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As every year, Christmas becomes around here and find me rather half-hearted ... Like the other day I was saying to eulez , I think that Christmas would be celebrated every two years, thus would take many more like it.

Nevertheless, some small details of the holiday routine also enclose small pleasures associated with gluttony as nougat (which should be eaten in moderation, but in small amounts is good) or the wonderful ham (courtesy of the parents of blue little shit) we gobbled by these parts in coming Christmas, or even the promise of roast lamb at home waiting for me when I come back for Christmas ... In addition, this year I have had pre-Christmas visit , which I liked (Madrid touring like myself out cool me ... It's weird, I know but it will be because I'm not really here. ..).

This year may seem to many to be ignorant, but our mayor has received a bucket of cold water when she went to ask for spare change to the Minister of economy, so the inevitable consequence of all this is that the Christmas lights (including others) has seen enough mermadilla ...

again repeat agataruizdelapradero tree logo on the Sun, so I will not repeat some pictures last year, if not, is too repetitive. Among other things, is like the Plaza de Chueca (which, incidentally, has one of the few truly handmade Christmas markets and that does not directly embarrassment), the Gran Via , which celebrates its 100 years in splendor, and the luminous threads Preciados. Among the notable changes: UFOs from the Plaza Mayor this year are little ones and colors and blinked eyes that look a lot less alone street Hortaleza in Tirso de Molina last year ...

For my reluctance and repetition, I have not so hard in the photo essay this year, although I managed to capture some pictures, which although not Christmas, well worth the trip.

Valga this post also to congratulate Christmas and I wish you the 2011 out great! And do not you touch a Santa Claus like this (yeah, yeah, I've copied eulez , what happens? But I told him before he was going to get!):

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Christmas Stamps Happy Birthday, Jane Austen!

I warn my dear copepod that of Google are celebrating in style the birthday of one of the great ones and one of the universal rights of the owner eyes and mistress of this humble abode .

235 years ago on a day like today, Jane Austen was born, the youngest daughter of the family of seven children of Reverend George Austen, who lived in Steventon, near Canterbury. The rest of his biography is well known and you can see in the piles of pages that talk about it, but start to make a quick and impromptu tribute (suggested by Don Eulez , who always encouraged me to write things without much pomp and ... And that preparation was thinking lately to talk about some of his characters in an upcoming post ...), only add that Jane Austen and her characters fiction in general are an inspiration to anyone who likes good literature. Those who stay in the romantic dimension of his literary style manners are wrong, as there are few novelists who are so good with both physiognomic and critical eye and a sense of humor as caustic, but we never lose respect and affection that every good writer has to his characters ...

is because of his pen have been some of the great characters that have managed to jump off the pages and prolong its existence beyond them ... Google portrays two of the greats: Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet great , heroin is probably the most wonderful of all the history of literature ...

Well, I said! All to read Jane Austen!

Recommended Reading that I just happen suddenly,

Pride and Prejudice de Alba Editorial with Marta Salis translation (which was a finalist Esther Benítez translation)

Jane Austen of Carol Shields, an interesting biography.

PS: And as I write this, my Jane Austen miniature, accompanied by C3PO the interpreter, gives me a quizzical look from one corner of my desk ...

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The treintatontos

Yes friends, yes ... Good things come in this life ... to thirty!

Anyway. Years I've been offline to everyone that sage video Carlos Areces and abdominal traitors ...

But over time, and on the eve of today, have come to understand that we have a few more sambenitos you guys with this thirty ... I mean the phenomenon of treintatontos (also known as sillythirties, trentebêtes or dummdreißig, there pa all tastes and in all languages, hear!).

Basically, the principle of this phenomenon comes from the following reflection. Do you remember when you had fifteen years? Okay, I sputtered hormones, you lived in a perpetual emotional roller coaster, you mirabais reconocíais the mirror and not the stranger who was on the other side of the glass ... Yes, yes ... During the twenty perhaps you meant it never turn back on spending for a time as stupid as that, that the years are mature and quiet, you had passed adolescence as if it were a measles ...

HA! HA! HA! With treintatontos toparéis you! It

arriving thirty-maturity / wisdom, growth / personal development and intelligence! they all go to hell. It is reaching thirty and you discover that you are as dumb as when you were fifteen, just above older.

