Cooler Master Or Zalman

Insights chill

All heating my house is a salamander from the early twentieth century, is a beautiful object and cast iron with a frame of a dragon-or possibly a salamander adragonada-over door. Coal or wood works cut into slivers and takes a long time to warm up. Once you do it stays warm for several hours and reaches for tuning almost every room in my home.

But it's Wednesday and I'm stuck at nine o'clock at night in my bed, with all the blankets and rugs that I have on me. Outside temperature hovers around zero degrees but forecasters say the wind chill is below zero. I believe them. Below the covers is the only place where I can be without feeling a German soldier in Stalingrad. Not turned on the stove. I have no coal and I have a handle to buy a bag. According to the government I am part of the wealthy strip of high-income people who do not cost anything to income tax sacrifice a good part of his salary. But I do not feel well, there is zero degree and I can not buy a bag of coal. And just 22 of this month.

Down blankets and I'm okay I sleep very early. In the morning I wake up shivering because I Uncover a nightmare from which I only remember smudging. Four blocks from my house, someone with whom I was talking just three days before crashing into a column and is dead. ***



Since my teens always defended the winter to my friends, who seemed unable to associate any kind of intense happiness with anything but the summer season when I felt clumsy and inadequate. I loved the winter clothes, loved to go outside without my nose in the open, dressed as a Finnish soldier patrolling around Viipuri. Loved to strip me of the clothes in front of a burning fireplace, listening to sad music and drinking wine by the glass, talking about nothing. He loved being with a hot girl and go lifting the many layers of cloth that covered to find warm skin. He loved busting rain against the skylight and loved being in the shelter of her. Today I realize that I do not love both the winter and would rather be at a table in summer or spring evening, taking me a whiskey and watching the navels of other girls, wearing T-shirts deliberately short.

After nine years without doing it I started smoking again. One night, a week of incredible stress that neither the music nor alcohol appeared to weaken, I asked for a cigarette to a friend. After three puffs and felt more relaxed and the problems seemed softer.

I have to quit again, because I notice that the hangovers get longer and my voice is disappearing. But I see Vázquez Mercosur Summit in preaching about the thousand and one evils of smoking, and being hailed as an apostle of life. As the man who found the dragon to defeat. Glad to not be part of his crusade, another virtue of the cigarette. ***



expression "chill factor" applied to an alleged exaggeration of the perception of insecurity was coined by former Interior Minister Jose Diaz But the press of the right-wing opposition insisted on winning them over and over again, his successor, Daisy Tourne , which he hated with fervor. Diaz expression was not free and corresponded to the almost hysterical exaggeration of the media, particularly those associated with the opposition, in relation to security issues, installed according to the polls in a central place in the concerns of Montevideo. But although his diagnosis of intentional management of this means nothing innocent concern was valid, the expression became very ill. A problem which is used by political interests does not mean that the problem does not exist, and speak of the insecurity has some "chill" that is, unreal perception was terribly offensive to those who had suffered a crime or were close to someone who had. And these were and are many.

National Observatory on Violence and Crime-created by this government in 2005 - recently revealed the new figures on crimes and offenses that occurred last semester. The figures were rather frightening, with a clear rise in homicides and sex crimes. But Interior Minister Jorge Bruni had some good news: the robberies had increased by less than in previous semesters, making it possible to speak of a decline in crime rates. An economist has gone mad trying to explain why something that actually increased decreased, based on the ratio of which increased less than before.

Months ago, Daisy Tourne-to an earlier report said the figures were good for only the robberies had increased, by 20% - but that other crimes were more or less in their numbers in 2002. The same logic above, but in 2002 the country was broken and the worst rates of unemployment and poverty that have been seen since the end of the dictatorship, and now the government could Exibir with an unemployment rate of just pride 7%, a figure close to what is considered "full employment" economy. If economic variables with clearly better, crime-kept and even increased, in the same terms as the country had been on the verge of collapse, then there was a problem that did not explain the factor deterministic theories on poverty and need. There was nothing, sociological and cultural problems for which the left did not give answers or names, much less an immediate solution. Still do not. When they say it's crowded all the fault of the paste. ***



I meet a friend whom I see very little. Just got divorced and has two small children, so their opportunities to get out and have some fun are almost nonexistent. But that night she left her children with her sister and decided to go for a drink with me. In a good mood and tells me that the trauma of divorce is finding smoother than I thought. Recently his mother died his father had died a few years ago, and were very difficult times for her, but is getting along and, at least for the moment, is amusing.

shows me his new cell. Nokia is a fairly cheap, but according to her much better than it did before, describing it as a prehistoric shit. Every now and then briefly leaves the conversation to send an sms to her sister to see how their children. I do not mind the distraction because when attention is one of the funniest people I know. At one point we went to smoke and we were talking to a mutual acquaintance. I went to get a drink and stay a couple of minutes chatting with the waiter. When I go retake the talk until she returns to find the phone because they did not answer a question that was sent. Not found, had disappeared from his pocket. There was also a regular on missing often wander bowling for years, continuously shaped handle and generally annoying the customers, although some find it nice.

I offer mine but can not remember the number of his sister, and also the night is ruined. We said goodbye and we agreed to meet at another time, and she goes to see what their children are. I'm going home.

A few days later I'm in the same place and is followed by the character who possibly had won a cell phone that night. I say "friend!" Does not give me a dime? ". No, and I'm not your friend. ***



I got a copy of Let the Right One In , the Swedish vampire movie that everyone was talking critical but still not released in Uruguay. We had a bit of mistrust because the review insisted that it was a revolution in horror films, and in that genre I am a classicism. Also I do not like the Swedish cinema.

I decided to start to see her one night, too late, to at least have an idea what it was all but convinced that I went to bed at twenty minutes. Two hours later I was still awake and convinced he had seen one of the best movies that fell into my hands for many years, and a new horror movie classic.

