Monday, August 11, 2008

Do Polyps Move In The Gallbladder

The other side of the mythology (literally)

There are many reasons to believe that the creator gods side, that is, no matter who created and the first species, but those who enjoyed "creating" things from what the first created, they had no Surgical trash to dispose of the remains of what they built. And is that the first surgical trash which is known dating from the era of human civilization, established forever (obviously) some time after the creation primitive-from conception Protogenes creationist any metaphysical system that makes sense.

me explain. The gods demiurges-called secondary or so in the idiosyncratic Greek-had fun creating alien species from which the primary gods were created. Since the beginning of time were made today we would call genetic experiments. And then thousands of deformed and stupid creatures began to populate the earth. Cosmic reasons that everyone ignores, these species disappeared and today can be found only in mythology books.

Let the sample. The mermaid, fantasy species with female torso and head, the tail of a fish. Sirens lived under water and the poor seduced Ulysses in their graves at sea. Here is a picture of one of them.



Another example is the Minotaur, torso and limbs of men, but bull-headed.



The centaur, the horse but quickly as intelligent as man, apparently took the best of the two species, as it retained the human brain and equine members (five!). The dream of every woman stereotypical.



Medusa. A haunting and wicked woman who had to feed mice to their hair follicles. The precursor of the "wet look".



Finally, the Sphinx. An Egyptian mythological creature had the body of lion and human head.



Now. Has anyone wondered what the hell did these divine scumbags with the remains of animals that mauled to create them? The theory is that your server for every beast of those who came to the books of mythology, there is a contrary species formed from the other halves which, for obvious reasons, did not mean a genetic success. This is the Ying-Yang of the creator gods.

I venture to illustrate, with my limited resources, how they had had these animals (if such entities can call them that). Needless to say, the images you see below are merely illustrative. (Did you hear, Maus? Not constitute a proof that extraterrestrial life exists. No, not even print these pictures and shake calling them "hard evidence").

The first half results from the loss of the siren. I presume that quickly died because he dared to walk the earth without having lungs. It will be drowned before completing the first ten steps:



The Taurhómino. Human head in a bull's body. Having no horns, has perished in its first confrontation with a bull search for the love of a cow.



The Anticentauro. Weak as a man, thick as a horse. It is believed that inspired the writer of the famous series "Ed." He could have died of anything, fool.



Antimedusa. A snake with human hair. Perhaps by the hair was tangled in some branches and was autoinmovilizada, ready to die clutches of a predator. If he had lived long enough, have appeared on the show of Australian snake hunter (also hunted crocodiles, but obviously just skipped class when they taught the technique to hunt stingrays).



Finally, Antiesfinge. Here in a baby picture, because I do not think may have reached adulthood if you learned to suck his fingers.



These eyesores could be called "mitoilógicos beings." But it lasted so little that they did not even mention.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Athorization Letter For Community Service Hours

'RE BEING VERY UNGANDHI, MAN!

surveys returned to blog. In this case, a very reflective. And though the term citizen participation in vogue ( in vogue of all ) - was not particularly overwhelming, the votes we've received (I'm using the "royal we") will inevitably lead us to turn the blog into a blog of analytic philosophy.

In part I feel bad about returning to my roots and repeatedly denied, even in the name of this blog. But democracy is democracy, and although I do not believe in it (who vote for that democracy does not work?), Governs us authoritatively (..!).

But before I quit the blog of casual and glamorous start to delve into the next topic ("The notion of 'true sentence' from the perspective of Donald Davidson, a reflection), I write a last entry complaining about what I have fashionable these days to hate: advertising.

Have you ever seen the famous Gandhi bookstore billboards in the streets. Single, yellow marks. Such as:





For God. The hate and hate all the idiots who considered good. All designs are based on the stupid argument offend people to see if that buys me . You have to be stupid to try to sell books (or plants or telephones or shit) insulting people. At most one could get by selling self-help books feel bad for the consumer. Buy me out of anger.

Moreover, the attitude, spirit campaign feeds the idea that having certain cultures gives you the right to be arrogant. Cultivate intellectual arrogance (a concept that should be an oxymoron ).

But worst of all is that the drafted a person who works in an advertising agency. Brother, you're editor (or creative or you have put on your little card), what do you know about literature? Reading comics is not really read ... if the United States, would be saying "Dude!" but as I am in Mexico, I'll just say: "man!" Walter

Sobchack this guy would say: "Your'e beeing very un-Gandhi, man."

Anyway, I have the pleasure of even within the guild of publishers with colored tennis this campaign is increasingly seen as worse. And when it was most talked about, only ran for advertising awards. That is, those awards advertisers only (0.1% of the population) consider important.

If you ever get to this blog, editor of Gandhi, considered this proposal as an option:

Monday, August 4, 2008

Cadillac Cts S Button And Snowflake

GIT!

Now that I have your attention ... Work

advertising makes you stupid.

spend half the day thinking of stupid things to people who think they understand them. And the other half complaining or regodeándote as just thinking. Everyone thinks they give anyone else the impression that they know what they are doing.

big business is to make it look random as planned (ie a bad joke that ends up in an advertising campaign that "answer" to a "strategy" to the "needs" of the client) or that plan is seen as hazardous (ie when "creatives" to "inspire" other ideas and campaigns that are calculated, "accidentally" inconveniently similar to other campaigns).

addition of becoming an idiot, you begin to see stupid videos instead of reading interesting books. Or to read books instead of watching stupid videos interesting. And if that were not enough, You forget how to spell it all day writing to your bosses and your bosses do not like to read. Do not know who Tolstoy. They think that Leibniz is a street one day when walking by Hannover and Leibniz discovered the street, I immediately thought that in Mexico there is also a street name. " And maybe tell a joke.
For advertising
acquire the habit of putting too many quotes, the belief that "good" is what makes you laugh and feel of real cold Kalos bullshit. Also

to be persuaded by false arguments. Or argumentative fallacies. Or word games like this.

And give in to the sword that has seen more ads than you. And his sword is only ad that has seen more than you. And it has new sneakers. Always. And you start to think it's a bad habit to write sentences too short. Or too long. Or many points.

And to begin to be afraid of the exclamation marks!

Anyway. To advertise, make announcements or in the worst case, to make announcements as you know, makes you stupid. Just go to a meeting of advertisers to attest to this. The longer you are there, are idiots. Therefore, while still working on this, the quality of this blog will continue to decrease steadily.

why I dedicate a haikus to my colleagues at work. Well, at least some of them.
(If you do not know what a haiku, den click here ).
(If you do not know who Shakespeare is or how he thought the past four centuries the concepts of all the campaigns that won the Cannes festival, den click here . Or buy a book.)


Thinking, say

of solitary masturbation sour. Hollow


medals that hang around his neck
headless. No talent



them ever shine there in the pocket.

Hugs, kisses
are given together.
They become fools.


Soon, if Benjamin agrees, will debut a blog who does not care to taste or market needs or customer. But only to our taste and our need to destroy them both. Here a preview: