Friday, December 24, 2010

Wife Wants Blk Baby Stories

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2.0.1.0 2.0.1.1 Touching

"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us" (John 1:14)


Christmas celebrates a birth that changed history and changed the culture, values, mode of living and thinking of an entire civilization is based on different ways on its foundation. So I would like to celebrate too, without messianism none, the desire for a digital birth, perhaps a new way of presenting fiction: those of earlier, now, the immediate future as well.

This reminds me today that if the creation of a history text is made as a labor and birth, which is held by a few close to the author, the editing is finished the same as the presentation of a child in the temple, to the reading public, which will support their reading and advertising history. Verb and made incarnate, he begins to dwell among us.

The publishing empire as we knew it, in its vast network of paper fell, but the digital edition stands today, tonight, and next year, or next decade, nestled on a bed of straw, under the light a shooting star, bright, somewhat uncertain but constant hidden in a humble manger inn not reach in many places, but of which everyone speaks and some wise and visit and geotag wearing gold few, incense others some myrrh. Sheep others that not all metals . I also have the Herod who want to stab the baby in the manger, and thus seem to want to destroy all newborn initiative a possible future that does not resemble any the past.

The story of the Nativity, moved from orality to writing papyrus and parchment, entered in the new format of -century codex, to printing at 42 lines per page Gutenberg vocal reading of the pulpit, the iconographic vision frames, altarpieces and paintings at film and television, the network networks, and will remain so for ever and ever .

Basically, the story of the Nativity, like any story or searches disclosed and belong to different generations of readers and spectators that happen and make it happen: that is now in the magnificent hybrid of media eagerly hypermedia Transmediatic, interactive, social and . The birth difficult and erratic digital edition emerges as a global desire and an opportunity to rethink the paradigm of our values, our fiction, and our way of sharing so many stories. Year 0.

why the following video of widespread viral these days is more than just a clever metaphor, and became the finding of a digital reality, also a way of seeing and understanding the story, of seeing ourselves reading the world The fiction that we are made. Editors take note doubters still good news.

will now great patriarchs, new book orders, heresies, persecutions, Judas and passions, sublime artistic expressions, inquisitions, and digital demonstrations as many virtual identities generate this nativity 2.0.1.1 But those who live for fiction, to revive their various forms, materials, presentations and possibilities is the best way to continually reborn in each of its echoes and their readings.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2.0.1.0 2.0.1.1 (beta)

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Altima University In Iowa

Caño Roto and New Carabanchel







was 10 years old and my grandfather gave me three hundred pesetas. With that spent hours in strollers shock. It was August, my grandmother threw me a half can of colony S-3 in my hair and the bristles knelt to draw a hard line still very perfect, I had a set of shirt and trousers green with yellow fruit had to be bananas and lemons, and another set of shorts and white striped purple with a picture of a smiling redhead. They were my favorite sets. There was more, but I did not like, and 88 in a town of Andalusia did not need a new outfit for each day of the week. And even less as a child: could throw you two months by putting green all the even days and the odd purple stripes without fear of any little bitch you look bad because they did the same (those of my school concluded in Valencia, however, they could get to watch you very bad). Nor did anyone need to watch over you when you came out into the street in the morning you took the bike and I went where I wanted, and in the afternoon, with money from the grandfather or godfather, I'll buy sweets and you get together with other children, and did what you wanted, essentially desgañitarte run and no one around to tell you no, and that already had plenty of cars, and Gangs of 14 years who spent the summer cool with the and a shit bike atropellarte. A strange synchronicity in which nobody believes has made to arrive safely to adulthood. But what was, with three hundred peel my grandfather gave me for the show, and after I combed my grandmother, came running down the street and planted in the bumper cars, ready to go there the next four hours. When I spent all the money you my cousin balls to invite me, or came home to scratch twenty dollars more. Always happening, in that order, before a raffle with dolls Shoshone, a machine that drove a man and you read the future if their hand (I put it once, and only remember his prediction that I would become succubus, word had not ever heard) and a mobile sales van where you could buy nougat, coconut balls, anise and almonds. Sometimes in the raffle were made Chicane in the machine at Los Chunguitos and nougat to Los Chorbos, sometimes those who were Los Chorbos sounded in the raffle and the machine's Chungking and nougat, and others were Los Calis mambo kings. And so. I already had my favorite songs, which of course coincided with the most commonly heard. Something that did not sound twenty times over those four hours had no chance of liking. My summer hits were Heroin and A white dove .






