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The Canarian Institute of Statistics awarded € 90,000 to an outside company to perform ... A survey MXL

grueling days after the salary adjustment for civil servants, freezing of pensions and on the verge of labor reform, we are in the Official Gazette of the Canary Islands to these two ads:

Why there is a Canarian Institute of Statistics, if you have to subcontract more than € 90,000, a simple survey?

What is the vital service that makes all the canaries the press office of the Ministry of Economy and Finance, for which you need to hire a private company amounting to more than 145,000 €?

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June 21, 2010

When I started this blog, some time in the first inning and I qualified the "spread." It was not bitter in any style comprehensive expert, connoisseur , of \u200b\u200bany art, gourmet even of any dish. Today, more than two years, still the same, but the thing it does not matter. I mean, that might not be so bad to be dispersed or, if you will, walking out of place.

I love the field, for example, but at the same time, why not?, And certainly with the same intensity, I feel urbanite. A few months ago I have moved destination and date, work in downtown Madrid. Mean center next to Cybele, the great plaza at the confluence of Alcalá, Paseo del Prado, Recoletos ... the main thoroughfares of the city. Probably Cibeles is the most beautiful place in Madrid, and I do not detract too much from the finest in the world. With its famous fountain in the center, its majestic buildings in the corners, the leafy trees of the Army Headquarters ... Looking to the horizon, this hand, looms above the door of Alcalá; to this one, the famous golden dome of Metropolis, where the Gran Vía starts ..

But the square, all is beautiful in its movement of people.

I have discussed here some time I love to contemplate human activity. No crowding, or the crowd or the mass, but the people coming and going each with their own purpose. I go to work at eight but - I will be memo! - I do not mind early and arrive before the Plaza de Cibeles. As I exit the subway, rather than turn to my work, I like to jump-start up Alcalá, without undue haste among the people who get off and go in haste because it is late to sign, including distribution of newspapers, clueless tourists, sonmnolientos bureaucrats, students with a straight face, law enforcement officers ... Soil

up on the sidewalk on the right, the largest, to the parish of San Jose. Cross between a sea of \u200b\u200bpeople, just below the Metropolis building, then the fall and embark on the sidewalk on the left. Anyone from one of the terraces of the great buildings that border the avenue, would notice me in that little ant in the middle of the parade, do not doubt that I would point the finger and say to the side: "Look, look at that fool, who seems to be going in circles. "

But do not think these criticisms affect me, my blogger. Let them say whatever they want.

this explosion I am impressed everyday life today, without going any further, first day of summer 2010. I wish I had words to describe the buzz around, people coming up, the sun begins to set between the domes ... But it happens that I am not a writer. I'm not, as confirmed step along the Círculo de Bellas Artes. I am only a pedestrian who dreamed of writing. Is very different. Sometimes misleading, but it is different. Alcalá

down, almost back to Cybele, I think that literature can still, despite everything, to allow one last miracle, even to mere bystanders scribbling paper. Thanks to her, one can stop it in time. Standing on this beautiful day, full of activity, in which life-ya know it's not modern what I mean, is shown as is, so beautiful it hurts. Be anchored as the reality, tomorrow, will continue running forward.

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This concludes this journey, friends, bloggers. Infinite thanks, of course, who have accompanied me some distance, however small it was. I think a few days more than others, but we had some good times. I will continue hanging around your blogs and probably soon return to begin a new trek. Maybe too much confidence to ask that you go from time to time around here, if I had started a new project ...

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SOMETIMES, I was astonished

June 17, 2010 Just yesterday I

commented my daughter, aged six, if you're writing, for example, and want some of what you write, you have to put "in transparensis." At first I was shocked, thinking whether it would be a new educational method, something related to the Bologna Process, until finally, several minutes later I realized that meant "brackets."

"Yes, daughter, yes, yes. You already know how I answered proudly.

As I watched the match on television in Spain from Switzerland and issued angry and insults me because our extreme right is not hanging While not a ball, her, my hand, carefully cut out colored cards and asked me to borrow the stapler because it would make a notebook in which to put their stickers. "What I have been all right?" He asked after a long period of work. "Phenomenal," I replied mechanically, after a cursory glance. And then towards the screen, yelled: "But the central and, damn it!".

At night I remembered that when I was a kid, I also liked cards and papers together with staples, wire, even with paper cello. It was so small notebooks, I put my name in the first cardboard and I imagined that they were books written by me.

few weeks ago - when the weather was good! - I went with my little family to the Park Association. Now called the Joint City Deportivo Puerta de Hierro, or something, but when my parents took me to me that name was reminiscent of Franco, "Park Association." The pool remains the same, facilities, although renovated, I believe they are still in the same place, and I swear that the trees under which you can sit and eat were the same as in my time.

