<?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-8605309566652594178</id><updated>2011-08-03T17:36:21.942-07:00</updated><category term='Elements'/><category term='notas'/><title type='text'>mmmm, Algo Interesante...</title><subtitle type='html'>Cosas interesantes... por lo menos para alguien en este universo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-8752344162916362451</id><published>2009-07-05T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:04:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriousness - A story of how a lone cub tries to become a lone wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a thing about Nathan that many people give for granted, the fact that he is a serious person, but this was not always true. When he was young and in the process of turning himself into a lone wolf, many of his before called friends begin ignoring him. He thought this was because he was too childish to appeal to someone of his age, he was still a child back then, but he wasn't that childish as far as many people concern of childness, he was as childish as whatever normal child is. However, this seamed too childish for his friends and aquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;He used to read a lot, and as a result of this his imagination was glowing with far-away lands, adventures, misteries, romances and tresueres. He made then a romantic image of a perfect person, the heroe who rescued the princes locked in the castle or the fierce capitan of a ship who fought for what he believed was good and right, or the man who gives away everything in serch of a better world. He looked up to the greatest clasical heroes, Ulisses, Aquiles, Ivanhoe, king Arthur, Don Quijote de la Mancha and many more.&lt;br /&gt;He loved this world but, as a result of all this events, Nathan began asking himself how to become more grown-up, he looked at every adult he knew and he thought he had found in them the answer. He shall become a serious person in order to appear more growned up. So he locked up this imaginary world of him in a solid stone wall, only revealing to him as dreams, stories and drawing of this far-away lands, adventures, misteries, romances and tresueres.&lt;br /&gt;In the end nothing was going as he thought it would go, he was serious, maybe too serious for a child and as a result he became lonelier than he used to be. He was now a lone wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-8752344162916362451?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/8752344162916362451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=8752344162916362451' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/8752344162916362451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/8752344162916362451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriousness-story-of-how-lone-cub-tries.html' title='Seriousness - A story of how a lone cub tries to become a lone wolf'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-1468272768215753524</id><published>2009-06-25T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:58:35.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologe - Lonelyness - The story of how a child became a lone cub</title><content type='html'>Nathan used to be a child, as any other person in the world ever was one time, he used to be happy, playing with his toys and his friends. By this time he was like any other child, he hated homework and wanted to become someday an astronaut. Her family was a very loving one and he was happy with them, he loved her mother and her father more than any child loves their parents, and his parents loved him even more. They ensured he was safe and educated him so he, someday, would become a great person and a great professional, a nitzchean übermann. He obey them blindly, knowing that they wanted the best for him, so he studied, and felt happy studing because that made his parents happy, and that made him happy.&lt;br /&gt;But this years wouldn't last and one day, when Nathan was 8, a new child came to his school. As any child he went to talk to him, soon he realized that that child ,for some reason, didn't like him, and as any other child of his age does he started to bother him. He also noticed that that kid was tring an succeding to make his friends not to like him, so he felt real sadness for the first time in his short life.&lt;br /&gt;With the best sence of cold undchildish logic he got to the conclution that he never wanted to feel like that again, and ,in order to do so, he would be alone, counting on his parents for support and company. He decided to become a lone wolf by being first a lone cub, and this is how it all began.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-1468272768215753524?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/1468272768215753524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=1468272768215753524' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/1468272768215753524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/1468272768215753524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2009/06/prologe-lonelyness-story-of-how-child.html' title='Prologe - Lonelyness - The story of how a child became a lone cub'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-2655573979795167646</id><published>2009-05-28T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:14:02.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas'/><title type='text'>Nota sobre "Elements"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola, espero que les aya gustado la serie "Elements", esta en ingles xq se me ocurrio escribirlas en ingles, aunque mucha gente q usualmente lee(o leia) este blog tiene suficiente conocimiento del idioma para entenderlo. Para los que no saben ingles, no confien en el traductor de google, lo traduce muy mal, despues posteare "Elements" en español para hacerlo mas accesible a las masas del pais. Ahora empezare a escribir "Prologue" una serie de 5 historias cortas que son la explicacion de lo que paso mucho antes de "Elements" y sabran un poco de Nathan Danniels y de como se metio en esta complicada situacion. Asi como en "Elements" vendra acompañado de una cancion que creo sera la mas adecuada para cada historia.&lt;br /&gt;Mucho mas adelante ira saliendo "Revelations", pero eso es otro tema que dejare para mas adelante.