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Puta ... many things. Some time ago I've been wanting to write and I found a short time with a sense of urgency about other things. And at times suspicious of this format because it seems very hard-fought case and the authenticity and sincerity, as if one show here teatrero something half as inauthentic, just spontaneous ... I like writing
M, why not think and the result is charming. Or maybe he thinks of the mad stash before writing and I'm fresh eggs, and all do the same. Well, I should think so, but overall I think it seems less. Although in any case already or write, that is folin in lov, ashi ...

saw a being from another planet that is my son in a light screen perched on a 11-story tower ... from far away, or so I'm sorry, but it comes close enough to see that it is humanoid . It is a humanoid that word .. it is rare, all finished in oid is something false or incomplete. In this case it is the latter.
moves, at times surprisingly ..! is a human being. Reminds me of the homunculus or the painting "The Scream" Munch. Then I took a photo of the front and is for tattoo Chascón: pure skull.
We call it "the speck" when he was just a spot report that beat, like a primitive heart. Now it seems a Martian and we call it, and with some love, "Rena", short for tadpole. Although what has the past few days is to look funny, but serious in the third person, a "watermelon", by the look begins to offer the package, ie the batting that contains it. Whore

have complicated things ...
lot of work this year as ever.
wanted a house with Cecilia, and we got to get one.
At first she wanted an apartment, for fear that thieves visits and it seems safer.

I did not want, because I like land and square Depas are like children, oppressive over time. She is frightened, but I believe that crime is part of the landscape and that there queh 'tar saw no ma, broder, ashi ...
not always just that, but, not wanting to be reckless, you can not live in fear of danger. If the world is as messy, and large cities that I know have always been.
The issue is that after much searching (left with eyes full of houses), we found one where we agree and JUA!
The Money fuckin puts the bank, which has a beautiful name ("Santander"). It sounds as elegant as the name of port or something. In other words, has a name that is as a surname.
Not content with silver lend the bank required me to make me their client. That's pretty special, because I thought that if I were paying money for a house and was a customer. Especially considering that if I meet them I do pebre, I may even jail after taking my house, furniture and soul.
The fact is that I put as a condition bound with them, and now I have a checkbook, checking account and a set of plastic cards and a line of credit.

weas a handful of which have never needed, never asked and I consider more of a piece.

But are there in a drawer.

Then on top I have to pay a monthly fee. It is not so high, but the bleeding is continuing. Finally, I consulted with my father, an old fox and tanning in these conflicts, which blew me can not legally force me to "customer" for years to life of the loan for the house, which was what I had told my executive, so I think hold the story a year maximum, and gate pescao chao.
not trust my executive. In reality you can not trust them. And advertising
other financial institution, Atlas, said, "someone I can trust" pffffffffff ... ..!
Anyway.
This time of year is bittersweet for me next summer, but you have to find sticks for another year. In good weather, but accelerating the rhythm of change no time. Not to mention the wear of the annual cycle phase enters peak, that is all tired and wanting to slit pure go on vacation. There is little, but at the same you want it to end, and wea lengthens. Pffffffffffff
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seems to be walking Zen. Day and look at the sounds, the details in the leaves of trees, in the rhythm of breathing and the sound of the sea. Sport, I do sports, I hurt the body's muscles, not your head no more.
The Internet, at the time of year when most needed is operating as the loly. Murphy's Law.

flat I have the Pokemon and reggaeton. And the telethon. TV more than the ton. Non-Windows I dislike the TV in general. The whole meeting and frivolous and fooooomeeeeeess pajaronas ..!
already started with the untimely considerations ...
My mother, my poor mother ... is a red cable to the center of the earth. The death and misery, tattered life in a body that ages and love the background, burn. Life begins to say goodbye to her, she delivers the stolen minutes, discounts, and she has never been more expressive and cheerful, perhaps we have never been so close. And run clockwise. Pulse. The pulse of the world makes me grind their teeth and scream silently: I devour everything ... my mother goes out, my son moving on and I run a cosmic dynamo, like a shipwreck at sea, with no chance but instinctively clinging to hope and lucidity.


