between polka and flamenco, a gigantic mural in the building that houses bars 
the group HEM (Hecho En Mexico) set up their stands on the sidewalk 
... Rey Misterio and 
as the bike does not enter the cave pos ... 
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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between polka and flamenco, a gigantic mural in the building that houses bars
the group HEM (Hecho En Mexico) set up their stands on the sidewalk
... Rey Misterio and
as the bike does not enter the cave pos ...
between polka and flamenco, a gigantic mural in the building that houses bars the group HEM (Hecho En Mexico) set up their stands on the sidewalk ... Rey Misterio and as the bike does not enter the cave pos ... 
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say sayonara,
A misunderstanding brought out my old traumas. What a shame. Feeling so independent, so complete, so in tune and in control, and emotional imbalance least I get to whine like as a child. I can only recognize my vulnerability. And justify my starts with hormones because it is easy and comfortable. Although I do not agree that the flashes hormonal nullify the neurological, or walking that menstrual or post-menstrual or ovulatory premensutrual ears to deafen around me my arguments. Everything is so cliche that I am ashamed. For a feminist can not, must not putting baby beating. Be strong. Be independent. Be self-sufficient. Speech. Struggle. March. Screaming. Make it the tenderness, weakness, tenderness, delicacy are signs of weakness. Are concepts to stereotype women, and qualities we have to criticize, repudiate, deny hate-men. Not really. All of us are everything. Strong and weak, clever and stupid, beautiful and horrible, and inhuman sensitive, peace and insurgents. At least we are all able to be everything. So yes: it mourn, as it all (think it depends on the context but only mental context. In other words: worth a shit site).
I mismatch few days, I was immunosuppressed. My body said a radioactive discharge flu. Tremendous fire in the gum. Facial dryness. Loss of voice. Pain, chills. All provoked me (my brain sick) because I had pangs of a professional nature. And I've driven in my life quite clearly just for health: what is harmful I delete it (places, relationships, people). But in the process is sometimes too much wear. And my little body resent it. But I recovered, regained health and the way (I recovered because I lost). Attempt, it really is-better world, and I do it from wherever you are and the resources I own (which are essentially ideological.) I'm probably delusional, as I seek to extend the perimeter of my happiness and my social conscience, without lecturing walk either. The trouble is that I run into much resistance, too much arrogance, much stupidity. Nobody wants to change, nobody wants to work hard. Well, very, very few. The majority (that needs to change) is unable to recognize that has screwed up, he has no idea which is "poison pawn" [as stated in good Silvio ... Another cliché that I'm not ashamed]. That's when I make a withdrawal. No eviction and input. To all I give the benefit of the doubt, I explore, I investigate, analyze it ... up close, very close, very close. And finally: Goodbye debugging mess! I tried to help but you would not . Days of exorcism, painful and beaten, I have left as a newborn. I return to the world, look to the future (with some myopia, I admit to the reality-personal, national, continental and global), I say to the past 'there you see', development projects, and set about chiquer me and let me chique love it (the net, what I dramatize) I always had. 
A misunderstanding brought out my old traumas. What a shame. Feeling so independent, so complete, so in tune and in control, and emotional imbalance least I get to whine like as a child. I can only recognize my vulnerability. And justify my starts with hormones because it is easy and comfortable. Although I do not agree that the flashes hormonal nullify the neurological, or walking that menstrual or post-menstrual or ovulatory premensutrual ears to deafen around me my arguments. Everything is so cliche that I am ashamed. For a feminist can not, must not putting baby beating. Be strong. Be independent. Be self-sufficient. Speech. Struggle. March. Screaming. Make it the tenderness, weakness, tenderness, delicacy are signs of weakness. Are concepts to stereotype women, and qualities we have to criticize, repudiate, deny hate-men. Not really. All of us are everything. Strong and weak, clever and stupid, beautiful and horrible, and inhuman sensitive, peace and insurgents. At least we are all able to be everything. So yes: it mourn, as it all (think it depends on the context but only mental context. In other words: worth a shit site).
I mismatch few days, I was immunosuppressed. My body said a radioactive discharge flu. Tremendous fire in the gum. Facial dryness. Loss of voice. Pain, chills. All provoked me (my brain sick) because I had pangs of a professional nature. And I've driven in my life quite clearly just for health: what is harmful I delete it (places, relationships, people). But in the process is sometimes too much wear. And my little body resent it. But I recovered, regained health and the way (I recovered because I lost). Attempt, it really is-better world, and I do it from wherever you are and the resources I own (which are essentially ideological.) I'm probably delusional, as I seek to extend the perimeter of my happiness and my social conscience, without lecturing walk either. The trouble is that I run into much resistance, too much arrogance, much stupidity. Nobody wants to change, nobody wants to work hard. Well, very, very few. The majority (that needs to change) is unable to recognize that has screwed up, he has no idea which is "poison pawn" [as stated in good Silvio ... Another cliché that I'm not ashamed]. That's when I make a withdrawal. No eviction and input. To all I give the benefit of the doubt, I explore, I investigate, analyze it ... up close, very close, very close. And finally: Goodbye debugging mess! I tried to help but you would not . Days of exorcism, painful and beaten, I have left as a newborn. I return to the world, look to the future (with some myopia, I admit to the reality-personal, national, continental and global), I say to the past 'there you see', development projects, and set about chiquer me and let me chique love it (the net, what I dramatize) I always had.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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crap in the mind of a criminal
On Sunday the authorities had two young (and morra Beat) as responsible for the assault and murder of a man in Tijuana, manager of a transnational company auto. On Monday, the news spread as highlighted by the peculiarity that it was through Facebook that the couple contacted his victim, supposedly to make friends. The news tell the unwary (Hector, now dead) were invited to his home on January 2 and criminals "after living with it for a couple of hours, the menace, robbed and finally suffocated. On January 6, found the body of Hector and captured March 27 to his executioners, who accepted the crime. No note (at least I did not find) tells how Omar and Daphne arrested the murderers. Although some studies indicate that led the authorities to review Hector's Facebook account, where found that he mentioned his "new friends" to see the embrace of new year on January 2, when he died in his bathroom with plastic bags and tape head in hands and feet. But not all notes related to this crime mentioned a fact that I think is important (but not determinative): Omar, 20, was a youth leader in Tijuana PAN District 12. Some notes themselves as linked to the National Action Party, the son of an "active member", without explaining that this is an active member Geronimo, who contend for a local council in 2006 (I did not win). In the same Geronimo's Facebook Omar appears listed as "son" (Son).
