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One day before the last game of the championship, had agreed the meeting with the Clown Lugüercio in the mythical "Aguada" the center of La Plata. The three themes were woven into the conversation: the song recorded by the team the benefit of students, the war between neighbors Soldati, and something more fundamental: why that everyone is a fan of each team.

"You do not you choose, students will choose you" snapped the Clown, monastic scholar and yet despite being dressed in jogging training. Knowing he was going to bore you, I told for the umpteenth time how it was that I became a fan of Students: I was five, and was talking football with my old while she was sweeping the living, that was all. Below the words was the stupid desire to empathize with the anthropologist-football player, he stirred the crumbs from the tablecloth, and I continued my argument. The point is that had always been in the minority: the only fan in Primary, secondary, and the University, where in general they were all-or son-of Boca or River. "I think that, somehow, I formed," I said forcefully proposed. The Clown, and concede the point, he took the penguin to get something more than the house red. We

desserts. Lugüercio stared at a red and white flag that was in the back of the room, and, though no one spoke, nodding slightly. "The kids today are easily changed team. Yesterday I saw one of the Independent, the first in ten years. But if you're the Click not change." On TV TN incidents happening in the south of the city, as if it were a window to another world. The gendarmerie separated neighborhood groups. Most had T-River, Boca or San Lorenzo. "Like, what you say does not have much to do: Student Sabato was without any reason.

I changed the subject, and asked what he thought of what Soldati. The Clown stares at you when you race a political issue but got carried away coffees. We talked about models of country, defense of the national, to rethink certain barriers to immigration. While listening to the explosions on TV, I explained why they had disgraced the club " big. "he says, feeling superior condemn them to failure, and the only exception to this appears be the Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwhose real motor are neither Xavi or Iniesta, but the "need to highlight the superiority Catalan", and that which he asked the waiter a crème brûlée , of \u200b\u200bcourse absent in the bar. Then we talked about the delivery of San Lorenzo in the eighties, how Carrefour sold the stadium, and ended up moving to an area of \u200b\u200bBolivian villages. And meanwhile, I pointed out I, "the champion full equipped students had time to record a song and raise funds for hospitals. I assured him that mine was not xenophobia, but I refused to give anything for free to people. "This team should be an example because it is united, work, and all it costs. Nothing comes for free.
Lugüercio
never tells you you're right. But he still had a surprise. "I do not believe at all in that of the Mystic Copera" threw the Clown. "I believe in laburo every day I believe in children of other players who spend the genes (Veron, Galletti, Romeo, etc) and not talk too much with the press. I think the technicians almost speechless. That's why I never liked the Cholo Simeone, had a very high profile. "A young man passing overheard, and made the running DT gestito hopping to each goal. We laugh a little, and the Clown sank back into the depths of the bread crumbs.

the end, provide a game that came and went. I never asked what he was doing now, playing in Racing. Nor did predictions about who would champion the next day. But the list of desserts included crème brûlée , somewhat blurred.

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Nabokov is right, everything is yawn and forget. Julian Barnes, more here, also has coined that when life is one damn thing after another . And when appointments are overwhelmingly real, one not even use quotes. In contrast, barricaded against the end of the year, I still accumulating evidence against all these bright and safe itself, clear, almost in relief against the twilight of life. There

travel, a different sign. There was another City, another Caracas, and a decadent Cartagena, bound together by a 35C heat, but also to compensate Paris, and Madrid for averaging, two icy. In all these places, people were sure of their opinions, and I watched from the lobby of myself as doing to my soul that gesture Italic pile. But there was a defense against such uncertainty.

In a corner of Paris, opposite Notre-Dame is the Shakespeare & Co, a bookstore where Hemingway took refuge and where books were banned in the years 30. There, as elsewhere in Paris, the only certainty is the serene beauty of the shelves full of books, there is no proclamations, no high-sounding phrases, no need for moral superiority, business, face to face. From there I rescued a good Galactic Pot-Healer, of Philip Dick, another that he assumed it was a lot, which retells the story of the small and humble it be great. Another Keyser Soze, another Mule. The background in different branches of art are many.