Let the Right One In film is incredibly cool and warm at once, full of loose ends, inaccurate data, characters that give a clear and definite impression on the individual but at the same time we know almost nothing. Of violence and tenderness simultaneously. In fact it is a film about the attraction of opposites, not only evident in the centuries-old vampire with the body pre-teen and his friend twelve years, but also between horror and affection between the beauty of Winter Photography snow and grainy texture, almost socialist realism, a suburb of Stockholm, including refined and grotesque. There is no morality in his characters, only the predominant feelings of loneliness is, reluctant and eventually fought in a battle that has nothing to do with the concepts of good and evil. I did not read the

Ajvide novel by John Lindqvist in which it is based. The reviews are excellent but I doubt it's better than the movie, so just reading the summary of the Wiki some facts in the film remain hazy, it appeared in the novel are revealed, I am convinced that it is probably less suggestive that the movie version. I love those horror movies in which nothing is explained too, films like The Suicide Club or more of those David Lynch, who missed working in the field of nightmares. And I love horror movies as Let the Right One In , always aware that there is an equal share of horror therefore in the monsters on that turn like in a peaceful surrounding that come to disturb. ***



This is my first winter without a dog in nine years. I think of him on those cold nights were the only ones allowing him to get on my bed and sleep on blankets on my feet. Then the blankets were dog smell, but it was worth. I remember as snoring and grunting or crying how completely numb, haunted by dreams of dog that we know nothing.

My friends tell me I need a girlfriend. Maybe. I think I need a new dog. ***



Cold scares people off the streets, and these become much more dangerous for those who must necessarily traveled.

A friend says it will not be able to go out with me as we agreed. The previous night, returning from a performance dragged down the street to steal your wallet and your knees hurt. Is impressed and feels neither sociable nor happy enough to leave his home.

was lucky, a few months ago to another girl I know two types of ground kicking on the ground to steal his cell phone. He finished with a cracked tibia which had to use a cane for weeks and undergo a long and painful physiotherapy. Both are quite similar, twenties, petite and do not weigh much more than fifty kilos.

In a co-worker was robbed three times the same three scoundrels around Tres Cruces, one of the epicenters of Montevideo. She also divorced this year and has more than one job to keep, just to your home and your child. In the sectional area will say yes, they know who the thieves, who are always on the back of the Plaza de la Bandera, but they are smaller and when the stop is three hours later on the street again.

One of her co-section was also assaulted a few weeks ago. The jet he said "give me the money or get stolen." We laughed a lot when it counted. But deep down there's nothing funny.

I open a newspaper and read the news that a thirteen year old girl was abducted, raped and murdered. Is called exactly like my niece who is thirteen. During the two seconds it takes me to go from the front lines until clarifying that the crime was committed in Florida, the second name is different from my niece and the murderer is arrested, I feel dizzy I do not want to feel again in my life.

Women are the favorite victims of all modern criminals, both inside and outside their homes. If you were a political group or even speak of persecution and extermination of terrorism, would defend democracy marches and guarantees that group beset by torturers and murderers. But the crime against women is seen as inevitable, if inevitable, "y. .. is fractured society is poverty, is the pasta base, is home detonated, is consumption, is the XXI Century." Yes, so what?

try to imagine what goes on in the head a couple of guys capable of brutally kicking a girl on the floor to get a fucking phone. I can not, I find it much easier to try to imagine what dogs dream, the end of the creatures with many more principles that these spectra nasty as luck, misfortune or justification I long ago stopped importing. ***



The documentary series The History of Popular Music Uruguayan is arguably the best audiovisual product ever made for television in Uruguay. Juan Pellicer took eight years to complete the fifteen chapters that make up and it is clear that none of them was sabbatical, this is one of the largest work-study by Pelletier and his group have been made on - sorry for the redundancy-Uruguayan popular music of the past four decades. Not much bibliographic material respect, and this series fills the void with amazing quality. And with no less amazing generosity and lack of prejudice, I know more than one -Including myself-who were completely surprised to find that beyond what is culturally usually enroll in the golden book of the music, this series includes several discrimination, such as tropical music or folklore rather right, which usually fall outside the canon. And comes with all the respect they deserve.

not feel like going out into the cold when they issue The History of Popular Music Uruguayan on a public channel which, for once, seems indifferent to anything other than providing the best possible TV without thinking about the lowest common denominator . It is a place of warmth and Uruguayan homage to a tradition far more glorious than the football and a thousand times more ignored and underestimated. The tradition of a group of people without rewards and little respect believed that Uruguay could generate an original and powerful musical kaleidoscope that in a country with low population, took two or three generations of composers that nations ten or twenty times more populous has failed to align.

There are many exciting moments in this series; teaching Jaime Roos play "Kite lamp," the Darn honestly explaining how the dictatorship torn fucked him the best years of his career, which Reconco Sabalero exiled musicians were actually in a much better those who had stayed here, despite which the tenants were much less recognized, a member of Combo Camaguey explaining how the introduction of the synthesizer enabled them to escape the tyranny of popular music clubs in which he had piano , the stomachs talking about the total lack in moving the rock 80 ... many things. And it's, like surf lucid, clear evidence that there was a time when music was much more important. And that the links formed around it as well. ***



Influenza A introduced a new element, previously unknown to most of us, in our houses: the alcohol gel. Out of curiosity I bought a bottle, and small act of faggotry choose a scented aloe vera. I do not know if it serves to give a fuck, but after spending the gel for hands, they left me with a nice fragrant aroma of alcohol and aloe. Hours afterwards I still feel that fresh smell in the back of my hands.

One night I discovered also that it is excellent to start the third carbon of my salamander, and a minute is aloe-scented smoke that environmental home. ***



sociologist Rafael Bayce is interviewed by the daily on the subject of criminal and minority groups are perceived as diffusers codes violence (football bars, some urban tribes ...). Bayce with soil who match their vision especially in legalizing drugs, has always assumed the role of defender of the marginalized sectors, and is among the few who bother to take the perspective of them. In the interview, Bayce defends these groups of belonging, identity and cohesive as sectors that have stigmatized prejudices, generalizations from their more violent members without regard to the large number of members of those who behave as fully associative. Ok, it's a valid point. I have my doubts about the benefits join a group of people who sing together the best thing that happened in life was the day that some of that group killed a young man to wear a different color shirt, but I admit that is a complex issue.

