Thursday, December 30, 2010

Physical Fluid Dynamics Djvu

trumpet melody




2010 is gone and with it the second year of the golden trumpet verb. I certainly hope to continue counting with clarity, imagination and willingness to keep posting lasting 2011. This year-and this-came to a figure of 30 posts, less than last year 2010 to write 42. I mention this not because they try to write by writing, but certainly the idea is to do it constantly and talking or commenting intelligently and fluently on many things: People, people, social situations, topics of interest, etc.
My blog also this year has been at times a sort of personal diary in which I left running lines to express my moods and feelings. I see nothing wrong with that. It is without doubt one of the best support that I have the time to sublimate some very special events that only happen to me. However, this year not many times I have used the blog to write my personal events, as it did last year. That does not mean that 2010 was a year younger dramatic in the theatrical sense of the word. So, I think silence has been my best friend at the time to sit and reflect my personal affairs. For weeks I have not posted as often as ever, and sometimes, if no lack of inspiration or theme for writing, may lack the willingness to do so.
During 2010 the subjects of my posts have been diverse, from being written about in speaking of Claire Riveau and the fascination with me, through Lady Gaga and Vargas Llosa and Nobel Prize to continue sharing my delight in the romantic opera, comment pieces by Verdi and Puccini. In this sense, The golden trumpet of the verb has emerged as a blog that seeks to cover a rich and varied range of subjects and content which I love and with the greatest tastes move me to write. The adventure of sitting at the computer and spend hours and hours getting lines each of the ideas and thoughts that go through my head is fabulous, unique.
So, by way of presenting a summary of the posts published this year, then enlisted the title of classifying them as follows:
Opera .-
- The hopes in a name.
- King and the Clown laughs cries.
- The feather in the wind.
- The condition to the injury.
commenting
All opera Rigoletto by Giuseppe Verdi , and thus picking up a monograph to submit to a course when he frequented the university.
- The flight of the butterfly.
- The song of a bird.
- Music of feelings.
Three posts inspired by the 03 greatest operas to compose Giacomo Puccini: Madame Butterfly , Tosca and La Boheme . Telluric compositions in my personal opinion, which got Puccini bequeath to posterity and move definitivamnte can reach the audience to tears and a good listener.

Literature and Literary Criticism .-

- In the Venezuelan plains loves a good race, struggle and hope.
- La novela de la tierra.
- The search for American identity in Doña Bárbara by Rómulo Gallegos.

This post contains excerpts from a paper presented also in my student days University of San Marcos and incorporate some ideas on the monumental work of the Venezuelan writer.

- Vargas Llosa, Nobel Prize in Literature 2010.

undoubtedly a post that holds the highest exponent of our Peruvian literature has received the most coveted award of the lyrics universal. In the midst of that joy I recall those days of my adolescence in his books, along with those of Garcia Marquez, Flaubert, Goethe, Isaacs and others made the delight of my days.

Pop .-

- Bad girl.

The post in which I am unashamed admirer of Lady Gaga declare and confess baffles me how the madness that runs through your head and that only she knows materialize in lyrics, melodies, songs and outlandish costumes and glittering scenery.

Arts and critical .-

- Nothing goes my night.
- Something light my day.
- For the art.

And yes, well ... I follow the steps to the art, but not only from the perspective of an admirer of innate talent that other people have to express in lines, tones, colors, shades and other forms of images and concepts in their heads. Also to be questioned how the common denominator can access it and the personal limitations that not only could have, but artist's desire to want to socialize and draw what you see or graphic. I am convinced that art emancipated, and that the artist must play a pedagogical role in this society so that fewer people under social conventions and political powers that allow him to be happy.

TV and film .-

- Claire Riveau.
- What happened to Baby Jane?

The first post to learn more about the ghosts that haunt Riveau Claire, a character in the telenovela Isabella, woman in love, played by Mexican actress Ana Colclough, whose beauty I fell in love. Besides this, the character of Claire Riveau, antagonistic twin sister Isabella captivates me for being a very well acted and loaded with enough drama, drama.
The second post, so aghast at the abuse that the veteran deserved baby on her sister Jane download Blanche. Another of the many ironies of fate that we got to know either through a book, a song, a picture or a movie.
Sociology .-

- God's desire.

And with this post is answer the following question: Who has said that those who devote themselves to religious life or contemplation of divinity not enjoy? God can be equally or more desirable as a man either, and there, in churches, cloisters and abbeys are thousands of men and women who have a sensory experience as rich as that in this post are seeking comment. Thus, God becomes desirable ...

.- Reflection various

- The red rose ... "Beautiful?
- For the trumpet of the verb remains golden.
- Why not remember your enemy?
- He did the best he could.
- Light me light that I want to stay in the dark because I have fear!

philosophical discourse emerging around the reflection that can lead to the contemplation of a rose, a nice effort to keep the melody of this trumpet, the evocation of the past and murky characters. Seeking to understand "without prejudice" the lives of others and confessed more than my fear of darkness and loneliness.

my life's story .-

- The value of friendship.
- I do not know if it's love, but it looks so much!
- I love my mommy.
- A splendid garden.
- The friends that I won.

I can simply say that I am there. In the lines of these posts will know more about me and my life story, which is the story of all people involved in it.

Other .-

- Aquarius.
And this post
-helping the horoscope and in which I believe less and less-sketches as I am, my character, my emotions, my weaknesses. This post could be considered in the previous group, but I prefer to separate.
This last item close by 2010, without hesitating for a moment that I hope that 2011 continues to give me what to think to write. And haunt me curious to know what new things I will live and who will star in my life for me new stories of personal story that only happened to me but not exclusively mine.

Happy New Year!

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Chunky Phlegm With Blood In It





Who among us, as a child, has not waited for midnight on 24 December to celebrate Christmas with family and receive and open gifts? This practice, as we grow, change. Change in the sense that it is not the gifts that we expect to receive. Once we mature and become more aware that Christmas is infinitely more than the materialistic and consumer side began to want more meaningful things, more noble and important than toys, clothing, appliances or anything else.

Christmas then takes in our lives the real importance as the only occasion deserves: to reflect on what we want for ours, so they change and become more stable, peaceful and happy. So, ask the destination to life, God grant us health, work, love and friendship. That we do not lack interest in life and take on the challenges that it never fails to introduce. We raised a prayer to the sky waiting to be heard, and that with the new year that is entered only a week after the quality of our lives better. Christmas is the time to review what we did, what we did, we would have wanted to do and not, and through that reflection comes the desire to update a personal commitment that will lead us to feel more satisfied with ourselves, with people, with the world and life.

Christmas is important that we touch, and when it does is that we renew this commitment. One of the saddest things that can happen is that Christmas comes, but we do not get to Christmas, which is December, 25, and we can not join the joy of celebrating an unprecedented opportunity throughout the year. Suggests a date in the path of life you want to do for the next 365 days. The really sad thing is they accept the invitation to think and to delineate the path of our desires, feelings and expectations next year. This is Christmas! and no chance to receive gifts. Gifts, material, comes in addition. Without thinking we receive, and perhaps well before December. Gifts of various kinds ... For example, gifts and friends ...

Personally, I wish that it ends in 2010 because there has been a good year for me. Has been more difficult than many others already lived, and have taken account of this in the many times I've cried for me, others had to do with me, not knowing where my life is geared ... The feeling that there is no exit, suffocating anxiety and indecision are the worst moods I could prove ... However, during these 12 months I have not been alone, and today I want to thank the people who were with me when more lonely and melancholy I felt, my friends.

I have often thought that I have not, perhaps because they see them as often as you like, perhaps because it can not be seen as I wanted because they also have a life that occupy them. Whether for whatever reason, sometimes I have gained friends think they are part-time or who sincerely are not my friends. But I have realized that this definitely was not the case when one of them spontaneously, has approached me and comforted me, and I have heard and given a word of encouragement to keep going. Wonderful to see that he was not alone!

So, I want to thank each of them having been with me when I needed it, and let me mourn when necessary and control my tears until it cease when no longer useful.

Chiara Ceccon : a nice Italian girl, my "boss" until October of this year that came to my days in a way that would not have imagined before. Chiara is unique in the way they are involved in my problems, by the light infused into my eyes to make me see that there is more than one way so I can walk to reach to happiness.

remember a Wednesday morning in September, in his office, wondering how I was and I immediately putting to mourn. I sat on his lap, hugged me, kissed me and told me everything would be fine. Why did not love her for being the friend who has known to be for me? How can we not thank the thousands of minutes to speak to me and gave me my bearings, and physical proximity to make me feel alone?

Gisella Consiglieri : started working with me since March and a few weeks get to lock a good relationship. Gisella is a bit like the sister who does not I and the insurance that would be discussed by anything, to finish friendly as ever. Is that something like this is our day to day in the office.

is a girl empathic, assertive, intelligent and generous. I keep it with great affection for those times when I said what about heart ? and handed me a glass of water to calm. Gisella is a great girl, but I can repeat it many times because I do not want to be smoke rise.

Victor Julca : the popular Vieto at work, a nickname that he owes to me. A friend in every sense of the word. Witty, caring, somewhat tedious and heavy with his jokes, but a good friend. Victor is a friend who always accepted me as I am, also with my unbridled taste for opera that tries to deny me when we drive through the city.

Victor and I think my mind is the memory of one afternoon returning both of Villa El Salvador, I listen to Bocelli, concealing a crybaby and he contest for the hair and telling me my black but, no! and listening and encouraging me not to grieve. He, Gisella and I integrated the formula called Don Vieto and his gang at work. A formula without losing!

Carlos Zelaya : one of the most conspicuous and refined than you have known in 2010. Carlos is my PhD. Z . A friend who I had in front of me for hours, listening to what I said, advising and supporting me. Many conversations! ... I'm not saying that we are gathered around a coffee because I'm not very friendly but with coffee ice cream center, a juice or something else and so talking at length, for hours.

Once, one of the first, it was August and between midnight and 2 am on Larcomar, and the sea below us. I admire him silly conversations, complicity for gossip and his hatred of what is not good aesthetics. What a laugh mate with PhD. Z, who also had the ingenuity to give me a name ad hoc to our friendship, Mr. Crowned .

Hugo Sánchez : Hughie for his friends, his sense of humor corrosive and red chair which has seen thousands of kids in love. Hughie could consider renting the red chair from his place of work because we are so many of us who have sat on it accompanied by a love. Hugo, a hard worker, detail oriented and committed to making known to show me their friendship forever, regardless of whether with his kindness and his advice for the Facebook chat.

"Hughie, you remember a Monday night Sept. I went to see you and tell you would give to Epicentre-so-little volunteer my time to support their activities? Then I wondered how would my stuff, I cried and I sat beside me telling me he was going to be able to smile because everything would be fixed. You have won a good place in my romantic heart, man!

Miguel Chirre : the friend with whom I can speak Italian so that others do not understand us, something I appreciate him because he does I've always perfect accomplice searched. Miguel-o Michele as I often say in Italian, or as he likes to say-is a practical guy who invited me not to complicate my life and put points on the axes. Michael is not the guys that I will say that I cried. By contrast, revives me to leave behind the painful and enjoy life.

The topic of Horace Carpe Diem is the premise of life, although I do not know and neither Horace Carpe Diem . But this does not matter to me, Mike is a good friend, a friend who found this 2010 and I want to keep me because I appreciate your time, your empathy and freshness. Grazie di esserci , Michel mine expensive.

do not know if I mentioned these guys get to read this post. I do not think that today I have devoted some lines, which definitely did not get to thank all the time and words that have given me. Nor do I tell them to thank me. I want to share with other people on welfare that makes me know that I have these great friends, crazy and mad some more than others-like me-finals and are my friends.

Merry Christmas ...

