usual characters: Chapter Passengers
Who has not ever traveled by bus? Well, there are several (this blog is for people like me, saw ?)... but who has not ever seen People piled on top of "the monsters of asphalt? So begins this series of descriptions of the characters we see every day, of which we laugh, to which we spend, to which bother because they are different. Friday, November 30, 2007
Blueprint To Build Computer Desk
Our first character is the always controversial children. Brave as few, Pibito crosses the city from home to school or vice versa. Maybe sometimes this innocent boy becomes the worst of our nightmares. Your backpack is the main cause of the steaks that one is deprived of him. It feels like a game of "Playstation 3" (faaaaa. .. I made a fool ...) for him. The more people knock it, the more points you get. In turn, there is also "Athletic child." Purrete that he thinks the rings hanging from the group are to practice for the olipíadas. Or that the rails are used for balance. Or that one's feet are rubber. Or that the muscular and virile man who has the best pillows. Well no, not (that is, not the best of the pillows, but muscular and masculine). Leaving aside
children, others take us out of our boxes are located at the other end of the timeline. Yes, you guessed. LADIES older. Whether your portfolio hits us directly in the cornea or in the neck, or because their constant complaints not only make our trip a nightmare, but we also prohibit enjoy one of the few pleasures it has to ride the "cole": sleep. On the other hand, I often wondered if the travel was younger? Otherwise do not explain as to slip below one at a speed ultrasonic "steal" the seat.
Other "puppets" of the group are the dreamers. Those boys who, against all odds, the seat very uncomfortable using the vehicle in question as if it was the best mattress in the best suite of the best hotel in the world. Nothing wakes up (except the ladies moaner mentioned above). Not even the constant braking suddenly our driver friend (in the jargon, also called "bondilero"). Or the thunderous noise made by the engines. Neither the door slam against its stop or make the wheels squeal when braking.
Those that can not be left out of this "tribute" are "frogs." The modus operandi of such people is to jump from seat to seat, thus trying to improve its position in the group. I could not tell which is the goal of these people or if you are given awards for travel in certain parts of the "bus." If anyone knows, please leave it in the comment and desasnennos.
Finally, we find people who bet on the culture. That is, people who go on the bus reading or listening to music. These are the elite itself of the collective (and I do not mean to toilet paper, please do not put me paranoid, eh?!). There are some people trying to get plate with the books they are reading. Sometimes I could swear that people are not progressing in their reading, and is always on the same page.
Among those who read the newspaper we have two types: the meticulous, who reads the entire note, which does not pass through the sports section, considering "animal" and the other we have the "animals" that do not respect the page number, creasing all day. The latter only read the sports or daily Olé and jokes section, and flicking through the newspaper to see if there is a picture of some starlet with little clothing. There is something shared by these two classes of characters: if the 1114 is full, the types are indifferent. Also daily strip, it matters little and nothing the other characters around him.
There are also two genres within the music listeners. There are those who look like they are not hearing anything, since neither flinch and listen to music too softly to one, who sits beside him on purpose to hear something, hear something. And of course there are the rockers . These master musicians will offer a recital in the middle of bondi. I sing the most powerful and even make you mimic the guitar. If can present a deteriorated appearance and a foul smell, the types you have fun. They are frustrated rock stars looking for their arrival at the place better bundle up your child.
To end this post, I give you an anecdote that happened to a cousin of the brother of a friend. " Location: Mar del Plata. The boy was only 15 years and was the first time I went on vacation only with a school friend. It turns out that for some reason I do not remember, the guy was returning alone from the center of this seaside resort to a lighthouse, on the bus 512 (I think it was that the number). The rate had been extremely sleepy and the bus, at a speed that could not be determined yet, turn on a curve very close. This causes the subject's head in question almost full impacts against the window. Of course, after such a shame, the guy does not even opened his eyes and simply listen to the laughter of his fellow travelers insensitive. But that was not all that happened in that dark journey. Near the terminal, and in dreams, the beardless hear the hoarse voice of the driver saying, "Last Stop" button until you notice a slight sign of life in the only passenger on the bus. Half awake, I turn to the front door of the vehicle and calculate how many steps are there to download and save time to go to sleep faster. Unfortunately, the calculation was not good and, with the collective motion, the kid falls to the asphalt. Luckily nothing happened. All she had to endure the screams of the driver was saying things like "Are you mad, kid?", "Come over here ..."," You need a doctor? ".
