<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801</id><updated>2012-02-18T03:44:55.195-06:00</updated><category term='dónde está wally?'/><category term='Schenectady'/><category term='la musique'/><category term='before the devil knows you&apos;re deaf'/><category term='locovox'/><category term='mindbomb'/><category term='Anatema'/><category term='Cinestesia'/><category term='niño índigo'/><category term='I sent my girl down the trebuchet'/><category term='Aforisibles'/><title type='text'>RICOSUSHI</title><subtitle type='html'>"In went water and loaves of black-bread and sausage and cheese, and out came shit and piss and language." - Kurt Vonnegut</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5440280729332488642</id><published>2011-12-11T20:23:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:27:27.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ἀποκάλυψις του ατόμου</title><summary type='text'>Los votos, por mayoritarios, se habían saciado y entonces vaciado de intención. Las opciones revoloteaban en las cabezas de todos como una niebla de ruido blanco en la que cada voz se fundía para aumentar únicamente la intensidad. Habían pasado por la consensión multinivel y la revolución silente, de los páneles solilóquicos a las guerras meméticas, de γαῖα hasta ἀλαμπία. Todas las palabras y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5440280729332488642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5440280729332488642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5440280729332488642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5440280729332488642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='ἀποκάλυψις του ατόμου'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7649259064386218899</id><published>2011-11-22T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:29:55.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>De astro, ser cometa</title><summary type='text'>De astro 
ser cometa.
De vista 
todo cauda.
De esencia 
todo piedra.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7649259064386218899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7649259064386218899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7649259064386218899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7649259064386218899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-astro-seria-cometa.html' title='De astro, ser cometa'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2735825106689771663</id><published>2010-10-14T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:32:48.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmo</title><summary type='text'>Como todos, en los albores de su consciencia se enfrentó al vacío. Lúcido, se supo demasiado cobarde como para cometer suicidio y hacerle frente. Fue entonces que decidió  dedicar su vida a actuar contra el sentido común. Así, alguien, en algún momento, se decidiría a liberarlo por fin, de golpe, de ambos temores. Vadeando la culpa.



Hermanos, oremos por la sabiduría de nuestro profeta.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2735825106689771663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2735825106689771663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2735825106689771663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2735825106689771663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2010/10/salmo.html' title='Salmo'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-1914240529761682945</id><published>2010-01-26T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:45:36.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La nueva república</title><summary type='text'>En la república de los gestos la arquitectura es efímera y fortuita. Arcos de inercia petrificada se sostienen sólo por un instante mientras sus habitantes se saludan. Cada paso cimbra un empalizado instantáneo que nada pouede retener. Cuanod dos habitantes se saludan de mano conectan esos movimientos y parece que durante unos segundos se deduce una posible fuente o un barandal que remata una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/1914240529761682945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=1914240529761682945&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1914240529761682945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1914240529761682945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-nueva-republica.html' title='La nueva república'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-6843862199555938971</id><published>2010-01-07T19:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:46:29.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludópata</title><summary type='text'>Dios nunca ha jugado a los dados. Si acaso por ahora juega a los palillos chinos, y cada vez que tocaba una hebra sólida, se trastocaba un poco toda la estructura del universo conocido, es decir, que se venía algo tan trivial como un traspié y, cuanod fallaba, acaso un tsunami o un terremoto.Si eso parece precario, al principio del universo le daba por jugar matatena, con las galaxias </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/6843862199555938971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=6843862199555938971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6843862199555938971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6843862199555938971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2010/01/ludopata.html' title='Ludópata'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5725405708042541546</id><published>2009-11-22T21:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:34:13.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zona de Promesas</title><summary type='text'>No es el que me haya hecho, como joven, la siguiente promesa: "Puedes ser lo que tú quieras, eres una masilla informe; tu decidirás de entre la infinitud de formas". Sino, como siempre, la omisión de que, ya formado y seco, llega el punto en que esculpirte es el, diariamente, dejar un rastro de migajas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5725405708042541546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5725405708042541546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5725405708042541546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5725405708042541546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/11/zona-de-promesas.html' title='Zona de Promesas'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-3179005633988398571</id><published>2009-11-06T19:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:04:09.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>De Dominante a Dominado</title><summary type='text'>DominanteTodo por ser vil se acaba.DominadoTodo por servil se acaba.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/3179005633988398571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=3179005633988398571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3179005633988398571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3179005633988398571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-dominante-dominado.html' title='De Dominante a Dominado'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-3196725609608250457</id><published>2009-10-30T20:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:30:12.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El canto de la unicidad</title><summary type='text'>Lo leyó dos veces y no podría reducirlo más. Al fin había dado con un bloque de letras irreductible y sólido, tal vez la única combinación de letras cuya veracidad y composición no pudiesen reducirse sin perder algo-en-sí.  Había encontrado el texto perfecto, el arte mínimo, un atisbo al límite de la inteligiblidad. Una punta, un iceberg.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/3196725609608250457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=3196725609608250457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3196725609608250457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3196725609608250457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-canto-de-la-unicidad.html' title='El canto de la unicidad'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-8053880650117372945</id><published>2009-10-15T23:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:16:09.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fix for affix</title><summary type='text'>Searchlights are full of Icaric photons: they find nothing but dispersion and perpetual solitude from their kin, some even become absorpted into mundane matter, poet-minded being tend to crave for some of these limital travelers to actually find something, it cannot be that time-space means nothing to these and yet find nothing. Photons in a searchlight are thrown out of optimism and gathered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/8053880650117372945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=8053880650117372945&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8053880650117372945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8053880650117372945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/10/fix-for-affix.html' title='A fix for affix'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-231304739518973708</id><published>2009-10-08T20:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:38:03.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corriente</title><summary type='text'>Llega a la esquina y empieza de inmediato: "El problema no es que pase nada, es que precisamente, yo veo que pasa todo ahí, enfrente, pero yo no agarro nada". Le decía con aspavientos el Homo laborans a un ciego que silbaba distraídamente. "Y lo que agarro del todo-que-pasa ya no lo elegí yo sino que esos gajos de tiempo me los pasa alguien de "arriba", gajos grandes, manoseados y blandos y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/231304739518973708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=231304739518973708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/231304739518973708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/231304739518973708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/10/corriente.html' title='Corriente'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-6659099236793674225</id><published>2009-08-08T13:19:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:12:52.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desta mi voz quedada</title><summary type='text'>¿Puedo acaso dudar desta mi voz que te doy sin que ésta quede apagada entre estas sinuosas vallas puntuadas? Porque yo quería decirte un algo estólido, muy verudo y sagaz, y ese algo estaba muy primigenio, frío, grande, crudo y bola-de-nieve cuando busca chocar con el arrebato de decírtelo pero para tocarse con el impulso primero pasó y fue rasurado, desgastado por un filtro de implicaciones, de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/6659099236793674225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=6659099236793674225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6659099236793674225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6659099236793674225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/08/desta-mi-voz-que-te-llega.html' title='Desta mi voz quedada'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-6536464260831441990</id><published>2009-07-22T01:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:11:08.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation</title><summary type='text'>Cuando se acuesta, pasa que habita un momento donde se erigen tierra y cielo como murallas incógnitas. La que es fácil, inmóvil y táctil, bajo ella, impenetrable porque sólida y cristalina, puede conocerla sólo por un idilio orográfico de superficies; el viaje. Sus partes entramadas y secretas hasta el grano de polvo imposibilitan cualquier intento de hurgambre. Pared franca, cúmulo de tiempo y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/6536464260831441990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=6536464260831441990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6536464260831441990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6536464260831441990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in Translation'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7136416342076484673</id><published>2009-07-03T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:45:23.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it be?