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Benzonatate Gets U High?

optimistic Happiness Tips

} "Tips to be Happy"

the tradition of decalogues, so we encourage reflection, we propose the suggestions for a new year as proposed by the philosopher Adela Cortina:

1. Remember that adverse events only destroy the already demoralized. Do not allow yourself to lower their morale.

2. Remember that there are reasons to have high morale, but a long way to go, has raised awareness of the injustices, corruption, discrimination and intolerance are inhuman. Help keep the bar high and raise it.

3. In overwhelming situations always looking for imaginative output, widens the field of view, not get caught in moth-eaten solutions. The human creative potential is enormous as long as it runs.

4. No blame for everything wrong in the system, politicians, to bad weather. Requires that each fulfills its task, but you take the initiative, because you are a citizen and not a subject.

5. Ever you become a vassal because you are something quite valuable. Do not ever sell it for a dish of lentils, as this not only lowers you to your dignity, but in these cases the lentils just feel bad.

6. Support those with generous plans, not petty. The meanness is contagious generosity as well.

7. Never think that your contribution is irrelevant: the field mice move better than the big monsters.

8. Adapt to changes, but taking it as a compass for your beliefs either founded. Dinosaurs do not resist change, but no chameleons north. Between them is the human being.

9. Be ready to claim your rights, but also to assume your responsibilities in building a more humane world. Never be claimed for you the satisfaction of a right that you are willing also to lay claim to any person who is under the same conditions, do not abdicate your responsibility in protecting those rights.

10. Never retreat in demands for justice, nor will wrinkle to charity projects, or you settle for less than happiness.

Source: ADELA CORTINA, Suggestions for a new year. Text taken from: XTEC: Catalunya Xarxa educational telematics http://www.xtec.cat

Image: internet, author unknown

Monday, December 13, 2010

L5 Radiculopathy And Erectile Dysfunction

208 .- "Disconnect" to "Connect"

My friend Teresa sent me this great video coming to complete the previous entry.
is very short and sweet. Tell us what you think.

Asin Way To Make Someone Fall Asleep

207 We need contact .- 206 .-

"A nurse told me recently that during the night, when darkness and stillness reign in the hospital, some patients require attention repeatedly. Argues different types of discomfort or she needs, like other nurses, trying to solve. However, your experience tells you that behind those symptoms rather hides the need for contact. The loneliness of the night favored the emergence fears and concerns. Then, a caress, a close look, take your hand or come to the bedside to listen supplies a soothing effect immediately.

generally give little weight to these "medicines" free, but establishing a close and warm contact with another person holds great benefits for physical health and mental.

Virginia Satir, a pioneer of family therapy, often repeated: "Contact affective relations is like breathing to sustain life."

Neurologists insist that humans, like neurons, they need to be connected, and that their welfare depends on the networks of relationships that are integrated.

A tragedy of our society is the number of people who are alone or feel alone no choice. can stay connected with millions of individuals at once, but scarce real and close contact. In the age of the missing communication tools to establish relationships that connect intimately with another. Often, the family shared the same roof, but in practice they live separately, feeling isolated even in the company. Much of marital conflict is due to a disconnect between the partners. And there are people who, despite wanting to, fail to bridge the gap that keeps them away from others.

may be surprising: what more you want, in this case the emotional closeness, too afraid . Unconsciously, the impression that he seems too open runs the risk of being invaded.

By establishing contact may feel naked and vulnerable. It reveals an internal part of the personality, and there is fear of ridicule or the other use the information to control or hurt. This tendency to defend personal space is healthy, except when it becomes a barrier to connecting with others. But the risk also implies a profit.

"Your mission is not find love, but find all the barriers that have created within you not to see " (Jalal ad-din Rumi)

" The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed "(Carl G . Jung)

"I have fear to tell you who I am. Because if I tell you who I am, you might not like how I am, and that's all I have "(John Powell, musician)"

Text: Adapted from excerpts of the article by Cristina Llagostera "We need to contact" (El País 7.11.2010)

Image: http://musicinmouth.blogspot.com

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Koren Free Movie Online Cheaters

Friends who won


to you ...
know very well These lines belong to you ...