The man is crazy. Yesterday was no medical supervision and Ronnie said that the tadpole is male. It has no name yet. I wanted a girl, but he is welcome as well.
I know because I wanted a girl. Amazon wanted to raise a princess. This reading atrophy Quixotiz head and one jajajajaja ... However I have to raise, what?, A dandy, I suppose. Or something. So you have to know first to put a name. No rush.
C wants to baptize him. For the Catholic Church understood.

I'm not there.

respect to persons professing that religion (I also militates her child by tradition and culture), but I see no reason to register there to goat boy. Religion is a matter of responsible choices, I think. If not for what, po! ... If we celebrate the birth of a significant and symbolic ceremony and a feast with family and friends. End of story.


People have written me and I am glad that you have done and intend to see in person in the short to medium term: Checha Quinteros (take a look around here; Checha!), Marcela Cubillos, PP Benavides. Thank you, graduates. I have not vouch for that work has kept me away from the key, but greetings and blessings to all. Thanks to Carlos for his comments, a regular reader of long standing.

I'll play with dirt again at last!

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In November last year my mom got sick. A thrombus or blood clot stuck in a vein near his brain and making irrigation obstructed lose consciousness. A stroke or thrombosis, they call it. When he awoke unable to move or speak. It was a Saturday afternoon when I received a phone call from a cousin who got me current. It was evening, and cache that was time that I had been thinking for some time. The next day I went early to Rancagua, the city of shit that carries me and my friend loves Chopa, each of the two with their own reasons. I had to bancármela nearly 20 years.

Since then I've been close to it as I could and I went to visit it every fortnight. The first month and a half I went every week and stayed several days. As fate would have a very dear aunt and a cousin who has proven to be an angel has taken charge of it, for it can not be alone and bring him to where I live would put in an uncomfortable situation, she, who never wanted to leave home. I abandoned the idea of \u200b\u200bstudying abroad because it could not go for long letting. And it is both miss it as you feel it is my responsibility, or at least I know she would not have been less if I had been in his situation. He recovered well, but will never be the same. His right arm was broken and lost the ability to speak. Transmits creek, equal, but is not understood anything. Spoke in a jargon-vowel syllables Wave Tototatetototototutoto ...", and you should try to cache that wave. In return his mood improved and is more cheerful, as more relaxed, she was tougher than the supermarket avocado ... Also (do not know why) did not want more hair dyed or dressed, as if he had said as the song of Alvaro Henríquez "alashushesumaaaa ...". At least now controls sphincter, which is a great thing, and walk on his own, ordering things, sets the table and eat and go to the bathroom alone. But it is not independent. He had to go and live with my aunt in a tiny apartment, and our house was inhabited only by tenants of the remaining parts, which are as reliable and good care. When I'm there, I do it in almost 20 years that was my part. At night I light the fire of the salamander, I walk home and feel full of memories and ghosts of the past. It Cuatic.

The garden is just dirt and weeds grown in pots. They cut the vine and the grape vines are emaciated and half withered. All is quiet. The good thing is that she is well within their means, where it is. Do not want to leave the depa, and his head is the color of the garlic. With glasses and short hair has an air of Andy Warhol. On Saturday we were in the car with Cecilia and the idea was to get her out for a walk. I did not want, I had to forcibly take; already weas nothing, you will not be locked the rest of your life here .... let me scratched, but finally I got the same no more, put it in the car and we went for a walk to Lo Miranda, a village near Ranchi where we had a summer home when I was a child. The town is not the same. The streets are paved and everything looks more urbanized. But I find the ways and was pleased; mom was happy and enjoyed it too.

When I buy tickets in the terminal, or when I'm third with a doorman told me ""..." Young, Young", "Good morning, young man," You're young "... and me laugh.

I'm not young. The future of my youth is gone. I am an adult, a man. Full of contradictions, uncertainties and ghosts. Intense rage, alert, with a hidden child. Like everyone else. Old age is just around the corner. The aging and death. And I'm running: my mother's smile tells me so. No hope, no sadness, so no more. Must be good if it is. It was dust and dust return soon, within a few years. Meanwhile squeeze the life. Both squeeze the shit I took a bike recently, but I like my scars. I sit on the crest of the wave but the mirror every morning whispers "Memento mori ...".

