<?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-3595730908348865753</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:06:41.824-07:00</updated><category term='cita'/><category term='Tauromaquia'/><category term='recuerdo'/><category term='cosas para hacer'/><category term='idea'/><category term='ficción'/><category term='reflexion sin cita.'/><category term='Cita y reflexión.'/><category term='Cita.'/><category term='varios'/><category term='infición'/><category term='saber'/><title type='text'>El Mitico John Glenn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-2321970902040639897</id><published>2010-03-25T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:44:05.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apagon digital</title><content type='html'>Ya no tengo tele en casa y me divierto igual.&lt;br /&gt;No veo las noticias, no veo los concursos, no veo los documentales de la 2, no veo los programas del corazón, no veo pelicuals malas..... Solo añoro los anuncios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-2321970902040639897?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/2321970902040639897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=2321970902040639897' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/2321970902040639897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/2321970902040639897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2321970902040639897' title='apagon digital'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-4059770439155762305</id><published>2009-09-29T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:37:08.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorriones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;¿Alguien ha visto un nido de gorriones en una ciudad?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;¿Quien ha podido contemplar el cadaver de un gorrión?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;¿Y a los gorriones copular?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O bien son eternos y se reproducen por bipartición o por esporas, manteniendo su cantidad dentro de unos límites y desaparecen al alcanzar cierta edad ascendiendo hasta el sol para deshacerse en él sin dejar pruebas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O su discreción ronda lo obsesivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No tengo otra explicación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-4059770439155762305?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/4059770439155762305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=4059770439155762305' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/4059770439155762305'/><link 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azotea de un edificio sin barandilla y ante el vértigo del abismo, en un acto de correspondencia al sentirme interpelado por el vacio, quitarme el reloj y dejarlo caer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-5939145391864834949?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/5939145391864834949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=5939145391864834949' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/5939145391864834949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/5939145391864834949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5939145391864834949' title='Recuerdo...'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-8635171250473800347</id><published>2009-05-29T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:26:02.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdo un cuento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Recuerdo un cuento japonés (aunque no sé si me lo he inventado) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Dos samurais se encontraron junto a un rio. Tras saludarse ceremoniosamente, se sentaron a la sombra de un sauce a compartir la comida y hablar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;La conversacion derivó hacia una discusion sobre cual de los dos poseía la espada mejor afilada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;El primero, para mostrar el filo de su arma, desenvainó, lanzó al aire un pañuelo de seda y al caer sobre la hoja de acero, se cortó limpiamente sin apenas detenerse sobre la espada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;El otro samurai, simplemente desenvaino su espada y clavándola en el lecho del río,  sumergió parte de la hoja en la corriente. Las hojas que el agua arrastraba se apartaban del acero".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Creo que acababa así. Me gustaria saber cómo se despidieron. ¿Se dirian algo o se alejarian en silencio pensando lo mismo que tú?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como siempre, uno debe sacar sus conclusiones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-8635171250473800347?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/8635171250473800347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=8635171250473800347' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/8635171250473800347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/8635171250473800347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8635171250473800347' title='Recuerdo un cuento...'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-7024270334032619503</id><published>2009-05-21T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:08:36.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varios'/><title type='text'>Obsesiones:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Primeras filas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tequila. (de beber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuadernos sin espiral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cambiar de boligrafo con las estaciones. (negro- invierno, azul- otoño, azul celeste- primavera. En verano no escribo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disponer las galletas del desayuno como si se tratase de las piezas de un ajedrez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hacer coincidir las esquinas de las cosas que tienen esquinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Afilar el lapiz con un cutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No desempañar el espejo tras la ducha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coleccionar tozos de papel para "hacer algo algún día".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Negar que tengo obsesiones y manias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-7024270334032619503?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/7024270334032619503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=7024270334032619503' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/7024270334032619503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/7024270334032619503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7024270334032619503' title='Obsesiones:'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-23459124589506789</id><published>2009-02-16T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:26:37.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schopenhauer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ultimamente me estoy partiendo de risa leyendo a Schopenhauer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No creo que  lo mio sea muy normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-23459124589506789?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/23459124589506789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=23459124589506789' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/23459124589506789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/23459124589506789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#23459124589506789' title='Schopenhauer'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-5693705436383046495</id><published>2009-01-08T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T02:31:51.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexion sin cita.'