Yes arrive thirty and you, who nursed the philosophy of Bert and Ernie, the Cookie Monster, Coco and the Witch failure, you give yourself headlong into a reality that is far from alleged social equality with which you grew up: suddenly fall upon you ladies near and far (and all ages, to make matters worse!) to remind you that the same is the (fucking) rice and you're going and going ... And discover that instead of being more chatty reporter Sesame Street (for example), you would have to wear and to procreate, or at least to mount a bodorrio (pa then reproduce, of course), because that is what is expected of you. Come on, you're already taking longer to enter the fucking ring!! And you, that you were not aware and were a thing, thinking they really had no choice, and you could do what you wanted!
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treintatonta (which probably explains much of the angst treintatonta) but there's more, there's more!! Suddenly, you look in the mirror and actually do not have the same look as ten years ago. You are on the face such unmistakable marks of expression are born they all thirties from nostrils to the corners of your mouth ... You find a gray ¡¡¡¡¡¡ and then another !!!!!! And worst of all, it's over, you feel as a misfortune, we, white hair a fool, a rebel or a groove Lorza indelible miserable existence ... you


And then gives you colorful rags to buy online without rhyme or reason. Then ask yourself what you pass to buy high heels (though in your life you've climbed a few). You buy lipsticks progressively darker colors. I miss most pot. We test a wonderbra. You realize you take them at least four or five years all the actresses in Hollywood with her tits in place (well, except the poor Lindsay Lohan, who is 6 years younger and appears to have 20 more) ... And you think about all the things you have not done when he played (and would even if they were to be old!), And stupidly, you feel like taking them, as if that made any sense, as there was no tomorrow, as if the world was over, as if it would have after the impregnable walls of a desert wasteland outside THIRTY ...

Curiously, this calculation is an insufferable navel-gazing, because when you look around, see and know women thirty and forty or more that are great, but you ... like everything seems worse and amplified: you know you'll never amount to emulate, because yours is a fucking disaster without remedy.

And yes, like the guys you read this and you think bullshit. Sure to think: 'What are the women crazy! There is none the understand! ". Well, let me tell you here and God is not saved. If we enter this arrechucho irrational on the eve of the thirties, then wait until you come to you the existential crisis of the forty! (And when you give to buy you a convertible when you had never felt a pulse so stupid, you will remember that I say!).

However, after much thought, much to suffer, much fear it and a lot of trouble to try to understand, I have come to one conclusion: Yes, I'm hopelessly stupid. I was at fifteen, and I will continue, no matter you have thirty, forty, fifty or fifty thousand. I'm afraid old me. I'm afraid to meet older. I'm afraid not have time to do everything (whatever it is that 'all'). But I have to live with it. I have to live with those fears and make it appropriate not overwhelm me the cursed monster treintatonto.

Since I have this straight, when I feel the arrechucho to buy some new boots and a dress with flowers, I think, "Oh! That Julia treintatonta! ". I almost feel tenderness that fool in me. Sometimes I let it give the whim. Nor is hurting anyone, right?

Ugh. You will see that unbearable will from now on, what they already have thirty-up!

PS: As someone else tells me it's: "The thirty? But if you're in the prime of life! But it's a pretty old! But it's a beautiful age! "Or any other variation, I'll shoot, I swear (Note:" Being in the prime of life "is to be sixty years, not thirty, dammit). Quedais warned.

Acknowledgements: As you see, the drawings accompanying this post are grown, with the invaluable ayudilla Don Eulez (I do not know how to use the Fotochó ... It was he who has coloreao to me ...) . Thanks, eulez!! (For this and support my green monster almost as much as myself ...). And speaking of support to my monster, I would also like to thank my girls: yes, yes, you, I endure the monster and you share yours with me ... Thanks, girls!

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The white gardenia

As many of you know, this post has been kept in the room enough, long time, because I have given the cake with it appropriately throughout it. Notice that I wrote when it was still my first translation of a novel and finally goes on sale today with the title: The white gardenia Shanghai. Much has happened since then, and I have to await other more books, of which insurance, I have spoken to or I will be talking ... For example this one here, which was super-nice, is not it, Cream? Anyway

with White Gardenia always have something special, because the first literary translation that I faced. And of course, its author, Australian Belinda Alexandra have to end up knowing it, because I'm becoming almost English shadow (another of his novels I expected soon).