When we announced that we want to see Caño Roto, Manolo tells us that "there is a group of these style of Chungking. I think Chicane." No, Marisa? ". Marisa is not safe, though she is in the neighborhood. I've fallen in Carpetana, and go with Esther, who always wants to see a building when it comes to Madrid because, as I said in previous post, she is an architect and urban planner character apart from this blog, and argues that here , there are things very interesting. A couple of days before he went to Sanchinarro and finished walking down the slope of the M-30. A peripheral excursion, of which we like. The buildings constructed between ring roads and railroad tracks, for example, many nursing homes for old can not escape, even if I do not remember what Esther was looking for a nursing home. Took this picture when he managed to find a bridge:






The Chorbos, which have two discs that include Caño Roto in the title, was more aristocratic than Los Chunguitos (from Vallecas) or Los Calis (del Pozo del Tio Raimundo). They fused flamenco and rock, and the result according to Wikipedia is called urban pop. I here the song that was heard through the speakers of the raffle of my people


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cgsRJQYNt0

Most
cream of the worst according to Marisa, whose adolescence was pure eighties in Carabanchel, were the Cerro de la Mica, the Minimum and Caño Roto. In the Cerro de la Mica shacks had until recently. A reaolojó Gypsies were in a red brick buildings are not bad, compared to the Green Wedge, the park that have been done on the old village, and I crossed to get from my house to Urgel Alto de Extremadura, because my ex boyfriend lived there. According to this blog , Caño Roto is a town run from when the mass migration from rural to city (year 50). To avoid substandard, workers are putting him to build their own homes. Those sent were the architects. The results are neat little houses that seem humble and worksite if it did not have two floors, and apparently also a patio, the houses form a tiny little streets with flower beds and neighbors old. Since there is nothing to suggest the byways in the eighties, but certainly more of a grandpa for the way out we lost a son, or have a few in jail.




around here in summer, take the chairs into the street and take the fresh, here it literally is true that Madrid is not more than sum of a lot of people. Almost all of La Mancha, Extremadura and Andalusia.






is Caño Roto formed only by self-built houses. There are also commercial buildings without bass, which stood apart:





Many of these buildings feature a pastel green or frog. We are putting lifts on the outside, on the facade.




Esther tells me that the self-built houses are problematic, since they impede the energy saving and invested a lot to adapt.

We ran into very small squares majas:





We're walking down the street Gallur. We headed for the third, a Cojonudos chalets that were built for the Legionnaires. When democracy came the expropriated. Are noon and drops a strange light, very white, coastal, and this photo seems taken in summer, but we're freezing:





Esther is the one carrying the camera and has made all the photos in this post (thank you, Esther). I'm going ahead with Manolo and Nicholas, who sleeps so pancho in Cart:





the end we get into the park San Isidro, and then at the cemetery (cemeteries talk another day.) Back on the road Carpetana, we passed the old racetrack, which was a girl Marisa bet for a greyhound, and where there are now soccer fields.













Next to the metro, Nicholas says goodbye to his balloon:




Objective number two: the New Carabanchel. Esther wants to see the bamboo house, which is awarded and all. I prepare to run into something similar to Sanchinarro streets instead of highways between the moles have housing. Ie: I prepare for I do not like, and to confirm the district said in this blog that in Madrid is no longer generated street, city, public space. However, I have to eat potatoes that claim. I do not know what the neighbors think, but the New Carabanchel, where housing units alternate with others that are not, like a neighborhood fixer. First, because Street was created as God intended, with its bars and shops and good places. And second, because it is now inviting tenders for public housing, which means that architects, to win, you have to heat the head and not repeat the same building model.

descended on the peseta. We are confident that we will eat in a restaurant that looks like Irish franchise recently opened or in a restaurant in the door of which reads: Established in 2005. Bingo: the street we came upon a symbiosis of both. Food is also part of syncretism: potatoes broken eggs are frozen, but the sausage known FETEN.

Esther tells me it is possible to guess the age of the architects for the materials they use. Brick is Purete own, those who are entering the crisis of the 40 use a "technical material? (Do not remember, Esther), which has made renewed tile industry. That results in constructions of this color:




Or these other, very cool:







  • thirtysomething architects are even more daring with materials *:





I repeat that all this tells me Esther. When I read this transcript released is not exactly so, and again: "I hope you never see an anger me."

El barrio alterna este tipo de eficio de ¿material tecnológico? con otros ladrillistas que tampoco pintan mal. Los árboles de los parques están recortaditos, y hay solares como el que describe Vicenç Pagès Jordà en Los jugadores de whist , donde los niños, y seguro que también algún que otro mayor, se lo pasan en grande.










We are a school or something like that to poor, which has a garden like a miniature forest. Esther ensures that casting will not see the picture: sure they think they want to catch a Down. The repression produced an evil mind, he said Freud.





