<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:34:51 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Transmeme</category><category>Odious Comparisons</category><category>The World Theatre</category><category>Answered Questions</category><category>life</category><category>culture</category><category>Spain</category><category>harshness</category><category>language</category><category>morale</category><category>opinion</category><category>sex</category><category>Google</category><category>Metapost</category><category>Phototraps</category><category>air</category><category>censorship</category><category>comic</category><category>competition</category><category>democracy</category><category>power</category><category>religion</category><category>spiritual</category><category>technology</category><category>voyeur</category><category>wealth</category><category>women</category><category>world</category><category>An Introduction</category><category>Bank</category><category>Chef Tony</category><category>Internet</category><category>Kung Fu</category><category>Piracy</category><category>TV</category><category>Tintin</category><category>advertisement</category><category>alms</category><category>artist</category><category>attention</category><category>bone</category><category>bullfighting</category><category>call</category><category>cat</category><category>cinema</category><category>city</category><category>concurrent</category><category>contest</category><category>continuity</category><category>convention</category><category>country</category><category>creativity</category><category>crime</category><category>crisis</category><category>customer care</category><category>dance</category><category>death</category><category>detergent</category><category>dog</category><category>doubt</category><category>drug</category><category>ego</category><category>explanation</category><category>faith</category><category>fanatism</category><category>financial</category><category>flesh</category><category>food</category><category>fortune</category><category>glance</category><category>gold</category><category>happiness</category><category>iPhone</category><category>illusion</category><category>individual</category><category>intelligence</category><category>jew</category><category>jogging</category><category>labor</category><category>left</category><category>leisure</category><category>light</category><category>look</category><category>love</category><category>me</category><category>minority</category><category>mulsim</category><category>music</category><category>nature</category><category>night</category><category>noise</category><category>perspective</category><category>phone</category><category>pleasure</category><category>poor</category><category>popularity</category><category>principle</category><category>productive</category><category>quote</category><category>reform</category><category>rich</category><category>right</category><category>rule</category><category>sensitivity</category><category>sexy</category><category>shopping</category><category>silicone</category><category>stress</category><category>stupidity</category><category>sweat</category><category>taste</category><category>thought</category><category>time</category><category>travel</category><category>truth</category><category>watch</category><category>weight</category><category>white</category><category>words</category><category>work</category><title>Phototraps</title><description>Words about home and world matters. Narrated photos of some&lt;br&gt;trap moments.</description><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-1176213284268075097</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 18:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-21T10:43:44.385-05:00</atom:updated><title>The unfortunate days</title><atom:summary type="text">







































The Art of Living on Someone Else&#39;s Effort - Chapter 1 (Draft translation)



I had sore feet. I was heading home after a hard day at work. Not hard work itself, but hard in the way the day had gone through. It was one of those days when nothing seems to go right and that every small step is slowed with dozens of small obstacles on the way. I started the </atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2012/05/unfortunate-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4sbJhj_cMo6h_vHdLNWdVlLWHNP75HKGmlTjjeG7thZztuE8Uj-Fb_lS2_gyg4TGlCbHQS6bNVBdmjGcRsLxsKG2JNoJfxkJ8XafF-yXq00xbrUfCa7kpPFSRodUpiMC6PJAvHKz9C4/s72-c/Indiegogo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-3746050174204528624</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-17T09:02:00.274-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opinion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXXV</title><atom:summary type="text">I can only have an opinion when I ignore the true facts.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/12/transmeme-xxxv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-6356476739025851788</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 08:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-16T02:51:06.974-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The World Theatre</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><title>The World Theatre XII – Degrees of Approach</title><atom:summary type="text">People are very surprised when I tell them I do not like to travel, I never liked it. I guess what gives travel me is not worth the discomfort that going to a faraway place provides. Especially for someone with bad orientation, little sense of adventure, with flat feet and who hates walking.

