Saturday, April 30, 2011

Lauren Londons Extensions

Here were trees.

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"Well, what abandon

you can say you've left the force?"
Seneca.
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I. Here

there were trees, he thought, and then said aloud.

- What did you say, Dad?

"That here were trees," he repeated.

The children looked and murmured something the father did not listen.

then advanced a few steps and the father began to explain about the place. He told the games of that time: the race blindfolded, hidden in height, and even told them about the time that his brother stayed overnight in a tree because it was too late and could not distinguish the branches .

- Your brother was Uncle Victor?

"Yes," replied the father, a nuisance because the past tense always reminded him that his brother was dead and that children had never been really affected by that situation.

He then paused for a moment while the children moved away a bit and began to run. The meadow land was neglected and it seemed removed trees had been removed a short time ago.

"Be careful," he said, and looked for a place to sit to watch them and wait to be bored or simply tired of running.

While waiting, however, a series of strange thoughts inside open space.

thought, for example, that between him and the children were always something that worked the opposite way. That is, if he spoke they were silent, or if moved, they stopped ... things of that nature.

- ... but maybe that happens with all people ... "he heard his father say, loudly, while the children were far enough away not to hear.

children's mother, however, thought the father was always careful when he said something aloud. Not well understood, of course, and that sometimes brought a large number of problems, "but always coming to ask you about what I was thinking just saw something in a whisper household sector.

I was thinking of the accounts, he said, repeating another common or to avoid revealing what, without being anything serious, it was all strictly his own, he had.

remembered once, for example, that after watching his wife fix something in the garden, he said aloud even to himself, something about the beauty of it, squatting in the sun.

- What?! "He had shouted it, that time.

And the man had lied because he was ashamed to confess what he had said and his wife ended up crying and saying because he was in another world, forever ... analyzing things, issues, separating them.

"Something like uproot trees ..." he said aloud the father, after finishing remember, unaware that their children were back at his side.

- What did you say, Dad?

"That it's time to go," said the father, and walked their children to shake the ground from the laundry and clean up some mud from the shoes to not dirty the car.


II.

"You're doing the wrong things," he said. Although I also do wrong ... do not panic ...

- Who are you? "He said.

-Vian, "I answered. I Vian.

He then looked around him and realized that everything was empty ... just the ground floor and no trees removed.

- Never there trees? He asked.

"Never," replied.

- neither children nor wife, nor his dead brother?

"Nothing. There was never anything ...

- And the soil removed ...? And my problem with talking out loud ...?

I again shook his head. Although the soil was removed to give me some explanation.

"Maybe there was something here before, but there were trees," he I said.

He then began to look about him and feel the ground with their hands, without showing more emotion in their actions.

He seemed real ... "he said then, as if thinking aloud.

"Maybe it was," I said.

Then he looked at me and he looked around him, and then sat back a moment on earth. And he slept.


III.

awoke because he heard laughing children running around the place, and straightened up and shook the earth, which had been up in the face.

- Have you woke up dad? Asked the children, laughing.

"Yes," he said, while ordering the ideas.

then helped them clean, lest I sully the car.

- Are you going to re-clean? Asked the children.

He looked at them and clean them while they said yes, they had messed up again ... it was necessary.

Along the way he put music back and crossed a few words with their children.

then went to the house, greeted his wife and said he wanted to get some sleep and to excuse him, but it would take eleven.

"But you're right, I suppose ... ... It was not anything wrong? Asked it.

He returned to say what was right. And he went to bed. And when he did, almost did not realize there was another person beside him in bed.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Johnson's Shampoo Acne

Vian, Vian or the definition of simple ideas.

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A little fuck, and a little by trying to look bright, try to force the media to argue with the director of a master's program in physical sciences who want to convince to let me get into the program.

not interest me much, of course, but I was already half drunk when I started talking and I felt that the guy looked at least for "belonging to the world of letters" I insist on this until I get to catch your eye when you peal your idea on the need for the reality to be defined, before being "approved" or "accepted" by the human understanding.

- Do you really believe that? I ask.

- What? "He says, pretending to be oblivious.

-Lo from the definition as a basis for asserting the existence of something.

He then thinks for a bit.

"Yes," replied after a while. In I think.