At some point on the earth lay a garden, beautiful like few before seen, bringing together the most diverse kinds of flowers with soft textures in contact with the skin and smells nice, gentle and captivating . It was indeed a splendid garden. It was not only for its various flowers, the best presentation of this garden so that its greatest virtue, but also the comforting power of domestic properties (interior) of those. Really was a beautiful and good garden, and at that point of land which stretched was seen through the eyes of others as pure space which wanted to be.

One day, seeing God's beauty and goodness of the garden, decided to entrust the care of a gardener himself alone, with black eyes and then sad. This young rookie outfielder was still in his office, but you could tell he was very anxious, very carefully to improve and become more skilled. Faced with the proposition of God not hesitate for a second choice in taking over the garden and take care of it. The young gardener would no longer be alone but could only devoutly attend the splendid garden, which quickly fell in love not considering the same wonderful qualities. And so one day summer, a day 20 started its work. They were the gardener and then this beautiful garden ... Both had the opportunity to devote themselves to each other, and the experience of doing it was also beautiful.

The young gardener, who once complained of his loneliness, now accompanied with the garden for most of the hours of the days of your weeks, and was happy, but did not know at all came as if to find out later when things changed and there was no garden or gardener more star in this story. And is that some excess sensitivity caused part of the young gardener, little by little, the lost garden magnificence ... His flowers, some of them and without notice, began to fade by the weakness of the young gardener.
writer of these lines do not let unfortunate that the poor could not be more steady and confident of certain things that were essential to continue contributing to the beauty of this garden ...

happened that one day the young gardener began to doubt whether this garden was the most suitable or not for him, and was where God repeatedly to ask if the garden had given adequate care. God said yes, while he advised effort to dispel the doubts and fears, " Son, if those doubts and those fears could not stop making the garden and its flowers wither ... Could it be that you want that? "and the young gardener was leaving the presence of God thinking" I know I want, I love this garden, but sometimes I also feel that does not give me the all he has ... Should I ask for more? . "And so the young outfielder was torn between how I wanted and loved the beautiful garden and how to have those doubts and fears-unfounded-will vanish.

writer of these lines leaves no regret that the young Gardener was skeptical of the benefits it offered this garden. Young gardener until then had been unable to find the desired calm ... Some time ago he had lost his father who never finished teaching the craft of gardening, and so the young outfielder had to be learning it myself, but helped by the breath of a mother who was always at his side. The young gardener could not erase from his memory the image of a family whose members had gradually faded away from the family portrait ever met. The young outfielder had less trust in people, but not stopped in their longing for love and be loved. The splendid garden was the ideal opportunity to compensate those affected and companies no longer and gotten to know other even more special. However, overcame doubt and fear love ...

As time went on the link between the gardener and the garden, not so splendid, was worn. The garden and not shining like before, and the young gardener and not hard enough for facelift. Thus, gradually ceased to be a splendid garden and many flowers began to wilt. One day, early morning, the young gardener went to the garden, and found it completely dry, the flowers of gentle flavors and textures gentiles. Only then entered conmosión and tried to revive her beauty, but could not.
sought good land and good flowers to replant and bring to the garden, but could not find available anywhere. Then he thought of the water: "In fact the water will do much and the flowers in my garden reborn" , but the water was not available. The young gardener even more worried. Bet because the wet element could do more than anything, and not finding cried. And crying realized that content in their own eyes was the wet element needed. So, he began to mourn and mourn together as long as all I could and give the garden, now dull, gray.

spent the night in his room, meditative and sad, very sad because I knew I could never mourn enough to remedy the drought was going through the garden. Went to bed, sleeping, crying like never before did it for another garden that has never known. His mother, who did not stay beyond his pain with him. And his friends and acquaintances told him "everything will be better, will the drought and the garden will flourish" , but that, unfortunately, never happen.