I joined the Facebook for Omar to get me, as a researcher-to [upset, sick] psyche. After killing Hector, Omar and Daphne continued their normal life witnessing it on Facebook. Among the interests that mark on his account, the PAN junior has all the narcos (El Chapo, La Barbie, Arellano-Felix, Pablo Escobar, Beltran-Leyva ...) refers to himself as "a bitchen" and flatters you when you say "hose", he confesses that would kill for love stressing "and I did encourage me, and throw questions to his followers as" how are drug dealer? and do you think I use a condom?. Sometimes the sociopath came to torment sharing their cyberfriends "With this click I can not sleep anger, do not know what will happen, I hope everything goes well" (7 February), or "Unable to sleep, I have to learn to control my mind and she loves me not ... "(March 7). Hector's body was found on January 6 and 7 Daphne and Omar had an exchange via Facebook and other disturbing Dafne says "love, come get me, I have fear of being alone," you come for me, I have fear, I am alone. " And Omar can not answer because his dad took the car to buy a Rosca de Reyes, she replied, "Okay, well let me stay here alone and see what happens to me." Perhaps that day in the news, learned of the ghastly discovery made by the authorities that two of them left. Daphne is about 7 years older than Omar, and is believed Congal worked as a stripper. In many exchanges posted on the Facebook wall of Omar's obsession is collecting it for her, and manipulating it to him. Surely the defense go out there, I guess (but a report notes that young people are already confessed murderers.) Even one of the contacts of Omar, after reading this melodramatic strokes for Dafne, says: "I figure you will die one day for a woman or kill you or cut your veins. " For that same energy that was his contact, that destructive impulse, the indicted Omar not to kill but to kill someone else: Hector, a loner who wanted to make friends in Tijuana. Dark this to get into the mind of a criminal.
UPDATE: This post I wrote on Tuesday 29 March. As for Wednesday 30 March, Omar Facebook already had some modifications (he, of course, is the penitentiary, so that someone else made him the favor to edit your account.) It was originally
108 Omar friends, now has 94 (no longer connected to the accounts of immediate family: parents, siblings ...). Among his interests (which contained all the drug dealers) are now seen to PAN (Manuel Clouthier, Vicente Fox, Felipe Calderón, Diego Fernandez de Cevallos, Bravo Mena), as well as the Chicharito athletes, Chuahtémoc Blanco, El Canelo. And, perhaps most important, these statements are no longer embarrassing (which welcomes told hose, where he confesses that kill love, where the bride asks you to go for it because they are afraid of being alone the day after the discovery the body of his victim.) Oh, also took their photos. Now it seems which is the Facebook of a boy anyone, even healthy, very normal. Not a criminal. Expected. 
On Sunday the authorities had two young (and morra Beat) as responsible for the assault and murder of a man in Tijuana, manager of a transnational company auto. On Monday, the news spread as highlighted by the peculiarity that it was through Facebook that the couple contacted his victim, supposedly to make friends. The news tell the unwary (Hector, now dead) were invited to his home on January 2 and criminals "after living with it for a couple of hours, the menace, robbed and finally suffocated. On January 6, found the body of Hector and captured March 27 to his executioners, who accepted the crime. No note (at least I did not find) tells how Omar and Daphne arrested the murderers. Although some studies indicate that led the authorities to review Hector's Facebook account, where found that he mentioned his "new friends" to see the embrace of new year on January 2, when he died in his bathroom with plastic bags and tape head in hands and feet. But not all notes related to this crime mentioned a fact that I think is important (but not determinative): Omar, 20, was a youth leader in Tijuana PAN District 12. Some notes themselves as linked to the National Action Party, the son of an "active member", without explaining that this is an active member Geronimo, who contend for a local council in 2006 (I did not win). In the same Geronimo's Facebook Omar appears listed as "son" (Son). 
I joined the Facebook for Omar to get me, as a researcher-to [upset, sick] psyche. After killing Hector, Omar and Daphne continued their normal life witnessing it on Facebook. Among the interests that mark on his account, the PAN junior has all the narcos (El Chapo, La Barbie, Arellano-Felix, Pablo Escobar, Beltran-Leyva ...) refers to himself as "a bitchen" and flatters you when you say "hose", he confesses that would kill for love stressing "and I did encourage me, and throw questions to his followers as" how are drug dealer? and do you think I use a condom?. Sometimes the sociopath came to torment sharing their cyberfriends "With this click I can not sleep anger, do not know what will happen, I hope everything goes well" (7 February), or "Unable to sleep, I have to learn to control my mind and she loves me not ... "(March 7). Hector's body was found on January 6 and 7 Daphne and Omar had an exchange via Facebook and other disturbing Dafne says "love, come get me, I have fear of being alone," you come for me, I have fear, I am alone. " And Omar can not answer because his dad took the car to buy a Rosca de Reyes, she replied, "Okay, well let me stay here alone and see what happens to me." Perhaps that day in the news, learned of the ghastly discovery made by the authorities that two of them left. Daphne is about 7 years older than Omar, and is believed Congal worked as a stripper. In many exchanges posted on the Facebook wall of Omar's obsession is collecting it for her, and manipulating it to him. Surely the defense go out there, I guess (but a report notes that young people are already confessed murderers.) Even one of the contacts of Omar, after reading this melodramatic strokes for Dafne, says: "I figure you will die one day for a woman or kill you or cut your veins. " For that same energy that was his contact, that destructive impulse, the indicted Omar not to kill but to kill someone else: Hector, a loner who wanted to make friends in Tijuana. Dark this to get into the mind of a criminal. 