&lt;br /&gt;Suerte y gracias de una manera u otra...&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-2655573979795167646?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/2655573979795167646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=2655573979795167646' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/2655573979795167646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/2655573979795167646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2009/05/nota-sobre-elements.html' title='Nota sobre &quot;Elements&quot;'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-4878275382491320575</id><published>2009-05-26T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:14:33.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elements'/><title type='text'>Reality - Epilogue of the short series of stories about a child's path to manhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing Nathan made changed the tides of what was ment to happen. All he did was useless, but he learned a great deal of experience and a new look of the world. As he moved across the lonely train he remembered all of what he had ever felt for her, and felt a lot of sorrow. He felt the universe was with him and against him at the same time, as everything he experienced made him suffer but taught him a lot about life and it's maquiavelic moves. He just wanted to go back in time with everything he knew then so he could undo every mistake he made so it would have been all better, but deep inside himself he knew that that would be all wrong. He realized, like Don Quijote did, that not all his thoughts were wright and that he may crash a lot windmills just if he kept pretending they were all giants.&lt;br /&gt;He had broken the shell of the fake world Hesse described on "Demian" and he was now on the path of becaming a man, and nobody would stop him, not even himself. He has his eyes wide now and he is armed with the knowledge he has taken from every experience. He is prepared to really live now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d6c7827" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-4878275382491320575?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/4878275382491320575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=4878275382491320575' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/4878275382491320575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/4878275382491320575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-epilogue-of-story.html' title='Reality - Epilogue of the short series of stories about a child&apos;s path to manhood'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-2776969392656856226</id><published>2009-05-24T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:14:20.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elements'/><title type='text'>Light - The last story about a path to really understand himself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything seamed to be confusing to Nathan, he thought the desition he made would make him happy, but he was misserable. Since the day he made that desition, he's known that something had to be changed. He reflected about this for a long time, trying to figure out what really what was really important to him. Every experience he had had taught him a new aspect of his life and made him think about everything he knew. He constantly asked himself if everything was real or not, if he was living in the real world or in an illusion he had created himself to emulate the real world, if every person saw the same colors as he did, if what he had done was the right thing to do and if he would change anything if he had the chance to go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;He had grown up more in that week than in the past yearand  he sudendly remembered a dream he had long ago, when everything was sunflowers and sunshine. He was in a path of light in a pitch black darkness, following a white dressed woman, the road didn't wanted for him to meet her, so it stoped him by graving his feet, but he kept running till he got free of the road. Then a black dressed woman appeared and begin to sing beautifully, like a siren, but he didn't stopped moving, so the woman stabed him on the back, but he kept running. When he got really close to the woman, himself appeared in front of him and stabbed him on the heart, but kept moving and he reached the woman, then he falled before even touching her, so he a word in a lenguage he couldn't fully understand in that moment. The woman heard the word, turned back, and hold him in her arms, she say that word and kissed him bringing him back to life, so could walk through that bright road and see togeter what was beyond it.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan then undestood the word he said, and everything became clear, the dream was not a prediction but a warning, to reach her he needed to grow up and understand it. He then knew what he needed to do. He openned his eyes, grabed his coat and got in way to met not only destiny, but his real self, to tell everything he had learned and to do it without thinking in the future, because it cannot be predicted. he was going to demonstrate her what was really behind that man she knew as Nathan Danniels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=878b64b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-2776969392656856226?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/2776969392656856226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=2776969392656856226' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/2776969392656856226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/2776969392656856226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2009/05/light-last-story-about-path-to-really.html' title='Light - The last story about a path to really understand himself'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-7564027016831384522</id><published>2009-05-23T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:14:51.