Tuesday, June 30, 2009

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Rounding
my series of des-chained through, someone has used my credit card in Argentina to buy the biggest cake in a bakery should have, and say the bigger they should have, because have spent 216 pesos, about 42 € on it and not have thanked me! So di news I went to my bank and put a complaint to the UCLA Police. The two very young (ISIM, ISIM) police officers who attended to me made me many questions and took it so seriously that they will investigate what happened when I left my wallet at John Wooden Center or, as I have been calling me at this blog, UCLA gym.

On May 18 I left my wallet in a step class, I returned the next day for her and I returned without the money he had in cash which, incidentally, were the last $ 50 I had for the month and Hence began my decrepit situation. Oddly enough the next day another woman he knew by sight told me knew who had returned the wallet and asked him please tell me who was to know what had happened. I talked to this person, who was a student at UCLA Asian girl about 20 years old and it seemed so sweet that I got to the conclusion that she could not have been, so I went to talk to the boss that I had returned the wallet to ask you How could it be that if the person did not touch the money back when I gave it to me it was gone? And this woman, who was unable to look at me, told me that the portfolio was all day in his office and that they only opened it to see if I could identify. I did not believe, but I thanked him and left.
appears that the police did you think that the two facts: I left the wallet and someone used my credit card number, could be related, and they told me they will investigate. So no, we will see how effective the police of Los Angeles.
But what I got was a copy of the complaint, apparently works differently here than in Spain, here you only give a reference, if you want a duplicate takes 10 days and costs about $ 20

Monday, June 29, 2009

Pir Motion Detector Circuit Diagrams

The White Man

My parents
I've always been told that they met "through an Indian pipe, so I imagined a young girl Indian pipes in detail (for the relevance they had for my family history). I was imagining huge pieces of wood carvings, feathers, colorful fabrics and, of course, mirrors, because otherwise the story I told my parents did not make sense. I imagined the Indian sitting in the center pipe smoking and fooling my parents through the mirrors and smoke away.

But thanks to a documentary on the history of the Native American Indians have discovered that the pipes of the Indians are not so different from those of the stoners from all over the world. Unfortunately I have to admit that was not the only thing I found watching the documentary.

Pura casualidad que este fin de semana también tenía que leerme una etnografía de finales de los 70 sobre los Apaches de una Reserva del Oeste: PORTRAITS OF “THE WHITEMAN” KEITH H. BASSO
El libro trata sobre las bromas que los Indios de esta reserva hacen sobre “el hombre blanco” y a través de las cuales el autor analiza cómo los Indios Nativos Americanos ven a los Anglo-Americanos y cómo rechazan buena parte de lo que son sus costumbres a la hora de relacionarse. (Una mezcla de “ Sin noticias de Gurb ” y “ Stuff White People Like ”). Hasta el momento, al menos yo, tenía muchos ejemplos sobre bromas que los americanos hacen sobre los Indios, pero no al contrario y no sabía que me perdía la mejor parte.

Se ríen de todo: desde la rapidez con que “el hombre blanco” llama amigo a un casi desconocido (un ejemplo, un, dos, tres, responda otra vez: Facebook) hasta del empeño del hombre blando por gritar e insultar a las máquinas cuando estas no funcionan como esperaban. A mitad del libro no podía parar de reírme con cosas como esta (conversación en la que un Apache está contando como otro Apache imita a un Hippie):

“Él estaba de broma, ya se lo había visto hacer antes un montón de veces. Se puso a hacer que era un Hippie, se puso a mop on his head and began to walk around where I sat, staring at me. Without saying a word. Suddenly started telling me 'you Native American, Male, first citizen! Uaaau, Uaaau! ' and kept saying 'Uaaau!' and just then I began to ask for money, 'Give me a dollar, fifty cents, ten cents. You my brother, you are my brother 'and everyone started laughing. Becoming the Hippie says: 'You are my brother! " He says that just because he wants money, that's all. Some white men still believe that Indians are idiots . But

no doubt that the palm has been the acid has been criticism: "How you doing?" "How you doing?" something that comes up over and over in his imitations which incidentally was the style of Muchachada Nui . Each time you start imitating the white man saying, "How you doing my friend?" Because it never quite understand why a person who barely knows you and cares not a damn asks you how are you? Or how you doing? Something that would question any European when it comes to the U.S.. There are three types of people you ask this question: in shops, ie people who have not seen or are you going back to see and you have to answer "I'm doing Great!" People who know you and view you really have to answer something more elaborate than a "Great" and, finally, people who have sense I ask you, your friends, family, co-gigs, etc..