That's your enemy, the son of a bitch. A part of him.

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To Marica Anonymous firebrand of

This song is dedicated to the firebrand Marica Anonymous (That's your name, right?). For you, weon, yes, for you, no, not just for you, or for you to enjoy it or suffer in bad, for the whole team and SQP LUN and shit like, especially for the enemies of life, for the envious and firebrand for the intriguing tale tellers to these plebeian souls that seek the mote in your neighbor's eye without seeing the beam in your own from the comfortable position that provides anonymity and impunity. That resonates in your ears and inwhichthe in his memory.

But also good for my friends, for my wife and for all who are full of faults but they are still good people even if they make mistakes, so you chopitos, friend for you, Dr. Patrick, enemy of man and apprentice commoners like me to Rojas my friend, my father, David, Manuel and Polaf, for Maricza, for Bolocco and Bachelet.

And you, Marica, listen well and accompany it with a cyanide soup.

A salute to the warriors for life. Endurance, and great Ruben. For

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To close the discussion (in a hint of sarcasm)

That no more ...

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Front Page (The Front Page)





Reporter 1 (taking the phone): Here Bensinger. Give me a rewrite man. Ah, Marty, are you?
Reporter 1 (reads his notepad): "New record on the execution of Earl Williams" ... Yes, execution is still scheduled for seven o'clock. "The authorities fear a general uprising of extremists for that day."
Reporter 2 (taking the phone while playing poker with other reporters): Here Murphy. Someone get me rewrite.
Reporter 1: "additional guards have been placed around the prison, the municipal building, railway terminals and subway stations."
Reporter 2: Update on the execution of Williams. "The sheriff has hired Hartman 200 other relatives to protect the city of the Red Army, which is leaving Moscow in a couple of minutes." I bet a dime.
Reporter 1: "This is what the offender ordered for his last meal: shrimp cocktail with exotic dressing, roast beef, Brussels sprouts, cake France's apple and chocolate milk. "
Reporter 2: " As a last meal, Williams requested the extra menu of 95 cents a greasy bowling outside the jail. "
Reporter 1: "At nine o'clock tonight, Williams will be examined by a new psychologist, Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer, at the request of the Association of Friends for the Freedom of America ...". Eggelhofer, yes. The Vienna. I put my story today in the morning! Who wrote that book, Auto abuse and antisocial behavior.
Reporter 1: "The poor bastard will be executed in the morning and the brainy Viennese want to ask if he played with his body when he was five. Will continue to report" (hangs up). (...)



Editor Walter Burns (after unsuccessfully impersonating officer Otto Fishbein): Tell Hildy wish him all the luck in the world, as my name Otto Fishbein. (...)



Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: Tell me Mr. Williams, was you unhappy in your childhood?
Earl Williams: Actually, no. I had a perfectly normal childhood.
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: I see. He wanted to kill his father and sleep with his mother.
Earl Williams (Sheriff Hartman): If you talk dirty ...
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: When I was in school, what car you abused?
Earl Williams: No, sir. Do not believe it. I never would abuse me or anyone. I love people. I love everybody.
Sheriff Hartman: Sure. And the police probably will have committed suicide.
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: Well, well. Back to masturbation. Have you ever surprised by his father in the act?
Earl Williams: Ah, my father was ... He was never home. Train engineer was in Chicago.
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: very significant. His father wore a uniform like that policeman. And when he drew his weapon, an obvious phallic symbol, you thought it was his father and was going to use it to hurt her mother.
Earl Williams (Sheriff Hartman): You're crazy. (...)



Mayor: Pete, called the governor.
Plunkett: Oh, can not.
Sheriff Hartman: What do you mean you can not?
Plunkett: is that the governor has gone fishing. He alone, with his Indian guide and a canoe. You know, no phones, no nothing.
Mayor: Sure take your damn time to go fishing.
Sheriff Hartman (phone rings) Excuse me (out).
Plunkett: Hey, mayor ... just between us. Actually, not that I'm fishing. This Indian guide is actually a woman. In fact, not even India. Is from New Jersey.


