Monday, April 25, 2011

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Cinderella for months ... In shoes Black














"I can not stop thinking about the twists of life , I figured there, a cold to die without shoes because a giant wave had covered me when I was posing for a photo, siiiiiii, I was the laughing stock of tourist as walking beach this weekend, to photos I took, cuek. Well, the thing is I could not walk without shoes and I had not taken more pairs of Santiago, all thought, "when you go to the beach, going to Hippo." So very bad thing I thought, until a guy came and gave me some old shoes, which had discharged as unaccountable in their regular games of tennis. Before my 38, 42 boats are wonderful dancing in my foot, but can not help but feel two things, first a vintage love almost as worn by yet cute slippers and second how amazing it was my first time in my life to be at the feet of my sponsor, a senior colonel in the army of Chile retired a few years ago. That act more shocking to me, never a soldier has been my cup of tea, let alone ever thought myself in their shoes, but which act as walking sicomágico could feel even more so today that was really powerful being. His spirit, the once-powerful and omnipotent today seemed spent as much or more shoes, almost as abandoned to their fate as that pair of adidas ... so vulnerable, so forgotten and busy at times like these, because they like he no longer even a shadow of what it was ... for the first time I felt a connection, his whole life passed before my feet and I was not afraid. A very strange feeling came over me, but I could also see him in the eye and say very seriously, "thank you very much" once dried my shoes. Today I appreciate the opportunity that sometimes gives you life, for just a few minutes yourself in the shoes of another, because sometimes the only way we can connect with the real side of the people around us. "

Patricia Galleguillos - @ Guapita7 - Publicist

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"Black as ever fantasize, contact with my skin was perfect, not tight or was loose, the perfect size, perfect texture, all my fantasies made real with the black ... yes they make you feel special!, of course there is a difference!, I feel more confident, more happy, my smile betrays enjoyment, the sensation of floating fills me, the arching of the back and the twinkle in his eye ... Yes, my first pair of stilettos. "

Matt Castillo - Our writer mysterious

Monday, April 11, 2011

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Friday, April 8, 2011

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Moorish expulsion of the Moors

Manuel Reyes Mate


Manuel Reyes Mate
philosopher and researcher at the Consejo Superior Scientific Research (CSIC)


Chapter 8 of Don Quixote tells how the knight liberator of captive ladies to a duel challenge Biscay, taken by jealous jailer. Suddenly, the narrator interrupts the story because it is over the text he is serving as an "inspiration." Then we realize that the story of the gentleman is not an invention of the author, but a copy or translation of an existing text. As the narrator does not want to leave us in suspense, is going to Toledo in search of old papers in case it with one that follows the story. There he finds one, in Arabic, which tells how the fight ends. Its author is Hamete Cide, name un-Christian.

Cervantes's gesture is highly significant. When he writes that First Party, 40 years ago when Philip II commanded to destroy the books in Arabic and has been forbidden to speak gibberish and use their costumes and rituals. At the precise moment that incubated the expulsion of the Moors, he puts the proscribed language as the inspiration of the text that follows the adventures of the celebrated gentleman. With this act was not intended to restore the culture that had disappeared, but undermine the hegemonic discourse of traditionalism and place as a hallmark of the contemporary memory of the forgotten.

In 1609, Felipe III decreed the expulsion of the Moors. With it, Spain is determined to erase from his memory a historical era in which Arab-Muslim as part of its geography and because of this, of Europe.

Viewing television images of fanatics shouting in Arabic or reading the clichés about the Muslim fundamentalism unrepentant, We have to be incomprehensible Moorish world prestige that pays Cervantes memory. We say that thanks to the Arab translators of Toledo and Naples, West recovered the Greek culture. Is inaccurate, because these translators also interpreted, and what Europe learned was not what Aristotle said, but how we understand the Avicenna, Averroes or the Persian al-Farabi. "The philosopher par excellence, Paris XI and XII century," says the historian Alain de Libera-were Arabs, not the Greeks. " To be modern was to be Averroist. It was they who raised the need to distinguish between faith and reason, a distinction on which could be built then illustrated and secular modernity.

The memory of the expulsion of the Moors for 400 years should give rise, on the one hand, a political reflection on our collective identity built on exclusion, in this case, the absence something that was so characteristic as Moorish and, secondly, to review the clichés about Islam that has made West.

As regards the political debate, the German sociologist Helmut Dubiel notes a shift in the approach of collective identities. Is occurring, says, "gradual rejection of triumphalist reading of national history." By knowing what the history is the negation of the other, put in solfa national pride, that is, the satisfaction of belonging to a story with many heroes, martyrs, flags and anthems. Then appears a new political, sensitive to a history built violence based on exclusion. "They are rather, he says, the guilt shared in common throughout their history they have created human beings in an existential sense of belonging, as determined by repressed guilt." What that means is that the secret of the common bond would not be in the blood, or on earth or in the language, or religion, or heroic deeds, but in the silent complicity. It is, of course, the case of modern Germany and that could be an example to follow. The theoretical challenge to nationalism is evident.