Yes, it will seem awfully tiresome, but is that as the first, I am particularly proud of her ... Almost, almost, it's almost as if he were to "bear" me, although obviously I would not have written a novel as well, but I enjoyed translating it and giving it my little bit.

When I tell people my tirade on White Gardenia, I often wonder how much the book, so here I tell you a little bit of what goes, maybe that will help you decide if you want to read it, and in fact If you still have doubts, you can always throw a look at the second chapter. Although I know that's not the kind of literature that many of you like, I'll tell you ... I hope you find it useful!

The Shanghai white gardenia is a novel that belongs to the romance-historical. It is a novel "rose" in the strict sense of the word, although some might say bordering on the thin line between romance of the rose to dry. What saves it is the historical context in is framed and a structure that is more robust than conventional romances, which are often based care for the story they tell, rather tend to sacrifice by a profusion of details-erotic romantic without rhyme or reason. In The white gardenia Shanghai, the development of historical events from the personal perspective of the protagonist and the final conclusion are more important than the details themselves.

D icho this step will relate the argument [that try to claim to read the novel not read it, because espoilereo a bit]: Until 1945, Anya Kozlova had enjoyed a quiet life with his parents in Harbin, China, where his father was forced into exile after the Russian Revolution. But that year, of his thirteenth birthday, his father died in a car accident, and his mother and she is forced to stay in your home to a Japanese general. When the Soviet army entered the city, makes a trade with their allies the Chinese People's Liberation Army, the Soviets will remain with the mother of Anya to take her to a labor camp in Siberia, and Chinese, led by the ruthless Tang , will stay with Anya, so, probably, to torture or prostitute. That is the beginning of an endless series of hardships by Anya will, getting rid of the worst ever. Anya's neighbors to send the rescue in Shanghai. There, Anya is staying at the home of wealthy Sergey Nikolayevich and his cruel wife Amelia. Sergey is owner of one of the most famous nightclubs in the city, the Moscow-Shanghai, which is managing the appeal Dimitri Lubenski, which soon falls in love Anya. Soon after, he promised in marriage. Immediately after the wedding between Dimitri and Anya, Sergey died in mysterious circumstances and leaves all his possessions to Anya, creating tensions between them and her young husband. Meanwhile, the political situation is complicated and the Chinese national army is gradually taking the city. Things did not go well with Dimitri, so that final Anya is forced to leave in a boat to the Philippine island of Tubabao, where once stood a settlement of Russian refugees. Life and conditions weather is hard on the island, but Anya knows Ruselina Irina and her grandmother, with whom work good friendship, Ivan Nakhimovsky fireproof, which relies on hard times, and Captain Connor, for whom he works as a secretary. After UN and the OIR urge countries to take charge of this group of Russian refugees, many offered to take them, always under certain conditions. At first, Anya, Irina and Ruselina are preparing to go to America, thanks to the contact you have with your friend Anya diplomat Dan Richards, but when it is discovered that he had tuberculosis and only Ruselina can be accepted by France, Anya and Irina decided to leave for Australia, there to await Ruselina to recover. Just before leaving for Melbourne, Ivan asks his hand to Anya, who rejects him, confused. Again, the conditions in which Irina and Anya come to Sydney are not easy: they have to sign a two year compulsory work with the Australian government and put them in a crowded refugee camp. Anya get lucky again: thanks to the recommendation of Captain Connor, is hired as an assistant by Colonel Brighton, director of the field. Thanks to his invaluable help in a short time, Anya and Irina can leave the refugee camp and settle in Sydney, sponsored by the Colonel's friend, Betty Nelson, owner of a thriving cafe. Gradually, the lives of two friends began to improve: Anya gets a job as a journalist and then editor of a popular fashion magazine and Irina love the cafeteria chef, Vitaly, and also recovers his grandmother, who returns from France fully recovered from his illness. But Anya has not forgotten his mother, and devoted much effort to try to find through international organizations, would certainly be difficult in Soviet Russia. Anya's life takes another turn when he tells Dan Richards Dimitri has died in Los Angeles, not just in the opulence that Anya presupposed. Suddenly, Ivan, now a prosperous merchant of frozen food, reappears in his life, and returns to court to Anya, who is very concerned to learn that night that was separated from her mother, she was killed by Tang before reaching Russia. But finally everything seems settled: Anya finally agrees to marry Ivan, who has a child, and the Japanese General reappears as if by magic, to inform you that your mother is living in Moscow. Finally, Anya and Ivan travel to Moscow, despite spy KGB to trying to take Anya's mother, and finally, this, 25 years later, you can join her mother.

then you can consult a map I created on travel the protagonist throughout the book through space and time ...


