had written a lengthy post on pleibiscito for the revocation of the amnesty law. He had written about shame and filth and cowardice and horror, and the opportunity to clean up a bit. On the terrible memories of 1989 when me disgusted to live in Uruguay. On the revulsion that I produced advertising images of "Yes, boys and girls with smiling produced by advertisers morons who still do not understand, to twenty years of those cops who danced with green tights, as if the Green vote was the legalization of joint-that he was talking about a serious and tragic issue. On a left Frente that means nothing to me, is going to vote for a candidate that you feel sorry for the "oldies" repressive prison and did not move a fucking hair of his mustache to do something for the vote to the pink slip . On these militants imbeciles who care more voters humiliate the traditional parties, like a football game, that clean the filth to be known as a country complicit in torture. On the history rewritten by the winners now, and once again appealing to the theory of the two demons, but now embellished as the story of St. George and the Dragon. About not confused or confuse the issue with the vote by letter, to which I am totally opposed and election speculation was proposed by two minutes without thinking about its fundamental injustice. On my affection for the emigrants and my desire to stay out of my life if they will not share it. On silence, on communication, on the rare historic opportunity to make a fateful moment in which democracy became a river of shit.
But it's not worth at this stage of things post something so long, partly because of the complications of reading and, above all, for simplicity of the case. I mean, no, vote and eliminate the pink slip that rotten law. Scare the curse.
al-fīziyā . " How is physics, is not it, folks? You know particular that come to my office every day hundreds of letters from all over the world. In them, readers of the blog I participate doubts and uncertainties, phobias and desires, they tell me how difficult it is to be a champion of skeptical thinking and what it costs them not to be fooled. Let's see what that says a reader, chosen at random: Hello, friend Pol, my name is Eleni and I am Greek. I have curves and super-duper, all night, I imagine you naked. see, what happens to me is this: every day makes me uphill analyze everything I see. Yes, my friend Pol, I feel deceived, that my mind is dirty. What I can do? Dear friend, using physics. Friends, use it without complexes! Do you want an example? Here it is.
First, look at this video (patience, because the video itself starts at 31 seconds):
Leaving aside the dubious necessity had to destroy a great song , we have a poor girl of all suspicious because he was black. At one point, turning a corner, runs like a soul that takes the devil, annoying and pushing everyone told passersby. However, in the end, when we thought which is worse than the bark, is that no, he did because, on the other side of the block, bricks were to fall on a girl and wanted to save. Yes, folks, I too get the sweet odor of demagogy and simplonería, but let's get to the point: can we learn from what height the happy falling bricks, so the guy gave you time to get from the other side apple? Let's see.
What it took to get from one point to another in the street?
We know that medium apple has about 60 m long.
Let's be generous and think-that it is being generous- this guy is the very Usain Bolt, can be made 100 m in 9.58 s with little muss. Let's be more generous
still and think that clashes with passers have not disturbed his career.
100 m 60 m 9.58 s in x s x = (60 ° 9.58) / 100 x = 5.748 s
the turkey cross the block would at 5.748 s . We believe it.
How fast falling bricks, that time has given arriving in 5.748 s?
Let the bricks were at rest (v α, or 0 m / s ) right in the moment when the race begins mangurrián and 5, 8 48 s later, a split second after the young save the girl, hit the ground at a speed (v ω) still do not know.
know that, although it is different depending on where we are, the gravity of the Earth implies that, on average, all falling body undergoes an acceleration of about 9.8 m / s ² , regardless of its mass.
v ω = gravity · time v ω = 9.8 m / s ² · v 5.848 s ω = 57.3104 m / s
is, that fell to the floor, the bricks were to 57.3104 m / s . Now that we know the initial velocity (v α) and the final velocity (v ω), we get the average speed of falling bricks.
v half = (v + v α ω ) / 2 v half = (0 m / s + 57.3104 m / s) / 2 v half = 28.6552 m / s
So speed average fall was 28.6552 m / s during 5.848 s . The rest is a breeze, and definitive to prove empirically that we are kidding, folks.