But after warning against generalizations, Bayce makes a particularly brutal, says: " Those traders who are attacked by monsters that consume cocaine base are the slave who rob people, emphasize expired products, with the balance trout have one working to pay him 3,000 pesos which should work for four and win 5,000. After a half impoverished population, complain that the raid, please. They want to underpay, complain, and defend them from society the monsters they created .

The guild of grocers CAMBADU-Center Retail, Barista, and related AutoService of Uruguay is probably the most beaten by the current delinquency. Virtually not a week goes by in which a shopkeeper is not killed by a blast nervous and not a day passes in which two or three are not assaulted. I do not know what neighborhood you live Bayce, in mine, which is not particularly humble, grocers are not just exploitative capitalist landlords behave like cotton in southern U.S. before the Civil War, on the contrary, those who know and have survived the installation of large supermarkets, are people who works from 7 am to 9 of night-a-times, which rarely have people working with them than your family and I have ever seen getting into a 4 X 4 after closing the metal curtain, simply because they do not. Shopkeepers I know have kept their business to competition rather unfair business of large areas because of their ability to trust those who do not have credit cards, or to settle in neighborhoods where no one wants to settle, or capacity to become neighbors of being part of a neighborhood community. Shopkeepers who know know me, know my name, let me take a Coca-Cola will pay them later, I pay change for the bus when I have not.

There must be hundreds of Reverend bastards among them, of course, but even in these cases the deterministic and cutting pundits seem Bayce never be able to appreciate the tremendous disparity between someone stealing three dollars for a tomato and tuned balance that that someone is left without the collection of a week, or without the tools necessary to keep your business. The impossibility of comparing a shopkeeper has a black employee and he is paying less than you deserve, and receive that same shopkeeper shot in the face with his family. Among the reprehensible and punishable slightly and definitely irreparable.

Bayce, as the apostles of security to those who find it a crime for someone grabbed a wallet but not for an employer to an empty factory and let a hundred heads of families without work, see the attacks in terms of comprehensible and incomprehensible. He sees the pain or damage. Do not imagine the face of some grocer's widow read her assessment. Meanwhile the owners of the big supermarkets, while still unionize workers who work under the threat of dismissal sure the slightest protest, they can read that opinion without bothering at all: the end of the assault never large supermarkets, they are never behind the boxes and usually do not even live in Montevideo or in this impoverished country. ***



My favorite song of this winter's "The Trapezee Swinger" by Iron & Wine , ie Sam Beam, the singer so sweet it could kill a diabetic with only hum in the ear. Beam But the sweetness is never a kind of subterfuge to get along with in-law and potential female listeners, but the guy has the enviable ability to sound really like, or is, who the fuck knows, a better person than the rest. So a sadness difference groundwater, which apparently makes your infinite understanding the world around you not sound like a hippy Old. philanthropic, but whose human empathy saw hell and did not leave things untouched by such contemplation.

"The Trapezee Swinger" is "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands " Beam, composer who clearly one notes his love of poetry among the best street surreal Dylan . Takes about nine minutes and each of its stanzas begins with a " Please, remember me ." There is a recurring theme in the songs of Iron & Wine, and the desire to be remembered with happiness and affection. For Beam seems to be no greater terror than leave this earth without leaving traces of love among those who surrounded us. It's easy to share that fear.

The song evokes a series of images youth of very personal and intimate memories, in which anyone can identify Although very accurate, localized and defined. Beam recalls have black cars from a hill, face painting for Halloween, smoking pot in a high tower, hit by a circus ... But remember mistakes, remember things lost, remembers lost dogs who love the rain and the colorful birds that run in a circle around a well. Remember especially to a woman, that song goes. Says "I Heard from someone 're still pretty ."

But in the same way as a natural mixture composed and definitely lost, Beam has a habit-like the best Dylan interlayer fantastic elements in his paintings of suburbia, and "The Trapezee Swinger" Imagine that the pearly gates of Paradise are covered with "eloquent graffiti." And in some verses lists some " We'll Meet Again", "Fuck the man ", "Tell my mother Not to worry ", "Lost and found ", "Do not look down "," Someone save Temptation "," Who the hell can see forever? . " Near the end promises that if we reach the gates of San Pedro, will draw a picture of God and Lucifer, a boy and a girl (perhaps the very God and Lucifer), an angel kissing a sinner, a monkey and a marching band around the frightened trapeze referring to the topic name.

Although the melody of "The Trapezee Swinger" is a fairly simple chord sequence (Do-Sol-Fa-Do-Sol in the first two pairs of verses of each stanza and the beginning sequence in A minor in the last two ), not boring in any of his nine minutes, thanks to both the beauty of the letter as a subtle arrangements mutants (again the tradition of the best Dylan), to be progressively enriched without the subject climb in excess energy . It's a great summary of Beam's imagery and, possibly, vital conception of memory, mood and did not return. But among possibly many brilliant lines I still like most is the simplest, which I quoted earlier: "" I Heard from someone you're still pretty . It makes me think of a couple of women who do not need anyone tells me that retain their beauty.

*** A skinny

living on the street, wandering through a gallery downtown and around the pub I usually go, handle food, some drink and places to stay. Obviously have a mental disorder, perhaps due to drugs, maybe not, and clearly not one of those guys used to living on the street. Go to a backpack with his belongings on their backs and occasionally grabs a glass that is not theirs. From time to time a punch is linked. In a sane world would be hospitalized or medicated, but it is not. It has better days and worse days, sometimes wearing just a shirt with temperatures of zero degrees and the wind of the south promenade scaring even the most sheltered. Yet he says he is hot and not afraid.

Like all the lonely and those who fell outside the world, is generally quiet, but when someone gives you entry talks non-stop for hours. I see him approach a group of Germans who drink as if they were to invade Poland. The Germans are friendly and Hardy joins the conversation politely listen for a while and then try to continue their conversation. He continues speaking. Germans finally changing table, strategically, to a smaller one in which there is no place for raving mountebank. He follows them and remains standing at the table staring at them and unable to intervene, as they are now talking in German. But it is uncomfortable to be talking to someone standing beside you looking at you with crazy eyes, and finally one of them asked to leave them alone. It does, for a couple of minutes, then returns and stops at the same place.