/><title type='text'>Socratismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hemos alcanzado un punto en el que ya no cabe escribir ciertas cosas. Sólo nos queda la honrosa salida socrática de hacer de nuestra vida escuela. (Arte, poema, escultura...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Deberemos quemar lo ya escrito?. ¿Almacenarlo hasta que postumamente alguien haga algo?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siempre nos queda el consuelo de que el mayor anti-socrático de la historia, Friederic Nietzsche, solo vendiera en vida unos cincuenta ejemplares del Zaratrustra (de los cuales se rumorea que regalo siete a sus amigos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La diosa de la Fortuna es esquiva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-5693705436383046495?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/5693705436383046495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=5693705436383046495' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/5693705436383046495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/5693705436383046495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5693705436383046495' title='Socratismo'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-2433097692364879343</id><published>2008-12-16T02:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:34:10.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tauromaquia'/><title type='text'>Tauromaquia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;LECCION CINCO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Los toreros estan hechos de una pasta especial". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Esa pasta es la que se llama "masa quebrada".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-2433097692364879343?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-4685478347405776772</id><published>2008-12-16T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:35:01.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficción'/><title type='text'>Pregunta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Una pregunta que me gustaria que me hicieran en una entrevista ficticia y la respuesta que daría:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- ¿Por qué los políticos tienen tan mala prensa?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Porque la prensa es mala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Insisto, es ficción, no soy un político y jamás nadie me entrevistará).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-4685478347405776772?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/4685478347405776772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=4685478347405776772' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/4685478347405776772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/4685478347405776772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4685478347405776772' title='Pregunta'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-2644841561935049835</id><published>2008-11-11T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:00:12.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tauromaquia'/><title type='text'>Tauromaquia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lección Cuarta.&lt;br /&gt;"Al que no hace la cruz, se lo lleva el diablo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-2644841561935049835?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/2644841561935049835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=2644841561935049835' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/2644841561935049835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/2644841561935049835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2644841561935049835' title='Tauromaquia.'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-6676031640571449750</id><published>2008-11-11T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:57:47.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tauromaquia'/><title type='text'>Tauromaquia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lección tercera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Un torero debe superar la compasión hacia el animal y ser mas inflexible que el acero con el que mata&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-6676031640571449750?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/6676031640571449750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=6676031640571449750' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/6676031640571449750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/6676031640571449750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6676031640571449750' title='Tauromaquia'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-7072571819114597951</id><published>2008-11-10T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:43:06.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tauromaquia'/><title type='text'>Tauromaquia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lección Segunda.&lt;br /&gt;Para ser torero se debe aprender a dar una vueta de 360 grados sobre un pie sin :&lt;br /&gt;a) moverse del sitio&lt;br /&gt;b) perder el equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;c) dejar de concentrarse en el toro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-7072571819114597951?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/7072571819114597951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=7072571819114597951' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/7072571819114597951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/7072571819114597951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7072571819114597951' title='Tauromaquia.'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-5760143159223275159</id><published>2008-11-10T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:40:38.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tauromaquia'/><title type='text'>Tauromaquia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lección Primera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para ser Torero es necesario aprender a poner morritos al citar al toro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-5760143159223275159?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/5760143159223275159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=5760143159223275159' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/5760143159223275159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/5760143159223275159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5760143159223275159' title='Tauromaquia.'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-6485665414576781398</id><published>2008-11-10T02:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:38:57.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cita'/><title type='text'>Resumen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tras leer las obras completas de Paul Celán, solamente he conseguido retener un verso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Emborráchate, y llámalo París".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Memorable y trágico el destino de mi mente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-6485665414576781398?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/6485665414576781398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=6485665414576781398' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/6485665414576781398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/6485665414576781398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6485665414576781398' title='Resumen'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-531263744063568358</id><published>2008-09-10T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:10:47.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Pensar la nada es pensar un ser tachado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E. Levinas. &lt;em&gt;De la evasión&lt;/em&gt;. pg 111. Libros Arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Interesante idea. El ser y la nada refractarios al pensamiento, a la racionalización.