<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:19:22.405-06:00</updated><category term='china.'/><category term='jon stewart'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='tercera guerra mundial'/><category term='Egypt'/><category term='chris pohl'/><category term='mcdonald&apos;s'/><category term='web'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='mundo'/><category term='films'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='Israel'/><category term='cagaderos.'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='PostSecret'/><category term='david carson'/><category term='reflexiones'/><category term='libros'/><category term='the daily show'/><category term='mr. dipshit'/><category term='Medio oriente'/><category term='internet'/><category term='trent reznor'/><category term='sin dueño'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='the fragile'/><category term='A Silver Mt Zion'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='musica'/><category term='conciertos'/><category term='debrayes.'/><category term='assholes'/><category term='quotes by mentally challenged people'/><category term='lost'/><category term='sillyness'/><category term='politics'/><category term='manu chao'/><category term='thailand'/><category term='george carlin'/><category term='rants'/><category term='catarsis'/><category term='Palestina'/><category term='music'/><category term='mentadas de madre'/><category term='EBM'/><category term='el futuro'/><category term='links'/><category term='japon'/><category term='Sionismo'/><category term='nin.com'/><category term='nine inch nails'/><category term='pendejadas'/><category term='tibet'/><category term='festivales'/><category term='snape'/><category term='noticias'/><category term='uvm'/><category term='viajes'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='china'/><category term='nin'/><category term='protestas'/><category term='flashbacks'/><category term='disqueras'/><title type='text'>Super Profundo On The Early Eve Of Your Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Chaos is beauty, and music is chaos. Math is the most vulgar way to describe the universe. Kierkegaard's last words were, "Sweep me up." Dreams are life. Music is life. Art is life. Live to Create. Confront the familiar. Society is a fraud. So complete and banal that it demands to be destroyed beyond the power of memory to recall it's existence.  
If the world that we are forced to accept is false and nothing is true, then everything is possible. 

Did i mention i am an idiot?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-6683436894860190035</id><published>2011-05-20T23:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:07:23.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe my heart was never meant to heal. It certainly feels that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-6683436894860190035?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/6683436894860190035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=6683436894860190035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6683436894860190035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6683436894860190035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/05/maybe-i-am-doomed-to-have-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-4143527321470399875</id><published>2011-03-23T18:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:29:08.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>A look back at NYC</title><content type='html'>Why read my stupid and barely-coherent rants when you can SEE what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:&lt;/b&gt; I do not have the time nor the will to re size these images so they are HUGE. If you decide to click on them, have the patience to let your computer download a 3 MB picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHz4m-DGNzw/TYqrgZPqdhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/otqfUUB9RCY/s1600/P1070791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHz4m-DGNzw/TYqrgZPqdhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/otqfUUB9RCY/s400/P1070791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587466860727268882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqgWN1Hn05M/TYqrgBdHiYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6NYqfTCvF_Q/s1600/P1070549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqgWN1Hn05M/TYqrgBdHiYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6NYqfTCvF_Q/s400/P1070549.JPG" 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love'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-5509977521725875482</id><published>2011-02-24T02:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:27:12.296-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Things to do in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;-Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/Godspeed-You-Black-Emperor-tickets/artist/723500"&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.guggenheim.org/"&gt;Guggenheim.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.moma.org/"&gt;MoMa.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/"&gt;Metropolitan Museum.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.movingimage.us"&gt;Museum of the Moving Image.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to &lt;a href="http://www.c21stores.com/location_rego_park.html"&gt;Century 21&lt;/a&gt; in Queens.&lt;br /&gt;-Go to &lt;a href="http://queens.about.com/cs/neighborhoods/a/jackson_heights.htm"&gt;Jackson Heights&lt;/a&gt; and stare at the Indian shops, stuff myself with Indian and Pakistani sweets and have tandoori chicken &lt;br /&gt;-Eat at &lt;a href="http://www.klongnyc.com/"&gt;Klong Restaruant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have a sugar induced coma at &lt;a href="http://www.serendipity3.com/"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to a &lt;a href="http://www.colbertnation.com/"&gt;Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt; taping :D&lt;br /&gt;-Go to &lt;a href="http://www.museumofsex.com/"&gt;The Museum of Sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eat cheap indian food EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;-Go to &lt;a href="http://www.thepatsyspizza.com/"&gt;Patsy's Pizza&lt;/a&gt; in East Harlem.&lt;br /&gt;-Go to &lt;a href="http://www.newgothcity.com/gothtown.html"&gt;Gothtown.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-Have a &lt;a href="http://gonyc.about.com/od/restaurants/tp/best_bagels.htm"&gt;bagel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; Or several.&lt;br /&gt;-Find random chocolate stores.&lt;br /&gt;-Buy &lt;a href="http://www.fivestrideskateshop.com/products/complete%20skates/"&gt;Marisa's skates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to &lt;a href="http://www.drmartens.com/page.asp?navid=70"&gt;Dr Marten's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.viiphoto.com/exhibitions.html"&gt;VII Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-5509977521725875482?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/5509977521725875482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=5509977521725875482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5509977521725875482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5509977521725875482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-to-do-in-new-york.html' title='Things to do in New York'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-5156379171730076875</id><published>2011-02-17T22:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:53:54.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See? Now that's pathetic. Please stop trying to be like me. It's just plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;You can't be me and you never will, no matter how hard you try :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-5156379171730076875?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/5156379171730076875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=5156379171730076875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5156379171730076875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5156379171730076875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/02/ps.html' title='p.s.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-8825265794049707458</id><published>2011-02-17T22:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:35:41.883-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Fuck yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkap25G5yX8/TV32xSJhSUI/AAAAAAAAANM/uM7IEuG3_BI/s1600/02172011116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkap25G5yX8/TV32xSJhSUI/AAAAAAAAANM/uM7IEuG3_BI/s320/02172011116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574883240300333378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Godamned lightning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-8825265794049707458?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/8825265794049707458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=8825265794049707458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8825265794049707458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8825265794049707458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuck-yes.html' title='Fuck yes.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkap25G5yX8/TV32xSJhSUI/AAAAAAAAANM/uM7IEuG3_BI/s72-c/02172011116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7751042254392999947</id><published>2011-02-16T06:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T06:02:34.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EBM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris pohl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Do you really need to wonder...</title><content type='html'>...why I FUCKING LOVE Chris Pohl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GiYrxiEy9fk" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7751042254392999947?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7751042254392999947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7751042254392999947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7751042254392999947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7751042254392999947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-really-need-to-wonder.html' title='Do you really need to wonder...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GiYrxiEy9fk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-874906166534596463</id><published>2011-02-13T23:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:51:19.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palestina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>This are new times</title><content type='html'>Mubarak is out. Mubarak has fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cancer that is Israel, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm gloating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought: I wonder how many people will suddenly sympathize with Palestine and how many of those will try to start a conversation with me about it. I am estimating most of those people will be the same that have called me "anti Semitic" and "pro terrorist" until now. Hmmmmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-874906166534596463?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/874906166534596463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=874906166534596463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/874906166534596463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/874906166534596463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-are-new-times.html' title='This are new times'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-210041845604971640</id><published>2011-02-09T03:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T03:19:53.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized I have no fucking idea how old I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-210041845604971640?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/210041845604971640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=210041845604971640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/210041845604971640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/210041845604971640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-realized-i-havent-got-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3793104872910466442</id><published>2011-01-29T11:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:37:51.469-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protestas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palestina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>There will always be more of us that there are of them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its always very hard for me to start anything when it comes to writing. Usually, all these thought cram up in my mind and its difficult for me to structure them into a coherent piece. Or a coherent rant. A coherent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, really. Alas, here is my attempt to put a couple of thoughts together about whats been happening in the last couple of months and especially since the Tunisia protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have seen unfold since October of last year has triggered a series of events which I thought would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;First we got WikiLeaks, which proved to us how much the internet has changed our lives and how it defies censorship. It also showed us how afraid the powers that be are (a.k.a. the US government+corporations) of such a powerful tool. Governments were (and I think they still are) scared of people having access to this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; which is impossible for them to control. They were terrified of the internet being something they cannot censor. Their reaction was desperate and the U.S. demanded mastercard, paypal and visa to stop funding WikiLeaks et all.&lt;br /&gt;They created out of thin air charges against the public face of WikiLeaks, Julian Assange, accusing him of rape and sexual assault in Sweden. Sweden! They imprisoned Assange and started this smear campaign against the whole of WikiLeaks to lessen their credibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People all over the globe started to realize what their governments were made of. A lot of people in the U.S. could not believe what their government was doing to stop information from being released. A large portion U.S. population, however, showed their true selves and started calling for Assange to be trialed against treason and compromising national security, all of these being ridiculous for if Assange was to be trialed for treason, all news agencies would have to be treated as traitors, too.&lt;br /&gt;The media was also put to the test with this. A lot of newspapers turned their backs on Assange, which was quite scary. I don't have to go beyond what the National Press Club said when all this unfolded, they stated "Assange is not one of us" which was a sentence for WikiLeaks and whistleblowers all over the world. It was proven that the media has taken this stance of cowardice and disloyalty, threatening the very core of freedom of expression that they have fought for. This was a groundbreaking revelation and it let a lot of us to the realization of how corrupt and manipulative media has become in the U.S, hell, EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;The Assange situation was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;sort of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;resolved but the impact that the leaked cables had was astounding. The world was watching with unprecedented attention and emotions were running high in a lot of places.&lt;br /&gt;WikiLeaks proved to us that information is free, and no matter how hard governments try to keep us from it, the internet will always be there to break down the barriers built by those who want to control us and keep us in the dark. With WikiLeaks, government faced their worse fear: an informed population.&lt;br /&gt;They know better than you and me that there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tunisia happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An impoverished young man of 26. A graduate from collage. Unemployed. The only thing he had was a cart where he sold fruits. Unable to get a job, he turned to street commerce to support himself and his family. Then the police came. They said he did not have a permit. They took away his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; livelihood. Angered and desperate, he set himself on fire in an act of self-immolation so his voice could be heard.&lt;br /&gt;His voice, his reality, is the reality of millions all across this northern Africa country. His voice did not go unheard. This man triggered a series of protests all across Tunisia which led to the unthinkable: the demise of president Zine El Abidine Ben Ali, a dictator that had been in power for almost 24 years.&lt;br /&gt;This is unprecedented. Democracy in the arab world is non-existent and any kind of opposition to the GIP are met with intimidation, imprisonment and torture.&lt;br /&gt;What happened in Tunisia has triggered even more protests all across the Arab world.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to understand this, one must be aware of the fact that all governments in the Arab world are autocratic and most of them are dictatorships. There is no such thing as "public opinion" or "democracy" This applies to Saudi Arabia, the mother of all dictatorships, Yemen, Oman, Qatar, Bahrain, Iran, Egypt, Algeria, etc. Some of this countries are in control of "royal families" and some others have had their leaders imposed by the West, like Egypt. So, talking about civil movements, protests and demonstrations is like talking about Guatemala building an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;You get the drill.&lt;br /&gt;So, when we see demonstrations in this parts of the world, when we see people being fearless and standing up, its quite the shock. Now imagine when this protests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and one sees a dictator deposed by the people he used to keep in fear.&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond what words can express.&lt;br /&gt;The events that took place in Tunisia and the unbelievable repercussions they had were an inspiration for the rest of the Arab world. People realized they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;could do something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. That it was not pointless. That the protests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;had worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, ladies and gentleman, led to Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in a million years would I have thought protests of this scale and magnitude would take place. Let alone in Egypt, where president Hosni Mubarak has held a tight grip on the country since the 80s. What is happening in Egypt will be paramount to the rest of the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a lot of people are comparing Tunisia with Egypt and it is my humble point of view that these two are incomparable. First of all, Tunisia is not a key element in Middle East politics and second, they are not a key ally to the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;so important because of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Hosni Mubarak has been a key ally of the U.S. and has been a recepient of more than 1.6 billion dollars in aid. Everyone with a little knowledge of Middle Eastern politics knows that Mubarak has been working together with the U.S. and Israel, this is why the U.S. has given so much aid to Egypt. Egypt was the first to sign a peace treaty with Israel back in the 70s. Egypt holds control of the Suez canal which is key to international commerce and U.S. interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Egypt is no Tunisia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is worrying is how the U.S. will look to influence the protests and its outcome. Earlier today I say a most disturbing headline in Al-Jazeera: "will the Egyptian people be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;allowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a democracy?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Everyone knows that the U.S. will try to meddle in the people's choices. Hell, now that Mubarak has selected a "new government" (a decision that makes confirms he is completely out of touch) he has appointed Omar Suleiman as his new "vice president". He has appointed the chief of Egyptian intelligence to be his VP. Really? How stupid do they think we are? Are we not supposed to see this person was handpicked by the U.S.? Please.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but Mubarak has clearly shown he is completely out of touch with his people. In his speech, he said he would remove all of his government official but what he fails to see is that the people don't want that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Egyptians want him gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; His speech completely backfired.&lt;br /&gt;And Egyptians have made their mind very clear to the U.S. Just this morning I was watching CNN and people were sending a very clear message to the U.S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;do not support Mubarak. Do not meddle in our business. We do NOT want to hate America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the U.S. will try to change the outcome of this protests. Yesterday, President Obama gave a speech that was both insulting and ambivalent in equal proportions. He clearly stands behind Mubarak but at the same time wants the protesters to be given freedom and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Obama: you cannot support both the dictator and the people. Make up your fucking mind.&lt;br /&gt;But, we all know what Obama really wants. He wants to keep control of Egypt and its politics. There is just no other way. Obama is now demanding for basic rights for Egyptian people, freedom of press, creation of jobs, etc. Where was this concern before this all started? When were these demands presented to Mubarak? Never, because lets face it: Obama does not give a damn about the Egyptian people. The U.S. only cares about their interests and Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Israelis must be shaking in their place. If Mubarak is overthrown, the Zionist state has no allies whatsoever. Add to the concoction the recent &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/english.aljazeera.net/palestinepapers"&gt;Palestine papers&lt;/a&gt; that were leaked by Al-Jazeera and you got a very scared Israel.&lt;br /&gt;And with reason. Egypt has been key to the "peace process" in the Middle East. Egypt is in control of the Gaza strip and has been in charge of ensuring its kept closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desperation of Mubarak is clear. He has sent the army to the streets and protests now have changed in nature. Reports of looting and violence all across the country are now very worrying. Mubarak's tactic, of course, is to send police thugs in civilian clothes to loot and destroy everything in their path, so people will call for order. The way to stop this protests is to send these people to wreck havoc and then, with the excuse of keeping order and putting an end to anarchy, mercilessly crush the protests at &lt;a href="http://angryarab.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-received-this-message-about-egypt.html"&gt;any price&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of the military deployment. I am worried about the police looting in civilian clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared for my Egyptian sisters and brothers. But even more so, I am very proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the U.S. keeps shoving their nose where it does not belong, this will have terrible consequences. Not only that but it will also prove that U.S. politicians are dumber than we believe and decision-making is made without any kind of foresight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the U.S. keeps meddling, they will prove themselves to be the worst enemy for Arab democracy and Arab people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, I believe this is a very exciting time to be living. To be paying attention. Especially for someone like me, who is überly pro-Palestine.&lt;br /&gt;I am most interested in what will happen in the next couple of days and specially I wonder about one country in particular: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Libya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is no way back. The ball has started rolling and who knows where it will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, we are all Egypt. That man who self-immolated in Tunisia is not an isolated act. It represents what 80% of the world population feels. That 80% who have absolutely nothing,  who know hunger pains all too well. Those who have been exploited by the richest countries and are constantly called "collateral damage". Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;And I am with them. Egypt is you and me, who are constantly worrying how to make ends meet while we see our government get richer and richer. Egypt is your mother, who works day and night to put food on a table.&lt;br /&gt;Egypt is the millions unheard who had no choice but to grin and bear rulers who cared about nothing but themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not isolated. We are all in this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, not them. Always us, never them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;update 1: &lt;/span&gt;King Hussein of Saudi Arabia has openly condemned the Egyptian demonstrators.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not surprised? Scared, Generalisimo Hussein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3793104872910466442?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3793104872910466442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3793104872910466442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3793104872910466442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3793104872910466442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/few-words.html' title='There will always be more of us that there are of them'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-2731606721520239981</id><published>2011-01-28T01:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T01:06:35.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sorry i dont give a fuck about drug dealers. I believe our attention should be focused on more pressing matters, like, say, &lt;a href="http://angryarab.blogspot.com/"&gt;the unprecedented protests taking place in the Middle East&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an exciting time to be alert and involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but fuck drug violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-2731606721520239981?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/2731606721520239981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=2731606721520239981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2731606721520239981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2731606721520239981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sorry-i-dont-give-fuck-about-drug.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7582037693231271470</id><published>2011-01-27T05:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T05:37:43.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yOLc3B2V4AM" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7582037693231271470?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7582037693231271470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7582037693231271470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7582037693231271470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7582037693231271470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-are-anonymous.html' title='We are anonymous'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yOLc3B2V4AM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-260022468354674666</id><published>2011-01-18T02:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T02:25:33.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Himininn er að hrynja en stjörnurnar fara þér vel</title><content type='html'>If I were a song, this is what I would sound like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4QGrtt9npZ8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4QGrtt9npZ8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="eow-title" class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="Ólafur Arnalds - Tunglið - Papiersaal Zürich 4.11.2010"&gt;Tunglið...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgGbhF9BhIA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgGbhF9BhIA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I should be sharing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-260022468354674666?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/260022468354674666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=260022468354674666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/260022468354674666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/260022468354674666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/himininn-er-hrynja-en-stjornurnar-fara.html' title='Himininn er að hrynja en stjörnurnar fara þér vel'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7804480453282071904</id><published>2011-01-13T04:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T04:41:23.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you feel it? It's my heart. And its broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHjKQcjL0sk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7804480453282071904?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7804480453282071904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7804480453282071904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7804480453282071904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7804480453282071904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-you-feel-it-its-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3866792370629869396</id><published>2011-01-13T04:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T04:26:49.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont want want it to hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         I don't know how to make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasepleaseplease i dont want it to hurt anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3866792370629869396?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3866792370629869396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3866792370629869396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3866792370629869396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3866792370629869396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-want-want-it-to-hurt-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7352511475833145126</id><published>2011-01-12T04:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T04:21:37.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2-1=0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7352511475833145126?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7352511475833145126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7352511475833145126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7352511475833145126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7352511475833145126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-1112758483090364108</id><published>2011-01-09T23:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:43:35.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone think that its extremely scary the fact that it takes $3 to make a landmine but it costs $1000 to dismantle it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-1112758483090364108?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/1112758483090364108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=1112758483090364108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1112758483090364108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1112758483090364108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/does-anyone-find-scary-fact-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3886744298406320095</id><published>2011-01-08T01:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:36:36.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems that it really doesn't matter what my geographical location is. I will always be disposable and never worth keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3886744298406320095?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3886744298406320095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3886744298406320095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3886744298406320095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3886744298406320095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-seems-that-it-really-doesnt-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-1560736959334616383</id><published>2011-01-05T02:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T02:42:54.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A response has arrived. I can leave whenever I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant leave right now cause I have that OTHER thing. Then again, I am going to listen to the whole proposal tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is not good enough. I am leaving. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-1560736959334616383?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/1560736959334616383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=1560736959334616383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1560736959334616383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1560736959334616383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/response-has-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-5397825879978983410</id><published>2011-01-02T04:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T04:40:23.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1/1/11</title><content type='html'>So, its 4:38 am, the first day of this brand new year, 2011. It seems this is going to be a good year, as just yesterday I have been offered something an opportunity I cannot turn down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, one website led me to another one, and it seems change may be inevitable. I have found a perfect volunteer program very, very far away from this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am applying tomorrow, as soon as I finish my motivation letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to leave everything behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-5397825879978983410?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/5397825879978983410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=5397825879978983410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5397825879978983410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5397825879978983410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html' title='1/1/11'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-6619191992984005033</id><published>2010-12-08T20:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:23:41.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  !!!!!   :(                D:                      :(                                   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-6619191992984005033?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/6619191992984005033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=6619191992984005033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6619191992984005033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6619191992984005033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/12/d-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-6065058862852681863</id><published>2010-11-27T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:54:43.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think its time to disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-6065058862852681863?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/6065058862852681863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=6065058862852681863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6065058862852681863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6065058862852681863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-its-time-to-disappear_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-5771412187222351338</id><published>2010-10-02T22:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:56:29.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Silver Mt Zion'/><title type='text'>1,000,000 died to make this sound</title><content type='html'>We are all familiar with the expression "crash hard". It is used when describing that after effect (usually in the form of depression) one goes through when a drug's effect leaves our body, the "hard" part refering to a especialy intense hangover after an equally intense high. Heroin, ecstasy and acid are all drugs that make you crash very, very hard. At the moment of writing, the author of this entry is going through a terrible sadness, however, none of the drugs mentioned above are responsible for my post-high crash. The culprits are Efrim Menuck and co, better known as Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in a million years would I have thought I would be lucky enough to go to an ASMZ concert.