Saturday, March 26, 2011

Make Arm Warmers From Stockings

The costruction be 446 million to the Social Segurancia

The forestay OF CONSTRUCTION apruz by Tolosa Requeixo of the English crisis. More Aportóu d'un million jobs and quasi desaniciaos 100000 trabayu companies. You love, agachúpase three on the morosidá medru bank. Ensino the sapazu of lladrillu, tari encesu recovery. The sous efeutos
chegorun to Social Segurancia, which debe'l 26% of 1.714 billion euros d'atrasiaos that estitutu púbricu nu l'had Twine 2010. Eileen suppose costructoras property and owe a total depth of 446 million. Javier
Aibar, direutor Tesourería xeneral of the Social Segurancia, esprica that tien an efeutu costruction "d'drag", pol sere'l sake of bona engine of n'España manufacturing. We asítianse Pagu deferrals, three on lladrillu, hotels Ya'la comerciu retail.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Recurring Deposit Formula Manual

Difference between Artist and Creator

- Why do you write? I asked a boy about nine years during a presentation of my book "In the chronicle of our legs" in a municipal library. The child belonged to a group of young readers who had organized the teacher Manuel Oviedo in my city.

- Why am I writing? "I said to the boy of curious noses and eyes hungry and I kept thinking for a moment trying to give an answer to a nine year old boy could understand. "I write because through writing I can become many things. I can be what I want to be through the characters I invent. I can be an astronaut, cowboy, milk, robot, wizard, dinosaur, father, grandfather, President, drunkards, thieves, wise. Virtually anything that pleases me no need to make it happen, here in my head.

the boy's eyes lit deployed a twisted smile full of sarcasm that only a man who is over thirty-some can handle and I asked well, the chile:

-So ... Did you want to be a whore?

All present laughed as I wore a deep red to discover that this child had read with interest the story I'm most proud of the book "Diary of a very decent whore."

Damn! What could respond to a child of these times after load of a wound? Bastard kid, I wanted to say, but only managed to laugh like an idiot more than nerves of grace.

Why write? I still think even now after nearly four years. The answers to the questions of life evolve over time. Now I think I write because through the letters I have the opportunity to understand, love and enjoy my life more. Is not the same things and let them live in the memory and let them experience things on paper. It always amazes me what I wrote years ago and makes me remember things that never could have so easily remembered that through my writing. No wonder the Twitter and Facebook have been so successful. Leave evidence, albeit electronically, so "we think" or "we are doing," is delicious and let us enjoy our day to day as if it was caught on a handrail when the stairs are slippery.

write because as a writer is the god of their own worlds. I can create many characters, take it out of my misery and hardship to them and then reward them for allowing me to project my ideology, my angels and my demons in them.

write because through writing becomes a generator of change. But not so arrogant to believe me, I talk about internal changes. When I write I'm going to shape my life as if it were a sculpture and I'm changing myself, I expanded my horizons and my prospects. It makes me see things differently, with different approaches and then change and I expand. And from that individual change is when writing becomes in a very big responsibility because, if a man reads and gets the message you want to convey, you can generate a change in her. And that change, but not direct responsibility if a clash of two billiard balls, the inertia change. But it does not end now if I were to count the number of authors I read during my life that in some way or another have influenced me, generating extremely important changes in the development of my own life story.

However, I go through life with the stupid flag will generate change. Write with that in mind would be pretty boring. When writing I change, and who inter changed to something I write is entirely up to who reads me. I am only responsible for myself. Sometimes, as I write, appear to give advice. But I never give advice, they are actually for myself. As you can see, writing is a fairly selfish, as is any other creative expression, "a connect with oneself."

The same happens when I say I write for fun. He is my best hobby. Not only do I relax and spend time if I'm creating something. For me the time I spend leisure without the use of creativity makes me a loss. And then I entertain. And so, who entertained reading what I write is just a consequence of what fun it is for me to write.

There are many people who write, he feels he is the last coca desert, intelligentsia and swell with pride and live in a cloud of seeing other men as if they need from their novels, written and poetry to survive. Become a reverend divas themselves. And they are not enshrined as García Márquez and Benedetti, Poniatowkza or Cortázar, yes they would be with them and I think even they do. And it only happens with the writers, but with the dancers, the singers, the painting, the acting and all that relate in some way with the art. What roe! No? I've always said that one thing is being an artist and another thing to be creative. The artist feeds his ego and the operator of his creations. The artist relies on people that admire you, of being treated well, that will put flowers and carpets because it is an artist. The creator does not depend only on their own creations. It does not matter if you revere or disown him. The artist is usually sucker, uncompromising. The operator had better mother.

why I think the creator and operator live with people, are like people, look around, do not want special treatment. He loves what he does not love what he does what he does. The artist usually thinks which makes people a favor by running his art, as well as a rich man would feed a starving: "See me dance, it is dance, motherfucker." "Listen, this is music, educate yourself." This is Professor of action, no blowjobs, learn leg cracked. " "This is high literature, for people of an appropriate intellectual level, or Capulinita Condorito not." The creator yet shared. Share what you believe. There will be people who like it, there will be people who will not. Some would say "You are not technical, you have no grace, were not at the school of arts, or singing, or painting, but that the operator I do not care. When you share, the reaction of the other do not care. It is sharing, not a cheap barter where it seems that I share and then I hope I praise and blame me flowers, right?

