<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28089321</id><updated>2012-01-14T11:11:19.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I know the pieces fit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-know-the-pieces-fit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28089321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-know-the-pieces-fit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fourtysixand2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002092197636693643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28089321.post-114770806622060392</id><published>2006-05-15T16:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:52:06.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>puta tinta/fucking ink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img482.imageshack.us/img482/446/sinttulo11kp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img482.imageshack.us/img482/446/sinttulo11kp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veamos... todo el día de hoy transcurrio sin anormalidades trascendentes. Orgullosamente me desperte esta mañana a las 7 a.m despues de una noche de por lo menos cuatro o cinco sueños diferentes, cada cual mas absurdo que el otro (dentro de lo absurdo que pueden ser mis sueños). Comi mi desayuno escualido mientras la television me ladraba que las temperaturas hoy iban a subir... que buena noticia (sarcasmo). Medite unos instantes sobre si ducharme o no y gozar nuevamente de las ventajas de tener el pelo corto. Finalmente me  decantante por la opcion B, ya que no tengo mayor temor social que "oler mal", y me duche cual digno ser humano de esta épcoa globalizada y marcada por crisis internacionales caricaturescas. Me encamine hacia el templo del conocimiento y sufrimiento supremo (a.k.a universidad)  despues de haber hecho el checkeo correspondiente de equipaje: bolso ok, comida ok, cigarrillos ok, 3 kilos de libros ok, actitud rebelde y despreocupada demostrada en la ropa ok, gafas ok, gafas 2 ok; todo listo... sistema de controles en orden. Aborde el bus, como todas las mañanas y una vez mas me dirigi en silencio con el resto de corderos qe me rodean cada mañana. Algunas caras ya resultan familiares, tener la misma rutina cinco de los siete días de la semana te hace conocer "amigos mudos"; es decir gente a la que conoces solamente de vista y por mas de que les ves la cara todos los dias habiles no les decis ni pio... "amigos mudos"... que ingenioso soy (sarcasmo dos). Resumiendo, llegue a la biblioteca sobre las 9, llevaba un timing impecable. Habiendo tomado el cafe reglamentario de 0.40 € me puse manos a la obra. Calleron uno, dos y hasta TRES temas de derecho penal! In-cre-i-ble! Una mañana récord! Paso el mediodía y comi comida, hasta aca todo bien. Ahora... me pongo a pasar D.I.P y noto algo extraño. El trazo de tinta del objeto con el que estoy escribiendo comienza a fallar; cada vez es mas gris que negro. Alarma social!, me estoy quedando sin tinta! Dios nos ampare! que ocurrira ahora!. Que hago? Que hago por Dios? Comprar otra? Imposible, no hay efectivo suficiente... Pedir una? Mas imposible... no conozco a nadie alrrededor de 4 metros cuadrados de biblioteca y pedir una a un/una extrañ@ sería una falta de etica moral!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, cortemos la estupidez... se me jodio el dia por haberme quedado sin tinta en el medio de un día maravillosamente productivo, una mierda. Espero que mañana no me joda el dia una insuficiencia cardio-respiratoria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(equisdé)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let´s see… today passed by without important abnormalitys. I proudly woke up this morning at 7 a.m after a night where I had at least four different dreams, each more stupid than the other (within the absurd thing that can be my dreams). I ate my breakfast while the television barked to me that the temperatures today were going to raise… that the good news (sarcasm). I Meditated on if was going to take a shower or not and enjoy again the advantages to have the short hair. Finally I chose the B option, since I do not have a greater social fear than “smell odd”, and took the shower as valuable human of this times. I headed to the temple of supreme knowledge and  suffering (a.k.a university) after checking the corresponding luggage: purse ok, food ok, cigarettes ok, 3 kilos of books ok, rebellious attitude ok, glasses ok,  second glasses ok; all ready… I boarded the bus, as every morning, and once again I travelled in silence with the rest of lambs that surround me. Some faces already are familiar, to have same routine five of the seven days of the week makes you know “silent friends”; I mean, people that you only know from sight and besides you see the faces every day you won´t utter a word to them… “silent friends”… How ingenious I am (sarcasm two).&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I arrived at the library about 9,   impeccable timing. Once I took the prescribed  0,40 € coffee started reading. One, two and up to THREE subjects of penal right fell down under my mighty will! Incredible! A record morning! About 1 p.m I ate, until here all good. Now… I put myself to pass the D.I.P notes and I notice something strange. The ink of the object with that I am writing begins to fail; the black tone fades to grey. Social alarm! , I am running out of INK! God saves us! that happen´s now. That should I do? Buy another one? Impossible, there is no cash… Ask somebody to borrow one? Impossible… I do not know anybody in 4 square meters of library and to request one to a strenger would be a lack of moral ethics!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let´s cut the stupidity… Runnign out of ink in  wonderfully productive day pissed me off, shit happend. I hope that tomorrow a cardio-respiratory insufficiency won´t screw my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28089321-114770806622060392?l=i-know-the-pieces-fit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-know-the-pieces-fit.blogspot.com/feeds/114770806622060392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28089321&amp;postID=114770806622060392' title='35 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28089321/posts/default/114770806622060392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28089321/posts/default/114770806622060392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-know-the-pieces-fit.blogspot.com/2006/05/puta-tintafucking-ink.html' title='puta tinta/fucking ink'/><author><name>fourtysixand2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002092197636693643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28089321.post-114762028976812122</id><published>2006-05-14T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:47:01.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguración / Inauguration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2982/sinttulo18bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2982/sinttulo18bl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Con esta publicación quiero dar por inaugurado este blog donde tratare de plasmar, de la forma mas veridica y textual, todo lo que en mi cabeza ronda. Nunca fui bueno para las presentaciones y no pretendo serlo ahora; solo quiero dejar claro desde este momento que las opiniones expresadas por este medio no reflejan ninguna conducta, deseo, obsesión y/o necesidad en concreto. Solamente se trata de sencillos desvarios de alguien que se cree persona de vez en cuando y tratara de realizar algun tipo de actividad para mantener lo que tengo adentro del craneo funcionando.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Algunas veces sonare insatisfecho, otras desesperanzado, otras caprichoso, arrogante y puede que hasta algun día suene como un humano. Espero que tod@ aquel que lea mis palabras sienta… uhm… nada!. Realmente no importa lo que sientan, pero el hecho de haber desperdiciado tiempo de sus vidas leyendo lo que tengo que decir me puede llegar a hacer algo asi como feliz…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;____________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With this publication I want to inaugurate this blog were I´ll try to write, in the most veridical and textual way, everything that lurks in my head. I´ve never been good at introductions and I don´t pretend to be so now; I just want to make clear that from this moment the opinions made by this way don´t reflect any concrete desire, conduct, obsession and/or need. They are simply deviations of someone that from time to time belives that is a person and tries to make what´s inside my skull functioning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I´ll sound unsatisfied, hopeless, arrogant and maybe even human. I hope that everyone that reads this words feels… uhm… nothing!. It doesn’t really matter what you feel, but the fact that you´ve actually wasted time reading this could make me something almost like happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28089321-114762028976812122?l=i-know-the-pieces-fit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-know-the-pieces-fit.blogspot.com/feeds/114762028976812122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28089321&amp;postID=114762028976812122' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28089321/posts/default/114762028976812122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28089321/posts/default/114762028976812122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-know-the-pieces-fit.blogspot.com/2006/05/inauguracin-inauguration.html' title='Inauguración / Inauguration'/><author><name>fourtysixand2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002092197636693643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
