Thursday, March 10, 2011

Ears Hear Promises Pina



drive if I get bored, more bored me not to drive. But they will lead an all (especially on a long trip), so I toss in the passenger seat and changed the musical repertoire on the radio. It leads to joy, drumming fingers on the steering wheel, and perfectly focused (I think) dodging trucks crush us like a cigarette and reading the names of the villages they passed. On the radio one of these evening programs in which everyone seems to get along very well and laugh automatically. Chat about anything, it seems, as unemployment that social networks of the drawbacks of having a dog, cat or iguana. Live now take a former minister, one that had trouble getting her to understand and manage airports and TGV works. Do not hate the accent, but I dislike the woman, now is vice president or something of a European investment bank, whatever that is. The compliment as a woman and have reached as high positions. Regarding the current government says may have to improve communication. We could say that a politician is someone who only accept as a communication error mistake in transmission. Ie sales. Is telling us is that we lie still wrong, is that we are poor sellers. Presumed to false modesty about how bad 'communicate', as if they admitted an excess of sincerity. At the same time accuse his opponent of being much more adept at lying. In the end, the blame will be ours, not content with his lies and half to give us hope for a ride.


BILBAO. First day. We walked unconcerned by the Gran Via Night falls. The sunglasses are useless, but they are so good. Even have something ugly. We know the city, more or less, so we are not forced to do things no tourists. Additionally, she comes to work. I come from passenger (official position) and child care provider. Clearly, he tells me on the street, which is a high country. But after repeatedly reminding me, or remind, says: Oh, you do not wear heels ... That's why.


I DO NOT KNOW what it was Bilbao earlier. I see how far Bilbao. And I see it as a walker with no destination, rather than going out to eat and return to the hotel. Bilbao I know I do not know, seven years here. The Bilbao Bilbao was once the gray, hard working, and industrial sunk, almost sour, in which one believed to have something to cling to, not because he had seen. Bilbao was that we had. At least before the invention of the museum architecture that metallic cyber cabbage and infect the rest of the city modernillo a prosperous and sustainable. No word today more blessed, sustainability. And no idea what is being, or is still some truth. But one will occur in this city this and other words of equal degustation, for more than a city seems a model of an ideal city. The green areas appear painted by Antonio Lopez, as neat and well maintained; sidewalks are wide and appear here and there some of these figures with dogs that are placed on the models seem not to ghost projects. Even the dogs, without going any further, seem to lead a full life and comfortable. There are green areas in which they relate to other dogs and exchange drool and bark. I suppose that even the cockroaches, discreet and stately here, have an exceptional quality of life. It's so modern and livable city that, as I said, beaming like a model in which nothing is missing. The buses do not carry that horrible advertising that puts us in a bad mood and the bins are marvels of design. At the bottom of some streets, very close, the hills are green, but a autumn green, earthy, and gives the city a very healthy and filed. One has to view the countryside, rural, pastoral green, and so close you can almost see the sheep that now fires its pellets of shit on the prairie, so close to our urban life that makes us not miss a thing or lost in nostalgia for a more authentic life of cows and tomatoes. This from a central terrace very reassuring, it seems at hand, the view that fund rests with bucolic. Traffic fumes are a mirage until the tram green, quiet as a lightning without thunder, we see spend part of the future as we advance.

suppose I exaggerate, but I guess not. They were days of sunshine. That influence also.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Sample Wording For A Memorial Plaque

PERIODIC TABLE BUILD AN ATOM

Now That You Know What Each atom is made of, we will play to See Who is faster and less a mistake does (so you get more points). We will start When I say "now." Are we ready?