I was watching my daughter fought with her mother because she did not want him to take more creams, how to throw in what she thought a bomb wonderful, how she challenged herself to reach the ladder diving, how to put in front of the jet of water leaving the pool and was surprised that there were more people there, So what's hot. Then he went and lay in the sun on the tiles, because it is much better than in the towel, and, shivering in spite of everything, looked under the arm the silhouette of the mountain of El Pardo, this sure has not changed anything one century to another. I walked over and said, "What do you fancy a polo orange?". "Yes!" He cried, and I'm staring in awe, amazed that her father had read my mind.

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ME SPRING RAINS IN CHINESE SPEAKING

June 15, 2010

This weekend it rained, but otherwise. I was in town and not the same walking quickly, wrapped in his coat, as in the winter evenings, the steam forming a dense cloud in front of you, who take the field for a walk barely clears. While still dripping from the eaves and the treetops.

It's spring, almost summer, night after ten, and the air is fresh and renewed. Everything smells so fragrant and the road ahead of you, a snail slides vigorously. A spiral or, worse, a slug, black as polished and repugnant, the ugliest animal of all creation. Beneath your feet, the sound of the wet earth: crass, crass, crass ... or better: crunch, crunch, crunch ... well, it's hard to describe.

already start chirping birds and the landscape is green, shiny, warm. The situation calls to lie in a meadow or sit on a rock contemplating nature delighting in it, but it happens that is all wet and if you like it you like, sits on a ridge willing to ecstasy, eventually stain pants and then scold him at home:

-How Come, all wet ass. How to grab a pneumonia, what was I thinking? Come on, going on inside and change your.

So, friend, blogger, you know, if you leave the field after a spring rain extasiarte, you better bring a placemat to put it under the buttocks. Unless you want, of course, standing extasiarte. But I would not recommend.

At night it rains again and by morning, but not dripping, people go to their front door, stares at the sky above all, at which time an ancient question, the original question that man has million considering century. Will it rain or no rain? I'm sure the first sound, there in the cave, jointed Australopithecus was to ask his fellow clan: do you think it will rain tonight?

"I think so, would your partner.
"But I do not think he would say another Australopithecus, a little further.
And this is key, blogger friend, that throughout history there has always been disputes between human beings.

If finally, as I predicted, it rains, you stay at home playing cards. For the evenings that spring rains, the better the tute auctioned. Or the anise. Poker is a night game, the desktop is more muscular. For spring afternoon when it rains, the better are the games that it should be noted, while outside the sounds of falling drops, passes away a car and get the kitchen and the smell of coffee.


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eschatological targeted ads in Gmail - Cagar cement? We talk about constipation?

As you can read in the "About ..." of Gmail , "All major email services include free web advertising, which, in most cases, is irrelevant to those who see it."

In the particular case of Gmail, this advertising shows even in the mail received. It's what they call "targeted ads" that are often related to the content of the message.

As they say:

By offering Gmail users relevant ads and information related to the content of their messages, we intend to offer an enhanced experience with web mail. For example, if you and your friends are planning a vacation, you may as you want to watch news or offers related to travel destination you have in mind.

In the case of a friend, who yesterday sent an email to a GoogleGroup to which I subscribe, I understand that Google not only cared about their Web experience, but also by intestinal transit.

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The four ways to shave

The story begins when Jose, "Lobo" decides to let a full beard, true to his nickname werewolf. At that time, a friend decided to create the Facebook group "if you add 100 people, Jose Legido (LOBO) barbaco shaves !!!!" .

As usual in such cases, the large number of bastards and bitches facebook user @ s, caused that figure was reached quickly, so that Wolf had to keep his promise.


I did not expect the bastards and bitches @ sa joined the cause, was that Wolf would give us a video explaining "Four Ways to Shave" . A jewel of freak!

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June 10, 2010

with Chinese merchants I've always had a say ... strange relationship, or better, can you change? surreal.

Years ago when I started to settle in our country, in the distant days when photos were developed, I lowered my camera to a store that had been riding in front. The first day, I get the photos developed, a china suddenly stood before me and I snapped this terrible sentence: "Albuncalete." I looked at her in surprise, wondering if maybe I was insulting Chinese. I do not know, just saw something in the pictures he had offended his sensibility, so grave, as well as to call it: "Albuncalete." In addition, each time I said it more urgent, even I was afraid I would grab the neck and shake. "Albuncalete", "albuncalete" he kept repeating. And I sincerely alarmed, I finally get down and protect your head with your hands. What a sad loss of life, I considered, in a china shop of photo.