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elements'/><title type='text'>Air - A story about thoughts and feelings flying through the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nathan looked at Alice's eyes and she looked somewhere else pretending she didn't saw the tender look he was having. He opened his soul to her, getting in response just an ice-cold face. Alice was the queen of snow land, but Nathan new that deep inside her, there was still something burning that the ice would not extinguish, he was trying to lighter it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's perfect plan was failing, he knew the possibility of success was low, but the odds now were against him and his hope was reduced to ashes. He began to think in strategies to get out, to solve everything or somethings in a way they would do the less harm. He began to think about distances and about the life in other places. He wanted to fly, to fly to never land, to go pass the second star to the right and keep going forward into dawn. His spirit wanted to be free of that cave it was into. He really wanted for all the pressure to stop, a quick way would be sufficient to do that, but it would mean to loose all he had worked for. He would now aim for a different objective, he would end everything in a good way, rather than the best way for him. It may not be so good for both of them, but it would leave everyone happy. He felt like hamlet, to be or not to be, that was the question, he said to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a sudden move he end everything the way it would leave everyone but themselves happy. He hugged her, and said the most pain phase he ever said till now, and kissed her goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2eabdfe" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-7564027016831384522?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/7564027016831384522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=7564027016831384522' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/7564027016831384522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/7564027016831384522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2009/05/nathan-looked-at-alices-eyes-and-she.html' title='Air - A story about thoughts and feelings flying through the air'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-7655320930974481467</id><published>2009-05-21T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:15:10.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elements'/><title type='text'>Fire - A story about a man's struggle with his thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A unnatural atmosphere was surrounding Nathan in his trials and tribulations. Right at that moment he was standing in front of the most unforgiving jury, the straightest judge, and the most feared and respected prosecutor. Next to him was only his lawyer, a man of few words and a strong conviction to justice, but he was a timid man and find it hard to speak in front of many people. The court was crowded with people, many of them were total strangers, Nathan recognized them all, however. The long room was filled with feelings, many of the them dangerous, many other were kind, but the bast majority was confused, who wouldn't be confused in such a situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The judge asked Nathan the reason of him being there, Nathan responded with the truth and only the truth, he didn't know what was happening, the only thing he knew was that he was there for something important, very important. The judge accented, he then asked the prosecutor to read the charges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nathan couldn't believe the charges, thought they were a bit over-exaggerated they were right. He had done all the things he was accused of  doing. one of the worst things one can do to himself. He had lost confidence in himself and he had fallen into a self-regret spiral, doing nothing to stop his deterioration and recover some of his lost dignity. He had abandoned himself in the time he was more needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He knew what to do now, he knew it still wasn't late enough, so he stood up and spoke for himself as he never spoke before in his life, with words and phrases that could have been part of a Shakespearean play. A long silence then filled the room, everyone in the court was astonished as they have never thought Nathan would have done that the way he did. The silence was broken by the sound of an applause, then another, and soon the all the room was filled with the sound of clapping hands and cheering mouths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nathan had defeated his most feared enemy, himself, and now he was ready to defeated any other enemy he encounter in his quest. He opened his eyes, and looked in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=35a8d75" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-7655320930974481467?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/7655320930974481467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=7655320930974481467' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/7655320930974481467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/7655320930974481467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2009/05/fire-story-about-mans-struggle-with-his.html' title='Fire - A story about a man&apos;s struggle with his thoughts'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-3485645322605367188</id><published>2009-05-20T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:29:44.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth - A story about thoughts above and below the ground(la traduccion esta abajo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the darkness of the night, Nathan adventured through a hole with a renewed hope, and armed with the best of his weapons. As he descended down the tunnel he found the temperature was raising, not only the outside temperature but his body temperature too; all he seamed to think about was what to do in the long feared situation he was moving into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He kept walking down the aisle until he get to a cave where a beast was waiting with its mouths wide open. Abstracted in his thoughts as he was, Nathan just entered it automatically seconds before the mouths closed. Then the beast began moving producing a sound so loud that silence every other sound. However, the sounds of Nathan's thoughts was so strong that the beast sounds paled, and became nothing but a fly's noise to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a