What I mean is that one is already big to play the nihilist, and must accept that the world expects of a small uncertainties, and that perhaps, as in Dick's novel, what you do in various fields is more important than it seems. Although it can be to be rewritten this garbage, and throw me squarely in the procastinación and the fascination with my own insecurity.

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THESE VERSES

These verses demuerte, dying

carrion filled with loneliness crestfallen,

these verses that are steel white, muttering

the conclaves of silence

station blood staining of dead swallows.

These verses of mine, dirty and suicidal

full of metaphors picks,

inflated despair,

with rifles glimpses of fear,

well without these verses are

dying in the fog and heart ...

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Yanificación certainty and then unleashed

three aspects are intertwined these days, as these areas diabolical bad Sci-Fi film "Event Horizon ". The first area involves daily interaction with people. I am interested in changes in everyday language, and scored moved this list of items no particular order: the statements were replaced by "give" the hesitation on "Call it" excessively adjectival subject combined with tacit and all phrases acquire a double meaning - "This year I entered as much (race) girl me junction "-. I'm interested in something less distorting use of possessives, which reverses the burden of action ("I saw that movie?") And how they vocalize thirty women as bitches in heat, or operate as if the face of the soul should be reflected in the face. I despair, finally, the listless style of almost Chacalermo males, which carry the words and hawk, and say "m'tendés?" cool shoes are bought with little fingers, and left floating in the air uf his perpetual doubt, leave mom and emancipate the uf, thirty-seven.

In a second area, beyond the dialogue and the country Yan Fort there is a country where people are buried every other week in a swamp, to paranoiquear about the case and does not discuss the general case. A time to think and discuss in each building are smaller but significant battles fought: Neighbor 1 speaks of "safety" and that "in its list of priorities rats do not enter", but avoids the real problems of the consortium . Neighbor 2 is false artist, and shakes us all the time with rhythms ethnic improper on behalf of an art which I hope is not subsidized by a government lame. Neighbor 3 is recent husband every night pac, pac, pac staring crush the Milanese and tender while his wife watches TV ("Look, Romina Yan again") but he pac, pac, pac leaves the chicken and no finite told him he could ask for in trade a finer cut. In short, excessive yanificación the country is due to "expand the scope private mass media." And I just quoted myself, my self-proclaimed authority on the subject, with the strength of who flattened cutlets to make monthly intercourse. The phenomenon appears to be enhanced when the event is part of something we've seen since childhood, and that this "immerses us in a friendly match plural," and I did it again, I cited a second time. And when I'm talking about the third area, make a mental note I want to avoid that look contemptuous Business wielding passenger plane when it enters the mass to Economy. Actually, I find the middle ground: fear that the country Yanifique (so alone without reflective particles) to the unexpected death of a member of the cast of Roller Coaster, by case.

The third area is commendable, is that of a country that lives only in my imagination where my lifelong crusade absurd to make sense (Pamuk again?) crudely unrelated events. I guess the Clown Lugüercio frustrated football and marathoner and going to play a full equipped bombastic name as Sisley tank of Uruguay, and imagine the Clown revealed by the etymology of the name of your computer. Or maybe it's the Coke machine, as Argentina in its operation, as permeable to the second payment attempt despite the sign "no change", and traces the actions of a local developer who planned the details, perhaps forgetting a voice module to say "okay" at the persistence of the customer.

Or maybe when I hear the "Love Me Tender" by Elvis Presley in the tune of telephone answering, feel that this is an event with Mayor Adjacent Possible ball around (ELMBP), for those slightly more equal notes that result in a "píiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" unbearable. That should be the anthem of my country, one that had many tanks Sisley etymology unlikely to abolish its symbols, confess their uselessness, and to communicate to its citizens "Romina Yan no more, no more neighbors Take charge of you own, that we are going to some island in the Ionian Sea. "

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NAFRAUGIO

Naufrago in myself full of doubt and uncertainty evaporated
me in memories of the sea,
my despair faded freedom I never had
was blind, mad, sad, love yesterday.


I put on my notes, your laughter, your hands,
wrapped me alone ... as usual
've become has to be the same as always
a boat anchored in the memories and my solitude ...

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timid by the press and the decline racinguista averages in the table, my friend the Clown Lugüercio proposed venture into athletics sporadic while alternating their first division matches. It was an autumnal passion, as they all are. For some years his life made sense under a dictatorial Excel, ordering him miles and rhythms. The Clown obeyed and trained, complying with meekness the rigors of training. He believed in this Excel rather than their coaches, he believed, in short, would improve with age.

spent carefully for every disappointment possible in the life of the corridor. He soon discovered his lack of speed in the track events, with an insane conviction stated that his was the opposite, resistance, and turned to the mother of 42 km distance. Went further and found out about ultra marathons. Noted in the Spartathlon of 240km to leave months earlier. It is cooked slowly in hell of overtrained athletes, and began inventing intermediate distances where records have not improved. He confessed to his friends: "I am a record holder in the 12.5 km. Finally, enchapiteció.

What made him an example of co-Racing-and by reason of escarnoio Students of his friends-what further limited as a player, if such a thing was possible. He made the criticism suggesting Nabokov: yawn and forget. When he entered the second time clashed with rivals and tired quickly in the short sprints, running a neatly write your Excel as "past 50 meters with variable recovery." Was removed from campus and offered free loan to a dark club in Oruro, Bolivia. He told his intimates that he had "accepted the loan in order to train at altitude."

Some textbooks Physiology of Sport rescue decline curve that accompanies athletic this note. Laconically times obtained in Y-axis, years on the X axis Fast swing, slow decline and fierce disappointment, especially in the Clown is a metaphor for the decay athletic human being, and soulless racinguista epic. All our life is, finally, yawn and forget.

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What was it that said Julian Barnes? life was one damned thing after another ? Some of it I heard him say in his speech two years ago at the Malba. If today I went to see a discussion of writers, under the Filber , and I was guessing about the violent end of Madame Hair regentea the bar edge (library?) "Classical and Modern."

(The woman moves uneasily. Do not close the business. This book-loving people will not consume more than coffee. It is said, bitterly, what Filber closed at such a low price ... and above this Boca play hours, and I dropped the girls. And I have to speak, these writers all know why ... but the accommodation in the tables below and I look like a queen.)

She will accommodate the hair, while departe with girls aloud. But still in his Olguin, Cross and Pineiro, that of the countries. Because life is a cursed country after another. Cross was right: he spoke for five minutes of ghost writers throughout history. A writer who forgets himself for a moment: a novelty. I could not, I know I have pasta as a writer.

just above the volume of the madam ( why sushea me like that? ), on stage are still talking about books on order, such as prostitution, and crime. The analogy is happy: it could kill the madam, could become yet another promise unfulfilled rotting in jail, and instructs him to write the book Olguin. The script is easy: he did not know what type, if physical, if running marathoner, or if I should do marketing or business. Up wanted to write, look. had pasta. But it can not, because it ended up in jail, because the madam spoke much, and because life is one damn thing after another.

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The literary Madame Flanders wishes

In the stillness of the water and the centuries-old stone streets Flanders wishes. Stirred uneasily in this great backyard between France, Germany and England, weighs tensions that move through the centuries. Produces miracles as Bruges, but the marketing of the channels to drive Venice and the polder, the Netherlands. Supports world battles on the Somme, contains graves of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the beaches, opens chemical weapons Ypres, and reminds upsets neighbors, as in Waterloo. I witnessed occasional

. Instead of staying in the laboratory of Hasselt, I walk into a Porsche Carrera and drizzle in the evening from one extreme to another: Antwerp, Gent, and finally Halloween. The driver-techie guru I must explain life-I speak of Charles V and the Inquisition, of the Flemish and camera obscura, and why the French Wallonia is an unwanted burden. "They do not work at all", she says, and jump into the seat every time it rings on the woofers that new tech squall of "Pan." Belgium is a dream of springs, a need, a little gem and annoying embedded between the crowns of Europe. We