Por suerte, un cliente que había allí, y que sin duda había pasado antes por la misma terrible experiencia, me aclaró que en realidad la china lo que me estaba preguntando es si, como regalo por el revelado de las fotos, prefería un álbum o un carrete.

-Anda, coño -dije yo, todavía tembloroso-. Pues no sé. Un álbum. Ese verde mismo.

Los tiempos y la fotografía digital acabaron con esos pequeños comercios chinos de revelado de fotos, pero en su lugar llegó la invasión de bazares. Ah, los bazares chinos, esos comercios en los que uno puede encontrar de todo, es más, puede encontrar aquellas cosas que prácticamente ya no se venden en ningún establecimiento.

I usually go shopping in these bazaars and in most cases it has played this curious relationship I have with merchants and slanted eyes. A little help to the dependents, in the common case, not know a word of English, which also takes courage to open a business under these conditions. Typically, people move in and put to sift through the shelves looking for what you want, then go to checkout and the clerk just says "a Eulo," "two eulos", "TLE fifty." On occasion, however, that scares me pass into the Chinese bazaars, because then I have nightmares at night and dream that I fall on those big vases, attacking me porcelain dogs, which encircle and suffocate me many objects of unspeakable beauty is in there. So the things I ask the clerk. And I have to make the sign.

My daughter loves to do puzzles and he once went to a Chinese market to buy one because I was told that there were very cheap. "Puzzle?" Chinese asked me with wide eyes. "Yes," I tried to explain the puzzle, "that thing that comes in a box, tiny chip, which is mounted y. ..". "Ah, yes, yes," said Chinese. And he went inside and brought me to a funnel.

hardware in things I thought would be easier to understand. I went to buy a hammer and told the Chinese the door he wanted to "bang, bang", and made the gesture with the hand hammer to drive a nail. I thought that this gesture could be universally understood. "Nail?" I asked the Chinese. "Or a spike, I like it." "Ah, yes, yes, and went inside and brought me a battery pack.

These things only happen to me. He told me the other day my sister who went to buy dried flowers to put in a centerpiece, these flowers that give odor. He looked about the shop but, not finding them, he told the clerk what he wanted. "Flowers ... dry ... so small ... they come in a bag ... they smell good." "Yes, yes, "said the clerk. And he got down a hallway and returned triumphantly with a roll of paper Albal.

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FEEL THAT WORK DEVASTATING Walker

June 7, 2010

I'm reading The Man Who Loved dogs. A devastating novel.

The man who loved dogs appeared last year and is the work of the Cuban author Leonardo Padura. The book chronicles the last years of Soviet leader Leon Trotsky, disgraced by the rise of Stalin and, from different countries what is happening in search of asylum, attending between perplexed and angered the Great Purge that his rival is taking place in the Union Soviet. A Purge terminating the Bolshevik dream and Trotsky that he knows is the final element. In parallel with the gradual fall of the old revolutionary leader, who will finish his journey of exile in Mexico, we see how in Soviet training camps are underway to prepare Ramón Mercader, a soldier taken from the English Civil War and would ultimately be responsible for killing Trotsky an August afternoon in 1940.

The man who loved dogs , although it may seem from this quick summary, there is a novel of adventure, or plot, or action. It is a great novel where, as in the best novels, elucidates issues that can not fail to concern the reader. Questions like why fight, until when, how, and above all, at what price. Transfixed significance, the novel tells of a bygone era, but with so great force and with such vividness that we realize that the questions are not overcome, still beating with us even as we forget them, which are the key condition human.

I said that the man who loved dogs in a book devastating because, suddenly, he broke with all your little dreams and hopes and puts you to your actual height. When one reads what now prevails, these novels, for example, vampires against men wolf, or those crazy search for the Holy Grail, he also thinks, why not?, can become a writer. And if you read the pentameter famous "you call me, love / I grab a taxi, also believes that it can be a poet, and if you read some columns of the" Country Weekly "no doubt that space could provide a thinker and philosopher . And so are encouraged to himself, and people, kindly, pats, and get a few scattered applause and a few awards and is already considered one . Until, suddenly, reading a real novel, a novel seriously, and thus understand what their site.

my friend Jose in March said that in literature there People who think they are flying high and majestic like an eagle when you are actually dragging on the ground. Not to be so graphic and reptile as a metaphor for my friend and come to my particular case, I would say that there are people who think they are experiencing large and luxurious lounges when you are actually walking bent, and tangled webs between a flea market.

Although not yet finished, so I do not care. I can assure Padura's novel is superb and Padura an outstanding writer. Really a writer, deep and serious. Not a banal uncle, who writes and makes jokes and fight through the stories, and that writing something like Man ... would rise again and catch effort from the cradle, and yet it is doubtful that it got.

