Thursday
Wednesday
Luis Alberto Agustín Quaranta (1944-2010)

Papi:
Luchaste tu guerra tendido y con la fuerza de mil toros. Gracias por todo lo que me enseñaste. Soy la persona que soy gracias a vos. Viviste como se te cantó el orto, disfrutaste hasta el último suspiro , y nunca jamás bajaste los brazos.
Me llevo tu capacidad de dar amor incondicional, tu tremendo sentido del humor, tu conmovedora sensibilidad, tu rebeldía en contra de lo establecido y del camino fácil, tu capacidad de encontrar el goce en lo más profundo y en lo más frivolo a la vez. Y mucho más que eso, me llevo tu brava lucha, hasta los hijos de mis hijos que serán también los tuyos.
Te amo
hasta el infinito y más alla.
Tu hijo.
Sunday
Wednesday
el esalbón perdido entre cultura y naturaleza.
BANANAS AND MONKEYS
Start with a cage containing five monkeys.
Inside the cage, hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it. Before long, a monkey will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, spray all of the other monkeys with cold water.
After a while, another monkey makes an attempt with the same result - all the other monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon, when another monkey tries to climb the stairs, the other monkeys will try to prevent it.
Now, put away the cold water. Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise and horror, all of the other monkeys attack him.
After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will be assaulted.
Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace it with a new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm! Likewise, replace a third original monkey with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth. Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is attacked.
Most of the monkeys that are beating him have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs or why they are participating in the beating of the newest monkey.
After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless, no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the banana. Why not? Because as far as they know that's the way it's always been done round here.
And that, my friends, is how company policies are made.
Tuesday
Monday
Friday
La dieta del Rey. Una caricia al alma.

The Elvis Diet:
Breakfast (5 pm) - 5,000 calories
six large eggs cooked in butter with extra salt, 1lb of bacon, half a pound of sausages, 12 buttermilk biscuits
Dinner (10p) - 84,000 calories
Two "Fool's Gold" sandwiches [a jar of peanut butter, a jar of strawberry jam, one pound of crisp-fried bacon on a baguette x2]
Supper (4a) - 5,000 calories
5 double-hamburgers and deep-fried peanut butter, mashed banana sandwiches.
Misc. - other snacks as required between meals
Elvis total dietary intake in calories averaged a minimum of 94,000 *per day*. The article highlights that an adult Asian elephant (many tons in weight) has a normal diet of 50,000 calories per day. The article quotes a spokesman for the British Nutrition Foundation as saying, "I do not know how he did it... The Elvis diet would fuel a normal man for a month." The article continues, "Eventually this condition [consuming 94,000 calories worth of food per day] contributed to his death -- caused, as Graceland has it, by a heart attack or, as the coroner describes it in Arena, 'a terminal event on the commode'.
Sunday
el verdadero mundial

terminó el mundial de futbol.
Friday
I confess (III)
Tuesday

Thursday
Friday
Wednesday
Thursday
Saturday
The call of Ktulu*
Wednesday
Quiero hacer dieta
como segunda medida
como tercera
y cuarta
y quinta
como todo
Monday
Saturday
Friday
Thursday
LINEA DE CUATRO

Saturday
Ampliación del campo de batalla (II)*
Ampliación del campo de batalla*
Friday
Thursday
los grillos del litoral
Wednesday
Monday
Saturday
Thursday
Friday
Thursday
De ahora en más, Moyano comerá cerdo todo el día
"Voy a empezar a desayunar lechón", avisó, entre risas, el líder del sindicato de los camioneros al entusiasmarse con las expresiones de la mandataria sobre las bondades de esa carne.
grande compañero Hugo.
http://www.criticadigital.com/index.php?secc=nota&nid=36726
Friday
basta con esa pavada

de decir que izquierda y derecha ya no son categorias actuales ni dan cuenta de la realidad de hoy.
claro que son actuales, pero claro, incompletas.
en esta página intentan -y creo que logran- solucionar la cuestión.
http://www.politicalcompass.org/
también hay un test para ver que es cada uno.
yo soy anarcosindicalista.
Monday
Saturday
Thursday
Sunday
la libelula rutera
Wednesday
Monday
Sunday
Factotum* (45)
-Hank, vamos a cogerles sus apuestas.
-Esos tíos no tienen apenas dinero, todo lo que tienen es la calderilla para el café y el chicle que les dan sus esposas y no tenemos tiempo para andar haciendo el imbécil en las ventanillas de dos dólares.
-No vamos a apostar su dinero, nos lo guardaremos.
-Pero supón que ganan.
-No ganarán. Siempre escogen el caballo equivocado. De algún modo se las arreglan siempre para escoger el caballo equivocado.
-Supón que apuestan a nuestro caballo.
-Entonces sabremos que nos hemos equivocado de caballo.
-Manny, ¿que haces trabajando con repuestos de automóviles?
-Descansando. Mis ambiciones sufren el handicap de la pereza.
Nos bebimos otra cerveza y volvimos al almacén.
*by Charles Bukowski
Saturday
Tuesday
how to be a good writer