Stay in this channel to see the next chapter of "The characters always"
Friday, October 5, 2007
Silver City Imax Ottawa
brand of music
all have favorite topics. Songs written by someone else, but we feel them as their own. But all those items have something in common. The associate special moments of our lives and that is why we keep them as treasures. In my case, I have millions of songs that bring back fond memories, although I will only expose some of them.
There Something On Your Mind - Alejandro Lerner: This issue was among the first CD I bought (well, I bought my old ... I was just a purrete I was in grade 5). Of course, every time I sang the track, did some of my thinking about puppy love ...
La Pachanga - Vilma Palma e Vampiros: Theme partying if there were. This issue was a classic when I was in Grade 7 and always dancing in the club GEVP (gym y Esgrima de Villa del Parque). That's where I met my first girlfriend. Sui Generis
- 20 hits: 4 th year of high school. That year was where I woke up the creative side and leaned over to side of music. He even gave me for writing! (In another "post" I'll tell you a bit more ...). One of the best years of my life. And yes, it was a fucking hippie ... Eiti
Leda - Seru Giran: Pain. It is the only memory I bring this subject. A broken heart again. 1998. Also, one of the best songs I heard in my life. The subject says something like "Far, far from home, I have nobody to accompany me to see the morning ..."
Unchained Melody - Righteous Brothers: In addition to the song of one of the first movies I saw (even one of the first scenes "intimate"), I dedicated this song for Valentine's Day. "I am hunger for your touch ... "he says.
I saw when I spent - José Luis" El Puma "Rodríguez: TE-MA-ZO. Too bad they sang it to Sergio Goycochea, this time the glorious Academy Racing Club Avellaneda lost 6-0 against Boca ...
Decile That I Want - The Sultans: This theme reminds me of my time as a singer. Our group did a cover of this issue, which left me almost perfect. A superb performance. "strolled Santa Fe together, but I know he will deceive me. "Great!
Surely this is just a sample of the songs I like. Of course, I also had times where other kinds of music listening. To tell Indeed, I spent almost by all musical genres have or might have. To give you an idea, one day I was listening to a disc of golden cap that belonged to Deró DJ, and the other, singing "I Want to Be Sedated" by The Ramones. What are you going to do ...
Well, let his favorite themes in the comments. And please, do not make the "hard" or "Metalheads" ... arpovechen that Internet is a quasi-anonymous communication 
all have favorite topics. Songs written by someone else, but we feel them as their own. But all those items have something in common. The associate special moments of our lives and that is why we keep them as treasures. In my case, I have millions of songs that bring back fond memories, although I will only expose some of them.
There Something On Your Mind - Alejandro Lerner: This issue was among the first CD I bought (well, I bought my old ... I was just a purrete I was in grade 5). Of course, every time I sang the track, did some of my thinking about puppy love ...
La Pachanga - Vilma Palma e Vampiros: Theme partying if there were. This issue was a classic when I was in Grade 7 and always dancing in the club GEVP (gym y Esgrima de Villa del Parque). That's where I met my first girlfriend. Sui Generis
- 20 hits: 4 th year of high school. That year was where I woke up the creative side and leaned over to side of music. He even gave me for writing! (In another "post" I'll tell you a bit more ...). One of the best years of my life. And yes, it was a fucking hippie ... Eiti
Leda - Seru Giran: Pain. It is the only memory I bring this subject. A broken heart again. 1998. Also, one of the best songs I heard in my life. The subject says something like "Far, far from home, I have nobody to accompany me to see the morning ..."
Unchained Melody - Righteous Brothers: In addition to the song of one of the first movies I saw (even one of the first scenes "intimate"), I dedicated this song for Valentine's Day. "I am hunger for your touch ... "he says.