</title><summary type='text'>Escribía Paleoficción Natural y sus apuntes estaban llenos deste tipo de notas:"Una manada de perros primitivo que orinan en sincronía acaba de exterminar un lote de un pasto único que jamás conocerá la cancha del Nou Camp. El paso de la manada motea vastas extensiones de territoria que a golpe de urea selecciona plantas urótrofas. El patrón visto desde lo alto parece un campo ajaguarado que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7136416342076484673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7136416342076484673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7136416342076484673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7136416342076484673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/07/escribia-paleoficcion-natural-y-sus.html' title='Can it be?'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5433407639730330712</id><published>2009-06-22T23:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:03:27.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tautómeros</title><summary type='text'>En la arena ideológica del primer motor, principio absoluto, Dios o lo que guste eufemismizar, existen dos grandes categorías :Los que otorgan el beneficio de la duda (teístas, creyentes, metafísicos, místicos) y los que dudan del beneficio que ello otorga (ateos, escépticos, incrédulos, agnósticos).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5433407639730330712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5433407639730330712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5433407639730330712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5433407639730330712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/06/tautomeros.html' title='Tautómeros'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5266576664552969969</id><published>2009-06-16T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:19:12.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El escritorio de Oliver Sacks</title><summary type='text'>A veces me dan ganas de hacer perfiles de eprsonas basados en sus objetos, sitios, hábitos, más que en sus opiniones, pensamientos, respuestas. Le hecho es crudo, la palabra suele ser decorada. Una  mente y autor envidiable, Oliver Sacks, permitió que se le tomara una foto a su escritorio de trabajo. Sí, de la plataforma desde donde han salido libros como Tío Tungsteno, Awakenings, Musicofilia, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5266576664552969969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5266576664552969969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5266576664552969969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5266576664552969969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-escritorio-de-oliver-sacks.html' title='El escritorio de Oliver Sacks'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-3052969519781595997</id><published>2009-05-31T18:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:08:55.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Galileo, de Bertolt Brecht</title><summary type='text'>Aquí, la postura verdaderamente científica que debió tener el astrónomo de Padua, se manifiesta en las palabras que ocupan la primerísima página de Galileo, obra teatral de Bertolt Brecht. A más de un maestro, divulgador, y literato nos vendría bien aspirar un poco de ese aire de revolución que mana de la obra:"El tiempo viejo ha pasado y estamos en una nueva época. Es como si la humanidad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/3052969519781595997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=3052969519781595997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3052969519781595997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3052969519781595997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/05/galileo-de-bertolt-brecht.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Galileo&lt;/i&gt;, de Bertolt Brecht'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4375058106065224010</id><published>2009-05-17T23:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:58:51.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extrema unción.</title><summary type='text'>El niño solía pasar las horas con la ventana del carro abajo, y con el dedo índice los elegía. No todos eran tocados en la crisma por su yema engrandecida por el truco de la perspectiva. Mas bien pocos eran los ungidos por su falso hábito. Así pasaba las horas de tránsito, bautizando a transeúntes anónimos. Eso, hasta que con una débil y fatigada sonrisa terminó la marca de los elegidos. Fue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4375058106065224010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4375058106065224010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4375058106065224010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4375058106065224010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/05/extrema-uncion.html' title='Extrema unción.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-3495290320509693320</id><published>2009-05-15T23:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:14:47.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Trash</title><summary type='text'>IPodría no estar pasando, pero es que se suda la evidencia. No es que me cause inmenso placer el ver al marido golpearla. En absoluto, me repugna al grado de que casi me borra por completo esta sonrisa de la cara. Y no es esta la marca del cínico, simplemente que la sonrisa es la respuesta boba y fisiológica que se viene cuando todo sale de acuerdo a lo urdido. Sonrío cuando resulta que la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/3495290320509693320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=3495290320509693320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3495290320509693320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3495290320509693320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-trash.html' title='White Trash'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-8053651803559435874</id><published>2009-04-30T14:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:16:54.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomás un puño de tierra...</title><summary type='text'>El Sin Nombre se apea al fin en la sospechosa tierra colorada. Fueron tres semanas de camino y su caballo jadea y rebufa de cansancio y sed. Aunque el color parece bueno y rijoso sigue desconfiado: los cascos de su caballo sugirieron que esta tierra es compacta y rígida, pero eso puede ser porque siguió las rutas comunales, las veredas violadas miles de veces por el tránsito de los arrieros y los</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/8053651803559435874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=8053651803559435874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8053651803559435874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8053651803559435874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/04/nomas-un-puno-de-tierra.html' title='Nomás un puño de tierra...'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2623126361768878124</id><published>2009-04-21T18:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:26:10.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Principles Presents: TV Quoting</title><summary type='text'>“When men know what not to do,..., they ought not to do they-know-not-what.” - Abigail Adams in TV Film Series John Adams.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2623126361768878124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2623126361768878124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2623126361768878124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2623126361768878124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/04/fallen-principles-presents-tv-quoting.html' title='Fallen Principles Presents: TV Quoting'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2025852009219977115</id><published>2009-04-20T20:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:27:34.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem por J.G. Ballard</title><summary type='text'>Por él me dieron ganas de tener un ala delta y esculpir mis nubes deste mundo sumergido para luego chocar contra la isla de concreto. También de sus libros el impulso de entrar en frenesí hacia el paraíso, atascándome por las noches de cocaína, volviéndome loco. Él, a final de cuentas me enseñó a escuchar las voces del tiempo a través de la amabilidad de las mujeres. Ballard, gente deste el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2025852009219977115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2025852009219977115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2025852009219977115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2025852009219977115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/04/requiem-por-jg-ballard.html' title='Requiem por J.G. Ballard'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/Se0gm_6_yII/AAAAAAAAANg/TzfK_tKUAJw/s72-c/ballard460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-8739973973722556912</id><published>2009-04-19T23:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:50:56.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ómnibus</title><summary type='text'>Cuando concedió el último respiro se repitió en el aire un ligero crujido de lámina y un silencio inerciado. La enfermera tomó de  entre sus manos el juguete de latón que el viejo no había soltado desde su ingreso al hospital. El ómnibus de latón era azul, con letras blancas y grandes en los costados donde se leía todavía con cierta dificultad el apellido del finado paciente: Goncalves. La última</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/8739973973722556912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=8739973973722556912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8739973973722556912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8739973973722556912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/04/omnibus.html' title='Ómnibus'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4223525710729254659</id><published>2009-04-15T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:24:41.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed Up</title><summary type='text'>El hartazgo es el inequívoco síntoma de la indecisión crónica. Tal vez las peores decisiones, las más desesperadas de los hombres, se sucedan desde la soledad, es decir el hartazgo desde la indecisión sobre que (o si prefiere, quien) lo acompañe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4223525710729254659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4223525710729254659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4223525710729254659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4223525710729254659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/04/fed-up.html' title='Fed Up'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7616566793579927262</id><published>2009-04-03T13:20:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:33:10.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemniscato</title><summary type='text'>Para, un poco, el corazón cuando se encuentra con un acto que tendría que mecanografiar 3 o 4 veces en el mismo sitio para simular la profundidad del evento. Estas instancias que se escapan de esta planicie textual poseen no sólo una calidad de dimensión adicional, pasa que uno puede encontrarles textura y resistencia al tacto, otro nivel de reacción a la inquisición táctil. Si por ahora uno sólo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7616566793579927262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7616566793579927262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7616566793579927262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7616566793579927262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/04/lemniscato.html' title='Lemniscato'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-788640124412376013</id><published>2009-03-29T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:57:37.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><summary type='text'>- Si las mujeres sangran y oscilan una vez el mes. ¿Cuál es entonces el período de los hombres?Así abrió la entrevista Ximena, con cierto rictus de casi-llego-a-la-suficiencia.No titubeé, le contesté de inmediato:- También ocurre lo mismo con nosotros, pero nos aparece en el orden inverso: primero oscilamos, y luego sangramos. Si es un periodo corto, lo llaman suicidio, desplante o violencia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/788640124412376013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=788640124412376013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/788640124412376013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/788640124412376013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/03/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5825100534082006427</id><published>2009-03-28T17:52:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:32:07.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schenectady'/><title type='text'>Synecdoche, N.Y. (La vida como representación)</title><summary type='text'>La primera película de Charlie Kaufman ha golpeado la pantalla de plata el año pasado. Desde que se abre la película, uno adivina que el terreno ha de ser farragoso y macilento. Con diálogos sostenidos por un impassé que deja que aterricen en el consciente. Kaufman ha resultado ser un director más bien oscuro, con tonos helados y cierta monotonía visual que puede llegar a cansar al impaciente. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5825100534082006427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5825100534082006427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5825100534082006427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5825100534082006427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/03/synechdoche-ny-la-vida-como.html' title='Synecdoche, N.Y. (La vida como representación)'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SdLMC6rlyuI/AAAAAAAAANA/JrURD1Crcb4/s72-c/synechdoche-new-york.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2641742053985657180</id><published>2009-03-27T11:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:58:03.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalisquillo y Galileano: Ajúa en Padua.</title><summary type='text'>Tomado del Periódico Público,viernes 23 de Marzo del 2009, comentario del debate sobre la nueva Ley Antiaborto del Estado de Jalisco:Las posturas partidistasCarlos Orozco Santillán. Diputado del PRD:“No se podría dar un debate más falso, que pretender hacer creer que existen seres humanos a favor de la vida y otros en contra de la vida […] Porque la realidad es otra y lo cierto es que siguen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2641742053985657180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2641742053985657180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2641742053985657180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2641742053985657180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/03/jalisquillo-y-galileano-ajua-en-padua.html' title='Jalisquillo y Galileano: Ajúa en Padua.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-3016369578873516464</id><published>2009-03-25T23:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:11:58.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarity Ensues</title><summary type='text'>Verídico, texto recriminatorio recibido por messenger:Ricosushi dice:"Saludos, staple monkey."-------- dice:"pues un mono podria hacer un mejor trabajo ordenando papales rectos..."Comentarios:1.- Tough job even for monkeys, Bonobos might actually like it.2.- Que nos perdone "don" Benedicto XII, pero esto no soluciona el desempleo.3.- Lo que hacen de humor un typo y la voz pasiva.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/3016369578873516464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=3016369578873516464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3016369578873516464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3016369578873516464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/03/hilarity-ensues.html' title='Hilarity Ensues'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2711704555475083097</id><published>2009-03-17T14:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:38:29.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words by a pillar of salt.</title><summary type='text'>"Trout, incidentally, had written a book about a money tree. It had twenty-dollar bills for leaves. Its flowers were government bonds. Its fruit was diamonds. It attracted human beings who killed each other around the roots and made very good fertilizer. So it goes"-Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2711704555475083097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2711704555475083097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2711704555475083097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2711704555475083097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-by-pillar-of-salt.html' title='Words by a pillar of salt.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4680202233314798752</id><published>2009-03-16T10:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:12:08.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Bregovic y las Bibliotecas Accidentales</title><summary type='text'>... Bregovic acudió a Buenos Aires a dar su primer concierto. "Al llegar al hotel me dieron un sobre que me habían dejado de parte de Sábato. Contenía un libro, Sobre héroes y tumbas, y una carta en la que me pedía disculpas por no acudir al concierto. Me explicaba que mi música le había salvado en momentos de depresión. Lo curioso es que cuando hice el servicio militar en Nis, en la época </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4680202233314798752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4680202233314798752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4680202233314798752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4680202233314798752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/03/bregovic-y-las-bibliotecas-reincidentes.html' title='Sobre Bregovic y las Bibliotecas Accidentales'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2333493411330029785</id><published>2009-03-13T01:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:30:33.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Impedancia</title><summary type='text'>Flaqueo. Todos los días la última luz que me despide es la de la lámpara de mi buró, la que me deslinda del día y me reduce a la invisión y a la invasión de mi desvencijado terruño nocturno. Hay veces que se apaga la lámpara y su sonoro "click" parece poseer un cierto brinco de aire que juega con mi paciencia. Tal vez así sea el sonido secreto del escarnio o la cimbra de la sorna. Pasa que cuando</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2333493411330029785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2333493411330029785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2333493411330029785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2333493411330029785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/03/impedancia.html' title='Impedancia'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-8011769315446541871</id><published>2009-03-01T12:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:32:51.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memento</title><summary type='text'>Ellos fuman, desnudos, en la cama.- ¿Por qué lo hiciste?¿Por qué si ayer todavía...?- Quería ser la primera en dañarlo. Supongo que de alguna manera quería protegerlo. Regalarle un dolor taimado, mío.- No lo entiendo.¿Por qué ahora? ¿Acaso no bastaba que fueran algo cercano a ser felices?- La felicidad que yo le daba era difícil de mantener para largo, felicidad como un estado mismo y uniforme. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/8011769315446541871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=8011769315446541871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8011769315446541871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8011769315446541871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/03/memento.html' title='Memento'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-1750699335257644239</id><published>2009-02-14T00:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:30:47.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Masa crítica</title><summary type='text'>Débora caminaba por la acera en la noche, con pasos cortos y aliento cortado, la noche fría revelaba su fatigoso aliento como si fueran pequeñas humaredas que se repetían síncronas y cadentes. Cuando más bien era nervio y apuro. La silueta debía seguir atrás, aunque ya no escuchaba el eco de sus pasos desconfiaba porque el eco desdobla falsamente su causa. Ora ya lamenta haber pensado en venir a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/1750699335257644239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=1750699335257644239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1750699335257644239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1750699335257644239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/02/masa-critica.html' title='Masa crítica'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-1893519588331091199</id><published>2009-02-11T20:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:45:41.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free comics: Mother, Come Home</title><summary type='text'>Fantagraphics va a reeditar esta agotadísima y excelsa pieza de narrativa gráfica llamada Mother, Come Home, de Paul Horsnchemeier. La edición regresa with a vengeance: pasta dura, lomo cosido y todos esos detalles que hacen babear al fetichista del libro. Esto ya emociona. Peor, no sólo eso, sino que ofrecen un gran extracto para bajarlo de forma gratuita.Aquí puedes descargar la introducción </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.fantagraphics.com/images/stories/previews/mchome-preview.pdf' title='Free comics: Mother, Come Home'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/1893519588331091199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=1893519588331091199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1893519588331091199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1893519588331091199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-comics-mother-come-home.html' title='Free comics: Mother, Come Home'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SZOa2gI2GjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4q3npwSxGVE/s72-c/MCHome1stpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7310629249817977699</id><published>2009-02-09T18:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:47:38.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Kites</title><summary type='text'>¿Cómo divertirse cuando tu trabajo te obligar a estar 5 horas sentado inmerso en una actividad tediosa y repetitiva? ¿Cómo rebelarse ante la marabunta de post-its que amenazan con llevarte hasta el insomnio? El trabajo de oficina, aunque parezca frío y estéril, ofrece a mucha pero mucha papelería inmóvil y/o desperdiciada. Esto todos lo sabemos desde la infancia, cuando llega la revelación que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7310629249817977699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7310629249817977699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7310629249817977699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7310629249817977699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/02/office-kites.html' title='Office Kites'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SZDKjUG-GCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OyLF2GRwLNU/s72-c/Imagen089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7059142496304706925</id><published>2009-02-03T21:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:37:07.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>De monólogos y demonólogos.</title><summary type='text'>"Meás dinero?" - era la cantata del jilguerillo funcional de cada semáforo. Mientras uno encrispado se juega la posesión de la hipotética orina de metal con el morenazo jerguero en una escena digna para El bueno, El malo y El Limpiaparabrisas. Es Invierno y el calor está de Canícula. Así de contradicho el mundo: cuando uno voltea hacia la derecha se encuentra a un obeso que maneja un Fit, así no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7059142496304706925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7059142496304706925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7059142496304706925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7059142496304706925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-monologos-y-demonologos.html' title='De monólogos y demonólogos.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2237854750359504359</id><published>2009-01-31T14:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:29:51.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety is a thumb and a blanket.</title><summary type='text'>"I think one of the worst traits that a person can have is to possess sensitive areas that make others uncomfortable. No one can relax around someone who is so sensitive about his religious, political, or other beliefs that they have to watch everything they say. There must be different kinds of loneliness, or at least different degrees of loneliness.... The most terrifying loneliness is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2237854750359504359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2237854750359504359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2237854750359504359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2237854750359504359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/peanuts-charlie-brown-by-charles-m.html' title='Safety is a thumb and a blanket.