by Charles Bukowski
you've got to fuck a great many women
beautiful women
and write a few decent love poems.
and don't worry about age
and/or freshly-arrived talents.
just drink more beer
more and more beer
and attend the racetrack at least once a
week
and win
if possible
learning to win is hard -
any slob can be a good loser.
and don't forget your Brahms
and your Bach and your
beer.
don't overexercise.
sleep until noon.
avoid paying credit cards
or paying for anything on
time.
remember that there isn't a piece of ass
in this world over $50
(in 1977).
and if you have the ability to love
love yourself first
but always be aware of the possibility of
total defeat
whether the reason for that defeat
seems right or wrong -
an early taste of death is not necessarily
a bad thing.
stay out of churches and bars and museums,
and like the spider be
patient -
time is everybody's cross,
plus
exile
defeat
treachery
all that dross.
stay with the beer.
beer is continuous blood.
a continuous lover.
get a large typewriter
and as the footsteps go up and down
outside your window
hit that thing
hit it hard
make it a heavyweight fight
make it the bull when he first charges in
and remember the old dogs
who fought so well:
Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun.
If you think they didn't go crazy
in tiny rooms
just like you're doing now
without women
without food
without hope
then you're not ready.
drink more beer.
there's time.
and if there's not
that's all right
too.
Monday
Hugo Mujica (no se quién es)
Friday
Wednesday
Thursday
-Y con Diego, ¿cuándo hablamos, doctor?
Monday
freckles
The man in me will do nearly any task,
And as for compensation, there's little he would ask.
Take a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.
Storm clouds are raging all around my door,
I think to myself I might not take it any more.
Take a woman like your kind
To find the man in me.
But, oh, what a wonderful feeling
Just to know that you are near,
Sets my a heart a-reeling
From my toes up to my ears.
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Took a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.
Saturday
echoes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
Wednesday
Thursday
pechugas, el ave aristócrata

Monday
Wednesday
Tuesday
Monday
el fútbol nocturno de los lunes
Wednesday
The art of war
林 Quiet as the forest
火 Conquer like the fire
山 Steady as the mountain
Sun Tzu
Thursday
La dicha no es una cosa alegre
(Beilinson - Solari)
Una rumbita se armó
(una fea carajada)
incombustible no sos
(cómo bancás ese infierno?)
soñás la hoguera donde siempre sos la leña
Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad
Estás hundido a fondo
a fondo...
Estás tomando de más
y estás tolerando todo
lastimás tu corazón
por que ella te ha abandonado
Quedaste mordiendo el aire
solo y sin dolor.
Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad?
con tu tortura de TV
siempre así!
La mujercita que amás
(ésa suave flor judoca)
la va de maga zulú
(y combina tus venenos)
haciéndose la ingeniosa, odiosa, siempre fiel.
Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad?
Estás hundido a fondo
a fondo...
Mientras la vida se va
(ay! mientras la vida pasa)
sin darte cuenta, ahí estás
(con tu cara de colgado)
Tu ángel guardián es, de todos
el más tonto que hay.
Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad?
con tu tortura de TV
siempre así!
(Tenés la mejor mano
para sellar tus labios.)
Wednesday
"La prostitución y la cocaína son los ingredientes para tener éxito en la sociedad"
(no es el conejo, es un amigote de Berlusconi...dato que deja a la frase muy cerca de ser un axioma)
(nota completa acá)
Sunday
Saturday
Wednesday
Monday
Bread Kills!
2. Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming households score below average on standardized tests.
3. In the 18th century, when virtually all bread was baked in the home, the average life expectancy was less than 50 years; infant mortality rates were unacceptably high; many women died in childbirth; and diseases such as typhoid, yellow fever, and influenza ravaged whole nations.
4. Every piece of bread you eat brings you nearer to death.
5. Bread is associated with all the major diseases of the body. For example, nearly all sick people have eaten bread. The effects are obviously cumulative:
- 99.9% of all people who die from cancer have eaten bread.
- 100% of all soldiers have eaten bread.
- 96.9% of all Communist sympathizers have eaten bread.
- 99.7% of the people involved in air and auto accidents ate bread within 6 months preceding the accident.
- 93.1% of juvenile delinquents came from homes where bread is served frequently.
7. Bread is made from a substance called "dough." It has been proven that as little as a teaspoon of dough can be used to suffocate a lab rat. The average American eats more bread than that in one day!
8. Primitive tribal societies that have no bread exhibit a low incidence of cancer, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's disease, and osteoporosis.
9. Bread has been proven to be addictive. Subjects deprived of bread and being fed only water begged for bread after as little as two days.
10. Bread is often a "gateway" food item, leading the user to "harder" items such as butter, jelly, peanut butter, and even cold cuts.
11. Bread has been proven to absorb water. Since the human body is more than 90 percent water, it follows that eating bread could lead to your body being taken over by this absorptive food product, turning you into a soggy, gooey bread-pudding person.
12. Newborn babies can choke on bread.
13. Bread is baked at temperatures as high as 400 degrees Fahrenheit! That kind of heat can kill an adult in less than one minute.
14. Most bread eaters are utterly unable to distinguish between significant scientific fact and meaningless statistical babbling.
In light of these frightening statistics, we propose the following bread restrictions:
1. No sale of bread to minors.
2. A nationwide "Just Say No To Toast" campaign, complete celebrity TV spots and bumper stickers.
3. A 300 percent federal tax on all bread to pay for all the societal ills we might associate with bread.
4. No animal or human images, nor any primary colors (which may appeal to children) may be used to promote bread usage.
5. The establishment of "Bread-free" zones around schools.
(http://monster-island.org/tinashumor/humor/breadkills.html)
Saturday
Friday
no será mucho ?
(Rodolfo Walsh, entrevistado por Ricardo Piglia, marzo de 1970.)
El Olé citando a Walsh en una nota sobre la ida de Pastore al Palermo.
http://www.ole.clarin.com/notas/2009/08/28/futbolinternacional/01987537.html
Wednesday
infierno encantador
es como ponerse contento porque el cancer te esta haciendo adelgazar.
creo yo.
Sunday
Jour de fête
Wednesday
Tuesday
Monday
Friday
Tic... Tac efímero
y más que joder me duele, la realidad que este hecho desnuda brutalmente.
http://bit.ly/4zcDZS
Thursday
Wednesday
el problema
de no animarse a ser feliz
es que al final
uno
efectivamente termina
no siendo
digamos
feliz
Monday
Happy mice don't become addicted to morphine