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And hey, if after this unto you want to buy: nothing easier! (Then do not say that I do advertising.)

Covers: 1) Something that I particularly like is the cover of Translation: I think that improves more than the original! It is elegant and attractive, but unassuming ... I hope that people will make you want to read it and buy it!, 2) the original page paperback Harper Collins (a copy and translated it myself), 3) New home of the original edition that is my least favorite.

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Shanghai Swiss plains and mountains of Basel

Yes, friends, yeah ... If even a few days ago I had done it the question that makes you Panoramix Obelix at the end of Asterix in Switzerland, I would have responded exactly the same as him, what I find Helvecia how? PLAIN!


The Basel familiar territory could not be more (last year ventured in by the back sides of Gundeli neighborhood and found some hills that were immoral, at least to try them with my humble bicycle) and an a priori, you do not know qu and the Alps exist because someone has told you, I would not believe that this tiny country with such idiosyncrasy is the most spectacular alpine scenery in the world. Asterix

well known: in his quest to land Swiss had to climb high mountain in search of the Edelweiss (yes, yes, that to which he sang a bucolic Christopher Plummet-Von Trapp in The Sound of Music ... Probably one of the best songs of the movie) ... Of course, what's up the mountains was something I had yet too ...
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not see, but this weekend a servant, accompanied by an unknown man (say that Mr. E-was little shit) that you prefer not to know better she was there, we climb the Pilatus (yeah, yeah, that's the name ... It seems it is possible that Pontius Pilate was there buried), a spectacular lakeside Lucerne mountain over 2000 meters.

Yes, it is clear that tourism was a great experience (other side), since the matter is ready pa to the tourists as hincháramos us to take pictures ... But we could also enjoy a wonderful view I never would have imagined from the flat Basel.
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As good, going to anti-clockwise, we encourage you to start the issue rather late, about two. That made us lose our boat ride takes visitors from Lucerne to Alpnachstad, where the lower station of the steepest cogwheel train the world. Instead, we took the bus to the start of the cable car on the green meadows spectacular Swiss (Swiss cows, others that had already wanted to see ... And no, there are purple, hear).


The first part of the cable car that goes from Krieg to Fräkmüntegg, is made up of individual cabins. In the final season of this section is a multi-activity park with a very long metal slide that has to be amazing. Since there is yet another installment Fräkmüntegg until you reach the summit of Pilatus, but this last part is done in a collective gondola whose movement is impressive, especially during the latter part of the journey, when it comes to the station (it seems that mechanical ingenuity will crash into the rock wall).

top, the landscape seems from another world: a time of Pilatus, probably built in the seventies, has the appearance of Sputnik and seems to be off from time to time, and the hotel is in the top is currently in works, giving it a ghostly touch to the whole area (well could be a scenario Syberia).


Walks along the top are very interesting, but you need to wear good shoes, because although some are fairly paved, it should be beating about careful not to stumble and throw him down headlong down hill Swiss. The perpetual snow, green meadows and alpine lakes to the background mountains reassure the more nervous they get, and envy those who have decided to throw the feet to the shoulder and walk through one of the paths along the hillside.

Finally, we take the famous cog railway for the decline: views from it are incredible and the pileup, see that it was built in 1890, works great. Edge Swiss technology.

Finally, and on the surface, as mere mortals and tiny we are, we took the normal train back to Lucerne, where our tour ended sabbatical Alpine has done better than I can say the same as Obelix ... That way I is Switzerland? Mountainous and spectacular. Now.



[Photos: 1) Last bullet Asterix in Switzerland ... How? What you have not read? ¿¿¿And what are you waiting ????, 2) The background Pilatus by Lake Lucerne and their boats in the foreground (homegrown), 3) Aerial first leg (home grown), 4) collective Funicular to the top of Pilatus (homegrown), 5) The top of Pilatus, with your station that looks like a spaceship and the beginning of the cogwheel railway (harvest own), 6) View from the top 1 (grown) and 7) View from the top 2 (homegrown)].

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(Ay Germanic to see what I am lately, that all posts end with a degree in German ...).

In Basel 2009

Well as usual, had yet to write my annual post Basel, yes! This Swiss city that steals one month each year ...