I saw when I spent - José Luis" El Puma "Rodríguez: TE-MA-ZO. Too bad they sang it to Sergio Goycochea, this time the glorious Academy Racing Club Avellaneda lost 6-0 against Boca ...
Decile That I Want - The Sultans: This theme reminds me of my time as a singer. Our group did a cover of this issue, which left me almost perfect. A superb performance. "strolled Santa Fe together, but I know he will deceive me. "Great!
Surely this is just a sample of the songs I like. Of course, I also had times where other kinds of music listening. To tell Indeed, I spent almost by all musical genres have or might have. To give you an idea, one day I was listening to a disc of golden cap that belonged to Deró DJ, and the other, singing "I Want to Be Sedated" by The Ramones. What are you going to do ...
Well, let his favorite themes in the comments. And please, do not make the "hard" or "Metalheads" ... arpovechen that Internet is a quasi-anonymous communication
Masterbate Electric Toothbrush
During several years of my life, I've been writing some things that I have forgotten this time around. Clearly, it was not very good at it (to me, particularly and generally, I liked what I wrote). Until one day ... Poof! The inspiration disappeared. I spent much time reflecting, trying to find a reason for this sudden "freezing." I have several theories or conclusions that I arrived, but the strongest is my mood. In general, my mood is happy, without much concern for things cotideanas or problems you may encounter on a daily basis. However, in my time of greatest literary production, had other feelings surrounding. Could say it was a kind of melancholy, sadness of the soul, but he was always balanced with my constant happiness. That was apparently the only way I had to write. The words came alone. There were thousands of thoughts that came to my mind, one after another ... like minds seek an outlet to speak.
I've lost a little in the habit of sitting alone with me, but little by little I'm getting. Part of the idea of \u200b\u200bthis blosssssss is that ... Starting to get the artist that you have inside (mmm, that is similar to what I said propaganda, no?). In fact, it is also a ground wire. One way to stop the gush of thoughts I have at this time.
I know many people who likes to write. I do not know if everyone will do the same. There are many examples of people who became famous writing but whose lives were quite stormy. For me, it is clear that there is a relationship between the experiences of each and the "vocation" for writing.
I look forward to showing you some of what I write at some point. But it also gives me little bit, so I think it will have to bank. Heard? Ban-quen-se-la! Mr and Miss
. see you in the next post. Hasta la vista!
Friday, August 24, 2007
Ifyougetwaxcanyougetadeck
The Art of Writing Women and Sport
Many of you may ask (and some have done) why I stopped writing in this space. Well, the reality is that we never stopped doing it. Simply, this time there was a small discrepancy with my "editor" and that made the publication is delayed. Nothing more than that. Above all things, I want to clarify that there was no class censorship to me or to this content.
The issue that brings us here today are women, although this is not the only term used to refer to these creatures so special. This depends on the issue we are referring. If we were talking about their physical appearance could call mine, mignon, chocolate, dog, bug, cute, etc.. As for the relationship we have with them we could hear stuff like girlfriend, wife, life, little thing, cucuruchito, dulce de leche, crazy, hysterical and other things that are not reproducible.
There is something that has me intrigued and that is the hatred women have for sports. I wonder, if there a historian in this hearing, if there was any point in the past in which the sport has abused females. Perhaps that way could get to explain that hatred.
illustrative purposes only, I'll put some examples of conversations between men and women talking about sports. But do not think everything is so easy in life. The women, though often not enough, are people with some intelligence and their responses vary according primarily to the link they have with the victim and the time it takes the link
Example 1: Boy in the middle stage of "lift "
H: I would say go for a drink on Sunday, but I have a game football that I can not miss
M: Do not worry. I love men who play sports and go back home sweaty. Its another wave ...
Example 2: Boy a year of thinking I was going to be happy
M: You could miss the game tomorrow, because it is our anniversary, right?
H: 5 years ago I have been playing every Sunday. Besides I told you I'm going to spend the Sunday with you until I go to the party. And do you know the surprise I have for you tomorrow ...
M: Well, okay. Anda. A re-makes me glad I play, really. It happens that I am a little selfish, but I know that you will do well
Example 3: Boy at 2 years
married
H: What do you think we eat tonight? I have not really wanted to cook today. Ah! I notice that after I did not say anything, next week, and every Sunday for 10 years, I'll play football with the "kids."