&lt;br /&gt;What I experienced yesterday is something I am not likely to feel ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived around 8:30 pm to the venue and I was quite surprised at how many people were there already. I honestly thought there would not be much of a crowd. Allas, I as wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We waited in queue around 1 and a half hours. I was really anxious to go in, this was something I had been loooking forward to since forever... you can imagine my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I finally went in and the lady at the door made me leave my stuff in a locker. Behind me there was a guy with a 9" Horses in The Sky. I asked him where he had gotten it and he mentioned they were selling official merchandise at the entrance. I didn't notice on my way it.&lt;br /&gt;I went outside and bought me a t-shirt (it was awesome) and a copy of He Has Left Us Alone, But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of our Rooms. I went back to the locker thing and asked the guy to keep the shirt and the CD in my locker. I left and started seeking for a good place. I found a really good spot just behind the console. I didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the place began to fill with the usual characters. In the background some post-rockish band was playing. I didn't pay much attention. I was fidgeting in my place, counting the minutes until Efrim, Thierry, Susan et all would come onstage. I saw Thierry's cello being carried onstage by some guy and I noticed my heart beating faster.&lt;br /&gt;This was really going to happen. It all started to become real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the whole band came out. Efrim started talking. I was frozen. I was listening to every tone in his voice. I realized i had never noticed what a beautiful voice he had. He was so kind and warm. Thanked us for being there and apologized for "the painful entry process". He also asked if we were all ok, which we answered with a loud cheer.&lt;br /&gt;The first song to grace our ears was I Built Myself a Metal Bird. This is the first "single" out of the new album, Kollaps Tradixionales. I stood there, unable to move. I was here, listening to every note faling off Sophie's violine and Thierry's cello. I couldn't even blink.  Needless to say, it was a great way to start the show. Just as I Built Myself a Metal Bird was about to end, the band quickly began playing I Fed My Metal Bird the Wings of Other Metal Birds. What a combo.&lt;br /&gt;The audience was transfixiated. I looked at the people in front of me and none were moving. We were all being part of this magical ritual. All of us, standing as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next song we were treated to was There is A Light, track with which the new album begins. The introduction was "The world has been trying to kill us since forever. Even before money. Money just makes it worse. This is supposed to be a 'fuck you' to all of that"&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop thinking about he said. It is true. Money is the root of all evil, and its worse because money is purely symbolic. We kill each other because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song ended, and Efrim asked if we had any questions. This took me by surprise. I had watched live videos of A Silver Mt Zion and always thought Efrim engaged a lot with the audience. However, I never thought it would be this... personal. Flat out asking if we wanted to say anything? Never crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I was experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one the audience started asking questions. The first one was "Do you like Mexico?" to which Efrim responded "yes, we do" all the questions were of that sort. I had been wanting to ask something but I couldn't bring myself to. Someone asked if they were playing old stuff. Efrim asked "how old? Yeah, now we are going to play Purple Haze" He's got a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;Questions flowed and I finally had the courage to raise my hand. Efrim pointed at me and said "yeah, you?" I started talking but he couldn't hear me. Luckily, the guy in front of me (the audio dude) noticed and quickly handed me a microphone. I was shaking. I began&lt;br /&gt;-"Well, this is something I've been meaning to ask you. Uhm, you say all musicians are cowards. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;-"Cause we are. I don't know why but all people that are drawn to play music are cowards. Anyone that knows a musician will admit to it."&lt;br /&gt;-"Well, I don't think you are a coward. I think you are awesome"&lt;br /&gt;He laughs. "That's because you don't know me"&lt;br /&gt;I laugh. We all do. For some reason, the answer does not satisfy me. I am still shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Someone behind me says "hey, that was a really good question" I can barely hear the words and I cannot bring myself to react. I am still thinking about what Efrim just said.&lt;br /&gt;My question is the last question before the next song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"This next song is called 'God Bless Our Dead Marines'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Thank you. This is one of my favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first words start bouncing through the venue "They put angels in the electric chair, the electric chair, the electric chair. Straight up angels in the electric chair, the electric chair, the electric chair..." I was singing at this point, and the people that were beside me didn't know what the hell they were doing there. They just stared at me wondering how was it that I knew the songs.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care. I was too occupied having the best night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs all throught the song, taking me in this rollercoaster ride, just as GBODM always does. God Bless Our Dead Marines slowly came to an end and Efrim sang one last time "But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong"&lt;br /&gt;I fell to pieces. I spend the whole 11 minutes of that song in anticipation for that line. Hearing it live was more than I ever imagined. It broke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions continued. People asked who Wanda was, if they were planning to come back as Godspeed You! Black Emperor (Efrim did  not enjoy answering this) what project he was most proud of (he said it was always the last one) and who was his "favourite sandwich man" to which he answered "My favourite sandwich man is Ricky Sandwich" Deep stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This next song is Engine Broke Blues/Black Waters Blowed. No, wait. I got that backwards. Its Black Waters Blowed/Engine Broke Blues"&lt;br /&gt;Even Efrim gets confused with his song's titles.&lt;br /&gt;This moving performance lasted 10 minutes, after which the questions from the audience resumed. "What do we have to learn from animals?" -"Everything. Not to kill our children. I think we have everything to learn from animals, I just don't know how to name them", Efrim replied. The last question of the night was "Will you come back to Mexico City?" -"We would love to" was the short answer.&lt;br /&gt;1,000,000 Died to Make This Sound began. This is one of my favourite songs of all times. At this point, it would've made sense for my feet and back to be aching but I didn't notice the pain at all. I don't think I have ever been in a situation were I cannot avert my eyes. All my senses were being assaulted by this beautiful moment.&lt;br /&gt;With a warm goodbye and a thank you, Thee Silver Mt Zion Memorial Orchestra left the stage.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of us cheering for another song, they came out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This song is about us. There is more of us than there are of them. There are more of us than there are of them. Don't you ever forget that. There are more of us than there are of them... this song is called 'Microphones in The Trees'"&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless. I stood there, quietly, enjoying the last moments of the evening. I was smiling and I was filled with this sense of possibility and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ended and Efrim asked us to take care of ourselves. To take care of each other and do not forget that there is hope. "There are more of us than there are of them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place slowly began to empty and I headed to my locker to get my stuff. I gave the dude in charge my chip and he gave me my stuff. I checked if everything was there and noticed neither the shirt nor the CD i had bought previously were in my bag. I asked to speak to the manager so we could wither search for my stuff or they would have to reimburse my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that could have happened to me, was the locker dude screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck around for about half and hour and the manager was still not ready to speak with me. I glances at the stage and I saw Efrim talking to some fans.&lt;br /&gt;Thank destiny for serendipities.&lt;br /&gt;I made my way to the stage and slowly and carefully approached Efrim. I didn't want to interrupt the whole autograph thing. I had always wondered what would I say if I ever got to talk to him. So this was my chance. Here was the man that had filled me with such inspiration. This was the man who I admired and had always wanted to pick his brain. This was it.&lt;br /&gt;Once he finished signing things I approached him. I said "I don't want you to sign anything for me, i just want to say that you may think that musicians are cowards, and I do not necessarely agree but I want to let you know that if you indeed are a coward, you are the best of them all. I strongly believe that the best thing you can do with your life is inspire people. Someone inspired you to go out there and make music. Something or someone. You have inspired me. And I will take your music with me. Forever. It is because of your art that I am a different person. I just want to say thank you for coming here and making this night the best night of my life"&lt;br /&gt;He stood there, thinking for a few milliseconds and then he said "Thank you, that is very kind of you" I honestly didn't expect him to say anything. I just wanted to let it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and told him "man, they just lost my tshirt" to which he laughed. He said "i am sorry they lost your tshirt". I said goodbye and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very glad I came back without that CD and that shit. If it hadn't been for that, I would have never had the oportunity to speak to Efrim and thank him for what he has given me. I left a lot of things out that I forgot to say when I was there. I was very nervous and forgot a couple of things. In retrospective, I would have loved to say a lot more. But another oportunity will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for me to describe how much this show meant to me. I don't have the words.&lt;br /&gt;People say there are times in our lives that are crucial to determine who we are. There are events that break everything we are and after that, we are never the same. Listening to A Silver Mt Zion was one of those experiences. I have never been the same after I listened to "For Wanda" the song responsible for me falling in love with Mt Zion. How could I be the same after being part of this magical journey? After listening to such beautiful creations? After feeling like I finally belong somewhere? After this guys have made me feel in a way no ever has? The answer is no. I can never be the same again. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope now you understand why is it that I am crashing hard. I want to feel again what I felt last night. I want to lose myself in that moment and never resurface. I want to drown in the beauty and warmth I felt. I want that feeling back. I don't know. I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I am very, very happy I came back without that CD and tshirt. It's just stuff. Being able to talk to one of my longtime heroes is something that I will always remember, something I will always carry in my heart. Even if my heart has unravelled a little after Efrim broke it to pieces and put it back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never be the same, for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-5771412187222351338?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/5771412187222351338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=5771412187222351338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5771412187222351338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5771412187222351338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/10/1000000-died-to-make-this-sound.html' title='1,000,000 died to make this sound'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7758845892587089630</id><published>2010-09-23T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:11:44.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I am thinking of venturing into the unknown waters of travel writing. If for some weird reason (or fetishism for shitty grammar) you read this, what do you think? Would I make it? Should I give it a try? Am I crazy? Should I not even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, its going to be hard to be a travel writer without traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7758845892587089630?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7758845892587089630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7758845892587089630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7758845892587089630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7758845892587089630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-am-thinking-of-venturing-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-2467836429087294068</id><published>2010-09-23T16:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:46:25.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creo que me mudaré a wordpress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-2467836429087294068?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/2467836429087294068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=2467836429087294068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2467836429087294068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2467836429087294068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/09/creo-que-me-mudare-wordpress.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-1305529326725849052</id><published>2010-04-04T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:07:41.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin dueño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sillyness'/><title type='text'>Viva el reciclaje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Como soy una huevona, me dedicaré a reciclar entradas hasta q se me ocurra algo q valga la pena.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras, los dejo con algo q descubrí hace poco y no me puedo creer q yo lo haya escrito. Ustedes dirán...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y si supieras que me has infectado como una de las patologías mas letales del unvierso.&lt;br /&gt;Y si estas palabras resumieran una minúscula porción de lo que mi corazón experimenta cuando inhalas ese aire que me parece mágico cada vez que te veo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si yo pudiera encontrar la manera de mostrarte todo esto...&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi corazón le habla al tuyo, y entre ellos no existen las incertidumbres&lt;br /&gt;ni las redundancias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallaré en la corteza de las palabras tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Cien, mil, millones, infinitas veces&lt;br /&gt;Y jamás te dejaré ir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejaré tu marca en mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;Para que siempre corras dentro de mis venas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y estoy segura que de algún modo sabes&lt;br /&gt;Que aún con éste lenguaje inútil y desechechable&lt;br /&gt;Que parece ser vacío&lt;br /&gt;       Que parece estar muerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ese órgano que late en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;                                              Ha inventado otro sistema de morfémas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mi corazón le canta al tuyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque las palabras no sean claras a nuestros oidos&lt;br /&gt;Y solo ese par de locos se entiendan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-1305529326725849052?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/1305529326725849052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=1305529326725849052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1305529326725849052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1305529326725849052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/04/viva-el-reciclaje.html' title='Viva el reciclaje!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-1122499017028371600</id><published>2010-03-27T20:04:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:32:50.335-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PostSecret'/><title type='text'>Postsecret</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to PostSecret. I admit it. Guilty as charged. I think it's one of the most brilliant projects created in the past decade and I await sundays with great ado just because I know PS will be updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no idea what I am typing about, PostSecret is a project created by Frank Warren, where people confess their most intimate secrets and make a postcard, which the later send to Mr. Warren, and he posts it in the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are mindblowing. So are the secrets. More than once I've sat in front of the computer, tears in my eyes, staring in awe at what some people write. It's amazing how someone else can be feeling more or less the exact same thing than you are. It's also amazing what some people have gone through and what they have to carry with them. Reading a lot of those secrets really give you perspective as to what problems really are. And you are left with a feeling of both guilt and relief that your life might not be as bad as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PostSecret has been my own personal therapist. Its saved me a lot of times, has made me laugh, cry, smile, pissed me off several times and inspired me more than once. And once in a while, very rarely, I find one that could have been written by me, and the world collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never actually sent one, but i'll eventually will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to share with y'all a couple of my favourites. Plus, I've thrown my secret in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and guess which one is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453847166883617042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_1GkFeWRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NPqD9gQ79M4/s320/post+secret5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453846514298662930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_0glBGMBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PyfXih5CIhk/s320/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mbawBf7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/M3pr6xRTHtk/s1600/vulnerable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453831032480563122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mbawBf7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/M3pr6xRTHtk/s320/vulnerable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mbH--P5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/ofRlx6UjAGs/s1600/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453831027442990994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mbH--P5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/ofRlx6UjAGs/s320/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_makeRA0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/wM9zYd5ra7s/s1600/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453831017910567746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_makeRA0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/wM9zYd5ra7s/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mQiz8YzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tJQbUP3JuoE/s1600/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830845665927986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mQiz8YzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tJQbUP3JuoE/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mQQe3lFI/AAAAAAAAAME/KWbtKhY7TP8/s1600/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830840745694290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mQQe3lFI/AAAAAAAAAME/KWbtKhY7TP8/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mQNPiKEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/h5x4SgrCBDY/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830839876069442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mQNPiKEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/h5x4SgrCBDY/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mQCpPAuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rkD0BmPXDW0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830837031076578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mQCpPAuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rkD0BmPXDW0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mPo7MN2I/AAAAAAAAALs/k7H1B9n2Z58/s1600/unhappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830830127069026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_mPo7MN2I/AAAAAAAAALs/k7H1B9n2Z58/s320/unhappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-0Y3W1I/AAAAAAAAALk/Hha5pF-t2aY/s1600/trudat-postsecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830541146544978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-0Y3W1I/AAAAAAAAALk/Hha5pF-t2aY/s320/trudat-postsecret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-jDUY7I/AAAAAAAAALc/-epzBIWso7s/s1600/ticket-postsecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830536492770226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-jDUY7I/AAAAAAAAALc/-epzBIWso7s/s320/ticket-postsecret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-jKhz7I/AAAAAAAAALU/0xJKK8sZyr8/s1600/Secret[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830536523009970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-jKhz7I/AAAAAAAAALU/0xJKK8sZyr8/s320/Secret%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-XMZKWI/AAAAAAAAALM/13qiNpz0nNE/s1600/secret-1[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830533309606242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-XMZKWI/AAAAAAAAALM/13qiNpz0nNE/s320/secret-1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-CNtILI/AAAAAAAAALE/3ilOTdmOdDY/s1600/secret2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830527677964466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_l-CNtILI/AAAAAAAAALE/3ilOTdmOdDY/s320/secret2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lw01-mSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ogiy1fMSCc4/s1600/sdfsdf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830300750485794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lw01-mSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ogiy1fMSCc4/s320/sdfsdf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lwr98OXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5c8FMZ8aYho/s1600/remoteImage-117[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830298367965554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lwr98OXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5c8FMZ8aYho/s320/remoteImage-117%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lwasBLYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xuXYAeQBjp4/s1600/postsecret-valentines-alive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830293729389954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lwasBLYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xuXYAeQBjp4/s320/postsecret-valentines-alive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lwJxsogI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qSDkesEcMAA/s1600/post-secret-valentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830289189806594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lwJxsogI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qSDkesEcMAA/s320/post-secret-valentines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lv-Lt3XI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3T8nZzG4ERQ/s1600/PostSecretIDestroy_540x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830286077713778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lv-Lt3XI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3T8nZzG4ERQ/s320/PostSecretIDestroy_540x360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lfsQVlDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7mpjvlo6P9s/s1600/postsecret-fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830006387348530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lfsQVlDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7mpjvlo6P9s/s320/postsecret-fit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lffRxoQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/c8bn9M3_5N0/s1600/PostSecret-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453830002903720194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lffRxoQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/c8bn9M3_5N0/s320/PostSecret-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lfP2Y7fI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xsJd1ze8THI/s1600/post-secret1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453829998762323442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lfP2Y7fI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xsJd1ze8THI/s320/post-secret1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_leTsa6rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DwElEzbLie0/s1600/postsecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453829982614383282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_leTsa6rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DwElEzbLie0/s320/postsecret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lepdsV0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zeEKntK6Lnc/s1600/postsecret4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453829988458190658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_lepdsV0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zeEKntK6Lnc/s320/postsecret4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kplaeyvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/INnC2cjXG1o/s1600/postsecret2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453829076837911282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kplaeyvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/INnC2cjXG1o/s320/postsecret2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kpTKfcxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R1S0wrjhBq0/s1600/post_secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453829071939007250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kpTKfcxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R1S0wrjhBq0/s320/post_secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kpKoOVgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZMWopmFEOxc/s1600/post+secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453829069647795714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kpKoOVgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZMWopmFEOxc/s320/post+secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kovXXF3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZIJcfTjifaY/s1600/meds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453829062329309042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kovXXF3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZIJcfTjifaY/s320/meds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_koWU3KII/AAAAAAAAAJM/tOF6ALp3Oo8/s1600/friend02ml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453829055607941250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_koWU3KII/AAAAAAAAAJM/tOF6ALp3Oo8/s320/friend02ml.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kWTRTFXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/807Lp7x6AT4/s1600/divorce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453828745550042482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kWTRTFXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/807Lp7x6AT4/s320/divorce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kWEry4SI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6HQVznGwZFo/s1600/cancertree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453828741634646306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kWEry4SI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6HQVznGwZFo/s320/cancertree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kV7dwEoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8NbvrlX66Mk/s1600/absent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453828739159822978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kV7dwEoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8NbvrlX66Mk/s320/absent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kVgxex4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Bzt6r2RhNws/s1600/1248914894125947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453828731994818434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kVgxex4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Bzt6r2RhNws/s320/1248914894125947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kVJbiLYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/28rcZ-oTmRs/s1600/2586915769_1c3b3ee39c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453828725728750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_kVJbiLYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/28rcZ-oTmRs/s320/2586915769_1c3b3ee39c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you guessed already?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-1122499017028371600?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/1122499017028371600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=1122499017028371600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1122499017028371600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1122499017028371600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/03/postsecret.html' title='Postsecret'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/S6_1GkFeWRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NPqD9gQ79M4/s72-c/post+secret5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7590708500415313072</id><published>2010-03-18T16:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:26:31.778-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>Convirtiendo lugares comunes en poesia...</title><content type='html'>Acabo de terminar de ver Away We Go. Y debo de declarar que Sam Mendes es Dios. Asi, con mayuscula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;parentesis&gt;Desde ahorita debo advertir que no soy nada buena con las palabras, ni haciendo reseñas, ni con el leunguaje en general. Asi que cualquier tipo de incoherencia, pido una disculpa de antemano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;parentesis&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llamenlo la situacion en la que me encuentro, llamenlo sentimentalismo, llamenlo cursileria... pero termine chillando como criada. No porque sea una historia triste, sino porque esta brillantemente contada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La historia narra la vida de una pareja Burt y Verona, quienes van a tener un bebe y en busca de un lugar perfecto para formar una familia, visitan varias ciudades para tratar de encontrar su lugar en el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suena como un lugar comun. Y lo es. La historia es tediosamente ordinaria, no tiene nada inusual.&lt;br /&gt;Y eso es lo que la hace perfecta. Que aun siendo algo que le pasa a cientos de parejas todos los dias, Mendes logra convertir esta cotidianedad en un mundo aislado de todos los demas. Vemos a Burt y a Verona visitar diferentes lugares y diferentes parejas tratando de encontrar "un hogar", pero en realidad lo que estan haciendo es viajar a traves de diferentes mundos y realidades.&lt;br /&gt;Y es que lo que de verdad me movio fue este mundo privado que parecen tener. Burt y Verona tienen un lenguaje independiente de todos y de todo. Crean una realidad independiente de todos lo que los rodean y el mundo de uno es el otro. Completamente. Aunque Verona està embarazada, èsto no les mueve la realidad ni parecen estar desesperados (como pasa en la mayoria de los embarazos no planeados) No se freakean, ni siquiera tiemblan.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahi es cuando nos damos cuenta que en realidad no estan buscando nada, mas bien ellos son los narradores que nos introducen a las diferentes realidades de las personas que visitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quienes estan buscando somos nosotros, no ellos.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo describir con palabras lo que me hizo sentir Away We Go, solo espero que estos morfemas les planten un poco de curiosidad, y salgan a buscarla. No se arrepentiràn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace unos meses estuve a punto de irla a ver al cine con alguien. Estoy re contenta de haberla visto sola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7590708500415313072?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7590708500415313072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7590708500415313072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7590708500415313072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7590708500415313072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/03/convirtiendo-lugares-comunes-en-poesia.html' title='Convirtiendo lugares comunes en poesia...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-2960858332697246161</id><published>2010-03-13T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:56:46.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pendejadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Entre deberes....</title><content type='html'>So, en este momento me estoy tomando un break de la ardua tarea de auditorar cada una de las ventas que se han hecho en los últimos 2 meses en esta plataforma.&lt;br /&gt;Probablemente deberia evitar especificar que estoy actualizando esto desde el trabajo, pero la verdad es que no me importa. Dudo que haya alguien que lea estas porquerias, mucho menos gente de mi trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo nada relevante que escribir, simplemente me pareció que sería ameno escribir en esta cosa. Después de todo, prometí que no lo iba a volver a dejar olvidado. Pobre Super Profundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En otras cosas, creo que he desarrollado una aversión por la gente. A ratos miro las multitudes y me dan ganas de vomitar. He llegado a un punto en el que las masas humanas me semejan un cáncer, consumiendo todo a su paso. Yo no solía ser asi. Ahora incluso salir al metro me provoca enojo y asco. Supongo que todo tiene que ver con como uno ve las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que a veces pienso que la gente es estupidisima! Digo, no que no lo sea. Por supuesto que lo son! Yo no se a quien se le ocurrió que el "gobierno de las masas" era lo mejor para un estado funcional. Las masas son estupidas, ciegas, sucias, repugnantes, violentas. No comprendo como alguien podría poner el poder de decisión en éstas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, el chiste es que me estoy volviendo realmente misántropa. Lo peor es que no me molesta, ni siquiera me perturba. Se que mi existencia estará completa con rodearme de un par de seres humanos. Notese el calificativo: &lt;strong&gt;seres humanos. &lt;/strong&gt;No gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y para cerrar con un comentario sin sentido: Amo a Billy Wilder.&lt;br /&gt;Si no saben quien es Billy Wilder, investigenlo. Me lo van a agradecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-2960858332697246161?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/2960858332697246161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=2960858332697246161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2960858332697246161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2960858332697246161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/03/entre-deberes.html' title='Entre deberes....'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3208524744431498087</id><published>2010-03-10T18:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:58:29.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el futuro'/><title type='text'>After 1 year of hiatus...</title><content type='html'>Estoy de vuelta. Si, ya se. Siempre digo lo mismo: que voy a actualizar esta cosa, que ya no lo voy a descuidar, blah, blah, blah. Ahora va en serio. Estoy en un lugar donde me estoy haciendo muchas preguntas y tonelada y media de basura (y no tan basura) está pasando por mi mente. So, i am gonna start using this more that ever. Hopefully something interesting will come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para recordar, les dejo una entrada viejita que me gusta mucho y que mas importante, sigue siendo relevante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Predicciones para el 2025-2050&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Desde 1985, cada año la revista The Futurist selecciona las 10 predicciones más relevantes que han aparecido en la revista. The Futurist ha escogido predicciones como el fin de la guerra fría y el internet. A continuación les dejo con los forecasts que predicen más alla del 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente algo que se tiene que leer. Pero más que nada, es un llamado a que hagamos algo y comencemos a tomar acción para prevenir problemas que se pueden... ehem, prevenir.En fin, aqui están.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The world will have a billion millionaires by 2025.