they were not so cool I was, was something else. thinking one day it occurred to me that not everyone can be against me because yes, there must be something wrong with me. my self-esteem suffered severe shock and instead of seeking an answer, and tried to recruit me to go unnoticed. My adolescence was going to hell. without a friend in the whole life without knowing love, so I thought I would die, just like a dog. every day I looked in the mirror and looking carefully at my face average clues, but nothing. I asked my mother and her alcoholic seeking a husband, as an old bitter racist multicultural community, instead of answering or become a little bit if I sent them to the store for cigarettes. no luck ever. my grandparents had been dead many years, nobody really noticed his death. looked out the window and asked to nature "why?" why me? " discover the answer right on the day of my conception, a particularly hot summer day.
the summer in my house was, instead of holiday and joy, sadness and tears. My mother locked herself in her room to mourn and I, to celebrate the sun and free time, going for ice cream. was in the van, trying to cheer me up, saying he was not dead inside, sweating like a bastard. it was time to get out and I got the seat. a girl next to me, a few seconds later, I grabbed her hand and seeing the eyes moved told me "you smell like a tail", of course, I took this as an insult, not going to let some unknown insult me \u200b\u200bAndara , only that I needed and I cried indignantly, "You smell like a tail!". she began to mourn, got up and hugged me. "I know, I know," he said between sobs. "Do not be nervous, it's okay to glue sniffing" he said in surprise, stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. we left the microbus and lemon ice cream in hand, we tell our story. told me that her father always smelled poop sweat with a terrible hereditary disease. she had it and had cast his life hell on earth. her mother had committed suicide many years ago and had no brothers or sisters. I listened attentively, with his heart beating hard with a storm in the head, "can not be" repeated over and over again. the answer to the problem was that smelled like glue, who would have thought? so nobody wanted me, so he spent every day of my life in a metaphorical desert island. that girl and I were half-brothers, but I decided to say nothing. had to meet my father, I had to let you know that having children go to a horrible condition is not well, had to end, no matter the consequences, once and for all with the man who smells like glue.
girl called pain and became friends. did everything together. going to an amusement park and shopping. laughed, we talked and we did company. I could see in his eyes that those days were the best of his life, I just killed time before the killing of the cause of my woes. "Hey" I said one day taking her by the shoulder to get out of a movie ... I know our dad. " We sit at a food-court table to talk. she was thinking a few seconds, I looked at her, dying in suspense, "ok" he said at last "come to dinner tomorrow, if you want" invited me happy. and left the next day. was prepared with a gun he had stolen from the police that the lump was always my street. entered her home, sweating, issuing a smell that even she complained. I sat on a metal seat and said "hold." was for his dad, I took a look. was a luxurious home with lovely decor. there were pictures on the wall, none of it, all were of her in different parts of the world. I heard down the stairs and returned to my seat. Hello me he said and extended his hand. I saw her face, she looked a lot like me, no doubt, he was my father. "Damn" I whispered, shaking his hand, "now or never" I thought my jacket and pulled out the gun. "Die!" I cried out of me and pointed the gun in the middle of his face. "Wait! But you do?!" cried the man. those were his last words. I pulled the trigger and made a extreme makeover. dropped dead, I collapsed mentally exhausted. The girl came up to me crying "why why do you kill him?" I looked at her puffy eyes, wanting to mourn, revealed that he is my father. sat beside me and watching me carefully his face asked "why you say that?". I told him the story of my mother and cried bitterly. blood and then wet my pants. "But ... he had lived all his life in Peru ... there is no one noticed the smell of glue ... I was born we moved here 17 years ago ... idiot!" and broke into tears. I stared at him and started laughing. I took the gun and premiered cavity, filling the poor girl's brain. that afternoon I was in hell, dying of boredom. thinking about it, it was not because my suicide, just could not be the man who smelled of glue. 
my mother in his youth, was half lost. likes to party, drugs and rock n roll. is no secret that he loved more than one man, I have no problem with that, no, sir. so if I have problem with what happened one summer night twenty years ago. my mother, as was his custom, went to a party with her friends just lost her. danced, took it, laughed and it seemed like the countless nights of madness in juvenile drug. and end the day came a guy who would change the fate drastically. the kind nobody knows his name, only knows what he smelled. my co-author recalls a pungent odor that had away from her, but damn the luck, that night her best friend and accomplice in crime, selena, leaving the world of casual sex with strangers because of their upcoming marriage and so competition between her and my mother would come to an end after tonight. to the point that my mother laid eyes on this mysterious subject fragrant, were tied. Women / escaped jail where he could not allow this and decided to do something about it. no more men can move around, all that remained was that man, that man with his scent, but man was the only requirement to give the victory. took off his pants, he smoked a cigarette, inhibiting their sense of smell, and did the dirty with one that nobody remembers it alone.