M: Make what you want. I do not even mind being here to spend Sunday with me. Besides, do not even have the delicacy of a bath before coming home
Surely, many / as they felt identified / as written the dialogues above. Many times I'm amazed at the stories I hear lies or pre-no-te-voy-a-drop-more-in-the-life-and-you-do-the-life-impossible.
Yet despite all this, one can not help but be attracted to this genre as contradictory and vengeful. I am among those who think like the best of feminists. I really like the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing the keeper of the house, the boys while the "support" of the house (they understand the double meaning, no?) Is killed like a dog laburando 12am. day.
Clearly, there is plenty of material to cut on this issue, so do not be surprised if we return to play.
Before concluding, I want to publicly thank all the comments on the blog and emails (a little weird as that sounds, right? Would be something like e "imeils") I receive daily. People from Chubut, Misiones, Corrientes, Uruguay, El Salvador and other Latin American countries. I can not answer them all but know that I keep in the Deleted folder with lots of affection.
Remember: the more anger we hold, we need more laughter.
Adeus e os mais melhores Desejos all 
Many of you may ask (and some have done) why I stopped writing in this space. Well, the reality is that we never stopped doing it. Simply, this time there was a small discrepancy with my "editor" and that made the publication is delayed. Nothing more than that. Above all things, I want to clarify that there was no class censorship to me or to this content.
The issue that brings us here today are women, although this is not the only term used to refer to these creatures so special. This depends on the issue we are referring. If we were talking about their physical appearance could call mine, mignon, chocolate, dog, bug, cute, etc.. As for the relationship we have with them we could hear stuff like girlfriend, wife, life, little thing, cucuruchito, dulce de leche, crazy, hysterical and other things that are not reproducible.
There is something that has me intrigued and that is the hatred women have for sports. I wonder, if there a historian in this hearing, if there was any point in the past in which the sport has abused females. Perhaps that way could get to explain that hatred.
illustrative purposes only, I'll put some examples of conversations between men and women talking about sports. But do not think everything is so easy in life. The women, though often not enough, are people with some intelligence and their responses vary according primarily to the link they have with the victim and the time it takes the link
Example 1: Boy in the middle stage of "lift "
H: I would say go for a drink on Sunday, but I have a game football that I can not miss
M: Do not worry. I love men who play sports and go back home sweaty. Its another wave ...
Example 2: Boy a year of thinking I was going to be happy
M: You could miss the game tomorrow, because it is our anniversary, right?
H: 5 years ago I have been playing every Sunday. Besides I told you I'm going to spend the Sunday with you until I go to the party. And do you know the surprise I have for you tomorrow ...
M: Well, okay. Anda. A re-makes me glad I play, really. It happens that I am a little selfish, but I know that you will do well
Example 3: Boy at 2 years
married
H: What do you think we eat tonight? I have not really wanted to cook today. Ah! I notice that after I did not say anything, next week, and every Sunday for 10 years, I'll play football with the "kids."
M: Make what you want. I do not even mind being here to spend Sunday with me. Besides, do not even have the delicacy of a bath before coming home
Surely, many / as they felt identified / as written the dialogues above. Many times I'm amazed at the stories I hear lies or pre-no-te-voy-a-drop-more-in-the-life-and-you-do-the-life-impossible.
Yet despite all this, one can not help but be attracted to this genre as contradictory and vengeful. I am among those who think like the best of feminists. I really like the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing the keeper of the house, the boys while the "support" of the house (they understand the double meaning, no?) Is killed like a dog laburando 12am. day.
Clearly, there is plenty of material to cut on this issue, so do not be surprised if we return to play.
Before concluding, I want to publicly thank all the comments on the blog and emails (a little weird as that sounds, right? Would be something like e "imeils") I receive daily. People from Chubut, Misiones, Corrientes, Uruguay, El Salvador and other Latin American countries. I can not answer them all but know that I keep in the Deleted folder with lots of affection.
Remember: the more anger we hold, we need more laughter.
Adeus e os mais melhores Desejos all
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