When I ask instead to people why they like to travel, they say &#39;oh, it&#39;s nice to see new cultures and </atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/12/world-theatre-xii-degrees-of-approach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pQOogXzIMD9XhMq0DpTz56yxBnj2jbDbAojDekwyoKJplMRDBUEn1gNdO3cpPBVu7NysXwfYHwH4ClJKZOXqKcAerdEBB5EjLx2sKfd1Wc8-ESbWmu0z8_lBm4tY0SooqfWLvMu-meA/s72-c/TM-XII+Maletas.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-2905794118297728550</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-26T09:00:00.946-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>Transmeme XXXIV</title><atom:summary type="text">Smart women are extremely sexy.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/11/transmeme-xxxiv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-990505882533451746</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 08:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-24T02:30:21.457-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leisure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">minority</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Odious Comparisons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wealth</category><title>Odious comparisons XII - The minority of well-being</title><atom:summary type="text">
Image: Foto Gratis
One day I noted a fact that caused me some irritation, namely, that if only the very wealthy continue to enjoy the natural scenery and outdoor sports, there would not be problems of sustainability in natural areas, nor resource predation, nor wear, contamination or uncontrolled erosion.

This statement is somewhat disturbing and undemocratic, I know, but I am sorry to admit </atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/11/odious-comparisons-xii-minority-of-well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsDPsnsxOxs2SRxH0YimmkEX_pONmeFKM_MsI8BsZrjBu71A_XurrH4N0PvQpT9CBr8XEKCHGv25t9lbKBE-nBZ9bx0y22savO9Jz2V6qCIUZex5YfCOt0E4b0MQI9b0tRHCE5JzbqnQ/s72-c/CO-XII+Minorias+de+bien+estar.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-4508481183178053689</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-18T09:09:00.120-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXXIII</title><atom:summary type="text">Those who enlighten me are those who make me laugh too!</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/11/transmeme-xxxiii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-5165999737584098966</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 15:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T09:03:00.337-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Answered Questions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">competition</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">concurrent</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">creativity</category><title>Answered Questions XI - Concurrent Creativity</title><atom:summary type="text">Chaos theory or industrial espionage. I do not know what the cause, but the truth is that I have been watching for years many cases of artistic productions (call it so), apparently about the same, which occur simultaneously. I think some of them are the result of an esoteric phenomenon I call Concurrent Creativity.

Perhaps the most striking cases are those of the films. Do you remember the </atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/11/answered-questions-xi-concurrent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvMUDklKY0FYP9NDX8GEasBB3S8H-kEB746KGFRA7XZlKNviOpUKt05aKm7USlr4HnhAGr7-cHql8XuyY8Zc4ff6rb1tDxis1hNxaZHdJ4920dAnuIbgAmcT4TGNHcAvkYWaJCOs-e6U/s72-c/PR-XI+harry-potter.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-3220388916892974983</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-10T09:07:00.278-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">artist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXXII</title><atom:summary type="text">Mainstream culture is average poor, but sets an ecosystem for interesting artists to take advantage of.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/11/transmeme-xxxii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-946658936140161713</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-08T09:04:00.384-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">air</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">harshness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The World Theatre</category><title>The World Theatre XI - The harshness of air</title><atom:summary type="text">In many sixteenth and seventeenth centuries treatises of alchemy there is a nourished description of the work of nature in the generation of metals. Reading them is very inspiring, full of devout and poetic images. It is a reading that I recommend to those interested in less academic literature of the period, but equally spiritual and deep.

&amp;nbsp; 
Those treatises, describe how nature cooks in </atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/11/world-theatre-xi-harshness-of-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDIGuEshRh0KdmEk8WGI_NOeKyoaTw1jnjFVIvs1KNpK9QiL-dAwcnk4EZsGEqLZIXui_1OkQ-LViik4HqsTY325Wcg7Mbi8iArfXujfQpE0lQZPSGgzEXYZ1GntL6gYOpj1_toS4qt0/s72-c/TM-XI+Crudeza+del+aire.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-2895212723429933760</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2010 14:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-05T09:02:00.820-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">drug</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXXI</title><atom:summary type="text">Drugs are more of a social problem when not properly embedded in traditions and cutural rituals.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/11/transmeme-xxxi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-1204563480144200546</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 10:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-03T05:20:18.700-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Odious Comparisons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasure</category><title>Odious Comparisons XI - Bread is bread and wine, wine</title><atom:summary type="text">I have an image etched in my memory. I remember a great jar of aluminum with two large blades that slowly, were removing a colored liquid halfway between cream and white bone.

