Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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I've spent many years watching and listening to criticism, opinions. At one point in my life I had the courage to leave to join criticism of games and take action. The fifth decade of my life and a host of circumstances did leave the engine was always there, waiting for a court servant giving them out beyond gestures or statements of intent.

Since my son's school I was involved in this work Rarita, so foreign to the English as volunteering. A delicate ground, half ciudano quicksand.

Volunteering is a group of people, diverse, with very different motivations and objectives apparently disparate share a work and selfless dedication. All or most of them spent a lot of time, money, from both an objective to create fair, honest. Simple: the effort is worthwhile.

Who has not dreamed of saving the world? "No one wants to solve an injustice? there is a point of vulgarity and heroism in some assume these duties freely.

Who has time and desire to have a huge range to choose from. The current outlook is bleak and there is something for everyone: grandparents without family neighborhoods, children with special needs, animals, organizations, material recycling, social consciousness, painting ... there for everyone. Some people march to the antipodes, but there is much to do in the neighborhood, two blocks from home.

Our country, Latin, Mediterranean, individualistic, do not see with good eyes volunteer work. I started school in the world, the association of parents of school (AMPA) of my son as a secretary (a big, mine are the pools with little water and not knowing how to swim). From my beginnings in this world have had to endure all kinds of commentaries, in the school needs of parents who do not know how to educate their own children, demand responses and benefits the rest of society, people who come to me asking how much was paid by my place in the AMPA (and no one asked us or the president or to me the amount of phone bills which we both pay out of pocket, because the AMPA never paid us a sad or can of beer, I can vouch for this) . Constant attacks, poor, no evaluation of work that few offered the rest of the community (data: the annual ordinary general assembly, are barely 20 parents of a school population of 800 children, approximately). Dealing with
human
tired me greatly although I know that we are a fascinating species. I think I have great patience and despite my ups and downs with regard to the human race, I try to observe and understand. Beyond this issue came up in my life one that had long been dormant, my irrational affection for nonhuman animals, something that sinks into the roots of my childhood, which has always been there, fascinated by nature, green, no talking , the wild.

is a pity that the many problems that our society has, at all levels, people do not decide to offer a little bit of your time to assist in any of these causes "lost?". Unpaid work looks bad in our culture, is suspect, is subversive, "not normal" ... is even immoral. I have come to mean in the face after they returned from their vacation. Navel-gazing is more socially accepted that offer hours of our lives for nothing, for nothing more than personal satisfaction involved.

In other countries, citizens have a greater sense of solidarity. It is natural for them to spend a few hours a week at various supportive tasks. There is always something that involved slope.

need a change of perception on these issues. We are in a society where life is good, many of us have the basics for survival, shelter, food, hot water, education and even a pool for recreation and a few quirks. Sometimes, the time of a cinema on Saturday evening, dinner money can be a valuable contribution to make others with less fortune for the welfare state fails to attend. Many of those who justify their lack of commitment have no excuse, which does not have is a thirst. It's also OK

: volunteering is a volunteer, a nice word that implies intent, desire to do something without expecting any remuneration.

volunteers because we want, it is clear and beyond dispute. What is outrageous is that question over to a mass of people outside the mainstream public anything against the tide and put their time, money, "a lost cause."

time ago I was leaving the association gradually my son to get into another sphere of action, less socially acceptable, more complex issues: the protection of the animal. For several years volunteering in associations, groups of people struggling to assume a level of consciousness respectful treatment of animals in general and some in particular.

highlight one of my weaknesses, which is the area where I spend my spare time: cats abandoned in the cities.

In this field I have met incredibly good and genuine people with mental illness (in the worst sense) looks at this strange task.

The photos are two cats: Klaus a mediosiamés that humans can not just be liked and Pepa, a mixture of Siamese cat with long hair that some compañaeras rescued from demolition in the district of Clot in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bshe and her 5 beautiful puppies. Klaus

now lives in a farmhouse in a town near Barcelona, \u200b\u200bin semi-freedom, with care and guaranteed supply. Pepa was adopted and now lives in Germany. Of the 5 puppies, one died of pneumonia and the rest were taken, mostly in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bsome of them went to Germany for adoption.