And that's what I was saying to Alba: back Basel (pardon the n o-translation ... Basel is always longer and less descriptive, so to speak) is like returning home from the beach, this pisabas not for a year and whose corners are accumulated lint, dust lazy ... Anyway. So that does not sound very encouraging, but think about what happens after you get home from the beach, you come to mind all the good memories, all the little things you missed and did not even think you had happened them the rest of the year: that the people who made ice cream ice cream richer, the corner of the beach where you liked to lie out in the sun ...

In Basel there is no sun today, but I have to thank the temperature is maintained at reasonable levels for spring clothes to bring, but things are something like: we return to a job that awaits us year after year (that's always comforting), but at the same time is always a challenge (which is essential), old friends met again, (they are here or come and go, or come and see us!) and overcome old traumas (from falls, losses aberrations, etc.) ...

addition, we are improving year by year as well: this, for example, we stayed in a real apartment and not the box-hole where we were in previous years (even if it means we had to leave the Gundeli, which is otherwise a neighborhood with lots of personality), we have cooking! (Which gives more feeling of being at home) ... But hey, for the rest, everything goes peacefully ...

addition, every year faces a similar sensation: at first, too lazy to leave Madrid, of course (making luggage, collect and organize it has never been my thing), when he landed in Basel, I am always glad to be here again ... Then began the work, which is usually absorbent and exhausting ... So it takes a week at least get used to that curious sense of dislocation of the routine and new routine, loneliness and socializing ... That's hard to explain.

But when a week goes by and the body is removed from the jet-lag imaginary, then recovered somewhat calm, and the green and Basel seventies, full of mechanical devices, basilisks and giant story turns again in our second home.


[Photos: 1) Twilight on the Rhine, one afternoon June 2009 (homegrown), 2) The tower of the Bank for International Settlements (the same happens with Basel Basel, we A lovingly call it), of all people, one of the more familiar to us in Basel, 3) My Giant ("I can say is mine If I could, I would take him home ...) of Kannenfeldpark, 4) Our humble abode in Basel, mine in particular is the which is just above the Kaffi Chuchichäschtli (these Swiss, unable to name things without diminutivizar ...), which is where we had breakfast every morning].

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Ein tolles Finale

this post comes a little late, especially after there has been no such luck against Sevilla that against Fulham, but here goes: my attempt to post-ism Sports:

Sunlight lit for a week Vicente Calderón (who, incidentally, will be sorely missed because it occupies a place not only along the Manzanares, but in our hearts), as Atletico, like a phoenix from ashes, emerged from the drought of titles to rise champion of the newly created League Europe (which eulez and I have concluded that it should be called European Cup and Champions League of Europe, or something ... For people to stop putting stupid face trying to remember how the hell it's called).

And there were present few servers, yes sir! The uncertainty began a few days earlier due to a " Aschenwolke " or ash cloud from the volcano capricious unpronounceable name that is on tenterhooks the skies of our old continent ... Both of us, as players athletic, as rival perfidious Albion, we thought it was going to be difficult to get the air to northern Europe in the Free Hanseatic City of Hamburg where they celebrated the much anticipated meeting. Fulham coach Roy Hodgson, showing very little dignity, dropped to it would be best to delay the game (thank goodness you did not have any); those of Atletico were one day and a half before, and we cross our fingers that no ash cloud poisoned English airspace and could fly on Wednesday, just before the game.

Finally, despite the delays, we got to Hamburg Athletic accompanied by the fans, who populated excited airports wherever he passed. After a rest at the hotel where we had booked a room next to the Altona station, we headed to HSV Nordbank Arena, the stadium eagerly awaiting the race. Upon entering the metro, the Germans had organized well the thing that athletes had to go one way and the other fulhameños ... We ended up with the British. We landed on a stop Straßebahn from where he left a launch that went directly to the stadium ...

arrival Awesome! The Nordbank Arena is in the middle of a lush park , and among the trees, came the spectacular arena bathed in twilight, which bubbled and the excitement and anticipation of the moment all we expected ... The

entries we had were a betrayal by the Fulham area, territory enemy, but in the end that played for us, because I do not think that a servant would have supported the athletic vociferous, all the nerves that would have been a curse as compared to the phlegmatic English flanking us.

