Friday, November 9, 2007

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Publication of the book: "The education school mapping the territory: Madison school from education"

I am happy and want to share this joy with you.

I published my book: "From educational school mapping the territory: Madison school from education" , Santiago: Editorial Nueva Mirada, 2007

design did my daughter, Carla, which increases my joy.

The book will be available in bookstores and Chilean www.lom.cl

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Book Launch at the University of La Serena

The book launch was held at the Extension Center at the University of La Serena, Monday November 5.

made the presentation, scholar at the University of La Serena and the University of Santo Tomas, Silvia López de Maturana, and Alejandro Abufom editor.

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Thursday, November 8, 2007

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Book Launch at the Universidad Central, Santiago

On Thursday November 8 launched my book in the Faculty of Education at the Universidad Central in Santiago. Made the presentation: Luis Alfredo Espinoza and Jorge Osorio.

Pictured from left to right:
  • Jorge Osorio, Executive Director, Citizen Foundation for the Americas;
  • Simonstein
  • Selma, Dean of the Faculty of Education, Central University,
  • Viola Soto, National Education Award, 1991;
  • Carlos Calvo, author of the book, and Luis Alfredo Espinoza
  • , Director, School of Basic General Education, Central University.

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on the content of the book "From the school map educational area: Madison school from education "Libraries on the Internet

In the back of the book write:

The school has lost, if not lost its educational vocation. School reforms little progress in its aims, despite well-intentioned efforts, but paradigmatically wrong sustained. School culture persuades teachers that teaching is cumbersome and tiring, while convinces students that learning is difficult and complicated. School failure is feedback from those sources. Thus, most students learn can not learn.

school persuasion is so strong that the educational community dazzles preventing appraise the quality of relationships that students created and recreated constantly in-school informal learning situations, such as learning the language, so learning that well as used in your community, with all its twists, silences, implications, insinuations, etc.. The official school culture labeled as limited to these learning and insufficient. This is true because it is all learning, but misses when they discover the complexity of relations between relations contain the student made no effort or complication, or the force that animates them.

disharmonize-I invite you to design your dreams, your current school to stop be the one institution where the majority do not learn and is happy. To recreate it, I urge you to de-school, considering it from a different epistemological perspective to the current, not to stifle the propensity to learn of the human being.


Thursday, October 11, 2007

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October is here

Today I did. I went out with a short-sleeved black shirt, knowing that it would cool. I thought: come out, you will do and spend so cold, you'll cry for what you have done . Indeed, when I got home I cried. A cold skin was angry with me. I took off my shirt and looked in the mirror and thought: look at you, if you're a kid, and you did, you did ... how could you do this, since I am your most faithful companion wherever you . I screamed to shut up. I took the quilt from my bed revolt and leaving me half-naked and clothe him. And I thought it looked like an olive sad. And I laughed and cried again. I read him as he lit a cigarette. And I thought as I read: bastard, you bastard ...
Today a new cycle. I do not know what time it closed above, perhaps that day with little quixotic on the terrace, wondering if we'd fly or end up with the casings scattered on the asphalt. Today is the day I do not know where to start. Without doubt, this has already started a few days ago it started ... days have only served to sleep, read, and go back to sleep. Days when I have not written a line, none. Days and days have gone by so slow and so helpless, they have hardly been noticed.
And here I am, half olive sad, saying something like a goodbye.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Difference Between Wedding & Eternity Ring

Dita eroticism

as white skin. Tender breasts as a schoolgirl, pale of milk. And red lips .
shoes that are piled on the floor ... Watch them as they play
as wind and small black kittens in heat. With the feet become hands and legs are removed nerve.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

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hungry yearning


Sandy Curl and eyes of a small bottle of sky


"She bit her lip until it bled the silences, and they came one after another in single file, and spoke well, dumb."
L I removed the butt and smoke. I always said smoking is disgusting, but still smoke, you take a moment to enjoy the rotten taste of tar, taking his life turned to ash like a mantis in heat and the cigar lover prey to their bite, dismembered him mercilessly, an easy death until no one is aware of whether it is alive or not, whether they throb throb or dream or if they do not even dream of the night
Today hurts us, picks us with their black hornets rather accurate. Today the night is so raw and so black that nostalgia has come to velarnos under the bed, his small eyes and big mouths with short arms but fail to embrace
Someday these have to teach you to embrace nostalgia. No, wait, maybe it hurts because your arms are too short (or your heart too small). No matter, we huddled on you to look like a fragile and precarious part of yourself.
No matter, the little girls survive each day without those arms that encircle and pinched as small balls of green clay. With hearts survived unscathed but marks wrinkled wrists or on the lips. No matter ... The dream is a simple, almost sweet to the touch, more or less as it would be a cotton candy smashed on the pavement. Today
night forcing us to mourn, to mourn and bereaved children, to mourn as if there is still hope that gnawed on hold. And it is already almost no, they've been lame ants that inhabit the trees forgotten by time and people (deciduous and tears of lamb).
L told me that the bathroom light flashes, you must be sad.
- Last night when I got home after a pint of rum, I turned off the light and dark shower. It is good that the sad things are flashing, but it could do in the morning ... - says, while small quijote sucking me up. Sometimes would throw out the window, others will lick the tears (with love from calf) one by one, until no salt particles left on his cheeks
Meanwhile the clouds have eaten dinner at the sky, are breadcrumbs spread over the vast infinity. They are gray spots on a background of chimera.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

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The man in black fled across the desert, hungry crows chasing him in search of hot, thick blood. Meandering dunes with the wind, which had become a tune them to dance and move your hips suffering from thirst
- Give us a drop of sweat, is pious, sir - tiny scream singing their little throats hoarse shouting so dry that you can almost guess as creak and crack
- Forgive me, gentlemen gnawed edges, but I have long since dried heart. In addition, there are some gentlemen crows that come on the heels. Unless you want to hydrate my blood spilled, do me the easiest way
Pebbles, fascinated by this great discovery, opened your eyes and the black man could feel their little mouths biting at the ankles
- Hey, but what do you do? That hurts ... - exclaims the man in black sore but without neglecting
chivalry - Just wanted to test his blood juicy love, deeply sorry ... - say flushed away singing their mouths Mr- However, we tell him that you know very well. We propose a deal, if you let us drink will help you escape the horrible crows
The man in black, pulled up his pants leaving a portion of her bare ankle, consenting, and could feel the throbbing pain of snacks more than sucking her blood (leeches improvised your skin). At times it hurt, sometimes it tickled. After a while, the man in black felt faint, the cawing of the crows could be heard far
- Lords gnawed edges, I'm afraid I'm running out of blood and powerless. Can you take me to the end of this burning desert?
swollen lips were removed from their papery skin, full of moisture. Black man obeyed without question, and through the dunes moving him to the mainland, a small corner on the banks of a river
The black man then drank their fill. With lips wet pebbles asked why did not drink of fresh water so that
- A suicide, sir, because when entering the water and fill the stomach well, we can not stay afloat under the weight and we drown
The man in black fired shortly after of pebbles, indigestion, and drugs that were little they could talk without vomiting summer follies and oddities incompressible. Mr. went on the trail of the river, growing or waning at times. The rest of the time remained impassive, flowing water on themselves and scurrying among the rocks and fleeing the droplets that come back. But the race is rigged, they are the first will be those before rubbing her lips with the warm sea, the expected and accepted in its immensity.