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-531263744063568358?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/531263744063568358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=531263744063568358' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/531263744063568358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/531263744063568358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#531263744063568358' title='cita'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-2013245481989938823</id><published>2008-09-09T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:33:16.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dudas pot estivales asaltan mi ánimo: No se si dedicarme a montar el Bismark, la colección de rosarios, la casa mediterránea, los capítulos del equipo A, los problemas matemáticos de ingenio, el coche a motor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Alguien me ayuda?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-2013245481989938823?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/2013245481989938823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=2013245481989938823' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/2013245481989938823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/2013245481989938823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2013245481989938823' title='Dudas'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-3508195007516419641</id><published>2008-08-18T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:02:20.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cita'/><title type='text'>la fe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" La fe no es mas que el primer paso, la entrada de acceso a la sabiduria que trasciende el entendimiento humano y que hace que el hombre deje el mundo de la duda y la vacilacion para ascender al estado de la iluminación".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SASAKI. K ,"Tratado sobre la gran sabiduria" de Nagarjuna en "Clasicos budistas de Japon". p. 108, Tokio 1969.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-3508195007516419641?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/3508195007516419641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=3508195007516419641' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/3508195007516419641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/3508195007516419641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3508195007516419641' title='la fe'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-4909855266526472246</id><published>2008-06-20T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:07:02.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cita.'/><title type='text'>Arranca..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Cahteaubriand ha contado que Joubert, cuando leia una obra, rasgaba las páginas que no le gustaban y que asi se habia hecho una biblioteca para su propio uso, compuesta de obras de paginas diezmadas, encerradas en cubiertas demasiado anchas. (...) Joubert tenia una salud delicada, sólo escribia con lápiz; el esfuerzo leve que tenia que hacer para desgarrar las paginas insipidas tenia la ventaja de obligarlo a dejar de lado lo mediocre para no retener nada más que lo mejor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jean Guitton."Aprender a vivir y a pensar". p. 33. Ed. Encuentro. 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Muy recomendable práctica. (para un genio).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guitton también decía que el mejor corrector es la papelera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;¡Qué dificil es tirar, arrancar páginas, corregir!, ¡pero qué necesario!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-4909855266526472246?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/4909855266526472246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=4909855266526472246' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/4909855266526472246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/4909855266526472246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4909855266526472246' title='Arranca..'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-5565913224589518361</id><published>2008-06-03T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:24:10.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cita'/><title type='text'>Pasion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Todo movimiento del infinito se lleva a término por la pasión, y nunca una reflexión podrá producir un movimiento". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soren Kierkegaard. "&lt;em&gt;Temor y temblor&lt;/em&gt;", p. 105.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;El infinito es fruto de la pasión, de su ansia, de su expectativa, del deseo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;("Me va, me va, me va, Kierkegaard!!". Faemino y Cansado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-5565913224589518361?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/5565913224589518361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=5565913224589518361' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/5565913224589518361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/5565913224589518361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5565913224589518361' title='Pasion.'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-8545943553419501075</id><published>2008-05-22T02:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T02:22:29.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cita y reflexión.'/><title type='text'>Tiempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;" En la vida, para comprender, comprender de verdad, cómo son las cosas de este mundo, debes morir, por lo menos una vez. Con que, siendo esta la ley, mejor morir joven, cuando aun tienes tiempo para levantarte y resucitar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Giorgio Bassini. "&lt;em&gt;El jardín de los Finzi-Contini&lt;/em&gt;". Ed. Espasa Calpe. Madrid 2004. pg 262.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Citado por J. Gomá en "&lt;em&gt;Aquiles en el Gineceo&lt;/em&gt;". Ed Pre-textos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Como hacer para resucitar?, ¿De donde sacar el tiempo, si es lo único que les falta a los que mueren?. Morir siempre es algo que se vive como prematuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-8545943553419501075?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/8545943553419501075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=8545943553419501075' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/8545943553419501075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/8545943553419501075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8545943553419501075' title='Tiempo.'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-748954972293482318</id><published>2008-05-09T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:37:24.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infición'/><title type='text'>Infición</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"... Porque aquellos vivos espiritus que salen por los ojos, por ser engendrados cerca del corazon, tambien cuando entran en los ojos donde son enderezados como saeta al blanco, naturalmente se van derechos al corazón, y hasta allí no paran, y allí se asientan como en su casa, y alli se mezclan con los otros que ya estaban dentro ; y con aquella delgadisima natura de sangre que traen consigo &lt;strong&gt;inficionan&lt;/strong&gt; y dañan la sangre vecina al corazón donde han llegado, calentándola y haciéndola semejante a si, y de su misma calidad propia, y dispuesta a recibir la impresión de aquella imagen que consigo trajeron".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Garcilaso. &lt;em&gt;Cortesano&lt;/em&gt;. pg. 298-300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Siempre sospeché que &lt;strong&gt;infición&lt;/strong&gt; significaba algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-748954972293482318?