Thursday, April 28, 2011

Erectiion Preventing Exercises

Paul Elder Rokha Canto del Macho - Music: Eight Ball



souvenir Living, nursing
of memory, the memory and return wraps me
the great loneliness of adolescence,
father and grandfather, the father of countless families,
scratch the embers and cold ashes
enlarged
despair in which all are dead, killed,
and most beloved women in
rumbles of thunder and the tomb engraved with heroes
joysticks or bellowing.

What rifles forests
we hid ourselves out of this burning skins? Because it is terrible
followed
himself when we did everything we wanted it all
what we all and we broke
hands
hands and teeth biting
iron fire
and now as you go down terribly everyday
to infinity, coffin coffin
melted down like rocks or horses
world below,
go with strangers, step by step and stride to stride
measuring the general collapse,
calculator to the damper, then there
and prudence that is the defeat of the old
;
remaining empty bottles ,
shoes worn and missing
dearest friends, our old time, and you
time, Winette, massive and unrelenting.

All things are following my footsteps
barking frantically, as an accompaniment
funeral biting incident
the funeral of the world, and national burial

the ages, and I'm walking dead. Infinitely
tired, disillusioned, incorrect
with the feeling I was wrong
categorical in completed or abandoned or wasted
or hit the target
avatar
the futility of his great career there and torn
;
understand and admire leaders,
but I'm the coordinator of the anguish of the universe,
the destination suicide bet the deck
the expressional and
losing won the right to lose,
the man who breaks his time and sweeping gives
category scheme, but was shattered
and expectations;
retirement breaking, hammer and stone
symbol, and longing
former provincial square
and discussion with the birds, vagrancy and moth-eaten
the tattoo on the outskirts.

's raining, raining, raining, hopefully
always be raining, it rains and gale
always rampant
I am whole, is associated
popular personality of the hurricane!

the manner of railway station,
my situation is filled with goodbyes, and absence, a large tear
angry sleepy time
spills and eagles sad;
evening falls in the literature and we did what we could
, when we did what we
we wanted with our skin.

The uninhabited ocean adventurer,
the discoverer, the conqueror of nations
governor and founder of
sprawling cities, as a great captain
frustrated
remembering the dream as wrong and vile
or bartering in derision vocabulary
celestial swords
poems, handed the knife edge
rattan
the dreamer to crawl inside the chest universal
dead, the body of a conductor
villages,
with a marshal's baton
broken and throwing flames.

The "drunken, brutish, lascivious and iconoclastic" like the Cyclops of Euripides
,
wanting and dying of love, scorch the beloved
in temporary kisses
is nothing more than a wounded lion and bit of condors
Deciduous
in the "Republic murdered"
and as the national sorrow is mine, the popular pain pierces
me the word, rending,
as if all the starving children in Chile were
my relatives;
the tragic and Dionysian
shipwrecked in this huge bundle of lust in distress, and the connection

agonal crashes head on the walls of
fallen sun peaked,
trumpets thrown away, broken bottles, faded flags
bloodied by the martyrdom of shoddy work
paid;
hear snoring death
world below in the manner of snakes, in the manner of
shotguns pointed at my head, the way

of God, which never existed.

Friday, April 1, 2011

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Tell me about Tragacete




My father collects forwarded. Stores them in folders.'s Animals folder, folder, Landscapes, Love folder, the folder and the folder Chief Madrid. The latter contains old photos servant intended to use during their exile almost three months of summer to talk about a periphery that no longer exists. For example, through the Four Roads:







O of this, the Paseo de Extremadura:





Or this one, street Eugenia de Montijo:









The idea was to combine the pictures with quotes, it occurs to me, Rafael Sanchez Ferlosio, Pío Baroja and Rosa Chacel. Ie with quotes from books that have portrayed real-time edge. Was therefore going to devote a certain intensity to English literature. I mention Baroja, to Ferlosio Chacel and they are the best authors I've read, but the plan contained gaps solve my homeland, so I started with Rafael Chirbes: The hunter shot . I loved it. I found these brief assessments, appropriate para este blog, pero famélicas por lo que respectaba a mi pretensión:


      «Me llevó más arriba de Cuatro Caminos, y me indicó con el índice aquel paisaje desolado de hierbas quemadas por el invierno y desmontes.
      "¿Qué ves?", me preguntó. Y yo le respondí que veía un campo mísero que me hacía añorar la dulzura mediterránea de nuestra tierra. Se echó a reír. "No eres muy largo de vista, Carlos." Le dije que si lo que me pedía was a list, see fallow, shacks protected by the slopes, children digging in the landfill and some dogs. Now, his smile had turned into a loud laugh. "Be careful, lest the dogs will not let you see the gold." "


The case began and ended with Chirbes. For reasons not relevant here, I had to wear ; to read tons of English literature. It was a really small deviation (Chirbes is English literature), yet ruined my future post. I found, yes, Many mothers, especially preguerracivilista: it was not because the author's style transposing what he saw, or what he had seen, but recreations recreations recreations of the Great Via, Sol and Huertas, and also the Residencia de Estudiantes, which is almost the most peripheral that appears in the prewar and war novels. Even when they are well made and dare to get and byways, there is no one to save the smell of precooked food. And I wanted to eat raw dish.










Here's what I mean by pre-cooked food:


"I came to Madrid as soon as I took the first walk through the square Santa Ana between Boots and the market women was as if I were in New York . I like the English. I like them, as you say. I like trams so slow and ramshackle and I like pots of red geraniums on the balconies . I like the same thing Trail the Museo del Prado . "


The fragment belongs to the mists of time , Antonio Muñoz Molina. The speaker is a foreigner, so I guess that justifies the landscape looks out of a retrospective Tourist Office: no objection in terms of likelihood. However, as a reader would have preferred the character spoke to me, what I, his spittoon. A street that no longer exists. Either hoax that he had crossed his mind to the author, and not having to do with Real Madrid in the collective imagination. Mind you, I am not judging The night of time by these four lines. than talk is tiresome treatment of certain scenarios in literature and film. I'm sick of landmarks. Central Park, the Trail of the Rive Gauche and Trafalgar Square. We went there and made speeches already. Please talk to me Tragacete: sure going to have to think twice about where to get the look. My boyfriend says that the best slogan for Teruel would have been the 'Teruel exists', which makes me think that perhaps the great novel about the civil war comes when it leaves our automated heads dwell. At least in landscape terms.

Friday, February 25, 2011

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Another perspective on the publisher and its role


"What are you reading?" Words, words, all words "(Hamlet )


" the editor's job as I see it, that is working with the word "(James Vallcorba)


" very few write for one, as there is no work, and want, and you go, be rewarded, not with money but with seeing and reading their works, and if there is something, might boast "( Lázaro de Tormes )


Reading - No paper - conference today Jaume Vallcorba Zaragoza offered at the meeting of the Ibero-American editorial entitled Crossroads Another look (channel # otramirada twitter) makes me reflect on the passion-that of word-which I share, and the task or job of editing "that I love to share the level shown this professional so far.

But I can not disagree more with some principles and approaches advocated in the document, perhaps because the word love is philology brings me to keep it alive and traveling through the various media that are capable of transmitting , without trying to preserve at all costs in a niche role or another.

First, Vallcorba begins by positioning in a comprehensive manner the threats that hinder the work of the editor. For him, to changing business model and predicted his colleagues Yorkers to glimpse the electronic formats and some permanent changes in habits (not specified), the dangers posed to the editor, in his opinion, piracy, then " discussion about the legitimacy of copyright, without which our business can not exist "and finally the idea advocated by some agents that mediation is unnecessary Editor" between author and reader. I

that on piracy, especially if it relates to digital and is much talk recently, and has become hackneyed topos commercial our late time of printing, but seems to always be fashionable in this type meetings for brushing a speech that takes pride in the public sector so that it evokes a pleasure as a threat alive, eternal, uncertain but omnipresent: the truth is that there should be no more talk of piracy and light when, in the case of most books, a digital product (other than paper) is put into circulation by anonymous editors scan themselves and, in some cases, review the product before distribution electronically for free. It is certainly a serious problem for the author, who was not asked whether to allow this issue, but it should not be commercially for an editor role, even having the rights to publish in both formats, and the media scope, or excuse refuses to serve a digital product of that work. The law protects it, no doubt, but is working against itself and its work, which is connected to a demanding public with an author sued. On the contrary, seeks to kidnap them both to privilege one particular mode of distribution, like a dog in the manger, which lets you edit publish or not. So in many cases, the danger of piracy is summarized in danger of unrecognized editorial competition posed by the editor pirate, whose work is limited in many cases not authorized to publicize an author publishing his text (who bill for publicity if there seems to be the owner of the server). In any case, I do not know what's new in this threat that it was not already in the sixteenth century with the many pirate editions, unauthorized, the Lazarillo, or photocopies of both spoken before the popularization of computer read.

Second, the league closely rapporteur copyright publishing industry, because without those you can not work. I think that question about piracy may itself demonstrates that is, although now illegal, obviously, without acquiring the rights granted by the author seems impossible to issue honestly. But also understand that edit this pre-1931 authors editorial task is not worthy of consideration, as under current legislation in this matter makes them duty free. There should be a rights issue, no. The danger is proposed as threatening is the discussion on "the legitimacy of copyright": it seems that if you ever need not acquire those rights according to the custom , the publisher would have no role for labor death. I do not know. Rather for labor dysfunction. I always thought the job was driving an editor to edit, ie, bringing to light texts of an author to an audience. The rest should follow that. Nobody fights for edit Cervantes when all we can do, and continually publishes a variety of ways, but it seems unthinkable or commercially unviable over an editorial in Castilian, or all they wanted-fiche to last Nobel prize, at a time. So publishers are looking steal each other works, to either edit or stop edit in many cases where the rights are parked without use . Therefore, it seems that the threat is not so much the present discussion on legitimacy, but the consequent difficulty to kidnap back to the author or his work within a single seal, when the author can now be free of it and use, at any given time, as they have some , other distribution channels and other forms of publishing alternatives. Could have done it before and better support infrastructure and editors, but is rarely the case.

Third, to echo the publisher suffers scorn and danger of no longer mediate between author and reader I find unworthy of an editor as risky and solvent to be risked at the time with a project as suicide called Cliff , perhaps if I had to jump to a site after its failure. Cliff has not been a failure, of course, and counts among its catalog magnificent and necessary book. In fact, I do not understand my reading world past, present or future without their editorial work. I think at that time the editor underestimated or overestimated their public role of risk with a habitual pessimism was not necessary as the project flourished and survives. And I think today has also happened again in another look, with the difference that was not designed any new editorial idea or risky. Which invites us to plunge now to reflect on the role of the editor, who may not be required to arbitrate in the same way now, especially not with that attitude and not very porous obsessive about fears or threats of well-known: because in essence, the editor should assume that exists to help the author to get his work to the reader, and investigate a thousand ways to do so if necessary. But not just paper world, but now in a networked world.

I worry about how Vallcorba opposed to the threats some compensation, as the name, referring to some newspapers' role as defending the basic support ", and whose young readers grow in the shade of century-old letterpress and deep dense articles . Stresses that the proud director of a newspaper is not subject to fashion. I infer from this two things: that the publication is not on paper is the result fashions, and that such publication has absolutely no intellectual depth and solvency. With the editor and customs have come across. But with what?