UPDATE: This post I wrote on Tuesday 29 March. As for Wednesday 30 March, Omar Facebook already had some modifications (he, of course, is the penitentiary, so that someone else made him the favor to edit your account.) It was originally
108 Omar friends, now has 94 (no longer connected to the accounts of immediate family: parents, siblings ...). Among his interests (which contained all the drug dealers) are now seen to PAN (Manuel Clouthier, Vicente Fox, Felipe Calderón, Diego Fernandez de Cevallos, Bravo Mena), as well as the Chicharito athletes, Chuahtémoc Blanco, El Canelo. And, perhaps most important, these statements are no longer embarrassing (which welcomes told hose, where he confesses that kill love, where the bride asks you to go for it because they are afraid of being alone the day after the discovery the body of his victim.) Oh, also took their photos. Now it seems which is the Facebook of a boy anyone, even healthy, very normal. Not a criminal. Expected.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
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Facts about me that no matter but share by mere Vanida (and too leisure) Telenova
ociosísimos
I read listings of race that is described, mentioning what he has done and what you think. And [as leisure is me] I thought about copying the idea but without expressing my convictions (I think through the texts of this blog is clear what I think of life). So I chose to list only situations I've experienced, hard data.
1. I was born in Ensenada, a beautiful port city of Baja California.
2. My first introduction to alcohol was at 5 years: 8 years my sister and I gave him a bottle down eggnog.
3. I lived 6 years in the Federal District, where I attended kindergarten.
4. The first academic space that met was the Cloister of Sor Juana (in DF), specifically the nursery while my mother was studying there.
5. I am the youngest of five children.
6. I have identical twin sisters.
7. I was in Mexico City in the 1985 earthquake.
8. I'm terrified of flying, still do.
9. I can not swim.
10. Be snorkeling without a lifejacket, I learned four years ago.
11. Do not drive car. I think I forgot to handle. I like to take the bus.
12. I have a scar on my right eye at age 4 fell and hit on the corner of a table while giving a show to my parents.
13. I have no U.S. visa. I've never been the other side because I feel stupid the visa application process. Also I prefer to travel south of my own country. Nothing catches my attention in the U.S. traveler.
14. I've only come once in Mexico, went to Cuba.
15. I've never seen them live a president of the Mexican republic, but I saw Fidel Castro in 2001, back in his island.
16. In high school I broke three fingers (index, middle and ring) of the left hand, and in high school I broke the same finger of the right hand.
17. In all my dating was I who ended the relationship.
18. My first tattoo I did at age 19.
19. I have never voted for the right (ie PAN).
20. I am anatomically complete: I have my appendix and my tonsils.
21. In elementary school dance with my friends organized to present the Monday meeting. We preferred the songs of Gloria Trevi.
22. During college, I went (from Tijuana to Ensenada and vice versa) every weekend Raita with strangers, holding up his thumb in the toll booths on the road.
23. I'm not baptized.
24. On leaving high school I wanted to study social and political sciences, journalism or oceanography.
25. I know and celebrate the time I was conceived.
26. I grew up in my parents' bohemian. I met (and sang) operas, boleros and protest songs before learning to read.
27. The first concert I attended was Eugenia León. We as a family.
28. My hair has been pink, purple, green, blue, yellow, orange, cherry. The first time I dyed my mom was my stylist. And once my face was purple to rinse (myself) the dye; seemed newborn, my sister saved me rubbing with sponges and all kinds of cleaners.
29. I went to the orthodontist for 8 years (from 12 to 19) and today I have "the perfect bite."
30. I already extracted four wisdom teeth.
31. I was lead singer of a rock band for a single trial. Do not call me again. Another group was vocalist and accompanied on stage when they were opening for Control Machete.
32. My hair was short, very short, for nearly a decade. But I let it grow, like my nails.
33. The first novel I read was Aura by Carlos Fuentes and I did not because you asked me at school.
34. I met Janis Joplin on my mom.
35. José Alfredo Jiménez met by my dad.
36. Quiet Riot met by my brothers.
37. Contest for Miss Congeniality in high school. There were six participants (one for each group of 3rd grade). The students voted. I was in third place.
38. I learned to reveal (in dark room and the whole thing) as 13 years in the photography workshop for high school.
39. Barbier.
40. In college profs used some my works (essays, videotaped documentaries, stories) as teaching material for other classes.
41. I made a special examination of supplanting English in high school my best friend (who knew zero English). And we passed.
42. I took my car to his house to a lady that was infarcted. Hence his daughter was taken to hospital and saved his life.
43. I play baseball, I particularly hunks well (one of my sisters taught me.)
44. I was sleepwalking.
45. I paid a dentist to numb my cheek and then put an earring in the area numb.
46. I took a clam sea chocolata Mulege and then ate it.
47. I have witnessed three weddings.
48. I've never taken over a pet.
49. In a month I traveled with my Beat 10 states of the republic.
50. Once I knew walking in skates.
ociosísimos I read listings of race that is described, mentioning what he has done and what you think. And [as leisure is me] I thought about copying the idea but without expressing my convictions (I think through the texts of this blog is clear what I think of life). So I chose to list only situations I've experienced, hard data.
1. I was born in Ensenada, a beautiful port city of Baja California.
2. My first introduction to alcohol was at 5 years: 8 years my sister and I gave him a bottle down eggnog.
3. I lived 6 years in the Federal District, where I attended kindergarten.
4. The first academic space that met was the Cloister of Sor Juana (in DF), specifically the nursery while my mother was studying there.
5. I am the youngest of five children.
6. I have identical twin sisters.
7. I was in Mexico City in the 1985 earthquake.
8. I'm terrified of flying, still do.
9. I can not swim.
10. Be snorkeling without a lifejacket, I learned four years ago.
11. Do not drive car. I think I forgot to handle. I like to take the bus.
12. I have a scar on my right eye at age 4 fell and hit on the corner of a table while giving a show to my parents.
13. I have no U.S. visa. I've never been the other side because I feel stupid the visa application process. Also I prefer to travel south of my own country. Nothing catches my attention in the U.S. traveler.