Germans finish the bottle and out of the pub, followed by the viewer. When you get into a taxi, he tries to climb with them. I say no and remove him without any violence, he hangs next to the taxi and says "please take me." But the Germans do not wear it. Neither do I. ***



winter Violence is not the exclusive power of the most marginalized, everyone is horrified to learn that in a dance of Marindia, two bars of young middle-class half local, half of El Pinar - cling to fierrazos and a teenager dies from a shot. The reason apparently was that someone had ennoviado El Pinar with someone Marindia. One big reason for those who want to see a history of Montagues and Capulets, but it really is just more proof of how you can make love hate, and how people living in similar houses in resorts also near the coast, you can find an excuse to kill, to ruin, to destroy anything in the name of nothing.

When I was a teenager going to dance to some parts of the Ciudad de la Costa. Eventually we got into a brothel of fuzzy reasons. The worst thing that could happen was to leave with a black eye. Or a tooth less. Do not get stuck with a rod of steel construction. Never shot a 38 in the neck.

When I was a teenager, rarely we finished the night with some girl. But I remember one in the country of Atlantis, in which a beautiful girl, sister of an actress less attractive than her but that was considered a sex symbol decided that media- I was funny and worth being with me. I remember his lips in the spring of Atlantis and the feeling that I had been waiting all the time about something. In one of these would have been worth a shot that hit me. Luckily in those days did not shoot a poor skinny on a lucky day. ***



Every day when I go to work by bus, passing in front of a graffiti paint that catches my attention. Is on the door walled up with blocks of a closed bar on the corner of Gonzalo Ramírez and Mines and a mammal is not so defined, is all white like a polar bear, save the eyes and nose, but the shape of your head and ears more reminiscent to that of a raccoon, and at the same time suggests a panda.

The lower body of the bear, raccoon, from the height of your belly, is disintegrating into geometric pieces, as if he were making glass and this would have been stoned. Has raised forearms and look, with a huge sadness, like her hands are also starting to crystallize and crumble. While

observed for the umpteenth time, from the bottom of the hood of my jacket, I wonder how I will be sitting maldormido and somewhat disoriented by the mostly empty bus stop.

Interview Written Test

La luna - Moon

NOTICE
If you do not believe that the Apollo XI reached the Moon in the 69 (with sorry), if you believe that communications were cut for 97 seconds because they saw flying saucers, if you think it was all filmed by Stanley Kubrick and the pictures are fake, do a favor to get out of here right now. You're ugly and a disgrace to your species.

al-Qamar. The space race began April 12, 1961 when Yuri Gagarin became the first man to orbit the Earth, ie, the first man coming out of our planet physically, he looked back and saw a giant blue and white ball.


Seven years later, the December 21, 1968 the Apollo VIII was the first manned spacecraft to orbit the Moon were the first people who saw the Earth from afar, like a star more , and the first to see the dark side of the moon. One was Jim Lovell, the astronaut who, years later, would command the ill-fated Apollo XIII.


Have you ever heard the communication between Houston and the Apollo XI Lunar Module as it descended ? Armstrong was driving in manual mode, because he had broken the autopilot, and I've always been impressed by the calm of Aldrin enunciating the speed and altitude readings, while from the Earth told them how long they had fuel. 60 seconds first. After 30 seconds, and they like that. Houston Normal that they were putting the blue faces: Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed. Roger, Twank - Tranquility, we copy you on the ground. You got a bunch of guys about to turn blue. We're breathing again. Thanks a lot! The July 21, 1969 , while I was still in rice and beans, Neil Armstrong took his small step on the surface of the moon. Edwin Buzz Aldrin , when it fell behind him, he radioed the control center in Houston: As for Neil will have been a small step, but I had to hit a good jump from the ladder. Let's see? Beautiful. Magnificent desolation ... The tour lasted two hours. Armstrong said it was much easier to move in the moon than in the simulations, but soon discovered that the easiest way to move was a big jumps, striding. They took photos, collected 21 kg of lunar rocks and went back into the lunar module. Before removing the suit, accidentally broke the switch engine promotion, but Aldrin was able to do a hack with a pen. Then seven hours sleep soundly, perched on the moon. When they awoke, turned on the engine and took off for lunar orbit, to the command module, where they waited for the third member of the mission, the real hero Michael Collins .


Why not tell me that there is no merit to embark on this mission knowing that you'll never set foot on the lunar surface in spite of being so close, being aware you're going to have to stay in the command module, circling around the moon, waiting for your two friends come back and tell you what it feels like walking through a new world. And frustration. And loneliness, utter loneliness he has felt no one from Adam before Eve, Michael Collins spent several hours all alone in space, completely cut while passing by the side of the moon. When Armstrong and Aldrin returned to the lunar module, Collins took a picture that exemplifies this loneliness: a picture that appears in all mankind except him.


Ten men stepped on the moon in the next three years. The latter was Eugene Cernan, the Apollo XVII, the December 14, 1972 . Exactly 36 years, 7 months and 6 days since I stepped on the moon.

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PD: I can not speak of the moon can not remember a monologue by the comedian Eddie Izzard. I've found and I have not bothered to subtitle hastily, not realizing that the words and logo cap has not been very good. Anyway, let's say I have done things better. You can always view it directly on YouTube ... or)


PPD By the way, all photos in this post are taken from The Big Picture .

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discovered a new population of Spanish-wasp beetle in Pinto (Madrid)

In an article published in this blog in October 2008, announced the discovery of a new population of English-wasp beetle (Neoplagionotus Marcao) near Humanejos Creek, which crosses the Madrid suburb of Parla.

On 10 July, we discovered a new population of the endangered endemic beetle in the hamlet of Los pinteño astragalus, just 4 ' 5 kms from the previous location in a straight line.

marshmallow of a population of crazy (Lavatera triloba triloba) more than 30 specimens consisting of plants of different ages, we found up to 10 copies, feeding in this Malvaceae.

This new location helps to know the range re threatened by this beetle, with an opportunity more for conservation. Their presence in the area of \u200b\u200bLos astragalus, increases the ecological value of this area, already high ecological value.