(...) Peggy
: You do not mind waiting, right?
Driver: Why should I worry! The night is young, the breeze brings the scent of orchids and the meter is running (Clin!). (...)



Address: Billy Wilder. Writer: Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur (original play), Billy Wilder and IAL Diamnd (film adaptation).

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This is not right. Can not live a long time how I'm doing now. Lie. Yes you can. A lot of people do. Work, work, work, work ... how stupid part is that I feel that this is an effort which targets mostly feel more comfortable regardless of what they are given, but still will hueviar and warm the seat. Not for nothing is exciting and I was starting to get uphill. Work, eat, shit, sleep, work, work, work aimless, meaningless, and plowing into the sea. The only thing that makes me feel worthwhile is to see my mouse quiet, free time but I remember that I have heard people say "bitch, weon, weon I work as a beast weon, weon from sunrise to sunset every day of the week and year weon, I have no time for anything else weon, but did what, weon?, weon toy happy, because I like to give the best to my family weon, etc, etc, etc. I will be ..."; bad parent, it seems that the truth, I'm not the side with this philosophy of life and I think it sucks. I am to hold, but today I feel I need my day of rage and wonder if I get into a liner. Yes, I know I'm an asshole. Tell me selfish, immature, lazy damn rotten as my mother told me, but I draw the head that works for live and not vice versa, and this is normal in the sense that many people in it, but I did not come with it's natural that you should be proud of it. I assume I am not a "working man" but a weon vacation, a hippie (sorry, mom, but there is). At the end we are all hippies.

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The Fear Journalism

no doubt that the overrated journalist Constanza Santa Maria, in her obvious professional obsession, passed one of the titles that more would help ease their paroxysmal style of journalism. A Mathematician Reads the Newspaper of John Allen Paulos is not in your library and probably never crossed his eyes. A pity, because it would have done much. She and we anxiously viewers of his chronicles in which the words risk, danger, care, threat, alarm and distress campaigns like a blanket claim that stalks the unwary public.
Because in one chapter, the mathematical denounced this as fruitful as unholy alliance between journalists and lawyers, especially those representing people who say they suffered losses because of defective products or services-to which the pupil of the school newspaper of the PUC seems to have adhered while.
Allen begins by recognizing that, surely, most of these complaints are justified, but puts his moral criticism that naive that Santa Maria and all the disciples of journalism of fear bathe his notes that all the dangers we are exposed could be avoided if only those responsible to think a little more, if the "authorities" and monitoring more citizens were more alert:

- No one can deny the terrible anguish of the families and friends, but I'd like to see even if only once, some serious journalistic work saying "All this is very tragic, but what would modify policy to reduce the chances of such tragedies without increasing the chances of others? " (...) The pain of the victims and the compassion that arises all too often used to justify the absurd requirement that should never have risks. "

- The uncertainty in science, and current state sometimes unavoidable, but judges, lawyers and jurors often behave as if to respond definitively to all the witnesses were sufficient to reflect the experts have time to do their calculations and the lifting of the lids.

- In one experiment, for example, told a group of subjects that a man had parked a car on a slope and that the vehicle had slid only to a fire hydrant. Another group was told that the vehicle had run over a pedestrian. The first group thought, in general, who had been an accident, the second group considered responsible for the driver. Important consequences that have to be the result of significant neglect is a superstition lovely.

Regarding the latter, I wish I read this all the generals after the battle that appeared after the inauguration of Transantiago. All those who shout themselves hoarse pointing the finger at the "authorities" for not having foreseen all the circumstances a radical change in urban life entails. All those who are offended by the supposedly stupid decisions that caused the problems raised without ever wonder what would have happened if the decision had been the opposite (would they be able to assure me that there had not been the same problems or other?).

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De anti-abortion organizations



is not uncommon assume that the national press without further questioning concepts cheats communication consultants like me, we tend to invent. She swallows everything with extreme ease to what custom has not prepared to counter.
One of these concepts is "pro-life organizations." pro-life groups refused shortage pressures for pill, reports Radio Cooperativa, " pro-life groups promulgation of the standard expected to go to court against the freezing of embryos " publishes the newspaper El Mercurio . Both media whose editorial may explain almost legitimate to use this docility.