And it's funny because it is by no means the only criticism that I believe the Native American Indians and foreigners in U.S. agree. I'd be surprised how far we seem more like an Apache in the way of relating to an American. 14:30

Thursday, June 25, 2009

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was working in my room when my roommate, Tanja, has stopped at the door was on the phone and he was telling the person you spoke: "Wait I'm going to ask George" and then asked me: "Michael Jackson has died?" and I jumped from the chair: "impossible , no, no, are you kidding "and I got up, I went to put the TV room while she told me:" Well the rumor is running. " I put the telly and searched for a chain with news and when I found were aerial images UCLA Medical Center is at the entrance to the university, while a reporter was saying that Michael Jackson had died of a stroke heart in his house Los Angeles.
was watching people at the gates of this hospital on NBC and I could not help thinking that I could not believe, nor what was happening and I was so close to what was happening.
22:30 and the major networks are talking about him and Farrah Fawcett, who also died today. I do not know if I will have occasion to go to Hollywood, it seems people have filled with candles and flowers the stars of both artists and there are a lot of photos circulating on the Internet.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Baby Has Dry Cough No Fever

Brentwood


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have returned to begin classes at UCLA summer sessions. I have only one course already (and much work to do) the course is called: Language and Identity. UCLA

says goodbye with a kick in the ass, I went to apply for a travel card, which makes cheaper bus journeys, and they said that if a student at UCLA (that is, unless she paid the $ 28,000 annual cost to me to be a student at the University of California) because he was not entitled to that service. After an hour waiting for this, I played all my tricks and told the girl he had been using all year without problems university card to travel on the bus at $ 0.25 and let me know that I should not have allowed that (I said good, smiling) and I went to the gym to discover that I was also just the sports center bargain because it would have to pay the entire summer term if he wanted to go (about 80 $) and, of course, I have no money.
The good news is that I also discovered that I had to empty my locker before July 10 or else stay with my stuff! What aggression. I took account of what I have to spend on bus for 6 weeks of the course and I realized that I only have money for food and transportation: (

As for sports I decided to go for a walk by neighborhood, which leaves me free. Where are those days I went to the Santa Monica promenade running? If I'm honest and I was fed up because the sea here is not like the sea in Spain and my neighborhood I had very little explored.

I've been walking by the "precious" Brentwood, I decided to go north and reach all the way up the mountains deluded me! At first I was excited because I could see the Getty Center and looked set to arrive within half an hour, I started to climb, climb, climb, climb, and the streets became increasingly narrow and steep.

Before going I have to explain here the streets lack sidewalks so walking down the road, nor have LIGHTING night. The road is not defined either by scratches or anything and is usually quite cumbersome. This district has no common area parks, squares, wide streets. Mainly because all that space you have it indoors. There is nothing more stores in San Vicente at Sunset Boulevard and in another couple of main streets. The bars do not exist! Yes there are franchises or Peet's Coffee Sturbucks, but only on major streets. The houses are HUGE, the largest chalets Madrid: Parque Conde Orgaz, The Moral, the closest thing I can think of. Within farms tend to have more vegetation than the Botanical Gardens, so from the street looks like you're walking through the jungle.

was walking down a street called Firth in principle with helmets because total was carefree day in this neighborhood, as I always say: "Nothing ever happens" (of which I am pleased, eh!) And when I wanted to realize the road was really narrow and I got not a ray of sunshine for trees and other vegetation covering the sky! I removed the helmet because I thought that if a car came at least hear him and just then I realized that among the branches of the trees were ... surveillance cameras! I followed to the end of the street and surprise, the road ends in other private property giant. So I turned back.

Another thing I have not explained about Los Angeles is that the more toward the north-west towards the ocean, most Republicans are. In my neighborhood many of the houses look the American flag and usually only put those who are Republicans. Also the further north and further west, the bigger and more houses are armored.

In these streets that do not cross more than three souls in 2 hours of kicking, two of these three souls are from South America because there are at least two workers at home (if they are doing works, if works are also the workers) and are all of South American origin. Beautifull
Brentwood!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Perennialism Of Education

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

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Penniless ...



To make a summary of my financial situation: without a drive, led to the U.S., without a penny. In reality, the balance would be 00, but negative because I have about 1400 € divided into good hearts who have given me money and the bank.

and the thing I was before May 30, but that day ENFE finished (and yes, I just invented a verb). On May 30, Lola and I went to our Yoga class in an attempt to make 41 consecutive days of Yoga of the beast, they do here. We were on day 6 I think we were in a parking on the street 2 in Santa Monica, we were talking, I was driving. I was a little car left, a wall of the parking, tried to rectify braking on dry and still do not know how my slipper remained hooked to the throttle and stepped on in-depth the car hit the wall and since then only think about it I lose sleep because if he did not make ends meet (or half of the month, what the hell) since the coup resulted in money is a nightmare.

To improve the situation somewhat the past weekend was dedicated to doing favors for some friends of the studies in exchange for pasta, commonly call work, but I'm going to keep calling so. Other: plaster paintings, organizing bands and pose for a drawing class. I loved everything and enjoyed as a dwarf, for me it would all weekend until I left.

I never thought I'd say this, but I love to have a bola del futuro aunque sólo fuera para saber si el mes que viene voy a tener que seguir mirando los cupones de descuento de Vons y las ofertas de Ralphs o voy a poder respirar mínimamente.