&lt;/strong&gt; Globalization and technological innovation are driving this increased prosperity. But challenges to prosperity will also become more acute, such as water shortages that will affect two-thirds of world population by 2025. --James Canton, author of "The Extreme Future," reviewed in THE FUTURIST May-June 2007, p. 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Fashion will go wired as technologies and tastes converge to revolutionize the textile industry.&lt;/strong&gt; Researchers in smart fabrics and intelligent textiles (SFIT) are working with the fashion industry to bring us color-changing or perfume-emitting jeans, wristwatches that work as digital wallets, and running shoes like the Nike +iPod that watch where you're going (possibly allowing others to do the same). Powering these gizmos remains a key obstacle. But industry watchers estimate that a $400 million market for SFIT is already in place and predict that smart fabrics could revitalize the U.S. and European textile industry. --Patrick Tucker, "Smart Fashion," Sep-Oct 2007, p. 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The threat of another cold war with China, Russia, or both could replace terrorism as the chief foreign-policy concern of the United States.&lt;/strong&gt; Scenarios for what a war with China or Russia would look like make the clashes and wars in which the United States is now involved seem insignificant. The power of radical jihadists is trivial compared with Soviet missile capabilities, for instance. The focus of U.S. foreign policy should thus be on preventing an engagement among Great Powers. --Edward N. Luttwak, "Preserving Balance among the Great Powers," Nov-Dec 2006, p. 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Counterfeiting of currency will proliferate, driving the move toward a cashless society.&lt;/strong&gt; Sophisticated new optical scanning technologies could, in the next five years, be a boon for currency counterfeiters, so societies are increasingly putting aside their privacy fears about going cashless. Meanwhile, cashless technologies are improving, making them far easier and safer to use. --Allen H. Kupetz, "Our Cashless Future," May-June 2007, p. 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The earth is on the verge of a significant extinction event.&lt;/strong&gt; The twenty-first century could witness a biodiversity collapse 100 to 1,000 times greater than any previous extinction since the dawn of humanity, according to the World Resources Institute. Protecting biodiversity in a time of increased resource consumption, overpopulation, and environmental degradation will require continued sacrifice on the part of local, often impoverished communities. Experts contend that incorporating local communities' economic interests into conservation plans will be essential to species protection in the next century. --World Trends &amp;amp; Forecasts, Nov-Dec 2006, p. 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Water will be in the twenty-first century what oil was in the twentieth century.&lt;/strong&gt; Global fresh water shortages and drought conditions are spreading in both the developed and developing world. In response, the dry state of California is building 13 desalination plants that could provide 10%-20% of the state's water in the next two decades. Desalination will become more mainstream by 2020. --William E. Halal, "Technology's Promise: Highlights from the TechCast Project," Nov-Dec, p. 44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. World population by 2050 may grow larger than previously expected, due in part to healthier, longer-living people. &lt;/strong&gt;Slower than expected declines of fertility in developing countries and increasing longevity in richer countries are contributing to a higher rate of population growth. As a result, the UN has increased its forecast for global population from 9.1 billion people by 2050 to 9.2 billion. --World Trends &amp;amp; Forecasts, Sep-Oct 2007, p. 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. The number of Africans imperiled by floods will grow 70-fold by 2080.&lt;/strong&gt; The rapid urbanization taking place throughout much of Africa makes flooding particularly dangerous, altering the natural flow of water and cutting off escape routes. If global sea levels rise by the predicted 38 cm by 2080, the number of Africans affected by floods will grow from 1 million to 70 million. --World Trends &amp;amp; Forecasts, July-Aug 2007, p. 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Rising prices for natural resources could lead to a full-scale rush to develop the Arctic.&lt;/strong&gt; Not just oil and natural gas, but also the Arctic's supplies of nickel, copper, zinc, coal, freshwater, forests, and of course fish are highly coveted by the global economy. Whether the Arctic states tighten control over these commodities or find equitable and sustainable ways to share them will be a major political challenge in the decades ahead. --Lawson W. Brigham, "Thinking about the Arctic's Future: Scenarios for 2040," Sep-Oct 2007, p. 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. More decisions will be made by nonhuman entities.&lt;/strong&gt; Electronically enabled teams in networks, robots with artificial intelligence, and other noncarbon life-forms will make financial, health, educational, and even political decisions for us. Reason: Technologies are increasing the complexity of our lives and human workers' competency is not keeping pace well enough to avoid disasters due to human error. --Arnold Brown, "'Not with a Bang': Civilization's Accelerating Challenge," Sep-Oct 2007, p. 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al dia de hoy, lo más preocupante es la posibilidad de una guerra por agua potable y el ártico.&lt;br /&gt;Y aún asi la gente sigue teniendo niños. Que crueldad traer a un ser viviente a un mundo con un futuro tan jodido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3208524744431498087?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3208524744431498087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3208524744431498087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3208524744431498087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3208524744431498087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-1-year-of-hiatus.html' title='After 1 year of hiatus...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-6044560849506650142</id><published>2009-04-29T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:00:31.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Si, sigo viva.</title><content type='html'>Creo q casi mas de un año q no actualizo esta cosa. La verdad es que no he tenido tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensé decirlo pero, he estado tan ocupada que no se ni que hacer. El día no me dura.&lt;br /&gt;Empezaré por decir q me estoy rompiendo la madre en mi chamba. Voy bastante bien.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo nuevo depa, lo cual me hace extremadamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo con el hombre mas chingón e inteligente de este planeta... si no del planeta, tal vez del continente. Sigo ahorrando dinero para mi gran fuga. Por fin he encontrado a mi Mr. Harris y con quien viajar por el resto de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy la persona mas feliz del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me hace falta nada. Tengo una vecina de lo mas chingona, también.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supongo q me duele un poco q mis amigos no pelen (los que leen esto y les queda el saco, ponganselo) pero supongo que todo cae por su propio peso. Si me quieren, me buscarán. Yo ya no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gama es feliz, Mena es feliz, Yara es feliz y Alex es feliz. Todos somos felices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay mucho q decir, pero no tengo tiempo. No tengo internet en mi casa, por ende mi explayacion (ja) tendrá q esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo noticias. Muy muy buenas. Pero para eso esperaré hasta final de mes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, ragazzi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-6044560849506650142?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/6044560849506650142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=6044560849506650142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6044560849506650142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6044560849506650142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-sigo-viva.html' title='Si, sigo viva.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7197542664711416170</id><published>2008-07-27T08:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:42:08.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I am where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;And it only keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you saw nothing here XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7197542664711416170?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7197542664711416170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7197542664711416170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7197542664711416170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7197542664711416170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3479267487855534859</id><published>2008-07-16T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:17:42.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Food for thought...</title><content type='html'>El otro dia estaba procrastinando en mi foro favorito, &lt;a href="http://thorntree.loneyplanet.com/"&gt;Thorn Tree&lt;/a&gt; y me encontré con esta frase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here's a thought... Those who fought for the independece of the United States were, by modern definition, terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta como unas simples palabras pueden poner a pensar tanto a uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En otras cosas, siento mucho no actualizar tanto como lo solia hacer, el trabajo en Telegay me tiene ocupada, entre otras cosas. Dudo que a alguien le importe, pero ya saben, me encanta pedirle disculpas a mis amigos imaginarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin mucho mas que decir, o mas bien toneladas que decir pero sin el tiempo de decirlas, los dejo por ahora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3479267487855534859?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3479267487855534859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3479267487855534859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3479267487855534859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3479267487855534859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-8180703483818852564</id><published>2008-07-03T01:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:34:26.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine inch nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conciertos'/><title type='text'>Nine Inch Nails, en México otra vez!!!</title><content type='html'>Es &lt;a href="http://tour.nin.com/"&gt;oficial&lt;/a&gt;. Lo mejor es que vienen con Mindless Self Indulgence y The Flaming Lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será mi 3era vez, y espero ir a ambos festivales.&lt;br /&gt;Mañana pongo el set list oficial de Mogwai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIIIIINNN!!!! YEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-8180703483818852564?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/8180703483818852564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=8180703483818852564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8180703483818852564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8180703483818852564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/07/nine-inch-nails-en-mxico-otra-vez.html' title='Nine Inch Nails, en México otra vez!!!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-8613271322269028150</id><published>2008-06-24T02:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:51:26.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george carlin'/><title type='text'>George Carlin</title><content type='html'>Originalmente, esta entrada iba a estar dedicada a Faramarz Aslani, pero me acabo de enterar que uno de mis heroes ha muerto. George Carlin dejó la faz de la tierra el dia de ayer, muriendo a los 71 años.&lt;br /&gt;Carlin era un maldito genio. Se feliz, George. Donde sea que estes. Definitivamente espero que no nos estes viendo desde allá arriba. Se que odiarias eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre vas a ser uno de mis heroes. Nunca nadie podrá remplazarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les dejo un par de videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V510t0ecluY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V510t0ecluY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTyzTJTNhNk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTyzTJTNhNk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-8613271322269028150?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/8613271322269028150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=8613271322269028150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8613271322269028150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8613271322269028150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-carlin.html' title='George Carlin'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3461533748680707332</id><published>2008-05-23T12:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:09:25.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Le llaman Caye...</title><content type='html'>-¿Sabías que aquí el mar es muy importante?&lt;br /&gt;-No hay mar aquí.&lt;br /&gt;-Por eso. Es donde más se piensa en él. Las cosas no son importantes por que existen. Son importantes si se piensa en ellas. Como tu hijo, que no esta pero piensas en él cada día, ¿a qué sí?&lt;br /&gt;Por eso existe. Porque piensas en él. Mi madre lo dice siempre, que existimos porque alguien piensa en nosotros, y no al revés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Zulema y Caye. Princesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Es rara, ¿no? La nostalgia. Porque tener nostalgia en si no es malo. Eso es que te han pasado cosas buenas y las echas de menos. Yo, por ejemplo, no tengo nostalgia de nada. Porque nunca me ha pasado nada tan bueno como para echarlo de menos.&lt;br /&gt;Eso sí que es una putada.&lt;br /&gt;¿Se podrá tener nostalgia de algo que no ha pasado? Por que a mi a veces me pasa. Me pasa que me imagino como van a ser las cosas. Los chicos, por ejemplo. O con la vida en general. Y luego me da pena cuando me acuerdo de lo bonitas que iban a ser.&lt;br /&gt;Porque iban a ser preciosas. En serio, preciosas.&lt;br /&gt;Y luego cuando lo pienso, me da nostalgia. Porque iban a ser tan bonitas. Cuando me doy cuenta que aun no han pasado y que a lo mejor no pasan nunca... Me pongo super triste. Super triste, tía."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                                       -Caye. Princesas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3461533748680707332?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3461533748680707332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3461533748680707332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3461533748680707332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3461533748680707332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/05/es-rara-no-la-nostalgia.html' title='Le llaman Caye...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-8059690792036573309</id><published>2008-05-12T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:48:04.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catarsis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manu chao'/><title type='text'>Mi Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi vida, lucerito sin vela,&lt;br /&gt;mi sangre de la herida,&lt;br /&gt;no me hagas sufrir más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida, bala perdida&lt;br /&gt;por la gran vía, charquito de arrabal.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que te vayas,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero que te alejes cada día más y más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida, lucerito sin vela &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(aquí no pegamos los ojos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida, charquito de agua turbia,&lt;br /&gt;burbuja de jabón,&lt;br /&gt;mi último refugio. Mi última ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que te vayas cada día más y más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida, lucerito sin vela,&lt;br /&gt;mi sangre de la herida,&lt;br /&gt;no me hagas sufrir más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Vida&lt;/span&gt;, Manu Chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-8059690792036573309?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/8059690792036573309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=8059690792036573309' 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don't know if i'll be back again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-2275358955247613875?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/2275358955247613875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=2275358955247613875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2275358955247613875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2275358955247613875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/04/soon.html' title='Soon...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-8930496282904205501</id><published>2008-03-17T23:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:02:06.039-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the daily show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jon stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashbacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>He is my hero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed FlashVars='videoId=105095' src='http://www.thedailyshow.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-8930496282904205501?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/8930496282904205501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=8930496282904205501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8930496282904205501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8930496282904205501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-is-my-hero.html' title='He is my hero...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-6726917506055979800</id><published>2008-03-03T20:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:49:01.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaza</title><content type='html'>Iba a actualizar este blog con las buenas nuevas de que Nine Inch Nails acaba de sacar un disco nuevecito. Iba a rantear de lo grandiosa que es la postura que Trent Reznor ha tomado frente a la industria de los discos. También iba a postear mi reporte completito del FICCO. Pero creo que hay cosas más importantes que están pasando las cuales debemos &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(por "debemos" me refiero a mi, ya que para una servidora esto es una obligación moral. Ustedes son libres de hacer lo que les vaya en gana)&lt;/span&gt; divulgar y que tener en la mira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que ya conocen mi postura frente a la ocupación israelita de Palestina y lo que pienso del sionismo, los links que tienen a su derecha claramente ilustran mi posición frente al conflicto asi que no perderé tiempo explicándolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ha alcanzado en Palestina un punto de desesperación y violencia nunca antes visto desde la respuesta del IDF frente a la Segunda Intifiada y desde la guerra Israel-Hezbollah. Israel está contemplando una invasión completa de Gaza. Todo el fin de semana estuvieron aventando misiles a la franja de Gaza, matando decenas de Palestinos inocentes. Este ataque es respuesta a las amenazas y ataques de Hamas a Israel. Atrás de todo esto está los almighty  U.S of A apoyando a Fatah y financiando la guerra civil en Palestina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La situación es drástica. Estamos hablando de la posibilidad REAL de que Israel entre violentamente a toda la franja de Gaza y tal vez al West Bank bajo el pretexto de buscar a gente de Hamas escondida en Nabulus, Ramallah y Hebrón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La violencia escala exponencialmente cada minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer, durante el ataque militar a Gaza, el ejercito Israeli mató a decenas de refugiados incluyendo niños. Si no me creen, aquí una foto de una bebé de 25 meses asesinada por el IDF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R8yxiQ2Wt2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/isxDFnluU5A/s1600-h/aaaab.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R8yxiQ2Wt2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/isxDFnluU5A/s320/aaaab.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173705274138474338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muhammad Al-Bur`i, un niño victima de los ataques de Israel en Gaza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R8yzMg2Wt4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3s8g_9j_n3w/s1600-h/aaaaba.JPEG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R8yzMg2Wt4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3s8g_9j_n3w/s320/aaaaba.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173707099499575170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R8yyhg2Wt3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bwPvXuQEUlI/s1600-h/aaaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R8yyhg2Wt3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bwPvXuQEUlI/s320/aaaba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173706360765200242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El ejercito israeli ha tomado una postura violenta, ridicula y sangrienta que me hace recordar a Hitler. Tanto, que el gobierno de "Israel" acaba de amenazar con un &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/7270650.stm"&gt;"holocausto" Palestino.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bien aprendieron de Hitler, no? Los oprimidos se convierten los opresores, los asesinados se convierten en genocidas. Los perseguidos se vuelven inquisidores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobrecitos israelitas. Los Palestinos tienen la culpa de todo. Malditos fanaticos terroristas.&lt;br /&gt;Pobrecitos sionistas, que no han levantado un dedo contra el pueblo árabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.d. Fotografias cortesía del &lt;a href="http://angryarab.blogspot.com"&gt;angry arab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-6726917506055979800?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/6726917506055979800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=6726917506055979800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6726917506055979800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6726917506055979800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/03/gaza.html' title='Gaza'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R8yxiQ2Wt2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/isxDFnluU5A/s72-c/aaaab.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-157310857290016844</id><published>2008-02-14T22:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:49:01.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Se nota que no veo MTV?</title><content type='html'>Esto definitivamente me hizo el día.&lt;br /&gt;Para empezar, no sé si alguna vez le he mencionado a alguien que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me encanta, me fascina, me altera Sacha Baron Cohen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Desde antes de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borat&lt;/span&gt;, cuando saltó a la fama. Me encanta desde que lo vi en &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da Ali G Show&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali G Indahouse&lt;/span&gt;. No se porqué me gusta tanto, pero cada vez que lo veo me hacen asi como ñañaras. Casi tanto como cuando veo a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrien Brody&lt;/span&gt;. No taaaan asi. Pero casi.&lt;br /&gt;Also, para entender mi reaccion es importante saber que me parece muuuuuuy sexy ver a dos hombres besandose. Es asi como uno de mis turn ons. Vease &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sTf6vgxV_U"&gt;Jason Isaacs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdZ01IGqMkw"&gt;Alan Rickman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3lnv6LRqus&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;David Thewlis&lt;/a&gt; y toda la serie de Queer as Folk fue un orgasmofest a cargo de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jsWpWqxdfI"&gt;Gale Harold&lt;/a&gt;. Y bueno, Adrien Brody no besa a un hombre sino a Halle Berry pero aun asi es &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=125721&amp;amp;title=moment-of-zen-adrien-brody-kiss"&gt;très sexy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, habiendo dicho esto, les cuento que hoy me encontraba viendo la pagina de Sacha Baron Cohen en la &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0056187/"&gt;Internet Movie Database&lt;/a&gt;, y me topé con una foto de Will Ferrel y Sacha, la cual me pareció peculiar y... ehem, dejémoslo en peculiar. La imagen en cuestión es la siguiente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R7UZmF401MI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-A0Tp1-ZIvg/s1600-h/willsacha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R7UZmF401MI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-A0Tp1-ZIvg/s320/willsacha.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167064289683756226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pregunta que siguió al "FUCK!" de disbelief, fue: ¿Qué demonios? ¿Porqué Sacha Baron Cohen está besando a Will Ferrell? Así que me puse a investigar.&lt;br /&gt;La historia es que el año pasado estos dos ganaron un MTV Movie Award al Mejor Beso por una película, de la cual yo ignoraba su existencia, llamada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby&lt;/span&gt;. Como es costumbre, al recibir el premio Will y Sacha se besaron en un stunt muy muy muy cagado. Y a la vez...- Ok, mejor lo dejaré ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que poco me importa de que trate la pelicula. Mi único interés es ver la escena en que Sacha besa a Will Ferrell. Si semeja aunque sea un poquito el video que a continuación les dejaré, vale la pena andar buscandola como loquita en Blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui el video de los MTV Movie Awards. Que tarde me llegan las noticias. Todo por no ver MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eerUgUjCcew&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eerUgUjCcew&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto hace que valga la pena ver MTV de vez en cuando. &lt;b&gt;Teh hottness&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-157310857290016844?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/157310857290016844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=157310857290016844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/157310857290016844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/157310857290016844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/02/se-nota-que-no-veo-mtv.html' title='¿Se nota que no veo MTV?'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R7UZmF401MI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-A0Tp1-ZIvg/s72-c/willsacha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-1974575734483901343</id><published>2008-02-03T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:49:02.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>Let's make an agreement...</title><content type='html'>Ayer ví The Darjeeling Limtied, la nueva película de Wes Anderson.  Puedo decir que es de las mejores películas que he visto en los últimos meses. El film tiene de todo: come&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R6aSY0zQrXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HmsJztNCVms/s1600-h/thedarjeelinglimitedposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R6aSY0zQrXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HmsJztNCVms/s320/thedarjeelinglimitedposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162974978015014258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dia, drama, momentos llegadores, estupideces e incoherencias.&lt;br /&gt;La película trata de tres hermanos que no se han visto desde el funeral de su padre. Francis, el mayor, contacta a sus otros dos hermanos y los cita en la India para que se vuelvan a encontrar y experimenten un viaje espíritual, el cual no sale como lo habían planeado.&lt;br /&gt;Me encantaría escribir un super rant de como la pelicula es genial y como a todos los fans de Wes Anderson les va a encantar, pero me parece que es mejor solo dejarlo en "vayan a verla. No se arrepentirán." Enlistaré las cosas que hacen que esta pelicula sea la nueva entrada a mi lista de peliculas favoritas:&lt;br /&gt;*La actuación de Owen Wilson es la mejor de su carrera, exceptuando su parte en The Royal Tenenbaums (de Wes Anderson también).&lt;br /&gt;*Los personajes son inteligentes, reales y son de esas rarezas con las cuales puedes empatizar.&lt;br /&gt;*Los diálogos son buenísimos y la química entre los tres actores es increíble.&lt;br /&gt;*Está brillantemente escrita.&lt;br /&gt;*Adrien Brody demuestra una vez más que es un excelente actor.&lt;br /&gt;*Adrien Brody.&lt;br /&gt;*Angelica Huston es el personaje que brinda sentido común a la historia y a los 3 hermanos.&lt;br /&gt;*Jason Schwartzman nos demuestra que no tiene por qué quedarse en Rushmore.&lt;br /&gt;*-"I guess the train is lost"&lt;br /&gt;-"What did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;-"He said the train is lost"&lt;br /&gt;-"How can a train be lost? It's on rail"&lt;br /&gt;*El set, la hermosísima India.&lt;br /&gt;*The Darjeeling Limited es un tren real. Se llama The Darjeeling Mail y operado por la Indian Railways, la compañia nacional de trenes. El tren inicia su recorrido en Kolkata pasando por Udaipur, Kachenjunga y terminando en la estación de New Jailpaiguri.&lt;br /&gt;*Anderson le hace justicia a la India y no la muestra como un paraíso ni como un país de cuarto mundo. La muestra tal y como es.&lt;br /&gt;En fin. Vean la película.&lt;br /&gt;El sentimiento que me dejó al salir de la sala fue de "quiero que eso me pasé a mi".&lt;br /&gt;La pelicula de la temporada, al menos para mí. Me llegó mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Les dejo el trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aO1bYukdvLI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aO1bYukdvLI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-1974575734483901343?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/1974575734483901343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=1974575734483901343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1974575734483901343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1974575734483901343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-make-agreement.html' title='Let&apos;s make an agreement...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R6aSY0zQrXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HmsJztNCVms/s72-c/thedarjeelinglimitedposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-4224808088683177652</id><published>2008-01-28T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:03:47.115-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conciertos'/><title type='text'>YA POR FAVOR!!</title><content type='html'>No sé si es una conspiración por parte de los promotores de conciertos pero, esto de estar anunciando festivales y amazing shows cada 5 minutos no es onda. Nos vamos a quedar en la calle, no mamen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hagamos un breve recuento de todo lo que viene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apocalyptica&lt;/span&gt; - 5 de Febrero. Teatro Metropólitan. $800.00 - $250.00&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Go! Team&lt;/span&gt; - 14 de Febrero. Vive Cuevo Salón. $350.00&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MX FEST 4.0&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Fixmer/McCarthy+[:S.I.T.D.:]+Soman+Cid Project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lugar TBD. Precio por anunciar.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt; - 24 de Febrero. Foro Sol. $400.00&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mandragora Fest: Clan of Xymox+Lacrimas Profundere+Leave's Eyes+To/Die/For+Umbra et Imago.&lt;/span&gt; - 1ero y 2 de Marzo. Casa de la Chingada. $450.00+ gastos de traslado.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sonata Arctica&lt;/span&gt; - 6 de Marzo. Circo Volador. $350.00&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And One&lt;/span&gt; - 8 de Marzo. VDMas. $270.00 - $350.00&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Easter Fest: Das Ich+Diorama+State of The Union&lt;/span&gt; (sisisisisisisi!!!) - 28 de Marzo. Hard Rock Live. $350.00 - $450.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso es lo que hay hasta el dia de hoy. Espero que no haya mas anuncion hasta dentro de unos dos meses. Es una mentada de madre, y al mismo tiempo una bendición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trabajar chavales, que hay muy buenos chows que ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Todavia no me creo la de Das Ich y Diorama. Mucho menos Lacrimas Profundere y Clan of Xymox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me acabo de enterar que para el MX Fest viene M.I.A!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.I.A. &lt;/span&gt;- 8 Marzo. Centro Dinamico Pegaso &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arretera Toluca-Naucalpan Km 52,5&lt;br /&gt;San Mateo Otzacatípan, Toluca.)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; $300.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ¿QUE NO ENTENDIERON EL "YA NO ANUNCIEN CONCIERTOS"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada más falta que me digan que Skinny Puppy viene. No mamen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-4224808088683177652?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/4224808088683177652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=4224808088683177652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/4224808088683177652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/4224808088683177652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/01/ya-por-favor.html' title='YA POR FAVOR!!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-4158466659102350834</id><published>2008-01-27T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:09:46.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debrayes.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uvm'/><title type='text'>Life is easy. You make a decision and never look back.</title><content type='html'>La UVM entrá a clases el día de mañana. Yo no.&lt;br /&gt;La UNAM será mi nuevo hogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irán espera. Yo lo espero a él. Ambos nos encontraremos pronto. Muy pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un asunto de vida o muerte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-4158466659102350834?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/4158466659102350834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=4158466659102350834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/4158466659102350834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/4158466659102350834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-easy-you-make-decision-and.html' title='Life is easy. You make a decision and never look back.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-730173172129308244</id><published>2007-12-11T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:49:02.813-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine inch nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentadas de madre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the fragile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david carson'/><title type='text'>Fucking CORPORATE WHORES!</title><content type='html'>Argh! Estoy indignada. Mi odio hacia las corporaciones, especificamente McDonald's ha sido reafirmado hoy al leer en &lt;a href="http://www.theninhotline.com/"&gt;The NIN Hotline&lt;/a&gt; que el nuevo diseño gráfico de los restaurantes es un plagio del arte de David Carson, más especificamente del trabajo que hizo para The Fragile de Nine Inch Nails. Es seguro que David Carson no tuvo nada que ver con la campaña. Eso es un alivo.&lt;br /&gt;Seguro que el tipo encargado del diseño se robó el diseño/estilo/gráficas del Fotografiks de Carson y decidió ponerle el logo de McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldita sea. Espero que Carson los demande. Esto es un plagio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arte de The Fragile:                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R17Oc--AT6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/S940EIijIGM/s1600-h/nine_inch_nails_fragile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R17Oc--AT6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/S940EIijIGM/s320/nine_inch_nails_fragile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142774821838409634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R17O9--AT7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tCah8BRoiWY/s1600-h/blank_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R17O9--AT7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tCah8BRoiWY/s320/blank_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142775388774092722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R17SQe-AT8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/H239oqbA3xM/s1600-h/fragile_lit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R17SQe-AT8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/H239oqbA3xM/s320/fragile_lit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142779005136555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chequen como quedó el diseño del restaurante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R17NHO-AT5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/lR1_SfngOg8/s1600-h/mcdonalds_carson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R17NHO-AT5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/lR1_SfngOg8/s320/mcdonalds_carson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142773348664627090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up del arte, de los foros de nin-thespiral.