Monday, May 11, 2009

Can I Hack My Sim Card

The classic surf


regard to party, not much to say, was a draw, Newell's had his chances, not exploited, Central and carelessness, without much idea, but with heart, managed to tie it. It salvaged a tie, not to celebrate as do cousins. Useless because the game bad for the hosts painted by Michelangelo. But what interests me is the issue of violence and swollen visitors, local or Mars:
Much has been made in the week whether he could play or not the classic, if I was going to be a war, there would be insurance problems that the leaders are irresponsible, blah blah blah ... Usandizaga's decision may be taken as "unfriendly" or whatever you call it, by giving himself as coming relations with Newell's. However, at no time disrespected Llorente, and did nothing illegal, rather than meet the demands of its own members (or even their fans).
During the match was found that the problem entries are not more or less, but people. There are a lot of bullshit in some heads, and I include myself in this madness. After the game fans smashed lepers bathrooms, seats and all they had on hand, and this is something that is happening every time you come to the Giant. Remember the destruction of the front of the headquarters of Mitre Street in the week. So I wonder ... How long we will have to bank this? What the savage break and pay everything else? Either of 2 swollen, eh! What the city is held captive by a football game for 24 hours? We all know that Rosario so. That there can be classic summer because it is for kilombo. Then come forward to say "And, without visiting fans, no folklore" is true ... but how to separate the "folklore" of violence? Go to explain it to one of those fanatics who scream hung from a paravalanchas ... I see no other solution, unless they want to continue paying for the folly of these patients. You can not finish a classic without any problems. We can not handle the classic, our own classic. We got out of hand. We can not, or do not want to. What do we do? We are accepting as normal, that's the worst of all ... We all know you have to exclude violent football. But many react non-violently and bars. This is not easy, is the product of a sick society of violence and stupidity. It's something that can not handle. What a shame, really, what a shame for football ...

Thursday, May 7, 2009

What Does The Average Fashion Model Weigh?

Differences


In the previous classic, it occurred to me to bring up a text by Elvio Gandolfo, I read some time ago. Gandolfo is a writer born in Rosario, Newell's swell to be more precise, and in this story that the title "The Visitor" leaves impression of what is to be a fan of Newell's and its differences with the Central. My intention is not to criticize, but to the contrary, I think you're right: I think that explains very well the characteristics each other. See for yourself ...
At first clarifies that, " in his family were all Nübel, and no arm more for lunch mess, he also was " full proof of the conviction that drove him to swell by "Nübel" as he calls it. However, after clarifying that "at this point acknowledge that Nuls'm not only not to make lunches mess." Thank goodness.
Then Elvio refers to the names of the clubs. Nübel says is actually " Newell's Old Boys, in English, of course, abbreviated to Nübel or Nuls ." A foreign name of Gandolfo which seems to boast, especially for its originality, because after speaking of Central, consider "beating" which he named the club because " the name of the city alone will adit that" Central "that costs associated with an attempt to win every advance "in his words. Gandolfo, or you can not or will not know, actually that was not the original name of the club and that was the result of a referral, a "creolization" suffered by the original name because it was a railway workers' club , hence came the name "Central": the "Central Argentino." "Creolization" in "Nübel" never happened, of course. More than an attempt to win in advance, I think it is an identification with the city very strong, but maybe it was unconscious at first, was consolidated with time and expressed the need to change the name into the "Creole." There seems to have happened the same with Newell's, which retains its English name without reference to their hometown. Differences
After referring to the better-known and etymology of the nicknames: "lepers" and "rogue." The Newell's agreed to play a benefit match for a leper and not Central. There is another lesser known story that when the boys has passed Central at the door of the school of Don Newell, shouted "lepers" as the high walls surrounding the school gave the impression that it was a leper. From inside, they responded: Scoundrels! Such was the closed and elitist who played football indoors, in an English school. Differences.
Then it is also the subject of colors: Gandolfo stated that "... hates the blue and yellow egg " I think it's clear ... but goes on to say: "... except that they are in place: a poster, an amusement park, a circus " And he's right: they are bright colors, is the carnival, the popular expression, people in the street , expressing their joy. That is Central. Don Isaac Newell instead opted for red, one of the colors of the English flag, and black, the German flag, nationality of his wife. More differences.
The writer explains that "... I was going to visit in the last two or three years often Rosario ..." and that "... I started coming more and therefore to soak, while be a visitor. " Exactly this is the title of the story: "The Visitor." But Gandolfo has more examples: speaking of Marcelo Bielsa, idol leper, whom he calls "the prophet." And on it he says: "For years , as appropriate, the prophet living in exile, not in their land, your city. "Speaking of idols continues:" Pleasure, for example, to imagine that old movie of Maradona playing as a kid, kneading, stirring, stroking, gay, t-shirt Nübel, implemented by computer, without fake things too much, because red and black were waiting away, without pressure, without insisting too much past years and detours . "These are the idols of Newell's. Ídolos distant, you have to imagine computer-distant and that little or nothing to do with the history of the city. Shooting originate, pass and go. There is another great writer, Roberto Fontanarrosa, also from Rosario, he was a fan of Central and never wanted to go to Rosario. There are other idols "rogue" as Aldo Poy and Don Angel Tulio Zof: Poy took refuge on the island not to leave Rosario, and Central. And Zof, was directed to 77 years and was declared illustrious citizen. " Differences.
But again, this is not a criticism, Gandolfo is still right: he says that at the time of Bielsa when Newell's won championships, " turned around the swollen ": the poor masses who came north to work in the boom Construction of Rosario, Newell's were made by the subtle rejection of scoundrels, too native, Rosario too. He explains: "there began to be two hooligans. "More differences.
Finally, Gandolfo asked if there could be no Newell's Central: " ... one might wonder whether there would be central in the absence of the lepers as a challenge, as a quarrel way of life so different, a life that includes the ability to exist without Central . "Here I think that is all that is wrong. Central is not just prior to Newell's by a point foundation. It is because naturally so: Central always pioneered. First team inside the country to win a local tournament, first team inside the country to win an international tournament, most traditional cattle, a global Arroyito played ...
Between Central and Newell's no difference, clearly. Gandolfo knows. There are two paths in Rosario. It is clear what is and what it represents one another. I live to be proud of Rosario ... and Central!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Getting More Out Of My Straight Six

