Saturday, February 13, 2010

Showing Of Undergarments Illegal

People UPFM unworthy

Lest anyone get angry: this post is deliberately virulent and very little politically correct. Is what you get: I will talk about people who, perched-on-a spurious grounds, or altars that intellectual or artistic merit, dare to speak, covered with purple incomprehensible, that which we neither understand nor ever will understand, they, used to mist rather grimy. The thing goes Garzón.

Whenever I buy or read The Country (act almost daily), the most carpetovetónicos of my friends look bad, as in doubt. There is something suspicious and inappropriate in it, and so I do know: need to know the opinion of those who in principle do not think like you, since the same error you out of a , I say, and do it with conviction although I know myself that this medium has radicalized its position each time they painted rough the division of spoils, which belongs to one of the most opaque business groups in Spain, which lastly, Cebrián Academy is incomprehensible reasons, reasons similar to those that make Teddy Bautista as President of the SGAE, a place, or have someone pay the slightest attention to a clown like Ramoncín .

In the current frame of mind, with the current government (the worst in the history of Spain, remember, with the exception of the government due to Fernando VII) receiving hosts on all sides with total merit, is to that Seat Cushin half to keep the gravy train (qed) as which leads among other things to give wings to two types unworthy: José Saramago and Julián Casanova .

Saramago became a Nobel like many, it is more casual than others, I think, for example, Benavente : given the choice available to English writers I cast enough and more substance. My eyes is the author of very little interest, but that's my problem. That Esperancita (is a true story?) Will liase thinking of Lady Magician, Mrs. Sara, notable painter in an interview him pleasing to the ears of some of the antiesperancitistas (I'm one of them, but not that part). Saramago is what it is, finally, and just to have some criteria regularly read your articles in the press, and if one is fort, as the Blindness (in order ...) . What happens is that it is avowedly communist. A communist is a guy who admits that the end (a theoretical 'universal justice') justifies the means (the joint dictatorship of the proletariat, the extermination of the bourgeoisie, the use of lies, torture and violation of rights human, the lack of respect for the word, and so on., etc.). I am not aware that any community to be embarrassed to bring sickle and hammer when he peta, where that symbol is infinitely more offensive to human dignity that the swastika if we simply count the number of people killed by it. Nazi brutality becomes in terms of numbers one-hundredth of its Communist counterpart. Every time someone flies the red flag with the shit that in the upper left corner makes me want to vomit.

As Casanova , what to say. Teruel disciple of the brilliant historian (that other) Dr. Careers at the University of Zaragoza (notorious communist, too), it happened that in 2008 was chosen, a proposal from the parties (the relatives of missing persons and associations for the recovery of historical memory complainants), a member of the group of experts to search for mass graves and identification of victims in the proceedings against crimes Franco promoted by the judge ... Guess Who? Garzón. Baltasar Garzon . As is well known to my readers, I am interested in history, and especially the twentieth century and certainly in my country. Of course I have read something of the subject apart from its many well-paid articles in The Country : namely, a peculiar accounting manual dead Hidden memory , whose idea is to locate graves and give an account of the brutalities of civil war (only, of course, the rebel side, factious, fascist). Naturally, the field work he did he did his students (some of which, incidentally, is cited as co-author: those who were "politically inappropriate" and therefore questioned the merits of volume size). Besides the above, it is believed referencing handsome, smart and bright. Record. Oh, and published a stream, I think I have said, in El Pais.

Saramago bear today in El Pais (página 17), perpetrar un articulillo: Ni leyes ni justicia . Colección de lugares comunes acerca de las (hipotéticas) virtudes de Don Baltasar, llega a la colosal impertinencia de decir lo siguiente: El juez Baltasar Garzón que, víctima del despecho de algunos de sus pares, demasiado complacientes con el fascismo que perdura tras el nombre de la Falange Española y de sus acólitos, vive bajo la amenaza de una inhabilitación (...) Faltando Baltasar Garzón, suponiendo que se llegue a ese punto, será la conciencia de la parte más sana de la sociedad española la que exija la revocación de la Ley de Amnistía y que prosigan las investigaciones that will put the truth in the place was missing.