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The tenth anniversary of the family

A fortnight ago I returned to my hometown of my Japanese dream, and I have some time thinking about how to resume the blog, thinking about structure all I have to tell stories of particular events in the past year, and today .. . almost inadvertently, I realized that I have much to say ... more than I imagined.

a day like today, but already ten years ago, a boy from a northern city fell for the first time in the city which to me was then the south (Ávila) trying to pursue their dreams. And on this day ten years ago, their football team's soul descended to the second division.

goes without saying that kid I was, and that team was my Real Sporting. For me it was much harder than for most, because being away from my land, mine, made felt a great loneliness, but no one can follow my football team (because of that barely spoke in the second division teams), made me feel really lonely.

Thus, ten years ago I decided to bury my little heart of Gijon, as if the hatchet in question. I decided not to read sports news, total, ever talk about my little club ... but always, always, my shirt, scarf, or Sporting flag has accompanied me throughout all these years.

Today, I have gone back to Molinón, the field that brings me so many memories (and almost all memories of losses), expected to meet again with the team so badly armed and as disastrous as ever, after all, few things have changed since I left my city.

And at first it was, all the same, people screaming as always, the same songs for the fans, the same step, the same climate, same smell of snuff, huge bags of pipes ...

and suddenly, a new song urging the team to try to split up to achieve that dream, that promotion ... well-armed team on defense (the first time in ten years), and little by little, limping, is marking one, two, three, and four goals! My reunion in The Molinón with my team in ten years, a resounding victory, the tenth anniversary of the fall, four goals! Sporting and all! And the opponent's goal!

The tenth anniversary of my exodus entertained by my team of the soul.

Something is definitely in my country finally changing, and what scares me more, is that something is changing in my mind, and I have fear, because I start to create new dreams to pursue,

and now that can be achieved.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Dr. And Mrs. P. Vandertramp



Just woke up, she turns and finds his hand, a rubber duck mid gut, eyes bulging and teeth marks on his neck. It seems that he had been tortured without stopping, until he confessed why tears are salty or something, but being a rubber duck can not speak, and that torture did not end until his executioner was tired and went to play with her tail.
The scene wraps until his eyes closed again. Not today, Quixote, now she wants sad that the tears will come out in spurts, small salt particles that sting in the lacrimal and deeper. Today you whimper like a helpless girl would do the first time a boy touched him lying between his legs. Today you feel small, abandoned and alone. Today you want but can not. Begins to sob quietly, almost obliged to mourn, but it hurts like someone is squeezing the heart and throat
The days are strange to her lately, full of matches and clandestine kisses, life is smoked like a shed, for then spit without mercy. The bedside table has been filled with phrases written half asleep, even the ashtray has his own, something like "never fly"
the afternoon sitting in the park is nearest your home to feel the heat melts the evenings playing with herself and her life, making it hang on the thinnest thread. Sometimes just write, something much less daring:


dreamed as between him and me to sleep descabezábamos. We had a decent guillotine so we were beheaded with our hands as a makeshift saws. It was a funny situation despite being smeared with blood, we laughed and ridiculed sleep handcuffed. He looked very sad with his handkerchief in his mouth and tears trickling down her cheeks without hands to dry. His eyes never stop moving, seeing what we cut a vein or artery at all times
resurrected tonight ... until small Quixote came to take off sheets and teach me how to light the lamp flashes, only that, the others light up light up like statues. The lamp flickers and are like me, just without eyelids or eyelashes Are the streetlights look? I saw a moving neck in search of what pupils to look, although it may be that when your eye so big you need it not a pupil or pupil so large that it is perceived, as if he had.
The lamp is sad. Flashes because it has so many tears in his enormous eye is not able to sustain. The letting go one by one with each blink and fall like pendulums scatter wet girls passing below How many more will stay?
The lamp is sad and it's like I

Listening: Horrors several of the current stupidity. Love
713avo

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Mistress Shane Leather

streetlights and dreams copulate cellophane that I look and conceals

already and the night was full of shadows
is gone, do not be afraid
the eyes do not monitor sleep

twinkling in the darkness and solitude of my bed on fire
crystallized me for no apparent reason, I get

crystallites in the eyes and hips
me
freeze as solid ice swans
me myself
crystallized small crystals that cling to the falling drop
spills and no longer stain is

on the ground that someone will end up treading
tears without salt or innocence,
desalinated sea water, useless
cellophane attached to each other

tinkling sounds and break my
is gone, yes, I know that I was
Far
sings with eyes and nails blushing
stark

Give them to me to eat, love, food and tender sírvemelas

quietly let me prove

Listening: The journey to nowhere. Bunbury

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Cubefeild Primary Games'



Thanks to the work much @ s of people we have on the Internet with digital libraries that allow us access to great books for free.

Visit and enjoy:
  • CREFAL - Center for Regional Cooperation Adult Education in Latin America and the Caribbean
    • http://www.crefal.edu.mx/biblioteca_digital/
  • Educational Horizons Magazine, Universidad del Bio Bio, Chile
    • http://www.ubiobio.cl/revistahorizontes/
  • Moebius strip - Journal of Epistemology of Social Sciences, University of Chile, Chile
    • http://www.moebio.uchile.cl/

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Thank You Note For Minister For Funeral

Paul Latapí - Conference to receive honorary doctorate at the Autonomous Metropolitan University of Mexico

REIC - Ibero-American Electronic Journal on Quality, Efficiency and Change in Education, 2007, Vol 5, No. 3

Latapí Keynote Paul Sarre to receive honorary doctorate Metropolitan Autonomous University of Mexico

February 20, 2007
Dr. José Lema Labadie
, Rector General
Guiding Units Azcapotzalco, Cuajimalpa, Iztapalapa and Xochimilco
Distinguished members of the College Academic
Teachers, Researchers and Students the University Distinguished Guests

Friends:

In suggestive and evocative language of symbols, the Autonomous Metropolitan University today issued a message through the highest distinction that can provide: message expresses its appreciation to my academic career and educational research in the country today somehow to represent you; message also expressed its willingness to make manifest the affinity of its institutional values \u200b\u200bwith those who have inspired my work. Receipt and thank you, deeply moved, this honorable distinction.

understand this doctorate in recognition of a collective effort, myself and many colleagues over forty years, to open a new field of research, the educational research in Mexico, to train its investigators and consolidate its institutions. As noted by the Rector Adrian De Garay on the generous presentation that has been made of my person, I corresponded to initiate a process that has matured to give a certificate of citizenship education research, understood as the meeting point of many disciplines .