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SYTBDLKlYaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CLlKr_vtPQI/s72-c/peanuts02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-3864657625450049275</id><published>2009-01-30T19:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:33:55.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Producto Agotado</title><summary type='text'>Habemos personas hechas de búsqueda, habitantes imperfectos de una realidad inacabada, y por eso, infinita. Para uno, esas respuestas últimas y llenas de perpetuidad aparecen como peldaños cuya superficie se reduce ante el escrutinio. La paz para nosotros está mucho en el brinco, en los momentos de libre suspensión entre soportes, no en el arribo a los adagios, no en la exaltación ni en la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/3864657625450049275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=3864657625450049275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3864657625450049275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3864657625450049275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/producto-agotado.html' title='Producto Agotado'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-931454679852529147</id><published>2009-01-25T09:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:14:21.192-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindbomb'/><title type='text'>Eyelids</title><summary type='text'>We were sitting in front of the tube when it was made self-evident: we were going to make the world righteous, starting now. Those years of behavioral passiveness were going to be dead-stopped through a funnel of undeniable darkness. Its chaotic and uneven influx would be rendered black by the customs of our filtering system. Their product, if any, would be censored at will, and then become </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/931454679852529147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=931454679852529147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/931454679852529147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/931454679852529147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/eyelids.html' title='Eyelids'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4475807440361322369</id><published>2009-01-20T21:10:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:04:26.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>De rectángulos, arte y Ratcatcher.</title><summary type='text'>La línea recta perfecta sobresale, precisamente, por su escasa presencia en la naturaleza. Las líneas verdaderamente rectas, sin embargo, abundan en lo de hechura humana: edificios, máquinas, decoraciones, obeliscos. Lo mismo ocurre con el ángulo recto, que ocurre espontáneamente con baja frecuencia en este ludismo de incertidumbre llamado realidad. Línea recta y ángulo recto son más bien </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4475807440361322369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4475807440361322369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4475807440361322369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4475807440361322369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-rectngulos-arte-y-ratcatcher.html' title='De rectángulos, arte y Ratcatcher.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SXaffomHg5I/AAAAAAAAALs/7PcVEK5twKg/s72-c/ratcatcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5929316741332115091</id><published>2009-01-20T10:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:19:19.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman dixit</title><summary type='text'>"Luthor Lex sed Lex"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5929316741332115091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5929316741332115091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5929316741332115091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5929316741332115091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/superman-dixit.html' title='Superman dixit'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4677029310523743609</id><published>2009-01-18T23:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:10:05.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Testigo</title><summary type='text'>Rara vez la tierra aquí deja de temblar. A veces oscila como si el vals del mundo se ejecutara sobre el lomo de una gargantúa ebria y cósmica. Entonces uno ve doble, y no atina nunca en los dardos, ni se puede dibujar sin que se estríe de horizonte el intento. Aunque los amantes, me han dicho, lo disfrutan. Otras tantas la tierra brinca de puro nervio y entonces soporte y mundo se despiden por un</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4677029310523743609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4677029310523743609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4677029310523743609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4677029310523743609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/testigo.html' title='Testigo'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-1911222239746747191</id><published>2009-01-18T01:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:22:10.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Minúsculas mayúsculas</title><summary type='text'>Patricia Espinosa, en El País“México no es un Estado fallido”Estoy de acuerdo: México es un estado fallido.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/1911222239746747191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=1911222239746747191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1911222239746747191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1911222239746747191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/minsculas-maysculas.html' title='Minúsculas mayúsculas'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4025537491937144821</id><published>2009-01-16T22:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:49:18.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No nos abandone: Free comics!</title><summary type='text'>sé que no ha habido mucha salida por este medio, hoy, trato débilmente de compensar a los incautos que se les atraviese este blog con una serie de viñetas que vale la pena seguir. La revista del New York Times, en sus páginas de "tiras cómicas" ha publicado el año pasado por lo menos tres líneas de historia que vale la pena bajar y leer en esos lapsos sanitarios que tanto cultivan el ocio. Lo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4025537491937144821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4025537491937144821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4025537491937144821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4025537491937144821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-nos-abandone-free-comics.html' title='No nos abandone: Free comics!'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SXFnMM1laDI/AAAAAAAAALc/KxfGJJMLsrI/s72-c/mrwonderful.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-6798189827477469255</id><published>2009-01-07T22:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:05:45.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Asininan disclosure</title><summary type='text'>"You don’t seem to be suffering.I don’t?You seem happy.Well, sure. But not always. Sometimes it’s hard. Yeah. Sometimes it’s so hard. I mean, you can’t always suffer. It’s hard to suffer all the time. But I suffer enough. I suffer sometimes.Why do you want to share your suffering?By sharing it I will dilute it....And that will heal you?Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"-Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/6798189827477469255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=6798189827477469255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6798189827477469255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6798189827477469255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/asininan-disclosure.html' title='Asininan disclosure'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-6513413548948994556</id><published>2009-01-01T17:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:43:01.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Las diez mejores pelis del 2008</title><summary type='text'>Para no dejar abajo a mi queridísimo amigo Janusz en su arrebato de Alta Fidelidad, le he prometido que subiría mi propio Top 10 de pelis del 2008, estas son pelis que a lo mejor las hicieron en años anteriores, pero que sólo se proyectaron en pantallas mexicanas durante este año, sin mas, va mi peculiar lista:10.- Iron Man (2008). John Favreau.9.- Wall-e (2008). Andrew Stanton.8.- Snow Angels (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/6513413548948994556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=6513413548948994556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6513413548948994556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6513413548948994556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/las-diez-mejores-pelis-del-2008.html' title='Las diez mejores pelis del 2008'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-198740321316093094</id><published>2008-12-27T18:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:26:41.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases de aeropuerto</title><summary type='text'>Los otros son sólo una manera de actuar en el no yo, de disolver el sí mismo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/198740321316093094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=198740321316093094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/198740321316093094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/198740321316093094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/12/frases-de-aeropuerto.html' title='Frases de aeropuerto'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4703658335768846983</id><published>2008-12-23T12:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:43.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Media hora de condición humana</title><summary type='text'>Las vacaciones permiten retomar esos sitios a los que uno replica "Ah, sí, ¡se ve muy bien! Debo verlo luego." y se quedan bajo la etérea tutela de la pestaña de Bookmarks. Este video es probablemente la media hora mejor invertida de mis vacaciones. Daniel Gilbert hace un llamado a la sensatez al hacernos ver lo económicamente irracionales que son muchas de nuestras decisiones, y lo hace con gran</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4703658335768846983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4703658335768846983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4703658335768846983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4703658335768846983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/12/media-hora-de-condicin-humana.html' title='Media hora de condición humana'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-3078864886830838898</id><published>2008-12-14T23:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:06:04.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Némesis</title><summary type='text'>"Mácula. Soberbia. Chorra. Inmunda. Estulta. Hijaputa." Y así le llenó la espalda a Esmeralda con improperios escritos en indeleble y firme caligrafía. Planas de odio que subrayaba cada vez con más fuerza hasta que la piel de ella gritaba agudeciendo cada trazo. A él, éste chillido invasor le ponía todavía más, apretando hasta la horadación el plumón para al fin dejarlo sin punta. Esmeralda ni </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/3078864886830838898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=3078864886830838898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3078864886830838898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3078864886830838898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/12/nmesis.html' title='Némesis'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7982308113414141068</id><published>2008-12-08T23:38:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:18:12.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Las ciudades y las formas. 