We reached the M-40:




Then we went running to the house of bamboo, which is at the other end of the neighborhood:




And that's all, folks.

* (Me chiva an anonymous colorful building architects have designed some 50 years: "The architects, professors at the School of Architecture in Madrid, Extreme Temperatures are the study. Here you have information on their age: http: / / www.amann-canovas-maruri.es/cv.html

As your page site is not updated, do not show pictures of the finished building, only original drawings and models. However, you can find them here: http://www.imagensubliminal.com/content/obra/viviendas-en-carabanchel-1 . "Thank you, anonymous.)

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Cake Writing With Zip Lock

(Mi) Writing and city


A week ago I participated
Eñe in this mini-festival on the relationship between urban space and my writing:


"One day receive an e-mail the author of comics Leandro Alzate. His words I am intrigued by the precision and simplicity to express how I work my texts. Leandro tells me she likes my way of developing in the urban fiction and it is sustained only in the modulation of feelings as the narrative thread. A few emails then begins to emerge the possibility of collaboration. Mal Leo given the comic book published in Astiberri Leandro, and has a minimum history, terrible and beautiful teenagers, I speak of the concern that I cause its blurry and almost empty stage, a concern, I say, which is the possibility that the bolts of openness. Buildings could be demolished tomorrow industrial buildings, alleys, lots and, finally, a landscape of ruins but not projected into the past, but that is balanced between this and a strange future. I say yes, they do not cost me my line open their scenarios, and then he sends me a series of photographs, all points of passage: a corridor, an underground passage, the stairs of a ferry.







In an interview with EL Doctorow few months ago appeared in Chimera, the author, referring to Homer and Langley , his latest novel, he said some very interesting things about writing. The first is that the writer of a myth, giving the meaning of legend, myth, something that holds a mystery that is to unravel because it presupposes that hides a key determinant, ie, a meaning. Without But Doctorow notes that this sense is the end, when the work is written, and not before. I have here the words of American author because, in so far as the town is still for me a kind of legend, mystery theme is far from exhausted (and pass me revealed why hell I install it), to move to the level of sense can only be a sham. However, I am obliged to do so because this is a conference and not a fiction, and I'm friendly formats. I take it, and you also should do, that what I say here are only hypotheses about the role that the city is creating in my work, and that the hypothesis can, and even to the extent I conceive of writing as discovery and not as a thesis, must be false.

I think the best way to approach the matter is to proceed as if I had to explain a tag tags. These tags are the concepts that come to mind when I think of the city and how it is treated through the literature. One of those tags that, if this a blog, it would appear with letters rather fat, would be the "center-periphery." Call center to everything that is establishing the identity of a city, not just the space labeled as such on maps. Usually this space and the identity of the city match, to the point that sometimes it is reduced to the typical map of downtown hotels to offer their customers courtesy of El Corte Ingles. But let's go to the Spain of the 80. In cities like Valencia old town was impassable, and the good people would have none of the rabble who lived there or decrepit buildings. The course was pure center periphery bourgeois citizen, who had the power to define what was and what was not the city, nor trod nor mint, and those old streets and no plan to rehabilitate them were converted into sewers. If I stick to my definition of the center, the lagoon, included in all tours a day (the Lagoon is about 10 miles south of Valencia), was in those years that the central ciutat vella. Within this framework, the periphery would obviously what is excluded from national identity. What is left out of the map of El Corte Ingles, but so that, being inside, not defining.







is very unlikely that any of my fiction will elapse in a downtown setting. It happens that the painter Antonio Lopez, who said in an interview that what inspired him was not the center, but outside. When I see pictures of, for example, rive gauche , Manhattan or the Great Way, I can not see the post. It is widely reckoned places that embody our current myths, ie the hanging narratives that identify us. To that extent, are over-interpreted, and re Doctorow, although these mythical sites, his legend is referred to history, not the mystery. The over-interpretation can be fruitful for many writers, for the end of the literature does not merely tell the same thing over and over again. However, I can not settle on this type of scenario, I weigh too much of their significant burden, and I'd rather go to places indefinite, open-stroke, like the drawings of Leandro Alzate I mentioned before or by shifting the argument to the plane of the plot, as the legend returns Doctorow's novel, the two freaks brothers Diogenes syndrome, this peripheral issue in any case it was strange for the author's claim: count the American century. By the way, Doctorow also said to have met some writers who after much research on the subject of his novels were dry, because the know they ruined the ability to create.