In this process I have accompanied many researchers (who did not mention by name so as not to incur in omissions), so I think it right to extend the distinction that now I get them all, many of whom are present here. Without their contributions, the process of building educational research in Mexico we know it today would not have occurred.

Special reference must be made to the educational researchers working in the four units of this university: many indeed, and highly valued in our guild-UAM members dedicated to clarify the problems of education country, for all this doctorate is also a well-deserved recognition and a sign of the will of this University to strengthen educational research and to strengthen its institutional presence in the formulation of national education policies.

I also thank my institution, the CESU-now Research Institute and University Education, National Autonomous University of Mexico, the very valuable support given to me in developing my academic activities I particularly appreciate the climate of academic freedom, trust and camaraderie that it prevails. (P. 210)

And the achievements of academic life are inseparable from broader coordinates we perform human beings want to do, on this important occasion, a loving appreciation to my wife Maria Matilde: for thirty years She has accompanied me every day in all my steps, and-what is more, both built together our certainties and our responses from the faith we share, to the ultimate questions of human life. For all this, Mary Matilda, this Doctorate is also yours. I was asked to deliver a keynote address at this solemn occasion, it is a message to this university community authorities, teachers, researchers, students and workers. I consider it a great privilege and I intend to share with you some reflections on the risks faced by Mexican universities today. They are personal concerns, criticisms, which can be understood as warnings or warning signs. Not everyone will agree with them, of course, the university is an institution made for dissent, "Please respectfully consider those who do not share at least as propositions that deserve discussion.

Universities of the country are living difficult transitions. Demographic and social pressures, policy requirements, budgetary anxieties, cultural and educational changes and especially the challenges of national and international economy, the overwhelming and face decisions any easier. Quality are required, they are forced to modernize, to be efficient, to produce the tables required by the market, to develop a corporate culture to innovate in their teaching methods and management processes to assess and accredit on solid foundations , and were proposed "Knowledge society" as the paradigm of the future obligation: if knowledge is-and will increasingly, the backbone of global economies, it is for educational systems and especially to universities build, provide and distribute that knowledge indispensable. You, officials, teachers and students, know better than I the implications of these challenges and suffer every day the consequences firsthand.

My message today will be to raise four critical concerns to some mistakes that are causing these challenges, concerns arising from my personal way to understand what education is and what is the University of "Educational philosophy" (if we call it) that I built over my life.

First concern: The goal of "Excellence"

Today is proclaimed as binding on the University's ideal of "excellence": the institution should be excellent training programs and also teachers, and students should aim and prove to be excellent.

Let me say that I consider this ideal of excellence as an aberration. "Excellent" is the superlative of "good" good is the "ExcelLite" which stands out as one above all others, in practice perfect. In education, talk of excellence would be legitimate if it meant a gradual process of improvement, but is terrible if it means perfection. Educating has always meant growth, capacity development, maturation, and a good education should make a permanent provision to be followed by beating, but no educational philosophy had earlier proposed the illusory claim to make men perfect. (P. 211)

I believe that excellence is not a virtue, I prefer, with the poet, thinking that "no matter come first, but come together and on time." The purpose of being excellent leads the trap of arrogance secret. Best we can and should be, not perfect. What sound pedagogy should aim is to encourage us to develop our talents, worrying about serving others.

Wanting to be perfect leads to narcissism and selfishness. If we are better than others, and all are in some way-we must forgive us our superiority, which will succeed if we share with others our own vulnerability and put our capabilities to its service.

On this subject I once wrote: "Perfection is not human. We are essentially vulnerable, our contingency accompanies all our steps and we should always feel dispensable. We are back and forth between longing and disappointment, a mixture of bad and good, test often failed. We live a few splendid moments to return to repeatedly check that we have large absolute Good. For this is good history and classics are good: we approach the wonder of our inherent imperfection. " (End quote).

At 85 Jorge Luis Borges wrote: "If I could live my life again / in the next try to make more mistakes. / Do not try to be so perfect / me relax more, be more foolish than I was ... / If I could live again travel lighter. / If I could live again begin to walk barefoot early spring / and remain so until the end of autumn ... "(End quote).

The paradox of being better without separating from the others, to be strong without using power to oppress, be safe without being arrogant, remains a difficult educational challenge, if unresolved, like so many other challenges our own human condition requires us to walk through canyons where cliffs surround us on both sides. Let us not, therefore, no medals of excellence, these medals often hide a wicked heart.

We train our students in reality. Let us invite them to develop self-esteem and become better and mature, but always assuming their risky human condition, and strengthen ties of solidarity with all, especially the weakest.

Second concern: the definition of quality of education

This brings us directly to the broader issue of quality. Universities around the world, even ours, are now under pressure from the demand for quality, the problem is that apparently no one has a fully convincing definition of quality. Have identified factors that undoubtedly influence better education, both in infrastructure and the programs and teaching methods, and apply measures to strengthen these factors. In contrast, there are known bad practices that impede quality. Some identify it with the results obtained by students in their exams and play with the statistics, and even indulge in establishing systems of institutions or programs misleading. The fact is that we lack a clear definition of the quality we seek and we must demonstrate, and debate is still open and probably will remain open.

I am concerned, first, to confuse quality with the learning of knowledge, which falsely simplifies the problem because education is not just knowledge. I am also concerned that comparisons to schools or institutions that ignore differences between contexts or circumstances of the students, sometimes abysmally different. And I worry about (p. 212) all that the quality of education to be confused with the "success" in the workplace, defined by reference to the values \u200b\u200bof the system. It is a perversion

inculcate in students a philosophy of success by which they should aspire to the highest position, the best salary and possession of more things is a mistake to bring educational ruthless competition with their peers because they must be "winners." For there to be winners, I ask myself "there must be losers trampled by the winner? Are we not all necessarily and often losers who, along with other losers, we share with them our common limitations? Similar criticisms have to do with the concept of "leader" who preach the ideology of some universities, based on complacency, selfishness and a deep contempt for others. Quality education, however, will encourage us to be better but also make us understand that we all need from others, that we are "beings-in-the-limit", sometimes triumphant and sometimes losers.

Surely the low quality of education has to do with a multiplicity of factors, and I agree that for purposes of macroplaneación it is defined, as is usually done by the concurrence of the four traditional criteria of educational system development: effectiveness, efficiency, relevance and equity.

That said and accepted, I suggest a conception of quality that whenever I reflect back on the subject: speaking as an educator, I believe that quality starts at the micro level, in everyday personal interaction and teacher the student and develop this attitude toward learning.

I have often wondered: What was it that was in my education that I believe made it, at least in certain moments, good or very good? What did my teachers, my parents, teachers, older siblings and classmates, to make such education to be good? If I had to summarize in one sentence my answer, I'd say I brought my teachers when they managed to convey to quality standards that invited me to beat. Increasingly, in many ways, in different areas of my human-development in the knowledge, skills, training of my values \u200b\u200b- my teachers sent me standards and also prompted me to compare myself with those standards, to understand that above was something that I could give more, or helped me form a habit of self-imposed reasonable.

