One train may hide another train
is a poem by Kenneth Koch U.S. (1925-2002), inspired by a sign that the poet saw in Kenya. Party:
In a poem, a verse can hide another verse,
Similarly, in a cross,
A train may hide another train.
So, if you intend
The railroad crossing waiting for a good time
to pass first. And when you read
Wait until you read the next verse-
There, just, you know you're safe.
In one family, one sister may conceal another.
So when you're courting, the better to surround them all sight,
For if not, by seducing one, you could end
love with each other.
And in Valparaiso? A mountain can hide another hill. Take the case of Baron. When is the last time you took your lady pololear there? I recommend that you do so immediately.
guess the lookout Portales, named after the mountain's most famous tenant, would be an obvious place to start. So do not. Party best on the street Setimio, the Montmartre of Buenos Aires. Walking
any Cerro Porteno always brings a bonus. Is the walk you see and one that bubbles inside. Two rides in one. Hides a train to another train.
Setimio, meanwhile, is one of the few streets that are in Valparaiso hill that was always designed as a boulevard. Thus, it was in 1845 when he laid the first stone of the convent of the Franciscan order. That we have never met such a mandate? This is another problem.
I invite you to imagine the face of Don Eduardo Provasoli when it first arrived in 1890. The famed Italian architect, who, years later, the iconic rise in Chiloe Castro Cathedral, would be responsible for building the tower this most famous of Chile. For my part, I can not walk the streets without imagining Setimio outdoor cafes and cherry-filled central floe and almond blossom.
But standing under the San Francisco Church in the evening does not require any imagination. It's a unique experience. Time stops. How many characters, steam coming from Europe after sailing Cape Horn, they had their first look at Valparaiso looking over here? Is the convent with its gardens and cobblestones. Quite a ride in itself. Wonderful. Doubling
right on White Street and wandering the streets Viel as Tocornal, Acevedo, and General Belgrano, we enter the heart of Baron Hill, a typical Buenos Aires neighborhood full of adobe and stucco houses, all with continuous facade very life of pavement. Each corner brings empanadas shop or store.
Climbing the hill, you reach a small square built by the neighbors. The garden is formidable. Unsurpassed view of the tower. From this place, we discover another Valparaiso.
Or, as Kenneth Koch: "It may be important / have waited a moment / to see what was always there.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Very Mild Alcohol Poisoning
Valparaiso, outside the square
In a well-known psychologist, a specialist in dealing with the best golfers in the world, likes to present to his pupils a famous drawing. There are nine dots in a square assembly. Does exercise? Connect the nine dots using only four lines lines, without lifting pencil from paper.
99% of those who try end up surrendering. "Can not" they say. Does your problem? Assume that their options are reduced to the universe represented by the square. If you accept these limitations, the puzzle is impossible. And what about the 1%? Parten, like many, by connecting the diagonal passing through the middle. Then fold the bottom. But when you reach the last dot, rather than double again, continue straight ahead until you see outside the square. From this perspective, they discover a new geometry. The nine points does not necessarily have to form a square. Why can not form two triangles? The solution appears. The message? When adversity ambushes you must learn to think outside the square.
In 1988, Australia turned 200 years old and held a great time with the World Expo in Brisbane. It claimed a vast wasteland of old warehouses and industries on the south bank of the Brisbane River. These were transformed into hotels, lofts, and restaurants. Between the river edge and the industrial heritage recovered, cleared an area of \u200b\u200b20 hectares for the installation of 102 flags.
But the Expo lasted only 6 months. Once completed, the exhibitions were dismantled, leaving a void in the hearts of "the South Bank."
rained offers. Housing? "Offices? "Trade? A college campus?
The answer came through the famous firm of architects, Denton Corker Marshall, Melbourne, specialists in "thinking outside the square." They presented an urban master plan was amazed by its simplicity, elegance and genius.
406 were sent to build sinuous tendrils of galvanized iron. Each post measured 4.5 meters and was a real sculpture itself. The posts were erected in two parallel columns of 203 earrings each. There were intervals of 5 meters between each post. At ground level, the two columns were separated by 7 meters. Up came together as earwigs. Overall, this monumental structure meandered one kilometer. From the air it looked like the skeleton of a giant python.
Once erected the town, joined the earrings with a set of wires. On these, planted thousands of fuchsia bougainvillea.
15 years later, the "Great Parrón of Brisbane" stands as a global benchmark of good urbanism. Seduces with its sculptural beauty. But most striking impact has been a glorious city. Articulates, defines, and integrates all life on the southern shore.
His sinuous curves are perforated by five straight streets. This combination makes urban spaces differently and nature, similar to the labyrinth of Valparaiso. In some areas, leaving parks, fountains, even a small pond with Japanese garden. Others boast cafés, libraries, galleries and restaurants. On weekends it is an organic product fair.