Friday, June 12, 2009

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The new Dean of Social Sciences in Yosemite

Hace un par de semanas el laboratorio de los miércoles empezó más tarde y con copa de champán, yo no sabía por qué, pero me he enterado: Alessandro Duranti ha sido elegido DEAN de la división de Ciencias Sociales de la universidad.

Foto:MICHAEL CHEN/Daily Bruin Senior Staff

Por la foto y por el título de la noticia: A new Dean in the College, “Dean” me sonaba más a James Dean que a Decano, it sounds infinitely more boring, but it is that he will count it to make you change your mind.
In an interview for the Daily Bruin, among other things, asked about his leadership style and he responds with another question, what Spain would say that it is from Galicia, just saying: "I think as a leader, my style is to speak with people and listen to them. Then I emerged with a plan. I prefer to reach a consensus issue. " This is what makes each Wednesday at the Speech Laboratory. Since I'm here, listening to the work being done by students, asked a question (in my case was, among others: what will it say about human nature?) And then returns the answer that the person has sought to shape and projects into the future of research, so you leave there wanting to take on the world.
not say one single lie in the interview, not a single promise of what it will be like Dean that is not based on how it is and as director of the department, he wants to discuss and think together teachers and students from different departments of Science Social (it is already doing).
And I think what I liked and what has led me to have this here, was this: "says it should encourage university professors to conduct research that attracts the attention not only of colleagues but students and citizens. "
For those who do not dedicate yourselves to research in Spain, students have very limited freedom when you decide to get into research. It is not my case, I am very lucky, but my situation is not the most common.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

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If there is a memorable day in the trip we made in April and I left half, is the day we arrived in Yosemite, instead of telling me for the first time I let someone tell me.
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all goes back to a night in which 3 girls were in a convertible covers a good portion of California, Nevada and Utah ... Well, these 3 girls (not so young anymore) were Gema, Sage and me. We had half and decided to travel and camp in Yosemite. The fact is that we had fun along the way and it was dark when we passed a cool town, with great atmosphere and we felt like staying there, but we said we had to camp, so we continue ... people no longer see any more and after 22:00 we arrived at Yosemite. We

a campsite and the first to find told us it was just to get a booking and bla bla bla. Then we saw a sign for camping by a road coming down. I put in a situation, Yosemite National Park is an enormous, and those hours and not see any car or anybody, no lights nothing.

We went down that road (dwarf, full of curves, in the middle of a forest with tall trees and no lights) and arrived at what was the campsite, we passed a control booth where no one was there and go down, then we saw people, I saw 4, including a 5. The fact is that we approach with the long put these rates did not move, they were like looking at a poster that was at the entrance and did not move anything. Plan were dressed in jeans, and jackets and a mountain wearing a scarecrow plan stick, so when he did not think they were moving statues of those who put the Yankees welcome plan. I think we were one minute long shining without moving and Suddenly it seemed that one face is moving. Gemma affright and said No way he stayed there, so he started to backtrack like crazy and I told Sage to calm down, it would be the wind that moved them ... So George started to turn around and the rates started moving and coming toward us, and I promise I walked like zombies, and the bat was really scary.

So we stepped back more than 40 miles until we reached the only people we saw that it was so cool and it was cool not much, because everything was closed and no people, and the first hostel we went to ask was a statue bear almost kill us with fright. To make matters worse we are not attending at the end a woman opened and offered us a room, the hostel was full of antique clocks that did not stop ringing (if I see a stuffed bird I die). In the end, about 3 Panfila we got together in bed to watch a silly movie.

The next day we went through this camp and did not see anyone ... still seems strange that we did not move for so long, because if you shine your car with you long ago some gesture, even dazzling.
the end not even a day camp.
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And the response of the friend who sent it ...
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GOD!
I LOVE IT! Yosemite

say, this is not the place where geeks will love climbing to their god Dan Osman?

I will rescue your own phrases worthy of comment. Here's the first: "We went down that road (dwarf, full of curves, in the middle of a forest with tall trees and no lights)" It seems that we learn nothing of horror movies, eh? I only think of two better places to go camping: the abandoned mental hospital and abandoned amusement park. Let's keep

dissection: "The fact is that we approach with the long put" Que pasa? It was cold?. If you know, is not a good joke but I made a lot of grace.

Another good, "so to see did not move we thought they were statues of those who put the Yankees in the plan of welcome. "Statues welcome ... a very American habit ... just have to see the aunt that the torch they have in new york.

Another: "The fact is that we approach with the long put" It was still cold? Sorry, I'm very stupid ... Let :"...
statue of a bear that almost killed us in shock. "See that no remember the Yankee habit of having statues of welcome.

One more: "The hostel was full of antique clocks that did not stop ringing," This really is chilling to finish. Tic Tac, the zombies are coming for you, Tic Tac.

And the end is worthy of film. In short, a great story.