Many years later I came to know that this was precisely the definition of quality that gave Ortega y Gasset: the ability to demand more. A quality education is, therefore, for me, a habit that is reasonable self-imposed. I say "reasonable" not to fall into unhealthy perfectionism or destructive narcissism. The quest to be better must be reasonable, moderate for solidarity with others, the spirit of cooperation and common sense.

would thus have a formal definition of educational quality, "formal" because improved standards can be applied to different issues and different worldviews and different content will appreciations Rate this formal definition.

I think, therefore, to find a quality education is not to invent bizarre things (like filling the classrooms of electronic equipment or multiplying teleconferences with Nobel Laureates), but know back to basics. An example: a English composition notebook, corrected in red pencil, in which the teacher explains why each fix is \u200b\u200btransmitting "exceeded standards" and leading the student to understand that there are better ways of using language, he can write better, and what motivates them to demand more. (P. 213)

This conception of educational quality rests on two assumptions: that in order to transmit quality is necessary to recognize, and recognize it is necessary to have it. Nothing in this vicious circles or tautological, but the recognition that education is essentially a process of interaction between people, and that quality depends crucially on the teacher.

educators address the problem of quality not from business theory of "total quality" or from the desire to improve our "supply" business to succeed in competition, but from deeper existential perspective, we want to give young people experiences personal through which we acquire our own vision what a quality life, and strive for the student to be himself, a little better every day, instilling a habit of self-imposed unreasonable always accompany him.

Ultimately educators convey only what we are, what we have experienced: some wisdom and some venerable virtues that go out of style: a bit of compassion and solidarity, respect, truthfulness, sensitivity to beauty, loyalty justice, and sometimes outrage capacity for forgiveness, and some encouragement for our students discover their potential and build freedom. It's little, but if the young men and women gather these lessons and if it is taken to themselves with a sense of humor, may meet with the task of decently become grown men and women who are up to take charge of themselves and others.

Third concern: the knowledge that question in the "knowledge society"

today is proposed to institutions of higher education, as I said earlier, take the paradigm of "knowledge society" to regulate its transformations: before the inevitable globalization, they should strive, "says the orthodox discourse, to provide knowledge needed by countries for their development. But it is not specified, usually, what is that knowledge, rather it is understood that this is particularly the knowledge needed to conquer the markets, or practical knowledge, applied, connected to the economy, which produces profitable innovations and ensures success in the competition.

I also question this glorious banner of the "knowledge society" that is ideal wave as required of any institution of higher education, not because it is a valid ideal but because it is incomplete and misleading. The knowledge society requires not only connected to the economy are many other kinds of knowledge. Universities exist not only to create and promote economically useful knowledge, but all forms of knowledge required by a society. Therefore we argue that they are the rightful home of Philosophy and Humanities, History, theater, poetry and music, also defend the deep human sense of the natural sciences and affirm the value of the useless and what free as part of the mission of the university. Therefore we also believe in the value of the coexistence of different university communities, so characteristic of our public universities. Therefore, we say "yes" to the knowledge society, including the universality of human knowledge, and we warn against the trap of making the universities in factories practical inventions, they are creations of "homo sapiens", not reduce them to workshops of "homo faber."

Should be linked to the demands of the economy? Of course. Do you have to be competitive professionals to meet the challenges of globalization? Totally agree. Is there a (p. 214) to conduct applied research, linked to business requirements? Nobody doubts that, with such defining conditions. But to meet these demands, we must not forget that the university is something more: it is not an appendage of the company but an institution responsible for building, protect and promote all types of knowledge that requires the country, including the seemingly unproductive.

And I want to say more on this topic: Current University should be a bulwark against the devastating total marketing process that is taking the enthronement of the market.

extreme at this stage of capitalism, globalization is leading to the commercialization of the world. Many goods are now considered commodities that determine the existence, sold the water is indispensable to us and comes from the sky, industrialization, export and announced, will soon follow the air and sun. Health has long since traded in a highly technical market.

are now sold TK, patented by transnational pharmaceutical companies to the use without giving credit to its source, and it comes with the full force of "cultural industries", reducing works of the mind and human creativity to the category of mere commodities

dimension trade now extends to all domains of life, every day there are new goods subtle, ingenious, many fanciful and most expendable, and are not things or services, are commodities, satisfactions of fads, inventions of advertising, virtual images that flatter the vanity or exploit the fears or regrets. Anything goes to sell because any sale made advance to the capital, even at the expense of common sense and our dignity, and men going away without realizing it, in invisible networks that decrease dependence on our freedom.

The commodity culture is changing our values, awareness of who we are and even the memory of what we were, and the limits of what we define as a possible and desirable.

We lost that old sense of tragedy that we had left Greece with its myths, gods and passions. And I do not know enjoy the sunsets because they are still free. Homo mercantilis

not interested in questions of the Sphinx, not sinks its enigmas or torture with their perplexities; he does not get his full humanity requires, at times, betting on an uncertain or jump to the level of generosity, an area which by definition is outside the market and is condemned by him.

Before this era of total merchandise, to this global effort to turn us all into merchants, the University, I think, has a mission to not be swayed uncritically by the play of complicity in the market-opening race in investigations undertaken or the services it provides, but to warn against abuse of this process: the raptors that are destroying nature and the planet and threaten the wonder of life, psychological perversions of advertising, the unchecked power of the TV, and, what is at the bottom of all this, the profit motive above all. The University should promote the recovery of our humanity diminished.

debate, therefore, these issues by defining the responsibilities of the contemporary university. (P. 215)

Fourth concern: prison break

rational knowledge that is said universities are the temples of reason. It is true, because they are taught to think and do science, we discuss epistemology and irrational prejudices are destroyed.

His professions and his research rely on the knowledge, rational knowledge, and respect rules this is what gives them their legitimacy.

I wonder if there is, even here, a misunderstanding or a conflict with the aim of the university to educate, because education goes beyond the rational knowledge. Education, for me, neither begins nor ends in the territories of reason. Embraces other forms of development of our spirit which now begin to glimpse the theories of multiple intelligences and emotional intelligence.

best education I received, and I have been educated intellectually demanding, it was precisely the non-rational, opening up to human dimensions that I consider essential: the symbolic and artistic, the scope of the Dionysian, the order of the ethical basis of the dignity of our species, and the fundamental human virtues, especially respect for others and life. I am appalled that excludes education compassion, to give up the search for meaning or close the doors to the possibilities of transcendence.

frequently reread this verse of Octavio Paz:

"I am a man.
little hard and the night is enormous.
But look up:
The stars write. Without understanding
understand: I am also writing
and at this moment
anyone reading me. "(End quote)

Universities born before the Enlightenment and Rationalism and survive when the influences of those times give rise to other, should remain open to other forms of knowledge and unexplained mysteries of man (the "do not understand I understand ..." that said Octavio Paz). It would be regrettable that they might understand the "knowledge societies" as confined to the knowledge of reason alone and forgotten in their educational work the relatively unexplored but critical areas of human development that go beyond the rational.