mathematician he carefully analyzed the situation and stated all the variables, as an engineer he carefully  planned a  strategy to solve it, and as a physicist he assessed every consequence of the actions he would take. After what it appeared to be hours of carefully planning he founded the perfect plan. It was accurate and precise, flawless and foolproof, if followed perfectly it would lead to certain victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waking up from this trance state he got into, he realized that he was almost at the subway station he was supposed to get down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A perfect plan almost ruined" he said in relief as he got to the surface and began his path to meet destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tierra – una historia sobre pensamientos sobre y debajo de la tierra&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En la oscuridad de la noche, Nathan se aventuro atreves de un hoyo con una esperanza renovada, y armado con sus mejores armas. Mientras descendía por el túnel vio que la temperatura se elevaba, no solo la del ambiente, sino también su temperatura corporal; todo lo que parecía pensar era que hacer en la largamente temida situación a la que el se movía.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siguió caminando a traves del pasillo hasta que llego a una cueva donde una bestia estaba esperando con la boca bien abierta. Absorto en sus pensamientos, entro en ella automáticamente segundos antes de que la boca se cerrara. Entonces la bestia empezó a moverse produciendo un sonido tan fuerte que ahogo a todos los otros sonidos. A pesar de eso, los sonidos de sus pensamientos eran tan fuertes que los de la bestia palidecieras, pareciéndose al sonido de una mosca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como un matemático, cuidadosamente analizo la situación y estableció todas las variables, como un ingeniero, el planteo la estrategia para resolverlo, y como un físico el asesoro todas las consecuencias de sus acciones. Después de lo que parecieron horas de cuidadosa planeación, el encontró el plan perfecto. Era sencillo y preciso, sin fallas y a prueba de tontos, si lo seguía perfectamente tendría la victoria asegurada.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despertándose del estado de trance en el que se encontraba, Nathan se dio cuenta que el subte casi llegaba a la estación donde tenía que bajarse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Un plan perfecto casi arruinado” dijo, mientras subía a la superficie a encontrarse con su destino.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=97e5b83" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-3485645322605367188?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/3485645322605367188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=3485645322605367188' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/3485645322605367188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/3485645322605367188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2009/05/earth-story-about-thoughts-above-and.html' title='Earth - A story about thoughts above and below the ground(la traduccion esta abajo)'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-2330473309679608696</id><published>2009-05-19T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:15:25.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elements'/><title type='text'>Water - First out of five shot stories about a man and his thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reality then seamed like a long forgotten dream for Nathan as he moved across the partially flooded room. It looked like an image of the Odyssey, where Ulysses got to a long forgotten island to find his real destiny. The truth then seamed like lies and confusion filled his lonely soul. What really mattered for him was to get out of that desperate state he found himself into, but the torturing truth was that there was no scape possible, he was trapped into that small ancient room with nothing more than the feeling of water wetting his feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nathan then saw in front of his an obscure figure that was no more unreal than himself. In an attempt to contact this figure Nathan asked him his name. As nothing but a dead whisper came out of his mouth, he wondered how he has got there, and how could that awkward figure came out of nowhere in the blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He got even more desperate as silence seamed to be the only language the figure spoke. He moved towards the figure to get a better look of it, but the more he moved the further the figure seamed to be. At this point of the situation Nathan gave up all hope of reaching his destination. He sat and closed his eyes waiting for the inescapable to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Soon he found peace in his thoughts, where only existed the sound of water and the sight of beams of light moving across the water to enlighten the deepest of his thoughts. There was light then, he found the truth inside him and the answer to the questions he asked himself while in desperation. Then he stood up and walked slowly to the figure, as it came closer the clearer it looked to him as the sound of water moving calmed him down and the once dead hope revived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He then saw what the figure really was, himself. The once unknown figure told Nathan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Good, you finally realised, now comes the hard part...Open your eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nathan the woke up soaked to the bones in sweat, he would now start to live his life as he never did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a05eb09" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-2330473309679608696?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/2330473309679608696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=2330473309679608696' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/2330473309679608696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/2330473309679608696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2009/05/water-first-out-of-five-shot-stories.html' title='Water - First out of five shot stories about a man and his thoughts'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-8248869009219670651</id><published>2008-07-20T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:38:03.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waking up from radio silence</title><content type='html'>Por fin!!! termine el primer cuatrimestre, siendo uno de los tres de mi comision que metio las 5 materias, y empesare a esxcribir; si no me da mucha paja.&lt;br /&gt;Well, an update is an update, aunque sea corta por no tener mas ganas de escribir; pronto sabran mas de interesante.tk; adios a todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-8248869009219670651?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/8248869009219670651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=8248869009219670651' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/8248869009219670651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/8248869009219670651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2008/07/waking-up-from-radio-silence.html' title='waking up from radio silence'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-3730947325919258031</id><published>2008-03-29T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:18:01.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''El Traidor''</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy toca una historia estilo sci-fi, que no escribi yo sino un autor cuyo nombre no recuerdo, peor que igual esta muy buena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;''La historia empieza con una invacion extraterrestre a la Tierra. Esta raza que invadia venia de un planeta muy lejano y antiguo cuyo sol se estaba extinguiendo. Durante sus devastadores ataques, capturaron muchas docenas de personas, pero solo una fue devuelta. Luego de varios dias de empezada la invacion, y habiendo aniquilado las defensas del planeta, las naves alienigenas empezaron a caer de cielo como moscas, pues, como en el cuento de H.G.Wells, los extraterrestres no tenian defensas contra las bacterias y virus terrestres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui no termina la historia pues en Nueva York una extraña persona caminaba por las calles como si nada hubiera pasado. Se dirigio hacia los famosos 5 puntos de la ciudad y de alli exclamo hacia los conmocionados habitantes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Yo, que he visto a los invasores a la cara y he vivido para contarlo, tengo una confecion que hacerles; yo he hecho algo tan bajo para nuestra rasa como nadie pudo haber hecho antes, he hecho algo que nadie podria perdonar, yo  he si el causante de la ruina de las ciudades y la gente que en ellas vive. Yo he traicionado a la raza humana dandole a los estraterrestres las claves para derrotarlo, a cambio de mi vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Una enorme cantidad de insultos se dirigio al traidor y lo que siguio dejo a todos atonitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El traidor volvio a hablar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Por mi traicion, los extraterrestres me han concebido poderes que ningun ser humano ha jamas soñado. Solo miren...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y el traidor se corto el dedo meñique, sin sangrar una gota. y prosiguio:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Mi dedo volvera a creser completamente en 5 semanas, y eso no es todo lo que me dieron los extraterrestres. Tambien me diron poderes psiquicos impresionantes. Si alguien trata de matarme no solo no lo conseguira, sino que morira, junto con otros 10000 neoyorkinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Una persona grito en es momento:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Si los extraterrestes eran tan poderosos por que no nos mataron a todos y listo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El Traidor le dijo calmadamente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ah, pero ellos necesitban esclavos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La multitud furiosa ataco al traidor y en ese instante 10000 neyorquinos murieron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El traidor camino hacia el edificio de las naciones unidas, donde habia una asamblea de emergencia, tan tranquilamente como habia hido a a los 5 puntos. En la asamblea el traidor se presento como el traidor y el asesino de los 10000 neoyorkinos, para luego hablar de su castigo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-... Me siento tan terrible por mi traicion que aceptare cualquier castigo que me pongan... Con algunas condiciones. Primero quisiera que me encierren en el mejor piso de un hotel 5 estrellas junto con un cheff Japones muy gordo, pues he comprovado que mientras mas gordos mas sabios, y con las concubinas mas hermosas del planeta. Les advierto que yo no puedo morir, solo miren el dedo que me corte, ya esta saliendo un cacho, en 5 semanas estara como nuevo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Las autoridades de las Naciones Unidas decidieron que lo tendrian encerrado en el hotel de por vida, o hasta que se les ocurra un castigo mas apropiado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luego de que lo encerrarn un fiscal de las Naciones Unidas tubo una idea. Fue a la habitacion del traidor a altas horas de la noche, ya que el traidor, a pesar de sus grandes poderes, aun debia dormir. Entro furtivamente y sin vacilar clavo un largo clavo en el ojo del traidor y lo batio hasta que sinto que su cerebro era liquido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Al dia siguiente llevo al traidor a la asamblea de las Naciones Unidas y dijo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ya se el catigo apropiado, solo miren al traidor, aunque su ojo este mas sano, se nota que esta en un estado vegetativo, pues anoche licue su cerebro con un clavo. Para este castigo voy a necesitar la ayuda del gobierno frances que, a pesar de no poseer mas la pena capital, aun conserva bien sus aparatos. Propongo, que el traidor sea guillotinado una ves al mes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-3730947325919258031?