1</title><summary type='text'>A Anhelicia le precede la promesa de lo que sería Anhelicia. Uno sabe que se acerca a ella porque ésta aparece como breves y tangenciales episodios prendidos de los cantos de los juglares como finos alfileres que sostuvieron esa ciudad como la más suntuosa de las empresas humanas. De estas asomadas puntas se sabe que la ciudad obtuvo su nombre porque los morteros y albañiles sólo construyeron </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7982308113414141068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7982308113414141068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7982308113414141068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7982308113414141068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/12/las-ciudades-y-las-formas-i.html' title='Las ciudades y las formas. 1'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5187762825365715478</id><published>2008-12-05T07:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:47:48.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Público Selecto</title><summary type='text'>La selección natural o es pragmatismo involuntario o es mero accidente.La selección artificial o es pragmatismo voluntario, o es selección natural.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5187762825365715478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5187762825365715478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5187762825365715478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5187762825365715478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/12/pblico-selecto.html' title='Público Selecto'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7638961073520742749</id><published>2008-12-03T20:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:45:26.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Posturas incómodas, parte 2</title><summary type='text'>¿Para cuándo la gravedad de la melancolía, la geometría (angulosa y cerrada) del dolor, la cinética de la nostalgia, la estadística de la moral, la estequiometría de la pasión, la mecánica del destino, la selección natural de las equivocaciones, la derivada de la fe?¿Para cuándo, la integral de lo humano?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7638961073520742749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7638961073520742749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7638961073520742749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7638961073520742749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/12/posturas-incmodas-parte-2.html' title='Posturas incómodas, parte 2'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-368182135208229269</id><published>2008-12-01T23:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:43:16.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daedelus live feed at D.F.</title><summary type='text'>Platicábalo con Isis: Hay eventos que, intuye uno, nunca presenciará. Es mas, ni siquiera uno se atreve a usar la imaginación porque acabaría el figmento como parodia difícil y pedaceada. Uno de estos eventos imposibilitados, para ambos, era precisamente ver el performance-happening-acto de Daedelus vis-a-vis. Todo momento tiene una calidad de único (la temporal, al menos) pero pocas veces uno </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/368182135208229269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=368182135208229269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/368182135208229269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/368182135208229269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/12/daedelus-live-feed-at-df.html' title='Daedelus live feed at D.F.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-712159481661209109</id><published>2008-11-29T09:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:48:37.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentidito</title><summary type='text'>Usar la palabra "sentido" tiene mucho de solución y acotamiento de lo inexpresable (es un sinsentido, lo he presentido, tiene sentido). Este vocablo parece tocar el extremo último de lo que es comprensible por lógica y asociación, requiere de algo más. Salicita la percecpión de los sentidos, la experiencia local, la dirección inequívoca que dicta el complejo apareo entre lo percibido y lo emitido</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/712159481661209109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=712159481661209109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/712159481661209109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/712159481661209109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/11/sentidito.html' title='Sentidito'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5426897961316750760</id><published>2008-11-22T09:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:39:55.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoja de ruta</title><summary type='text'>Había acabado el prolegómeno de su vida. Raúl sostiene febril y nervioso las hojas sueltas de su potencial sino así como se sostiene un mapa cuyo repliegue es de origámica solución. La duda, que es la inercia de la voluntad, le impide por un momento dibujar con el cuerpo la siguiente acción. Sonríe al fin, porque ocurrió el primer imprevisto. Se han invertido los papeles: tiene los motivos en la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5426897961316750760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5426897961316750760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5426897961316750760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5426897961316750760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoja-de-ruta.html' title='Hoja de ruta'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7574668040957682496</id><published>2008-11-19T22:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:19:52.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Âge des ténèbres</title><summary type='text'>Oh sí, vaya que ha regresado Denys Arcand. ¿Puede una peli doblarte de risa y al mismo tiempo aterrizarte en una desesperación-evasión que flota entre American beauty y Brazil?A veces uno ama la letra, otras la viñeta, hoy tocó al filme.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7574668040957682496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7574668040957682496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7574668040957682496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7574668040957682496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/11/lge-des-tnbres.html' title='L&apos;Âge des ténèbres'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2196278489076126644</id><published>2008-11-17T10:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:30:00.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Hornschemeier</title><summary type='text'>Llevo un año de conocer la obra de Paul Hornschemeier. Habitante de la activísima ciudad de Chicago, que es hoy para la narrativa gŕafica lo que fue Seattle para el grunge o Bristol para el trip-hop. El trabajo de Hornschemeier se antoja introspectivo-furtivo, sus personajes e historias suceden en la teatralidad de lo común (una visita a los padres, la chica que trabaja en una tienda de ropa, un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2196278489076126644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2196278489076126644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2196278489076126644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2196278489076126644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/11/paul-hornschemeier.html' title='Paul Hornschemeier'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-8745009869892062406</id><published>2008-11-13T21:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:32:13.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La Pátina detrás de la nada.</title><summary type='text'>El artista rasgó una línea resentida y curva sobre el lienzo, que quizá delimitara la jaspeada dermis del  amante, un horizonte imperfecto (como todos), un ojo pertrechado. Disminuido entre tanta posibilidad el artista aparenta una bifurcación con otro trazo inocuo que ahora invadía en sentido perpendicular el  plano mancillado: ora la cruz débil y postrada que se dibuja desde el (ese sí eterno) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/8745009869892062406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=8745009869892062406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8745009869892062406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8745009869892062406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-ptina-detrs-de-la-nada.html' title='La Pátina detrás de la nada.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4654872471049115783</id><published>2008-11-12T11:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:04:04.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Cohen and Global Warming</title><summary type='text'>Curiosamente, en estos tiempos de fatalismo gaseoso, este fragmento de una canción de Leonard Cohen me pareció un gracioso epígrafe para la humanidad:"I told my mother mother I must leave youPreserve my room but do not shed a tearShould rumour of a shabby ending reach youIt was half my fault and half the atmosphere"The traitor - L. CohenAnd our cities shall bear our mark, signing for us: "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4654872471049115783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4654872471049115783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4654872471049115783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4654872471049115783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/11/leonard-cohen-and-global-warming.html' title='Leonard Cohen and Global Warming'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5189808133129727176</id><published>2008-11-09T19:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:12:49.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendetismo</title><summary type='text'>"Soy un convencido de que jamás lograré escribir. Ahí está ese gran pensador que se me hizo odioso desde que quiso encerrarme en el duodécimo paréntesis de su primera página*; salté el palito final cuando ya lo estaba parando él y me juré no leer. Pero no leer es como un mutismo pasivo, escribir es el verdadero modo de no leer y de vengarse de haberse leído tanto."  A fotografiarse - Macedonio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5189808133129727176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5189808133129727176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5189808133129727176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5189808133129727176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/11/vendetismo.html' title='Vendetismo'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4797189532950261836</id><published>2008-11-03T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:03:17.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Einsteinian</title><summary type='text'>"It's a miracle that curiosity survives formal education."Al.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4797189532950261836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4797189532950261836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4797189532950261836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4797189532950261836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/11/einsteinian.html' title='Einsteinian'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4002674072246286252</id><published>2008-11-01T13:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:21:01.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roald Hoffmann: persona extraordinaria.</title><summary type='text'>Extracto de la autobiografía de Roald Hoffmmann, ganador del nobel en 1981, desde nobelprize.org:"I have been asked to summarize my contributions to science.My research interests are in the electronic structure of stable and unstable molecules, and of transition states in reactions. I apply a variety of computational methods, semiempirical and nonempirical, as well as qualitative arguments, to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4002674072246286252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4002674072246286252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4002674072246286252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4002674072246286252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/11/roald-hoffmann-persona-extraordinaria.html' title='Roald Hoffmann: persona extraordinaria.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-8442286934230997004</id><published>2008-10-29T20:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:39:06.