I'm not going to lie. The first day I walked beneath this wonderful sculpture had a single thought: "I want to bring me three to Valparaiso." Visualized one for the Avenida Argentina, one for the Avenida Brasil (zigzagging between the palm trees and monuments), and another in the "Esplanade of the Sea" contemplated by Puerto Barón. The three would be a great ride of three miles break in Valparaiso entry and culminate in the building of the Regional Government.
Ay ... Dreaming is free. But my point is another: 20 years ago that our authorities contingency contingency live. We close lifts, that dogs bite tourists. Every day, you have to put some fire. Valparaiso is a puzzle of nine points. If you take out the garbage from one place and reappears in another. The nine points can never be together as long as we live within our small square.
The Forum of Cultures have been the ideal setting to bring world-class teachers to teach us to dream beyond such limitations. But when the previous government launched the Forum let this historic opportunity became another fire more.
But all is not lost. I recommend that the Regional Government, in conjunction with the CNCA, invite five major global planners to Valparaiso on the scale of those who devised the Great Parrón of Brisbane. Maybe five major symposia, dictated by geniuses who live away from our stuffy world of prejudices and limitations, is just the need for savvy blow from the nightmare of our own little world where everything seems impossible.
In a well-known psychologist, a specialist in dealing with the best golfers in the world, likes to present to his pupils a famous drawing. There are nine dots in a square assembly. Does exercise? Connect the nine dots using only four lines lines, without lifting pencil from paper.
99% of those who try end up surrendering. "Can not" they say. Does your problem? Assume that their options are reduced to the universe represented by the square. If you accept these limitations, the puzzle is impossible. And what about the 1%? Parten, like many, by connecting the diagonal passing through the middle. Then fold the bottom. But when you reach the last dot, rather than double again, continue straight ahead until you see outside the square. From this perspective, they discover a new geometry. The nine points does not necessarily have to form a square. Why can not form two triangles? The solution appears. The message? When adversity ambushes you must learn to think outside the square.
In 1988, Australia turned 200 years old and held a great time with the World Expo in Brisbane. It claimed a vast wasteland of old warehouses and industries on the south bank of the Brisbane River. These were transformed into hotels, lofts, and restaurants. Between the river edge and the industrial heritage recovered, cleared an area of \u200b\u200b20 hectares for the installation of 102 flags.
But the Expo lasted only 6 months. Once completed, the exhibitions were dismantled, leaving a void in the hearts of "the South Bank."
rained offers. Housing? "Offices? "Trade? A college campus?
The answer came through the famous firm of architects, Denton Corker Marshall, Melbourne, specialists in "thinking outside the square." They presented an urban master plan was amazed by its simplicity, elegance and genius.
406 were sent to build sinuous tendrils of galvanized iron. Each post measured 4.5 meters and was a real sculpture itself. The posts were erected in two parallel columns of 203 earrings each. There were intervals of 5 meters between each post. At ground level, the two columns were separated by 7 meters. Up came together as earwigs. Overall, this monumental structure meandered one kilometer. From the air it looked like the skeleton of a giant python.
Once erected the town, joined the earrings with a set of wires. On these, planted thousands of fuchsia bougainvillea.
15 years later, the "Great Parrón of Brisbane" stands as a global benchmark of good urbanism. Seduces with its sculptural beauty. But most striking impact has been a glorious city. Articulates, defines, and integrates all life on the southern shore.
His sinuous curves are perforated by five straight streets. This combination makes urban spaces differently and nature, similar to the labyrinth of Valparaiso. In some areas, leaving parks, fountains, even a small pond with Japanese garden. Others boast cafés, libraries, galleries and restaurants. On weekends it is an organic product fair.
I'm not going to lie. The first day I walked beneath this wonderful sculpture had a single thought: "I want to bring me three to Valparaiso." Visualized one for the Avenida Argentina, one for the Avenida Brasil (zigzagging between the palm trees and monuments), and another in the "Esplanade of the Sea" contemplated by Puerto Barón. The three would be a great ride of three miles break in Valparaiso entry and culminate in the building of the Regional Government.
Ay ... Dreaming is free. But my point is another: 20 years ago that our authorities contingency contingency live. We close lifts, that dogs bite tourists. Every day, you have to put some fire. Valparaiso is a puzzle of nine points. If you take out the garbage from one place and reappears in another. The nine points can never be together as long as we live within our small square.
The Forum of Cultures have been the ideal setting to bring world-class teachers to teach us to dream beyond such limitations. But when the previous government launched the Forum let this historic opportunity became another fire more.