The revision of stereotypes that make up our cultural imagination of "moro" requires discarding all these discourses that associate Muslim fundamentalism and Arabic medieval or inability to science. It has already been noted how the seed of an autonomous and secular conception of the world put Averroism. An example of the distortion that the Christian West has made the Muslim world gives us the fate of Albert of Cologne. This scholar, teacher of Thomas Aquinas, who recently wanted to know "what Latinos hold", ie Christian teachers, was actually a scientist Arabs. In the early twentieth century, the Church made a saint, St. Albert the Great, to have a patron saint scientists. The Arab scientist happened to be the pattern of modern science, as Max Weber, are matters of European genius ("Protestant and Germanic"). History disavows.

For their blunders and our prejudices are pushing the Arab-Islamic world to the corner of fundamentalism. The memory of the fourth anniversary of the expulsion of the Moors could be the opportunity to acknowledge what we owe and draw up a record of what we have lost that tragic decision. There is no reason for celebration, but for the memory.



Thursday, April 7, 2011

Peeing A Lot Pain In Stomach

My Adidas Rod ... Christmas memories of a year ....


" It was more than Christmas Eve was actually ... one day December 24 at 15:00 hrs. approximately when it was my old work all happy and euphoric ... "Honey, let's go!" I remember we took the classic Canal San Carlos and went to the Persian of Central Station.
When we got off the Persian was full, everyone buying gifts Late Christmas and taken ... Among them was us. My mom then tells me that he had been given a bonus and would be able to buy shoes but with the condition than those cared for will last me throughout the next school year ... We went to one of the premises and remember exactly those shoes ... were a black Adidas angling ... loved them ... it was so much that I liked that lasted me more than my mom expect ... When did the problem sucite arrived home after the ordeal ... as the board reaches monga jeans and shirt you would use to wait for the "old shit" at about 20:00 hrs., I begin to enroll for the annual event and I Chanto the shoes felt very strange ... but with all the excitement I cared little half an hour ... did not know what the hell happened ... my feet hurt more than the shit ... when I cache that both shoes were of the left foot .... All wrong! Again stick to the rally to change the Tiller Station nooooo I wanted to die!! But eventually cache the same anxiety that I had for the sneakers, the partner should have had it sold us the Tiller of the foot, go home with the family. "

Romina Becerra - Designer Costume - @ Rom_Bec

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Age Of Empires One-free Full Version

Cinderella for one night ... but as there is another story, I lost my shoe

I wanted to write about the time we entered the house with shoes in hand and we love to fall asleep from exhaustion and pleasure, thinking it would be better than ever more, but he was rich, and at the end I jumped out the window to run from the wrath of your wife and I forgot my prized pair of shoes hidden in the drawer and the anger I felt triumphant when she wore the day of your birthday ... "

Matt Castillo - An anonymous girl

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Broken Shoe Mystery Girl

"There are people who adamantly declares that life is unfathomable mysteries that our ability and our knowledge is a speck of dust in front of the cosmos and its great enigmas, however, given my pragmatic nature somewhat hard for me to indulge in this world of blind credulity and ground search for answers in my logic exists for all. But this time, my mom was complaining because my younger sister spent only a shoe without understanding the reason this strange habit, even I was shocked. He had left the year with his shoes black pen, all the girls top used at school and my sister of 11 years at the time, also wanted to apply to that style. To spend a couple of months, the right sole was so worn that the risk that you break it bought another pair, the left shoe on the other hand, was largely intact. "But how you spend one shoe!? I told my mother exasperated. A few months and now the pair of milico Calamorro (as punishment for not taking care of your pen) ran the same fate. My sister looked shaky without a word to the threat some of my mom sent to school in Hawaiian - "shit if you keep breaking a pure shoe" that "haciiiís How?!" - Reply neither she had to consult an accomplice, for he was doing to break twice, the right shoe and the balls of our angry mother.
The following year my sister and left the children, fight stopped playing at recess and it ended with the mystery of the broken shoe. "

Dill Runaway - a being as mysterious as its history

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

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little piece .... JA !!!!!


