So the young outfielder returned to the presence of God to ask to intercede and give him back to the garden's beauty has always had, but God said

Son, it's late ...
The garden that once knew splendid
by the goodness and beauty of its flowers
dry now .. You can see there, gray and without any gloss.
The garden has dried up because you could not kill your doubts and fears.

I gave everything I had and more
your folly yet ended up wearing it
and now there is nothing more than flowers without color
that were once warm aromas.

To all this the young gardener said: "But Father, what I can do? ... Please give me one more chance ..." And God said seen:

Son, there are no more opportunities ...
You gave all and let go.
Now what remains is to begin to resign.
Take your things and go away as soon as possible, you
libero Care garden. This, in due time,
reborn ... And one that will take care of it
and perhaps next to the garden is forever ...
Your job is finished. You are dismissed.
And the young outfielder was not to pack their tools and leave. At the very moment he was about to leave on his site turned and looked for the last time the garden was once good and beautiful, with whom he shared the hours of days of weeks and could not hold down a few more tears : "One by one, I can watch it fall, at every moment, one by one ", said the young gardener. " Goodbye garden someday ... " and instant his voice broke and can not say anything more.

Young Gardener started out again and started walking, and gradually moving away from that point of land on which lay the garden, which once was splendid as two black eyes, fixed gaze contemplating the young gardener, who also have it was beautiful, a beautiful love ... A love that garden ... Yes, in the midst of confusion, love the garden ...

The moral in all this:

making roses while you can because tomorrow might not be for you ...

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

First Death Anniversary Note

Amin Maalouf. The role of culture Prejudice

"In this diverse world, this extraordinary diversity that is now characteristic of all human societies, sometimes we all sing the praise, but also makes us all suffer at times. Because it's source of wealth for our countries, but so is stress. The nations are based on the foundation of ethnic diversity and immigration are among the most dynamics of the planet, and just look at the other side of the Atlantic to be convinced of this. But this dynamic often accompanying disorders, discrimination, hatred and violence .

diversity itself is neither a blessing nor a curse. It is simply a reality, something that can be put on record. The world is a mosaic of countless shades and our country, our provinces, our cities will be increasingly the image and likeness of the world. What matters is not whether we can live together despite differences of color, language or belief, what matters is knowing how to live together, how turn our diversity for the benefit and not calamity.

Living together is not something that comes from the inside men, the spontaneous reaction is usually to reject the other. To overcome this rejection is a need for prolonged work civic education. We must tirelessly repeat them and those that the identity of a country is not a blank page, where you can write whatever, or a page already written and printed. It is a page we're writing, there is a common heritage, institutions, values, traditions, a way of life, which every profess, but we all feel free to make our contribution on the basis of our own talents and our own sensibilities. recorded this message in the minds of today, from my point of view, the priority task of those who belong to the realm of culture.

Culture is not a luxury we can afford only in times Fausta. Its mission is to formulate the essential questions. About us Where are we going? What do we build? What company? What civilization? And based on what values? How to use the huge resources provided to us by science? How become tools of freedom and not slavery?

The role of culture is even more crucial in times misguided. And ours is an era gone astray. If we neglect this century just started will be a century of ethical decline, I say with regret, but do not say it lightly. It will be a century of scientific and technological progress, no doubt. But it will also reverse a century of ethics. Identity claims rages, violent on many occasions and in many cases, retrograde, it undermines the solidarity between nations and within nations, the European dream losing bellows, are eroded democratic values, is used too often to military operations and states of emergency ... Symptoms abound.

Before this setback in its infancy, we have no right to resign or give way to despair. Today what honors literature and honors us all is the attempt to understand the complexities of our time and to imagine possible solutions to continue living in our world. do not have a spare planet, we only have this old Earth, and it is our duty to protect it and make it harmonious and humane.

Thanks to everyone for the welcome given to me in this unforgettable ceremony "

Extract from the speech of the writer Amin Maalouf, Premio Príncipe de las Letras 2010, at the ceremony of presenting awards