It is developed a varied and valuable flora Mediterranean, with numerous endemic Iberian and Ibero-Maghrebi, and rare taxa in the Madrid region, as Colchicum triphyllum , Alyssum montanum , Lythrum flexuosum , Echinops strigosus or Cerastium dichotomum , etc., With some of them in the limit of its regional distribution as is the case Ephedra nebrodensis .

The fauna is also a factor to take into account on the site. The astragalus are an excellent habitat for steppe species and aquatic habits. Thus, many invertebrates, especially butterflies and beetles, and amphibians, reptiles and mammals, but especially birds, 133 species-to-give this place a high natural value.

feature of these open landscapes, steppe avifauna is well represented in The astragalus. Thus, in his valuable inhabit steppes of little bustard breeding populations (Tetrax tetrax) curlew (Burhinus oedicnemus) bobwhite ( Coturnix coturnix), partridge (Alectoris rufa), owl country (Asio flammeus ), shared calendar ( Melanocorypha calandra), wheatear (Oenanthe hispanica) , etc., but especially Montagu's harrier (Circus pygargus), being considered this people the best of the Community of Madrid and one of the highest quality in the Iberian Peninsula, both couples and density for high productivity.

other steppe birds such as kestrels (Falco naumanni) or the peregrine falcon (Falco peregrinus) come to this place in search of prey. During the winter, can be seen wintering hen harrier copies (Circus cyaneus) or flocks of geese ( Otis tarda), skylarks ( Alauda arvensis) and finches.

The astragalus, are a magnificent wildlife corridor for birds moving from the Southeast Regional Park to the IBA "Torrejón de Velasco-drylands of Valdemoro, or vice versa. In this way, we can observe geese, raptors, waders, etc. crossing this place.

When seasonal wetlands that dot the steppe cereals are flooded, numerous waterfowl that develop their life cycle in them. The common stilt (Himantopus himantopus), common Lapwing (Vanellus vanellus), mallards (Anas platyrhynchos) the Gadwall (Anas strepera) coot (Fulica atra), common redfish (Gallinula chloropus), the Plover ( Charadrius dubius), the Common Sandpiper (Actitis hypoleucos) the Iberian Yellow Wagtail (Motacilla flava iberiae ) the Buitrón (Cisticola juncidis) etc., Breed in these wetlands.

During the winter, in addition to other sedentary birds that flock to these wetlands for wintering. Thus, the heron (Ardea cinerea), Shoveler (Anas clypeata), girl snipe (Lymnocryptes minimus), Snipe common (Gallinago gallinago), European golden plover ( Pluvialis apricaria) the Gull (Larus fuscus), or Curlew (Numenius arquata) can be seen in this time of year in this place.

especially in autumn and spring, can be seen in The astragalus the migratory path of several waterbird species which make or heading north and central Europe.

Among these birds are to highlight the common crane (Grus grus), the redshank (Tringa totanus), the clear redshank (Tringa nebularia) the larger sandpipers (Tringa ochropus) fighter (Philomachus pugnax), the northern pintail (Anas acuta), the Garganey (Anas querquedula) or Sand Martin (Riparia riparia), staying most of these birds a few days in the wetlands, while resetting forces to continue their migration.

Finally, it includes some species Choosing waterfowl wetlands to feed The astragalus, among these species are to mention the marsh harrier ( Circus aeruginosus), cattle egret (Bubulcus ibis) , white stork (Ciconia ciconia) or rascón (Rallus aquaticus). also other birds like the avocet common (Recurvirostra avosetta) and godwit (Limosa limosa), summer in these wetlands.

is incredible obsession of certain leaders and entrepreneurs for making excessive development projects, although they mean the destruction of unique natural sites. This megalomania and disrespect for nature that entails, has put the astragalus in his sights.

Thus, despite so much natural wealth, The astragalus have aroused the greed of certain businessmen and politicians they see in this natural wealth other, being so vulnerable to various projects that constitute a serious threat to its continuity.

These projects are: the macro-urbanization "Punctum Millennium", which would occupy more than 4,000,000 m². , Space Engine that occupy 5,000,000 m²., Which would have an official Formula 1 circuit and motorcycle and a thematic city around the world for the engine, go-kart tracks, quads, 4x4, trial, schools road car test areas, entertainment centers, etc. in addition to the construction of some 7,500 homes and an industrial area. And finally, the extension of the M-410 from the town of Parla its link with the A-42 to Valdemoro joining the A-4. This infrastructure would divide the astragalus, causing a catastrophic fragmentation of land for wildlife.

legal check-out is unacceptable that even today suffer from the astragalus, although having a high ecological value, which favors the yearning of a few speculators, who place at all costs their personal interests to the common good In this case the conservation of unique places.

Thus, places such as astragalus and many other southern Madrid remain marginalized outside the protection of nature so often touting the politicians.

Currently, there is not one legally protected natural area in the eastern region of La Sagra Madrid, a faithful reflection of the contempt of the political class by nature of this amazing region.

conservation of threatened English-wasp beetle would be miraculous to such adverse circumstances.

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It's funny how in these times postmodern, in which the concept of "genius" applied to an artist almost has disappeared along with the confidence that art can conjure up any more than entertainment, people at the same time be so generous with the word "genius" Charly García is a genius every time you pull a musical fart that does not offend too pituitary-or every time you take a throw and behaves like a 16 year old Brazilian-vodka past; MIA toils and degrades a colossal riff Clash and is a genius ; Yayo Poronga grabs against a Bolivian girl, in a country where the Bolivians are continuously discriminated in the most abject, screaming "this is for you", and is a genius .

However I do not believe in total emptying of the word "genius", because I believe in total emptying of art as a form of human exchange, and therefore I can easily use the term for a composer repetitive pedantic, overly prolific and technically limited, but that between right and wrong, can from time to time, fortunately more and more frequently, to evoke the language of his time and condense the confusion of this world polyphonic disintegrated in a sensitive, that empathy does not depend on the most obvious but more subtle. This is called genius John Darnielle, leader and essentially only member of the band The Mountain Goats . Darnielle

I discovered while almost everyone about eight years ago with the song ' The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton ', a folk song that would not out of place in The Frewheelin 'Bob Dylan if not that is recorded with a tape in a cassette tape (which is perfectly audible hum), and if it were not for the folk heroes of the song are a couple of teenage metalheads who after having been despised and plan some kind of hopeless sinister revenge, never explicit in the letter- and culminates in an oddly festive " Hail Satan! ."