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R2TW_gLwuYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NzAbxjLRE4c/s1600-h/MAXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R2TW_gLwuYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NzAbxjLRE4c/s320/MAXX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144473060823316866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/THEGRE%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De echoingthesound.org:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R2TY0wLwuZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Bdu4eBmAk24/s1600-h/moreevident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R2TY0wLwuZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Bdu4eBmAk24/s320/moreevident.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144475075162978706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahora díganme si no es plgio. Solo chequen la primera foto de enmedio, de arriba para abajo. La de las flores. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¡ES IGUAL A LA PORTADA DEL DISCO! ¡HASTA CORTARON EL LOGO DE McDonald's A LA MITAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! FUCKING BASTARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how deep do you believe, will you bite the Mac with Cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-730173172129308244?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/730173172129308244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=730173172129308244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/730173172129308244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/730173172129308244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/12/fucking-corporate-whores.html' title='Fucking CORPORATE WHORES!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/R17Oc--AT6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/S940EIijIGM/s72-c/nine_inch_nails_fragile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-8832850166672336364</id><published>2007-11-30T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:39:44.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sionismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Israel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palestina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medio oriente'/><title type='text'>Annapolis.</title><content type='html'>La conferencia de Annapolis fue una broma. Las palabras de Ehmud Olmert, primer ministro de Israel, derrochaban odio y descontento hacia el pueblo palestino. Varias veces se refirió a ellos como "esos palestinos" y "los llamados palestinos". En pasadas ocasiones, el seños también se ha referido al pueblo palestino como "el problema palestino". Esto es realmente curioso, ya que durante el Holocausto, los nazis llamaban a los judíos "el problema judío".&lt;br /&gt;Osea que no nada más los israelitas han aprendido de Hitler como llevar acabo una limpieza étnica rapida y eficaz, también han copiado expresiones suyas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los oprimidos se convierten en opresores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los masacrados se convierten en genocidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los perseguidos se convierten en inquisidores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos me podrán llamar antisemita por mi repulsión hacia Israel, pero si somos objetivos, cualquiera que tenga un poco de conocimiento acerca de la historia del estado judío tendría que sentirse un poco nauseabundo. Yo no soy una persona que perdone genocidios ni robo de tierras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los israelitas (notese que dije Israelitas y no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;JUDIOS&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;deberían de hacerle una estatua a Hitler, porque sin el holocausto Israel simplemente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NO EXISTIRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, pongamonos a pensar: Si el dia de mañana, el Ku Klux Klan se decidiera a crear un estado para la gente blanca, serían blanco, valga la redundancia, de odio y críticas severísimas. They would never get away with it. Lo mismo si el Opus Dei declarara un estado sólo para los católicos. La comunidad internacional los tacharía de racistas, excluyentes, retrógradas y fundamentalistas. Entonces, ¿porqué Israel sí se sale con la suya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que es justo que se reconstruya el estado de Israel. Entonces yo digo: Ok, restauremos también el estado Romano, y el Babilónico; y porque no? El Azteca también. Al fin y al cabo a ellos también los guió dios a la tierra prometida, su tierra prometida, Tenochtitlan. Aparte de que eran unos chingones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos los argumentos del sionismo son estúpidos, racistas y discriminantes. Es un estado de apartheid y de odio. Israel, simplemente, no debería existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odio la existencia de Israel.&lt;br /&gt;Odio el sionismo, no a los judíos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-8832850166672336364?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/8832850166672336364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=8832850166672336364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8832850166672336364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/8832850166672336364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/11/annapolis.html' title='Annapolis.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-9152105449391372385</id><published>2007-11-19T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:13:30.951-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trent reznor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disqueras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentadas de madre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nin.com'/><title type='text'>Record Labels are Cunts</title><content type='html'>Trent ha actualizado su blog, y ha posteado lo que pegaré aqui a continuación.&lt;br /&gt;Solo confirma que las disqueras son asshats y espero que a todos los ejecutivos les explote el corazón dentro de sus pechos. Los odio. Cada vez me convenzco más que mi decisión de no comprar discos nunca jamás fue la correcta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Several years ago I persuaded my record company to let me begin posting my master recording files on nin.com, in order to see what kind of user-generated content would materialize from my music. I had no agenda… the main reason I did it was because I thought it was cool and something I would have liked to do if it was available to me. A lot of really fun stuff started to happen….communities developed, web sites were created, even traditional radio got in the game and began playing the fans' mixes. I felt the experiment, despite not having a specific purpose, was a success. So much so that we're now releasing a remix album that includes some of this fan-created material as well as the actual multitrack master files for every song from my latest record, Year Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece was missing to me and that was an official nin.com presence for aggregating all of the fan-created remixes. Several intrepid fans had stepped up and done a great job providing a destination for people to post these, but I felt all along this was a function I should more directly support. So, upon release of this new remix album, our plan has been to launch an official site on nin.com that would provide a place for all fan remix material and other interactive fan experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning I became aware of a legal hitch in our plans. My former record company and current owner of all these master files, Universal, is currently involved in a lawsuit with other media titans Google (YouTube) and News Corp (MySpace). Universal is contending that these sites do not have what is referred to as "safe harbor" under the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, and therefore are in copyright violation because users have uploaded music and video content that is owned by Universal. Universal feels that if they host our remix site, they will be opening themselves up to the accusation that they are sponsoring the same technical violation of copyright they are suing these companies for. Their premise is that if any fan decides to remix one of my masters with material Universal doesn't own - a "mash-up", a sample, whatever - and upload it to the site, there is no safe harbor under the DMCA (according to Universal) and they will be doing exactly what MySpace and YouTube are doing. This behavior may get hauled out in court and impact their lawsuit. Because of this they no longer will host our remix site, and are insisting that Nine Inch Nails host it. In exchange for this they will continue to let me upload my Universal masters and make them available to fans, BUT shift the liability of hosting them to me. Part of the arrangement is having user licenses that the fans sign (not unlike those on MySpace or You Tube) saying they will not use unauthorized materials. If they WERE to do such a thing, everybody sues everybody and the world abruptly ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am profoundly perturbed with this stance as content owners continue to stifle all innovation in the face of the digital revolution, it is consistent with what they have done in the past. So... we are challenged at the last second to find a way of bringing this idea to life without getting splashed by the urine as these media companies piss all over each other’s feet. We have a cool and innovative site ready to launch but we're currently scratching our heads as to how to proceed.&lt;br /&gt;More to come….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the potential implications of a lawsuit like this one go well beyond creating hurdles for a Nine Inch Nails remix site. Here is an excerpt from technology site Ars Technica regarding a similar lawsuit Viacom has filed against YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DMCA's Safe Harbor provisions aren't just important to video sharing sites; they're important to almost every sector of Internet-based business.&lt;br /&gt;"Nearly every major Internet company depends on the very same legal foundation that YouTube is built on," said von Lohmann. "A legal defeat for YouTube could result in fundamental changes to its business, potentially even making it commercially impossible to embrace user-generated content without first 'clearing' every video. In other words, a decisive victory for Viacom could potentially turn the Internet into TV, a place where nothing gets on the air until a cadre of lawyers signs off," he said. "More importantly, a victory for Viacom could potentially have enormous implications for Yahoo, eBay, Amazon, MySpace, and many other Internet companies, because they all rely on the same DMCA Safe Harbors to protect many facets of their businesses, as well. The stakes are high all around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nin.com/"&gt;Trent Reznor, November 19th, 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-9152105449391372385?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/9152105449391372385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=9152105449391372385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/9152105449391372385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/9152105449391372385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/11/record-labels-are-cunts.html' title='Record Labels are Cunts'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-6195679042024568242</id><published>2007-10-29T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:58:16.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noticias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tercera guerra mundial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. dipshit'/><title type='text'>Impeach Bush</title><content type='html'>Hace tiempo mencionaba como Mr. Dipshit amenazó con una Tercera Guerra Mundial, usando a Iran como pretexto. Aqui hay un poco de información acerca de como Bush esta mintiendo (otra vez) para apretar el botón rojo y aventarle una bomba a Teherán, desatando asi la Tercera Guerra mundial. Siendo ciudadanos mexicanos, no podemos hacer nada para correr a Bush de oficina, pero al menos podemos inforrmarnos y dar nuestro apoyo a la gente que está trabajando para sacarlo de la Casa Blanca.&lt;br /&gt;Me parece que la imagen dice mucho, click en ella, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldcantwait.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/bushroom.png" alt="The World Can't Wait"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí más links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.afterdowningstreet.org/irannews"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticias que reportan planes para atacar Irán&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impeach07.org/"&gt;Impeach '07&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oldamericancentury.org/14pts.htm"&gt;Por qué Estados Unidos se ha convertido en el perfecto estado fascista: Un análisis.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrisjordan.com/current_set2.php?id=7"&gt;Chis Jordan. Simplemente porque lo amo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que lean e investigen. La información es lo que nos hace poderosos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-6195679042024568242?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/6195679042024568242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=6195679042024568242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6195679042024568242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6195679042024568242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/10/impeach-bush.html' title='Impeach Bush'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3659518080608462212</id><published>2007-10-17T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:12:53.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noticias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tercera guerra mundial'/><title type='text'>Bush: Threat of World War III if Iran goes nuclear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Matt Spetalnick&lt;span id="midArticle_byline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WASHINGTON (Reuters) - U.S. President George W. Bush warned on Wednesday a nuclear-armed Iran could lead to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World War III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as he tried to shore up international opposition to Tehran amid Russian skepticism over its nuclear ambitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bush was speaking a day after Russian President Vladimir Putin, who has resisted Western pressure to toughen his stance over Iran's nuclear program, made clear on a visit to Tehran that Russia would not accept any military action against Iran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At a White House news conference, Bush expressed hope Putin would brief him on his talks in Tehran and said he would ask him to clarify recent remarks on Iran's nuclear activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Putin said last week that Russia, which is building Iran's first atomic power plant, would "proceed from the position" that Tehran had no plans to develop nuclear weapons but he shared international concerns that its nuclear programs "should be as transparent as possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The thing I'm interested in is whether or not he continues to harbor the same concerns that I do," Bush said. "When we were in Australia (in September), he reconfirmed to me that he recognizes it's not in the world's interest for Iran to have the capacity to make a nuclear weapon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bush, who has insisted he wants a diplomatic solution to the Iranian issue, is pushing for a third round of U.N. sanctions against Iran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Russia, a veto-holding member of the Security Council, backed two sets of limited U.N. sanctions against Iran but has resisted any tough new measures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       Stepping up his rhetoric, Bush said a nuclear-armed Iran would pose a "dangerous threat to world peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We've got a leader in Iran who has announced that he wants to destroy Israel," he said. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"So I've told people that, if you're interested in avoiding World War III&lt;/span&gt;, it seems like you ought to be interested in preventing them from having the knowledge necessary to make a nuclear weapon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PUTIN'S "SPECIAL MESSAGE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iran rejects accusations it is seeking to develop a nuclear bomb, saying it wants nuclear technology for peaceful civilian purposes such as power generation, and has refused to heed U.N. Security Council demands to halt sensitive uranium enrichment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chief Iranian nuclear negotiator Ali Larijani was quoted by Iran's official IRNA news agency on Wednesday as saying that Putin had delivered a "special message" on its atomic program and other issues. No other details were given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Putin's visit on Tuesday was watched closely because of Moscow's possible leverage in the Islamic Republic's nuclear standoff with the West. It was the first time a Kremlin chief went to Iran since Josef Stalin in 1943.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asked about Putin's "special message," U.S. State Department spokesman Tom Casey said he was not aware of any deal or offer put forward by Moscow to Tehran over the nuclear program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Russian opposition to Caspian Sea states being used to launch attacks against Iran, Casey reiterated that Bush kept all his options on the table but that the United States was committed to the diplomatic path with Tehran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARAJO! ALGUIEN LO PUEDE MATAR?! Por favor?! No puede ser! No pienso morir por su pinche culpa. Maldita sea Bush es un dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;Lo más perturbante es todo el poder que tiene en su estúpida mano.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos adelantar las elecciones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué miedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noticia &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSN1732974320071017"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3659518080608462212?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3659518080608462212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3659518080608462212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3659518080608462212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3659518080608462212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/10/bush-threat-of-world-war-iii-if-iran.html' title='Bush: Threat of World War III if Iran goes nuclear'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-336827065327635787</id><published>2007-10-09T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:41:42.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noticias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Predicciones para el 2025-2050</title><content type='html'>Desde 1985, cada año la revista &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Futurist&lt;/span&gt; selecciona las 10 predicciones más relevantes que han aparecido en la revista. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Futurist&lt;/span&gt; ha escogido predicciones como el fin de la guerra fría y el internet. A continuación les dejo con los forecasts que predicen más alla del 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente algo que se tiene que leer. Pero más que nada, es un llamado a que hagamos algo y comencemos a tomar acción para prevenir problemas que se pueden... ehem, prevenir.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, aqui están.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. The world will have a billion millionaires by 2025&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Globalization and technological innovation are driving this increased prosperity. But challenges to prosperity will also become more acute, such as water shortages that will affect two-thirds of world population by 2025. --James Canton, author of "The Extreme Future," reviewed in THE FUTURIST May-June 2007, p. 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;2. Fashion will go wired as technologies and tastes converge to revolutionize the textile industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Researchers in smart fabrics and intelligent textiles (SFIT) are working with the fashion industry to bring us color-changing or perfume-emitting jeans, wristwatches that work as digital wallets, and running shoes like the Nike +iPod that watch where you're going (possibly allowing others to do the same). Powering these gizmos remains a key obstacle. But industry watchers estimate that a $400 million market for SFIT is already in place and predict that smart fabrics could revitalize the U.S. and European textile industry. --Patrick Tucker, "Smart Fashion," Sep-Oct 2007, p. 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;3. The threat of another cold war with China, Russia, or both could replace terrorism as the chief foreign-policy concern of the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Scenarios for what a war with China or Russia would look like make the clashes and wars in which the United States is now involved seem insignificant. The power of radical jihadists is trivial compared with Soviet missile capabilities, for instance. The focus of U.S. foreign policy should thus be on preventing an engagement among Great Powers. --Edward N. Luttwak, "Preserving Balance among the Great Powers," Nov-Dec 2006, p. 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;4. Counterfeiting of currency will proliferate, driving the move toward a cashless society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sophisticated new optical scanning technologies could, in the next five years, be a boon for currency counterfeiters, so societies are increasingly putting aside their privacy fears about going cashless. Meanwhile, cashless technologies are improving, making them far easier and safer to use. --Allen H. Kupetz, "Our Cashless Future," May-June 2007, p. 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;5. The earth is on the verge of a significant extinction event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The twenty-first century could witness a biodiversity collapse 100 to 1,000 times greater than any previous extinction since the dawn of humanity, according to the World Resources Institute. Protecting biodiversity in a time of increased resource consumption, overpopulation, and environmental degradation will require continued sacrifice on the part of local, often impoverished communities. Experts contend that incorporating local communities' economic interests into conservation plans will be essential to species protection in the next century. --World Trends &amp;amp; Forecasts, Nov-Dec 2006, p. 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;6. Water will be in the twenty-first century what oil was in the twentieth century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Global fresh water shortages and drought conditions are spreading in both the developed and developing world. In response, the dry state of California is building 13 desalination plants that could provide 10%-20% of the state's water in the next two decades. Desalination will become more mainstream by 2020. --William E. Halal, "Technology's Promise: Highlights from the TechCast Project," Nov-Dec, p. 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;7. World population by 2050 may grow larger than previously expected, due in part to healthier, longer-living people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Slower than expected declines of fertility in developing countries and increasing longevity in richer countries are contributing to a higher rate of population growth. As a result, the UN has increased its forecast for global population from 9.1 billion people by 2050 to 9.2 billion. --World Trends &amp;amp; Forecasts, Sep-Oct 2007, p. 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;8. The number of Africans imperiled by floods will grow 70-fold by 2080.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The rapid urbanization taking place throughout much of Africa makes flooding particularly dangerous, altering the natural flow of water and cutting off escape routes. If global sea levels rise by the predicted 38 cm by 2080, the number of Africans affected by floods will grow from 1 million to 70 million. --World Trends &amp;amp; Forecasts, July-Aug 2007, p. 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;9. Rising prices for natural resources could lead to a full-scale rush to develop the Arctic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Not just oil and natural gas, but also the Arctic's supplies of nickel, copper, zinc, coal, freshwater, forests, and of course fish are highly coveted by the global economy. Whether the Arctic states tighten control over these commodities or find equitable and sustainable ways to share them will be a major political challenge in the decades ahead. --Lawson W. Brigham, "Thinking about the Arctic's Future: Scenarios for 2040," Sep-Oct 2007, p. 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:White;"&gt;10. More decisions will be made by nonhuman entities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Electronically enabled teams in networks, robots with artificial intelligence, and other noncarbon life-forms will make financial, health, educational, and even political decisions for us. Reason: Technologies are increasing the complexity of our lives and human workers' competency is not keeping pace well enough to avoid disasters due to human error. --Arnold Brown, "'Not with a Bang': Civilization's Accelerating Challenge," Sep-Oct 2007, p. 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesante, ¿no? La que más me choqueo fue la de Rusia adueñándose del Ártico y la latente guerra entre Gringolandia y China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué miedo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-336827065327635787?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/336827065327635787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=336827065327635787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/336827065327635787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/336827065327635787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/10/predicciones-para-el-2025-2050.html' title='Predicciones para el 2025-2050'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7710090028187100405</id><published>2007-10-08T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T15:23:16.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine inch nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trent reznor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Free at LAST!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¡¡¡¡¡¡AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!! ¡¡ESTOY MUY EMOCIONADA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fin, Nine Inch Nails es una entidad completamente independiente. Trent ha terminado su contracto con Universal y POR FIN es completamente libre de hacer lo que le de la gana. Aqui el post de Trent en donde anuncia este fantástico momento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;08 October 2007:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="4760760856064929357"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:white;"  &gt;   Big News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;" class="date-header"&gt;     &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="post-body"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello everyone.  I've waited a LONG time to be able to make the&lt;br /&gt;following announcement:  as of right now Nine Inch Nails is a totally&lt;br /&gt;free agent, free of any recording contract with any label.  I have&lt;br /&gt;been under recording contracts for 18 years and have watched the&lt;br /&gt;business radically mutate from one thing to something inherently very&lt;br /&gt;different and it gives me great pleasure to be able to finally have a&lt;br /&gt;direct relationship with the audience as I see fit and appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;Look for some announcements in the near future regarding 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Exciting times, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                 &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;posted by Trent Reznor at 10:45 AM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy tan feliz por Trent, que se no nos va a defraudar en ésta nueva etapa de una de los músicos mas grandes, trascendentes y con más integridad artística que el mundo ha visto. Y también estoy muy, muy, muy emocionada por los tiempos que vienen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He esperado este día durante muchos años. El día en que por fin, Nine Inch Nails sería libre. El día en que no habría nada entre NIN y sus fans, entre NIN y la forma en que se presenta la obra de Arte. Aquellos fans de Trent Reznor me entienden. Creo que también muchos músicos que se han visto atados a un contrato de una disquera de porquería me entienden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muy, muy, muy feliz.   :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7710090028187100405?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7710090028187100405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7710090028187100405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7710090028187100405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7710090028187100405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-at-last.html' title='Free at LAST!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-1071322013307075516</id><published>2007-10-04T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:21:50.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protestas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentadas de madre'/><title type='text'>MARCHA POR BURMA ESTE SABADO! Quien se apunta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EDIT: La protesta se llevará acabo el 06 de Octubre en frente del Palacio de Bellas Artes a las 3:00 de la tarde. Todos los que asistan, lleven pancartas y panfletos. Los volantes los pueden bajar en los siguientes links: &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/60722744/volanteehoy.doc.html"&gt;VOLANTE HOY&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/60719635/volante_de_myanmar.doc.html"&gt;volante de Myanmar1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/60372047/myanmar.jpg.html"&gt;volante de Myanmar 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/60372046/chinaavvaaz.doc.html"&gt;china avaaz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola a todos.&lt;br /&gt;El motivo por el que les escribo es importante. Esto no es una cadena. Es un llamado para los que tengan voluntad, nos unamos para manifestarnos en contra de las atrocidades que el gobierno de Myanmar (la junta militar) está cometiendo contra de sus propios ciudadanos y de los monjes budistas que se atrevieron a marchar y alzar la voz después de tantos años de opresión. Desde la semana pasada se está viviendo una crisis muy fuerte en Myanmar.&lt;br /&gt;Las primeras protestas no fueron silenciadas, pero a partir del 27 de Septiembre, la junta militar ha estado matando a monjes y civiles.&lt;br /&gt;Reporteros han sido asesinados y el dia 28 de Septiembre el gobierno encerró en un templo a mas de 200 monjes y los quemaron vivos. Miles de refugiados se encuentran en la frontera con Tailandia.&lt;br /&gt;Los medios han sido censurados y el internet ha sido suspendido. Un corresponsal de la BBC ha podido seguir reportando a las oficinas de Londres pero ha tenido que permanecer en el anonimato por su propia seguridad.&lt;br /&gt;China es la clave. Después de que el gobierno Chino fue confrontado por la comunidad internacional, éste dijo que el conflicto era interno, mientras que ellos son los que proveen la ayuda económica al gobierno para que continue en el poder. Es el mismo caso con India y Rusia. Las tres naciones que mas lazos tienen con la junta militar en Burma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hay que hacer un llamado al gobierno Chino, Indio y Ruso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Es preciso protestar en contra de estas atrocidades.&lt;br /&gt;Éste Sabado, alrededor del mundo, se llevarán acabo manifestaciones en países como Australia, Austria, Brasil, Inglaterra, Mongolia, Tailandia, Taiwan, Suecia, Malasia, Filipinas, Corea del Sur, Canadá, Irlanda, Suiza, España, Nueva Zelanda, Japón, Suecia, Noruega, Alemania, India y Bélgica.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¿Dónde está México? &lt;/span&gt;Por el amor de Dios, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONGOLIA&lt;/span&gt; va a manifestarse, y nosotros los Mexicanos no somos capaces de hacer nada. Taiwan, que es parte del territorio Chino y con peligro a repercusiones bastante fuertes, tiene los HUEVOS como para levantarse y decir &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¡NO!&lt;/span&gt; ¿Luego porqué nunca nos toman en cuenta? &lt;span style="font-size:240;"&gt;¡Porque nunca hacemos nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éste correo es una invitación a todos ustedes a manifestarse conmigo en contra de los crimenes que se están cometiendo. Para que el mundo vea de una vez por todas que México no es un país apático. Ya es hora de que la gente se de cuenta de lo que está pasando y lo importante que es levantarse y manifestarse.&lt;br /&gt;Los gobiernos han llegado a creerse que a la gente no le importa mucho lo que hagan mientras que no les afecte "directamente". Esto es un peligro. El día puede llegar en que nos silencien de una vez por todas. A fin de cuentas, nadie nunca utiliza su derecho.&lt;br /&gt;No les quitaré mas tiempo. Por favor, si se animan a unirse a los movimientos a nivel global que se armaran, contactenme. La mayoría de ustedes tienen mi celular. Lo que se me ocurria era ir a protestar frente de la embajada China, pero cmo será Sábado, no habrá nadie. Otra es en el Ángel. Llamar a los medios y tomar video. Pasarlo, subirlo a internet.&lt;br /&gt;Si a alguien de ustedes se le ocurre algo mejor, háganmelo saber. Pasen la información a sus amigos y familiares. Si van a otra escuela que no sea la mía, también corran la voz.&lt;br /&gt;Nos organizamos y nos ponemos de acuerdo en como marchar, manifestarnos, protestar, etc. En frente de la embajada China no creo que sea muy conveniente ya que no habrá nadie, aunque el símbolo sera suficiente. Probablemente en el ángel. No lo sé. Se necesita saber la cantidad de gente que iria.&lt;br /&gt;Por mi parte, iré a volantear a la FES Acatlán y probablemente a CU.&lt;br /&gt;No se queden sentados. &lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;WAKE UP AND GIVE A SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A continuación, les anexo un mail de avaaz.org y un link en donde pueden checar todas las manifestaciones que se llevarán acabo a nivel mundial en contra del gobierno de Myanmar. Lo pueden checar aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/stand_with_burma/w.php&lt;http: org="" en="" stand_with_burma="" cl="27655287"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gracias por leer esto, y espero que de verdad despierten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our petition to China and the UN Security Council to stop the brutal crackdown on peaceful Burmese protesters is being delivered to the world in a full page ad in the Financial Times worldwide -- but the ad was rejected by other newspapers like the South China Morning Post and the Singapore Straits Times. Our message is an invitation to China to do the right thing in Burma, not an attack -- yet even that seemed too much for media that fear Chinese reprisals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't let our voice be silenced like this. We're taking our message to the streets, in an international day of action on Saturday -- details are on our petition page, and below. And we're redoubling our efforts to make our voice louder: our petition is approaching 600,000 signatures, closing fast on our 1 million goal.The petition link is below - send this email to all your friends and family and help us reach 1 million voices by Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/stand_with_burma/w.php&lt;http: org="" en="" stand_with_burma="" cl="27655287"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To organize an event for the global day of action, just follow the steps below. To attend an event, scroll down our petition page at the link above for a list of events around the world. Here's some simple steps for organizers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Choose a public place or landmark in your town, and organize friends to go there all wearing the same maroon red clothing as the Burmese monks. Tell local media about your plans, and email the details and contact information to dayofaction@avaaz.org&lt;mailto:dayofaction@avaaz.org&gt; -- we will try to advertise your event on our petition page.