Anyway, this is what you get. Nor should we be more tantrums. Continue wandering through the flea market, what can we do.

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June 5, 2010 These days

meets in Sitges the Bilderberg Club, a group of influential people in the world both economically and politically and business. Well, I already do tienpo decided that this year would not attend the meeting. For more than insist. I'm tired of all those rolls ... that if the Who's Who, that if the Forbes list ... are only loss of time, so do not count me.

When we were kids, the neighborhood we played our future plans, and all imagined reaching large positions. Arthur, for example, sometimes I find myself in his position reponedor in a supermarket, he aspired to be a scientist, discoverer of a vaccine, Philip, who ended up inheriting his father's drugstore, he dreamed of participating in NASA programs .

None has reached its goal. Ernesto, which was the highest aim and that he wanted to be a dentist, has run a sweeper for the City, and Eloy, whose desire was involved in the workers' struggle and fight for social revolution is currently the CEO, CEO (chief executive officer ) in a multinational.

I, in those dreams youth proclaimed always wanted to be a walker. My greatest desire was to make a living going from here to there, with nothing special to do. My friends looked at me weird, but I did not understand why. I can be a ceporro for pretty things, but I'm no bad walk. Seriously. It is a very rewarding and for which, frankly, I believe that not everyone is eligible. Here, as elsewhere, there are many fans.

I still aspire to be able to work, finally, pedestrian. I've been preparing many years preparing hard, too. My biggest dream, I say now would be able to write in a local newspaper (I do not aspire to high), counting my wanderings on one side and another, describing such a situation I saw this building that I was curious, I found a single word in Street, a peculiar person with whom I met. Telling my walks in the most enjoyable as I can and that people spend about four or five minutes while reading enjoyable.

That was my goal kid, and I refuse to bury forever. So take this entry to launch my application, if any company was looking to fill a post rider. To whom it may concern, my address is ...

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The bizarre web of a municipal delegation of the PP in Tenerife

The municipal People's Party group in the municipality of Candelaria Tenerife offers a compendium of nonsense in the form of web. 1000 and 1 tips on how not to design, concentrating on a single domain.

could list the atrocities that can be found on the site, starting with the bubbly background who have not even removed the watermark "blue" (ie where they have taken out) ... but it is best to see for yourself:

http://www.partidopopulardecandelaria.com/

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the Great Helmsman

June 1, 2010 Cause

much grime these days listen to the debates in Parliament or stop reading the political press. And I do not mean demagogy that abounds in some and in others, nor by the arguments and reasons that often stupid excuse their positions. No, I do not say that. I say this because today, in politics, queen an insulting lack of creativity, and the most trite and predictable topic has taken over the landscape.

many times have we heard these days, the simile that the president of the nation is like the one at the helm of a boat. To some, this is a bad boat with so little guidance that is leading to the cliffs and end up like the Titanic, for others, on the contrary, is leading to steady the ship in the midst of the storm. Have your say everyone what they want, but what is clear is that neither a party or other leave to appeal to this nautical metaphor, and hence difficult to leave.

Someone has tried to launch the image that the president is like the surgeon who will operate and shakes or leave you shaking your hand. But this comparison is so bland and so desaborida that ultimately end up going back to the helm. Come the damn helm and if you do it with a steady pulse or trembling!

To me this is already on predictable, boring. I would like the images are renewed, they had more strength, between Government and Opposition to make a creative effort, for example, lifting the leader of the Opposition to say

"Mr. President. You're like a worker who is making holes in the street with a jackhammer to the siesta. Everyone tells him to stop and sleep because it leaves no one but him any attention. Until it meets a power line and it's not bad to electrocute you, it is well spent, but leaves in the dark the whole neighborhood.

Concern among Socialist ranks. President House says
-call on the Canary Coalition representative.

"Mr. President," says Rep. canary, I see him more as the throwing athlete that is turning on itself to gain momentum, but howsoever it is passed around, loses its direction and launch into drive in the opposite direction, hitting his head to athletes at the time they are ready to exit at the 100 meter dash.

Given these criticisms, the president decides to exercise his turn to reply.

-hawks "Ladies and gentlemen," let me tell you how I see myself. I see myself as the dealer of butane up to fifth with two cylinders and once there the lady said that was wrong and only wants one. Thus, in addition to doubly charged uploaded at all, must come down the stairs with a full tank on his back-bench ovation at the socialist deputies from that party to their feet, how markets work, ladies and gentlemen, concludes speech the president.

With all this, we also go to hell, but at least we will, to the astonishment and admiration of other nations.



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