Upon arrival, a half-drunk type of tune and sang the hymn Atletico, which was much more authentic than the impersonal tiresome little song of Black Eyed Peas to shell them Fulhameños ... The crowd seemed lighted athletic, but from our position, we heard more they shouted the English. After a bizarre opening ceremony in which the unfortunate Flag carrier Athletic or mouth fell to the ground after a slip (causing hilarity of our English neighbors), started the game, which we were waiting. Atletico started the climb to glory slowly, and the first opportunity to conquer the opponent's goal came at minute 11:30, when a great Kun Aguero gave a beautiful pass to the Uruguayan ineffable, whose shot unfortunately out by the club ... We, of course, we regret, which earned us the furious glances of laconic British football, which would gradually become accustomed to that we were infiltrates in

He advanced steps ... the first half and held her own Atletico against the English, who did not slacken in its attempt to desecrate the site of this Cerberus is monumental De Gea. However, during the first part, the London team was not strong refining and the balls were not aware heaven above.

These were, after another attempt any of us, when that piece of crack that is made Forlan the magnificent received a bounce pass from Argentine unparalleled after a wonderful move initiated by Reyes and continued by Simao.

Unfortunately, and as usual this Atlético sufferer, "the pupae" (or Aua dem , translated as the German newspaper Berliner Morgenpost ), Perea made a crucial mistake just five minutes after the Uruguayan goal, which put them on a tray to the Saxons both Davies.

could not go to rest with peace of mind of knowing pseudo winner: things were still on tables, and got worse at the start of the second part, which was as if the athletes were made invisible and, uncompensable, the British began to dominate the game. The opponents were increasingly near the area and Don Eulez Atleti, as a good supporter of Atletico was discouraged, giving the opponents the victory early, especially when Quique Sanchez Flores decided to remove the hated Jury and Salvio undecided. (A servant gave up a little pain, how much he was getting into Eulez with them.)

Nevertheless, Kun not give up his attempt and tried to get to the bottom of Schwarzer's goal: we thought we had scored, but we are left with honey on the lips.

The tension lasted until well past the ninety minutes, the "pupae" had to do purpose of amendment and not be overcome at the last minute. After achieving that, the extension was almost a blessing ... Especially if successful!! Thus, we see up close the new show of genius our u-ru-wa-yo charged with a heel so that came in, go if you entered in the minute 117.

Our favorite striker could not hold and tore the shirt (yes, admittedly, the boy has a washboard and stomach, but is sometimes a bit too much ... I like it, I can not deny it, but is overly handle ) ¡¡¡¡¡ cold does not exist in the Hamburg pitch !!!!!

Of course, the euphoria was maximum when the meeting ended. Our co-tier air did not abandon his phlegmatic and we applaud, took pictures and waited for the team, along with Sanchez Flores, is closer to our side of the stage to greet after the feat.
After a pit stop to refuel Bratwurst and Bier including, crowned the evening by joining the hundreds of athletes who were going to stop Straßenbahn and packed into the underground tunnel crossing the tracks. They broke the madness: cheering drums, the crowd was not believed and we all sang in unison:

Loro-Lololo-Lolol-lolo-lolo parrot, parrot-Lololo-Lolol Lololo-Lolol Lololo-lolo! Atleti!!

Photos: 1) This is not exactly the Calderon, but we liked the Nordbank Arena in Hamburg : a truly spectacular stadium (home grown), 2) Interior of the field from our locations, where you saw the athletic corner (home grown), 3) The pair of monsters rojiblancos, these are real wizards themselves of the ball and not Oliver and Benji, milk!, 4) Hehe, I could not resist putting this picture, although I must admit that to me what the excessive muscled Forlan not make me especially ... I have to admit that I like having a twitter ; 5) This is from another party, but anyway, De Gea cool! This guy has a future, we will see in the selection sooner or later, you'll see, 6) Delivery of the cup, with silver slips ueferos, fireworks and sparks of color, Platinis cabreaos and athletic happy ... In short, normal, 7) The athletic they remembered us, the sufferers of the opposite side of the stadium, and came to greet us, including Quique Sanchez Flores, thanked him, the truth! (Homegrown), 8) The tunnel opened into Langenfelde station, filled to the brim with the athletic crowd, singing loudly ... It was fun! (Home grown).

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20 years already!

For pulls, but never put anything now and this blog is more dead than nothing, today is a day to remember the ninety April 20 ... To remember the Celts, who brought me many good memories ... Joer, twenty years now ... I feel mega-viejuna.