things in life by my mother became pregnant. exactly 9 months later, a little baby left by vagina. I was that baby. my childhood was like all other children with frustrated young mother. half-forgotten, left in the care of grandparents and without a father. the child was not smarter or prettier or faster or meaner than I expected for an ordinary life. "Meh" told me 5 years with my lunchbox in my hand, the break I made this discovery. some guy, I thought, but I was wrong, I was special, yes, not the way I would have liked, but special it was. in high school, although present, did not notice it at all. spent day after day, turning the sky, asking quickly, but there was not the slightest suspicion of my condition. I had no friend, now I know why. girls were sending me where it came from and everything attached to them were bastards and I was too cool. reached high school and began to think that this rejection was not so damned they were not so cool I was, was something else. thinking one day it occurred to me that not everyone can be against me because yes, there must be something wrong with me. my self-esteem suffered severe shock and instead of seeking an answer, and tried to recruit me to go unnoticed. My adolescence was going to hell. without a friend in the whole life without knowing love, so I thought I would die, just like a dog. every day I looked in the mirror and looking carefully at my face average clues, but nothing. I asked my mother and her alcoholic seeking a husband, as an old bitter racist multicultural community, instead of answering or become a little bit if I sent them to the store for cigarettes. no luck ever. my grandparents had been dead many years, nobody really noticed his death. looked out the window and asked to nature "why?" why me? " discover the answer right on the day of my conception, a particularly hot summer day.
the summer in my house was, instead of holiday and joy, sadness and tears. My mother locked herself in her room to mourn and I, to celebrate the sun and free time, going for ice cream. was in the van, trying to cheer me up, saying he was not dead inside, sweating like a bastard. it was time to get out and I got the seat. a girl next to me, a few seconds later, I grabbed her hand and seeing the eyes moved told me "you smell like a tail", of course, I took this as an insult, not going to let some unknown insult me \u200b\u200bAndara , only that I needed and I cried indignantly, "You smell like a tail!". she began to mourn, got up and hugged me. "I know, I know," he said between sobs. "Do not be nervous, it's okay to glue sniffing" he said in surprise, stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. we left the microbus and lemon ice cream in hand, we tell our story. told me that her father always smelled poop sweat with a terrible hereditary disease. she had it and had cast his life hell on earth. her mother had committed suicide many years ago and had no brothers or sisters. I listened attentively, with his heart beating hard with a storm in the head, "can not be" repeated over and over again. the answer to the problem was that smelled like glue, who would have thought? so nobody wanted me, so he spent every day of my life in a metaphorical desert island. that girl and I were half-brothers, but I decided to say nothing. had to meet my father, I had to let you know that having children go to a horrible condition is not well, had to end, no matter the consequences, once and for all with the man who smells like glue.
girl called pain and became friends. did everything together. going to an amusement park and shopping. laughed, we talked and we did company. I could see in his eyes that those days were the best of his life, I just killed time before the killing of the cause of my woes. "Hey" I said one day taking her by the shoulder to get out of a movie ... I know our dad. " We sit at a food-court table to talk. she was thinking a few seconds, I looked at her, dying in suspense, "ok" he said at last "come to dinner tomorrow, if you want" invited me happy. and left the next day. was prepared with a gun he had stolen from the police that the lump was always my street. entered her home, sweating, issuing a smell that even she complained. I sat on a metal seat and said "hold." was for his dad, I took a look. was a luxurious home with lovely decor. there were pictures on the wall, none of it, all were of her in different parts of the world. I heard down the stairs and returned to my seat. Hello me he said and extended his hand. I saw her face, she looked a lot like me, no doubt, he was my father. "Damn" I whispered, shaking his hand, "now or never" I thought my jacket and pulled out the gun. "Die!" I cried out of me and pointed the gun in the middle of his face. "Wait! But you do?!" cried the man. those were his last words. I pulled the trigger and made a extreme makeover. dropped dead, I collapsed mentally exhausted. The girl came up to me crying "why why do you kill him?" I looked at her puffy eyes, wanting to mourn, revealed that he is my father. sat beside me and watching me carefully his face asked "why you say that?". I told him the story of my mother and cried bitterly. blood and then wet my pants. "But ... he had lived all his life in Peru ... there is no one noticed the smell of glue ... I was born we moved here 17 years ago ... idiot!" and broke into tears. I stared at him and started laughing. I took the gun and premiered cavity, filling the poor girl's brain. that afternoon I was in hell, dying of boredom. thinking about it, it was not because my suicide, just could not be the man who smelled of glue.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Blueprints Wooden Playset
Tuesday November 23, 2010
n ada is v Acio
Space is the closest thing to a living paradox. It's like writing: "This sentence is false" and that reading it does not exist. The Performance and Exhibition Photo: Nothing is Empty, presented last Friday at Don Apolonio, by Amira Ramirez, what I was just asking questions ... title nothing is empty.
