April 2006

Thursday, April 20, 2006

What Are The Number In People Status

Chronicle The Wonderful World of TV

What is the charm of this incident channel years ago lives on screen our homes? Will the owners crazy on red backgrounds? Does your ability to give first fruits before the other channels? Or just the pleasure of seeing a stone and turf transmitting big nose? This unusual news channel characteristic so ridiculous to hearing, is perhaps one of the most interesting channels that exist. Beyond the headlines appoint batman, the Smurf enrique or lazy, dog rider, is a channel that you know exactly what you want. Information does not disguise the apparent objectivity that pervades the other but that presents the most raw and powerful as possible. TV's Chronicle a banner of yellow and boasts of the situation within 24 hours of programming. Its merit lies not in showing yellow disgusting treatment that gives all their news but when the TV screen drips everywhere sensationalism this is one of the few if not the only channel that admits no greater shame. What channel does not show shocking scenes as shock or blood or whatever? What news channel is not filled with stupid repeating all the time? What channel does not fill your space with absurd advertising? In other words is there any news channel or news that does not give a greater or lesser extent what makes Chronicle? Definitely not. All changes is the discourse that sells each half, doing most echo of his "objectivity" while this picturesque signal is concerned only to fill your space with news SS (blood or semen).
Another thing to note is that not only gives the news before anyone else (is classic the "scoop was at 23:17 Chronicle") but when all other media echo of the story is concerned Chronicle can afford to spend the lot is FULL of the national lottery. Riverito and the pool, the advertising of Sprayette (the snail neudstadt !!!!!!!!!), god (I think he is still alive) and stone and big nose and the horse races are just some of the wildlife that inhabits this signal. The charm of the Chronicle is that it shows how all the other channels do not wish to, as a channel trivial, mundane and yellow that does not deny at all from it. Sensationalism, futility, political interests, blood, stupid, ugly advertising, xenophobia displayed on your screen without the costumes that have to bear in all other channels.
In short, this wonderful TV channel shows what it is, a waste (but rather than look at this garbage).

pd: missing 153 days for spring (AND 40 DAYS FOR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

MUNDIALLLLLL

Thursday, April 6, 2006

Platypus Flosser What Store Can I Buy From

Quete! of ... what the hell does not pass?

Maybe someday .... or better, I would like to begin this text with "there was a day ...". Yes, definitely that's a better start to what I write.

There was a day when the alarm sounded, the night was not over night and the hobos and other marginalized and I were on the street waiting for everyone to go running to their responsibilities. John and a bottle of red wine in hand, we expected that the trains were arriving at the railway station, but did not arrive. Always us we spent on a park bench at 3:00 to 4:00, waiting for trains and the people waiting for trains to make fun of them. We laughed at their responsibilities, their alienation laughed, we laughed in his life. Sadly, over time, we had no wait on the train every morning in the platform of the station Banfield wait while we watched the plaza with some nostalgia. Work, school, going to pay bills, go to marches, go visit my sister, our girls, our friends, our services .... a whole long list of things we were removing a little time and one day we all took the time and forever. In our daily walk in groups would lose hours, we cooked a bath in the subway, we wondered how bad walked the world to have people selling hot dogs in each Railroad car of Roca. We were becoming superficially in the former caused us between laughter and pity, while in our minds clamored for time, free time, time to do nothing, time to take a wine Banfield Square like old times. So one day I said "Enough!" and invited him to take a few wines. Cagamos us in everything, everything up before saying enough was important. So we gather in the square to get drunk, talking about our lives, from the Revolution to criticize our acquaintances to speak of mine, of course, eagerly awaiting the first railways. But it never came. Looked at the time and it was five o'clock and nothing, at this time and trains should be running without users set fire stations. So we got up and went to fix that happening, but we met no one, except for a couple of hobos as they were also surprised. Maipú at seven o'clock seemed Maipú at three in the morning. There was, literally, a soul in the street, except us and our drinking. It seemed that bird flu had killed everyone but us, it seemed they were all dead except us. We walked and no collective Alsina cars or in Maipú, or Arenales. Not even rang the bell of the church, not even the police alarms, nothing. Finally decided to go home and the trip gave us the same landscape suspect. We were to separate the sidewalk from my house when John said "I pee." My house was quiet. Adele, my old, should be watching the news like every morning to watch the weather. But I was switched off, when turned on, nothing could be seen on any channel. I went up the stairs and there was snoring as usual Ade and Tommy seconded that lying on the floor. The scene was a normal scene of three in the morning but it was nearly eight and nothing. Then I felt it. I suspected, imagined, believed him. That same feeling I felt when I invited John to drink wine, that feeling of shit in all, responsibility at least it seemed like something general. Neither the train nor the collective, not even the media!. What if one day all we felt that we need not go out every day, every blessed day at work, waste oil and other natural resources?. What if the election were to come, which was to start the program Tinelli and nobody cares at all?. "Can you imagine what would that be, what we would feel?" asked John as he swallowed some wine. "Happiness", he said, while a train entered the station slowly.