Bruges and I have time to go running through a forest and morning fog, and run into the van Kastel Tillegem , without a witness, not a presence. To my question, the hotel people asked "which castle?", Surprised, and my Belgian counterpart the insult: they are all uneducated immigrants. Belgian I tell the story of "The night watch ," the venerable King Crimson flamenco song inspired by the paintings of Rembrandt, and the unknown, but I retrueca over Ostend and Einstein by Solvay, and disparaging anecdotes of Carlos V. "I Would not speak English at all", whereas now almost all tourists are English, despite the crisis.

"So many years we here
Suffered Our country Racked with English wars Now
eat a chance to find ourselves And quiet
Reigns behind
Our doors We think about posterity again."

Then there are meetings, there is a stirring Excel, and there are beers in a secret order, while the Porsche wheel on the pavement and starts playing "Pan." People disappear into the sunset, terrified by the possibility of running out of dinner. Almost seems to hear the Fripp guitar solo at the end of the song, echoing against Belfort . Markets stone bridges and churches emerge from the fog floe is time. Flanders, in a way, expected.

"And so the pride of little men
The Burghers good and true
Still Living Through the painter's hand
Request you all to understand."

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And what if you go running through a forest south of Bruges, decent 10K hopes to complete by a road, is a perfect forest trails and eucalyptus in a fog morning, one finds the castle?

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High Tech Eternal


I can never sleep on airplanes, no matter what I do. This time was no exception. The four-hour stop in Barajas meant a return to a first world of signs, gestures and different customs, but the unexpected arrival at a destination was much more interesting.

Hasselt is a place full of unusual technology in Flanders. Flemish-speaking people as in Barcelona or in Quebec resistance passing through the language. Belgium is a country-buffer that separates the Netherlands from France and Germany, although more than a century later no one will feel Belgian, and instead say flamingos. People complain about the weather and rain, but the sides of the road are fields of eternal green cultivated.

From the top of a new-tech Radisson warns the cathedral ceiling and a religious fervor that makes it too easy a joke of Flanders and Flanders. Bloom around IT industries and Content. A hundred miles, in the Somme, are still echoes of both wars. Belgium has always been the backyard where the boys are fighting. Perhaps thinking about this, and identities in war, people drink beer with 10% alcohol. As I surrender to ritual, glimpsing Argentinas fragmented, with no room for beauty or for technology. Beyond the glass is still raining.

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About Journalist Day I want to show some small accidents that occur in news writing mainly in electronic and written media where it is more evident, see these news stories and see for yourself that the work of journalists is too large and delicate, as this is what you should not do in journalism.

The journalist and journalism in general should play a greater role in society and not just engage in yellow journalism as we have used some means. The sad that these are the advocates of "freedom of expression" in the country, and feel threatened by the criminalization of journalistic criticism and unfavorable at this point it is important to make several considerations in this regard. a) In El Salvador is abused too much of the so-called freedom of speech to say whatever nonsense without foundation, and is more accurate to say the debauchery of expression that the practice of journalism is irresponsible manner we see what is in the art. 191 of the penal code. "There are punishable unfavorable judgments of the political, literary, artistic, historical, scientific, religious or professional, or unfavorable ideas expressed by any means individuals in the exercise of the right of Freedom of Expression provided that in the way of proceeding does not demonstrate a purpose slanderous, libelous or attack on the privacy or image of a person.

Similarly, not punishable unfavorable judgments of the political, literary, artistic, historical, scientific, religious or professional or unfavorable ideas expressed or circulated by those who practice journalism with news, reports, investigative reports, articles, reviews, editorials, cartoons and general news stories, published in the media print, radio, television and computer, of duty to report, under the right information or the exercise of his office or function.