14. I've only come once in Mexico, went to Cuba.
15. I've never seen them live a president of the Mexican republic, but I saw Fidel Castro in 2001, back in his island.
16. In high school I broke three fingers (index, middle and ring) of the left hand, and in high school I broke the same finger of the right hand.
17. In all my dating was I who ended the relationship.
18. My first tattoo I did at age 19.
19. I have never voted for the right (ie PAN).
20. I am anatomically complete: I have my appendix and my tonsils.
21. In elementary school dance with my friends organized to present the Monday meeting. We preferred the songs of Gloria Trevi.
22. During college, I went (from Tijuana to Ensenada and vice versa) every weekend Raita with strangers, holding up his thumb in the toll booths on the road.
23. I'm not baptized.
24. On leaving high school I wanted to study social and political sciences, journalism or oceanography.
25. I know and celebrate the time I was conceived.
26. I grew up in my parents' bohemian. I met (and sang) operas, boleros and protest songs before learning to read.
27. The first concert I attended was Eugenia León. We as a family.
28. My hair has been pink, purple, green, blue, yellow, orange, cherry. The first time I dyed my mom was my stylist. And once my face was purple to rinse (myself) the dye; seemed newborn, my sister saved me rubbing with sponges and all kinds of cleaners.
29. I went to the orthodontist for 8 years (from 12 to 19) and today I have "the perfect bite."
30. I already extracted four wisdom teeth.
31. I was lead singer of a rock band for a single trial. Do not call me again. Another group was vocalist and accompanied on stage when they were opening for Control Machete.
32. My hair was short, very short, for nearly a decade. But I let it grow, like my nails.
33. The first novel I read was Aura by Carlos Fuentes and I did not because you asked me at school.
34. I met Janis Joplin on my mom.
35. José Alfredo Jiménez met by my dad.
36. Quiet Riot met by my brothers.
37. Contest for Miss Congeniality in high school. There were six participants (one for each group of 3rd grade). The students voted. I was in third place.
38. I learned to reveal (in dark room and the whole thing) as 13 years in the photography workshop for high school.
39. Barbier.
40. In college profs used some my works (essays, videotaped documentaries, stories) as teaching material for other classes.
41. I made a special examination of supplanting English in high school my best friend (who knew zero English). And we passed.
42. I took my car to his house to a lady that was infarcted. Hence his daughter was taken to hospital and saved his life.
43. I play baseball, I particularly hunks well (one of my sisters taught me.)
44. I was sleepwalking.
45. I paid a dentist to numb my cheek and then put an earring in the area numb.
46. I took a clam sea chocolata Mulege and then ate it.
47. I have witnessed three weddings.
48. I've never taken over a pet.
49. In a month I traveled with my Beat 10 states of the republic.
50. Once I knew walking in skates.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
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Yes, is a dickhead on Alonso Lujambio that (Secretary of Education in Mexico) that the telenovelas to educate. Well, he referred something like that can be a vehicle for education (I do not care) and I see that statement (and a impudence) some truth. Whatever he has said has to do with crowd control and in this country, and television are powerful monsters like indoctrination strategies. The Lujambio is a dickhead, I repeat, and that comment did not praise the telenovelas but insulted those who consume them. I heard a radio program here in Tijuana gallery, the kind where many old people called to complain about whatever the topic of the moment (the real network, but radio waves instead of tweets), Donna said that "if telenovelas educated, Mexico would be a very religious country. " No, ma'am, in fact, if Mexico is uneducated is because (among others-many others-reasons) that much of society has brought in front of the television, Televisa and TV Azteca. Educate Mexican soap operas to discriminate, to be agachonas, for hysteria, for machismo, misogyny, homophobia, violence, manipulation. Promotes these values \u200b\u200bthrough the stories and characters.
women in soap operas good is submissive, pure, religious (Guadalupe, to be exact), has the sole goal in life being a mother and wife, is raped, a victim, you asshole, manipulable, and [clear] is beautiful, feminine, dignified, decent (and all that is awarded at the end with a wedding). gallant man (because this role, unlike the role of women does not arise based on their goodness but if a stud), is powerful, wealthy, usually a jerk heir to a fortune-and It is besieged by all the women around him, by good and bad but, before falling to women good to become their hero giving a child-is promiscuous, justifying this with the women he was involved were a harpy who seduced [and he is soooo naive ... well the good forgive everything and they should experience no? 'Ombre! have needs]. The villain is the most macho caveman can exist (it is a sex offender and murderer) and the villain is a Fox plane that obsession comes to crimes of all kinds (steal babies to catch the gallant , usurping identities, threats, extortion, kidnapping, murder). Both lie all the time to accomplish their crimes and are punished with imprisonment but with death (because there is no better justice to the divine). Are, on the other hand, the secondary characters: the Indians and blacks who do work of servitude and nannies, the unattractive porters that make the neighborhood or drivers and market traders, the chubby friend and confidante, the neighbor who has to be gossipy, comrade of the hero who encourages the whoring, and the daddy [because at some point must go to the church to cleanse their conscience] who knows the suffering of good and the evils of bad .
Then we have with this scheme many lessons: to be good and women should be respected [in addition to heterosexuals, of course] idiots and we should allow all kinds of abuses, we have also that if one is sexual [or eroticized] is hopelessly villain, sterile, and quitamaridos die for their sins (burn in hell) than men without money are not worth can expect to be loved, that all the guys succumb to infidelity, that if one is ugly and poor can not aspire to a dignified life that justice must not require or education is a necessity and that the only crime of the villains is the ambition because they might withdraw from the evil half of the plot, when [after raping, assaulting, robbing, killing with impunity for decades] still no one suspected them, when no one catches them when they are the most successful and envied characters achieve their goals, when they have faithful allies.