A song so good that inevitably reduced in comparison to almost any other of the dozens of thronged his compositions too many albums. Graphomaniac Syndrome victim of Robert Pollard , Darnielle seemed willing to break a record number of issues published, forgetting the fundamental principle that art is both a process of creation and selection. To make matters worse by appealing to a lo-fi sound that instead of providing different textures had become only a more snobbery.

When I was losing interest in Darnielle, the incredibly hostile-but-sweet and powerful song ' No Children', present in his first record in a decent studio - Tallahassee (2002) - reminded me that the guy was really serious, but that record concept that revolves around self-destructive relationship of a couple I found also a negative characteristic of the composer care too much literary craft of writing workshop, which was a vocabulary-rich songs and original in theme and development, but too cerebral and self-conscious of its "artistic." In short: amazing, but not in the best sense of the adjective. Darnielle I got bored and stopped paying attention for some years. One day I was intrigued to see what he was that kind of admired that some issues and I got an album called The Sunset Tree , but did not listen and left him lost somewhere on my hard drive.

this summer for the first time I bought an MP3 player, a sort of I-Pod Samsung I decided to fill the disk had not yet had time to listen, and take him Punta Rubia along with a good collection CDs. This selection, in which he records AC Newman, Antony & the Johnsons and The Beta Band - ended up being one of the sets of songs that I heard more and better in the last ten years, and he went into the best possible environments: on the bus to La Pedrera. Among the records was, of course, that The Sunset Tree, I decided to listen after disappointment with the overrated and inconsequential bladders Animal Collective, knowing that at least I would find well-composed songs. I started listening to The Sunset Tree shortly after crossing the boundary between Maldonado and Rocha, and finished it shortly before reaching Punta Rubia. There was a very different musically disk overwritten Tallahassee, and many of the flaws were still there Darnielle lyric ( i was seventeen years young ), but it was a fucking masterpiece and one of the disks full of strong emotions I have ever heard.

Then I would learn, but not really surprised me because you can not write well about something not lived, that the disc was part of a trilogy of concept albums and largely autobiographical (Darnielle to Tallahassee claimed that all their songs were about characters who were totally estranged), a trilogy that began with a series of portraits of friends amphetamine in Portland, We Shall All Be Healed (2004)-a very attractive disc, and culminating with the disappointing and tearful description of her marital breakup Get Lonely (2006), perhaps his worst album.

Which is really strange, as its predecessor, the aforementioned The Sunset Tree is the best thing ever made and possibly the best you will make. An album that in many of his subjects is his adolescence under the oppression of a brutal and unsympathetic stepfather, who busts involuntarily wake tubal get home (' Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod ') and daydreaming to kill a shotgun in his mouth ("Lion's Teeth '), which contains a number of songs quite touching, full of rage and love barely contained. An album that brings a smile to the face terrorist hear Darnielle singing the verses brutal warriors ' Up the Wolves' ('m gonna bribe the Officials, I'm gonna kill all the judge / It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage / Our mother has-been absent / Ever Since We found Rome / But There's gonna be a party When the Wolf Comes Home ) or that fills you with indefinable sadness to the shadowy hopes of lovers of ' Dinu Lipatti's Bones . "

In particular, suppose that for reasons both personal and for the qualities of the song disarmed me, almost literally, with the last track, "Pale Green Things ', which evokes in its report to the son of a bitch by her stepfather but can not remember more than a few rare moments until tender and pitiful in the horse racing. At a time Darnielle said his sister called it a night at 3 am and quietly sings " She told me how you'd Died at last " and immediately repeated his voice cracking on " at last! "with a class of pain relief and pain that only someone who has lived with the hatred of a family member can not choose to understand.

( heard that "at last" and down the bus, with the case of the guitar on his back and a bag hanging from each shoulder, down the street from Wonderland and seeing how far the deep blue ocean on a sunny day. Heard nothing more than the distant growl of the Atlantic and the restless buzz of cicadas. I lit a joint he had in his shirt pocket, "I only smoke in the summer, and went to the store to find the keys to the ranch. A little before arriving I had to stop to wipe my face, because I was soaking in something that was not sweat. But I felt good, very good, finally . was summer and it was a sunny day full of expectations .)

The rear disc, Get Lonely would be even more cathartic but too self-centered, cerebral and complainant to be really exciting, and far more melodic poor (although the sound production is virtually identical). After this avalanche autobiographical, Darnielle, luckily without leaving the good sound and good musical-traveling companions returned to their various subjects lo-fi records with Heretic Pride, an album that takes its name from a Aura Noir theme -a band of Norwegian black metal-and returning to resume their usual obsessions: extreme metal imagery, historical figures of reggae, references writers of subgenres, romances complicated and violent feelings. A great album with the best drummers in the world - Jon Wurster - which crowned him with American criticism as official poet laureate of rock today, and in which there are at least three songs master, the great individualist vision arrogantly religious theme that gives it its name, the ominous ' Michael Myers Resplendent ' and what is possibly one of his songs more profound and moving: ' Marduk T-Shirt Men's Room Incident ':

Slump Up Against
the sink Hair plastered to her
cheeks Marduk t-shirt sticking to her skin
Refugee from a disco in old east Berlin

weightless
formless
blameless
nameless

Stray syllables were gurgling
From her throat one at a time
Face hidden from my view
I let myself imagine she was you

Only weightless,
formless,
blameless,
nameless

And when I washed my hands
I ran the water hotter than I could stand

Half rising
to a crouch Sinking back down to the floor
when you're walking keep your head low
Try not to leave traces When You Go

Stay weightless, formless
,
blameless, nameless


From disc liner notes, in which Darnielle describes various features of the inspiration of the issues, this song just say that it came from a vision , an image that does not give more information. Which is right for you is one of their songs more elliptical, and that however, is both clear and open, polysemic.