- Do you think that the simple ideas are also definable?

"Yes," I replied, "but I think you're being a land that can become ambiguous, so I do not like the language. Also not even think we have a consensus on what we mean by definition.

- What do you think is the definition?

- Want to define the word definition?

"Yes, it sounds absurd.

"I do not know, I guess that is the exposition of the meaning of a word.

- And what would express that meaning?

"With words.

"But in other words, or synonyms of the word that we define?

"In other words, of course, is looking to something else ... but not really understand where to go.

"Well look, first of all I come to accept that the word definition mean something almost the same, and since that agreement can not be denied that the simple ideas, at least, can not be defined.

- And this has something to do with that I will accept the master's course for physical sciences?

"No, maybe not ..." I say, somewhat annoyed, but take it as a free course that I am giving to understand the narrowness of its nominal range of knowledge ...

- Are there references in that course, or is simply the ideas of a drunk without a name?

"My name is Vian, I defend myself. And yes, I could quote you some names, but maybe wear your brain memorize them and then not understand what is important.

"But I think I dare to try.

"Then memorize: Wingard, Locke, Aristotle ...

" Wait, I prefer to name the books.

- Beware of me?

And your liver, "he adds.

"Then you look" Beweeginge ", the" Essay Concerning Human Understanding, "or" On the Soul "..." Something

understand, it seems ...

"Well, look, if you want to be honest, not" understand " nothing in my way of defining "understanding", but say it could take the voice of any of those I mentioned earlier to settle the issue in question.

- And what was the issue? Is that simple ideas can not be defined?

"Exactly. Who wants to respond to you, then? "I say, giving it to me for fucking.

-Locke, Locke answers to me. "He says with a proud tone.

"Well he says the reason is this: that the various terms of a definition to mean different ideas can not in any way represent together an idea that lacks any composition; and therefore, a definition which is not true but the exposition of the meaning of a word by several others that do not denote each the same thing can not happen when it comes to the names of simple ideas.

"That sucks.

"But Locke says.

"So Locke is shit ...

" Maybe so, but like all bad ... but he is right ... But tell me now how would you define the movement?

- Movement is a simple idea?

"Exactly, but how we define" I insist.

"As the traffic carried from one place to another ...?

- What traffic, how you define it? How a movement?

"Yes ... or as a shift ...

- And the movement as a transition, I guess? Did not realize that those are not definitions synonyms?

- And then?

- So what?

"Suppose you're right, that simple ideas, as this, are not definable ...

-Ya ...

- What fun is that? Where does it lead?

-A uncertainty of having to accept that 90% of the words they use physical laws have a negative or no definition

definition ... - And?

And therefore are not sustainable in themselves and have no specific meaning in the real world ...

- And?

"Then the man of letters you are," he concluded. Letters in the air ... words of fiction ... that's what you and your shitty program ...! "He yelled.

- And you're the man specifically, linked to reality, I suppose?

-No. I'm the man of pure ideas.

"You're crazy ... besides, what ideas would be pure shit?

- Do you want to set them again ...? Did not realize that I gave this response a while ago?

"Then do not define, but give me an example.

-Vian.

- How Vian?

-Vian.

- Vian is a pure idea?

-Vian. Vian, Vian ... "I say I, in my new language of pure ideas.

- Do you realize that you are drunk? "He says standing in the place and leaving a bill big enough to cover my beers and coffees.

-Vian, Vian, "I say, sounding grateful.

Then, just when I think the guy is going to explode and they'll throw a punch or something similar, I said no problem if I want to enter the famous program ... and that he can make the acceptance letter ...

-Vian, Vian, I insist, as I shake his hand.

He looks at me last time and I guess if it was an error estimated to have accessed my application for membership.

Then, as I see it go, I think that I have the acceptance and now just need to get the scholarship because I did not pay me the master's stuff after all ...

- Did you bring the bill? "I then told the waiter, as if hurrying to end this entry.

-Vian, "I say, Vian, Vian.

And he, without any question and understanding quickly, bring it (and to me the last beer discounts.) Viva

human understanding!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

How Do You Delete Save Games On Gpsphone

Our parents said it was the fault of television.