And no, I do not see telenovelas, even Mexican tune channels (except for some news to keep abreast of new lies crowded), I do not need any of these outrages mainline to understand the contents: a single chapter, a single scene, everything is clear (that the named "tele- no-see "was right). So Lujambio is a cynic, because that soap operas do applaud the work that Hispanophile retrograde right-wing conservative [like him, like the PAN, as the oligarchs] have been promoted in Mexico for purposes of subjugation, to continue the ignorance and thus the enrichment, violence, fear, discrimination, fraud. Everything in my face of all, because they are vulgar and stuck. 
Yes, is a dickhead on Alonso Lujambio that (Secretary of Education in Mexico) that the telenovelas to educate. Well, he referred something like that can be a vehicle for education (I do not care) and I see that statement (and a impudence) some truth. Whatever he has said has to do with crowd control and in this country, and television are powerful monsters like indoctrination strategies. The Lujambio is a dickhead, I repeat, and that comment did not praise the telenovelas but insulted those who consume them. I heard a radio program here in Tijuana gallery, the kind where many old people called to complain about whatever the topic of the moment (the real network, but radio waves instead of tweets), Donna said that "if telenovelas educated, Mexico would be a very religious country. " No, ma'am, in fact, if Mexico is uneducated is because (among others-many others-reasons) that much of society has brought in front of the television, Televisa and TV Azteca. Educate Mexican soap operas to discriminate, to be agachonas, for hysteria, for machismo, misogyny, homophobia, violence, manipulation. Promotes these values \u200b\u200bthrough the stories and characters.
women in soap operas good is submissive, pure, religious (Guadalupe, to be exact), has the sole goal in life being a mother and wife, is raped, a victim, you asshole, manipulable, and [clear] is beautiful, feminine, dignified, decent (and all that is awarded at the end with a wedding). gallant man (because this role, unlike the role of women does not arise based on their goodness but if a stud), is powerful, wealthy, usually a jerk heir to a fortune-and It is besieged by all the women around him, by good and bad but, before falling to women good to become their hero giving a child-is promiscuous, justifying this with the women he was involved were a harpy who seduced [and he is soooo naive ... well the good forgive everything and they should experience no? 'Ombre! have needs]. The villain is the most macho caveman can exist (it is a sex offender and murderer) and the villain is a Fox plane that obsession comes to crimes of all kinds (steal babies to catch the gallant , usurping identities, threats, extortion, kidnapping, murder). Both lie all the time to accomplish their crimes and are punished with imprisonment but with death (because there is no better justice to the divine). Are, on the other hand, the secondary characters: the Indians and blacks who do work of servitude and nannies, the unattractive porters that make the neighborhood or drivers and market traders, the chubby friend and confidante, the neighbor who has to be gossipy, comrade of the hero who encourages the whoring, and the daddy [because at some point must go to the church to cleanse their conscience] who knows the suffering of good and the evils of bad .
Then we have with this scheme many lessons: to be good and women should be respected [in addition to heterosexuals, of course] idiots and we should allow all kinds of abuses, we have also that if one is sexual [or eroticized] is hopelessly villain, sterile, and quitamaridos die for their sins (burn in hell) than men without money are not worth can expect to be loved, that all the guys succumb to infidelity, that if one is ugly and poor can not aspire to a dignified life that justice must not require or education is a necessity and that the only crime of the villains is the ambition because they might withdraw from the evil half of the plot, when [after raping, assaulting, robbing, killing with impunity for decades] still no one suspected them, when no one catches them when they are the most successful and envied characters achieve their goals, when they have faithful allies.
And no, I do not see telenovelas, even Mexican tune channels (except for some news to keep abreast of new lies crowded), I do not need any of these outrages mainline to understand the contents: a single chapter, a single scene, everything is clear (that the named "tele- no-see "was right). So Lujambio is a cynic, because that soap operas do applaud the work that Hispanophile retrograde right-wing conservative [like him, like the PAN, as the oligarchs] have been promoted in Mexico for purposes of subjugation, to continue the ignorance and thus the enrichment, violence, fear, discrimination, fraud. Everything in my face of all, because they are vulgar and stuck.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The Blue Buffalo Company
options
three newspapers in Tijuana: Border , El Mexicano and El Sol de Tijuana , but I call them silly , Mafiacano and The Sun of Your Aunt it outright. .. 
three newspapers in Tijuana: Border , El Mexicano and El Sol de Tijuana , but I call them silly , Mafiacano and The Sun of Your Aunt it outright. ..
Monday, March 14, 2011
When Can A Baby Eat Baby Mum Mums
my twenty-peso bill
I do not see ( consumption would be the word) I am exempt Mexican television ( fought, it would be correct) commercials (infamous, insufferable, grievous commercial). And therefore I am outside as much campaign walk harassed heads of viewers. Then I can assume that when I please buy some snack is because I got the munchies or nostalgia or entertainment or anxiety and not necessarily because the commercials (infamous, intolerable, painful), I will walk paving. Total yesterday Sabritas I feel are some of the yellow cake to accompany the ham that was to refine. Beat me down the car to buy, I was far away two copies of potatoes (the lemon and salt only) and pointed out what he wanted. Already in front of my house and my cake, I saw a strip of plastic packaging announced a surprise awaited me, and I knew it would be juguetillos character or a holy child of the moment, so I kept swallowing my parents. After blanching, I saw the bottom of the bag a small package, opened it and inside I found something folded into the shape of a tiny rectangle. I took it out, what was unfolding and when I saw what it was an honest WhatTheFuck cried?! That surprise was ( is yet because I have not spent) a ticket for 20 pesos (equivalent to almost two dollars gringos). I did not believe possible, in fact or thought the ticket was real, that they are now plastic and not as one recognizes them.