The legitimate question about what should be the role of editor is answered in the presentation with a beautiful and melancholy eulogy to the history of human value and written transmission of the word, which is considered not only the exclusive preserve of men, element that distinguishes it from other living beings are not rational, but raw material editor. Totally agree. But I wonder, then, the parade of words that extol the word itself from its biblical roots as a carrier of creation (let there be light) to the magic summoner the same through the open sesame leads us to the fiction, including in between patients and heroic scribes who changed the logos Greek by Latin verbum to leave a written legacy that they managed to select as demanding editors. A written legacy, but not necessarily printed. And not always on paper. In fact, the creative word, and especially magic, was oral for a long time. So I do not understand the compensation involved in the publication flattering printed on paper of a European Journal. From one perspective can be a risky business, but it is more than innovating digitally publish in other media, used daily and may be fashionable among our readers. I fear that the editor who speaks is trapped in a labyrinth of paper where you catch the word that fed him for decades. Edit or publish or leaves.

For further extol his praise of the word flirt unconsciously seeking dialogue with the printed media that has accompanied the editor for many centuries, the image is attacked, which is seen as a mere word help in the West and sparsely able, such as music, to create a tradition and history themselves apart from the word itself and its bunch of platitudes. All this to finally shore up a critique editorial practice of hypermedia electronic books character, such as a process currently editing the work of Proust, who would take their places and references to music-imagine a variety of other "immediately connected to the passage in question. It seems that with this, we are assured, we lose the power of recall and imagination on the floor, and replace it with a "crude (even if it's good) artwork flat." In short, poor illustrators and photographers, whose arts do not deserve defile the pristine splendor of verbum.

Vallcorba is a philologist by profession alert and a respected editor, so perhaps got carried away a bit, from the tower on a cliff of books, habitual pessimism in the sector and a clear attachment to nineteenth-century print of the book bourgeois. But his quotes about the profound dialogue representing the books through reading, quoting Petrarch to evoke the books that "speak to us," Quevedo and referring to how we "speak through the eyes of the dead" (with Quevedo wrote more accurately "live in conversation with the dead / and hear with my eyes the dead ), we inadvertently give rise to a broader perspective on power oral and visual word-form-not only to the editor was not used only indirectly. If we examine the reading practices of their times which are then forgotten during the rationalism, we know that men do not read the printed book with the same look imaginative, with the same imagination and fantasy in the fourteenth century or the seventeenth century. Apart multisensory character medieval reading, and avoiding the silent reading was not common practice until the Baroque , and traditional reading was so sound, the interior view of reading was as important as the script itself . While it was assumed words leave it as written to memory, this was at the same time evoke powerful images or associated with, helped even a somatic-provision in order to remember each of the sections of the text later. will be a reading intensive involving memorization, almost word for word, as a key element of an internalization or meditation of the content (did read as well, even the brainy books?). The development of an art of memory through public areas and its association with iconic images, which the Petrarca helped promote such discourse structuring, answers to these customs Lost and reading, and the reason why many topoi match in the visual arts and literature is that both reinforced a cultural model where word and image are mutually supportive in pursuit of collective memory. The mass publication of illustrated books devoted exclusively to iconology during the XVI and XVII show the explicit introduction of a model where the reading of moles evoked and established visual and symbolic image of it. So read the Petrarca voice and eyes of a precise and simultaneous, and miniatures of the codex and the cathedral could be read in their pictures with words air, making the reverse path between two modes of meaning and narrative. Writing in the Middle Ages appears and develops in the following centuries, therefore, as a means of transmission or score as reading update is fully multimodal, more than what we now call multimedia. See, hear, read were linked in a complex network of partnerships around reading and its modes. This reading, which enhanced multimodal multimedia sculpture, music, drama, printmaking and painting, we can see today on mutual respect and complementarity between cinema, literature and video game with its various techniques (dialogue, characters, drawings, patterns) influencing. same thing is happening with the network and the convergence of ways and means therein meet.

