Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Fotos Kate Playground Full

A brief reflection ...

... sponsored Inception.

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Inception I've seen three times . I really liked from the first and every time I see new encounter details had not seen before, which is a nice analogy about the levels that are accessed in a dream within a dream within a dream. However, no write-at least now-a review or explanation snatched on film but a little reflection I remembered while reading this paragraph in IMDB:

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In Many interviews Nolan says That although this ( Inception ) is a Completely original idea, There Are Causes of inspiration for Everything he's done. This Explains the whole premise of "inception" and is a big symbol of how Our Lives Are All Made up of tiny little inceptions (or inspirations) Caused by Others.


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Like many know, or have had the opportunity to see, I am a highly dramatic. Despite my repeated attempts to appear lightened to a person who does not care about anything, a cynical über-cool-we with big hair, a nerd without feelings, deep down I'm very romantic. I cry with little: a commercial, a movie, a street scene, a Google ad ... Write letters and emails with phrases burning, epic. I think the star of a soap opera and celebrated with tears and laughter and shouts and passionate acts.

When I fall, O Allah, I do with the viscera. I do seriously. I fall to the core, to the limit, to forget my own name. After falling in love, what I like to do is suffer. If I can suffer for love, secretly I am the happiest person in the world, because then I can be consistent with my heart, my life is consistency.

wondered why I never am. It seemed perfectly natural and logical, as the color of my eyes or my thick eyebrows that kind of things that are born and die without much apparent reason beyond genetics and luck.

The problem is in believing that this was all real ...

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A year ago, as a cleaner in the boxes where I have piled up old works, essays and photocopies of my school life, I found a pile of leaves with a cover seam pink. It was a literary anthology that I did in ninth grade.

letter was written in Comic Sans to eleven points and had an index to score myself because I have not yet discovered the boundless goodness of the Word. My computer had Windows 98, I was fourteen, life was simple ... Or was it?

Driven by curiosity and nostalgia, I began to read literary pieces at fourteen seemed revelantísimos, Friends hoping to find Mexicanized dialogues and little stories of my primary literary texts.

And I read: Wuthering Heights, the scene where Catherine Earnshaw dies and tearful hugs, kisses and curses for the last time Heathcliff. Marianela , the scene where Paul recovered his eyesight and falls for her cousin, causing the death of love Marianela. Love Story, the novel by Erich Segal jacket on a very pure love to transform just a guy with no feelings when the woman of his life died of a long and painful illness. The dialogues of Romeo and Juliet when separated at the bottom of the source, the night they met. And so on.

I realized then what was the origin my distorted perception of love. Not that I were a dramatic because it was born, not that there was no love in my house when my parents were the most loving couple in the world, not that I had broken my heart so often before the age of fifteen. It was simply that he had read many romance novels. Tragic love. Something clicked in my brain and my life changed completely: from now left with the idea, perhaps subconscious, that the tragedy only mark the great loves. The rest is a game, a trifle.

Although I realized where they came from these fixations to date does not leave me, I could not do much to eradicate. Understand where it comes from, "trace the genesis of a seemingly original idea, do not provide much comfort when it is deep rooted.

romantic literature I realized that I had inception.




applause.


Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Danielle Crawley Bella

did it!


had not been able to write this post for many reasons (distractors, especially). The fact is that the netbook and came to Roland! If you do not know what I mean, here are some tips: Ronald Case.

The crossing was a bit stormy. To begin with, then bought, the Netbook was transported to Chile for a girl because management Don Rul.

bill here:


While in Santiago, dear Moses picked it up and sent it TurBus (the damn company where, paradoxically, the original Netbook was stolen).





Already in Tocopilla, Ronald rescued and sent us these photos to verify the non-chuequez the whole thing:




Now we can embrace and be happy forever. And seriously, thank you very much to cooperate for this cause. Ronald was very grateful and happy and just hope that organized crime will not get crackling again.

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In other news, next week I go to the country's imperialist front. It is likely that, as the last time I posted my journey with photographs and details a bit humorous to revive my dying blog (like all blogs, Twitter accursed!). The cool thing is that it will be a very nice trip in which I reencontraré with my friend Pau, who curiously is pictured two posts ago, see the pinchi Fayer, which believe it or not is a friend all give and no less than my brother whom I have two years without seeing.

Cuiden around here as much, because before that happened to work hard in Guanajuato to Mexico's future. Cheers


Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Fotosde Paty Nabidad.com

Random Thoughts for Valentine's Day - 6 Months Later


Sometimes I have to say "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is one of my favorite movies of all fucking world is disgustingly outmoded. By Allah, is so 2004, is as "idiot, Michel Gondry, did you see his video of Björk? Did you see? Idiot, is the most" is so commonplace, so all we saw and loved, so non-indie , so non-rare, so not-of-worship have become so precisely because-of-worship. Write it causes me discomfort it causes me to say that I also love Fight Club, because it is the favorite movie of a generation and almost always, invariably, is Blogger profiles one hundred subjects.

But I must. Every time I see I am touched and cry. Always end up thinking that such a beautiful idea to re-do everything, knowing it will end badly. Sometimes I think the original idea of \u200b\u200bKaufman, the brilliant seed from which built the whole story, it was not possible to delete a person from our lives. I think your original thought, its beautiful idea, it was poetic that resignation to the metaphysical dilemma of returning to do the things we did in the past, even with the certainty of failure.