The work never ends ... and we must save the world, there is no boredom and laziness to fix both.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Best Way To Cook Eye Of Round In Crock Pot

brown comment: NUDE BRONZE

One of the many peculiarities of NUDE BRONZE Teatro La Llorona, Sunday 19 hours is contained in the following dialogue:

Martin: See? Blurred. Maricel

: No clouded! It is a cloud, will happen soon!

(Maricel out annoying ...)

taken out of context, reading this little counterpoint may suggest that the character of Maricel puddle jumped out left with any anger or maybe we are talking about something else, something really serious, a tragedy of a broken heart. But no, nothing to see. The sense the text is literal. A Maricel the only concern is to maximize the properties of their brand sunscreen NUDE BRONZE. So the clouds are not metaphors and metonymy or synecdoche for anything. Are clouds. Are there such people, with concerns so rudimentary? bah, not so if one considers the amount of industrial and marketing processes by which he had to spend that little squirt playing protector to get a skin Of course! And over. Does this empty theater show coldness or cold emptiness ? Yes!

Maricel's men are men captivated by her beauty tall and apparent docility, they think they have conquered same heart that the protagonist sings in Italian by Rita Pavone playback memorable and they're going to keep at bay under the force of social mandates, wallets or seductive masculinity Jacobian the three options could well be postmortem titles Corin Tellado or premortem ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... Here the reader mentally complete the dotted line with the name and surname of the contemporary writer @ @ of your choice, I do not want to earn an / a New @ enemy @) . Venture in order of appearance.

Martin is the former. Gray. Dry. A point break. Maricel comes to get his love affair with nature, to take her back to reality. But his strategy is not for something he lost . The first play one last Martin is to blame for all evils is particularly troubled by the content that you have taken against the notorious quedirán and told to return home immediately and take charge of their children. But this rant will not make a dent in Maricel will "for that much cream and suntan lotion, so that things will not slip or tap your innermost fiber? No, I clarified, not at all.

Then comes Reuben, the wallet. Pendeviejo prototype. Hardy, slimy, nasty, but with swimming pool and park good game, after all . Not support the inaction of Maricel, who since his battle station the chaise in the sun dominates the scene, and following the advice of his verbosity and resentful sister, Berta friend of the landlord, because the only shit you not you feel the smell is that of self , taking advantage of the emergence of Martin, decided to take kindly to his better half with the uncertainty of not knowing if it will provide the leather - in your wallet - to replace another unripe fruit.

But the "prize" takes it Gabriel, a friend of Reuben and Bertha impossible love, of tragic and comic past the conjunction in the middle of two words so theatrical is not an error: Gabriel Arnaudo is the kind of people to remember a dramatic event of his life transforms it into a stand up comedy routine, why, then, first triggered the tragedy And comes a time after the comedy, which is nothing other than tragedy processed as if it were a digestive system, never both at the same time, an order which is key to good digestion of the character who finally conquers Maricel so he thinks his skills thanks to the handsome villagers. Sure, one can imagine that the guy for a while it will not pass through any door, which probably will dock with his friends for having to succumb to such mignon in just an afternoon in which he had come to visit, empty hands and listening to his Rock Collection. Poor naive! The dam is going to withstand a nadita. As with Martin and Ruben, Maricel, a great actress and the actress who plays her, too, like the rest of the cast , I will believe it's her mate, who always waited in vain, that that will thrill and excitement to the archangel Gabriel ha, ha, ha!

So one by one, the men spend Maricel enchantment to disillusionment and despair. She eventually ends up revealing every one of his tricks. Magebane, Cortázar would give a cronopio - be green and wet - yuck! - In the head.