&lt;br /&gt;* Ask people attending your event to share their feelings on this crisis and the need for action, and then tie a red ribbon or piece of cloth around fences or trees to leave a more lasting sign of your support for the Burmese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worldwide outcry to save Burma's peaceful monks and protesters is one more sign of how the world is getting closer, feeling increasingly responsible to each other, and for each other as human beings. We're bringing a voice of humanity to this desperate situation, and we must not be silenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hope and determination,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricken, Paul, Graziela, Ben, Sarah, Iain, Galit, Pascal, Milena and the whole Avaaz Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS – Here are some great links for local reporting on the current situation in Burma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.irrawaddy.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mizzima.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avaaz.org is staffed by a global team of campaigners operating on 3 continents. We have administrative offices in London, New York, and Rio de Janeiro. Please direct mail to our NY office at 260 Fifth Avenue, 9th floor, New York, NY 10001 U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mailto:dayofaction@avaaz.org&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Si no entendieron nada, aqui les va..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En español:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;Queridos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, nuestra petición a China y al Consejo de Seguridad de las Naciones Unidas para la brutal opresión sobre los protestantes de Burma va a ser entregada en una pagina completa del Financial Times Worldwide-- pero la petición fue rechazada por otros periódicos como el South China Morning Post y el Singapore Straits. Nuestro mensaje es una invitación a China a hacer lo correcto respecto a Burma, no un ataque-- aunque ésto pareció ser demasiado para los medios temerosos de alguna represalia por parte del gobierno chino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dejaremos que callen nuestras voces. Estamos llevando nuestro mensaje a las calles en un dia de acción internacional éste Sabado: los detalles están mas abajo en este mensaje. Estamos redoblando nuestros esfuerzos para hacer nuestra voz mas fuerte: Nuestra petición se acerca a 600,000 firmas muy cerca del millon. Manda este mail a tus amigos y familia y ayudanos a alcanzar nuetra meta de un millon de firmas para el Sabado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/stand_with_burma/w.php&lt;http: org="" en="" stand_with_burma="" cl="27655287"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para organizar un evento, solo sigue los pasos que se describen a continuacion. Para asistir a un evento, checa nuestra página de peticiones y encuentra un evento cercano a tí. Aqui esán algunos pasos para organizadores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Escoge un lugar público o un monumento en tu ciudad y organizate con tus amigos para ir vestidos de color marron como el que usan los monjes de Burma. Informa a los medios de tus planes y manda por correo los detalles a dayofaction@aavaz.org--intentaremos anunciar tu evento en nuestra página de peticiones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invita a las personas que asistan al evento a que expresen su postura acerca de la crisis y la necesidad de actuar, aten un moño rojo o un pedazo de tela roja en rejas o en los árboles para dejar un mensaje mas duradero de su apoyo al pueblo de Burma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Las protestas alrededor del mundo por la situación que se vive en Burma es una señal más de como el mundo se está uniendo, sintiendose cada vez más responsable uno del otro como seres humanos. Estamos alzando la voz contra esta situación desesperante y no debemos de ser silenciados.&lt;br /&gt;Con esperanza y determinación,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricken, Paul, Graziela, Ben, Sarah, Iain, Galit, Pascal, Milena y todo el equipo de Avaaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - Aquí estan unos links muy útiles respecto a la crisis en Burma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.irrawaddy.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mizzima.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-1071322013307075516?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/1071322013307075516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=1071322013307075516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1071322013307075516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1071322013307075516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/10/marcha-por-burma-este-sabado-quien-se.html' title='MARCHA POR BURMA ESTE SABADO! Quien se apunta?'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-4613574365432650240</id><published>2007-10-03T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:49:03.387-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes by mentally challenged people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assholes'/><title type='text'>And they chose this asshole to lead their country...</title><content type='html'>Miren con lo que me encontré. Precaución si es que están comiendo o tomando algo, podría salirseles por la nariz. Ahora, a cagarse de la risa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure."&lt;br /&gt;...George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Republicans understand the importance of bondage between a mother and child."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Mrs. Bush, and my fellow astronauts."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mars is essentially in the same orbit...Mars is somewhat the same distance from the Sun, which is very important. We have seen pictures where there are canals, we believe, and water. If there is water, that means there is oxygen. If oxygen, that means we can breathe."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush, 8/11/94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Holocaust was an obscene period in our nation's history. I mean in this century's history. But we all lived in this century. I didn't live in this century."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Governor George W. Bush, 9/15/95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe we are on an irreversible trend toward more freedom and democracy -- but that could change."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush, 5/22/98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One word sums up probably the responsibility of any Governor, and that one word is 'to be prepared'."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush, 12/6/93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Governor George W. Bush, 11/30/96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The future will be better tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We're going to have the best educated American people in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Governor George W. Bush 9/21/97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People that are really very weird can get into sensitive positions and have a tremendous impact on history."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I stand by all the misstatements that I've made."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush to Sam Donaldson, 8/17/93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We have a firm commitment to NATO, we are a part of NATO. We have a firm commitment to Europe. We are a part of Europe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Public speaking is very easy."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush to reporters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am not part of the problem. I am a Republican."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer people going to the polls."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I have been asked who caused the riots and the killing in LA, my answer has been direct &amp;amp; simple: Who is to blame for the riots? The rioters are to blame. Who is to blame for the killings? The killers are to blame."&lt;br /&gt;...George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Illegitimacy is something we should talk about in terms of not having it."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush 5/20/96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are ready for any unforeseen event that may or may not occur."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush 9/22/97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For NASA, space is still a high priority."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Governor George W. Bush, 9/5/93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quite frankly, teachers are the only profession that teach our children."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush , 9/18/95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The American people would not want to know of any misquotes that George Bush may or may not make."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're all capable of mistakes, but I do not care to enlighten you on the mistakes we may or may not have made."&lt;br /&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"[It's] time for the human race to enter the solar system."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Governor George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RwQRFqZz52I/AAAAAAAAAC4/cLjyWpdDRF0/s1600-h/brazillion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RwQRFqZz52I/AAAAAAAAAC4/cLjyWpdDRF0/s320/brazillion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117233865579292514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Mr. Dipshit. Animal estúpido.&lt;br /&gt;Como lo odio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-4613574365432650240?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/4613574365432650240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=4613574365432650240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/4613574365432650240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/4613574365432650240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-they-chose-this-asshole-to-lead.html' title='And they chose this asshole to lead their country...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RwQRFqZz52I/AAAAAAAAAC4/cLjyWpdDRF0/s72-c/brazillion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7917950528524100689</id><published>2007-10-01T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:46:00.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conciertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>B-B-BIIITCHIN'!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>No mamen, el cierre de año va a estar bien cabron. Mis bolsillos se quedaráan completamente vacios.&lt;br /&gt;Primero, viene &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30 Seconds To Mars &lt;/span&gt;(oh si, Jared Leto y sus gritos, oh si). Cabe mencionar que cuando me enteré casi chillo y me andaba orgasmeando. A huevo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me acabo de enterar que viene &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VNV Nation&lt;/span&gt; el 24 de Noviembre al VDMas, ahi donde fue el chow de Covenant. Ya vi a los VNV una vez, allá en el Centro de Convenciones Tlatelolco. Para todos que les guste la banda pero esten dudando en irlos a ver, los invito a que vayan. El show en vivo no tiene madre. Verán ver a correr, brincar, dar piruetas y sudar a Ronan Harris. Está poca madre.&lt;br /&gt;También me enteré que viene aquella joyita escondida...Tristeza, y creo que vienen con Pelican. Paren de mamar. También me orgasmé cuando me entere. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRRISTEEEEZZAA!!!! Y PELICAN!!&lt;/span&gt; NO.MAMEN.&lt;br /&gt;Viene &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Assemblage 23&lt;/span&gt; el 10 de Noviembre. Nunca los he visto en vivo, y es de mis bandas favoritas. Este evento será mi regalo de cumpleaños a mi misma. Wooohooo!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Y para que la niña Mena este satisfecha y no se queje, viene unos de los ultimate fucking gods of electro. Nunca, nunca los he visto, pero ha sido uno de mis sueños. La primera vez que vinieron yo todavia no los conocá, tengo que confesar. Adrien Hates los ama, por eso fue el que le dió una oportunidad a Torben Wendt. Tienen un disco ridiculamente bueno, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her Liquid Arms.&lt;/span&gt; No adivinan todavia de quien les hablo? Ok, ok, aqui va....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¡¡¡¡¡¡¡&lt;span style="font-size:220%;"&gt;DIORAMA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi es, DI.O.RA.MA.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go cry from joy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7917950528524100689?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7917950528524100689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7917950528524100689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7917950528524100689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7917950528524100689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/10/b-b-biiitchin.html' title='B-B-BIIITCHIN&apos;!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3037819078680957843</id><published>2007-09-25T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:05:00.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La única verdad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0FvG9GO8Qs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0FvG9GO8Qs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... es esto. Un mundo. Nada más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3037819078680957843?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3037819078680957843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3037819078680957843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3037819078680957843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3037819078680957843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-nica-verdad.html' title='La única verdad...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-6046870264844467998</id><published>2007-09-18T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:50:35.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine inch nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trent reznor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentadas de madre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nin'/><title type='text'>Well, somebody had to say it...</title><content type='html'>Seguro muchos de ustedes se enteraron de la actitud psicótica en la que entró hace unos años la RIAA: Demandando a tipos de 17 años por bajar canciones, embargando a una familia en Ohio por bajar un disco de Michael Jackson, comprando información a Microsoft, MySpace y Facebook para rastrear usuarios que "robaran" música y creando redes cracker para monitorear las redes universitarias y espiar a los usuarios. Desde ese entonces prometí que jamás, JAMÁS iba a volver a comprar música. Jamás. La actitud y la muestra de avaricia y porquería extrema de la RIAA pocas veces había sido vista (con excepción de ExxonMobile, pero bueno, esas son los colmos de la inmundicia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La postura que adoptó la industria del disco ante el cambiante mundo de la tecnología y su actitud ante el mp3s ha puesto al descubierto que todas las corporaciones que componen la industria del disco son una bola de greedy fucking assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando fui a Japón, rompí mi promesa de no comprar discos. Lo justifico diciéndome a mi misma que los discos que compré, ni en internet los encuentras. Aparte las ediciones estan rechingonas, la neta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta cierto punto uno como fan de la música se siente culpable, ya que al no comprar discos, la ganancia de las bandas o el artista es menor. Siempre he dicho que si uno quiere apoyar al artista, uno debe de comprar su mercancia (playeras, posters, sudaderas, etc.) ya que el 80% de esas ganancias son directamente para los músicos, mientras que el ingreso para la banda por parte de la venta de discos es de tan solo el 20%, a veces menos. Las distribuidoras/disqueras/multinacionales de mierda se quedan con lo demás. Existen excepciones como Metropolis Records y Kill Rock Stars, pero estamos hablando de sellos relativamente pequeños. Y no menciono a Matador porque, sorpresa para todos los pseudo-indies que hay allá afuera, ésta es parte de la BMG. Así es, chicos indie-goes-mainstream. Han vivido engañados. Vayan y cortense las venas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ya mencioné, es un dilema para el fan de la música ésto de decidir no comprar discos. Uno se siente como sucio. Como si se estuviera robando un billete de 5 dolares de la cartera de Jared Leto. Se siene feito. Y mas cuando uno no compra discos de su banda favorita. Tengo que admitir que ahi si los he comprado todos, porque la edición esta rebonita y el arte del disco es parte de la obra de Year Zero. Pero anunciar asi como asi que pararé de gastar dinero en música, pues si remuerde la conciencia.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso es que una vez mas Trent Reznor hace que me sienta orgullosa de él y de la decisión que tomé hace ya varios años. Reznor es el leviathan de la industria discográfica, y por eso cada dia lo quiero mas. En el siguiente video mas o menos les dice a los fans que vayan y se roben el disco, porque su disquera son greedy fucking assholes. Esto viene ya de meses atrás cuando Trent tuvo un pedo con Universal, porque se dio cuenta que en Australia estaban vendiendo el Year Zero a precios exhorbitantes, y cuando Trent le preguntó a uno de los representates de su disquera que porqué estaba tan caro, el representante respondió que porque a  NIN se le podía sacar muchísimo jugo, ya que su base de fans era muy fuerte y estaríamos dispuestos a pagar lo que fuera por la obra de Reznor. Trent les dijo que eran unos hijos de puta.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, he aqui el video. Disfrútenlo y regocíjense al saber que todavia hay gente con integridad artística.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y QUE VIVA NINE INCH NAILS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJ5iHaV0dP4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJ5iHaV0dP4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-6046870264844467998?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/6046870264844467998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=6046870264844467998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6046870264844467998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/6046870264844467998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-somebody-had-to-say-it.html' title='Well, somebody had to say it...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3486940067056677802</id><published>2007-08-09T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:49:55.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Por esto y por muchas otras cosas amo a Japón</title><content type='html'>Un link mas se une a mi coleccion de links estúpidos e infinitamente fascinantes. &lt;a href="http://www.1-click.jp/"&gt;Chequense el ingenio de los japoneses&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Es tan estupido que podria pasar horas nada mas moviendo el cursor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tiene madre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3486940067056677802?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3486940067056677802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3486940067056677802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3486940067056677802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3486940067056677802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/08/por-esto-y-por-muchas-otras-cosas-amo.html' title='Por esto y por muchas otras cosas amo a Japón'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-5224698042818920140</id><published>2007-08-06T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:38:19.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Si, todos sabemos q Harry es gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYjUWSfj7fE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYjUWSfj7fE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ama a Snape. A mi nadie me engaña.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-5224698042818920140?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/5224698042818920140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=5224698042818920140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5224698042818920140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5224698042818920140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/08/si-todos-sabemos-q-harry-es-gay.html' title='Si, todos sabemos q Harry es gay'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-734531719766181331</id><published>2007-08-06T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:18:10.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>I hate JK Rowling</title><content type='html'>Ok, asi que acabo de terminar Deathly Hallows, y lo unico que puedo decir es q harry es un pendejo.&lt;br /&gt;A ver, le pone a su hijo Albus Severus, pero, ehem, no se da cuenta que Snape le era fiel a Dumbledore hasta que la maldita de Rowling lo mata? NO ME CHINGUES. ERA OBVIO!!&lt;br /&gt;Era mas que obvio que Dumbledore y Snape se habian puesto de acuerdo para que Snape lo matara. Dumbledore sabia que se iba a morir (yo pensé que era por la pocion que habia tomado en a cueva, alas, i was wrong), el momento en el que Dumbledore le pide a Snape que "lo mate" en realidad le pide que no dude. Le ruega q lo mate.&lt;br /&gt;Pero aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa no. El pendejo de Harry se pone a razonar como niño de 13 años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se vale que hayan matado al personaje mas relevante, inteligente, complejo y humano de la serie. Supongo que suena bastante egoista, pero esq si me dio en la madre. Hubiera preferido que Harry se muriera.&lt;br /&gt;Pero también me pongo a pensar: después de tanto pinche sufrimiento, tal vez Snape lo que mas quería era morir.&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo no quería eso. Snape... Snape.... ah chale, no se como articularlo.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, lean el libro, algo le falta, no se que, pero algo no está ahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;porqueeee se tuvo que morir Snape?!?!??! Noooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-734531719766181331?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/734531719766181331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=734531719766181331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/734531719766181331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/734531719766181331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-jk-rowling.html' title='I hate JK Rowling'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-7880514496632100518</id><published>2007-08-03T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:26:06.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Saywer is da man</title><content type='html'>Miren lo q me encontré entre los tentáculos de la red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1762834" quality="best" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huevo, Saywer es la neta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-7880514496632100518?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/7880514496632100518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=7880514496632100518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7880514496632100518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/7880514496632100518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/08/saywer-is-da-man.html' title='Saywer is da man'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3364101793625346047</id><published>2007-06-22T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:30:20.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japon'/><title type='text'>I loooooove Japan</title><content type='html'>Extraño Japón de una manera impresionante. Quiero regresar, ya. Es un lugar increible.&lt;br /&gt;Harajuku es mi lugar favorito de Tokyo despues de Shibuya. Chequense Harajuku, específicamente el puente de Yoyogi y Takeshita-Dori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si, es real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATXxuEqr5p8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATXxuEqr5p8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3364101793625346047?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3364101793625346047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3364101793625346047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3364101793625346047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3364101793625346047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-loooooove-japan.html' title='I loooooove Japan'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-84795850755966195</id><published>2007-05-28T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:52:53.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trent reznor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>wooowww</title><content type='html'>No se ustedes, pero yo nunca habia visto este video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJYBx5NJULY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJYBx5NJULY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta increible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-84795850755966195?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/84795850755966195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=84795850755966195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/84795850755966195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/84795850755966195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/05/wooowww.html' title='wooowww'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3108726619527886853</id><published>2007-05-17T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:57:40.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>regresando de ver a merzbow y sunn0)))</title><content type='html'>tengop dolor de oidos, de cabeza, y no coordino.&lt;br /&gt;me siento de poca madre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el concierto estuvo de pocos huevos, no hjay manera de describirlo. la manera en la q el ruido perforaba mi cerebro es indescriptible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puta madre como amo a merzbow y a sunn0))).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3108726619527886853?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3108726619527886853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3108726619527886853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3108726619527886853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3108726619527886853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/05/regresando-de-ver-merzbow-y-sunn0.html' title='regresando de ver a merzbow y sunn0)))'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-3596970297219442997</id><published>2007-05-12T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:36:56.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conciertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH y un poco mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Voy a ver a Sunn0))) y Merzbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voy a ver a Sunn0))) y Merzbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Voy a ver a Sunn0))) y Merzbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Voy a ver a Sunn0))) y Merzbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;Voy a ver a Sunn0))) y Merzbow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit; i love Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh; y tambien creo q &lt;a href="www.facebook.com"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; es una de las herramientas mas utiles q internet ofrece para estar en contacto con amigos y conocidos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck myspace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; facebook es la verga. Todos deben unirse a facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-3596970297219442997?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/3596970297219442997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=3596970297219442997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3596970297219442997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/3596970297219442997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/05/aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh-y-un-poco-mas.html' title='AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH y un poco mas'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-1838577507955897723</id><published>2007-05-10T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:24:05.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japon'/><title type='text'>konichiwa!!!!</title><content type='html'>oh! ahora no tengo maysuculas. ni modo.&lt;br /&gt;amo japon, es lo mas q ouedo decir. quiero vivir aqui. el transporte es genial, las calles son geniales, los anuncios son geniales, la gente es cagadisima, amo japon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamas pense q me gustaria tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta de mega huevos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-1838577507955897723?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/1838577507955897723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=1838577507955897723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1838577507955897723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1838577507955897723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/05/konichiwa.html' title='konichiwa!!!!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-2115013543802408946</id><published>2007-05-08T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:05:31.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><title type='text'>11 km? Si. Pendientes de mas de 80 grados? Tambien.</title><content type='html'>Es bastante tarde aca en China, solo tengo algo q decir.&lt;br /&gt;El dia de hoy me siento muy orgullosa de mi misma. Porque? Hoy escale 11 km a lo largo de la Gran Muralla China. Una caminata de mas de 5 horas sin parar, con pendientes inclinadisimas y extremadamente resbalosas. No hay pavimento, basicamente solo muchas pierdras sueltas y es tu pedo ver de donde te agarras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego posteo fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo logre! 11 km!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sientanse orgullosos de mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-2115013543802408946?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/2115013543802408946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=2115013543802408946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2115013543802408946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2115013543802408946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/05/11-km-si-pendientes-de-mas-de-80-grados.html' title='11 km? Si. Pendientes de mas de 80 grados? Tambien.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-774856443173360967</id><published>2007-04-30T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:51:21.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tibet'/><title type='text'>Tibet permits are cancelled</title><content type='html'>Aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticias para quien sea que lee esto y este interesado: Los permisos al Tibet han sido revocados desde hace 2 dias.&lt;br /&gt;La razon es que 5 americanos se fueron a protestar al Everest Base Camp por un Tibet libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El gobierno chino los ha deportado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mande un correo a la agencia de viajes con la cual organize el tour al EBC y me dijeron que nosotros habiamos sido el ULTIMO grupo que pudo llegar al Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En estos momentos solo se puede viajar a Lhasa. Las afueras de la ciudad estan completamente restringidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En cuanto me entere de mas, lo posteo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-774856443173360967?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/774856443173360967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=774856443173360967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/774856443173360967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/774856443173360967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/04/tibet-permits-are-cancelled.html' title='Tibet permits are cancelled'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-5983000931369145202</id><published>2007-04-27T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:10:18.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cagaderos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tibet'/><title type='text'>Back from Everest Base Camp...</title><content type='html'>Tashi delay!&lt;br /&gt;He regresado del E.B.C. Despues de un viaje de 4 dias, estoy de vuelta en Lhasa. Fue toda una experiencia.&lt;br /&gt;Nos fuimos el Martes por la magnana. Mis acompagnantes fueron un frances llamado Christian y una chica llamada Jenny, inglesa pero con ascendencia china y viviendo en Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEn fin. Como ya dije, salimos para el Everest el martes por la magnana en nuestra madreadisima toyota land cruiser. La primera parada fue Yamdrok Tso ("tso"= lago).  No hay mucho que ver en Yamdrok excepto el lago, obvio. La leyenda cuenta que un hada bajo para ayudar a los seres humanos, pero su esposo no pudo estar sin ella tanto tiempo y el tambien bajo. Los dos escogieron Yamdrok como su hogar, donde vivieron miles de agnos felices. Cuando llego el tiempo de decir adios al mundo mortal, los dos decidieron convertirse en un lago, para nunca separarse.  El lago es una cosa preciosa, rodeado de montagnas cubiertas de nieve y muchos, pero muchos yaks.&lt;br /&gt;Tambien muchos turistas.&lt;br /&gt;Pasamos alrededor de media hora ahi, y nos preparamos para un viaje de 5 horas por una carretera (si se le puede llamar carretera) muy pero muy bumpy. El trayecto no estuvo taaaaan mal. El paisaje compensaba la carretera fea. Pasamos por unos campos y montagnas poca madre, con el cielo asi como sacado de fotografia de postal.&lt;br /&gt;La segunda parada fue Gyantse, un pueblito en medio de la nada. Ahi fuimos a dos monasterios. Estan bastante raros, subes y subes y subes y cuando llegas a la cima, lo que te espera son dos ojos bastante freakies. Comimos ahi unos noodles. Al final de la comida, me dieron ganas de ir al pipi's room del restaurante. Fue traumatizante. Los squats no son mis bagnos favoritos, pero este simplemente era vil. Sucio, maloliente, y podias ver los deshechos de los visitantes antes de ti. Asqueroso. Pero fui. Ni modo.&lt;br /&gt;Despues de mi experiencia traumatizante, nos volvimos a subir a la madreadisima toyota land cruiser y nos dirigimos a Shigatse, donde pasariamos la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Volvimos a pasar 4 horas en la carcacha, hasta que llegamos a Shigatse. Otro pueblo en medio de la nada, y que tiene el titulo de la segunda ciudad mas grande del Tibet. Nos pusimos a buscar un hotel, hostal o lo que fuera. Fuimos al Tenzin Hotel, pero la recamara que nos ensegnaron estaba asquerosamente... asquerosa. Los bagnos apestaban casi igual que los del restaurante del demonio. Declinamos la oferta de quedarnos, y nos fuimos a otro hotel llamado el Manosarovar Hotel. Super posh y super caro. Como no habia nadie, nos dejaron la recamara triple a un tercio de lo que costaba. Nos quedamos y felizmente nos fuimos a momir.&lt;br /&gt;Al siguiente dia fuimos al monasterio de Shigatse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No era lo que me esperaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una aldea completa rodeaba el monasterio, donde monjes y devotos vivian por igual. Impresionante, y de las cosas mas bonitas que he visto. Como es costumbre en Asia, las escaleras son el camino para donde quieras ir. Sube que sube sube. Y subimos. Despues de pasar 2 horas sacando fotos y impresionandonos frente a la aldea, nos dispusimos a irnos al Rongbuk, un pueblo a 500 metros del E.B.C.&lt;br /&gt;Salir del Monk Kingdom fue dificil. Nos perdimos. Asi nos quedamos por media hora, hasta que por fin un buen monje nos mostro la salida. Estabamos fuera del Monk Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El camino de Shigatse a Rongbuk fue de las cosas mas chingonas que he visto. Circulando por montagnas y mas montagnas, hasta que despues de 4 horas, por fin tuvimos nuestro primer contacto con la cordillera de los Himalayas. Mi primer vistazo al Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.mamen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamas me imagine que una montagna pudiera tener tanta presencia y poder frente a uno. Literalmente te tiemblan las rodillas al verlo. Es una cosa impresionante. Creo que pocas experiencias se le comparan a ver lo que vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fin llegamos a Rongbuk. Rongbuk son 3 casas. Eso es Rongbuk. El plan original era quedarnos ahi, pero como en realidad no habia donde, decidimos quedarnos en el E.B.