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Posturas incómodas, parte 1</title><summary type='text'>Cuando se escribe sobre las razones de los actos del hombre, muchos invocan su hambre de deseo. Sin embargo, pocos revelan que también éste es dirigido por lo satisfecho que está de miedo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/8442286934230997004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=8442286934230997004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8442286934230997004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8442286934230997004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/posturas-incmodas-parte-1.html' title='Posturas incómodas, parte 1'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5562720058586834728</id><published>2008-10-28T23:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:07:43.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arribista</title><summary type='text'>Pateó el guijarro lo más fuerte que pudo y al grito de "¡ARRIBISTA!" se encogió de hombros y sin mayor premura despilfarró su morralla sobre el pasto, creando un nuevo (y falso) Dios para los testigos. Así derrochaba ________ su sed de parsimonia y complacencia, vertiendo su ganancia pero sin pérdida. Ahora, rodeado de un corifeo de postrados apóstoles e inmerso de vítores falsables que conforme </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5562720058586834728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5562720058586834728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5562720058586834728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5562720058586834728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/arribista.html' title='Arribista'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-924122977949115652</id><published>2008-10-28T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:42:52.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalisquillo</title><summary type='text'>Los tres pecados capitales en Jalisco son:IraEdá y Ey.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/924122977949115652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=924122977949115652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/924122977949115652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/924122977949115652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/jalisquillo.html' title='Jalisquillo'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-8984669284358941966</id><published>2008-10-28T16:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:29:05.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Razones Filológico-Estéticas para estudiar Vasco</title><summary type='text'>En Euskera, la k divide macabramente a la verdad (eu-)del tiempo (era).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/8984669284358941966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=8984669284358941966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8984669284358941966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8984669284358941966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/razones-filolgico-estticas-para.html' title='Razones Filológico-Estéticas para estudiar Vasco'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-3257370249296835002</id><published>2008-10-27T22:18:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:18:18.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arscientia: The role art must play in science</title><summary type='text'>Si la subjetividad (la anteposición del yo y mi experiencia ante el fenómeno) es tradicionalmente tan inoperante-inútil-evitada en la ciencia, aquí viene Jonah Lehrer a cambiar la (anquilosada) perspectiva:"Neuroscience has yet to capture the first-person perspective. Its reductionist approach has no place for the "I" at the center of everything (...) Artists like Woolf (...) have amassed a large</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/3257370249296835002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=3257370249296835002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3257370249296835002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/3257370249296835002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/arscientia-role-art-must-play-in.html' title='Arscientia: The role art must play in science'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-516742147523906918</id><published>2008-10-21T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:28:40.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autor: Cerillo</title><summary type='text'>"A veces me siento como pájaro alicaído que picotea en lo que acontece y que contempla con angustia la cada vez más débil voluntad de involucrarme en la actividad que percibo alrededor. Prefiero caer en constantes reflexiones que me alejan de los crudos, instintivos y cotidianos campos de batalla."- tomado de enelcaos.Y uno pretende que sustituye la experiencia con la sapiencia. Y entregado a una</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/516742147523906918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=516742147523906918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/516742147523906918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/516742147523906918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/autor-cerillo.html' title='Autor: Cerillo'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4331062082455009667</id><published>2008-10-21T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:56:52.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralelos</title><summary type='text'>Ella me conoce y me sabe. Sabe que hay que ir a la cama temprano porque mañana es la entrega de los reportes bimestrales y ella sabe los míos devengan primero que los suyos. Ella me comprende y apaga el televisor y me da el beso de la noche antes de colocar mi toalla, cepillo y mi desodorante en la tapa del inodoroen una bella danza de entrega y humildad para que yo no pierda valiosos segundos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4331062082455009667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4331062082455009667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4331062082455009667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4331062082455009667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/paralelos.html' title='Paralelos'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5053662944802463634</id><published>2008-10-20T13:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:35:27.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny and lovely chemistry answers</title><summary type='text'>A reward from being a teacher si that you get a lot of reading from your class, exams are an ever-lasting source of funny answers, though you have to pipe up a little chemistry to get the joke:Misnomers:"negative crepuscules" -- meant "negative corpuscules""cyclonometer"  ---- meant "cyclotron""the big band was created" ----- meant "the big bang had created"Which trend do you see in this graph?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5053662944802463634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5053662944802463634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5053662944802463634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5053662944802463634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-and-lovely-chemistry-answers.html' title='Funny and lovely chemistry answers'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-927637727801727277</id><published>2008-10-13T19:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:32:30.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reprise</title><summary type='text'>Bravo por Noruega. Los Nórdicos ya tienen alguien que siga a la par del danés Christoffer Boe en la realización de ese cine de nerviosa y agitada edición. Además, la primera pelicula de Joachim Trier ofrece una ópera prima que ofrece riesgo, aventura y profundidad, pero, sobre todo, gran factura y cinetipia. Sobre, todo su cine ofrece identidad, acaso veamos el surgimiento de un nuevo cine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/927637727801727277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=927637727801727277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/927637727801727277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/927637727801727277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/reprise.html' title='Reprise'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-8252485564600746969</id><published>2008-10-12T18:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:19:58.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate-post: Requiem por La Tempestad</title><summary type='text'>No es nada fácil sostener una publicación periódica, mucho menos en México y todavía menos si ésta está completamente dedicada a las letras, a la arquitectura, diseño y a "las estéticas del viaje". Aún cuando este triumvirato te asegura una base de consumidores aspirantes a culturosos y curiosos. Y de eso va la publicación bimestral "La Tempestad", desde hace más de 6 años. Y ha sobrevivido </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/8252485564600746969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=8252485564600746969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8252485564600746969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8252485564600746969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/hate-post-requiem-por-la-tempestad.html' title='Hate-post: Requiem por &lt;i&gt;La Tempestad&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5717709384351757677</id><published>2008-10-11T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:39:53.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kindness of Strangers</title><summary type='text'>"There's no room for doing what you need to do, there's room only to do what you want to do, with your head a hive of guilt."-Dave Eggers , We Can't Fix Anything, Even the Smallest Things, in Cuba - The Kindness of Strangers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5717709384351757677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5717709384351757677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5717709384351757677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5717709384351757677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/kindness-of-strangers.html' title='The Kindness of Strangers'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-129822864499220874</id><published>2008-10-06T22:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:45:46.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Estetica del desencanto.</title><summary type='text'>Aunque el titulo parezca peluqueria de una distopia, no es ese el asunto que me atañe. Hoy me cubre un velo mas bien cínico y prostetico. Desos que incitan el animo de desahuciar la punta de lengua y dejarla seca de palabras. Vamos pues, a cortar la verborrea.Sobre el valor estético de las obras sobre el desencanto.Si algo hizo la literatura beat fue popularizar el género  de la miserabilidad y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/129822864499220874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=129822864499220874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/129822864499220874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/129822864499220874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/10/estetica-del-desencanto.html' title='Estetica del desencanto.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5269330499534451764</id><published>2008-09-30T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:23:56.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Times</title><summary type='text'>Señales de la modernidad, en el Mercado Negro donde:1.- Encuentras un celular sin cargador.2.- No encuentras un cargador sin celular.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5269330499534451764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5269330499534451764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5269330499534451764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5269330499534451764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/09/modern-times.html' title='Modern Times'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2737534753562300118</id><published>2008-09-03T18:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:29:05.