From what height would have to drop the bricks so that the video Usain would have had time to get there?
If we know what was the average speed of the fall and how long we can make the space covered by the bricks, that is, the height (h ) from which they fell.
h = speed · time h = 28.6552 m / s, 5.848 s h = 176.5756096 m
presto! Recall that the tower of the Cathedral of Murcia, with everything that is high, measures 98 m with the vane. It turns out that when the video guy saw that the bricks would fall, were more than 176 m up ... That we are not stupid, man! Oh ...
Conclusion
Given the physical impossibility that someone will see some falling bricks from 176 m high, with the physical inability to react in 0 seconds and takes less than 6 on the scene, the only conclusion I draw that black is concerned, quite possibly, it was a terrible person. The peaceful citizens swarmed the street did very well to avoid it, because his only intention was to run and push them, bother them and throwing the trays. Above, if that were not enough, as a great climax of evil, pouncing on a poor girl who was talking quietly on the phone, God knows what libidinous intentions. What of the bricks was a fluke. Whoever made this video is a moron. Quod erat demonstrandum.
an-nisyān. Come confesadlo: you are not accustomed to get up early, right? Do that when you do, you feel badly, you smurf voice and I chop the sunrise? Calm down, it happens to everyone. But the thing is make matters worse, when one decides to send to hell and becoming their circadian rhythm noctívago also develops amazing powers. Without going too far, myself, friends, friends, I have a superpower that is as follows:
pick up the phone when someone calls me early in the morning;
maintain a normal conversation and perfectly lucid, but his voice betrays at all my previous catatonic state, and just hanging
, forget all the talk instantly and stay asleep.
have occurred, we will ... If that is not a superpower, come down and see God.
And forget is ugly. More, if possible, if they forget pretty words are English. That must have thought Luis Hernández Alfonso to devote his life to collect more than 3,500 words disused English worth preserving. I urge you and encourage you to use, from now on, in your daily life.
burner
light sweat covering the body, without forming drops. eg In summer, we wake Murcia wrapped in a nice burner, fragrant as his own. What you had always wanted to know how they say that?
Coltsfoot
caul lining inside the shell of the eggs. Who has not eaten a boiled egg and has evolved along with the scum that shell? Well you know how is called. Also, cool name often: nothing less than a two Fs proparoxytone ...
Luquet
slice of lemon or orange is put into a drink for flavor. eg Young kind you are serving behind the bar, do you mind give me a Luquet, please? You know what you have to say in the bars from now, that you take a good Luquet.
sheet-lightning
Lightning without thunder on the horizon. If you have not ever seen a sheet-lightning, you are taking time to bet on a beach to watch the skyline. Tremendous.
adarce
salt crust leaves the sea water on wet objects. eg sorry, good-looking young lady just out of the water, do you mind if I lick the adarce ? A little romance never hurts.
calendar
person who pretends to be sick to stay in the hospital. In this could testify medicastros and the quack who read us.
cycled
That has only one testicle. eg Take egg, Penev, you made a cycled ! How forget this legendary player?
fifteen years ago a musician friend who played I got to break eggs Kiko Veneno. I was in full Hispanophobia state, at least in relation to the music of the motherland, particularly if it was something fairly earthquake. But a song caught my attention, and then another, then another. Soon turned out, still taking my first steps on the guitar, the fifth or sixth song I learned to play in my life was "Josephine."
Yesterday I went to Kiko Veneno, who goes by the sixties, in fetishistic plan to see about someone whose music had been so important to me at some point to perform the ritual of recognition.
And he shit, those who were not know. In fact for me was the definition of how someone can make shit up on stage, how you can not distract you, how to use Castilian as if they were not privileged words, how to peel without stunning.
And no, I'm going to expand on the subject, "Why do you want information / if you use it." Kiko