I also have an odor in the memory, but I can not describe it, unlike the images, but if I were to have it in front of me now I would recognize it: the smell of fresh milk. I remember the warm heat emanating from the vessel</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/11/odious-comparisons-xi-bread-is-bread.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGtOPXhxSLaCCYcirYw2pJcbhI8CNxVIVNcQ7kN7i6pjYUCKYL68Uu3wXe8fMO0kzItdAFbRz2tiRBKYaLLlD57NE8nKel7ak-35PMQphoPUTmupGxZ1A76AhIrn2hb15iHgSwtgxzoQ/s72-c/CO-XI+Pan.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-528821950464893865</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-01T09:01:00.412-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opinion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXX</title><atom:summary type="text">People usually want to know your opinions on things to match themselves against you</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/11/transmeme-xxx.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-14113011435595579</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2010 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-03T04:51:00.637-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Answered Questions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>Answered Questions X – Ora et labora</title><atom:summary type="text">Pray and Work. Working dignifies your spirit. Or so they say. It is not bad as a mantra, but a review of this postulate does not seem inappropriate. If I ask, What do you work for? &quot;For the money, of course” Many will say. Others, more fortunate ones, will add: “for personal fulfillment, to be useful to society, by vocation, to contribute to progress and so and so”. Well, let&#39;s take a look at the</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/10/answered-questions-x-ora-et-labora.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-1975217642655906849</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-22T09:07:00.476-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXIX</title><atom:summary type="text">The most practiced moral rule, since there is moral is: &quot;I do it because I can&quot;.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/10/transmeme-xxix.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-2924782900749612390</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2010 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-20T10:56:59.184-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Answered Questions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spiritual</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">words</category><title>Answered Questions IX - Without words</title><atom:summary type="text">I wanted to use for this post the example of the many ways that the Eskimos have to refer to snow, but it seems that it would not be true. Still, I think it is right to say that people use to have greater wealth of words for what they are most familiar with. For example, there will be far fewer words for sea conditions in those countries without coast line, and even fewer words for pork products </atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/10/answered-questions-ix-without-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKGseSnUF_8IV4iDo-AflfJafpFHUXGVK_kYuyHbA2b97NiC8PIjF8s0TZhYh6RWhxXiIzipRr5VoIoU0LOpiAA0hv2bbs86-tTfTNpDYsh8QceNY-M1Gt1wk6sr3Txx_529Vronxm_g/s72-c/PR-IX+Copa+Vino.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-2945263473220676368</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-19T09:04:00.690-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">city</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intelligence</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXVIII</title><atom:summary type="text">Funny: a small city with the most thoughtful people would have the same flaws and problems as the ones you&#39;re in.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/10/transmeme-xxviii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-1700046096575306473</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-15T09:07:00.989-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Answered Questions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happiness</category><title>Answered Questions VIII - The formula for happiness is a differential equation</title><atom:summary type="text">Hey, crispy news! I found the (true) formula for happiness!