The show must go on ... Examining Piacentini



I no longer understand anything else
've been watching the news and my head

unhinged he goes to the silliness ... Nacha Guevara
"Deputy?

seems to be committed but not the popular vote
to have come from things strangled

good slap for a sinking ship

It seems a bit exaggerated
fetching the Calabró and the Boca
Who the fuck is that rate?
this strategy has already been used with pathetic results

there are Palito and Riki Maravilla Carlo
were the two chips
continue screwing with the artists using their fame
lists political creating bogus


Some things sound crazy
if
Palermo Hollywood would vote Obama and the 'black' Don Nestor
Who do you vote? "Susana Giménez
or Tota?
is even worse than before the constant threat

or Don "K" or the precipice without waste

tightening and the hostages are voters

Sunday, May 3, 2009

What To Write In A Best Friends Wedding Card





The door creaked open that betrayed the clear lack of oil on the hinges. It is known that the budgets for public universities are often not often very generous. The teacher placed the glasses that hung on his chest without even contemplating the crowd of students waiting their turn in the crowded hall. This attitude of intransigence was the fruit of weariness and annoyance that produced the routine examination. He had learned to take the class taught in a more relaxed, for a while, but tests were something that had not yet been overcome. Sometimes it looked overwhelmed by the behavior of young people, deprived him of his humor. From time to though some light is shipped with an interesting exhibition, but most were mediocre students who simply know what is right and necessary, and repeated the tedious lessons with mechanisms that closer to a Olivetti ET 60, the human race. Of course there were the unbearable, indescribable geeks who had answers to all questions and had studied even the most remote readings, those that students "normal" dismiss for lack of time or interest.
Finally, with the glasses on, searched for the last time the list and called aloud, Piacentini! The man in question appeared from the crowd, asking permission, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, makes perfect sense in an instance of this type for any mortal. She presented with a "Yes, it's me" and the teacher down the lens with your index finger from the basin of his eyes toward the nose, looked with some disdain humanity Piacentini and invited him to enter, tacitly , with glasses still on his right hand, extended, indicating the room while it urged: "Please ..." Piacentini
appeared to be a regular student, it might not be a ball, but probably not going to repeat his test as a talking parrot. Surely there was gone too far in the investigation of the issues, but seemed to understand well. The typical voltage at the beginning of any test is diluted and the professor began to feel comfortable. Identified at some point with Piacentini, as he reminded himself in his student days, when he thought of becoming a successful professional. After the frustration of not getting a steady job led him to become a teacher. No disliked the task, except for exams, but neither was what I wanted. Anyway, it was too late to change.
The test went quite well and the teacher began to feel curious about the lives of youth. Then in a moment yawned the pupil and the teacher took the opportunity to investigate a little about his private life:
- slept little last night? - Asked. Piacentini, surprised, hesitated to respond. Not imagine such a question.
- If so - replied.
- Aha. Was studying late, then? - Insisted the teacher, who does not like things. A Piacentini it was very strange situation, but was quickly gain confidence, and bearing in mind that the review was pretty good, felt comfortable and took off his truth:
- Not really ...
- And then? - Pry, even more, the teacher.
- Well ... the truth is that I was at a family birthday ... could not miss, and well ... you. watched as it is, always end up later than you think ... - defended Piacentini.
"Ah, a family birthday, I understand ..." And who was the guest of honor, if I may ask? - Inquired the teacher in an amazing level of confidence, but with respect.
-Ehmm ... - Piacentini took the face to simulate fatigue and finally concluded: - My uncle, yes, my uncle Mario, brother of my mother ...
"Oh, okay ... sure, no? Are not you lying? - The professor's eyes narrowed as a pair of shelled peanuts, trying to dig deep in the soul of Piacentini, with just a glance. This could not prevent it from escaping the grimace of a smile and even at the risk of knowing I was doing something "politically incorrect", became incredibly confident and length:
- No, sorry, it really was a birthday, but was not my uncle, but a friend ...
"Oh, I see ... - the teacher replied, undeterred.
"If it really is a great friend and did not want to miss, I tried to leave early, but you. know ... - again to shield Piacentini.