My admiration (my astonishment, my astonishment) still is not diluted, that the bill of 20 pesos puzzles me greatly. It is a ticket Nuevitas Unknown years old, probably left the factory where they make notes (is there such a thing?) directly to the bag of chips. With such a (bizarre, bizarrísimo) "prize" say I won 13 pesos, for the mentioned potatoes cost 7. But I really wonder where does the money go? "Winning will leave many bags? What are other names "given away" tickets? Will there be surprises of one hundred dollars, two hundred, five hundred? Do you also will change? Agree "to rob a grocery store and steal only the potatoes? Does this violate any law promotion? Pendepublicista what do you think of that? Does it happen in other countries? Is there background?
is one thing that disturbs me in vulgar, coarse, clear, thanks to this nonsense (and my leisure) and I am twenty dollars less poor, but I think an advertising strategy very cruel, especially in this country and in these times, say, with the crisis, unemployment, hunger and, consequently, to distinguish mental weakness tricks, manipulations docile minds. I can just "buy and earn cash" because the semantics and ignore it conjugates them as "could win" involving a "could not win." I know of exchanges for products or movie tickets or nonsense like that, but the prize is net money I'd never seen. I do not promote the purchase of these products, ultimately, in principle desprincipio health and because I doubt there are lots of potatoes so lucky (the cosmos and I have a deal, but I do not think winning twenty dollars for a silly way.) Better promote the recycling of all we consume canned Cheves, which for those that do not survive is almost-almost free money (last week we took to the recycling cans half a year and gave us 105 pesos. Clarify: not recycle by ecology "I'm not a snob," my environmental conscience gives me by saving water. There then share some techniques).
I kept the ticket. 'Pray did say over here Benito. 
I do not see ( consumption would be the word) I am exempt Mexican television ( fought, it would be correct) commercials (infamous, insufferable, grievous commercial). And therefore I am outside as much campaign walk harassed heads of viewers. Then I can assume that when I please buy some snack is because I got the munchies or nostalgia or entertainment or anxiety and not necessarily because the commercials (infamous, intolerable, painful), I will walk paving. Total yesterday Sabritas I feel are some of the yellow cake to accompany the ham that was to refine. Beat me down the car to buy, I was far away two copies of potatoes (the lemon and salt only) and pointed out what he wanted. Already in front of my house and my cake, I saw a strip of plastic packaging announced a surprise awaited me, and I knew it would be juguetillos character or a holy child of the moment, so I kept swallowing my parents. After blanching, I saw the bottom of the bag a small package, opened it and inside I found something folded into the shape of a tiny rectangle. I took it out, what was unfolding and when I saw what it was an honest WhatTheFuck cried?! That surprise was ( is yet because I have not spent) a ticket for 20 pesos (equivalent to almost two dollars gringos). I did not believe possible, in fact or thought the ticket was real, that they are now plastic and not as one recognizes them.
My admiration (my astonishment, my astonishment) still is not diluted, that the bill of 20 pesos puzzles me greatly. It is a ticket Nuevitas Unknown years old, probably left the factory where they make notes (is there such a thing?) directly to the bag of chips. With such a (bizarre, bizarrísimo) "prize" say I won 13 pesos, for the mentioned potatoes cost 7. But I really wonder where does the money go? "Winning will leave many bags? What are other names "given away" tickets? Will there be surprises of one hundred dollars, two hundred, five hundred? Do you also will change? Agree "to rob a grocery store and steal only the potatoes? Does this violate any law promotion? Pendepublicista what do you think of that? Does it happen in other countries? Is there background?
is one thing that disturbs me in vulgar, coarse, clear, thanks to this nonsense (and my leisure) and I am twenty dollars less poor, but I think an advertising strategy very cruel, especially in this country and in these times, say, with the crisis, unemployment, hunger and, consequently, to distinguish mental weakness tricks, manipulations docile minds. I can just "buy and earn cash" because the semantics and ignore it conjugates them as "could win" involving a "could not win." I know of exchanges for products or movie tickets or nonsense like that, but the prize is net money I'd never seen. I do not promote the purchase of these products, ultimately, in principle desprincipio health and because I doubt there are lots of potatoes so lucky (the cosmos and I have a deal, but I do not think winning twenty dollars for a silly way.) Better promote the recycling of all we consume canned Cheves, which for those that do not survive is almost-almost free money (last week we took to the recycling cans half a year and gave us 105 pesos. Clarify: not recycle by ecology "I'm not a snob," my environmental conscience gives me by saving water. There then share some techniques).
I kept the ticket. 'Pray did say over here Benito.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
web 
Does Menstrating Make Your Boobs Bigger
web spider and? Not Just
[1] net Oscar nominated films I saw only Inception and Rapunzel.
[2] I like March. I was born in dicimebre. GIVE YOUR accounts: I'm spring.
[3] talking about Los Tucanes de Tijuana, Monica Garza said the three animals rola My refers to a parrot, a rooster and a goat!
[4] gave us two for one and he said uta, and neither wanted .
[5] "All citizens are treated like criminals and criminals rule this country" Fernandez Noronha.
[6] the words today, yesterday , morning and involve the concept day, so I go around saying today is redundant. just say today / yesterday / morning.
[7] smalltalk for small people.
[8] put him to not learn as fast, but experience in putiza.
[9] is sad to say that something is sad.
[10] "The opposite of crazy is cabedal ?
[11] there are singers (read Arjona) that there should be: do not contribute, are not transcendent, not cause and even plagiarized.
[12] he believes that art will save the world. and convinced me.
[13] discovered that I can cook and I discovered that there is something in my kitchen Sicilian.
[14] a dream redundant: weak legs.
[15] believe in sensory memory: in a dream my body remembers past pain, as this suture 8 stitches in my right eye, that of the 3 years.
[16] your friend is nice and stupid.
[17] "look at her, so pretty and go delinquent," ie, is only the ugly can be criminals? An ugly "does not call into question their bad decisions? "The pretty ugly than lose more if they opt for the crime? Do you mind the fate of a criminal only if it is beautiful?
[18]
- the son came out wrong.
- how it came out bad? otherwise you are avocados.
[19] "I do not hate society, simply do not want to be part of it"
[20] how nice is to Have a point of view ♫ 
[1] net Oscar nominated films I saw only Inception and Rapunzel.
[2] I like March. I was born in dicimebre. GIVE YOUR accounts: I'm spring.
[3] talking about Los Tucanes de Tijuana, Monica Garza said the three animals rola My refers to a parrot, a rooster and a goat!
[4] gave us two for one and he said uta, and neither wanted .
[5] "All citizens are treated like criminals and criminals rule this country" Fernandez Noronha.