The Marduk t-shirt mentioned since the title refers to one of the most brutal and yet clownish black bands (or where appropriate, with a lot of death ) Scandinavian metal. Formed with the express intention of being a group brutally offensive and blasphemous, the Marduk became notorious from their first album, called Fuck Me Jesus and whose cover displayed a picture of a woman self-sodomized with a crucifix. Material hardcore, say. In any case

Marduk Swedes have always been something of a joke, far from the musical quality bands like Ulver , Emperor or Enslaved , it was always Marduk musical barbarism and utter darkness, in some ways closer to what's abnormal and or Gorgoroth Dark Funeral , but with the grotesque stage Cradle of Filth's and a sense of subtlety worthy of Gwar (but without humor). However, they were-and are-a very popular band in the huge European market for extreme metal.

The reference to such a brutal band is ambivalent: on one hand Darnielle is a leading consumer of extreme metal, which may not be noticeable in their music but that in addition to prove that it is a thin type-nourished references many of his songs. Since its successful ' The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton ', it is usual that has references to rock groups of this subculture in his songs, particularly in the dark Satanic Messiah EP -published simultaneously Heretic Pride , at 666 copies sold for $ 6.66, "in which there is even a (good) song called 'Live Sarcophagus', which owes its name to a rather obscure Brazilian metal band. Not only that: Darnielle wrote an entire book on the third disc Black Sabbath, Master of Reality . That is, not just pose and is not ironic.

But you also have to consider two things beyond Darnielle possible interest in the genre: the inclusion of these names and references in contrast to the smooth sound and musical economy of the topics that mention and also provide a cultural framework and Instant age. The metal, beyond some media and artists, as Darnielle himself, "I have made a renewed coolness under , is music of people who fell from the train of fashion, who are terrified by the limits of maturity and obscured by the inadequacy of the youth, the disenfranchised generation. Music sweep is denigrated as immature, even while the largest supplier of musical virtuosos, is music of people of simple feelings and Manichean. And music is generally of late adolescents and lower-middle class, children of alcoholics and people in poorly constructed housing complexes.

There is no musical or lyrical brutality (at least explicitly) in ' Marduk T-Shirt Men's Room Incident . " On the contrary, like ' Dinu Lipatti's Bones ' or ' In Corolla ', features Darnielle exploring the edges softer and delicate his sometimes irritating nasal voice, seeking absolute intimacy with the listener and radiating sadness unfathomable. Accompaniment Music is minimal and subtle issue: just a blur of guitar arpeggio that at some point is underscored by a light string arrangement, and in the choruses, a trembling female chorus, even weaker than the desolate lead singer. Is in any case, a beautiful song that conveys the fragile melancholy of the best songs of Cocteau Twins or Nick Drake , and a first listen might confunidrse with an ethereal theme of unrequited love. But in the hands of a lyricist as Darnielle, obviously that would not be so easy.

never very clear what is being described in this song: you know you are in a men's bathroom and there is a girl collapsed-either alcohol, drugs or his usual mix-soaked and with enormous difficulties in entering the lavatario or getting off the ground. No one knows what happened but without any direct reference, all connote some sort of sexual contact between the girl and the narrator. Beyond the description of his posture, his hair stuck to my face and shirt of Marduk, do not know much about the girl turned and just referred to as a "refugee from a disk of old East Berlin." The shirt of a metal band, the apparent poisoning, and why not blame the omnipresent narrator, suggests the idea that this is a very young girl, but also could simply be a good example of that kind of woman who is qualified and sums and simplifying the derogatory term of "busted." But she does not speak, so we know little about their feelings and intentions.

do know enough about the feelings of the narrator of the song and apparent participant in the above actions to the lyrics of the theme features or borders. And what I feel is, apparently, a huge fault: do not know what did and did not know under what circumstances, but there is an absolute repentance. Rather disastrous condition of the girl could involve some type of abuse or dishonest advantage of the situation, but there is a couplet ("the dark side in my eyes / let me imagine it was you") that do not fit at all. Rather, it gives the impression of a fleeting infidelity, or simply a sexual relationship haunted by the horror of sex. A fleeting erotic encounter, seen through the distorting lens and lucidly post-coital depression, in that when the blood returns from the posh to the brain, bypassing the heart. And the narrator's reaction is simply a request that the girl is completely gone.

there anything similar in the apparent contrast between the sweetness of the music and the most misogynistic of his plea that reminds me of one of the best songs of the Rolling Stones ' Backstreet Girl. " It - Mick Jagger among his period as macho as a lyricist, "I pray to a girl who has obviously had some sort of affair that does not follow, do not try to be anything important for him not to bother his wife, who is not part of their world and to be limited simply to be his "girl back street," a concept that is not equivalent to the proud man back door of sodomized Willie Dixon, entertainment but you have to hide fault for not being sufficiently presentable to the official image of the singer. But despite the repellent that is the central concept of the song, there is a strange tenderness in "Backstreet Girl" that goes beyond nice melody, and that comes from the weakness with which Jagger sings, much more attuned to appeal that order. At first listen to the narrator seems a scoundrel, but we do not know the terms in which the ratio was raised, and all we saw Fatal Attraction know how expensive it can sometimes become a volatile time.