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/748954972293482318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=748954972293482318' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/748954972293482318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/748954972293482318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#748954972293482318' title='Infición'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-7425048752358492660</id><published>2008-05-08T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:45:33.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cita'/><title type='text'>La Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"La nada que es algo, no es la nada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;la nada que es algo de la nada, tampoco es la nada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para que la nada sea verdadera nada, no debe existir nada que pertenezca a la nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;y cuando no hay nada que pertenezca a la nada, entonces hay verdadera nada".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bukkyo Daisiten ( Gran diccionario del Budismo). Tokio, 1966, pg 1961. Citando a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;T'Shui - Shu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Algo tan complicado para decir Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-7425048752358492660?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/7425048752358492660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=7425048752358492660' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/7425048752358492660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/7425048752358492660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7425048752358492660' title='La Nada'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-3157480798244277241</id><published>2008-04-17T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:37:57.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cita'/><title type='text'>CITA:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Sorpresa y decepción de los viajes. Ilusión de haber vencido la distancia, de haber borrado el tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estar lejos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especies de espacios&lt;/em&gt;. Georges Perec. Ed. Montesinos, pg.117&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿A esto se reduce viajar&lt;/span&gt;?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-3157480798244277241?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/3157480798244277241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=3157480798244277241' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/3157480798244277241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/3157480798244277241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3157480798244277241' title='CITA:'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-4428129322331000382</id><published>2008-04-14T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:30:36.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas para hacer'/><title type='text'>Promesas:</title><content type='html'>No jugaré al ajedrez nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Jamás veré Pretty Woman.&lt;br /&gt;Ordenaré mis papeles.&lt;br /&gt;No hablaré (demasiado) del pasado.&lt;br /&gt;Preguntaré como llegar a los sitios si me pierdo.&lt;br /&gt;No me compraré un GPS.&lt;br /&gt;No leeré libros de autores de moda.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca acabaré un crucigrama.&lt;br /&gt;Ganaré al Parchís algun día.&lt;br /&gt;No me pondré mocasines.&lt;br /&gt;Me pondré calcetines de rayas. ( algun día).&lt;br /&gt;Miraré a la nariz de la gente que me habla.&lt;br /&gt;Haré las cosas despacio.&lt;br /&gt;Justificaré todas las excepciones a lo prometido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-4428129322331000382?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/4428129322331000382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=4428129322331000382' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/4428129322331000382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/4428129322331000382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4428129322331000382' title='Promesas:'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-3418541269952903347</id><published>2008-04-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:37:16.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>Infinitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Dicen que hay muchos mas universos, infinitos, como el nuestro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces la sola mención de la palabra universo provoca sensación de pequeñez y desasosiego por habitar en un lugar tan inmenso y ocupar un puesto tan ínfimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni el principio antrópico puede consolarme (es decir, saber que la conciencia del ser humano es la conciencia del universo). Ni eso me ayuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flotando en mi insignificancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-3418541269952903347?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/3418541269952903347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=3418541269952903347' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/3418541269952903347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/3418541269952903347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3418541269952903347' title='Infinitos'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-1639590011923513904</id><published>2008-04-09T02:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:36:48.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saber'/><title type='text'>Matematicas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;¿Cómo siendo las matemáticas una ciencia formal, que además es inconsistente e incompleta, pueden ser reales los suspensos?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;¿Qué dirían Kurt Gödel y Bertrand Russell sobre esto?&lt;br /&gt;Flotando entre categorias de saber.&lt;br /&gt;A bordo del Friendship VII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-1639590011923513904?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/1639590011923513904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=1639590011923513904' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/1639590011923513904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/1639590011923513904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1639590011923513904' title='Matematicas...'/><author><name>El Mitico John Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11663151211915824079</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595730908348865753.post-8395635374688131883</id><published>2008-04-07T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:37:42.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL pánico</title><content type='html'>Es mayor ante un blog en blanco que ante una hoja en blanco.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora recuerdo cosas.&lt;br /&gt;Floto en la indefinición.&lt;br /&gt;A la espera de noticias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595730908348865753-8395635374688131883?l=elmiticojg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/feeds/8395635374688131883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595730908348865753&amp;postID=8395635374688131883' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/8395635374688131883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595730908348865753/posts/default/8395635374688131883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmiticojg.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8395635374688131883' title='EL pánico'/><author><name>El Mitico John 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