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue una linda experiencia, pero jamas lo volveria a hacer. Jamas he sentido tanto pinche frio en mi vida. Jamas. Llevaba puesto un abrigo, sweater y playera, y me estaba cagando del frio.&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos una casa de campagna vacia (que fue la primera que vimos) y nos dispusimos a tomar la cena. Nuestros huespedes fueron bastante amables, en cuanto decidimos quiedarnos nos dieron te caliente y prendieron el fuego. Cenamos unos noodles con carne de yak. Despues de la cena estabamos mas que dispuestos a irnos a dormir.&lt;br /&gt;A Jenny y a mi nos diernon ganas de ir al bagno, asi que preguntamos donde podiamos ir. El segnor que nos dio el te nos dijo que afuera. Nosotras preguntamos si habia otra opcion. El segnor nos fijo que no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to freeze our asses off. Literalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de caminar 5 minutos, que en realidad se sintieron como 40 por el pinche frio que hacia, una chica nos dijo que a unos 10 metros habia una tienda de campagna especificamente usada como bagnos. Caminamos y por fin dimos con ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar lo que sucedio despues? Comico? Asqueroso? Bizarro? Surreal? La experiencia de mi vida?&lt;br /&gt;Al acercarnos a los bagnos, un olor muy cercano a heces podridas llego a nosotros. Muy, pero muy mala segnal. Los "bagnos" constaban de una tienda de campagna grande, dividida en dos. Nignos y nignas. En cada lado habia 5 hoyos en el suelo, bastante profundos, llenos de mierda. Gracias al cielo estaba oscuro, y no podiamos verlo con claridad. En realidad esa no fue la experiencia, si no el hecho de que aparentemente en China, el concepto de privacidad no existe. Los 5 hoyos en el suelo no tenian ninguna clase de division. Simplemente cagabas y si alguien entra, pos tenia que cagar junto a ti. O al menos muy cerca de ti. Lo que hicimos fue lo siguiente. Yo me quede en la entrada de la tienda, esperando a q ella terminara para que nadie se metiera. Ella hizo lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Hicimos lo que teniamos que hacer y corrimos hacia la tienda de campagna.&lt;br /&gt;Listas para irnos a la cama, despues de un dia extremadamente dificil y unico, preguntamos si podiamos tomar cuantas cobijas qusieramos. Nos dijeron que si.&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que use dichas cobijas porque tenia que hacerlo, de otra forma moriria de hipotermia... Las cobijas apestaban a mouldy ass. A trasero podrido, a intestinos con gusanos. No mamen, horrible. Tome 4 edredones y 3 cobijas, y me dispuse a dormir en el mouldy ass.&lt;br /&gt;Pase la noche terrible, a pesar de dormir con todos los cobertores ya mencionados, doble pantalon y abrigo, me estaba congelando. No pude dormir, y no paraba de temblar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche paso, y al dia siguiente nos despertamos a las 8 de la magnana para subir al E.B.C. Pensamos que iba a ser posible llevarnos a la carcacha hasta alla, pero noooo. Nos dijeron que habia dos opciones: caminar, o tomar un horse cart. Optamos por la segunda opcion.&lt;br /&gt;El trayecto de la tienda de campagna al Everest fue de 90 minutos, con una temperatura de -20 grados centigrados. Nos estabamos congelando. Literalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fin, por fin llegamos a nuestro destino despues de un viaje muy frio y doloroso. Pero debo decir que valio la pena.&lt;br /&gt;Ver el Everest tan de cerca, estar EN el Everest, no se puede describir. Nunca en mi vida me imagine que iba a estar ahi, junto a la montagna mas temida, mas adorada y mas alta del mundo. Ahi, a 5520 m, todo parecia tan pequegno... tan vital. No se como describirlo, solo decir que fue surreal. Y que nunca, nunca se me va a olvidar. Tampoco se me va a olvidar el pinche frio y el viento que hacia. La temperatura en BASE CAMP fue de -40 grados centigrados, por lo mismo, no nos quedamos mucho tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Literalmente nos estabamos congelando, asi que fuimos a buscar tiendas de campagna de escaladores, esperando que alguno se apiadara de nosotros y nos diera una taza de agua caliente. No tuvimos que buscar mucho. Encontramos a una chica china, la cual nos ofrecio agua caliente y te dulce. Lo aceptamos con gusto.&lt;br /&gt;La chica iba a escalar el Everest el proximo mes, y estaba aclimatando su cuerpo a la altura y actividad a dicha altura. Le deseamos suerte y nos dispusimos a bajar.&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro chofer de horse cart estaba muy enojado, porque nos tardamos mas de media hora arriba, asi que el trayecto hacia abajo no fue muy lindo. Estaba haciendo que el caballo corriera, y por ende el carro se podia voltear. Estuvimos a punto de voltearnos.&lt;br /&gt;Maldito hijo de puta.&lt;br /&gt;Le pagamos sus 50 yuans, y todavia tuvo el descaro de pedirnos comida! Que huevos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya estando abajo, me dieron ganas de ir a hacert pipi, pero tenia mucho miedo, habiendo sido marcada de por vida por la experiencia de la noche anterior. Pero tambien sabia que no podia aguantarme 12 horas. Respire profundo y reuni mi coraje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mala idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la noche anterior habia sido traumatizante, esta no se le compara.&lt;br /&gt;En pura luz del dia eran la cosa mas asquerosa y vil que he visto y olido en toda mi vida. Los dichos hoyos en el suelo estaban cubiertos de mierda y meados, marcas obvias de que varias personas no le habian atinado al hoyo. Pedazos enteros de mierda adornaban la tienda, y toallas femeninas hacian su aparicion. De verdad no me podia aguantar, asi que en chinga me baje los pantalones y hice lo que tenia que hacer. No entrados los 4 segundos, dos tipas entraron.&lt;br /&gt;Como si nada se bajaron los pantalones y se dispusieron a cagar. Fue igual que el chiste de Polo Polo. Mientras las dos hacian... aquello, platicaban.&lt;br /&gt;Asi es, segnoras y segnores, tuve que ir a mear con dos tipas completamente desconocidas al lado mio.&lt;br /&gt;La historia de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Despues de quedar marcada de por vida, y de estar segura que de en hora en adelante podria usar cualquier tipo de bagno, nos largamos de la tienda vil y regresamos a Shigatse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para hacer la historia corta, llegamos a Shigatse y no habia hoteles, asi que nos tuvimos que quedar en un cuarto secreto del Tenzin. Muy agradable, pero sin calefaccion, y en la noche, una vez mas, nos estabamos congelando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al dia siguiente, desayunamos y nos dirigimos directo a Lhasa. Check in en el hostal, adios y happy travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahi tienen el recuento, no muy bien redactado, de mi aventura al Everest.&lt;br /&gt;Sean felices, aprecien sus bagnos, y cuentenle a todos que los cagaderos de los cuales habla Polo Polo, si existen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-5983000931369145202?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/5983000931369145202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=5983000931369145202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5983000931369145202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5983000931369145202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-from-everest-base-camp.html' title='Back from Everest Base Camp...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-2759571605216754050</id><published>2007-04-22T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:49:04.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tibet'/><title type='text'>Yaks, yaks, yaks...</title><content type='html'>Hoy se supone que tenia que irme al Everest. A una de las chicas con las q me iba a ir le dio food poisoning, asi que me voy hasta magnana. Meh, no me molesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lhasa es una ciudad... extragna. Es raro para mi ir caminando, y que el 60 porciento de la poblacion sea monje. Y tambien es raro que los monjes me paren en la calle y me tomen fotos. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace frio ahorita, pero no mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En noticias relevantes, me siento orgullosa de mi misma. Por fin he aprendido a usar un squat toilet. Por fin lo puedo usar al maximo. hehe. Ya se hacer a la squat. No ubican un squat toilet? Los ilustro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056457088905716610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/Riwk7p47I4I/AAAAAAAAACo/oCOo0QwE9Ws/s320/longdrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Squat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de las cosas que me han encantado del Tibet es la adoracion por el yak. Todo viene del yak: la leche, el te, la carne, el yoghurt. Si, yoghurt de yak. Y no es por nada, pero esta bastante rico.&lt;br /&gt;En realidad el yak no se ve asi como muy lindo ni comestible. Pero esta rete padre:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056457952194143122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/Riwlt547I5I/AAAAAAAAACw/x_FO9ND_idg/s320/yak.gif" border="0" /&gt;Veanlo. No es hermoso?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estoy intentando averiguar donde puedo ver monjes debatiendo. Dicen q en el Sera Monestary, tendre q averiguar como llegar ahi. Me voy a dar una vuelta por el Potala Palace hoy en la tarde, o al rato que se me quite la hueva.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quiero una foto con un yak. Son poca madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-2759571605216754050?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/2759571605216754050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=2759571605216754050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2759571605216754050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2759571605216754050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/04/yaks-yaks-yaks.html' title='Yaks, yaks, yaks...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/Riwk7p47I4I/AAAAAAAAACo/oCOo0QwE9Ws/s72-c/longdrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-293533521921623006</id><published>2007-04-22T09:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:19:59.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Otra vez...</title><content type='html'>Nada vale la pena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-293533521921623006?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/293533521921623006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=293533521921623006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/293533521921623006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/293533521921623006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/04/otra-vez.html' title='Otra vez...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-4904459755633428571</id><published>2007-04-21T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:39:18.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lhasa, Tibet.</title><content type='html'>Por fin, por fin se me hizo llegar al Tibet. Despues de un viaje de 34 horas, por fin me encuentro en Lhasa. Me estoy quedando en hostal bastante agradable (20 RMB por una cama en el dormitorio) y justo ahora sali a comer.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy intentando averiguar como mierdas le voy a hacer para ir al Everest Base Camp, o minimo a la seccion este del Tibet. Prentendo llegar el 5 de mayo a Beijing (en realidad no quiero pasar mucho tiempo ahi). Pero primero necesito averiguar la info acerca del Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo mucho que decir, en realidad. Solo que no me siento mal, ni siquiera senti la altura. Oh, y puedo estar orgullosa de decir que he estado en la estacion de tren mas alta del mundo, se encuentra a 5000 km sobre el mar, un poco mas que el Everest Base Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decidido que lo mas seguro es que volare de chengdu a beijing. Me da hueva agarrar un tren otra vez. No se, depende del presupuesto que me quede. Pero ps si planeo agarrar un tren de Lhasa a Chengdu.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que regresar a Chengdu porque ahi deje mi penosamente pesada maleta, llena de souvenirs para todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeen fin, me retiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-4904459755633428571?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/4904459755633428571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=4904459755633428571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/4904459755633428571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/4904459755633428571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/04/lhasa-tibet.html' title='Lhasa, Tibet.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-329087145517700288</id><published>2007-04-18T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:19:27.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>Adios, Chengdu.</title><content type='html'>Hoy me voy de Chengdu. Departo para Lhasa, Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;Espero no sentirme mal por la altitud. Se que probablemente sea paranoia. No creo q me pase nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chengdu es una de las ciudades mas tranquilas de China. Todavia no me acostumbro a q todo mundo escupa, pero podria ser peor. Se podrian estar cagando en las esquinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN fin, esta es una entrada muy rapida (sin albur). Solo queria anunciar q por fin se me va a hacer conocer el Tibet. Espero ir al EBC (Everest Base Camp), pero ps necesito conseguirme a otros 4 weyes para rentar un 4x4.&lt;br /&gt;A ver si se hace.&lt;br /&gt;Si no, regreso antes y me voy a un trekking a caballo en Songpan. Se supone q esta bien impresionante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, me retiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duele la pancita :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-329087145517700288?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/329087145517700288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=329087145517700288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/329087145517700288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/329087145517700288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/04/adios-chengdu.html' title='Adios, Chengdu.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-655863886484093386</id><published>2007-04-15T05:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:34:30.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me carga la chingada. Si, eso.</title><content type='html'>Hace tanto tiempo que no actualizaba este intento de blog. La razon es simple: En Vietnam, blogger.com esta bloqueado, y en Camboya, la pagina simplemente no cargaba.&lt;br /&gt;En Laos fue falta de tiempo. Y que tenia cosas mas importantes que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que les cuento? Pues primero que todos ustedes DEBEN de ir a Camboya. Es el lugar mas hermoso en el que he estado. Es impresionante. La gente, las costumbres, los olores, la comida. La historia. Los nignos.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah los nignos. Y eso que a mi me cagan los escuincles, pero debo de aceptar que me enamore de los nignos de Camboya. Y de el pais tambien. Me caga escribir sin acentos, perdon por el parentesis.&lt;br /&gt;Como decia, deben de ir a Camboya. Vietnam... meh. Simplemente eviten la capital, Hanoi. Hue es lindo, Hoi An es el paraiso de las madres y de las feminas que agradan de comprar ropa: un vestido de seda te cuesta 10 dolares, mandado a hacer a la medida, una chamarra de cuero te cuesta 20, mandada a hacer. Un abrigo, 40. Yo me mande a hacer el abrigo. A mi madre le traje cosas de seda.&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa divertida de Vietnam son los sombreros. Estan rete padres, habia comprado unos 4, pero debido al DESMADRE que en unos momentos explicare, los sombreros estan sanos y salvos en Bangkok, con una chica llamada Lionelle. Le confio los sombreros, se que los cuidara bien.&lt;br /&gt;Laos tambien es impresionante. Es bellisimo, y Luang Prabang, una de las ciudades mas importantes, es tambien una de las mas relajadas en Asia. Es... fascinante. Todo acerca de Laos es precioso. Uno se mis paises favoritos, y sin duda regresaria. Pero primero a Camboya.&lt;br /&gt;Lo unico malo de la region es el calor extenuante que te tortura. Si esta bien horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues del breve recuento de mis actividades, les contare que historia de horror me paso.&lt;br /&gt;El dia de antier, era el ultimo dia en Camboya. Teniamops que cruzar por autobus de Siam Reap a Bangkok. No hay pedo.&lt;br /&gt;Nos embarcamos en un viaje de 5 horas de Siam Reap a Poipet, donde la frontera de tailandia-camboya esta. Al menos una de tantas.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de esto, unos dias antes yo y mi guia nos dedicamos a investigar si habia visas on arrival para mexicanos. Todas las fuentes consultadas decian que si. No vimos ningun problema, al pasar migracion sacaba mi visa y ya, listo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAAAALLLSSSOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos a Poipet y la puta madre, que no hay visas. Chale. Mi guia se puso en chinga a contactar a un agente de viajes local para sacarme un boleto de avion de Siam Reap a Bangkok, dado que en aeropuerto seguro habia visas al llegar. Total que me regrese a SR con otro grupo de Intrepid y de ahi me dejaron en el aeropuertop, donde pague 150 USD por el boleto.&lt;br /&gt;Con tal de llegar a Bkk.&lt;br /&gt;Aterrizamos y me dirigi a migracion. Ahi me dijeron que nel, que tampoco habia visa. Putaputaputa. Para esto mi guia se habia quedado con mis maletas para que fuera mas facil moverme.&lt;br /&gt;Estaba al borde de un colapso nervioso.&lt;br /&gt;Llego un joven que trabajaba para el aeropuerto y en chinga se puso a arreglar las cosas para que mi equipaje lo pudieran traer en la magnana y registrarlo con la aerolina. El se encargo de darle instrucciones a mi guia.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, me llevo al lounge de Bangkok Airways y me dijo que podia comer lo que quisiera y tomar lo que quisiera. Despues me llevo a la sala comun de pasajeros en transito, donde hay sillones-cama en donde te puedes quedar. Le agradeci yy me quede ahi para pasar la noche.&lt;br /&gt;A eso de las 2 de la magnana hacia un putero de frio, asi que agarre mi bolsa y me fui a comprar una frazada.&lt;br /&gt;Regrese y me volvi a echar en el mismo sillon, donde me quede profundamente dormida con mi bolsa abrazada.&lt;br /&gt;A las 6 de la magnana me desperte con muchas ganas de ir al bagno. Note que mi bolsa no estaba abrazada a mi, dije "me he de haber movido en la noche". Fui al bagno y despues me dieron muchas ganas de hablarle a Do, busque el celular y oh sorpresa: no estaba. Asustada, saque todo de mi bolsa y tampoco estaba mi camara de video.&lt;br /&gt;Me eche a llorar. Todo me habia salido mal.&lt;br /&gt;Me dirigi a informacion del aeropuerto, donde se supone que hablan ingles, les pedi ayuda y les dije lo q habia ocurrido y no entendieron ni madres. Llore mas.&lt;br /&gt;Despes de que vieron que estaba bien mal, le hablaron a un wey parecido al q me habia ayudado ayer y le explique lo que habia pasado. Me dijo que si queria levantar un reporte a la policia, le dije q por supuesto que si. Me dijo que lo acompagnara, y me pido el pasaporte para ver mi visa.&lt;br /&gt;Le dije que no tenia! Que eso le habia dicho! Me dijo que entonces no podia hacer nada, porque era pasajero en transito y no podia salir a las oficinas de policia.,&lt;br /&gt;Llore todavia mas. Muchisimo. Me sentia agotada.&lt;br /&gt;Me dirigi a check in y a esperar que despegara mi vuelo. Mientras, fui al cafe internet del aeropuerto, que es ridiculamente caro, y compre una tarjeta para hablarle a mi madre.&lt;br /&gt;La llamada no entraba. Llore mas. Todo me estaba saliendo mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aborde mi vuelo de BKK a Kunming, CHina. Llegue y lo primero que me pasa es que no me dejan entrar, porque los chinos pensaron que mi pasaporte era falso.&lt;br /&gt;Tuvieron que hablar a la embajada y hacerme una seria de p[reguntas. Yo estaba asustadisima, pensaba que me iban a deportar.&lt;br /&gt;La situacion se aclaro, y despues de 3 horas en el aeropuerto, me pideron disculpas y me dejaron ir. Me sentia de la mierda.&lt;br /&gt;Agarre un taxi y me fui al hotel. Llegue y mi cuarto todavia no estaba hecho. Puta madre. Cuando simplemente me queria acostar.&lt;br /&gt;Me conecte y hable con mi Do. Eso me tranquilizo muchisimo.&lt;br /&gt;Me hablo y me dijo cosas lindas. Me tranquilizo y como siempre, me puso las cosas en perspectiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa es mi historia. Que mierda no?&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me voy de Kunming (una ciudad muy bonita) a Chengdu. Mi tren se va a las 20:10 y llega alla a las 14:00. Espero que no me pase nada feo en la estacion, si algo pasa, me cae que me regreso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta hueno, me paso a retirar.&lt;br /&gt;j.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-655863886484093386?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/655863886484093386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=655863886484093386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/655863886484093386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/655863886484093386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-carga-la-chingada-si-eso.html' title='Me carga la chingada. Si, eso.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-1376623479368681719</id><published>2007-03-17T23:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:49:04.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat Prah Khew/Grand Palace.</title><content type='html'>Sigo en Tailandia. Muchas cosas lindas. Pero no me gusta como huele. Como una mezlca entre pescado frito y limon echado a perder. Feo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno, el dia de hoy les traigo unas fotitos. Antier tuve la oportunidad de ir al templo mas grande en Thailandia (si, Tailandia, en tailandes, se escribe Thailandia, asi que dejen de joder con eso). Lo unico que tengo que decir al respecto es: esta bien chingon. Se construyo durante la dinastia de Rama V y el segnor, como vivia en Ayuddthya y ahora queria vivir en Bangkok y hacerla capital, despues de la guerra com los Burmeses, se trajo todo su palacio para aca.&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente el Gran Palacio esta construido con puro oro, marmol y jade. Esta bien cabron. Hoy en dia ahi es donde vive el rey de Thailandia.&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente con eso de las reconstrucciones y la guerra, ya no queda casi nada de oro, este ha sido remplazado ps por concreto pero lo pintan de doradiro y se ve retenice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo, para que uno se de a la idea de como era en realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unas fotitos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043138412179391426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfzTqosUg8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qu8LwLpIfd8/s320/thai2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;El guardian del palacio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043138695647232978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfzT7IsUg9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/l2UpVRhNmao/s320/thai13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un templo de meditacion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043139047834551266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfzUPosUg-I/AAAAAAAAACE/pq4OGyEHEBg/s320/thai11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otro guardian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043139455856444402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfzUnYsUg_I/AAAAAAAAACM/92bzloIsfoo/s320/thai8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un modelo del Angor Wat en Camboya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tengo mas fotos, pero la neta me estan cobrando retecaro el interne, tons ya me voy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien fui al mercado flotante, fue una experiencia surreal. Todos andan en sus lanchitas vendienote desde sombreros hasta ratas muertas y tarantulas vivas, y tu vas en tu lanchita remandole, viendo si te agrada algo.&lt;br /&gt;Bien, bien chido.&lt;/p&gt;El mismo dia visite una granja de serpientes donde te dan un espectaculo bien impresionante y te ensegnan como dominar a una serpiente.&lt;br /&gt;Despues fui a un espectaculo tipico tailandes, donde te ensegnan como son las bodas, los funerales... todo bien bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy fui al Buddah Reclinado, que es un Buddah de mas de 43 metros de largo y 30 de alto.&lt;br /&gt;Enoooorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy en la noche parto hacia Chiang Mai, llego en la magnanita. Espero ver elefantos.&lt;br /&gt;Lo cual me recuerda! tambien fui a un show de elefantes pero en vez de divertirme sali chillando. Los tratan bien mal y aparte se veian todos tristes, asustados y con ganas de morirse.&lt;br /&gt;Me dieron ganas de sacar una metralleta y volarles la cabeza a todos los pinches cabrones que los elefantes traian encima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;En fin, ora si ya me voy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disfruten sus tacos, aca se extragnan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;j.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-1376623479368681719?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/1376623479368681719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=1376623479368681719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1376623479368681719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/1376623479368681719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/03/wat-prah-khewgrand-palace.html' title='Wat Prah Khew/Grand Palace.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfzTqosUg8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qu8LwLpIfd8/s72-c/thai2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-179974612553738508</id><published>2007-03-15T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:49:05.476-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand.</title><content type='html'>He llegado a tailandia. Hace un puterisimo de calor. Que tanto? Nada mas les digo q estamos a 34 grados centigraqdos. Una vez mas estoy usando un teclado oriental, asi q los acentos ps no mas no'stan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok se parece mucho a Mexico. La unica diferencia es que los Tailandeses si saben manejar y poner direccionales, los autobuses publicos estan mas lindos y hay mas casetas (o mas bien, hay casetas en la ciudad). Pero de ahi en fuera es muy como Mexico. Tienen su segundo piso del periferico, los carros son los mismos (el driving seat esta en la derecha, a la europea).&lt;br /&gt;Los caminos muy bien pavimentados... pero se p[arece mucho a Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El hotel en donde me estoy quedando es un poco una decepcion. Me lo imaginaba diferente. Esta limpio, si, pero pues no se. Ya me harte de quejarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo pedos con lo de la visa China. Rezenle al Santo Nigno de Atocha para que me la den, si no no se q voy a hacer. Chance subirme a japon. Tal vez ir a Myanmar. No se, el pedo es el varo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y QUE DEVERDAD QUIERO IR A CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;Es mi primer dia en Tailandia y para ser sincera no he salido del hotel. Bueno, si. Pero me regrese por el calor. No.mames.&lt;br /&gt;En fin para el sabado ire al mercado flotante. Tal vez terminando de escribir esto me lance al Palacio imperial y a la Pagoda de Plata. Tal vez al templo de la primavera.&lt;br /&gt;No se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOSENOSENOSE.&lt;br /&gt;Solo se q los extragno un chingo. Especialmente a alguien... ehem... especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, si. La estupida pastilla de la malaria me trae como hija de puta. Pinches nauseas horribles. Pinche malaria.&lt;br /&gt;Pinches mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;Ando buscando un cable de USB pa subir las fotos q tome con la camara de video, pero no se donde encopntrarlo. Me estoy haciendo a la idea de que tal vez no vaya a poder subir ni una chingada. O creo q si. He tenido una revelacion.&lt;br /&gt;Un momento, por favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;inspecciona&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una slot para memmory card!!!&lt;br /&gt;yoohooo&lt;br /&gt;one moment, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOTOS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, empezando desde el aeropuerto de Narita.&lt;br /&gt;El signo de los signos, el signo q no puedes ignorar en un bagno japones, el signo que determina si tu trasero sera refrescado por un tierno chorrito de agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042037539046982482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfjqbYsUg1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/IFcH_yKHQuA/s320/coso.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha!!! Es magica. Y me giggles, heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tooodo en japon tiene q ver con las slots. No me creen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042039338638279538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfjsEIsUg3I/AAAAAAAAABM/h1_zHy36thk/s320/teh+cute4+slot+muchine.JPG" border="0" /&gt; TEH CUTE SLOT MACHINE!!! YEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahora el Monte Fuji desde el avion:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042039682235663234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfjsYIsUg4I/AAAAAAAAABU/isfxvXUQKm8/s320/mt+fiji.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Montes genericos de Japon:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042039944228668306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfjsnYsUg5I/AAAAAAAAABc/KQSFTol3PZI/s320/fuji.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atardecer sobre Corea del Sur/Laos:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042040189041804194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/Rfjs1osUg6I/AAAAAAAAABk/gIymtXDTvVw/s320/sunset.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Otra y ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042040373725397938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfjtAYsUg7I/AAAAAAAAABs/VWBPC91jWVo/s320/sunset2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso es todo de imagenes. Saldre a ver q pedo y a donde voy.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-179974612553738508?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/179974612553738508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=179974612553738508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/179974612553738508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/179974612553738508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/03/thailand.html' title='Thailand.'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RfjqbYsUg1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/IFcH_yKHQuA/s72-c/coso.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-759255473483109054</id><published>2007-03-13T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:21:40.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis is the land of the lising sun....</title><content type='html'>Asi es, nignos. Perdonen por el excesivo uso de ... PUTA MADRE DONDE ESTAN LAS COMILLAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tendran q saber ustedes q en este momento estoy escribiendo en un sistema completamente en coreano, con unt eclado en coreano, q para terminarla de chingar no se ve ni una jodida madre porq esto q estoy usando es gratis, y de tanto q lo usan las teclas no se ven, por ende, una disculpa por la falta de ortografia y demas.&lt;br /&gt;Les escribo desde corea. Aca es el 14 de marzo y son la 1:18 en punto. pm.&lt;br /&gt;P[ara q se den ceutna de con q estoy trabajando, ahi les va:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DEMONIOS NI SIQUIERA PUEDO SUBIR UNA IMAGEN!&lt;br /&gt;Desde que sali de mexico el vuelo muy bien, pero el aeropuerto de Tijuana apestaba. Los bagnos de Tokyo estaban retecagados, todos en Corea se me quedan viendo.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, las imagenes ya vienen.&lt;br /&gt;Le tome foto al Mt. Fuji desde el avion. Hermoso&lt;br /&gt;Los extragno a todos, de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Espero poder comprar un cable USB para poder subir las fotos lo mas pronto posible.&lt;br /&gt;Los quiero un chingo.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por leer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-759255473483109054?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/759255473483109054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=759255473483109054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/759255473483109054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/759255473483109054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/03/dis-is-land-of-lising-sun.html' title='Dis is the land of the lising sun....'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-5804238303608783277</id><published>2007-03-02T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:57:39.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Extravaganza...</title><content type='html'>Amo YouTube. Lo amo, lo amo, lo amo. VIIIIVA YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;Porque? Porque esta lleno de snowflakes, ositos de peluche y arcoirises (eh?) Porque es el lugar mas feliz del internet, y porque es como Dios, pero más tangible.&lt;br /&gt;Es un lugar perfecto para dar rienda suelta a mi fascinación por burlarme de la gente.&lt;br /&gt;Con YouTube, quien coños necesita a Jim Carrey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chequen esto. Es ARTE. No.mames. The Big Lebowski!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqtgfjkB6Pg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqtgfjkB6Pg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maynard la caga y se encabrona:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFoWz4fiwCE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFoWz4fiwCE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaaaaaaandaaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SpoAiBZ62Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SpoAiBZ62Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el video que me acaba de arreglar el dia. Esta cosa es tan genial que no lo puedo entender, y aun asi lo amo.&lt;br /&gt;Los unicos, los inigualables, los insuperables.... YATTA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9rWFZesV8s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9rWFZesV8s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YATTA!!! YATTA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amo a YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-5804238303608783277?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/5804238303608783277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=5804238303608783277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5804238303608783277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/5804238303608783277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/03/youtube-extravaganza.html' title='YouTube Extravaganza...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-2274198971931673139</id><published>2007-02-22T21:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:21:36.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4JivMaovX8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4JivMaovX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si, eso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-2274198971931673139?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/2274198971931673139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=2274198971931673139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2274198971931673139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2274198971931673139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/02/holy-shit.html' title='Holy Shit'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-2540095356863480666</id><published>2007-02-16T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:49:06.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Year Zero is now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Year Zero es el título de la nueva producción de mi banda favorita, NIN, que saldrá a la venta el próximo 17 de abril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No puedo esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;El disco es un disco completamente conceptual. Dentro del marco del disco, several websites have popped up explicando el concepto detrás de Year Zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La realidad de Year Zero se situa a 15 años del año presente. El mundo está vuelto un caos, los gringos se han apoderado de Medio Oriente (la llamada brigada de los 105th han llegado a Siria, Chad, Yemen y ahora Iran se divide en Former Iran y Post Iran), el agua de E.U. esta siendo envenada por el gobierno con una droga llamada Parapin, que el gobierno ha hecho creer a todos ayuda a luchar contra las armas biológicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Una rara presencia se ha hecho visible a muchas gentes. Al principio se creía que eran visiones provocadas por efectos secundarios ligados al uso de Parapin, pero gente que ha dejado de tomar el agua contaminada a sido testigo de ella. La llaman simplemente, The Presence. Una foto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RdZY7i5kPGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UIVnjUwjNI4/s1600-h/presence1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RdZY7i5kPGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UIVnjUwjNI4/s320/presence1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032307413636889698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; y otra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RdZa9C5kPII/AAAAAAAAAAc/d6dV_LxaLU4/s1600-h/presence2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RdZa9C5kPII/AAAAAAAAAAc/d6dV_LxaLU4/s320/presence2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032309638429949058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Muy poca gente duda de la efectividad y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://iamtryingtobelieve.com/"&gt;el verdadero propósito del Parapin.