"Yes, yes ... I know it is - said the professor. "I once I was a student. Well, do not laugh ... a long time already ...
"Sure, I guess
- What do you envision? - Required the teacher.
"No, that ... was also a student you ever ...
" Oh, of course. Yes it is ... but it was not like ... - Piacentini, which seemed silly at times, but it was not, began to sense that the teacher had been nostalgic for some strange reason he had chosen to make the listener must of its anecdotes student. Without knowing quite what to expect, he set out to try to give it more attention, since the assessment was not yet finished and wanted to drop you as sympathetic as possible, in order to secure the note.
"Now you have the possibility of getting every weekend with their families ... ...
" Yes ... well, like I'm from here - Piacentini said.
"Never mind, I do not. - The teacher said, abruptly.
"And many of your colleagues either, surely. - Piacentini felt he had gotten the shrimp and called silence. "When I was your age ... - continued the professor I had who works to study. Laburo boy in the White Choperia, ask your old man, surely the need to know. I think there is still ... - The student nodded. "I, Godek back to my village, I had to wait months! "And look that is not so far, eh? But it was different ... we had to hitchhike to bring you ... the groups were few and expensive. - Piacentini sensed some resentment in the story, but the teacher continued:
"Now I hear they party on Thursday, rocks ... on Thursdays! We are lucky we went out on Saturday if we had to work ... And the study, well, that's another topic ... now have photocopying ... in my day, I had to go into the library to make summaries! - The teacher raised student voice and began to feel uncomfortable.
"And then some complain that the literature is over, say ... Too much! - The teacher got up from his chair and began to walk through the empty room, confused. Piacentini watched with some fear.
- Do You Know bancarte what was that? - Asked the student, but he dared not answer, thought was one of those questions are not answered, just shut up. The teacher and looked at him, just watching through the window. Suddenly, it seemed to calm down and took a seat on the back leaning slightly forward. But suddenly exploded, kicking the side chair and shouted:
- They do not have the slightest fucking idea what to study! - Piacentini was stunned. I could not believe how the situation had degenerated. He thought about trying to calm him, but did not know enough and the man seemed angry. Quickly realized that this was someone who had suffered greatly. But he continued:
- Do you know what happens Piacentini? - Approached the student, pointing repeatedly in the chest with his forefinger, he said: "The fault lies with the parents ... give them all: the dept, the money for the trip, the notes, the pilchita, send them cakes , some even have a car! So spoil, man ... the effort is not worth a damn ... not worth a damn ... - now seemed calm, as the crowd who thronged outside, waiting, watching in amazement. Piacentini waved them that everything was fine, as in those bad movies where the good guy Yankee takes a slap and then everyone wants to come to his defense, but he stops and makes them understand that the question, is there on "personal" and that it manages itself. Piacentini realized that I had to play along.
"Professor, do not go well, you're right ... times change, and not like it ... - the professor was silent, looking to the blackboard, her back to evaluated, nodding. Piacentini knew she had to continue. "Today it is very difficult, children are overstimulated by a bunch of things: drugs, easy money, easy sex, gambling, internet ... is a truly evil ... evil ..." Very
- replied the professor. "That's why you have to work ...
" It's true, look ... I want to tell you, with all respect, I admire your work. Yours and all the teachers in this school ... is really a very important social function to meet you ... - Piacentini was doing well to pass.
-Yo Piacentini thank you, you ... I like - the teacher again you treat it as if its senses after being transformed into Mr. Hyde a while. "If I knew how hard it is sometimes ... - answered as resigned.
"I guess, a professor, I suppose ... - Piacentini nodded understanding.
The teacher resumed his seat and quietly but without hesitation note Piacentini settled, first in his notebook and then in the list. Just had finished, she handed him and said, almost without looking ... "You can go
Piacentini, very well ... I congratulate you.
"Thank you, professor, until then ... - Piacentini rose from the bench and headed for the door without looking at the note. When I went to turn the handle, the teacher called him "... Ehm ... Piacentini
... - required him doubtfully.
"If ...?
"To the rock that you put together the Thursday night ... Do I have to take early? - The teacher asked, curious but firmly, something inexperienced.
-Prof ... to you is free ... - Piacentini winked and left. In his book and had the first 10 of his career. It would also be unique.