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/3730947325919258031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=3730947325919258031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/3730947325919258031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/3730947325919258031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-traidor.html' title='&apos;&apos;El Traidor&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-6377646420093261118</id><published>2008-02-27T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:23:47.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proximos Estrenos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hoy voy tratar de imitar (sin mucho exito) a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Critic#Jay_Sherman"&gt;Jay Sherman&lt;/a&gt;, y a criticar peliculas que he visto reiantemente comparandolas con otras del pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmbrain.com/photos/uncategorized/jay_sherman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.filmbrain.com/photos/uncategorized/jay_sherman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/7838/simpikercz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/7838/simpikercz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Primera es ''Sweeny Todd: El barbero demoniaco de la calle Fleet'' (creanlo o no el titulo es una traduccion literal del titulo en Ingles!) con Juanito Profundo (a.k.a. Johnny Depp) y Helena Bohem Carter. La Pelicula se basa de una historia real convertida en Musical, que antes tuvo muchas adaptaciones cinematicas, pero ninguna dirigida por Tim Burton. Esta ambientada en Londres de la segunda revolucion industrial (con todas sus virtudes y DEFECTOS), donde un barbero(Juanito) busca vengansa de un juez que se llevo su esposa e hija y lo exilio a Australia. Al volver a Inglaterra se asocia con La señora Lovett(Helena) una tetrica panadera que vive en lo que antes era la casa de Todd. Luego de una serie de eventos, conjuran un maquiavelico plan para vengarse, limpiar las calles de indigentes y vender delicios pasteles. Como es un musical es parecido a la la vida real(exepto que con musica y una historia coherente) y sus canciones son pegajosas. Exelentes actuaciones de Juanito y Helena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/07/27/sweeney-todd-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/07/27/sweeney-todd-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La siguiente sucede cuando &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godzilla"&gt;godzila&lt;/a&gt; se aparea con ''El proyecto de la Bruja de Blair''. No es una cagona mocosa de 50 metros con piel de reptil es Clooverfield (campo de trevoles en spanish). Se trata de 5 personas tratando de escapar de una mescla de una &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resistance_fall_of_man#The_Chimera"&gt;Quimera&lt;/a&gt;, una araña, un calamar y algo que salido de mi naris el otro dia cuando estornude que esta destruyendo Nueva York. Terror y suspenso del bueno, ''no al estilo moderno''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/07/26/cloverfield-poster-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/07/26/cloverfield-poster-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proxima pelicula/avance no critica/ es de un idolo de la infancia de todas las personas a la que les gustan mesclar gatgets y autos, tambien probablemente haya sido la causa de muchos accidentes automovilisticos de un estilo raro en donde un conductor chocaba con un auto o dos que estaban adelante de el, mientras apretaba freneticamente la parte de arriba del volante. Si no lo adivinaron es Meteoro. Esta pelicula es (hasta donde pude ver) casi igual a la serie y esta escrita, dirigida y producida por nada mas y nada menos que los directores de Matrix, los Hermanos Wachowsky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6c/Speedracerposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6c/Speedracerposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finalmente Otro avance de otro idolo de la infancia/adolecencia es Maxwell Smart quien se presenta en la nueva pelicula del Super Agente 86, representado por el invecil de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Carell"&gt;Steve Carell&lt;/a&gt;, cuya actuacion sera seguramente(como en todas sus peliculas) basura. Esperemos por el bien del agente que la pelicula no lo sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/06/Get_smart_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/06/Get_smart_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me despido de ustedes hasta otra edicion de ''Proximos estrenos'', digo otro post en el blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-6377646420093261118?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/6377646420093261118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=6377646420093261118' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/6377646420093261118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/6377646420093261118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoy-voy-tratar-de-imitar-sin-mucho.html' title='Proximos Estrenos'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-7211562336879415512</id><published>2008-02-26T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:56:28.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si no hay nada que hacer...</title><content type='html'>Hola de nuevo queridos lectores, les agradesco por averme seguido por este largo tiempo, en serio se los agradesco (a ustedes 2). Como ustedes deben saber... la primera post del año 2008 fue posteada a las 00:23 gtm -3 y por alguna razon los de blogspot me aruinaron la post posteandola el dia anterior, de ahi no escribi nada hasta ahora...no por que no pasaba nada interesante, sino por que, la verdad, no tenia ganas.