Within the circle of artists with each other to pieces. I have not yet met a musician that pests do not tell your partner, or a painter who does not say in attitude stretched with the finger to head, "OK, but his technique is very poor." I have not met anyone who does not say "Then you write nice, but you lack." Moreover, when I shared my songs no shortage of people with the most bloated size of Lolita Cortes I say "better devote yourself to sell books."

Within the circle of artists, however, appreciate the art that gives the other person as he is. Point. It is an artistic expression. It's a sentimental speech. It is a personal expression. It need not be rules, not have to come to give someone else chair (and usually are those who criticize and lecture are themselves incapable of running any art form but are afraid to give his opinion with such bad taste to be viewed as all a connoisseurs.) You do not have what you want to make yours is another. Just watch and admire what you see as it is. You can like it or not, but that's personal anger, not the creator.

The artist demand requirements are usually out of himself and his own talent. For example, a good dancer, where she dances and has a three-dimensional scene with lights chingón and digital stereo sound with screens on all sides or a poor village with a loft of stereo Elektra, their implementation must be exactly the same. Whether you have a dressing room with air conditioning and private bath or a thatched roof tiles on the roof and toilet outdoors, on stage their art remains art. But unfortunately, the artist feels he can not hide his lack of capacity if no external muletitas support it.

The artist just does something, it goes to a brick and get dizzy. I can say that the operator can accomplish things, but what is raised is his creation, so it never feels dizzy from the heights.

Working in the Cultural Center of Matehuala I usually dealt with "artists" of which I speak. Once during a show, I had to deal with a dancer so bloated that it seemed he had thrown yeast. It was a sucker. When I greeted him with his hand left me tight and when he saw our stage scornfully said "Is that where we act?! "No, asshole, at Madison Square Garden in Matehuala, stupid." I imagined saying. "Of course there." When he saw the trailer they used as artists' dressing room that had been the previous days, said the site was not appropriate, it was dirty, there was no ventilation, which had no dressing rooms for men and another for women. I said "Mija, in dance all are women, believe me, why separate them, then?" He looked at me with a sneer that I have neither given nor the worst of my bad love affair and refused to act. Harto its intransigence said, "Look, this is what you get, you should be accustomed to act in county fairs such as this, here is a village. Did you notice? Jelou, planet earth! Yesterday was presented a group of thirty dancers and their art professionally executed without flinching, they changed clothes outdoors and amazed people with their dances. You are seven. What is the problem? "Total that pique the pride and final act. The woman could not control his dancers who were throwing boyfriend and playing basketball without the slightest discipline, it took an hour to leave after the announced time and when they left their execution was the most boring, people began to leave after fifteen minutes into his presentation. See what I mean? I respect his work, I know I had a lot of technique, they were the best contemporary dancers in the capital San Luis, the woman is having a great experience ... but what about the public? They do not broadcast anything, so they left. What good is art if so in the end you are not conveying the passion of your art? The worst thing so what's the use demand?

Another kind of artists use to culture and its supporters as hostages. Artists such as the need to promote, I have to give money to undo and redo, I have to pay this and that, I have to approve the projects just because "I am an artist and I have great career." And use the resource that is assigned to believing the only culture. "Gimme, gimme, gimme" is their motto and if you do not get angry and criticize fanned periodicazos and who would touch distribute resource. The creator, who really believes, things will fall as if by their creations. Without being a friend to anyone, without having to stalk through slander anyone, without raising his eyebrow and say "support me because I am an artist," without having to be in favor with anyone. The operator will seek him out and say ... "What you cheer for?" A example is my friend Mercedes Aquino with his exhibition "From the skylight" will go on tour across the state of San Luis Potosi. Simple as it is, is great because his art speaks for her. No calls, no demands, does not feel the last coca wilderness lies in his art, period, else falls alone.

wish I had more artists than artists. It would transform the culture in Mexico. Hopefully the word artist disappeared one day from the dictionaries and the attitudes of running any branch of art and for that matter any other profession. So I'm always thinking about why I do. Why write? Why design? Why I like to write and sing? Why do I do? What do you do good or bad, whether recognized or not, when questioned because it gets to my original point that brought me to do what I do:

For the sake of it. For the passion to do so. And nothing else.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Mavis Beacon Typing Cheats

Xunión Mallorquina escamudare

The direición d'UM, partíu ñacionaliegu d'Isllas Balearic disolvese Tomou the decision of the garment dispuéis dous ex-senior officials, one of whom quedóu in Llibert ENSIN charged. The partíu ñacíu in 1983 repollecer asina any col nome of Converxencia polas Baleares Isllas p'aprexentase yá nas ellecciones of 22-M. The leader d'
The UM, Josep Melià care qu'aquestas several centuries as "creminalizadas and estimatizadas" postreiros llíderes protocols (Maria Antonia Munar and Miquel Nadal) imputaos and outside training. A eill añédense Cristina Cerda foi d'mayor of Palma lieutenant, charged pol casu "Picnic." L'
monecipal earlier Natura coordinator of Palma, Paula Cortes, Tamié declarióu ante'l xuez, and a more UCEN preson, among middle managers and entrepreneurs d'UM averaos to partíu, Foron stuck. For poucu fora is the training headquarters for a xuez foi rexistrada dous and prosecutors.