But the efficiency of the true horse of Troy, is such that Raul Gutierrez, editor of the libertarian and pluralist granvalparaiso.cl, writes that "pro-life The option taken by the previous governments in Chile should complement .. . "or on the website of the Chilean Communist Party point out that" in turn are based on current Integralists Catholic employers and the right of Chileans (opus Dei, pro-life) ".
"pro-life organizations? But why should we call it an institution s whose only stated goal is to oppose any regulation of abortion. How many m interfere with manifestations anti-death penalty have starred in the "pro-life organizations? Do not recall hearing any of them act outraged by the execution of Saddam Hussein, as if listening to representatives of Amnesty International-an organization that itself could be defined as an organization just right pro-life. What is the opinion of these organizations on the destruction of ecosystems and the disappearance of species, on the wars in different parts of the world, on the application the pe na capital? Death, death, death ... Where are then the "pro-life organizations?
not be so silly. Communicating is already a complex enough process to do more absurdly confusing. The anti-abortion organizations are just that: anti-abortion organizations .

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The democratic press as Channel 13



With the very Christian and be an objective reference, Channel 13 has just delivered a memorable piece of inexplicable concept of democratic press. "How did they live Pinochet's death two women politically opposed? "in the program On everyone's lips, he wanted to introduce the former dictator from two perspectives: that of a supporter of Salvador Allende and Augusto Pinochet another. With this, our Catholic channel intended to base its impartiality, objectivity and attachment to what is supposed to be a quality press showing two contrasting looks on the political figure of ex-dictator Pinochet, who finally opened the possibility of a reunion.
What Channel 13 has not understood and not understood as never remains as erratic and diffuse editorial is that a democratic press is not one that presents the opposing views supposed objectivity of a certain reality. Or perhaps we should discuss whether or not the sun rises in the west just because someone says so? A democratic press is one that is defined as such, among other things because there is no democratic press: this is called propaganda.
for a real democratic press the figure of Pinochet and his government can not simply portrayed as a debate on the positive side of the dictatorship versus the negative side. Because the debate of whether a dictatorial government is good or bad is not debate: any dictatorship is bad. Debating whether the government of Allende was good or bad, I bet it was bad, but a democratic press is unable to provide the same quality of debate to a dictatorship. Because if so one would expect to see a debate "objective" about whether the government of Hitler was good or bad. Expect them to give him minutes of screen to all those who deny the Holocaust and Nazi militarism defend as an effective national policy recontrucción.

(Originally published in the blog 15/12/2006 Ne-Yo)

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Chilean Antarctic Territory "?

Among the many expressions of confusion in the national press about his own role, given such a role moralizing or solidarity, "to highlight the sovereignty of their duty to inform. And nothing more palpable in this situation that any mention of Antarctica.

From Icarito up Weather Channel 13 . From the weather report The Third TVTiempo TVN to insist on calling that piece of ice located between 53 ° W and 90 ° W as the Chilean Antarctic Territory Chilean Antarctica and grant or certainly, part character the country. What is dramatic is that perseverance pays off and it seems that nobody in Chile is aware of the true forced. I've never heard anyone, under any circumstances even put quotes that fallacy: Chile has no territory in Antarctica and no other country possesses.

Any journalist reported should know, but the frozen continent is governed by Antarctic Treaty , signed on December 1, 1959 by thirteen countries, including ours, and in its Article 4 states a permanent freeze of any claim to sovereignty. Our Antarctica is not just a territorial claim not recognized by any other country, not least by the United Nations. It is also a very feeble claim that about 60% of the "Chilean Antarctic Territory is part of" Antarctica Argentina "and about 80% of the "British Antarctic Territory," of course countries that also have no sovereignty over any ice.

How long that the press must take as its own function "to sovereignty? Independent of the valid or not anything of "homeland defense", does the role does not correspond to other stakeholders? Is it so weak commitment of our press to freedom of opinion or information to any value that conflicts with it is willing to assign?

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Finally ..!

please check at the video, which is missed. What desubrí Maricza thank my friend, it makes me aware of the news and I had breakfast with this wonder yesterday as we talked about artists freaksmmmm ...! (Eye, which is not Evo Morales).