[6] the words today, yesterday , morning and involve the concept day, so I go around saying today is redundant. just say today / yesterday / morning.
[7] smalltalk for small people.
[8] put him to not learn as fast, but experience in putiza.
[9] is sad to say that something is sad.
[10] "The opposite of crazy is cabedal ?
[11] there are singers (read Arjona) that there should be: do not contribute, are not transcendent, not cause and even plagiarized.
[12] he believes that art will save the world. and convinced me.
[13] discovered that I can cook and I discovered that there is something in my kitchen Sicilian.
[14] a dream redundant: weak legs.
[15] believe in sensory memory: in a dream my body remembers past pain, as this suture 8 stitches in my right eye, that of the 3 years.
[16] your friend is nice and stupid.
[17] "look at her, so pretty and go delinquent," ie, is only the ugly can be criminals? An ugly "does not call into question their bad decisions? "The pretty ugly than lose more if they opt for the crime? Do you mind the fate of a criminal only if it is beautiful?
[18]
- the son came out wrong.
- how it came out bad? otherwise you are avocados.
[19] "I do not hate society, simply do not want to be part of it"
[20] how nice is to Have a point of view ♫
How Do You Keep Angora Sweaters From Shedding ?
Tijuana Makes this life I am happy ... MOST of the times
bumpy yesterday / today, of those days you do not know when to change, when finished. First pull in Colonia Esperanza, which is so hidden (to me), so far from everything (from my perspective), that the dynamics of some people seemed far from the border. They interviewed children painters who paint the future and asked them what they wanted to become, uy, artists, doctors, veterinarians, architects, pilots, fashion designers, singers, dancers ... Before I consider your answers can they? Will they succeed? Do leave their families? Do we have the resources? "Want the same thing when they become adults? What would I be? I also think it could (should) follow-up. Yesterday nearby, in the colony adjoining a hill collapsed and buried a wooden house where they were three children (9, 7 and 1 year) with her mom. Four died. The father, who was at work when the tragedy occurred, was in crisis. I took pictures of a mural made by elementary school children to go.
It took so much (so very much) to leave the colony. It was time for trafical: we saw a few meters from the traffic light to change three times without being able to move even an inch. Since no one respects the lights to those hours Boulevard trucks blocked the access of our street. Bastards. At last we crossed the street and headed for the premise Popotla every Friday (every day, whenever it occurs and we have money), eat, drink, enjoy. A ceviche tostada, please, do me a cup thrown into a clam and white chocolate? well, with pure lemon, no, I like Clamato pa 'the raw' orita with pure lemon, yes, one leg of a mule, big, do you crabs? two to the butter, ah! and a kilo of fried fish ... come with complimentary toast? it comes, also commissioned a loggerhead, cold, do you pass the sauce Huichol? wow, that of mortar pa 'heels is perfect . There salute to Gallo who had a harem of beautiful raw Michoacán.
Three hours later, let's go to the house to fix it, we dressed for the Nortec. I wore a skirt, short, circular, acinturada, black, shiny, turquoise blouse, too shiny, black tights, Dr. Martens twenty dimples Necklace Mardi Gras, and vivid red lips (kissable). We arrived early for accreditation for leave to consolidate the bunker before the concert. The company said entry wristbands give an hour later, but I insisted and was lovely, until I said "I like you "(well, in English). Then we walked six blocks, we entered the bunker and follow the tomadera started in Popotla, fragrant. Crowded place, smoky, intense. A fight with his Beat morra while we we witnessed the drama almost shoulder to shoulder with them. The woman shouted "you're opening me, go to spar, I have not done anything!". And he repeated the formula, mostly to the track where he asked to leave. Served low mellow type approaches. She made the withdrawal, he followed her. Hours passed and all increasingly drunk. Arrejuntarse thrusts us to the bar, next to another couple and another drama. What arguments are old! The female claimed "you have to be thus and so, nobody likes to be humiliated" and poor recontrargumentaba namásquieropistear faced with a low voice "now, calm down."
was time to venture into the bathroom and had no napkins. Among the crowd my way and when he was about to reach my destination and rebasome empujome a chick, getting unibaño before me to the place. Before you close the door I could see he had paper, looked at me of "I won" and looked as if to say "bitch." Came out, I went in, and grab when he was only roll around, that is: nothing. Bitch. As we were leaving, saluted Wilberth, Marco, Dalia, Tania, Manuel and had time to say Sallu, talk about digital journalism, differ on the ability of citizens to be armed rising crime and propose issues of magazines.
and emerge at the surface to walk the six blocks back to verify that the concert would begin at midnight and redirects the People, Baruch front of where would the concert. That other processes: the manager, giant, took a drunkard drinks that you were stealing the karaoke singers. A loggerhead and new direction to the Nortec. The place was hastalamadre but could be circular, at least from the bar to bathroom. As the doors opened four hours before the race and was on the verge of derangement and shouted "fuuuckers" in demanding the start of the show. Something that worked: the Ramón and Pepe took the stage, ran to take pictures and started the party, although it continued for many more, rose. Batteries year limited my photography, and also my view Chev.
Going back to my place, two rolitos later, I found a companion with whom I danced embraced turning around as I poured the beer into your hair and back. Occupational hazard, the party perks, perquisite of happiness and carefree. Then I met again my dude, who danced. Welcome to many many friends, many celebrities, writers, musicians, producers, archivists, bullfighters, singers. And we dance and jump and play and offer and we joked and laughed. At the end I went with the bath console to ask the list of bands they would give me imagining the classic handwritten sheet. Nel because: I said "here" to teach me the iPad. Did I can take a photo? Yes, go ahead.