This also leads us to consider critically the concept of science that prevails in the contemporary university, successful concept by the rapid progress of science and its technological applications, but dangerous if absolute as the only valid knowledge.

science should be made following its rules and methods, but without forgetting that scientific truth, always provisional, does not exceed the validity of their methods. It is important to be aware of what we know but also what we do not know, and ask the philosophies of science that require the scope and meaning of it, from the dialectic between what we know and what we ignore. It is bad science that destroys the wonder, that attitude present in the great scientists who are generally modest, far from self-reliance, used to doubt and admire, shut up and watch. (P. 216)

Thus understood, science echoes this statement referring Hasidic rabbi Martin Buber: "Hear, hear, hear: the world is full of great mysteries and lights formidable man tries to hide with her little hands. "On this

once wrote:" Knowing is not known perplexities involved beyond the plane of reason and lead to other dimensions of consciousness: the true scientist is surprised that, being the part man nature as to believe all of that nature that still destined to die, beyond imaginable, and that being immersed in evil, can claim a final reconciliation. The wonder is opening our minds to non-rational forms of knowledge, a bridge between the small saving scientific truth and absolute truths, perhaps the only hope now. "(End quote).

Universities should explore the nature of scientific knowledge and its limits: the scientific knowledge that seeks explanations, add the "cultural knowledge" that seeks meaning. The first is, we might say "computer" assumes that the fundamental activity of our mind is to seek information, and that it is finite, unambiguous, codify, clarify and subject to verification. The second, cultural, accepts that our mind would not exist were it not for the culture, and therefore we know is given meaning relations, which depend on the symbols created for each cultural community, starting with the language. This is why the human mind has a different nature from that of the perfect computer, it can detect and decode different meanings of the same event. Its distinctive function is to understand, beyond the role of scientific knowledge to explain.

An author, Jerome Bruner (The culture of education, Harvard University Press, 1996) insightfully notes that the design knowledge that is the basis of modern science has resulted in an impoverishment of education, and perhaps is enabling our species to develop in one direction, cutting their genetic potential and spiritual.

Record these concerns, these suspicions in our agenda of reflections on our work as academics. Conclusion



conclude. I've shared with you four personal concerns regarding our universities today and, in my view, merit discussion: first, the ideal of "excellence" to consider perverted, second, the uncertainty of the quality of education, suggesting that we emphasize the quality of teacher-student interaction and focus on forming habits of self-imposed, third, the failure of a "knowledge society" containing only the useful knowledge economy subordinated to the University to the company, and fourth, I called "the prison of rational knowledge," prison that must be broken to open education with other human dimensions, including a review of the meaning of scientific work.

In expressing these concerns have mixed personal reviews from, as I said earlier, a philosophy of education that I built, not wanting and willing-along many years and I believe. You do not pretend that all agree with what I have said, I've only tried to offer some of my personal experience in some way to thank the distinction is now generously gives me this university. (P. 217)

educators proclaim that it has not reached the end of history is always restarting it, that there are other alternatives that we have to create them. For this we will continue running after our utopias and experiencing the risks of our precarious liberty, which are ways of saying that we still have hope. (P. 218)

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Clf2lewis Dot Structure?

(whistles silent)

lunar craters become dark eyes, nightmares
bad boy,
and peck at night as s i v or n p e s sharpened black



Listening: It hurts a summer. Migala

Friday, June 29, 2007

How To Delete Music From A Sd Card



The look that gave him the mirror was not his but that of an elderly woman with wrinkles on the retina and lies hidden more behind. Probably due to heart that he had acquired in the previous week sales, and no innocent rotten table skirts, but appropriate (or not) to use that it would. However, since that day, the nights would become more sad and lonely, but that does not matter now.
now only concerns us now, now, now that it, which takes off her blouse and bends and then throw it away (far away), not looking where he fell or flew away. And


is naked and looks.
still be seen.
is analyzed syntactically. A compound sentence, complex as herself and as all.
be re look, he turned with eyes that are curious, dropping his eyelids slowly, as if each look naked body gave him to drink hemlock (like a nightingale that tender)

And at night you leave in the warmth of the shadows, without a collar to be grasped, fingers abandoned to their fate, which is none other than fall into the nostalgia (the face you or any other).
Nostalgia ...
that fucking corner filling their nights, gets into the whiskey and make it bitter. Back beauty and wrinkle wrinkle dies, and with it any glimmer of innocence that had been glued to the tongue.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Fotosdepatrisianadiba

Innocence Love deflowered pocket (sacrilège! Sacrilège!) Melting

desire The room is mint or leech, a celestial pearl left not really know where something that is not playable, but still, smell inside and the cooing of the shy cats.
The call room is nothing but room. It is a world away (but without any of the world, for it is neither real nor vulgar, but something totally indescribable).
First, the street lights do not light ever since the moon is jealous of the land and they are not prepared for this disappointment. Under a secret pact at midday decided to leave the eternal night to night watchman, making them perpetual then signals for the error. The streets are scenes
walking with legs hidden under the clown props, circulating aimlessly as directed by the lamps (not knowing that they confuse the north and south, and east to west)

Shhh ... Sale
a girl on stage with olive eyes. Sale and sad, but nothing happens. And shut off the twilight of focus that pervades. Take a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket of his jeans, and begins to smoke. Fuma timidly but everyone they see. She's Lola Lola ... My tender
wakes each day standing water from rivers of dreams. Ice dreams when awake, but the nights were devoted to small fires cause flesh on his sheet excited or between the sidewalks of any city lit

begins work (Applause please)

Start walking with a pair of eyes that follow. He stops and yells " hope you tonight, playing hide and seek between my legs " the gentleman who observes safe from your balcony, enjoying their sinful wanderings and throwing their hands to find her breasts (Pale milk)

muted it, is left untouched by those hands diffuse until neck obfuscated not find any to bite, climb to the balcony hoping to find something more playable.
arrives and finds the owner of the hands. I was soaked thighs. She sits on him and begins to ride, to suck the life from his mouth.


Listening: The Tragedy d'Oreste et Electre. Cranes

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Softcore Actresses List

a caress (Part IV and Final) night from a train

The city was burning under our feet, which melted by the sun asking for help with their little voices, hoarse and bloody. Eyelids languished
pretentious and hips we hinted appetizing and presumably under the fabric.
Meanwhile, the sweet birds were burned in the sky and we felt more and more ghosts, no dreams of love lit or hidden remnants
The source, outside this, sputtered almost silent ...

- How dare to get you here, young lady?