What, don’t you believe me? Let&#39;s see, if Eduardo Punset can propose a formula, why can I not? I know that to compare myself with him is pretentious at least, (hence my respects to so enjoyed thinker and communicator). Let me instead mimic those studies from some universities that do not want to give up any of the funds that have been </atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/10/answered-questions-viii-formula-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSx-cdFCC_XpQ1FU5iE2YqQFqVjiy_dsybUhZTM8kZe14jjWRUgqMbs3nJ3FY4-4gYYiFgzuyXtbPClhcokymnPTLF93IYHFvsdaaU_Gyc2krOvKPurX-W1vXiaYdK9g2LSpF5_OaJsI/s72-c/PR-VIII+Felicidad1+UK.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-2616550246983146076</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-06T09:09:00.578-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">democracy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">religion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">technology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXVII</title><atom:summary type="text">Don&#39;t be pessimistic: it&#39;s only that politics/legislation/democracy/moral/religion do not progress so fast as technology.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/10/transmeme-xxvii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-5419586079569494207</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-15T01:29:17.541-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cinema</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Odious Comparisons</category><title>Odious Comparisons X – Dubbed version</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes I find myself in the circumstance of having to choose between going to the cinema to watch a movie in original version, and another dubbed film. My choice is easy. The dubbed version. Always.
It seems not to be chic, or more trendy not wanting to see the movie in its original soundtrack, hearing the actors with their real voices. However I want to relax in the movies. I do not pay a </atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/10/odious-comparisons-xx-dubbed-version.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhz9XvFOasd0z28goJnSLruakA64QmDU3VUJTUfH_ggbFNxWZlB578DlO24LrEXMRR_Vzfwd12jvPTYRqxxFjPuYp2CFrCZYR9SVVISCRTPiAt4KwUnCmWS8dHe4gJr8jpNjo7iAfaI0/s72-c/CO-XX+Fotograma.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-7082985142885307397</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2010 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-01T09:00:11.023-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quote</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXVI</title><atom:summary type="text">Many times I&#39;m tempted to use other&#39;s quotes.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/10/transmeme-xxvi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-3751466355670965916</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 08:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-15T01:29:02.404-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">democracy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Odious Comparisons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">power</category><title>Odious comparisons IX – Rule of the People</title><atom:summary type="text">This is what democracy means, etymologically at least. I do not want to debate whether it actually happens so in practice, because we could spend months to reach any conclusion in this regard.

But I wanted to comment on democracy. Although it is taboo to speak critically of democracy, because we all know the alternative systems that have proved most unfair and even cruel, I think it is useful to</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/09/odious-comparisons-xix-rule-of-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuH9kGuVyr7pnFeLhpy3SjuA1TE4pUpIjaz2ZFZJBS07eb6tQLyh8oznkgtHIgFhzp5czLOHmlASPvTqYjm7AB7M5-3vZPhTIhKFmVhygsZl8jiK-jQ3l8-H-WbygHh-1FXJV8GE3TNtM/s72-c/CO-XIX+urna.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-137263414550598647</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Sep 2010 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-27T09:09:00.248-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXV</title><atom:summary type="text">At some point in life, you have to revise everything you have been taught and deconstruct yourself.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/09/transmeme-xxv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-924890852721434355</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-24T09:08:00.384-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The World Theatre</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time</category><title>The World Theatre X - The Time Machine</title><atom:summary type="text">As I get older, I notice that the days go by without hardly noticing. If I have to listen to those who are older than me, this effect will worsen more and more. So I find myself in a painful situation where I not only feel the days, weeks, months, go by like a quick dream, but they do increasingly faster. I see myself in a state of senile prostration in just a couple of blinks.

&amp;nbsp;Image: </atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/09/world-theatre-x-time-machine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWW9bPoBh9KV81UHN15AvfW9whcEwTHOiv9HutlKUs8O94gRpZDmIkUvV9x0ieDSZazXTqP7usXlF5PlGbcJttZXVBf2BXOInzD1WkZ3c3dROfpiuzt5KiN-8d1OYvJSspggF5Rc6cw28/s72-c/TM-X+Maquina+Tiempo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-5104340139857277526</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-22T09:04:00.492-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ego</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Transmeme</category><title>Transmeme XXIV</title><atom:summary type="text">Every once in a while, I&#39;m ashamed of my selfishness, and not doing anything about it.</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/09/transmeme-xxiv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731426418482143746.post-8930776279893399885</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-20T14:43:36.912-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">technology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The World Theatre</category><title>The World Theatre IX – Headless dog</title><atom:summary type="text">When technology surprises us, something within us is shaking. I do not mean intellectual surprise when, after all, scientific speculation and science fiction allow us to imagine possible futures, but something more primal, more animal. It&#39;s as if our minds had certain atavisms that go beyond our present culture.

This is what happened to me with the headless dog.

Some time ago I was truly amazed</atom:summary><link>http://phototraps.blogspot.com/2010/09/world-theatre-ix-headless-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iván Cosos J.N.S.P.S.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>