"If I could do it all again, if I could go back in time and meet you, I would do the same." I think the only way to illustrate this scenario for him came in the form of Lacuna Incorporated: If you erase a person in our lives, if we had again, and if after meeting we learned from our own voice, our own experience recorded in a cassette, that person will get tired, that the relationship will become hostile, polluted and hurtful, which all end badly ... Would we still ahead? It's so beautiful to think that Clementine and Joel, two types completely ordinary, boring, full of flaws and foibles and embarrassments, as
broken like the rest of the people, choose to do so.

I love this dialogue. It's so simple and so powerful at the same time. Summarizes the acceptance of something that went wrong, but we know happy, while lasts.

Joel: I can not see That I do not like anything about you.

Clementine: But you will ! But you will. You know, you will think of Things. And I'll get bored with you and feel trapped Because That's What Happens with me.

Joel: ... Okay.


In real life we \u200b\u200bhave no way of knowing what will happen in the future, how things with a person, and yet ... Did not he decide to do it anyway?

The other idea that I really like the film is the subplot of Mary Svevo and Dr. Howard Mierzwiak. I think it speaks of fate. No matter what you delete head of a person, if your whole being, your life story, the things you love, how you relate, and also that
person exactly what it is, what it means, what do you ... if all that conspires to make you fall in love, will always, again and again. We can not escape that.

Falling in love over and over again the same person, is not it something beautiful?



Sunday, July 4, 2010

20mm Phosphate Buffer




Like many people, I have a fixation with the past. But not with a remote time, that happened decades or centuries, or millennia. I always think in life, in my life, some years ago.

Last night I dreamed I could go back in the recent past. The eighties, for example. That has always attracted me a very unexpected way.

How I love to go to 1995 and marvel at all he had in 1995, even though I've lived this year with absolute confidence. He was in third grade, had a false denim hat with a sunflower on the front, the girls listened to Fey, saw the Prince of Rap on TV, you were reading the magazines my sister went out with my bike, everything was so simple and so fleeting. But what would now 1995? I do not mean to live with age then I have now, but as I am now, all I know.

How would you feel if you go back to September 1, 2001? Do not have a uncontrollable desire to go around saying that in ten days the world as we know it will change completely? They could not hold a rational conversation every two minutes and hold things happen: a terrorist attack, a war in Iraq, the first black U.S. president, the first president dwarf in Mexico, the sudden death of Michael Jackson, a tsunami epic, a film about a blue alien and the other on a vampire shine with the light, all kind of stupid details that now seem so everyday and normal, but then are unknown and therefore fascinating. In my dream

visiting a friend in the past and made me a firm promise to behave normal, predictions hold. And all I loved: the music, the color of the sky, TV commercials, clothing of ordinary people on the street, the feeling of an era is over.

I lived the first six years of my life in the south of Mexico City, but I forgot almost everything. I remember things. The color of the chairs, the stairs of our building, until a friend of my brother turned around and ran eyelids by scaring the entire unit. The solar eclipse of 1992. Small tiles of the "kiddy" of my kindergarten, I booted and kept in a pouch like precious stones. The Giant who went to the pantry. The shoe store at the corner of Canada Avenue. Last time I was stung a whipping on the field where my brothers trained with the "Pumitas." When my brother ran away and ended up competing in the TV-O greasy pole.

However, they are very fuzzy memories, which are easily lost. Maybe I know everything by conversation, although I'm sure that many of these things, and more trivial, remain within me without the ever appointed. Also by photos. But something inside me that always returns to the department, to the street, in this kindergarten, those nights, though I know it's impossible: there is no way, not even turn around and walk the same places. Is unrecoverable.

If I could travel back in time, with all the possibilities that this offer, choose to go to those days. 1991. Then go to 1995. Then go further back, when he was not born, and see my brothers when they were small and brats, and my parents in their seventies costumes, sitting in the cinema. See things that are familiar.

all know that time travel, if any, would be restricted. As this oh, wise in Cracked.com article explains, if we go to a very remote period would be taken as witches, we could not communicate in any language possible, we would die of hunger, we would not have identity or money, and grow old faster. Moreover, as Abraham Homer Simpson advised we should be very careful not to touch anything and thus alter the course of humanity.

But I want to go back and re-touch my hat with sunflowers. My Barbies. The clothes that made me as a child. Objects that meant so much before and I would give a sense of triumph, something recovered, as when we find something we thought was lost or we meet soon with some article of clothing that we had forgotten we had.

Above all, I'd go back in time to sit in a corner and watch the brat cejona live in another time, no worries now, with the innocence of that time. It would be very nice. Or sad, depending on the spirit that trip.


Friday, July 2, 2010

Thank You Letter For My Gf

Travel into the past ... Post


If one thing I'd Learnt from traveling, It Was That the way to get Things Done WAS to go ahead and do Them. Do not talk about going to Borneo. Book a ticket, get a visa, pack a bag, and it just happens.



Alex Garland The Beach

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Electro-luminescent Backlight Afterglow

Mental Pain Control

Control pain with the thought.

is possible to overcome physical pain just to get in his mind a thought directed to that end. In an experiment live on local channel Bucaramanga - Santander - Colombia Telmex, CANAL K, Pinilla Edward therapist inserts a needle into the arm of the journalist and presenter of news and magazine am, Angelica, who volunteered for the session.

Here is how to just give a direct order to the handle unconscious, anesthetized arm allowing the sensation of the needle can not be seen by the person.

Consequently, no pain in the arm. This same experiment also applies when you want to overcome the pain in any part of the body.

is simply looking up, carrying saliva into the mouth and order the party against whom the pain is numbed and ready, pain overcome and removed the body, forever.

Edward Pinilla: 3153737644, Bucaramanga - Santander - Colombia.