"You can understand my relationship with my shoes while not know the nature of my foot. I come from a family of tall people, but for some genetic injustice in the process of my stretch something happened between my knee and my foot, and stayed in five feet and pity ...
But that did not stop some parts of my body grow while maintaining the proportions of a giant ... as my foot reached the age of 12 years, not least number 40, more on that did not stay, for he is flat and plump and some known as "the morcillón" happens to an insane like frodo feet (note that hair if I have not), to which I have no other half I think q hobbit. Well
However, during the '90s (I drop the card) I wanted to celebrate my 15 years, but not so glamorous as seen on MTV, the event was organized with all kinds of fanfare, clothing, rings, caterers etc etc, but When choosing a shoe for long-awaited event, my mother looked with concern the morcillón. We walked on behalf
shop, cobbler, mall ... went all the Apumanque store to store without finding anything that fit the unique contours of my feet, very few plus size and more over the tremendous support between foot strips ... no way!
Like any teenager, the world is ending, but my mother (who knows what you say devil) told me about a place ... And so I do not know and or where it is, the best secret of my mother, instead of shoes for transvestites, "many in the family with corn leg," I said and I was immersed in the best and most diverse world platform heels and shoes AMAZING!!
was there I found the shoes I wanted, black, comfortable and with a touch of bling, and eye! today still use them and watch them fondly, because even though they are made paté, remind me what was my first glimpse of a world gone crazy, shiny and glamorous.
Today, thanks to much chicken, hormone, transgenic, twitter etc, are teenagers with big feet (I was a visionary I sometimes think) and it is not difficult to find shoes in my size, indeed, it is a pleasure in each settlement are the only ones that are left ... but why not cast off those that although they are shredded patent will always shine in my memory. "

Sole Donoso, Makeup Artist - @ SoleDonosomkp

Monday, April 4, 2011

I Want To Take A Rhydon

THE STORY OF MY SHOES PAUL SCHWARZ

" These particular black shoes remind me of two things if they are not filled memories adventure worthy of a novel are my real memories, with little or no fiction. The first takes me to the north of Uruguay, Chuy, it is also curiously southern Brazil. Ugly people as Calama, free zone, buying and selling everything imaginable (and I imagine the unthinkable too), where to buy those shoes "Converse" black (and other green Antonia) in something like ten lucas Chile. I was with other sneakers, a white, destroyed inside and out, so I decided to buy the new couple: Chuy Chui in half or in Brazil, is, as I said, ugly as quartermaster of the Bío-Bío but Unlike the latter and its gruesomeness momiales, very entertaining and full of restaurants, shops of how much China and Latin garbage imaginable. Computer ditto quarter prices, horrible clothes, many cow leather pelotudeces, kiosks selling everything you need to prime a mate, reggaeton music-pop-synt-shit, and this people in its main street has a line drawn on the floor in the center of the road, marking the Brazilian-Uruguayan border. It's very funny how you can be, literally, one foot in one country and another in another. With different currencies, different languages, different cultures, smells, types, codes, traditions. And minefields. Thought in northern Chile and explosives hidden in the sand on the borders with Peru and Bolivia and Argentina. Bombs set by inept milicos forget where they planted to be unable to rescue and never turn them off. The soldiers, reflect, shit in its people and its borders. In the light of Christmas kitsch Chui, darkness of distrust in no man's land between the horrible and ugly Tacna and Arica upstart. What a waste of good parties if it were fifty-fifty Arica Chilean Peruvian (though entitled by decency to Peru).
In Chuy you go there and back without passports or Carnese third world war or controls inexistentes.Uno just going around the planet, for that piece of South America in a free manner. Chuy in the sun and play non-stop rain, taking one step to the other constantly in their dance warm subtropical climate. And people trust in its neighbor. "Black shit" is something I never heard, confirming that it was not a border drawn by Chile at the point of invasion or treated by high mountains that divide even water.
If you can, go and a pair of sneakers conmpren ten lucas, eight without ballot, eat a big steak, a million liters of beer, and see how being in Uruguay, looking at the sidewalk in front, all will be in lineup Portuguese, any real value, especially in another country.
The other story, I just forget. "

photos taken by @ edurock

Sunday, April 3, 2011

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Conference Trevor J. Dadson in Tel Aviv

The Hispanist Trevor J. Dadson

Dates 04/04/2011 (19:30 h)

Place


Instituto Cervantes 7, Shulamit Street
Tel Aviv Israel

The expulsion of the Moors

Conference
The English Hispanist Trevor J. Dadson is a professor of Hispanic Studies at the University of London and vice president of the International Association of English scholars, author of research on the English Golden Age, on contemporary poetry and on the Moors, a nickname given to the Muslims, who like Jews decided to convert to Christianity and remain in Spain under Christian rule. This topic is little discussed in Israel in non-academic and would be an opportunity to provide for the general public.
Participants

Trevor J. Dadson, Professor of Hispanic Studio. Queen Mary College, University of London

organizers

Hebrew University (Jerusalem) / Universitat Yerushalayim

collaborating institutions

Instituto Cervantes (Tel Aviv)

Instituto Cervantes

שולמית 7
תל אביב
Shulamit 7 64371 Tel Aviv 64371

Phone: 03-5279992, 03-5275705
Fax: 03-5299558
centel@cervantes.es