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I fly like paper, get high like planes</title><summary type='text'>Después de ver el Trailer de Pineapple Express, ha vuelto a renacer esa debilidad por M.I.A. que tenía dormida por un año. Y es que esta canción tiene tanto BANG BANG BANG BANG, que merece todo mi KA-CHING!Enjoy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2737534753562300118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2737534753562300118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2737534753562300118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2737534753562300118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-fly-like-paper-get-high-like-planes.html' title='I fly like paper, get high like planes'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5404959061196107674</id><published>2008-08-31T22:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:50:14.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction: Captcha</title><summary type='text'>Lots he knew about word puzzles, the fickleness of fuzzy wording, but little did he know about the inmobility of databases. However, thrusted between hope and despair, he kept reloading the captcha, struggling to be able to figure out, to read in the next puzzle-image these very words: "It will be fine."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5404959061196107674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5404959061196107674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5404959061196107674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5404959061196107674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/08/microfiction-captcha.html' title='Microfiction: Captcha'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-932392059193098472</id><published>2008-08-30T18:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:57:47.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How-to's</title><summary type='text'>How to make somebody happy ever after:1.- Match up and fall in love with someone who is, above everything else, curious.2.- Then, when asked, NEVER tell him/her why you are with him/her.PS.- Of course, do not even suggest you read it from this blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/932392059193098472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=932392059193098472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/932392059193098472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/932392059193098472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-tos.html' title='How-to&apos;s'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5982968651144984187</id><published>2008-08-27T23:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:06:58.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of cinephotography</title><summary type='text'>Hay muchas películas para discutir sus elementos narrativos (historia, construcción del personaje, manejo y estructura temporal, tipo de narrador) y otras (menos) para discutir su significación, su motivo, elán  (análisis exegético). Pero las hay. Sin embargo existen realmente pocas donde el emplazamiento visual, la fotografía, la complejísima polinarrativa de la luz pueda llevarnos a una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5982968651144984187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5982968651144984187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5982968651144984187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5982968651144984187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/08/meaning-of-cinephotography.html' title='The meaning of cinephotography'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SLYrOISVBSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p2szv_vI8vE/s72-c/daysofheaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4394173154134254285</id><published>2008-08-25T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:50:45.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oferta</title><summary type='text'>Hoy, deambulando, me encontré con una oferta imposible de ignorar:MAQUILLAJE SOCIAL350 pesosY uno se para a pensar...y rasca la cartera por un momento.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4394173154134254285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4394173154134254285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4394173154134254285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4394173154134254285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/08/oferta.html' title='Oferta'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2583876024634618406</id><published>2008-08-19T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:48:15.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading makes you younger</title><summary type='text'>Anyone can find meaning in a set of words if given enough time to keep on at them, However it will be no more than this sort of acquired-constructed-efforted meaning, a creation hence a possession. And as such secretive and isolated. This meaning is also likely to acquire more value to the bearer to the finder due to the amount of time it took to distill it, its value directly propotional to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2583876024634618406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2583876024634618406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2583876024634618406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2583876024634618406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/08/reading-makes-you-younger.html' title='Reading makes you younger'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5724049181818047819</id><published>2008-08-18T23:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:44:00.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before the devil knows you&apos;re deaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I sent my girl down the trebuchet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dónde está wally?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niño índigo'/><title type='text'>Morale</title><summary type='text'>Hay que empezar entendiendo que la abstinencia lo pone a uno moralino. Como si resistir cualquier embate posible de la tentación parapetado desde una indisoluble premonición de desastre fuera equivalente a un voluntario ascetismo. No, existen vidas sin acción porque la inacción pesa más del otro lado, otras porque todo el ímpetu de la acción está abocado al salario, y existe la inacción que yo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5724049181818047819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5724049181818047819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5724049181818047819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5724049181818047819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/08/morale.html' title='Morale'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-4663798041697537027</id><published>2008-07-22T23:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:10:31.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion is for  whom?</title><summary type='text'>"But now all this has changed: other interests were crowding in, exciting me, seducing me, pulling me in different ways. Life had become broader, richer, in a way, but it was also shallower, too. That calm, deep center, my former passion, was no longer there. Adolescence had rushed upon me, like a typhoon, buffeting me with insatiable longings. [...] Now, at school, I was forced to sit in classes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/4663798041697537027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=4663798041697537027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4663798041697537027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/4663798041697537027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/07/passion-is-for-whom.html' title='Passion is for  whom?'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SIa9DYVNHpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BrXfmHT2wyE/s72-c/4118B3Y3J7L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-1157295353363610410</id><published>2008-07-19T23:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:07:39.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Math</title><summary type='text'>Los invitos a que hagan una suma de estas imágenes: + </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/1157295353363610410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=1157295353363610410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1157295353363610410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1157295353363610410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-math.html' title='Do the Math'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SILGmKUDNuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dNThGJbtrCI/s72-c/amelie_web1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2599148242310158389</id><published>2008-07-12T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:18:09.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Google Making Us Stupid?</title><summary type='text'>¿Lograrás leer completo este artículo?http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200807/googleNo quisiera leerme purista, pero cada vez leo menos en papel, más en cantidad, más en variedad e contenidos. Prolifera el pensamiento horizontal, el "free-thinking" la asociación libre(res poetica) , retrocede el análisis, la inmersión, la concentración el monotópic (la prosa). Hay que leerlo, y luego pensarlo. Y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2599148242310158389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2599148242310158389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2599148242310158389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2599148242310158389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-google-making-us-stupid.html' title='Is Google Making Us Stupid?'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7696437309548390555</id><published>2008-07-03T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:45:22.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The rational gap or Should we think in logarithms?</title><summary type='text'>Having read Philip Ball's note on how french researchers have concluded that uneducated, uncivilized (nono-westernalized, you could say) aborigins from the Amazon, do not calculate in terms of linear increments, rather than logarithms has put me in little bit more than a rush. Why is that? Well, in terms of economics, our models a largely based on linear, regular increment (interval) assumptions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7696437309548390555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7696437309548390555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7696437309548390555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7696437309548390555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/07/rational-gap-or-should-we-think-in.html' title='The rational gap or Should we think in logarithms?'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2845858454491497576</id><published>2008-06-26T11:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:19:29.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Geek</title><summary type='text'>He instalado y puesto a punto Ubuntu. Rulea, mucho. Adiós para siempre a Windows. So long, William.Tanto tiempo enfrente de la PC me ha hecho desear que ésta fuera menos polímero y más actitud, las computadoras son (exceptuando a las cool as white mac) unas verdaderas estetófagas del escritorio. Creo que pronto haré algo de modding para recrearme la vista, nevgando por ahí, me he encontrado con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2845858454491497576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2845858454491497576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2845858454491497576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2845858454491497576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/06/pc-geek.html' title='PC Geek'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SGPKTNlqW5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ySxIczuWSe8/s72-c/M16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-8365604602299958626</id><published>2008-06-12T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:44:27.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspirasoso</title><summary type='text'>i----------------- dice:quizas ud tmb dice mentirasi----------------- dice:talvez todo lo q sabemos es parte de una bien elaborada mentir para evitar a toda costa q sepamos la verdadi ---------------- dice:y quizas no hay tal cosa como la verdad y estemos atrapados en una subjetividad de postmodernismo por siempre!!!!!!Hedonometrician dice:ya-ya relativista epistemológico, bájale a tu Feyerabend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/8365604602299958626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=8365604602299958626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8365604602299958626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/8365604602299958626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/06/dilogos-en-confianza.html' title='Conspirasoso'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7271932298876904135</id><published>2008-06-06T19:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:29:39.