The predominant model of drug addiction views it as a disease: humans and animals will use heroin or cocaine for as long as they are available. When the drugs run out, they will seek a fresh supply; the drugs, not the users, are in control.
These conclusions, repeated frequently by politicians and the media, are based on experiments carried out almost exclusively on animals, usually rats and monkeys, housed in metal cages and experiencing a particularly poor quality of life. What would happen, wondered psychologist Dr Bruce Alexander, then of British Columbia's Simon Fraser University, if these animals were instead provided with a comfortable, stimulating environment?
In 1981, Alexander built a 200sq ft home for lab rats. Rat Park, as it became known, was kept clean and temperate, while the rats were supplied with plenty of food and toys, along with places to dig, rest and mate. Alexander even painted the walls with a soothing natural backdrop of lakes and trees. He then installed two drips, one containing a morphine solution, the other plain water. This was rat heaven: but would happy rats develop morphine habits?
Try as he might, Alexander could not make junkies out of his rats. Even after being force-fed morphine for two months, when given the option, they chose plain water, despite experiencing mild withdrawal symptoms. He laced the morphine with sugar, but still they ignored it. Only when he added Naloxone, an opiate inhibitor, to the sugared morphine water, did they drink it.
Alexander simultaneously monitored rats kept in "normal" lab conditions: they consistently chose the morphine drip over plain water, sometimes consuming 16-20 times more than the Rat Parkers.
Alexander's findings - that deprived rats seek solace in opiates, while contented rats avoid them - dramatically contradict our currently held beliefs about addiction. So, how might society benefit if his results were applied to human addicts? Nobody seemed to care.
Rejected by Science and Nature, Alexander's paper was published in the obscure Pharmacology, Biochemistry and Behavior, where it was summarily ignored.
Two decades later, Rat Park sits empty; addiction remains a disease and the war on drugs continues.
(By Mark Pilkington)
http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2005/jun/02/farout
ANY GIVEN SUNDAY
en ningun momento me dijeron que esto iba a ser asi
Toto Terry says:
no estaba en el folleto esto
WENCHI says:
q cosa no estaba
Toto Terry says:
lo turras que eran las minas
WENCHI says:
si, son muy putas
WENCHI says:
yo he decidido no hacer nada por nadie
Toto Terry says:
ajha
Toto Terry says:
seguis en solteria ?
WENCHI says:
si, y creo q luego de esta decision q tome seguire por un tiempo largo
WENCHI says:
al pedo ponerse con una mina
Toto Terry says:
al pedo mal
Toto Terry says:
te destruyen
Toto Terry says:
es una guerra sin cuartel
WENCHI says:
si
WENCHI says:
me enamore y comparti cosas importantes con personas q hoy no me quieren ver ni hablar
WENCHI says:
entoncers de q sirve
Toto Terry says:
totalmente
Toto Terry says:
coincido
Toto Terry says:
es asi
Toto Terry says:
tal cual lo decis vos
Toto Terry says:
puedo bloguear esa frase tuya ?
WENCHI says:
igual somos an boludos q si nos gusta una mina vamos a caer de nuevo
WENCHI says:
no boludo, no la blogees q es muy berreta
WENCHI says:
muy grasa
Toto Terry says:
voy a bloguear
Toto Terry says:
el intercambio
Toto Terry says:
el hecho que sea grasa y lo sepamos lo hace mejor
WENCHI says:
bueno, aclara q la frase es grasa berreta pero cierta
Toto Terry says:
listo ya lo aclaraste vos
Friday
que lindo seria...
Thursday
vivimos ciegos
Wednesday
Tuesday
Saturday
Friday
Thursday
Art is individualism
There lies its immense value. For what it seeks is to disturb monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.
Oscar Wilde from The Soul of a Man Under Socialism, 1891