- I did not dare, my feet ... I was kidnapped without warning - feet, a nice rest on the wild grass uncut

- Well ... maybe want to run away before doing something that you regret - lying indifferent to
his speech released learned time and again to young girls eager to live
(avec sa petite française Bouchez, as saying all the time "... mon dieu Oui, oui ...." )

- I do not think ... So

the second was spent with non-existent and few strokes, just a kiss in the parking lot, as marking their territory, making wait the noise of thunder after lightning. "I will eat alive," he thought ... and the worst is that I would do it.
This is how we came to the house to hide from nosy neighbors, the lights went out and we missed her lips seeking affixed in the other, eager for the touch, squeezing, biting ... unsuccessfully to get enough to start again.

( temporary lapses: kisses are gone and the smell of sex and is totally impregnated in the walls. The skin is worn, like the lips, now turned cherry look. He pretends to sleep. I I pretend not to look)

Funny how between the sheets looked so helpless and naked. As one of those children when they lie, they cover their mouths and choke with suppressed laughter, as if the mere fact of murder justify blatant lie ...
There he was ... Mr. mysterious, even revealing its turns, still keeping all of another, under the dermis


Listening: Happy songs for happy people. Mogwai

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Full Body Wax Ann Arbor

Visit (Part I)

So that, you just get the family on Friday. Les I told the trolley would they pick someone from the university to the airport, and well, in a sense, it was a lie, because I approached to pick them up. But by the time I lost (I could not go to class), and the money it costs (almost thirty euros round trip) because I have removed the desire to repeat history.

Finally, the faces of my parents was very funny to me at the airport, I thought you receive them to blow a bagpipe, but since Japan is a little ... flipadillos with "the security at airports", as I went, for sure with my paint a bad person, think that this is a machine of evil, which leaves the Japanese deaf. In finally happened three quarters of looking for trouble yourself silly.

The case was that yesterday we went to Nara, a walk and the truth that we walked the great sea. The fact is that my mother liked my pretty, and my father .... for in his keynote. But
that you realize how it was evening, then went to my parents in Nara Park, a place full of reindeer roam among the people looking to stroke them and give them something to eat. Anyway, we crossed a road to go to the Todaiji Temple (world heritage of mankind), and of course, before arriving, since you have to spend part of the park, to what my father said (right after repeated fifty times haberles that we would see the most important temple Nara ...)
- So come, let's see a sliver proa? because .... Later
arrived at the imposing gateway to Toldaiji (not I get the name right now), a gate 700 and bit, and it really is very pretty, my mother watching the guards, freaking out as we have all while my father ... taking pictures from the lace of the woodwork and commenting on the piece of infraestrucutura they should have made to have accomplished then swallow the piece planks and logs as above. Anyway, I think he liked it, but hey, put it in a way ... it is a pleasure, hey.

The fact is that we have lost in the area of \u200b\u200bthe temples, and then we had dinner in a restaurantillo I like it a lot. What amuses me is that I ask all, as if I knew everything, but all around, is that in these cases if the Internet becomes available for reference, I think I fall short, hey, but very short.

And especially when they ask me to read certain things ... obviously I can not only know 700 kanji, and I know all the possible readings of those, so ... finally, here to have fun.

funny thing is that now I take it, but I guess I will end up a bit fed up with the family, so many days in so little space to make a dent insurance (because all my friends have been the same), and especially because for almost all depend on me (and I do not know how far I can still rely on my own).

Anyway, today we will see if we hell to Kyoto. To see the imperial city. Weeeeee
A

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Installing Ceramic Around A Bathtub

Scale ¿4?

Buenoooooooo ....
it seems to be the epicenter was in the prefecture of the hand (come on, put it in some way, I live in Gijón, and the earthquake has been in Oviedo), and has been a 5.3 scale. Interestingly, we have eaten a scale 4, but as I said before, as this area is quite safe

Well lo and behold!

Arturo told me that the kids who were playing baseball under the house, which continued as if nothing had happened, I guess the japanese saying ... I shit in the sea ... damn earthquake I miss going to the ball .... and the Japanese are like that, when put to Gambat ishokenmes (super concentrated, come on), is that neither the stop earthquakes. They just take pictures of the epicenter, and like nothing you hear, that nothing has happened here.

Finally, seeing is believing.

The pity is that as there is an aftershock'm not going to find out because I'm going to Osaka now and in the whole train was not one of anything.

Is It Normal To Bleed A Lot After Giving Birth



just 30 seconds ago I lived my second earthquake. A short week ago there was another fairly large on the Richter scale was 7.1 if I I do not remember. Fortunately it happened at sea, and that meant that there was a tidal wave of half a meter in height. All this occurred in central Japan, north of Kyoto.
came to me only the "wave polyurethane foam" which in my case was level 1 (I can not believe how bad he must spend at scales greater than 3. I gave a couple of taps curious. Now the same thing has occurred but stronger. That grace, I sat in a chair thinking I had the phone on the floor and I thought they were calling me (since I had the vibrator on), but of course, about thirty seconds of continuously vibrating vibrator .... as not.

The truth is that Nara is a very safe area, and attest that it is:)

The case is still on TV says nothing, but I'll keep you posted. Jo, are cool as an egg.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Ironing Board Lever Fix

earthquake Another piece I made a suicide

Well, sorry to write so from time to time, but the reasons are many why I find it increasingly impossible. The truth that I can think of lots of interesting things, and some unheard of that You would be puzzled if you count them.

Anyway, lately I have gone from everything, including why not say, last week China has killed a classmate who has brushed a car while riding bicycle. This fact has served to make us rethink all foreigners a little life. It has undermined the very moral. I have chosen not to know who it was, because here everybody knows everybody, and I preferred to do so because as the last month have returned a lot of foreign students to their countries, they've decided to imagine that she has done (though you know it's a white lie) .

other hand, I have two concerts koto (a kind of harp attached to the trunk of a tree) and Shakuhachi (flute which is simply a tube, but it sounds great), and as a result, I have been on Japanese television. We laughed a lot.

Also last but not least, I'm doing Japanese archery (bow is two meters high), and I'm about to break the record as the person before in history has managed to pull the 1,000 arrows regulations to become a full official shooter. I'm about to break the record, but long, so I'm going to laugh a long time as it gets, because there is nothing better than a Japanese sport, and in Japan, comes a gaijin (foreign) give them a beating. Surely more than one suicide.

other hand, I have been joribiado hard drive where I kept the photos from the past 5 years, so that the large collection of pictures and curiosities, which was preparing to hang on the blog, has gone to hell (I hope to recover , but that's when you have time).

respect to college, because I have a lot subjects every day, all in Japanese, and yesterday ... suicide because I literally . I decided to take classes in Japanese Russian (cágate parrot).
Yesterday was the first class, and the truth is stressful because you do not understand much, but force me to have to squeeze all my knowledge of Japanese to try to understand where is Russian, so if I learn Russian this year, keep in mind that means I will have learned Japanese at a good level. The truth is that the thing promised, we'll see over time how is the thing.

Well, I also had to talk about a lot of things, Sakura, Hanamis, the Tenrikyo, that we at time of suicide in Japan and that there are even a list of the coolest places to commit suicide (to geeks), the Asian chavalas, the crosses cultural, finally, I had to speak of many things ... that to see how I do now that I have my pics to guide me.