&lt;br /&gt;Bien empesemos con el tema de hoy y posiblemente el de todo el resto del verano...x dios si que duro poco, pero por alguna razon las tardes se me hacian largas sin tener nada que hacer, exepto molestar a &lt;a href="http://www.metroflog.com/exegal"&gt;Exequiel&lt;/a&gt;( rebautisado ejequiel o echequiel x mi estimado amigo &lt;a href="http://www.trincheta.com.ar/"&gt;Seba Pastor a.k.a. Trincheta&lt;/a&gt;) o pensar ideas para postear en mi blog. De ahi que he reunido una lista de cosas que hacer cuando uno esta al pedo, sin tener q mover un dedo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dormir (advertencia puede causar noctambulismo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jugar a la play ( si tienen algun juego q valga la pena)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tratar de ganarle al tetris en &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwC544Z37qo&amp;amp;eurl=http://nombrefacil.blogspot.com/"&gt;super-master &lt;/a&gt;(advertencia puede causar &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetris_effect"&gt;efecto tetris&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hacer un &lt;a href="http://nombrefacil.blogspot.com/2007/11/y-mientras.html"&gt;cubo de fososros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leer blogs, o en su defecto libros&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salir ( a nadie le hace mal hacerlo de ves en cuando)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya se que no es muy larga, pero no se me ocurre nada mas ahora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok mas tarde vengo con mas cosas interesantes para que lean en &lt;a href="http://interesante.tk/"&gt;interesante.tk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-7211562336879415512?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/7211562336879415512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=7211562336879415512' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/7211562336879415512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/7211562336879415512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2008/02/si-no-hay-nada-que-hacer.html' title='Si no hay nada que hacer...'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-4387392637256645089</id><published>2007-12-31T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:02:48.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Año Nuevo y Feliz primer WTF del año</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un nuevo dia, un nuevo año, nuevas metas, ..., una nueva entrada en mi blog. Les confieso que la razon x la q no escribi en el ultimo mes es x que estube exprimiendome el cerebro tratando de entrar al &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/ITBA"&gt;ITBA (instituto tecnologico de Buenos Aires,&lt;/a&gt; para aquellos que no conoscan la sigla) y lo logre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como seguro me extrañaron (algunos mas que otros) no tardare mas y empesare ahora con la explicacion del titulo. Para aquellos que no saben ingles(y para los que si lo pero son malpensados) WTF es la abrebiatura de muchas cosas 'What The Fuck' /que mierda :o/ es la mas comun pero no es a la que me refiero. La que me refiero es Wednesday Thrusday Friday (miercoles jueves viernes), los tres dias mas desesperantes de la semana pues son la espera para el fin de semana y, segun mi calendario,tres de los cuatro primeros dias del año 2008, dias que se usaran para desacerce de la resaca de año nuevo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me despido de ustedes por ahora deceandoles Feliz año nuevo y feliz primer WTF del año.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-4387392637256645089?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/4387392637256645089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=4387392637256645089' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/4387392637256645089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/4387392637256645089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-ao-nuevo-y-feliz-primer-wtf-del.html' title='Feliz Año Nuevo y Feliz primer WTF del año'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-4701449931163070600</id><published>2007-11-19T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:05:50.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, and thank you for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bueno, regreso a escribir por ultima vez antes de rendir los terceros parciales(no esperen otra entrada de mi en por lo menos 2 semanas), hoy voy a escribir sobre un mensaje que nos dieron unos amigos muy agradecidos, los delfines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segun la Guia del autoestposta a la galaxia, los delfines son la segunda raza mas inteligente de la tierra, seguida por los humanos que estan en 3er lugar. Al serlo sabian la inevitable destruccion del planeta por una raza de burocratas intergalacticos, y trataron de avisarnos. Lamentablemente no hablamos delfin y malinterpretamos sus mensajes como shows de acrovacias en ''Mundos Marinos''. En la pelicula su ultimo mensaje fue interpretado por un salto mortal hacia atras para patear una pelota de futbol, pero lo que en realidad querian decir era: ''So long and thank you for the fish''(adios y gracias por el pescado). Al menos nos agradecieron por algo... al contrario de muchos humanos que conosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La moraleja de esta historia es que aunque la gente nos malinterprete, nos maltrate, nos haga trabajar como delfines, simpre como hay que estar agradecidos por algo, por lo menos por los peces. Si no es por eso, por las experiencias, las imagenes, los amigos, los conocimientos, etc. pues todo esto nos hace bien, si bien hay cosas que son mas buenas que otras, y aprendemos una leccion para llenar el inmenso oseano de la nada que llamamos mente y crear la chispa que llamamos alma. Si bien, como dijo Socrates 'solo se que no se nada', estoy seguro de que se de que estar agradecido.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso a los saenspeñenses, y atodo aquel que no voy a poder ver en mucho tiempo, le digo: So long, and thank you for... for everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-4701449931163070600?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/4701449931163070600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=4701449931163070600' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/4701449931163070600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/4701449931163070600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-long-and-thank-you-for.html' title='So long, and thank you for...'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-8762092655378897972</id><published>2007-11-12T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:43:15.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO LEAN ESTO!