But the printed book has left us before our eyes this written words, not only secretly allied with words that preceded them, but with precise images that reflect original praise is hard to imagine but in his absence and emptiness, freely to evoke. Logically, we lost the rest of the context, the outdated models evoked, and the reading habits have changed. We can only personal imagination-in fact mediated by other patterns and cultural experiences, "which was romantic heritage, but whose movement did not forget to mark your favorite visual references either. In any case, the possibility of creating multimodal environments to the written word but not necessarily limited to the rich. If not done crudely, only thinking of joining a trend or compulsorily market demand. If he recovers the relationship of word and multimodal environment and evokes feelings arise. And to achieve that, precisely, is the work of the editor, digital, as in Proust proposed. Undoubtedly, an editor will not link the reference reminiscent of the first cupcake Flickr image appears, but will link and share with readers what other sensations (an image, video, song, a word) make it past evoke memories and trigger drenched memories, certainly, when Proust quotes a character referred to ride of the Valkyries Wagner hoped that the reader knows and evokes the agency or as soon as possible: in either of these two cases I like to have it right there and , because I know what you hear the character and simultaneously getting lost in his words, or ponder: is a particular piece, it is an evocation that gives free without the reader's imagination and therefore not limited in their reading experience. The writers are more precise, I see what they think of them many of their editors. Of course, I have the right to not want to hear, but that should not be an impossible technology, but a choice of reading. Edit and stop editing.

Anyway, I'd like to hear from an accomplished editor who less than a year ago he wished he'd been editor of Borges or Calvino and ensure they do not retire because their job is to play , the virtues of innovative proposals or risk challenging issues where the game suggested by the word incorporated with all the magnificence of your power (without narcissism) to support and digital ecosystem. Play with other modes of narration, as if the word would make the thought, the image adheres to the concept. I would have liked, then another look. A change of habit, not a swan song. The books remind us of the impossible , multimedia objects and libraries infinite designed by Borges or multiple paths crossed destinies of Calvin. It seems that there are no old knights who embody the word of the books of adventure, going off the paper ride, at the risk of sticks, the wider world. O yes.

"There are many types of editor", true. But at this point, not wanting to take responsibility rather than editing made on paper, and only the printed word, it seems more an exercise in self-indulgence of bad logocentrism faced a challenge thrown to the colleagues of a profession with a future. Because among other things, the printed edition, if we want both to relocate to a new model not only business but editing techniques, only need to acquire a status for itself and for the times when you experience all media and channels through which it can spread. Then we will see, once explored the possibilities for what we want and use each bracket. Want to edit and edit. Beyond

no monsters (no more than here and now.) sailed well in a network that just not enough words, either spoken or written. Stormy seas, of course, with a constant roar and some siren song that Ulysses is based bear some tweets to avoid falling into their networks. But it is a dumb book. In line with his words, Petrarch would not hesitate to browse around and talking to other texts, as "passing each other fuels the desire." And perhaps find ways to reclaim his art visual memory mediated by the machine and making it the extension of their memory, the new interface of meditative reading. Because the network is not exactly lacking memory, but active editors that process, organize and take care it, that humanize. Lege memoriter . Since then, perhaps twitter, diametrically opposed to printing on paper, is a fad for many, but today, the word, and the dialogue Vallcorba adjudicated as an essential human virtue of mutual knowledge, is there so that someone to edit.

What will be left alone?


Thursday, February 24, 2011

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said Vicenç Pagès Jordà whist players that the land is a stage of development, a stage in which a wasteland ends up being partially surrounded by buildings and flooded with junk, bricks and debris. He also said the hodgepodge Pagès, is constantly changing, the place becomes unexplored, and that is a party for children, a laboratory wild.

a couple of months ago I went to New Carabanchel, and I came across a solar anomaly. Was inside a building that resembled a tent authorities of containers, or unsolvable Rubik's Cube:






It was a mound land surrounded by bollards and even a few stunted trees. It was obviously not a lot, but imitated. In safaris also appears the beasts are free. The safaris, needless to say, are better than zoos, and mounds of earth in which to wallow and bury his hands to play devil's horns give a thousand kicks to those parks seem plastic kennels. However, despite their kindness, they are still simulations, and freedom does not admit degrees. Foucault might see here a refinement of power: the children face the unknown in a circuit similar experiences. Ie internalize a sense of adventure that others have decided for them. A fiasco.

probably an overstatement; Infants and arranging follow them to exit the plate perfectly. To lose with healthy perversity in the solar fake:






Although this building I like, I could not live in it. I do not know what material will be made, perhaps one that resists tsunamis, but I do not stop containers, of feeling against insecurity, longing for smooth walls and sturdy. Never mind that my impression does not correspond to reality: I grew up in houses that seemed solid, and that's my sense of home. Here would be afraid to wake up one morning and discover me hanging from a crane and ready to be shipped to, I dunno, Dubrovnik.

Friday, February 11, 2011

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International Quality Congress culminated


System Improving the quality of Fe y Alegría is already on the street in the neighborhood school, is in the public arena. The proposal is open to debate and discussion.
This was emphasized by Professor Victor Murillo director of Fe y Alegría Colombia and System Improvement Coordinator to express their gratitude for the success of the Congress came to an end. Professor Victor Murillo
closed on International Quality Congress held in Bogota Colombia with the attendance of 500 delegates.
Professor Murillo said: "We went from the stage of sleep to the design of the floor to practice to have a system quality improvement. He called not to be discouraged, to continue to implement the proposal. The results we will see in time, find safe and mistakes along the way, but learn and continue in the struggle for quality education. Fe y Alegría
confirms its willingness to dialogue with everyone to promote quality public education in Latin America and the Caribbean. Victor Murillo appreciated that the Ministries of Education of Paraguay, Colombia, Guatemala and El Salvador recognized and certified the work that has been playing the Fe y Alegría movement. We
a snail sometimes while we are rays. Come back and then forward momentum in search have a well-trained teachers, a good school and get good people, responsible, knowledgeable and professional to be united and solve problems. Ended
International Quality Congress. More than 200 delegates from 16 countries came back with joy and a thousand questions, to their homes, but with the desire to bring these experiences to schools.

Highlights First Time Half Head?

At this time Congress comes to an end


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Venezuela




Delegates from Venezuela surprised all and sundry to get on the stage located at the headquarters of the Congress in Bogota and release a song for life, peace and education quality. Viva
life, keep peace, a sign of quality, popular education alive. They all raised their hands in sign of prayer, we welcome the God of Life, applaud the God of Peace.
share the work with smiles of joy. We feel that we are brothers, we are one big family. I believe in you, believe me, believe in humanity, we are all nutrients in this great society.
educated and trained with simplicity and love, looking for moving the quality and value.
30 teachers, principals and researchers are the Venezuelan delegation experiences brought to the Congress and the song of Victor Lopez de Fe y Alegria School Santa Ana, Valencia, Venezuela trim and tempers flare in the event that ends today.

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Alligator Vs. American Crocodile

dead pages page numbering alive!

"Have Always Been Citations symbolic," Mr. Rankin says. "I do not think I need anymore symbolic. I want an actual link ."

For years now the Modern Language Association and other professional groups dedicated to academic research and written presentation of their findings are at the crossroads of how to properly cite other technological means other than the book. While there has been establishing the need to cite specific support after the reference, to which are added different specifications if you cite a movie, book, magazine, etc., The issue of e-books is beginning to cause some panic grows as the number of material available through this medium. Why? Pagination poor, nonexistent, or changed due to the method that follows the device. This applies, of course, to the imprecision with which they cite a passage.