Apart from that ill-fated Azinhaga Castilian (Portugal), the pathetic Saramago forget that Spain is a rule of law, that Garzón is (by choice: has deliberately avoided rise to the level of resolution criminal jurisdiction, it remained at the instruction can still play the super-heroes. Huelebraguetas, they call in some third-crime novel) judge, and certainly technically dismal V. examine Mr. Saramago the countless romps that has been to make things BAD, BAD, BAD Tinker as a result of the utmost importance that gave out the picture with the camel coat over his shoulders to face partial constipation. This tendency to fudge has a high cost in terms of criminal convictions and economic development. A judge, Don José, is something much more serious. The law is much more serious than kicking loudmouth idiot far left as it is the guarantee of a decent life in order. Y Garzon, V. sepal is an instructor harmful. Although V. much likes to play minesweeper with tombs. Oh, by the way: the healthiest part of English society, mine (not yours: I suspect that what you would like V. is to make a bag in my house and I pegasen a shot in the neck) has no interest in making available to the Communists ancient history and, above all, to make payments for more far-left stalls. Anyway, Garzon could not initiate the proceedings in question under the law The Law Lords, not the claim of some without legal backing.

Casanova, most brazen (remember his appointment to the Commission Garzón), titled his own Jubilee Garzon to investigate crimes (page 31 of The Land of 13/02/2010). Ah, the delights of defense pesebrecillo the commissioner. No, Julian . Baltasar has played a mega-star bargain judge for incompetence, for trying to do what is not entitled to make under the current law. Not dark the last projection of Franco throws us more than thirty years after his official death , as you note. There is deficit of democratic education, as also intend. Look, see: the only truth and the truth is that if the Franco dictatorship had been so, so terrible, you had not thrived at the University strongly Franco :'d be dead with a bullet in the neck or working in an assistant oficinilla administrative. You are a communist as ever, and you were in college, and it seems that I should give many beatings or anything, right?. For now reléete, glorious Tovarich: according to you, must learn of the Second Republic, a regime ... in either case ... deserves a place of honor in the history of twentieth-century English political ... Nothing made the transition to democracy to regain its positive side, the application of its laws, reforms, hopes and dreams, getting in the same bag to the Republic, the war and dictatorship, a tragedy that suited forget. And again no, Julian. The Popular Front government was a dictatorship of the extreme left premised on the assumption that the need to exterminate the bourgeoisie. And now. With the immense stupidity of not knowing where they got (a war doomed to inevitable defeat), and the awkwardness of junipers twofold with Stalinist Russia (the sublime paradise in your eyes, of course). I can think of to justify the big ass Paca (type there ever unworthy, disgusting and brutal ruler, with little bastard comparison) but hate the attempts of those like you aim to teach young people who barely read anything a false story, biased, partial. The democratic solution to the tabula rasa of 1978 seems a possibilistic alternative. Your proposal is not at all better. I do not know what purpose except revenge well paid, have to restart the analysis of all (I hope to reach not only the animals' fascists, but also the brutality of association, the glories of Negrin, Largo Caballero and therefore worthy president of the Republic this cornucopia of honey). I do not know how you have the audacity to claim that all boils at a deficit of democratic education and, following him on the persistence in the distortion of history, having failed to implement public policies to learn memory that past. Unless, of course, that those who enganchéis the bargain under Budget State (and AC) to implement such policies ye not only communists but also people who can talk about your Czech, from your bags, in your burning of convents, of your collusion with the USSR etc., etc.