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; La gente está completamente idiotizada por la droga, y poco les importa lo que sucede. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://105thairbornecrusaders.com/"&gt;Medio Oriente está siendo destrozado por los E.U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. y los que regresan de la guerra estan completamente dañados psicológicamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://bethehammer.net/"&gt;Some take justice unto their hands &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; y crean una resistencia completamente violenta. Existe gente que ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://anotherversionofthetruth.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dejado de tomar el agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; y aun asi han sido testigos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.anotherversionofthetruth.com/end.htm"&gt;The Presence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Hay otros muchos que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://churchofplano.com"&gt;siguen tomando el agua y aun han sido visitados por The Presenc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e. Nadie sabe que está pasando. Muchos mas lo saben perfectamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;El concepto detrás del disco es genial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Una de las canciones que se acaban de leakear de manera "ilicita" o "accidental", llamada My Violent Heart fue expuesta a una espectografía, y ésta revela una imagen bastante sacante de pedo de The Presence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RdZhdS5kPJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nv3bENlfuhI/s1600-h/holyfuckingshitea8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RdZhdS5kPJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nv3bENlfuhI/s320/holyfuckingshitea8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032316789550496914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Con todo y todo, el concepto detrás de Year Zero no esta nada alejado de la realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo el mundo sabe que desde hace años toda la comida que viene de E.U. contiene transgénicos y quimicos que nadie sabe para que son. Los archivos y las memorias de los &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://105thairbornecrusaders.com/"&gt;105th Airborne Crusaders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; bien podrian ser las de cualquier soldado de Irak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.bethehammer.net/bio.htm"&gt;Él&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; bien podria ser cualquier soldado de Irak. La gente solo piensa en dinerodinerodinero sin siquiera importarle lo que pasa con el planteta. El calentamiento global esta llegando a su máximo punto. La guerra por los mantos aquiferos ya viene. La megalomania de E.U. es cada vez mas grande, la ambicion militar de Norcorea es mas cabrona cada vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;En realidad notan mucha diferencia entre Year Zero y nuesta realidad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Los medios estan siendo completamente controlados por los gobiernos. Especificamente el de E.U. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.consolidatedmailsystems.com/nooneimportant/%20"&gt;Incluso el correo personal de la gente tiene que ser enviado por medios pertenecientes al gobierno.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All in all, no hay mucha diferencia a lo que estamos viviendo en este momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No creo que esta sea una visión apocalíptica. No creo que sea una conspiracy theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Year Zero es ahora. Lo estas vivendo. Es ahora. Iraktransgénicosexplotacionyprostitucioninfantilgobiernos corruptoscalentamientoglobalcaosdudamuerteignoranciaodioracismoguerrascrisishidrograficaextincion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;avariciacontaminacioncorporacionesmegalomaniacasconformismo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;¿No lo ves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;¿Estan tan ciego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;¿Eres uno de ellos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;¿Continuarás tomando el agua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-2540095356863480666?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/2540095356863480666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=2540095356863480666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2540095356863480666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/2540095356863480666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/02/year-zero-is-now.html' title='Year Zero is now...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wAiqlMEtgE/RdZY7i5kPGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UIVnjUwjNI4/s72-c/presence1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-116935453326815374</id><published>2007-01-20T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:42:13.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythmaker</title><content type='html'>Ok, por fin escuché el nuevo disco de Skinny Puppy, Mythmaker.&lt;br /&gt;Para hacerselos mucho mas fácil, solo dire una cosa: FUCKING AND UTTERLY MIND BLOWING.&lt;br /&gt;Tienen que escucharlo, asi de fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente hago reviews largos de mis discos favoritos nuevos. Y eso pretendia hacer, pero mi cerebro se ha reducido a un puré de baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre que sale un disco, viene fotos promocionales con él. Bueno, como buena recopiladora de información, y para que el review saliera rete pipiris, me avoqué a buscar fotos promocionales del Mythmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que si las encontré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dejó con una. Solo una. La culpable de que mi cerebro se haya vuelto un puré de baba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6355/1939/1600/406074/holy%20shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6355/1939/320/179562/holy%20shit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngkndfkgnlskglsjlgkjBLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no saben quien es, les pego. Juro que les pego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-116935453326815374?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/116935453326815374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=116935453326815374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/116935453326815374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/116935453326815374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2007/01/mythmaker.html' title='Mythmaker'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-116614927103559280</id><published>2006-12-14T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:15:28.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong</title><content type='html'>EDIT: Just waaaaaayyyyyyy wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-116614927103559280?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/116614927103559280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=116614927103559280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/116614927103559280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/116614927103559280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-116054092375902042</id><published>2006-10-10T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:20:58.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want</title><content type='html'>El titulo de este post no es meramente temático, es literal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Steven Patrick Morrissey viene a México.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una cita con Dios éste 16 de Noviembre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora disculpen mientras tengo un aneurisma por la emoción&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-116054092375902042?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/116054092375902042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=116054092375902042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/116054092375902042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/116054092375902042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-please-please-let-me-get-what-i.html' title='Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-115767346368852916</id><published>2006-09-07T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:01:10.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it it when this happens...</title><content type='html'>Después de un CHINGO de tiempo de no postear, me veo en la necesidad de hacer uso de este espacio una vez más.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, después de bastante insistencia y persuasión de parte de Giorsalo, decidí bajar el nuevo sencillo de una de ms ultimate favourite bands, Lacrimas Profundere.&lt;br /&gt;Es difícil explicar lo buenos que son el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Naissance D' Un Rêve &lt;/span&gt;y el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burning A Wish&lt;/span&gt;. Cada vez que me disponía a escuchar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La Naissance D' Un Rêve&lt;/span&gt; era como hacerlo por primera vez. Mas o menos el efecto que tuvo en mi el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're Only In It For The Money&lt;/span&gt; de Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention, o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fragile&lt;/span&gt;, de Nine Inch Nails (que por alguna extraña razón, siempre que me dispongo a hablar de genialidad sale ese disco... hmm...).&lt;br /&gt;En fin, Lacrimas siempre me había parecido excelso. Más siendo una banda de metal. Y es que el metal es todo igual, ya lo he dicho, y siempre lo sostendré. Es raro cuando una banda de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metal&lt;/span&gt; sobresale, es realmente innovadora, VAYA, cuando es realmente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero esa es otra historia. El chiste es que no quería bajar la rola porque el último disco de Lacrimas me tenía bastante decepcionada. El &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ave End&lt;/span&gt; no fue mas que un albúm dolorosamente mediocre. Y me duele, me duele cuando cosas como esta pasan. Ya me pasó con Röyksopp, no mencionemos a los Theatre of Tragedy (aunque esto le pegó mas al Kunst que a mi), y por el amor de dios no me mencionen a Placebo. Todavía me duel--- PERO QUE HAGO?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me caga salirme del tema, lo siento.&lt;br /&gt;Retomemos: so, me dispuse a bajar el nuevo sencillo de Lacrimas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again It's Over&lt;/span&gt;, y una parte de mi le entro la emoción. Tenía le pequeña esperanza de que tal vez esta nueva canción iba a ser un nuevo capítulo, una renovación. Estaba dispuesta a darles el beneficio de la duda, y mientas mi lento Soulseek se apoderada de cada bit que constituia esa canción, me vi llena de espectativa, cual niño esperando su mas deseado juguete.&lt;br /&gt;Terminó la download, y con manos temblorosas llenas de emoción le di doble click a la canción...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que decepcion. Chale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La canción es PESIMA. Si ustedes pensaban que el Ave End había sido un bache... esto es un CRATER. Espantosa, tediosa... sin chiste. Plana y simplemente... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talentless&lt;/span&gt;. Es algo asi como una combinación de H.I.M. y The 69 Eyes. Mind you, i do like the 69 eyes, pero Lacrimas Profundere NO DEBE DE SONAR ASÍ. Lacrimas Profundere era un tributo al dolor, una ODA a la soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que demonios? Que carajos? QUE PUTAS PASÓ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora mismo me encuentro con un cachito de corazón roto, y con mis oídos derramando unas cuantas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Escucho con nostalgía &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Orchid From My Withering Garden&lt;/span&gt;, y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Meadows Of Light&lt;/span&gt;, canciones que nunca me dejarán. Recordaré escuchando &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Dance&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diotima&lt;/span&gt;. Grabo en mi memoria a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...And How To Drown In Your Arms, The Embrace and The Eclipse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Un suspiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un momento de silencio en honor a Lacrimas Profundere.&lt;br /&gt;May they rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-115767346368852916?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/115767346368852916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=115767346368852916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115767346368852916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115767346368852916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-it-it-when-this-happens.html' title='I hate it it when this happens...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-115404724342530021</id><published>2006-07-27T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:40:43.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Me duelen los pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso es todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, y una rolita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gablotka.box.net.pl/zrzuty/muza/Portishead%20-%20I%20dunno/01-Portishead%20-%20Sour%20Sour%20Times.mp3"&gt;Portishead - Sour, Sour Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-115404724342530021?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/115404724342530021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=115404724342530021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115404724342530021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115404724342530021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/07/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-115214237335157784</id><published>2006-07-05T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:32:53.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis ojos, por haber sido puentes, son abismos...</title><content type='html'>Jimena esta sentimental. Jimena postea una entrada sentimental... Apologies in advance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Te quiero&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lo he dicho con el viento,&lt;br /&gt;jugueteando como animalillo en la arena&lt;br /&gt;o iracundo como órgano impetuoso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lo he dicho con el sol,&lt;br /&gt;que dora desnudos cuerpos juveniles&lt;br /&gt;y sonríe en todas las cosas inocentes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lo he dicho con las nubes,&lt;br /&gt;frentes melancólicas que sostienen el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;tristezas fugitivas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lo he dicho con las plantas,&lt;br /&gt;leves criaturas transparentes&lt;br /&gt;que se cubren de rubor repentino;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lo he dicho con el agua,&lt;br /&gt;vida luminosa que vela un fondo de sombra;&lt;br /&gt;te lo he dicho con el miedo,&lt;br /&gt;te lo he dicho con la alegría,&lt;br /&gt;con el hastío, con las terribles palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero así no me basta:&lt;br /&gt;más allá de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;quiero decírtelo con la muerte;&lt;br /&gt;más allá del amor,&lt;br /&gt;quiero decírtelo con el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;                                                          -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luis Cernuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dedicado a la única persona a quien le podria dedicar ésto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-115214237335157784?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/115214237335157784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=115214237335157784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115214237335157784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115214237335157784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/07/mis-ojos-por-haber-sido-puentes-son.html' title='Mis ojos, por haber sido puentes, son abismos...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-115164752907947051</id><published>2006-06-30T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:08:22.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking genius</title><content type='html'>Hoy, mi muy pero muy buen amigo &lt;a href="http://ismaelon.blogspot.com"&gt;isma&lt;/a&gt; me djo algo tan pero tan increíble, simple, cinico, misantrópo, bello y sabio que me quedé sin aliento. Es como si hubiera salido de mis propios labios. Y es raro, porque es tan deliciosamente cruel que... aaahh, como lo explico? Mueve esa maldad dentro de mi que pensé ya no estaba... Isma, oh, mi querido Isma. Pero que fue lo que me dijo, se preguntan ustedes? Cinco hermosas y crueles palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Déjala que sufra tu felicidad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/1600/iiiiiissshhhmmmmaaaaaaa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/400/iiiiiissshhhmmmmaaaaaaa.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isma... You, my friend, are a fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;. Ah, pero como quiero a Isma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-115164752907947051?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/115164752907947051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=115164752907947051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115164752907947051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115164752907947051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/06/fucking-genius.html' title='Fucking genius'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-115164626831171158</id><published>2006-06-30T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:44:28.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you trying to FUCKING kill me?!?!??!?!</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok...&lt;br /&gt;QUE CARAJOS TRATAN DE HACERME LOS PROMOTORES MUSICALES, HUH??!?!? MATARME DE UN INFARTO?!?!?!? Primero me entero q está CASI confirmado que Radiohead viene a México (si, no se preocupen, yo también dejé de respirar). Luego, que Mogwai, una de mis bandas favoritas, regresa a esta ciudad, dandome asi como una oportunidad de redención. Corregir el pecado que cometí alrededor de 5 meses: El no prevenir que se iban a acabar los boletos para la primera tocada de Mogwai en la ciudad, and thus, perdiéndome del concierto.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora, me entero que Nitzer Ebb está confirmado para el 25 de Septiembre, y que los boletos van a estar regalados: $250 para el Salón 21. Asi es, señoras y señores: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NITZER&lt;/span&gt; MOTHERFUCKING &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EBB&lt;/span&gt; EN LA CIUDAD DE MÉXICO!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, si. No se preocupen, yo también tuve un orgasmo.&lt;br /&gt;Que cosa tan increíble. De verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora solo falta q saquen con q traen a Antony and the Johnsons y ahi si va a ser the end of me. No mames. Nitzer Ebb. Fucking effing!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-115164626831171158?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/115164626831171158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=115164626831171158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115164626831171158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115164626831171158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-trying-to-fucking-kill-me.html' title='Are you trying to FUCKING kill me?!?!??!?!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-115134440437993740</id><published>2006-06-26T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:36:19.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You Are But, What Am I?</title><content type='html'>NO MAMEN NO MAMEN NO MAMEN!!!!!  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO.MAMEN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Belle and Sebastian vienen a México para el Festival Cervantino que se celebrará del 4 al 22 de Octubre del presente Año. Pero eso no es todo, aparte de traer a Belle and Sebastian, también van a traer como teloneros a los BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi es, queridos melómanos. A Broken Social Scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pero eso no es todo!!!!!!!!!! Jamás me emocionaría tanto si solo viniera Belle y BSS. Me laten, claro. Creo que el disco de Broken Social Scene es de los pocos realmente rescatables de la escena "indie-goes-mainstream". Porque? Porque con el Indie Rock pasa lo mismo que con el metal: El 90% suena igual. No puedes distinguir cual es la diferencia entre The Libertines y los Dirty Pretty Things. Igual que no puedes diferenciar a Leave's Eyes de Elis. Es una constante repetición, y después de navegar el género durante mas de un año te aburres. O si eres facil de complacer, te forzas a creer que cada grupo de metal o rock indie, segun tu inclinacion, es diferente. Pero no por eso el Indie o el Metal es malo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per se. &lt;/span&gt;No me malinterpreten, por supuesto que me gusta el Metal, asi como me gusta el Indie. Pero creo que hay muy pocos grupos originales y que no solo se suben a la bandwagon, ahora que está de moda ser fan de Nueva York y mamar a Casablancas. O mamar a Finlandia y a Opeth, en caso del metal. Grupos autenticos de Metal? Seguro, aqui van algunos: Therion, Apocalyptica, Iron Maiden, Children of Bodom, Slipknot (y no me lo nieguen, que sin Joey Jordison yo no se que haria el mundo de las batacos. Ese wey toca como pinche degenerardo. Y es brillante) y los difuntos Burzum. No mames eso si es metal. No el clon del clon del clon del clon como Elis o cualquier grupo de Grind, Gótico o Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Indie Rock? Claro que también hay joyas: los Artic Monkeys, Apples In Stereo, Deerhoof &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(aunque si lo menciono, también tendría que mencionar a Xiu Xiu. No estoy segura de que en mi mente entren como Indie Rock porq de Rock no tienen nada, pero asi los clasifica NME asi que...)&lt;/span&gt; The Organ, The Go! Team y mis amados Architecture in Helsinki. No mencionaré a nadie de la Kill Rock Stars como Art Brut y The Gossip porque ellos se merecen otra clasificación completamente diferente. Son otro pedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me creen de Architecture in Helsinki? Oiganlo ustedes mismos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="ttp://notendur.centrum.is/%7Emaggunn/oskiposkiposk/Architecture%20In%20Helsinki/In%20Case%20We%20Die/04%20Wishbone.m4a"&gt;Architecture In Helsinki - Wishbone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les gustó? Ahora todo el albúm aqui: &lt;a href="http://notendur.centrum.is/%7Emaggunn/oskiposkiposk/Architecture%20In%20Helsinki/In%20Case%20We%20Die/"&gt;Architecture In Helsinki - In Case We Die&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero eso no era el punto, coño! El punto era que la causa de mi excesiva alegria es que para el Festival Cervantino también viene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOGWAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, si, SI señoras y señores, el Karma SI existe!!! Me los perdí cuando vinieron a la Ciudad de México porque no alcanzé boleto pero... REGRESAN!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MOGWAI REGRESA!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Estoy tan pinchemente feliz que no puedo con la sonrisa... NO MAMES MOGWAI!!!!!! Me gustaría poder describirlo mejor, poder describir a Mogwai mejor pero la verdad es que no se puede. La palabras pocas veces pueden articular la genialidad. Y con Ellos es todavia menos probable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mogwai es demasiado grande para las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ésta se la dedico a mi &lt;a href="http://heldrasil.blogspot.com"&gt;kunst&lt;/a&gt;, que le gusta mucho mucho mucho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandelicious.com/mp3/Mogwai/HappySongsForHappyPeople/08IKnowYouAreButWhatAmI_.MP3"&gt;Mogwai - I Know You Are But What Am I?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora todo el disco: &lt;a href="http://www.urbandelicious.com/mp3/Mogwai/HappySongsForHappyPeople/"&gt;Mogwai - Happy Songs for Happy People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Cervantino va a estar increíble. No mamen, Mogwai!!! Perdon, perdon. Pero no puedo controlar mi amor hacia ellos.&lt;br /&gt;Solo falta que vengan los Sigur Rós... Por favor que venga Sigur Rós...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-115134440437993740?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/115134440437993740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=115134440437993740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115134440437993740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115134440437993740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-you-are-but-what-am-i_26.html' title='I Know You Are But, What Am I?'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-115094743648732852</id><published>2006-06-21T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:15:21.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This entry will self-destruct partially within 24 hours... or less...</title><content type='html'>Antes q nada, felicidades a Tisca. Hoy cumplió su cumpleaños número 18. Vayan y &lt;a href="http://mtiscaregno.blogspot.com"&gt;felicitenlo&lt;/a&gt;. Seguro que lo va a poner de buenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porfavor diganme que demonios ocurre conmigo? Porque las cosas tan pequeñas me afectan tanto? Acaso le doy demasiada importancia a las cosas? Acaso tengo un importance misplacement syndrome? Que pasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O será que definitivamente no tengo autoestima? Tantas cosas me pasan por la cabeza que no se ni como escribirlo. Todo me da vueltas. Todo. Nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.fuse.net/johneubank01/Music/Morissey%20-%20This%20charming%20man.mp3"&gt;Morrissey  - This Charming Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que estabamos hablando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esque siempre he dicho que los detalles son lo que de verdad importan. Asi como el "I forgive you" al final de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Have Killed Me &lt;/span&gt;de Morrissey. Es una linea, un detalle dentro de toda la canción, y le da un giro diferente... A esos detalles me refiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que demonios? De verdad. Estoy harta de sentir esto. Quisiera hacer que no me importara, que me diera lo mismo, pero la verdad es que me duele. Pienso tantas cosas que se me va el pedo de lo que quiero decir.&lt;br /&gt;Me siento triste. Muy triste. Tengo mucho miedo y no se porque, si la razon de todo esto es verdaderamente estupida.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo de que me deje de amar. Y es que, que voy a hacer el dia que se de cuenta que soy tan pero tan poca cosa que no vale la pena estar conmigo? Se que es estupido y cursi e incluso cliché pero, la verdad es que Él le da sentido a mi vida. Tengo miedo a que me olvide... Mucho miedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldito Morrissey, apareces en el momento menos indicado. Bendito seas... tu me entiendes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.starman.ee/evert/++mp3/morrissey%20-%2007%20-%20how%20could%20anybody%20possibly%20know%20how%20i%20feel.mp3"&gt;Morrissey - How Could Anyone Possibly Know How I Feel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Escuchar a The Smiths es algo asi como ir al psicólogo. Pero estos de verdad funcionan... Cuando te sientes mierda solo buscas una canción de Morrissey &amp; Co. e instantaneamente te sientes acobijada y tranquila. Alguien allá afuera sabe exactamente como te sientes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.fuse.net/johneubank01/Music/The%20Smiths%20Half%20A%20Person.mp3"&gt;The Smiths - Half A Person&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mismo con The Postal Service. Todo el Give Up es una experiencia intensa, de corazón. Y con un liricista como Ben Gibbard (DCfC) es imposible no ahogarte del... como decirlo? No es agonía, no. Tampoco angustia... Dolor. Si, dolor. Añoramiento. No se como describirlo pero el disco toca un nervio muy personal en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.fuse.net/johneubank01/Music/The%20Postal%20Service/Give%20Up/09%20Brand%20New%20Colony.wma"&gt;The Postal Service - Brand New Colony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no se que poner. En realidad debo de dejar de darle importancia a pendejadas. Y esque de verdad es una pendejada. Lo se, lo tengo presente. Supongo que es porque lo amo demasiado o algo asi. Porque de verdad lo amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginen ver su última gota de esperanza escurrirse en forma de lágrima. Sientan el hilito que ataba su alma a su corazón romperse. Huelan el dolor, la angustia... Para eso está Nine Inch Nails, en especial estas dos canciones. Cuando piensas que el dolor te ahoga y te sofoca; cuando piensas que estas solo, llegan piezas como estas con las cuales te sientes un poquito menos alienado... O al menos eso te forzas a creer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greymanews.vije.net/music/2002.%20Still/09%20-%20Nine%20Inch%20Nails%20-%20Leaving%20Hope.mp3"&gt;Nine Inch Nails - Leaving Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://greymanews.vije.net/music/2002.%20Still/07%20-%20Nine%20Inch%20Nails%20-%20And%20All%20That%20Could%20Have%20Been.mp3"&gt;Nine Inch Nails - And All That Could Have Been&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Una entrada mas que uso para desahogarme, y que posteriormente borraré. Al menos parcialmente. Al menos solo lo desahogado. Las canciones se las pueden quedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://195.91.151.44/%7Eplasticine/asoundforthesoul/windblows/the_cult_-_painted_on_my_heart.mp3"&gt;The Cult - Painted on My Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilco duele, y duele mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/ccnmtl/draft/soup/Wilco/Yankee%20Hotel%20Foxtrot/I%20Am%20Trying%20to%20Break%20Your%20Heart.mp3"&gt;Wilco - I'm Trying To Break Your Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/ccnmtl/draft/soup/Wilco/Yankee%20Hotel%20Foxtrot/I" mp3=""&gt;Wilco - I'm The Man Who Loves You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como es una entrada triste, esas son las rolas que posteare. Tristes, negras, melancolicas, dolorosas, llenas de agonía... de esas que si se materializaran serian lágrimas o gotas de sangre. De esas que te hacen sentir...&lt;br /&gt;... esas con las cuales no te sientes tan solo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=A139E038297F5D27"&gt;Hedwig And The Angry Inch - In Your Arms Tonight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://musica.demas.cl/Musica/Placebo%20-%20Sleeping%20with%20ghosts%20-%20usuario%20tian00/12%20-%20Centrefolds.mp3"&gt;Placebo - Centrefolds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.fuse.net/johneubank01/Music/The%20Postal%20Service/Give%20Up/02%20Such%20Great%20Heights.wma"&gt;The Postal Service - Such Great Heights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://burntelectrons.org/media/music/Depeche%20Mode%20-%20Precious%20%28promo%29.mp3"&gt;Depeche Mode - Precious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.music.mcgill.ca/%7Ebenjamin/music/mp3s/Damien%20Rice%20-%20The%20Blowers%20Daughter%20%28Closer%20Soundtrack%29.mp3"&gt;Damien Rice - The Blowers Daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://electricdog.tv/muziq/2005/mixes/disintegration/ice/17_Xiu%20Xiu%20-%20Little%20Panda%20McElroy%20%28b%29.mp3"&gt;Xiu Xiu - Little Panda McElroy (b)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gilles.godon2.free.fr/Musique/Apocalyptica%20by%20neo76101/Apocalyptica%20-%20Romance.mp3"&gt;Apocalyptica - Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-115094743648732852?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/115094743648732852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=115094743648732852' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115094743648732852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115094743648732852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-entry-will-self-destruct.html' title='This entry will self-destruct partially within 24 hours... or less...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-115041091120481053</id><published>2006-06-15T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:21:46.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love music, You hate this shit...</title><content type='html'>En general, tengo un gran problema con las viejas o weyes que ganan dinero solo por enseñar las nalgas, creo q son la mas grande prueba de que tan estúpida es la gente. Pero hasta ahi llega.&lt;br /&gt;Si, la verdad es que la pornografía siempre me ha parecido desabrida y estúpida. Será porque no es lo mio, porque no la encuentro excitante en lo mas minimo. Siempre me he burlado de los fans de la pornografía, como que pienso: porno=teto. Y la verdad es que siempre relaciono la pornograifa con gente como él:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/1600/hahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/400/hahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ya lo mencioné, no soy afecta a la pornográfia, se me hace teta y los weyes/viejas que hacen eso se me hacen de lo mas maricas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hay un sitio porno muy especial que se ha ganado mi odio y repulsión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suicidegirls.com"&gt;Suicidegirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay nada mas asqueroso que esa bola de IMBÉCILES. No mames esq solo de escribir acerca de ellas me da asquito.&lt;br /&gt;Se dicen alternativas, diferentes e INTELIGENTES y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SON PEOR QUE LA PINCHE GENTE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, señoras y señores. Peor que la gente. Son repulsivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y  es que representan la hipocresía en su máximo esplendor. Si son tan PUTAMENTE inteligentes, porque entonces tienen que ir enseñando sus horribles nalgas al mundo? Muy pinche diferentes y mamada y media y son igual que todas las weras operadas que posan para Hustler. Me caga que se jacten de ser alternativas cuando solo son una bola de pinches ovejas pendejas. No mames no mames no mames.  "Ah no mames mira que diferente soy, tengo tatuajes y veinticinco perforaciones en cada labio vaginal y MIRA! TE LAS ENSEÑO!!! Pero te cobro, claro. Yo? No, para nada. No soy porn star, para nada. Eso es demasiado mainstream. Tengo una indiviualidad demasiado elevada como para ser parte de cualquier cosa popular. Yo soy diferente e inteligente..." WEY NO MAMES ASI O MAS PENDEJAS!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;E insisto. Respeto muchisimo mas a Jenna Jameson que a cualquiera de las anorexicas pendejas de mierda pseudo-alternativas de Suicidegirls. Al menos viejas como Jameson no prentenden ser algo que no son. Ni presumen de ser ese algo que no son. Son pendejas y vaginasueltas. Y lo aceptan. Eso lo respeto. Pero a las SGs las odio, me cagan, y se me hacen lo mas asqueroso que pudo haber escupido el pinche internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiero a &lt;a href="http://www.populationpaste.com/blog/mitch"&gt;Mitch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso, he decidido emprender una campaña contra esta abominación llamada Suicidegirls.com Ahhhh, que desde el nombre me da coraje. El suicidio es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bello&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poetico&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hermoso&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;romántico&lt;/span&gt;. No sucio, hipócrita y FALSO. Ellas son mas como cortarse el brazo en clase de literatura frente a todos los compañeros con un par de tijeras rosas sin filo.&lt;br /&gt;Si, asi de patético.