... so how? Everything is full?
In space, the form has a place inclusive or exclusive in relation to limits of things. All space is filled with objects that occupy it: tables, chairs, people, bottles, benches, buses, dogs ... and the space between them is also a way that "full." The space is occupied and one empty milestone and is well experienced and lived. Somehow, as in the paradoxes, is a place inseparable from himself, which caused their immediacy by the full-empty (true / false) it does sometimes, too tricky to understand and see.
Nothing is Empty is an experimental work and very playful. Where Amira debut as director; The tale begins on a couple of solos, clothed bodies of black lines, apparently springs, stretch and shrink in every move they make their performers. Introduction that apparently makes a metaphor about the space on the full and the void made in each of his movements.
For the next part of the performance, helped by short videos, projected at ¾ of , the nothing is empty, now personified by using 4 stars: The Horse, The Frog, The Rabbit and the Lady. Which now appears to represent the void from a metaphysical perspective.
The characters seem to almost come out of endless History with colorful masks and features of each of the characters (Horse, Frog, Rabbit and Lady). Van narrating his own experience, acceptance or resignation about the "struggle" against the great nothing, and as that of the Never Bastian Ending Story make this part of the performance, a much more playful and imaginative, one living on empty and half full as the paradox that is stirred. Without question whether everything is or should be full.
B eau Gosse in Balade
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Whiplash More Conditionsymptoms
Mary had just gotten out of jail. the doors opened and she, a girl of 22 years, brunette, cute, with a serious expression on his face with a garbage bag in hand, went on liberty. was a wet morning in February. the gray sky, the empty street. sat on a bench waiting for his uncle Guzmán. one of the pockets of his sweatshirt pulled out a paper and a bag full of marijuana. was put together a joint, gave fire, inhaled ... closed his eyes to feel the delicious smoke running through your respiratory system, held the smoke like a mother holds a child who goes to war and gave up .. the exhale opened his eyes and recalled his way to jail.
Mary once was a girl like any other. his father was a mathematics teacher and his mother was a professor of sports. had an older brother, Marcelo, son of the marriage of his father, 8 years older, Mary had a great admiration for him because Marcelo was the lifelong dream of joining in vhs TV content to form a library, and thus rid the people in their commercial district without spending on expensive recording equipment or lose your favorite programs. also had 3 sisters, Lupe, Lolita and Charo, they had a very successful set of salsa despite being the tender age of 9, 10 and 11, respectively. Mary's life was all laughter, all joy. his childhood was a paradise on earth, full of sports, math, TV shows commercial-free music and super father. everything was going smoothly until one day in high school, I started liking boys. like all children exposed to bombardment of information from TV and film, was programmed with the idea of \u200b\u200bbeauty in Hollywood. and so began his long string of broken hearts. boyfriend or girlfriend after you put the horn with their best friends or just tried to foul or wanted to have sex. throughout her teens, Mary was found with eyelets that his heart used as a latrine. mary, at first, thought it only emotionally abused these bastards, but after asking her friends, she realized that they played all alike, they all trod the blood pump and all fell over and again on deception and mind games that they played these soulless monsters super cute. Mary was tired of that shit and said he would seek a guy who treated her well and she vowed to herself, with a fist to the sky, bursting with courage and with eyes full of tears, that never, never be a victim.
one afternoon, Maria was with her classmates from high school a bar. I was very happy there, passing it well, drinking and dancing with her class, treasuring the moment, feeling the exploding inside of her youth. was all drunk at his table, babbling nonsense to a friend who also only made noise. Mary went to the bathroom and met Roland, a handsome and charismatic type, with the prettiest smile you've ever seen, with a twinkle in his eye that dazzled and charmed. Mary fell as low backward civilization superior weaponry, talked and laughed the rest of the night. when it's over an incredible evening, rolando took her to his home in his car, Mary could not believe his luck, for one of her age, one has car is like for one of my age that you have an apartment. to leave, facing the gate building, Mary put her hand on the cheek of rolando and gave him the most tender of kisses. thereafter became boyfriends right away. and so were 2 years of dating and everything was happy. rolando had proved a great guy, nobody understood it as he shared his interests, worried about her and treated her as the queen had been thought. took her to the cinema and was kept up when drinking. Mary lived in a castle in the clouds, his life was finally complete and it was thought the luckiest girl on earth. swore the good times would last forever ...