While the problem is understandable, it does seem ironic in this way to tame the half-digital, which works with other rules, other methods of location. And it is a problem half. On the one hand, I find it curious that the literature regarding the precise citation page serves, in a clear case of logocentrism form, as published in codex, ie books and magazines, but little impact or at least practice to mark the exact MINUTES certain references to films or sound files. Simultaneously, the increasing ability to find text files on the network than the codex format, without the use unnumbered pages and paragraphs, creating confusion over the alarming situation that some e-books, and aspiring or substitutes and the throne academic authority, lack of adequate or standard paging. But an e-book page, textual composition depends on a steady cash flow moving and the screen depending on the hosting, no longer seems to be the most appropriate if we want to find a quote on it. Because in reality, the best way to find a date is access to the quotation itself.
The purpose of a page in a print edition is the rapid location of a passage within a technological artifact called codex works divided into areas called pages and text blocks called chapters (with several other smaller divisions) referred to in the table of contents or index. Thus was born the greatest virtue of the book analog digital, non-sequential access to large blocks of content. The immobility of the text in that spatial arrangement in leaves but are mobile and can move allows continuous pagination. But the same would be useless in an audiovisual document, which takes place in a fixed space but continuous flow, divisible only by the succession of his times perfectly programmed. In an e-book reader that uses a screen as a fixed space for both the variable of a video stream to the static printed text, even apologizes interest in paging because the remedy in a way the composition of a page we identified display per page. But deep down it lacks a feature perfect for one reason: if I extend the letter of my device, the start page is altered and ceases to be a page to become more and no longer fits the segmentation of my page with the pages of the book (which schizophrenia and conceptual aberration). It should be adapting to the environment: if I find something in a digital device, or go to the hypertext index to address a particular section, or use the form on the first words of the quote I want, instead of searching the page and then the fragment within the various pages of my site. What is more likely if I quote something it is because before I thought and I selected the text, so that a digital annotation is sufficient (though still imperfect systems) to link the appointment with your text, and therefore, the information I have it already saved.

Returning to the quest for accuracy, which is what makes not only to scholars but to very diverse interest in the continued progress of the search engines and web 3, 4, 5.0-What is really needed is to create a system that allows us to connect (silently through the label text document itself) is not only a website or a page within that site, but the exact spot where my appointment starts where you start reading the text that I mean, where I see the concrete bullet comic, which begins my visual dialogue sequence. Where I want in an interconnected system which access is analog in design. In the network I see only two options: either cite any document in general (the URL of the book, video, song, the document) and then use a search engine after our blind date, or rather, we cite in particular, directly linked to point that concerns us the document in question. This latter requires attention and development, especially because we can not rely solely initiatives such as the New York Times , which are very limited and must be carried out manually and growing self-paragraph that you want to link. Videos on YouTube has a system similar link and embed videos from a point, but not limit to the desired sequence.

Kindle Interestingly, whose software did not use any page, just backtrack on its segmentation locations for your books, which certainly gave an accuracy close to the Bible verses and no doubt further than the page. From now returns to the pages, following the print edition, apparently by popular demand. It is true that in reading groups, if some have the physical book and other digital, have a harder time to agree, but it shows that is not used properly the form of the Kindle. And only read new books, because it really is hard to find when several people have different printed editions of a book and page but that does not confuse ...

But the question remains: the digital thread of the citation on the web is still to himself, and it seems that not even dare to turn the page on the subject. When will it be?







Sunday, January 23, 2011

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The site within the doomsday house


happens like this: for years I'm sure have crossed several times a medium sized town somewhere in La Mancha whose name I do not remember because the names did not import anything, also claimed to have seen the bed of the Turia River in the days cloudy, threatening to overflow and bring more consistency to the look moldy buildings (the mold was indeed miasma of dust and exhaust). Then I go to old maps, looking for the road running along the southern sub-plateau and there is no city at all, but people schematic plot and sparse. As the river, I write this memory in a story and then I have doubts: what if I dream it? I note that when the torrential rains and floods I was not even born, ergo I dreamed. Or I have invented. No matter: still part of my past. It is an image that contains a feeling that perhaps it took place, and have been feeding to determine my identity and Therefore my sense. However, the form of that sense is hide. The last word has to empty memory. Marguerite Duras said, I spoke of myself as a platform monotonous.