But all is not lost. I recommend that the Regional Government, in conjunction with the CNCA, invite five major global planners to Valparaiso on the scale of those who devised the Great Parrón of Brisbane. Maybe five major symposia, dictated by geniuses who live away from our stuffy world of prejudices and limitations, is just the need for savvy blow from the nightmare of our own little world where everything seems impossible.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
6v Battery Charger Circuit Diagram
Ephemeral Eternity
My daughter asks, "What does the tooth fairy with so many teeth?".
"This, along with how they built the pyramids, are the two great mysteries of the universe," I say.
is studied carefully in the mirror fascinated by the inflamed gingiva hole left in the place where once there was a pallet. Today, Sunday, will have his second ballet recital at the Aula Magna of the UTFSM. It will be a kitten. A kitten with a missing tooth.
On Tuesday, when I had to pick at his academy, I did evil. I arrived five minutes earlier. I hid behind a small door opening to spy rehearsing their steps. Inside, the teacher shouted instructions: On Sunday, if they drop the Colet, did they pick? "No!" answered 10 beautiful kittens. And if they drop a button? "No." If they fall line? "No."
For a moment I forgot the corruption case, internal elections of political parties, the CEP poll numbers, elevators rusting rails. For a moment I was happy.
Oh, happiness. This ephemeral eternity. Today, in major American universities, you can study anything, from a Marxist deconstruction of the song "Like a Virgin" to "how to make more money using Facebook and Twitter", through "whether or not a gene bisexuality in crustaceans. " But there is neither a degree nor a master's joy. Just listen to a couple of minutes our political debate to know what little is known of the latter.
In an interview 1981, a reporter asked Bob Dylan what motivated him to continue to reinvent itself over and over again: "You do not need no fame or money. Artistically, there is nothing to get you, then you have dozens of songs immortal.'ve Earned your place in history. Why do not you rest and enjoy what you have done? ".
Dylan replied: "There are whole industries devoted to sick, to perpetuate our disease. Permeates the film, television, advertising, entertainment, signs on the road. If I did not think my music could help someone be happy, would not be singing.'d be sailing in a boat, or walking through the woods. "
speaking leadership, be a happy person has many benefits. "People do not follow us by what we say," Sun Tzu said, "People follow us as we are." In the East they call this "The law of reversed effort." The more desperately looking for something, the more we move away from it.
One of the great secrets of the mystic that he was at Valparaiso from 1998-2003 was just that. For a moment, the locals forget their sorrows. They stopped being victims. Reenamoraron is your city. Rediscovered the joy of being Buenos Aires. The rest came alone.
For one day, forgive me if I do not speak or unemployment, or Port Market, or stray dogs. Today I go to the ballet. A dance masters.
My daughter asks, "What does the tooth fairy with so many teeth?".
"This, along with how they built the pyramids, are the two great mysteries of the universe," I say.
is studied carefully in the mirror fascinated by the inflamed gingiva hole left in the place where once there was a pallet. Today, Sunday, will have his second ballet recital at the Aula Magna of the UTFSM. It will be a kitten. A kitten with a missing tooth.
On Tuesday, when I had to pick at his academy, I did evil. I arrived five minutes earlier. I hid behind a small door opening to spy rehearsing their steps. Inside, the teacher shouted instructions: On Sunday, if they drop the Colet, did they pick? "No!" answered 10 beautiful kittens. And if they drop a button? "No." If they fall line? "No."
For a moment I forgot the corruption case, internal elections of political parties, the CEP poll numbers, elevators rusting rails. For a moment I was happy.
Oh, happiness. This ephemeral eternity. Today, in major American universities, you can study anything, from a Marxist deconstruction of the song "Like a Virgin" to "how to make more money using Facebook and Twitter", through "whether or not a gene bisexuality in crustaceans. " But there is neither a degree nor a master's joy. Just listen to a couple of minutes our political debate to know what little is known of the latter.
In an interview 1981, a reporter asked Bob Dylan what motivated him to continue to reinvent itself over and over again: "You do not need no fame or money. Artistically, there is nothing to get you, then you have dozens of songs immortal.'ve Earned your place in history. Why do not you rest and enjoy what you have done? ".
Dylan replied: "There are whole industries devoted to sick, to perpetuate our disease. Permeates the film, television, advertising, entertainment, signs on the road. If I did not think my music could help someone be happy, would not be singing.'d be sailing in a boat, or walking through the woods. "
speaking leadership, be a happy person has many benefits. "People do not follow us by what we say," Sun Tzu said, "People follow us as we are." In the East they call this "The law of reversed effort." The more desperately looking for something, the more we move away from it.
One of the great secrets of the mystic that he was at Valparaiso from 1998-2003 was just that. For a moment, the locals forget their sorrows. They stopped being victims. Reenamoraron is your city. Rediscovered the joy of being Buenos Aires. The rest came alone.
For one day, forgive me if I do not speak or unemployment, or Port Market, or stray dogs. Today I go to the ballet. A dance masters.
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