One more thing. In the last scene, opens the possibility for a sequel not always bad of this story I ask loudly! in a two-story house, with patio and a mother of Gabriel, who can become a very theatrical, as is Maricel thanks to the drama of Rainier, worth a special mention Argentores- and her address in partnership with Francisco. There is a smaller company that in the series, but a challenge no doubt possible for a working group was able to transform a house in the neighborhood of College in intimate room that is worth knowing and steady performers there would not be bad some stories began to swarm also stable, as it used to be in his way, and eventually, Bizarre - or rather hinge. What is the advantage of adopting this more melodramatic? I do not know for sure. And besides, that would be another matter - I always wanted to use this crutch farm somewhere theater review: sleep is accomplished! "I can sleep in peace?

NUDE BRONZE
19 pm Sundays. - 18 locations - admission: $ 15
Teatro La Llorona - College
only booked the
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reservasnudebronze @ gmail . com
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzpyijtJmh8

With Claudia Mac Auliffe, Paolo Baseggio, Natalia Olabe, Iacono and Marcelo Eduardo Marino.

Playwright: Cecilia Rainero
Art Director: Johann Wilhelm
Lighting: Leonardo D'Aiuto
Music: Gustavo Loncharich
Video: Gaston Solnicki
Production: Barbara Francis and Cecilia Rainero
Production Assistant: Silvia Baron
Produced by Pasto

Address: Cecilia and Barbara Francis Rainero

Friday, August 13, 2010

Place That Buys Used Furniture In Phoenix






Summer ... time, once again expands.

Time, as by heat, expands, acquires thousands of prospects.

The month of August always has been special. From tiny missed this month. Finishing school, completed the long and dreary years, the summer meant long days for me: it was sun, skies were blue, was swimming, was the beach, it was adventure, raids on cities were smaller than the large and laborious Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwas South, was life, was Cabo de Gata, the Mediterranean was full, were aromas of cinnamon and cumin, was perfume of jasmine, tuberose penetrating, was meringue were freshly caught prawns were sea shells, were the games with my father on the beach were my grandmother's dishes were crumbs were flamenco dancers, castanets and combs were, life was no schedules, was ish at night to cool, was my father's land, road southeast was paradise on earth ...

adulthood with added nuances and events. The most important things in my life have happened in this month I find it strange that in August, with the help of the tears of St. Lawrence. These tears, which are shooting stars above our heads, have been mute testimony, year after year, my childhood adventures, my findings teenagers of my greatest joys and my most painful disappointments. Is a month that brings back memories of light and shadow, of pain, of waiting, sweet surprise, of bitter betrayal. If there is an intense month of my life has certainly been August.

this year takes me away, immersed in the work of the hospital, psychiatry catches me looking for the happy opposition next fall, takes me a little distant from reality.

My daily time is summed up in early mornings, walks to work towards the cole two afternoons a week, after work, resulting in hasty purchases in the Boqueria market in mobile music in endless, almost silent calls this month.

Even the weather is strange this summer. It rained, the temperature (thank the gods!) Is lower than usual, which helps me a bit in my stubborn insistence to learn the endless processes of state administration, autonomous community, I am actually , studying law. Tonight

contained hysteria reigned in class: a few students (they are still competitors, partners who do not come to class, who prefer the beach or the hammock, so that we assist beneficiaries), teachers who leave their vacation time to explain things and answer questions.

I've had a good morning at the hospital, I eating well on a Fresh-co recently discovered near the school, has made my culinary delights: three-ton salad (radicchio, lettuce, corn, tomatoes, lentils, nuts, cabbage, onions, black olives ... a riot of color), cream of zucchini, grilled vegetables, kiwis and plums for dessert, plus a whim: a piece of coconut cake with jam-delicious, topped with a long black coffee without sugar. So I arrived in good spirits to the academy, wanting to participate. The classes are a roll and our profs, all serving staff, strive to make them entertaining. I must say that many will get, which honors them, of course. There people are very valid and very involved giving classes. I have achieved

supererar existential boredom that I cause these materials. The rules with the force of law, orders, regulations, legislative premises ... all this mess of legislation with which torture us access to the public, are the rules of a game that everyone more or less play. This is our world, we are inside. I certainly do not cause the same fascination with the common administrative procedure law to see in detail the Krebs cycle or variogénesis theory, in the end I was always a student more "science" that "letters." But there is, is what touches me now. And I am old enough stubborn to study, nevertheless, with the best possible spirit, knowing that this is just "another castle in the air", a castle that man has invented, in that progress and civilization.

the morning, the way to work, listen to Porcupine Tree (I have days listening to in my mobile, they're great, certainly, Steven Wilson has become my Prophet as an anonymous reader predicted several weeks ago) ; look at the sea, I get lost in the deserted streets Barri Gotic, I get excited with different colors of a sunrise every day and I laugh at what I study.

But when I play, I think so. Game I think so. I am the eternal

naïve old girl who is being deceived time and again, despite the smile, alone, at night, is slipping in the mirror. The witch looks in the mirror, smiles and sticks out her tongue to herself and all those tons of different standards.

These days everything is mixed: my reality, my job, my stubborn determination to continue studying, my memories, the extraordinary things that other summers have brought into my life. As an old video tape pass through my mind: promises, love, great betrayal, loneliness, certainties ...

However, I feel alive, more alive than ever. Tonight back home, I had the feeling that something is going to shake my life again ...

I do not let that feeling invades me too, we'll see, who is to call, yet, to my door. Or why things happen.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Too Much Adderall Cause Mottling Skin

New Theater Collective chat



invites to the lecture:

¿public service culture industry?
Of paradigms for him to revisit his role State in the development of the performing arts.

Wednesday, 18 August, 19:00. Teatro La Tertulia

Gallo
826 Free admission


Participants:

Guillermo Heras
actors, playwrights, directors and managers CULTURAL. TECHNICAL UNIT COORDINATOR IBERESCENA. FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATION OF DIRECTORS OF SCENE OF SPAIN (ADE)

Alejandro Tantanian
PLAYWRIGHT, ACTOR and DIRECTOR - THEATRE ARTISTIC ADVISOR SARMIENTO (CTBA)

RAUL
BRAMBILLA
EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR OF THE NATIONAL THEATRE

VALERIA Kovadloff
Choreographer, dancer and teacher. ARTISTIC DIRECTOR PRODANZA

Silvia Pritz
teacher and choreographer. EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR PRODANZA

Moderator:

ALEJANDRO CRUZ
NATION REPORTER'S DIARY

In 2006, the Stage Directors' Association of Spain (ADE) released a draft law which was defined theater as a public service that the State has the obligation to extend to all citizens.

that year, Several countries had already approved treatment or creating a system of patronage designed to encourage private participation in financing of cultural projects.

Meanwhile, the term cultural industry began to be used more frequently to encompass all types of artistic expression.

Thirteen years after the creation of the National Theater Institute, ten PRODANZA Proteatro and, almost four of the Cultural Promotion System of the City of Buenos Aires (patronage), the Theater Collective is organizing this meeting to reflect on the content current state policies applied to the performing arts.

colectivoteatral@gmail.com

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Where To Buy Halal Sandwiches

HOME POLICY, by the Society of Patriotic functions

to commemorate the 160th anniversary of the death of the Liberator General Jose de San Martin, the Society of Patriotic Functions destituyente presents his version of:

HOME POLICY
Exequiel
Soria

Monday August 16 1919 hrs.
- unique role -
Admission: 25 pesos
CLIMBING ROOM
Scale Remedies
San Martín 332 - one block from John B. Fair and Warnes -
Reservations: funciones.patrioticas2010 @ gmail.com

For more information about the Company: www.funcionespatrioticas.blogspot.com

Released in 1901 by the Podesta, POLITICS HOME tells the story of a family of political decay. The passage of time coupled with the proven inability of the Company ended Patriotic functions to rip up the original text, turning a drama into a comedy, almost a vaudeville, ideal to have a good spirit despite the obituary of the event in question. Exequiel

Soria (1873-1936) was a real all-rounder of the scene in Argentina: actor, playwright, playwright, director, programmer, unionist. Author of over thirty titles, highlights of his vast output of works NATIVE JUSTICE, and THE LAST DUTY COMEDY.

HOME POLICY But undoubtedly is his most important work, his spirit cambalachesco (long before Discepolín write the lyrics of his most famous tango, Soria and characters were well aware that no mother who does not cry and strives not is a fool) and for having succeeded in changing the assessment on the national theater that had until that time the cultural elites Buenos Aires (after its release, one journalist wrote for The Nation: "For the first Once this newspaper can handle the native theater ").

Thanks to people like Soria, the Argentine theater broke free of the monopoly of English companies and began to go its own way, sometimes erratic, sometimes bright, many other poor, but yes, forever ours. So if it's Libertadores, where better to remember them with a work of Soria Exequiel!


ACT: PAOLO Baseggio, ERNESTO FONTES, LEANDRO IBARRA, CLAUDIA MAC Auliffe, DANIEL MIRANDA, NATALIA OLAB and Guillermo Valdez

LIGHTS: FERNANDA BALCELLS

PHOTO: JORGE MARINO

PARTICIPANTS: Paula BANFI

Dramaturgy and Direction: MARTIN SEIJO


Patriotic operating company has aspirations of becoming a cast of theater, in a country other unstable, which makes presentations on national holidays only.

repertoire, composed of works that speak of the country Argentina, has a sense revisionist or restorative, depending on the ideological mood of the actors.

In 2008, the Company released its version of GIANT POPPIES, Juan Bautista Alberdi, theater Rim. And last year was the turn of NEUROSIS OF FAMOUS MEN IN THE HISTORY ARGENTINA, adaptation scientific treatise of Dr. Ramos Mejía, presented at Sala Escalada. HOME POLICY Climbing also opened this past May 25, joining the celebrations for the bicentenary of the country.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

How Are The Average Americans Perceptions Created

ILP: new joke



------------------------------------ What

means right? The right is all that required by someone (the government) to another (city, managed) by virtue of a prior commitment (a rule) that states or by a specific event.

The law consists of the following:
active Subject: who holds the right.
Taxable person: who holds the obligation.
Purpose: the cause that justifies the existence of law.
The act: document containing the above information, the amount, terms of payment.


De public financial management. 30/07/1910

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I admit, my way of introducing this post is Rarita, yes. It occurred to me to move these notes were introduced last Friday, in my classes, the implementation of the budget income in my community and I guess similar to other communities in this country. What sense does transcribe these notes? Made me think of all read and heard during the days after the vote that took place in the Catalan Parlament to ban bullfighting.

Law is something someone is removed from the manga, basically to annoy others or to defend others. Do not lose sight of that rights we have no one a priori, any living being has them. We invent, like all our rules and standards for what we need, as the winds blow. In nature, things just happen and are related. I was

been a bittersweet feeling after the vote on the ILP, I think the first one reaches the final in my autonomous community (unfortunately, we lost the battle with the ILP on the cultivation of GM). Have you made history? Is it a breakthrough? Is this a cut of freedom, as advocated by some? Will it cause more unemployment, others say? I repeat, my feeling is that sweet sour .

At first I was happy that the vote would give the result they gave. But I do not like the background, or maneuvers that some have committed to doing all this, nor the hypocritical ways of both pro-bullfighting groups as certain antibullfighting .

time trying to understand I have people from outside Catalonia that many of those who once signed to support the ILP did it for purely animalistic: "La Fiesta" is a tradition, but a barbaric tradition, cruel and unpleasant in which some people have fun and talk about "art" to the via crucis suffering until the bull is killed. Point. No more. If the Fiesta is a national symbol, we do not care. The issue was that not. But there are always idiots dipuestos to turn over things, of course if there have been children with ideas of revenge in my country, after the vaunted l'sentence statute. I am ashamed

ban, I am ashamed that our society is still so immature to have to go banning things with threat of punishment as a penalty, in the style of "Kid, if you do not eat all the soup, I go and call the bogeyman " (Le Luthiers dixit). But I am ashamed to verify daily that there are still people who tell me things like a bull "was born for this," the bull does not suffer pain "is a tradition that we must respect, that is art, culture is ... I tried to understand these positions, I tried to watch from the side of the pro-bullfighting groups.

But I can not. From a very young, my stomach vision bull full of flags, bleeding wound, to stab you asked almost to please come and be quick, I was horrified the only time that led me to a feast of pork, I horrizó my father, always killing his rabbits, Christmas turkeys ... Long ago I stopped arguing with people calling me nutty for being against "La Fiesta" (my father first) because there is nothing to negotiate common ground and to start to understand. The bull suffer because their nervous systems conditioned on this, the bull is a kind like any other that has been genetically engineered Homo sapiens from the Neolithic to suit your needs. Has not born "for anything special, just got here, evolutionarily speaking, such as bears, wolves and many other species inhabiting our peninsula and have been virtually exterminated by clogging our an interest (livestock, crops, etc.).

A this point, "creating art" as a show of blood seems to me absurd, anachronistic. We boast of being more advanced than other civilizations, yet mantenermos ancestral tribal behavior. If we are civilized , traditions such as bullfighting, dog fighting, the roosters, the correbous , celebrations of Tordesillas, to name a few of the many shows animals that are available in Spain at this time, should have been left behind long ago, just as we were leaving various rituals of human sacrifice so common in the past.

species is assumed that since we are progressing spiritually to a certain level of progression that should involve a greater respect for the other living beings. Learned to respect women (remember that not long ago we had many more rights -nice word, which the goat or chicken lord of the house, and this is still painful reality in many parts of the world), children, then come the rest of living creatures is natural, that is, I think, natural.

But I write nonsense. The spectacle of these weeks has been to consider the hypocrisy of politicians autonomous, agreeing exclusion of Tarragona dels correbous (a savage equal proportions to the Party, however Catalan considered, here there is nationalism that is worth) and leaving the ILP lame contaminated Catalan nationalism on the one hand, of contempt for Spain for another and entertainment in general for the general public who, while fighting for if Fiesta was a symbol Senegalese English or could not remember the terrible economic crisis we are experiencing and the mediocrity of politicians, ALL : NATIONAL , AUTONOMOUS , OF RIGHTS, THE LEFT , incapable of creative ideas to rebuild our dire economy.

So, with such a scenario, one is not happy with this small victory. A small victory since then is: for the bull, to achieve a more respectful and follow the debate in our society about what attitude should be taken with regard to other non-human living beings. Per has also been disappointing, because it has been tinted with the colors of lies and manipulation. Never occurred to me that by signing the abolition of bullfighting was neglecting Spain, just as I reject correbous now going to become anti-Catalan. Many of those who supported this initiative does not eat meat from other animals, some eat the just and necessary without falling into gluttony. Many who signed in support of this ILP try not wearing fur on top, try not to soil our land (and other) more than just try to become aware of what we got to the mouth, respecting it plant or animal life, try to respect our common home, earth, Gaia, which inhabit all ...

is very easy to defend bullfighting with a steak of 500 gr. that few people have the guts to kill, or worse yet, being against them, but casually eating a chicken breast that was raised in a real death camps and had a miserable life before they reach your plate. Our hypocrisy, our ignorance knows no bounds.

PP If you want to see in that ILP is a rejection of Spain if the PSC is now looking to move more bullfighting because giliprogre , if CKD continue their double moral spirit of independence of opportunity, if Convergència i Unió always vote that will help to recover before the power, great for everyone. But ... was not that, have not respected the essence of what a legislative initiative means. Again, ignore that delegated the ability to legislate or simply read the Constitution or the 78.

pigeon was wrong, wrong. (A. Alberti)
això no és, companys, no és això. (LL. Llach)