Anyway, I'm going to class will start now.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Sppeches For Company Anniversary

The day I became an engineer prom


For the day of the previous post, returning from Kyoto, I went to Nara to see a festival that are repeated for 1,200 years.

basically consists of walking balls of fire at the wooden porch of the most important temple in Nara, Todaiji Nigastudo the light of the moon.

The truth is that things have to appreciate them in context, 1,200 years ago must be impresionantísimo today, no longer a mere curiosity, why not say it was not as dramatic thought, and the fault Photos that have announced, that as they are "fake" because it seems more than it is.

Well, not upset me, but I was disappointed because I imagined it waaaaay more spectacular. It is the second important festival I go to Nara and I get disappointed. The first festival is when the whole mountain fire above Toaiji, and the truth that was nice, but unfortunately most spectacular view as it burns a mountain in my land.

The problem was that the pictures of the ads were made with a wild show, so instead of watching as the forest is burning, burning showed the whole mountain as if it were lava waterfall.

On this occasion, because the truth was more of the same, although I liked it, I do not regret having gone. First, some monks were saved for loading time with balls of fire impressively large (the size of a motorcycle), and up to the temple. After leaving the balcony, and moved the ball to ashes purify the people.

Apart from the festivals and the like, when I came home, did unimaginable in the morning I had to leave in a hurry and had a friend in the house. I left the key and said

"No, stay home and eat. (Is that the food was ready) I is that I have to get the hell out because I did not expect to have to leave.

Then I gave him the key, the only key I have and I said that metiese in the mailbox. To give you an idea, there are a few mailboxes at the entrance of the complex, and another mailbox on the door that is accessible only from inside. As my colleague had been for years at this residence, meant that he was aware of the existence of mailboxes at the entrance, but ... obviously I was wrong. The

colleague superextrañado but faithfully following my instructions to leave the house left the key in the mailbox ... the door.

My surprise is that I arrived at half past ten at night to house, I opened the mailbox, and no key. And the worst fear me I call colleague

- This ... Is my key?
- Yes, it's in the mailbox as I said.
- Shit
- DO NOT HAVE A SECOND KEY?
- mmm .... no. I have only one key.

FIRST ATTEMPT: FROM THE TERRACE
The only neighbor who was home was the beginning of the corridor. This is a German. He knocked on the door to see if I could from the terrace, go hanging from terrace to terrace up to the mine, which is the last of the aisle (jumping on four terraces).
Dangerous "jump from terrace to terrace? For the truth in my case has nothing dangerous, I live storey, only to prevent theft (theft "in Japan? I laugh) as they have put a fence like a prison. Skip first hurdle cost me nothing more than trying to get my feet on the floor without hurting myself, because the terraces have bags full of garbage recycling because Japanese someday talk about it. The second terrace
I realized my mistake ... in the area where you can jump from terrace to terrace from the second to the third terrace, were the air conditioning machines, which are so large, leaving about 20 cm step, the fact is that the machines have two floors, it was a sort of tube of 20 centimeters between the terraces, located five feet through the soil, which ... compressed than the body, hooked, and do tembalr my balance ... made takes about 5 minutes to cross a foot.
After much pain, I got through, and that's when I realized that probably left the balcony door closed, it would probably be a trip that would be useless, and that cost me a lot back ... I was resting for five minutes to go through pain that site.
then jumped to the third deck without problems, and I saw the tunnel of pain between the third and fourth terrace. With tears in his eyes, I went through the tunnel. I went back to rest of the pain a little longer, but since there was only one terrace and the step was easy, I rushed to my terrace.
Upon arrival, I ran down from watching garbage bags with the bottles do not slip falls. As I stood outside the door of my terrace, I was paralyzed, I breathed deeply, closed my eyes and I said to myself ... God, that is open, is open to God, I have no strength to go back to the room of German. Then I tried to open the door and .. CLOSED!
I uttered a cry of despair, not because he could not enter the house, but because he could not return to endure the pain caused by the tunnels of air conditioners. Furthermore, in the worst case, it was Monday morning, and I could open the door people at the university without any problems.
Anyway, I tried to remove the door, the door ventaninta, but all in vain. I even tried calling the phone Arturo, who was at the front door, but ... I heard that held a telephone conversation, so I said ... Well, back to the terraces, but Taking me toooooodo World time. And I did, I jumped the first terrace, and I was taking walks and looking at air conditioning tunnel. Suddenly it occurred to me ... What if my neighbor has left the balcony door open? Na ... must be closed, because it is an empty apartment ... and tried but by chance. The door slowly opened. SIIIIIIIIIII! and ran inside the door.
On leaving the hall, everyone was blown away, was supposed to open the next door, not before. In telling the epic, everyone understood.

SECOND TRY: THE HAND OF CHI-PAO
Those in the hall, was Arthur, the German neighbor and a colleague Business.
Well, the key was stuck in the mailbox of the door, a mailbox, which just goes into the hand of a child, but based on force, mine (and I've lost weight because of God) came but it hurt much, so badly that the mailbox was so profound that my arm just reached the middle.
I realized I needed something else to get to the bottom of the mailbox, and since nobody had a magnet to get the key ... I said ... if my hand less than half, a smaller hand ... well reaches the bottom, and of course I ran to the room of Chi-pao, a thin and small Taiwanese would be my savior. Arriving discovered that his room was gone. Shit, who else is in the residence?

THIRD ATTEMPT: THE TABS
skimmer and ran to the room and the only person left in the residence, which was a German, with the intention of asking for a magnet. It had nothing to be liked, but looking at the wall, I saw he had a curious size skimmer, which could enter the mouth of the mailbox, and I said ... this is mine! Katarina then left me his red and black skimmer and went at full speed.
Upon arrival, I found that the Germans with all the good intentions in the world, had destroyed a hanger metal to try to make a hook and pick up the key.
What a great idea, first got the hook .... nothing. Then I tried it with the skimmer .... nothing.
We even put a camera in the mail to know exactly the location of the damned key.
In fact, in this photo, you can see the keychain ring that holds the key.
But it was useless.
Realizing that nothing was worth, I decided to put both hands very much pain, and put both the skimmer and the hanger. And if, as also knew the location of the key, from time to time we heard as moving until .... Clin
clin!
Oh, oh!
can not be.

CAN NOT BE
!
The key was out of the box and was dropped.