The house end of the world is a book by Monica Dickens I read at age 10. Or at 11. I remember the cover, a dilapidated building and spooky, I remember that I chose this novel because I was worried the picture, and because anything that meant traveling to the land of Oz or a a coven should a place on my shelves. I thought there were worlds beyond this, and that the fictions contained the password. Expected to get up every day and fly out the window mounted on a broomstick. It was enough to give the secret book, or movie, or some formula revealed in Revelation . I read because I wanted, and did not begin with the words, but illustrations of the covers. Sometimes I think that previous reading of the images have been superimposed on the actual reading, so that when I try to recall the contents of a book I mix it with which I first imagined. Many of my memories are fanciful book. For example, I was sure that The doomsday house told the story of a community of children to Langstrum Pipi, but no. It contains are aunts, and a pair of animals abandoned by their parents.


(Here's another example of the type of cover I liked.)


I think my rides have something of the manner in which old selected my reading, I'm going to hunt for something revealing. Like now I'm realistic, I hope the unveiling illuminate certain aspects of this world. I do not know who told me he knew a guy who fell in the last subway stations of all lines of the cities he visited to gain a different perspective. The fact is that in this quest at times I come across images of my past. With my books fantasized. With the end of the world home. This is the story of one of those games.

Vallecas I again, this time low and took the street Portazgo Clown Fofó. I hate clowns.





I have just two hours, and am left with three architects to not know anything. It is assumed that one of them went to my school and we met hundreds of times through the courtyards and corridors. In fact, her face it sounds, and soon invades me that feeling of being helpless to my past. I become what it was, and I do not like.

We go to a bar that looks like a rock del Rayo Vallecano, and now is the waiter who shows helpless before us: we no reeds, no wine, or Coca-Cola or sun, but tea with milk, tea with lemon pennyroyal. He is not sure know how to give good milk tea. It is clear that men entering the bar only.

The architects will be presented to a public competition. The council has demolished nearly all buildings in the colonies St. Francis Xavier and Our Lady of the Angels to create a ecobarrio . Copy: "It will house (the ecobarrio) 2069 public housing units will have renewable energy for its operation, such as biogas, thanks to the Governing Board approved the development project plan Interior Reform (PERI) of the area. "The architects explained to me and I take note. From what I aim, I am interested in this:" It is a gap between grids. The structures give them. "" Strange shapes of the plots, which have to adapt the buildings, strange because they are irregular. "" It is about 3 levels, and propose 8. "" People see the chimneys and scared. "The architects are with me about an hour. Then they go to America to eat the cooked, and I'm going to photograph the site. To reach the street I go Fofó Clown, which is very long, and where there are buildings that I call ilegítimamente "costeros", como éste:







Dicha calle tiene su zona verde (parque Fofó), que parece un cementerio:
 
 
 
 
 
Se llega a un bulevar peatonal donde alguien decidió que no habría locales comerciales:
 
 
 


the end of this soulless turned the corner and arrive at my destination, ie one of the fanciful images of my books. The first thing you see are four huge chimneys, as architects, produce suspicion among neighbors, it does not suggest anything green, but on the contrary, look like out of a nuclear power plant:


increases as I approach my impression of me met with one of those temporary folds speakers Deleuze and Guattari in Critical and clinical (I think it's there) about Proust's madeleine. There are five levels of landscape living together as brothers do not know if: the fireplaces, a modern building on a side, some houses I guess oldest colony in the middle of the mud ruined, gardens and trails around here and there, and no function overlap (though the will) and three or four property than it was the colony, I guess I have not been torn down because there is no way to relocate worldwide.










Using the boundary between the solar without spatial coordinates and Monday January 17 at 15:00 am in San Diego Avenue is the home of the end of the world, main reason for this post:




I go from there rocked by the double fiction.
I thank the architects and get out my broom.