The tag that comes second in my blog thickness of imagination is that of "polis city, ie a space and where there is a fabric that allows a political city. The city-polis, the place where joint projects are possible, is something that comes afterwards, when I think about writing and about my fixation with certain cityscapes. I've said before that the centers of the cities are over-interpreted, in addition to representing a hierarchy (since they emit value), but somehow the suburbs are also overinterpretations: films, series and books about, say, Harlem or Carabanchel, or, and since it will be very questionable whether or Carabanchel Harlem are periphery, the evening soap opera Antena 3, whose characters tend to live in dormitory towns, or social cinema banlieue and the shack. However, this over-interpretation space occupies a very secondary. In books and films that take place in New York or Paris the narrators and the camera gives a good account of the streets, whereas in the soap opera Antenna 3 did not leave the house, or the Montoya family hut in the documentary on Roma settlements. We know nothing on the subject of outer space, and indeed is logically so, since there is no urban fabric, ie there is no public space, city. Back to the words of Leandro Alzate, who told me in his email that my storylines are based solely on the modulation of feelings, and I add: of the feelings within an urbanized area not necessarily be the space city, or even because of it. Sometimes I have the impression that my writing is synonymous with custard (a word which, incidentally, I hate), and I lift frames that are an excuse for my characters traveling on certain spaces which are usually a periphery urbanite to another where the city fades. I'm exaggerating, yes, but not much. I honestly do not know what led me to explore the inhospitable territory, certainly has to do with the unknown and the possibility and, in connection with the latter, and returning to the concept of polis, sometimes I think that the periphery , the decomposition of living, represents us better citizens because we failed. I also think that putting my characters to roam byways or sites that do not pass (imagine if I had to shoot a movie in a development I protagonist absurdly walk around the neighborhood) is somehow made habitable in that territory, make cops, but of course all of these interpretations are complacent, and it makes sense to admit that I do not know exactly why my writing some areas fire .





Discuss the tag "city as a generator of identity", or as disintegrating forces me to revisit the issue of center and periphery play with various possibilities of the most obvious and We have spoken: Downtown as a generator of identity, where the city is already written, compared to the periphery, it dissolves, however, these boundaries are mobile, as are the effects they may have on us: in this sense, perhaps ; be more decisive as to generate a strong identity refers to a landscape of buildings of official protection than the Eiffel Tower. Only add to what I said before I avoid naming enclaves like the Museo del Prado, so that if in some fictional character to put to work in the Prado, I would say simply "the museum." However, if the narrative action took place in, for example, Talavera Queen's or Tragacete, to appoint me profusely applied, precisely because they are centers of anything, and so are the opposite of what a certain type of reader that sometimes I expect myself as the setting for a novel or story. I think sometimes is violating, among other things, going against the prevailing taste, and when I say taste, ie aesthetics, I also mean ethics. "

Thursday, November 11, 2010

How Nto Treat 5 Months Old Cough

FIRST MADROÑOSFERA





Telecinco.es Copy:


" The blog Madrid kills me coined the term 'madroñosfera' to bring together the multitude of bloggers who wrote about Madrid, and the primal idea became an entity with its own life, at least in the virtual world in each of them is following with interest the entrances of their neighbors. Now, Bea Burgos ( Tetouan's blog) and Sarah (The Cheap in Madrid), two of the Madrid 2.0 bloggers, have decided it is time to "meet physically, because in the end the real contact is irreplaceable" . This Thursday is held in Madrid the I Madroñosfera, an initiative "completely independent and citizen" that is invited every fan to post on the capital.

Madrid is the common denominator 'madroñosfera', but there are posts on economics, cuisine, history, cultural experiences and proposals citizens. After their blogs, are "very different people. There are many young people, but also older, with higher education generally, but it is essential that each has something different to contribute." He described his fellow BeaBurgos network, which does not face, but he knows his qualities in photography, his style when writing or his skill in graphic design.

"Interest Madrid is what brought us together, the desire to discover the city, "explains BeaBurgos, who suggested that it was time they met in person." Slowly, we realized that there are no major events time and space for us to meet bloggers face to face, because they are so crowded that do not result in the small chorus of people who actually have something in common, "insists BeaBurgos." I agree with some bloggers in various acts without knowing perhaps we sat beside each other, "he explains, but has never recognized any of their neighbors 'madroñosfera' because usually published anonymously, or through an alias.

"It's like a great blind date," he says, which will discuss their personal experiences and common concerns. "It will be a meeting unscripted, informal chatter which, among other things, that space can shoot a blogger, what legal frameworks need to know or what rights and duties that must be taken into account."

This first contact will take place this Thursday, November 11, in the Tetouan Point Young at 19:00. In it, many bloggers will expose attendees what, how, and why have a blog and I intend this to be the first meeting Madroñosfera stone create a contact network of the network beyond "

Source:

I do not know if I can go, but there it is.