And I will not write anything more about it (how bad is no time pa what you want!) because others have done better than me, such as this one here .

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The connotations of the word "culture"

walking the other day I was hallucinating Moncloa in front of a huge poster that involved a giant facade of turquoise in the center is a huge gift package topped by a loop red. At first I did not read what it was, and I thought it was the typical advertising Corte Inglés (I thought "why hoarders, these guys from El Corte Ingles! Have a whole building in Argüelles, a few blocks later, and are dedicated to surround an entire building also Moncloa ...). Then I saw the little sign amarillito accompanying ministerial campaign and I noticed more in the message of yore: it was a brain-washed by the Ministry of Culture whose slogan says: "Culture is something that envelops everything. These Christmas gift culture. Buy Internet culture is easier. "

This stupid and pointless campaign of our exalted Ministry of Culture (also represented by our sublime "stew ) then jumped to Internet advertising, radio and TV. In general, almost all institutional campaigns seem Mandango genuine or a pamphlet to mismísmisimo propaganda that Goebbels blush (and if not, remember these Obraz of art as that of the "no no not fuck with a condom and I deserve a slap" to quote some of the most recent) but it strikes me especially the livers.

As lately I'm immersed in language issues, my first thought on seeing her was that the language is incredible: it can reveal the intention of the person without them realizing it. What can acquire different meanings as the same word as used by whom?

Let's say the "culture", that word so abused and so maleada lately. As we see at the Royal Academy, the term comes from growing (it is certainly ironic that a word that seems to elevate those who argued in two feet of soil has such deep roots and agriculture as a simple potato) and the first sense refers to "the development of critical thinking" (what a laugh, just thinking about the stew and his minions esgaélicos, me baby!), the second definition tells us about lifestyles, customs, art, science, industry and society .. . but our precious dictionary-reference authority says nothing about "something that is paid pa a bunch of smart-ass self-baptized 'creators' are lined the kidney.

Consider the phrases of the campaign for a moment:

• "Culture is something that envelops everything," which basically means: "We have no fucking idea what is the culture: as shame, we do not know, or have known, nor probably ever get to know her. You only want to make clear that we, on behalf of the Ministry so groovy to us play, we go right to the saucepan and put us out of the canon where * ono.
• "This Christmas gift culture," or what is the same: "We've seen that people stop buying grassland crayfish or what is third, so we urge you imperatively the moral superiority that we have been granted, the average English citizen, to give us gifts this chilly little money to us and our buddies from the cocoon SGAE and everyone is made to call himself 'creator'.
• The third is the best of all: "Buy Internet culture is easier." This basically amounts to saying: "We have Contao that any pirates that plague Internet users who are low in cold blood our movies / songs / books as mega-Chachi with a simple click. Do please not be a pirate and pay for what you download. "Moreover, it is abundantly clear pa add the verb that matters most of all the cartel: BUY. Do not go thinking they say: read more listening to music, go to the movies. No. You say: PAYO, buy the shit that produces (or produce my friends and business associates). By joining the verb "buy" to "culture", make the latter acquires a very specific meaning that churn the stomach to Rimbaud and Verlaine (even more than the absinthe), and even Captain Alatriste: everything they do not buy, my friend, not acquire, in what you do not let the Euro, is not the culture that interests us and we are not going to worry about anything beyond what we fill their pockets.
  

while I am afraid and ashamed to have a minister of culture that has nothing do with what anyone would consider culture capitals, to lie to the poor composer Mozart and wallows in his grave, which to his credit include moralizing bodriacos for idiots like "Mentiras y gordas " ... In short, Cervantes makes to give hives and we will make it absolutely humiliating position as touch him leave home and report to the Europeans (which is of course also have its own, but seem to Sarkozy and Berlusconi minor ailments, so they have to non-compared to parental ignorance.) I do not want ministers of culture to think that Sara is a great painter Wizard and do not blush to say (and still climbing positions) Dona Sindescargas I do not want to receive the pin, to demonstrate its supine ignorance every time he opens his big mouth in public life salary of minister, democracy should not happen because anybody else who can read it just to be Minister of Culture. .. Damn! It seems illogical that a charge as serious as it sounds to be occupied without a minimal culture clowns (pun intended) damage our country, our culture, the image of women in high positions and makes the baby Jesus mourn , hala.