Iros to gargle, but above all not forget that your buddy, whose name clearly monarchical-magical version even has lost more than his incompetence, his arrogance, his boundless pride, seasoned with a intangibility false belief. When you do judiciaries (I mean the opposition) must know what to do, if adopted, have a job important, serious and discreet, very discreet, and not to go on TV or in the cardiorrevistas every day. If you like this, Garzon should have, I dunno, concubinage tried to run for Obregon or Big Brother or Idol, but I do not know if it gives the profile (I say for his ostensible obesity, clear .) Do not try to be a judge. Will have what they deserve in law. If not, something is wrong.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Cool Baseballgame Wording Invite

HH (Or, perhaps, IHVMM) December

You know Vdes. that HH are the initials of the greeting of some guys who, suffering from some anti-Semitism and swastikas fans, when they get cryptic, write '88 '.

Today, Domus Hansis is HH, but not for that reason, but because it has become Hormone Hell, or, perhaps, IHVMM : Hormonal-Viral Hell Fear Mucho. Acrostático which is one, let him hear.

Eighteen, ages fifteen and twelve are complicated, not only for patients-that 'teen' comes from adolescere , we should not forget, but also and especially for parents. Domus branch Hansis in Benasque, where we spent 80% of last winter and planned to do the same this year, has been presented as an advantageous place immediately after New Year's Eve, to assess the cosmic anger erga omnes UPMM the big boy (fluctuating between fever and pharyngitis hangover, with a final fireworks potada large format mid-dinner with friends), lassitude decadent UPFM tiny (Large 'Sweats me everything' ) and the complicated attitude of my beloved UPFM that it if, given harshly fifteen, poor me. All this topped over the next few days after January 2, with the invasion of a very uncomfortable flu has ended up affecting 100% of the residents. Three Kings Day, to be exact, the parents of UPMM, UPFM and UPFM, which matches that we MBO and I we fight the day in bed. In fact, MBO is 'yes, no'.

meantime, I saw myself walking down the street looking left and right to prevent encounters, then, in my hands a Cuore for my aching Midianite and Mortadelo and Philemon for the poor little girl, not a question of being seen to a similar products with intellectual depth.

Against this family tradition, the end of the year was a disaster, whatever it caps a year pretty grim, so I prefer to think 'chis-pun' over a period bajista y ahora empieza uno alcista. Optimista que es uno, y tal.

Como siempre, múltiples lecturas ( vid infra ), aunque mayormente he dedicado el tiempo libre de que he dispuesto desde nochevieja para, como decía, poner orden en el estudio (léase: tirar a la basura toneladas de puñetitas y enrollar innúmeros cables) y trastear con mis nuevos juguetes. Señaladamente, éste:


Les presento mi nuevo apero, una Fender Telecaster American Standard obsequiada por Sus Majestades de Oriente. Esta noche tiembla Troya en el ensayo.

Sé que soy debitoris recommendations libraries, but it gives me a fatal laziness, not lack of material suggested (and I referred to the shelf full of books yet to sort alphabetically until the comment here), but rather because almost nothing Last I read caused me too much pleasure could, however, speak of two things: firstly, to The darkroom of Damocles , a novel of 1958 due to Willem Frederik HERMANS . I have to work hard to recoder Dutch authors have read: I do a quick 360-degree review of my library and looks very little horizontal tricolor. Nothing, well, at first glance, except Cees Nooteboom. It seems that this gentleman, that I did not know at all, of course, is one of the great writers of the second half of the twentieth century who held (missed in 1995) that nationality. It appears also that Tusquets has decided to disseminate his work in Spain. The novel to which I refer, in short, is a rather strange thing, which concludes with an epilogue consisting of the transcription of a passage from the Philosophical Investigations of Ludwig Wittgenstein, which I think for many of Vdes. be sufficiently significant. From what I was going to read my novels, set in the times of the Occupation and with a moral dilemma, I found an artifact basting with not much skill, without much rhythm, and star flojillo tiresome anecdotes. The characters do not do well and I would say that there are even some inconsistency in the facts of departure and final continuing resolution (to be clear, Dorbeck identified as Jagtman on page 39, and that fact is too significant to not take into consideration in the morass of a thousand pairs of balls that structures a hundred pages ranging from 283 to 383). In short, as I am English and therefore son of the country which caused so much pain to the Dutch Provinces (here come the Duke of Alba and blablabla) is possible that the Dutch culture and I are creditors should each pay both the tithe for compensation. By reading this book I met a couple of hundred shares.