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, he iniciado una campaña en contra de este aborto de Televisa. La imagen la saqué de un random profile de myspace con el cual me encontré... luego pongo la dirección. Los dejo con la siguiente imagen, la cual, ES DIOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/1600/INCREIBLE%21%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/400/INCREIBLE%21%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si las odian tanto como yo, guarden la imagen y ponganle en cualquier cosa que tengan (myspace.com, blogger, livejournal, hi5, friendster, lastfm, avatar de foros, avatar de MSN, yahoo360....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son como las hijas de Courtney Love...&lt;br /&gt;Y no, eso no es un cumplido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-115041091120481053?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/115041091120481053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=115041091120481053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115041091120481053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/115041091120481053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-you-love-music-you-hate-this-shit.html' title='If you love music, You hate this shit...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114970300712376249</id><published>2006-06-07T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:56:47.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Über Antipop Extraodinare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/1600/xiu%20xiu%20for%20life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/320/xiu%20xiu%20for%20life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se que llego un poco tarde, de hecho alrededor de una semana tarde... Pero no habia tenido tiempo de checar noticias en cuanto al mundo de la música. De lo mas reciente que me habia enterado era de que el álbum solista de Thom Yorke, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Eraser&lt;/span&gt; se habia leakeado... Y que nadie sabia si le habia gustado o no.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Dedicaré una de las próximas entradas a desmembrar el disco. Mas adelante será, ya que lo haya escuchado bien. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una semana después de que la nueva canción de &lt;a href="www.xiuxiu.org"&gt;Xiu Xiu&lt;/a&gt; salió, me encuentro en posesión de ella. Y es una maravilla. Como todas las creaciones del Sire Jamie Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie tiene una fecha confirmada en Guadalajara, el 17 de Junio. Espero que confirmen ALGO para la Ciudad de México. Sería genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya viene el nuevo disco, se titulará &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Air Force&lt;/span&gt;. JS dice lo siguiente: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hello ye rust colored death velvet mummy, how are you? we have finished our next record to be called "the air force" it will be out on sept. 15th 2006. so far away... it will be like it never happened it is produced by greg saunier of deerhoof. if you did not know he is talented."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow!!! Producido por Greg Saunier!!! :D (si nunca han escuchado a Deerhoof, háganlo. Porfavor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Air Force &lt;/span&gt;constará de 11 canciones, y a continuación presento el track list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hello from eau claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            boy soprano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            buzz saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            PJ in the streets of london&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            vulture piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            saint pedro glue stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            bishop, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            watermelon vs. the pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            the fox and the rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            wig master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La canción que aqui pongo es el track No. 2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Soprano. &lt;/span&gt;Comienza como todo un caos. Catártico, ruidoso, cochino, para luego mutar a algo un poco mas melódico. Mas suave.&lt;br /&gt;Si nunca han escuchado nada de Xiu Xiu pero gustan de música que reta, esto les va a gustar. Si estan familiarizados con la obra, les va a encantar. Igual de viceral y dramático... pero con un toque de paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/slvrdurango/AlbumSpace/932GOSNI48/02+Boy+Soprano.mp3"&gt;Xiu Xiu - Boy Soprano&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(via  &lt;a href="http://iguessimfloating.blogspot.com"&gt;I Guess I'm Floating)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que extraño es Xiu Xiu. Que perfecto es Xiu Xiu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114970300712376249?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114970300712376249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114970300712376249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114970300712376249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114970300712376249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/06/ber-antipop-extraodinare.html' title='The Über Antipop Extraodinare...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114965612926034814</id><published>2006-06-06T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:55:29.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Vampire</title><content type='html'>Siiii. Asi de cabrón esta el ocio. Hasta me puse a escribir a lo pendejo...&lt;br /&gt;Soporten la tortura un rato. No vale la pena, pero estoy segura que no tienen nada mejor que hacer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rape me pretty vampire,&lt;br /&gt;make me scream your name&lt;br /&gt;Take me pretty vampire,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Use me pretty vampire&lt;br /&gt;tie me to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Own me pretty vampire&lt;br /&gt;drink from my neck.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me pretty vampire,&lt;br /&gt;spread wide my legs&lt;br /&gt;Kill me pretty vampire,&lt;br /&gt;Throw me in thy grave.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be yours, pretty vampire--&lt;br /&gt;It is you i want to forever serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Es malísimo, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que estan escuchando? Yo por el momento estoy FASCINADA por el Music Of The Spheres de Ian Brown. Y que tal el trabajo que hizo con U.N.K.L.E??? Aurgasmico, no?&lt;br /&gt;Deveras que es una maravilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114965612926034814?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114965612926034814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114965612926034814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114965612926034814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114965612926034814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/06/pretty-vampire.html' title='Pretty Vampire'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114965530292199386</id><published>2006-06-06T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:48:59.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Los tests son del Diablo</title><content type='html'>Y como el Diablo me cae muy bien, hice uno que no es tan estúpido como los demas... hay bastantes en smilarminds.com, buen sitio para pasar el rato cuando el ocio es abismal. He aqui mis resultados del test Big 45, de la Teoría de los Rasgos. Los que me conozcan, diganme si los resultados son correctos o no:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scale Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: white;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Big 45 Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Gregariousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sociability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Assertiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Poise&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Leadership&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Provocativeness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self-Disclosure&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Talkativeness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Group Attachment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extroversion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="30"&gt;&lt;b&gt;51%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Understanding&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Warmth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Morality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Pleasantness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Empathy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cooperation&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sympathy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Tenderness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Nurturance&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accommodation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="30"&gt;&lt;b&gt;45%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Efficiency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dutifulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Purposefulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Organization&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Rationality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Planning&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;18%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="30"&gt;&lt;b&gt;38%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Happiness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Calmness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Moderation&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Toughness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Impulse Control&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Imperturbability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cool-headedness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;82%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Tranquility&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="30"&gt;&lt;b&gt;46%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellect&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Ingenuity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;82%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Reflection&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Competence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Quickness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;82%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Introspection&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Creativity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Imagination&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Depth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Openmindedness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="30"&gt;&lt;b&gt;73%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/big45.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Big 45 Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer Key:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="white" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="630"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#dedede"&gt;Factor&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#dedede"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#dedede" width="23%"&gt;low score&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#dedede" width="33%"&gt;high score&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Gregariousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;quiet, reclusive&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="23%"&gt;engaging, socially bold&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sociability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;24%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;withdrawn, hidden&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;warm, open, inviting&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Assertiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="23%"&gt;timid, gunshy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="23%"&gt;controlling, aggressive&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Poise&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;uneasy around others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;socially comfortable&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Leadership&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="23%"&gt;stays in background&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="23%"&gt;prefers to lead&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Provocativeness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;modest, plays it safe&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;bold, uninhibited, cocky&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Self-Disclosure&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;private, contained&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;very open and revealing&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Talkativeness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;quiet, stealthy, invisible&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;motor mouth, loud&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Group Attachment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;loves solitude&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;prefers to be with others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Understanding&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;insensitive, schizoid&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;respectful, sympathetic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Warmth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;disinterested in others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;supportive, helpful&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Morality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;break/ignore the rules&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;play by the rules&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Pleasantness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;aloof or disagreeable&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;gets along with others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Empathy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;out of tune w/ others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;in tune with others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Cooperation&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;competitive, warlike&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;agreeable, peaceful&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sympathy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;socially inconsiderate&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;socially conscious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Tenderness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;cold hearted, selfish&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;warm hearted, selfless&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Nurturance&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;self pleasing, me first&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;people pleasing, me last&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;reckless, unscheduled &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;careful, planner&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Efficiency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;unreliable, lazy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;finisher, follows through&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Dutifulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;leisurely, derelict&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;strict, rule abiding&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Purposefulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;inattentive, undisciplined&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;prepared, focused&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Organization&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;relaxed, oblivious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;detail oriented, anal&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;impulsive, spendthrift&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;restrained, cautious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Rationality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;irrational, random&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;direct, logical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;careless, error prone&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;detail obsessed&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Planning&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;18%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;disorganized, random&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;scheduled, clean&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;easily frustrated&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;calm, cool, unphased&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Happiness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;unhappy, dissatisfied&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;self content, positive&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Calmness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;touchy, volatile&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;even tempered, tolerant&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Moderation&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;needs instant gratification&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;easily delays gratification&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Toughness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;hypersensitive, moody&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;thick skinned&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Impulse Control&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;lacks self control&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;maintains composure&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Imperturbability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;highly emotional&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;emotionally contained&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Cool-headedness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;82%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;demanding, controlling&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;accommodating&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Tranquility&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;emotionally volatile&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;emotionally neutral&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Intellect&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;instinctive, non-analytical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;intellectual, analytical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Ingenuity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;82%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;lacks new ideas&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;innovative, novel&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Reflection&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;unreflective, coarse&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;art and beauty lover&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Competence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;slow to understand/think&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;intellectual, brainy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Quickness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;82%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;intellectually dependent&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;intellectually independent&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Introspection&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;not self reflective&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;self searching&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Creativity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;dull headed&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;synthesizer, iconoclast&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Imagination&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;practical, realistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;dreamer, unrealistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Depth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;lacks curiosity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="33%"&gt;mental explorer&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/big45.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Big 45 Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOCIO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D: Qué les pareció el debate???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114965530292199386?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114965530292199386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114965530292199386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114965530292199386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114965530292199386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/06/los-tests-son-del-diablo.html' title='Los tests son del Diablo'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114844153818381536</id><published>2006-05-23T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:32:18.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>Creo q estar lejos de &lt;a href="http://heldrasil.blogspot.com"&gt;el&lt;/a&gt; me afecta demasiado.&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de llorar viendo "A Walk to Remember"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit is unacceptable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114844153818381536?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114844153818381536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114844153818381536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114844153818381536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114844153818381536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114841427796399963</id><published>2006-05-23T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:57:58.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Noise...</title><content type='html'>Noise. Noise. Noise. De eso se trata la entrada del dia de hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Este género musical encuentra sus raices en el industrial y en los primeros experimentos que hicieron los futuristas con el... ruido. Se le considera a Iannis Xennakis el abuelo de Noise y también del industrial. Algunos dicen q el Noise es solo Industrial evolucionado pero no estoy de acuerdo. Tienen propósitos y visiones diferentes. El Industrial surge como una denuncia a todo, a los estándares... algo asi como el movimiento Dada lo fue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el punto de hoy no es el Industrial, de eso hablaremos en otra entrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente el noise es eso, ruido. Ruido que llega a ser música en los oidos de los mas exigentes, por alguna extraña razón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es de verdad una maravilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendrán que disculpar mi mala redacción, pero todo esto lo hago muy emocionada porque por fin encontré links que puedo postear aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Es difícil para mi subir musica aqui porque tengo una conexion de 56kbps, y si subiera rolas de Merzbow o de Ungeromimizu tardaria como 4 horas... apesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de proseguir a brindarles estos cachitos de cielo, cabe decir que los Japoneses se han destacado en el campo del Noise. Masami Akita, también conocido como Merzbow (tomado de la famosa pintura de Kurt Schwitters llamada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Merzbau&lt;/span&gt;) es uno de los padres del Noise. Mi disco favorito es Music For Bondage Performance, pero esa es solo mi opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Otros nombres que caben resaltar son The Gerogerigegege con su &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother Fellatio&lt;/span&gt;, Masonna y Whitehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incluso hay gente q dice q Xiu Xiu es noise. Pero a mi no me parece. Tiene muchas influencias de ahi, eso es claro. Pero mas que noise... es antipop. Si, un Antipop perfecto. Viva Jamie Stewart y su genialidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si son capaces de encontrar felicidad en estas experimentaciones, seré muy feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xtr.com/merzbox/mp3/minuszero.mp3"&gt;Merzbow - Minus Zero - Red Magnesia Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xtr.com/merzbox/mp3/tapedada.mp3"&gt;Merzbow - Tape Dada - Rembrandt Assemblage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.melektha.free.fr/download.php?track=6"&gt;Melek-Tha - Virus Maximus&lt;br /&gt;- 47Ashes Edit Version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moshe.sdf1.org/You_Dont_Have_To_Say_P.mp3"&gt;Whitehouse - You Don't Have To Say Please&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://both-kinds.com/audio/Gerogerigegege/Gerogerigegege_-_White_Christmas_White_Sperm.mp3"&gt;The Gerogerigegege - White Christmas, White Sperm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite noise, but very close to it and just as disturbing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://electricdog.tv/muziq/2005/mixes/disintegration/ice/17_Xiu%20Xiu%20-%20Little%20Panda%20McElroy%20(b).mp3"&gt;Xiu Xiu - Little Panda McElroy (b)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La de arriba es de mis bandas favoritas. Los amo los amo los amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si desean saber mas, contactenme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114841427796399963?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114841427796399963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114841427796399963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114841427796399963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114841427796399963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-my-noise.html' title='I love my Noise...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114781606367187310</id><published>2006-05-16T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:47:43.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?!?!? OHHHH GOD WHHHYYY?!?!?!??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanda Palmer es vieja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One thing I can not get used to over here is the utter lack of male gaze. Emily says she loves it, but she's probably a far greater general victim due to the fact that her tits are twice the size of mine. Italy is pretty bad, there I often feel like a piece of meat walking down the street, winked at, sized up, clucked at and generally drooled over even when I am thoroughly unwashed and look like shit, just because I have a vagina. Here, if a gaze happens to fall on you, it doesn't rest, and it certainly doesn't ever return for a double take. I find it disconcerting. I'm used to the attention. Its like: wait, what the fuck? Why aren't you staring? I washed my hair, I made an effort, asshole!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque?!?!!? Porque Dios, dime porque?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chale, que puta decepción...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aún asi amo a The Dresden Dolls... chale pero Amanda es vieja... *tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114781606367187310?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114781606367187310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114781606367187310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114781606367187310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114781606367187310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-ohhhh-god-whhhyyy.html' title='WHY?!?!? OHHHH GOD WHHHYYY?!?!?!??!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114773613919315469</id><published>2006-05-15T18:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:45:22.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eññpycnbfjhnfhrfuh$·$%&amp;$/@·&amp;&amp;)&amp;"1ç!!!!dbfkjdñgkaf!!!GAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You saw nothing here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114773613919315469?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114773613919315469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114773613919315469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114773613919315469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114773613919315469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/05/epycnbfjhnfhrfuh1dbfkjdgkafgaaaaaggghh_15.html' title='eññpycnbfjhnfhrfuh$·$%&amp;$/@·&amp;&amp;)&amp;&quot;1ç!!!!dbfkjdñgkaf!!!GAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114722075532786639</id><published>2006-05-09T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:00:53.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm half Jill.... and Half Jack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thT_orCiW-E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tómenlo como quieran... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114722075532786639?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114722075532786639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114722075532786639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114722075532786639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114722075532786639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-half-jill-and-half-jack.html' title='I&apos;m half Jill.... and Half Jack...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114623401705377985</id><published>2006-04-28T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:11:42.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>?!</title><content type='html'>He llegado a la conclusion de q &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.highersoul.com.mx/foro/"&gt;los fans de Depeche Mode son unos tetos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prestenle atencion a ese wey q se dice llamar Israel... No mames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reznor-is-god.deviantart.com"&gt;Y me decian a mi clavada con NIN...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114623401705377985?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114623401705377985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114623401705377985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114623401705377985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114623401705377985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='?!'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19572311.post-114556828283533246</id><published>2006-04-20T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:51:27.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence leech, and say your poison. Silence leech, and stay out of my way...</title><content type='html'>De vez en cuando, salen producciones discográficas que te hacen cuestionarte tu concepto de música. Me pasó la primera vez que escuché The Fragile, de Nine Inch Nails. Me pasó con el 20&lt;br /&gt;Jazz Funk Greats de Throbbing Gristle, y con el Last Rights de Skinny Puppy. Me pasó la primera vez que escuché a Mogwai. Me pasó la primera vez que escuche a Merzb&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/1600/Tool_10000Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/320/Tool_10000Days.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ow, y mis primeros encuentros con el noise japonés. E indudablemente, me pasó la primera vez que escuché a Tool.&lt;br /&gt;La genialidad no es proporcional a la virtuosidad. Tool es claro ejemplo. Por eso me gusta tanto. Keenan y compañia no son virtuosos de ninguna manera. Y es que su genialidad va mas allá de todo eso. Melodías profundas, inestables. Tool es poesía convertida a notas musicales.&lt;br /&gt;Después de 5 años de no sacar absolutamente nada (se nota que Reznor y Maynard son amigos), llega a nuestros oidos la mas reciente producción de &lt;strong&gt;LA BANDA&lt;/strong&gt; por excelencia, &lt;strong&gt;10,000 Days&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si soy honesta, en cuanto tuve el leak en mi poder, iba a correr a reseñarlo aqui. Pero lo pensé mejor y decidì escucharlo unas cuantas veces mas para poder formarme un juicio solido.&lt;br /&gt;Y es que este album es una maravilla!&lt;br /&gt;La primer canción &lt;strong&gt;Vicarious&lt;/strong&gt;, es el sencillo que ya está en rotación en esa porquería llamada &lt;em&gt;Reactor 105&lt;/em&gt;. Es claramente un sencillo, una ojeada a lo que es el disco en su conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;Canciones de mas de 6 minutos, riffs caracteristicos de Tool y la voz extremadamente versatil de Maynard nos deja con esa sensación de estar flotando en un universo incierto. La manera en que las cancio&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/1600/toolvicarious2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/320/toolvicarious2.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nes interactuan una con la otra. Como cada uno de los instrumentos llenan su niche en cada canción con una armonía sorprendete. Esto es perfección imperfecta.&lt;br /&gt;Y es que que mas se puede esperar de Tool, mas que genialidad?&lt;br /&gt;Esta banda es la reencarnación de lo que la música debe de ser. Son progresivos, pero sin la pedantería que caracteriza a la mayoría de los grupos progresivos. Son virtuosos sin virtuosos sin virtuosidad. Solo tienes que escuchar la voz de Maynard en &lt;strong&gt;The Pot&lt;/strong&gt; para darte cuenta que es uno de los mas grandes vocalistas del siglo XX, mientras que Jones, heredero directo de Daniel Ash, sigue haciendo lo que mejor le sale: deshacernos la cara con cada nota q sale de sus cuerdas . Estos cabrones no tiene madre.&lt;br /&gt;La manera en que la música te transporta a través de todas éstas emociones que el disco guarda es fluida, sin obstaculos. Muchos no estarán de acuerdo y dirán que &lt;strong&gt;Lipan Conju&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/1600/toolvicarious1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6355/1939/320/toolvicarious1.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ring&lt;/strong&gt; es un track que nada tenia que hacer ahi, pero yo no lo veo asi. &lt;strong&gt;Conjuring &lt;/strong&gt;es un puente entre &lt;strong&gt;The Pot&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;Lost Keys&lt;/strong&gt;, de otra manera la continuidad no hubiera sido lo mismo. El track sirve para bajar la intensidad del disco, y poderla subir con la siguiente canción.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que contrataron a Bob Ezrin para que armara el disco. La fluidez de la continuidad es perfecta. Y para los fans fans: analizen y disecten &lt;strong&gt;Intension&lt;/strong&gt;. Encontraran algo excesivamente cagado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que no es mejor que &lt;strong&gt;Lateralus&lt;/strong&gt;, el disco se siente como una continuación mas relajada, mas laxa. Pero no por eso menos brillante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que, que es música para ti? Que es música para mi? Que es música para Keenan? Tool nos vuelve a demostrar que si se puede ser popular y hacer música &lt;em&gt;de arte&lt;/em&gt;, por así decirlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tool nos vuelve a obligar cuestionarnos si somos lo suficientemente exigentes con lo que entra a nuestros oídos. Y nos escupe en la cara que la espera de 5 años si valió la pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tool just keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/files3.php?fid=9455958"&gt;Tool - Vicarious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imagenes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theninhotline.net/toolnews/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Tool Hotline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EDIT: Muchos fans en los foros de Tool están diciendo q el leak es un album falso. No se que creer. Tool ha jugado muchas veces con nuestra mente. Pero si en realidad este disco es falso, creo q me dará un aneurisma... dos discos de Tool en un año?!??!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.echoingthesound.org/phpbbx/viewtopic.php?t=17044&amp;start=40&amp;amp;postdays=0&amp;postorder=asc&amp;amp;highlight="&gt;si quieren mas info lean este thread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19572311-114556828283533246?l=tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/feeds/114556828283533246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19572311&amp;postID=114556828283533246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114556828283533246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19572311/posts/default/114556828283533246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristantzaravsantoninartaud.blogspot.com/2006/04/silence-leech-and-say-your-poison.html' title='Silence leech, and say your poison. Silence leech, and stay out of my way...'/><author><name>Bloodplayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01698014657347144227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v339/reznor_is_god/dadaphone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