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Our parents said it was the fault of television. Because life was not so, as it looked, and because we are distracted from what really mattered, they said, seated, smoking something, while the children, who were the victims, of course, "playing in the yard or in part, as the conversation ended, and went back to being alone and you thought then what it was to blame ... what it was that we had done, and why ...

Then you grew and sometimes went elsewhere and heard people talk about other culprits: the dictatorship, the CIA, or even Coca-Cola, which had a secret ingredient that controlled the minds of consumers ...

- Does it really make that coca-cola? "I thought.

"Sure, I answered an old man who worked in a church, this drink has an ingredient that makes us forget how important, or we do not want to discover ...

I then gave it back to those words, and commented with another adult and the contradicted this, and I spoke to the real culprits were the disaffected, the people who could not recognize that a good work is the answer to all our important questions we have about the right way to live, and interact with others ...

"That's why you have to study to be a professional, and not stand there wandering and then arguing against the government because you did not have opportunities ... and throwing stones ...

"But then ..." trying to understand one.

- but then nothing! Blame it on the mediocrity, and that life will give it to you made! "I chided other. We must study and look for work and be proud of who we are ...

- How "of who we are? "Asked one.

- De what we have ...! "I replied and closed the conversation. And life went on.

The trouble is that the guilty are kept repeating over and over again, and while one probably knew that there was no absolute truth about what the fault was as unquestionable, and one actually spent feeling victimized, and sense that was something you did not understand the fault of others, did not care who it was that other, "and that distressed at times.

I, for example, believed that the adults of my childhood included things I never manage to understand because of the guilty. And read his books and listened to their conversations, and I felt wrong when one of those "big" for me interested in these issues, I talked about things I do not understand:

"Do not listen to others," he said one, the fault lies with them ... because they believe that God has solutions for the things they do not know how to solve ... and guilty for believing in them ... because they are comfortable ...

"The fault lies with those who do not believe in God," said another, those who believe that man is sufficient to themselves and think they are superior and try to support themselves ...

-the fault of beauty pageants, "she said, then an aunt, and all these girls that they forget that no tits were made to show the whole world ...

And of course, could continue because the list of culprits was really wide and went even as those you had never expected: the Russians, Walt Disney, hippies, rock music, the mini skirt, football, Christ, unemployment, natural disasters, the rich, the poor, the Pope, Hitler ... and a bunch of other agents who were apparently to blame for our failure to understand ... that our generation lacked and that without realizing it, have resulted in the generation that came simply changing the guilty, but stop and think again, what is the specific charge of them accused.

And is that while today and do not blame the television, turn to blame game consoles, to computers, consumerism, violence disproportionate to the wars, the economic interests of multinationals ... but always avoiding to see what our role in all this, or what, ultimately, those things are to blame.

is, at what we know is wrong, and before that we see wrong in others, we like our parents and our grandparents, and perhaps many more, "the excuse that frees us of all guilt, or allow us to share at least, not to confess that we never understand something see our children, or the new young, increasingly alienated.

- are lazy! Then we cried.

- Insensitive!

- do not know what life is!

But unfortunately, and this much we know, "I think that is something that we also know ... and they have not merely followed the wrong route ... we got along

Should we go back, then ...? Give up the work, studies and separated completely from the fanaticism of the football team often encouraging ...? Should we burn the city, or pharmacies, or universities ...?

Honestly, many of these possible solutions that seem absurd and meaningless, I'm attracted to in a way that others might call unhealthy, or antisocial ...

clearly complicated I admit, being professional, and father, and being in the same way those who want a certain way, or are obliged to follow ...
Today
thought that as we crossed a large group of students, an abandoned tunnel in an area on the outskirts of Santiago. I went ahead and the kids came in the middle and behind other professionals, totally in the dark, crying and frightened among them ... a Pied Piper leading the children to get lost in the mountains not knowing where we were going, or what we could find ...

But of course, in the end we came out, and we all were, and the world was just as we left ... almost. Not that the world is bad, or anything like that ... nor do I want to talk more about guilty ... I just see in the darkness a little light that tells us where is the road, and that light touch and enjoy ... and feel the other out of each tunnel, and every day, and every text.

(ie other than me, more different light. And then there is only light and I disappear.)