( After the last sentence should be a smiley doing a wink, especially after mentioning a film as repellent as above, but I guess everyone, men and women have gone through that experience very uncomfortable and sometimes frightening of when an encounter occasional sexual manslaughter is perceived by the other person as something else, and that perception-in this society in which romantic love partner is fully inflated and seems to justify more intrusive behavior, gives, or seems to give a kind the right to interfere in our lives to an extent far greater than a simple powder should be allowed. Love-word that is often referred to simply neurotic obsession, "is supposedly a fascination with a person who should show through in the constant desire of happiness of the same, but often becomes an excuse for trouble, destruction, of torture. Love is a word that defines mismatch two diametrically opposed reactions to the same person that called both a covenant between two or more adults and taking solitary individual and the right to that covenant. )

I said earlier that there was (or rather, I did not think there is very difficult to say anything before so open songs like this) abuse in the tense, somewhat dreamlike lyncheano of this song. But everything is relative in the world of guilt Andrea Dworkin, one of the extreme feminists who inadvertently ended up discrediting the concept of feminism, argued that heterosexual sex was always a violation, the mere concept of penetration was synonymous abuse, invasion, suggesting that homosexual sex was only worth for women. Ignoring the essential stupidity of the concept and taking it to a more sensible, we must recognize that in a society in which sex remains deeply blamed, especially for women, taking an active role, which has culturally physiognomy is essentially a man may be seen as an act of courage in almost military terms, ie in terms of what matters is only the winner (male orgasm). But there are sensitive people who can not abstract from the merengue of responsibility and guilt that means dealing with an idealized damn act simultaneously especially when there is social and individual assumption of being in charge of decisions.

One woman, the Uruguayan writer Armonia Somers said something interesting to wonder which may have happened to someone who has not lived it, in one of his best stories, Sommers takes pity on men, noting that while women do not know what to do with virginity, once lost and lose it forever, men to be virgins again whenever you are sexually for the first time with a woman. Whenever simultaneous assume the responsibilities of erection and the pleasure of others. There is some truth in that.

In any case, the narrator of this song (Darnielle is it?, he is often separated from the first person in his compositions, but given the paucity of sexual references in his numerous songs and his Catholic background would guess that is not someone who is comfortable with sexual or that it considers the most natural thing in the world) you wash your hands with the hottest water you can bear. Clearly not as innocent and not feel guilty. But wash your hands, a symbolic act as hygienic as lazy old man after Pontius Pilate called , with the hottest water you can bear. Is punished lightly. At the same time exempt from any blame on the girl ( blameless ), in fact, exempt from any human interference in his life: he asks to remain weightless, formless, blameless, nameless. To enter in the box of what we wanted, but no traces deeply (do not want to do) in our lives.

Somehow it seems that this is not one of those stories that we have men, even among men, but Darnielle's seeping into a song, this form of expression with which the ancient troubadours trying to seduce the ladies and which their modern heirs try to prove they are better people than others, because he knows that it is sensitive material , uncharted and possibly ineffable. Has not nothing to do with the confessional, but with poetic mapping uncharted territory for the song. A desolate and sordid yet is represented in terms of beauty for the simple recognition of his deep humanity . That is a quality perhaps not geniuses, as qualified above Darnielle, but brave composers more interested in expressing that seduce.

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al-Hamama. confess, my friends, I am very easy as pie: if any of you want to love him to death and he felt an uncontrollable sexual attraction would only have to give me this coin:


This is a columnar English, a real eight, and is one of the world's most famous coins. Was accepted as payment throughout the globe well into the nineteenth century, and it drew many countries to create their own currencies, including the United States. Himself Long John Silver's parrot in Treasure Island , claws kept Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! , and even said that the bar dollar sign is copied from the drawing of the two columns, you hear, it's a lie, but do as I do, because the story is pretty. In short, friends, friends, today I want to tell a story of coins and pigeons.


just three weeks ago, I walked solace in the far-away island of El Hierro , with wind-bent juniper trees, their órdago cliffs, forests of laurel and red sand beaches. I focused mainly good food and drinking well. In particular, I focused on taste, much to my taste the cheeses tremendous El Hierro, because it's good fame carried bananas, friends: if there is something good in the Canaries are goat cheese, smoked either paprika or dried. Indeed, from here I announce to everyone (but especially Marigustín) that, throughout this year living there, I have not eaten a single banana.


One day, while others waited by the car, a native from El Hierro showed the house next door and spoke to me at full speed, shook me hand and we had this amazing conversation: Man, hello, how are you, where do you? Hi, nice. As everyone is a site, but I'm from Murcia. Oops, yes? In Murcia there are many pigeons, right? ... took me to react, because, precisely in Murcia, be a pigeon or a jam session means to be pretty silly. And that's leaving aside the inevitable reference to lame pigeon. I understand that you are referring to the pigeon ... well understood. Ah, well, yes, sometimes when I had lunch in the garden I saw the popcorn making careers. Oh, I would love to see that. You know that once I was in the Era Alta, watching races? Look there. And I pointed to a pigeon a few hundred meters, only then I heard the drone. Indeed, the Era Alta is a district of the vegetable gardens and orchards, with 3,000 inhabitants, and I swear that there are many urbanites Murcia neither know it, so double surprise. Do you rear pigeons? Are they yours? Yes, I'm the only one of the island. People look at me like I was crazy. I do not understand that leave so much money on this. Some of my pigeons can be worth a million, easy. Oops, I understand perfectly. I collect coins and also my friends think I'm crazy for letting me money on that. What I said was not out there calling me a funny numistonto . Yes, collect coins? Mmm, for another day we meet, before you go, remind me to give you a gift.


Two days later, when we met at the door, pulled a large coin from his pocket and gave it to me. You told me collected, right? Well, take a gift. God, thank you very much. is silver, old, worth ... priceless. Can not you see that is silver? Man, as well as incalculable ... Four euros at most, pulling from the top. latter did not tell, but I thought because it was a hard silver Venezuela, 1911, fairly common, gastadísimo and disposed within a pendant, coin, on the other hand, I have already in good condition. The fact is that I thanked him very much detail: I love having intra currencies. I'll only ask for a favor. You said you knew the number was columbaires High, right? If you've read this far, know that I did not say that or joke. Well, see, I've ever eaten with them at the same restaurant. Perfect therefore to see if tomorrow morning I can give my details and put me in touch with them to see if I can ever escape the Era Alta. Sure, sure, I appreciate that, imagine: who catch a break in the Era Alta. Then I will do everything in my power, do not worry. And thank you for the currency. The next day, very early, left the island and never seen again. Today, repentance grips me. Today I want to make this man happy. Help me. Do not know some of the Era Alta columbaire by any chance?

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PD: Indeed, parrots and pigeons zurean Garren. To see if one day write an entry in the elephant that can speak to bars.

PPD: I can not resist to show you my latest acquisition. Look how beautiful.