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellos te quieren emplear</title><summary type='text'>A veces uno quisiera no saber leer entre líneas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7271932298876904135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7271932298876904135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7271932298876904135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7271932298876904135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/06/ellos-te-quieren-emplear.html' title='Ellos te quieren emplear'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SEnVGxcZ9WI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IibGYqJBiqs/s72-c/26-05-08_180451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5947533133436457770</id><published>2008-06-05T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:25:11.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedacera</title><summary type='text'>Tan grande fué La Revelación, que el mero contorno de ella le hizo saber que sólo restaba callar y esperar sonriente su plácida muerte.Tan arraigado es lo bello al acto de crear, que uno comprende por qué La Creación, La Belleza y La Deidad son siempre confundidas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5947533133436457770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5947533133436457770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5947533133436457770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5947533133436457770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/06/pedacera.html' title='Pedacera'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5466580710980381277</id><published>2008-05-23T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:34:00.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The king of the white chip</title><summary type='text'>Go watch it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5466580710980381277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5466580710980381277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5466580710980381277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5466580710980381277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/05/king-of-white-chip.html' title='The king of the white chip'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SDdUQhLbzvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aYutI7MNUxM/s72-c/myblueberrynights05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-900365514294752578</id><published>2008-05-17T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:50:08.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardmix (T.S. Eliot vs Teen tops)</title><summary type='text'>The PlagueThe plague has fallen, feastingin its gayly dance whilst, rockingbodies in such timely fashion, reigningon this waste land 'til beyond.Thus it spread chiefly, commandingus to rock and roll to match it, and turned  us blind to its malignant pace,our yearnings atop, taken ablaze.A hauling call for a priest,to marry me and the plague, notfor beauty, nor for pity, forits dance, then for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/900365514294752578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=900365514294752578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/900365514294752578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/900365514294752578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/05/hardmix-ts-eliot-vs-teen-tops.html' title='Hardmix (T.S. Eliot vs Teen tops)'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-6146213119435809229</id><published>2008-05-16T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:53:25.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make way to those who may not use it</title><summary type='text'>My country is still raw.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/6146213119435809229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=6146213119435809229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6146213119435809229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/6146213119435809229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-way-to-those-who-may-not-use-it.html' title='Make way to those who may not use it'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SC4sZYlIBqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/n6crlmeuB6A/s72-c/15-05-08_144624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7499104091934733560</id><published>2008-05-09T16:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:27:02.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Omenator</title><summary type='text'>Dábase que Rigosushi se anima a hacerle plática a ese platonismo femenino que se regodeaba en esa vasta librería. Dábase, también, que el individuo había sido rechazado (siempre veladamente) por su misma ineptitud. Dábase, finalmente que, en esta tercera oportunidad, Rigosushi al fin comprende sus errores y se asoma al abordaje de tan imposible empresa. Y le habla.Y le contestan. Y responde.Y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7499104091934733560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7499104091934733560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7499104091934733560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7499104091934733560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/05/omenator.html' title='The Omenator'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SCTMZSEGvYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/clXVZkpsowM/s72-c/dalecooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-940714749467074456</id><published>2008-04-22T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:21:29.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy X</title><summary type='text'>Rigosushi ha estado harto. Harto ocupado. Y entre la pazgüatez de su bloque de tiempo homogéneo que suele llamar vida se encuentra con un musical highlight de vez en cuando. No tengo más que ofrecerles, por ahora.Enjoy.Myspace de Cowboy X.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/940714749467074456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=940714749467074456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/940714749467074456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/940714749467074456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/04/cowboy-x.html' title='Cowboy X'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SA6cbjtJFqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6UionH9liqw/s72-c/cowboyx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-1622507231011327436</id><published>2008-03-30T09:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:07:27.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Common People</title><summary type='text'>En los noventas, todavía leía algunos cómics de Archie (golden age) y por supuesto escuchaba Pulp, mucho Pulp. Me costaría creer que no hiciera ambos en paralelo en algún momento, pero algo que nunca se me ocurriría es fusionar las letras de Pulp con Archie, pero, en estos laxos tiempos de lo posmo alguien se hizo a  crear la bizarra amalgama, el resultado es jocoso, jocoso y coherente, muy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/1622507231011327436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=1622507231011327436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1622507231011327436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/1622507231011327436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/03/common-people.html' title='Common People'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/R--27QjXYEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dXgYClIYGz0/s72-c/ArchiePeople07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-81165269193219222</id><published>2008-03-21T13:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:26:10.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrian Tomine</title><summary type='text'>Uno de mis autores favoritos de comics, ilustró la portada del New Yorker (cosa que antes Chris Ware también había hecho). ¿Cómo es que en Estados Unidos y Canada la literatura gráfica es valorada, mientras que acá seguimos presa del comic strip?Website oficial de Adrian Tomine.También encuentro fabulosos a:Paul Hornschmeier - Incluye algunas páginas de muestra.Kevin Huizenga - Muestra de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/81165269193219222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=81165269193219222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/81165269193219222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/81165269193219222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/03/adrian-tomine.html' title='Adrian Tomine'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/R-QIsAjXYDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/C7QzTeHo_gg/s72-c/ATNewYorkerD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-5551068459696786126</id><published>2008-03-18T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:05:27.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vs.</title><summary type='text'>Hace unos días, un amigo retomó un texto que publiqué aquí y, además de hacer el favor de hacerle "proof-reading", hizo la doble labor de construir un texto libre que se revuelve sobre el mismo tema. Ambos textos pueden tomarse como contrapunto y encontrarse en un texto que no tiene dueño (Internet dixit). ¡Disfruten!Texto A: La mecánica de la Inacción.Por: RicosushiTodo nace de lo previo, por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/5551068459696786126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=5551068459696786126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5551068459696786126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/5551068459696786126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/03/vs.html' title='Vs.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-7945145878806359909</id><published>2008-03-16T23:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:29:27.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the games begin</title><summary type='text'>Haneke, el verdadero terrorista mental del cine estrena esta semana un remake propio. Tan sólo pensar que pudo haber revisado las escenas tan explícitas y desafiantes de esta peli, pone a cualquiera a pensar si tiene estómago para semejante caldo de nervio.Además, este post tan banal es para presumir el poster, que me parece fenómeno.Va el trailer:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/7945145878806359909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=7945145878806359909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7945145878806359909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/7945145878806359909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-games-begin.html' title='Let the games begin'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/R94BlhMoquI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qu4UHGrLJ-A/s72-c/funnygames1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391801.post-2065328459006419472</id><published>2008-02-28T23:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:20:25.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert.Play.Eject.Repeat.</title><summary type='text'>Simón, curtido amante, se sabe que desespera ante el aumento de las variables y por eso se ha hecho a desviar lo complejo hacia lo imperceptible.Y ella intenta comprenderle. Ella intenta quererle.Y Simón sabe, incluso quisiera, pero decide ignorarla porque:Que él es SimónQue es ellay su desesperacióny su oferta de quererloy su nueva presenciay su oculta esenciay su frágil ignoranciay el escaso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/feeds/2065328459006419472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5391801&amp;postID=2065328459006419472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2065328459006419472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391801/posts/default/2065328459006419472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricosushi.blogspot.com/2008/02/insertplayejectrepeat.html' title='Insert.Play.Eject.Repeat.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxEUulDCR9M/SWWMXPAngOI/AAAAAAAAALA/UK1T7SXeXiI/S220/floating.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