FOURTH ATTEMPT: THE PANEL THAT STICKS TO ALL
Well, now we had the added difficulty that you had to open the mailbox from the outside. I pulled the pin on the extinguisher sign, and with it, modify it a little more pain in the hand and a little skill, I managed to force the door of my mailbox.
We can only find the key and create a mechanism to retrieve it.
We returned to enter the camera and took a few pictures. The result of the photos and the door of the room next door as a test lab, we conclude that the key was at the base of the door, and given that the door was a step, it was impossible to attack trying to get the key under the door and in fact, if we moved a lot of the key, we ran the risk of falling into the key step. The case was ... How to generate a mechanism into 45-degree angle to be operational after a 90? Well the answer
had before their eyes, the hanger is relatively flexible, so that when engaging the poster extinguisher which had stuck cellophane base upside down, generating a mobile panel which direct contact until the weight hit a key. That is, we had created a kind of bait fishing rod which was a large square piece of plastic with zeal. The problem was we only had a try, because the heat hit so well that he had brought all the dust of the ground, making a second attempt was futile. All this I knew because we had experienced in the next door.
moments of tension with the panel
Anyway, as I introduced him to the mailbox, and I got the key Leventer, but as I was not stuck, eventually falling to the ground, with such bad luck that now if he was near the door, next to the step that would render all such attempts.

Germans then decided to retire, was cold and they were in pajamas.

It was that magical moment in which Arthur said ..
- shows now that you're an engineer.

FIFTH ATTEMPT: THE RECOGELLAVES 1.0
And do not know why, but I pique, I looked around, I saw only had the shopping bag with a couple of soups, estintores panel, a stick, a stick of zeal , a spool of thread, an old catcher, and scissors that had been stolen from the next room.
The fact is that the panel I developed a base of fire extinguisher would be a kind of collector (pass below the key and lift), but this, I hit the shopping bag with zeal, so that to raise, is the key metiese held with three wire cables on each end I managed to move the structure barely like a puppet. When the key was on the platform, just had to pull the two wires up front, so that it slides into the bag. But the fact is that I realized that the structure was too light and passed over the key. The move could hear.
weight was missing.

SIXTH ATTEMPT: THE RECOGELLAVES 2.0
Then I develop my little machine, I picked up some sticks next door (that being Korean is metal), gave the necessary weight to crawl from the bottom to contrapero mode, but still, I put panel attached to the end of the stick picker, so I made sure to drag and from the bottom to power it out of the door, but as a collector's club was short, I hit the pole-pole also extinguisher.
was then returned to get the gadget from the door, heard the key hit the door, and suddenly .. and no sound. The key might have fallen for doorstep, I was sure, because we were working blindly.
desperation, I told Arthur
- I leave, I give, I can not. It must have fallen into step as they no longer hear it.
and pulled the door structure. Arturo wondered if I had entered the bag, but I told him that was so light that it was impossible that he had entered. But as I asked again, I looked at the bag out of curiosity, because it out, had moved with undue severity.
And look inside ....
My recogellaves had borne fruit.

was she, the fairest among the keys, now it was mine forever!
I could not believe, the one gadget I had worked. It was like one of the crazy inventions the coyote when you try to catch the roadrunner. But this time, had caught the roadrunner.

put the key in the lock y. ..
opened the door, siiiiiiiii! Look, look, that it opens!
And here I am with the side of victory.

But lest I forget now, because here you have a summary of the night, me with all my picks that I needed to show that ... Yes, I am an engineer and took back, because more than one, I sure would have abandoned the first attempt.
By the way, and everything is by the way, the next day I forget the keys, but that's another story (and also left the open terrace, and even now I have a lot more prepared countermeasures, particularly three possibilities to get into my apartment .)

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Rheumatoid Arthritis Red Palms



Well this week I was invited by my colleagues to graduation. It is here that as college semesters are independent, they end up at this time of year. Each one returns to his hometown to work, so this day is celebrated because it is a nice way of saying we're not going to see more, or who knows.
楽しく て 悲しかった でした
Upon arriving in the morning to sports hall of the university, I found the display of kimonos biggest I've seen to date, and not only that, but most were kimono dress, so it was of more picturesque. The truth that we put color note of foreigners who were only 7, and we looked at the Japanese for their clothes, but they stared at us without stopping.
With the beautiful Yasawa
With Master Futbolera June

addition, it Once the note was real color, our colleague Evans (Kenya) had brought his sister from London, obviously the two are black, so I imagine for many of those present, was the first time they could actually see that they are people with two arms, eyes and legs like them.
The happy family trying to read the program

We went inside, and the ceremony began. Seems like a graduation as we can see in Spain, but no, the thing was a bit different, as though he had to endure the roll of the school principal for almost everything had to get up Seat everyone to make bows.

The director was names one by one the different faculties or fields of study, and all who had studied the industry rose from the seat. Then, including the director said the name of the person who had the best record, and only and only that person up on stage at the gym to pick up the diploma. So with all the powers.

Then, and since this is a religious university (the Tenrikyo), equivalent to the Pope took the stage and I recited a speech unbearable. After that, they sang the hymn of the university, and ended the ceremony. Among bells and whistles, the ceremony lasted hour and a half, and what I liked, apart from tiny embedded so cute in their kimonitos, was that the background music throughout the entire ceremony was real, three groups of musicians were anxious to exchange and "click" music classical, traditional and a chorus of voices.

I was amused that the students fell asleep during the course of the speeches, because it is the same as they do in the classroom, incredibly, students sleep during class, because here it is true that once enter college, four years later, that is what lasts, salts with the title in hand, which does not say much of Japanese university education system, and fear gives me get sick and be at the mercy of a Japanese doctor (I'll tell you more stories about it, because they fear ...).
The fact is that this time the parents also fell asleep, lol, I think that Arthur has taken photos to prove it:)

Anyway, after the ceremony, they went to pray at the temple. Yes, I know, but I had to tell.

After the prayers, we all gather in the main building of the classes, where each one, and in his own class, they delivered a bag containing the title and a small gift from the university, and then everyone put in a room to eat sushi and other meats in the country. We put on boots to eat and drink. The music on stage, again, real, a jazz band, but they played really nice music, but too sad for my taste.
Miho With Mass and do not leave!

Upon completion, English, went to a restaurant to eat and drink. The truth that at first I dreaded the fact that everyone else who had English as their mother tongue could not come (except for Glen), fearing that he could not communicate with anyone, in fact, the first phrase I one teacher said to me, betrayed perhaps could not communicate with anyone but .... On the contrary, my Japanese blossomed like a rose, I talked non-stop, we laugh a lot, so I could not say what I meant by my facial expression.
Anyway, had a great time for the first time I have felt like one more, not as the mascot of the English department as I saw so far.
laughter Dead
A Guilty that I am in Japan


Indeed, in this picture, the two guys that appear, are the last two guys remain in college who went to Salamanca for four years and are the same group guilty that I'm here today.

Then, as the culmination of any party in Japan that boasts, karaoke, sing like bitches, I this time, trying to read the lyrics as the songs sung in Japanese colleagues.
trieste
What is that 80% of the people I knew, this day have left the university. I have no fear, this happens to me every year for seven, and now this start again, I face a new perspective, I'm going to japan to eat potatoes, well, that if re-sell in the supermarket, last few days have not been found.

Anyway that ... luck to everyone in your new life, wherever.

In Costa Rica it has been said!
THANKS FOR EVERYTHING!