In addition, a collection of stories, a priori a must read for bitelmaníacos, 22 beetles. Beatles Anthology tale Hispanic , but the truth is that the book, promising, does not meet expectations. Input, the antologuista is forced to crack a high-voltage mental straw and twenty-two pages in the form of introduction which expands with excessive pedantry and lack of originality the evolution of poetry in the Fab Four (c'mon: that first pieces were simple and single-issue and the latter more dense and suggestive). The anthology contains stories of eleven English and contributions of a very measured fifty percent of Hispanic Americans very, very Hispanic. The twenty-two stories are of variable quality and accuracy, but among them highlight the great Applesauce , the sensational ESTEBAN Erler Patricia (make yourself as you can with your Open for puppets, if only to enjoy the description of the protagonist omission Ada Neuman and genius in the description of hijoputez The most beautiful dance) and to a lesser extent Rock in the Andes of Fernando IWASAKI (which in any case does not convince me as much as other things the same author, and also has a tinge Brycecheniquiano very intense). The first is bright per se, but also because they respect what I believe should be the starting of such a program anthology: the axis has to turn the story is precisely the purpose of the anthology: the here are those of Liverpool.

Well, dear, that we are in 2010. That happy new year. And before I go to try to eat something light as a soundtrack special edition THE BEATLES of I have brought the Kings, too.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Publix Roast Sub Nutrition








In itself, December is not a bad month, at least during the first half. There is always a stunning bridge at first (I've spent with my little girl, sprained her), he tends to start the ski season (this year, if not change much, it will be water skiing, light snow and soaked by heavy rains average temperatures above freezing), and if the weeks 'fall' Well, lets you organize your work without getting to 31 with his tongue hanging out (The Ministry Magic has issued three days ago a resolution that will force me to break the horns until the end of the year, knowing from now it will be impossible to bring the matter to fruition, with innumerable consequences, all unpleasant).

As is well known in much of the blogosphere, MBO has been five weeks sabbatical in NYC, and returned just two. He wrote a travelogue stunning flips I think every so often to check that there was a dream. I sleep through it: it is quite unlikely to enjoy anything so sensational in my life. "Things are as they are ' that I say on a certain subject ( Mirror: get out our MySpace if they want to hear).



Meanwhile, I walked many days such thirty two pumps to administer the hormone (UPFM and UPFM) and the complementary element 'adult' (UPMM) without much disgrace to the dignity of Domus Hansis. It will be difficult, what the hell, very hard not to dream of the three syllables of the word sixteen. I left the odd day with old friends, I saw a concert and got interest-Michel and I get for being accurate, replacing Javier and Christian, drummer and bassist Modes, defective by reason of other projects. Were replaced, respectively, by Jose (sic : no lack of accent) and Manu, the latter left us hanging last week, and go crazy looking bass. Whereas the new path Modes starts just fifteen months ago, it is certain that three bass players are too. I think the next one among you do sign a pledge on pain of emasculation, or something.

We are about to embark on the second half of December, time of year especially odious to the navitófobos, President of World Association of which I am. Generally odious excess calories, excess of joy plexiglass saturation lunch-and-sisterhood dinners perhaps in any other months I apetecería. I'm looking for a site 'where a strong record sound and can not even speak ' (not mine, is of the late Antonio Vega). Particularly odious, because I'm a pretty tough, but I'm exactly on the verge of collapse. Here is, in confidence. Neither more nor less. In this status, dive into Christmas is strictly worse.