In any of the situations covered in the two preceding paragraphs, will not incur any criminal liability, the press, radio, television and computer in which publication of the opinions or ideas expressed before, neither the owners, directors, editors, managers of social media or program managers in their case. "

But what happens when in the media notes or opinions posted who slander, lie or slander that may still have privileges, and say what they want, but they only cite one example of what I'm saying was the case MIDES and Canadian companies solid waste but somehow remember all he said El Diario de Hoy in that case and who were taken first in the country to an owner of a media outlet to court.

Please journalists aware of their role in society and exercise of journalism in a dignified dignify their profession.

Happy Journalist Day.

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cadence of science fiction

Volume all related activities reading as my perfect cross absurd. Each of these events that surround them, bent at the edges of the agenda, almost tiring at times delayed or in odd places, have been deemed "unprofessional" by all mentor of Human Resources, those from whom you knew let go. That sabotage damn careful where Blackberry is thrown into the pit of his pocket, is the perfect escape.

This time it was a debate on Science and Literature in Eternal Cadence, led by Diego Golombek and Martin Hadis, in the intimacy of a living room with moon including through the glass roof. There was no more than ten people, if I include three minitas they knew to be late. Enumerate topics: Oliver Sacks and his wife, hat, Borges and false credibility, the memory of Funes, the ships of the Raman Clark, the children's fiction and Ebly Volpi, the links between fiction and science, the papers well-written, absurd anthropomorphic beings need in Sci-Fi, and the scientific basis for Memento and moments of epiphany.

I kept thinking I need the wire. Maybe that, my search for meaning (what Pamuk, at Saer) might serve to summarize. While studying physics was understood without friction, almost wishing that Science was easy, and you can not. Supposed to understand everything in a blink was a kind of magic we were not allowed, and that there should be a precise meaning. Now, when I read or write, I see that everyone follows what may or what he wants. And if I were to propose an exercise in Sci-Fi, I would very homely, non-linear adding a spark to a banal situation in Burzaco. As I write a bit discouraged me realize that this did Bioy Casares, between women and tennis matches, almost reluctantly.

I went home and looked at the shelf where piles Nacional B sci-fi: the Le Guin, the Bester, the Farmer, the early bird Dick, Gene Wolfe's latest. In the middle rack up the triumvirate ruling Clark, Asimov and Bradbury, with intermediate and undisciplined firing. I wonder if they have felt the need to escape the ravines of fiction, not necessarily with Martians hooting, and what have they done with their own need for meaning.

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came with a new gospel,

put the note hanging

about rain

; of the steps.

draw my hands on your chest

and we looked

and construct seconds perfect.

You left in my bed wearing underwear

I made love with a caress

and together at dawn

woke up naked

dancing on the rain in the afternoon.

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After exhausting "Don Giovanni " for three hours last night, fifteen of which have not yet gotten past that, they mature sensations. I love to be back to visit the Teatro Colón, which otherwise is playing at being tourists in the city itself. But I did not enjoy the work, and while they were taking turns foot cramps, by the narrowness of the enclosure, and multiple contractures in his neck and back, I went down myself to look around some people close, well worthy of being on stage.

behind our seats, a row of men standing. On the next floor, he repeated the line, but women. Preconciliar code governing this order to avoid unnecessary touching, the usher told me later. During the intermission I escaped downstairs to stretch your legs. Tucumán street was deserted and quite cold under the moonlight. Looking to the palace lit courts, the feeling was of being in the first world, which was quickly tempered by the crowd fleeing in a group of French, cursing in different languages. Going up for the second act I lingered in cafes floors successive, as opposed to the descent into the hell of Dante, as were disappearing up the "tuxedos" and appeared interesting people-whether it is the adjective. Rung by rung, the keen observer would have collected a good synthesis of Argentina society, from an oligarchy to an intelligentsia deadpan kitsch, yet something's gaze.

I return with my memory to the stage. Attitudes will be expected of players, that gesture clearly conveyed the seventeenth century? Will the reiteration of musical phrases, such dialogues-it-Pimpernel? Or was the discomfort of the seat? All this was capped by the aria "Dalla sua pace" (end of first act) and the incredible note of Hugo Becaccece about Lorenzo da Ponte, the writer of Don Giovanni, which concludes with regard to this descent into the underworld opertísticos. Dear reader, leave this blog and conclude your turn your adventure, going directly to the reading this note.

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The slow ebb

pale, wintry light rain after pacing with the wind in off the streets and predicts that the next few days will be spectral. Since I see some old bar with faltering steps, carrying briefcases Augusti, and carrying their last belongings to a next destination and set: just a few blocks, only a few months. Around me, the activity slowly reborn, only in the worst season possible.

The team left out of the world, and yet we are not in this, we were not immune. We have shed more than the claim to the title: we have removed the excuse for our immobility. As jellyfish sucked unexpected water flow, lead us to a sea wave unwanted outside. With one tug sailed to our destination. We will no longer be given the quiet miracle of procastinación.

ship mails, we coffee, we have meetings. But everything is artificial. Not us we move, is the fluid that surrounds us. If you do not mean an effort needs would make public that all theories the ether are, somehow, true. And when you press that send this post to that other medium that is the Web, my index is not the actor, not my will, the author behind the curtain. Be a mere tentacle stirred under vacuum which causes this World Cup, then vacuum, and the winter road, and the contemplation of the old.

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post World Cup South Africa 2010, Cordwainer Smith and Peter Mair

World Cup The Nailers are good memories. May seem to escape, generators chauvinism, or triggers consumer LCDs. But memories are used to systematically screwing isolated bursts nostalgia piled four situations years. No one can criticize them in this direction, or at least no more than a memory pills. But life goes on.

I probably remember this World Cup not so much from my conversations with the Clown Lugüercio-a staunch advocate of Veron-or my animosity against Maradona Religion, more talented advocate of the effort. Rather, I'll remember from my readings interspersed by Cordwainer Smith and Peter Mair, who just look at how good they are their books.

Smith In one corner, with a sci-fi but effective Berreta sixties, talking about space as the top-Out, human machines who decide to fight Pain Space and distant future where the instrumentality controls everything. In the other the amazing "Salvatierra" in Mair, with its dreamlike landscapes and coastal reading of the son of the father through the years, discovering a painting in kilometers, and the slow trasncurre neglect that work. Cordwainer is positivist, imaginative, believes in the future and to outline the SMS half a century before that the Observer write on their slates, "Pr RVF QRD" is sensed as "darling please." Mair instead as the river flows into the past, revels in the abandonment and desided Argentine provincial landscape, and avoid the dialogs in the main character, mute, barely able to communicate across the lines of his painting.

Cordwainer Smith says: "The gray eyes looked at Helen and compassionate, and he was now and not she who dominated the situation. Helen looked into the eyes. Those eyes had been open for forty years in almost complete darkness of the tiny cabin. Weak boards had come to shine as bright as blazing suns, hurting the retinas tired before he could take his eyes (...) Occasionally he had watched the black void, and had seen there the images of the boards, light black to dark black, while the miles of candles absorbing the momentum of light and accelerated the ship in an ocean of unfathomable silence. " And he answers Mairal

: "Salvatierra began painting after my sister in a less painful, muffled, as if asleep, purified by the river, a warm water Ofelia cloudy. Salvatierra had wanted to paint the power of the river in its material, and the river had asked him to change his twelve year old daughter. The river carried it slowly but relentlessly, but he could stop him. And so he painted it: Estela drowned in the backwater of the willows, Estela between monstrous fish, his hair tangled in the reeds on the edge, her dress heavy eyelids in the current calm, Estela barely visible beneath the surface, between reflection water clouds. "

Finally, we are spectators. Procastinamos Often, we waited to knowingly avoid decide and take refuge in football or in a book, sometimes in vain if it is better than that. I share this delusion, but I prefer to go further, and I have a vision. Imagine a cult of worship hooligan entering the Ellis Park to the cry of "See the World / and read to Mair, gaining access, without tickets, clear-seeking hooligans in their path, and desagarrando copies of" The Game of Rat and Dragon "by Smith, with a stupid nationalism, amid the wail of the vuvuzelas.