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one day, Mary, at school, I was very happy to draw a dog chasing its tail. whistled a little tune that totally exposed her good humor and the incredible time that was happening. giggled from time to time and was going to color your dog very well drawn when ... two of her friends, comfort and margarita arrived and shot the dog persevering some terrible photos. Mary took them, put them at the height of his face and saw his beloved rolando having sex with two women who were not seeing the face, but of the same complexion that his two friends. marie murderer turned with hatred towards the two girls who were standing in front of her and said, "but that shit is this?". comfort, which was the bitch of the two callous as a Nazi, he replied, not to laugh "is your rolando having sex with two unknown disgusting", "rolando ..." Mary whispered, looking ahead, falling to 20, with a poignant expression of grief, with all those precious moments parading in his head, all those promises ringing in their ears, with the deep and tender love that you once felt for him becoming the most insane and brutal hatred. he remembered all his ex-boyfriends bastards, small skulls appeared in their eyes and completely lost her mind, her friends were laughing and enjoying the misery of that it is capable of love. Mary got up and destroyed the pictures and demanded to heaven bloody revenge. was Thursday and as every Thursday rolando would go home to see Alfred Hitchcock Presents, appropriate program to death. went home, took the gun from his father and waited, imagining over and kill again as he once wanted more than herself in the dark, unblinking, watching the clock, following the hands reach 6 and sweating to the point of having to change his shirt. Mary turned around to watch, given 6, the doorbell rang, prepared for the moment of truth, put the best face he could and opened it. was rolando, with all his strength of will hold back from where I was standing there kill him and invited him. play to put the VCR, veering left sitting in front of the TV, said he was on chips and went for the gun. like lightning was back, walked slowly and quietly, without lifting his eyes from the head of her boyfriend, her heart beating hard. cut cartridge, pointed the gun right in the middle of the head of rolando, ignorant of what was about to happen, "dies" he said with wide eyes, lit only by the light of the TV and "BOOM!" sent him to hell. AFRED hitchcock silhouette is painted red, she froze, her heart beating a mile a second, with outstretched arm, gun humeado, rolando now lay dead on the couch. Mary, hearing the door open, he regained consciousness and began to follow his plan. amid shouts of neighbors and her mother coming in, put the gun to his head, watching his mother right in the eyes, pulled the trigger, but there was the desired result. was tackled by his mother and on the floor it was agreed that his father had the gun only if one day I decided to commit suicide for which a bullet was enough. "Shit" Mary said while the police came and took it to the prison with their neighbors watching and weeping family. she was sentenced to 5 years. as a minor was not dropped all the weight of the law and how cool the judge was decided that a punishment of 5 years was enough, "not to kill anybody again," he said, laughing to hear the full story . and there was Mary, to jail. curiously the correctional facility "Margarito Esparza" was very similar to his high school and was not too bad happened. made friends for life, learned to program, which helped to start their business websites, and learned to steal and kill more effectively. that time in prison was one of the best things that could happen in your life.
ended their joint and at that moment came in a blue cutlass, old and neglected, his uncle Guzmán. Mary got, really did not know what to expect from the people in those 5 years, visited his mother the whole time, but was not sure if they still had the love and support of their own, something very important to her. his uncle kissed her, hugged her and told her parents that she had a surprise ready. way home, stuck in traffic, Guzman told the guy that everybody knew why he had done and that they fully supported. "It was time for someone to send a message to those sons of bitches," said Uncle Guzmán wanting to pee. Mary smiled and looked out the window, I could now relax, knowing that his family still loved her. laughed the rest of the way because the front car plate reading "174-MEA" Guzmán and the poor guy could not take it anymore. arrived at the building boiler. many blocks away and could hear the music that had massive pachanga welcome. Mary got out and was greeted with smiles, hugs and kisses. his sisters, now big and beautiful, played the best sauce in the world, had just won the world cup of the sauce, so it was not speculation, they were certain that their pace was the most sabrosón sabrosón of planet earth. people danced, drank and laughter could be heard above the music. I missed everybody so much to Mary and saw her could not contain their enthusiasm and joy. "Holiday until Monday!" shouted the people on a Friday afternoon and it was. Mary and her family after Mary was vigilante justice, they danced and danced until it was time to go to work.
THIS STORY HAS NOT BEEN POSSIBLE WITHOUT THE INCREDIBLE SAUCE RODRIGUEZ WILLIE "BOOGALLOO THERE!
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