As I am a simple man, in a first approximation should work things out so simple, so I've reviewed some alternative.


This is the first of them: simple, excusable, easy to manage (and I've been testing, by itself, and convinces me in every respect).



However, when I think about it seriously, just look at the blonde and what appears on my window (the picture up there at all) and so I get to think that I have not really any right to protest. Sounds slimy, I know. But, what they want is what you get. Today, in particular, day Dec. 15 (whatever it says the boggerapero ), plus more.


Moreover, although I find myself, and I think I spoke here of The Elegance of the Hedgehog of Muriel BARBERY . Today we went to see The Hedgehog, a film based on the novel, I think I can recommend without giving much more useful (given the risk of spoiler). I will say that the drawings, strange contribution to the novel, by themselves justify the recommendation of this drama, beautiful, attractive and consistent.



And be consistent should talk about books. You know Vdes. in my library, sorted alphabetically with Chinese work, two shelves devoted exclusively to let the books, not yet placed in their proper place, waiting to be discussed in Vladivostok ?. Many books. The only sadness, say, rather, something like nostalgia or even better left that lassitude which, surely, know Vdes .- impossible the task of speaking of some fifty books. so lame to pull two. Interestingly, it was mixed by the ideological context that builds: reader of Bernhard Schlink and dry and moist The of Jonathan LITTELL . The latter was known Vdes. well, no doubt. At first, probably not. That's irrelevant. In this new era of absolute stupidity is not really important. But I must admit that talking about it, that is serious, I require at this time be in a good position. I have no souls (though I will, really: there are many things to talk about there.) In return he was about to give notice to Vdes. Scandinavian writers, and, notably, the others are writers of thrillers / detective, and between us addicts is invariably a topic about recyclable Cocke Hello Company, a commission by Matias Faldbakken a material perfectly homologous with parts of Irvine Welsh backroom but so all-encompassing and 'admissible'. Damn, I mean that the latter manages sex, drugs and rock'n roll in a more bourgeois palatable. O no, what hosts. It may be that it is internalized that an Anglo-Saxon ('brit', Irish) is conceptually a dirty, but it is a Scandinavian (and even more, a Scandinavian) no. No way. And there lies the Tinglao. A pure lawlessness, with a depth charge sociological (Puagh) - psychological (uarghs) - intellectual (Pukin ') a lot of voltage. And deserves, I swear.

Rest. Lean. Hans is confident that, still there. Hugs.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Normal Symptoms Of Quitting Smoking

Esteeeeeee ...



Ok. This time almost goes from dark brown but before the deadline maximum grant me to publish something with 'completeness' I leave that tira del genial Entrialgo ahí. Aunque no sea yo de mucha red social, el escasísimo tiempo que puedo dedicar al cybersolaz en los últimos tiempos se vuelca, más bien, en tareas de perfil bajo (algún comment en algún blog, alguna chorrada en féisbuc, a pesar de mi escasa querencia por éste último).

Ah, bueno: importante es dejar aquí noticia de que MBO se ha ido de periodo sabático (cinco semanas, señores, a partir de hace nueve días) a NYC, y me encuentro al frente de la Nave 'Domus Hansis' , con éxito hasta el momento (crucemos los dedos). Ello comporta ciertas dificultades espacio-temporales innegables, pero creo que podré sacar forward a worthy entry in the not too long. At least I can talk to about thirty or so books, of which not less than 80% are most recommended. And in a Flin , too. For now, I can not say that I went to see Katyn, a film based on facts well known to me, but maybe not for others, it's worth seeing, knowing that another of its drama and its status Polish that is something that always taxed much the way you view the film in particular and the worldview in general, especially when the BSO is Penderecki. All the time. Without any break or fainting. And that hurts, I swear .

Sean Vdes. buenos y no rompan nada. Seguiremos informando.