The concert last straw but we kept enfiestados. Let's Eat Something. Again, the six blocks on the way to the fried food. By enguapecidos Revu and sway enguapecidas seeking party. Maybe you looked all the same. Back from the First and Constitution was the small stall away from the fried, so ... go to tacos. I refined a slice of roast and met Genaro locoto mad that he said to me "you have good vibes, you'll do well in life, just stop being so calculating." Replied "I hear you, I'm receptive." I hit it, invited us to his party, said "thanks, no." It was 3:30 am. Saying goodbye pidiome agarrome hands and make the case "do not be so calculating." And I'm the opposite! Listen "lend me the key to the bathroom? asked the cashier is a little autistic. Negative, there is no key. Following my bladder I went to the only nightclub that saw open: Hawaii, where gay pride is reason to not feel so proud. Small bar, also hastalamadre. It took me through the crowd to the rhythm of Celia Cruz and concluded that, in fact, life is a carnival, Tijuana, at that hour, for those dollars. Home sweet home at 4 and sliver. Today, neither my legs hurt. 
bumpy yesterday / today, of those days you do not know when to change, when finished. First pull in Colonia Esperanza, which is so hidden (to me), so far from everything (from my perspective), that the dynamics of some people seemed far from the border. They interviewed children painters who paint the future and asked them what they wanted to become, uy, artists, doctors, veterinarians, architects, pilots, fashion designers, singers, dancers ... Before I consider your answers can they? Will they succeed? Do leave their families? Do we have the resources? "Want the same thing when they become adults? What would I be? I also think it could (should) follow-up. Yesterday nearby, in the colony adjoining a hill collapsed and buried a wooden house where they were three children (9, 7 and 1 year) with her mom. Four died. The father, who was at work when the tragedy occurred, was in crisis. I took pictures of a mural made by elementary school children to go.
It took so much (so very much) to leave the colony. It was time for trafical: we saw a few meters from the traffic light to change three times without being able to move even an inch. Since no one respects the lights to those hours Boulevard trucks blocked the access of our street. Bastards. At last we crossed the street and headed for the premise Popotla every Friday (every day, whenever it occurs and we have money), eat, drink, enjoy. A ceviche tostada, please, do me a cup thrown into a clam and white chocolate? well, with pure lemon, no, I like Clamato pa 'the raw' orita with pure lemon, yes, one leg of a mule, big, do you crabs? two to the butter, ah! and a kilo of fried fish ... come with complimentary toast? it comes, also commissioned a loggerhead, cold, do you pass the sauce Huichol? wow, that of mortar pa 'heels is perfect . There salute to Gallo who had a harem of beautiful raw Michoacán.
Three hours later, let's go to the house to fix it, we dressed for the Nortec. I wore a skirt, short, circular, acinturada, black, shiny, turquoise blouse, too shiny, black tights, Dr. Martens twenty dimples Necklace Mardi Gras, and vivid red lips (kissable). We arrived early for accreditation for leave to consolidate the bunker before the concert. The company said entry wristbands give an hour later, but I insisted and was lovely, until I said "I like you "(well, in English). Then we walked six blocks, we entered the bunker and follow the tomadera started in Popotla, fragrant. Crowded place, smoky, intense. A fight with his Beat morra while we we witnessed the drama almost shoulder to shoulder with them. The woman shouted "you're opening me, go to spar, I have not done anything!". And he repeated the formula, mostly to the track where he asked to leave. Served low mellow type approaches. She made the withdrawal, he followed her. Hours passed and all increasingly drunk. Arrejuntarse thrusts us to the bar, next to another couple and another drama. What arguments are old! The female claimed "you have to be thus and so, nobody likes to be humiliated" and poor recontrargumentaba namásquieropistear faced with a low voice "now, calm down."
was time to venture into the bathroom and had no napkins. Among the crowd my way and when he was about to reach my destination and rebasome empujome a chick, getting unibaño before me to the place. Before you close the door I could see he had paper, looked at me of "I won" and looked as if to say "bitch." Came out, I went in, and grab when he was only roll around, that is: nothing. Bitch. As we were leaving, saluted Wilberth, Marco, Dalia, Tania, Manuel and had time to say Sallu, talk about digital journalism, differ on the ability of citizens to be armed rising crime and propose issues of magazines.
and emerge at the surface to walk the six blocks back to verify that the concert would begin at midnight and redirects the People, Baruch front of where would the concert. That other processes: the manager, giant, took a drunkard drinks that you were stealing the karaoke singers. A loggerhead and new direction to the Nortec. The place was hastalamadre but could be circular, at least from the bar to bathroom. As the doors opened four hours before the race and was on the verge of derangement and shouted "fuuuckers" in demanding the start of the show. Something that worked: the Ramón and Pepe took the stage, ran to take pictures and started the party, although it continued for many more, rose. Batteries year limited my photography, and also my view Chev.
Going back to my place, two rolitos later, I found a companion with whom I danced embraced turning around as I poured the beer into your hair and back. Occupational hazard, the party perks, perquisite of happiness and carefree. Then I met again my dude, who danced. Welcome to many many friends, many celebrities, writers, musicians, producers, archivists, bullfighters, singers. And we dance and jump and play and offer and we joked and laughed. At the end I went with the bath console to ask the list of bands they would give me imagining the classic handwritten sheet. Nel because: I said "here" to teach me the iPad. Did I can take a photo? Yes, go ahead.
The concert last straw but we kept enfiestados. Let's Eat Something. Again, the six blocks on the way to the fried food. By enguapecidos Revu and sway enguapecidas seeking party. Maybe you looked all the same. Back from the First and Constitution was the small stall away from the fried, so ... go to tacos. I refined a slice of roast and met Genaro locoto mad that he said to me "you have good vibes, you'll do well in life, just stop being so calculating." Replied "I hear you, I'm receptive." I hit it, invited us to his party, said "thanks, no." It was 3:30 am. Saying goodbye pidiome agarrome hands and make the case "do not be so calculating." And I'm the opposite! Listen "lend me the key to the bathroom? asked the cashier is a little autistic. Negative, there is no key. Following my bladder I went to the only nightclub that saw open: Hawaii, where gay pride is reason to not feel so proud. Small bar, also hastalamadre. It took me through the crowd to the rhythm of Celia Cruz and concluded that, in fact, life is a carnival, Tijuana, at that hour, for those dollars. Home sweet home at 4 and sliver. Today, neither my legs hurt.
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