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Otro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;, otra entrada, obviamente el titulo de esta esta pensado para atraer a la gente a que lea esta entrada, pues como dijo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;algun&lt;/span&gt; filosofo cuyo nombre no me acuerdo: ''la curiosidad del hombre no conoce limites, ni siquiera los puestos por su propia ingenuidad'', aunque lo dijo con palabras mas elegantes, complicadas y mayores aires de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandesa&lt;/span&gt;. En fin, ya saben a lo que me refiero, que mientras mas nos prohiban una cosa mas nos tienta a seguirla, en si es en lo que se basa la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rebeldia&lt;/span&gt;, o no, o por lo menos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;segun&lt;/span&gt; los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;psicologos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tambien&lt;/span&gt; es como los secretos, mientras mas secretos son, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rapido&lt;/span&gt; se corre el chisme, pues mas gente quiere saberlo y mas gente quiere poner sus manos en esa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;informancion&lt;/span&gt; que cacho su &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;atencion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que quiero decir es que mientras mas limites nos impongan, mientras mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;obstaculos&lt;/span&gt; se alcen y mientras algo nos llame la suficiente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;atencion&lt;/span&gt;, no hay secreto tan secreto, limite tan extenso o barrera tan grande que pueda con el.&lt;br /&gt;Si lelgraon hsata auqi y no ntoaorn que la pneutlima oaricon teine tdoas las lretas dserodeanads entnoecs raelmnete etsan itneresados en etso.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta otro dia en que tenga ganas de escribir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-8762092655378897972?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/8762092655378897972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=8762092655378897972' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/8762092655378897972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/8762092655378897972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-lean-esto.html' title='NO LEAN ESTO!!!!!!'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-830722755065096084</id><published>2007-11-02T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T17:58:40.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo interesante del numero 42</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoy me dieron ganas de escribir de algo medio-filosofico medio-boludo medio-profundo que, incluso para los que no les gusta el humor ingles, encontraran de alguna manera divertido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En la pelicula inglesa &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hitchhiker%27s_Guide_to_the_Galaxy_%28film%29"&gt;'The Hicthhiker's guide to the galaxy' &lt;/a&gt;(La guia del autoestopista a la galaxia), una civilizacion avanzada creo una supercomputadora (Pensamiento Profundo) para calcular la respuesta a la maxima pregunta. Despues de 11,5 millones de años la Hiper PC llego a la respuesta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... 42 ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... No muy iluminante, pero considerando que la pregunta solo fue esta: ''calculanos LA respuesta'', que no es ni siquiera una pregunta, asi que esta computadora crea otra mas grande y mas poderosa para poderse relajar y mirar dibujitos mientras otra cosa hacia el trabajo duro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Los protagonistas de la pelicula tratan de encontrar esta supercomputadora para averiguar LA pregunta y volverse ricos con esta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cual es la respuesta, o mas bien dicho, la pregunta que todos buscamos, eso es algo que tenemos que decidir por nosotros mismos, mas que dejar que una supercomputadora les de una pregunta parecida a 'cuanto es 7x6?'(no es la respuesta en la pelicula). Pero que otra pregunta podria ir con la respuesta 42, infinitas. Algunas profundas, otras no, otras pirateadas, algunas coherentes, otras incoherentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero, y si la respuesta no es 42, entonces tambien habra que  buscarla por nosotros mismos, a traves de nuestras experiencias, emociones, influencias y sobre todo basandonos en nuestra propia ultima pregunta que abra que calacular previamente casi con los mismos pasos de la ultima respuesta. Todo esto para no llegar a un embrollo o algo tan interesante como el numero 42.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-830722755065096084?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/830722755065096084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=830722755065096084' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/830722755065096084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/830722755065096084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2007/11/lo-interesante-del-numero-42.html' title='Lo interesante del numero 42'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-9189137791214991634</id><published>2007-10-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:19:47.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Historia de Guillermo Portones y Esteban Trabajos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bueno esta es la primera entrada oficial al blog y quiero empesar contando dos historias de exito que empezaron en los '70, se vuelven una en los '80 y se separan en los '82 solo para volverse a juntar en los finales de los '90.Esteban Trabajos es ura un chico de california al que le gustaban mucho las manzanas, tanto que años despues desempeñarian un papel enorme en su futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un dia, a los 18 años mas o menos, jugaba con otro Esteban y con el Cap'n Crunch a hackear la red de telefonos de USA y se le ocurre jugar con las computadoras.Ese dia los dos Esteban fueron a su garage, vendieron varias de sus cosas para ganar dinero y empesar a hacer su consola de juegos electronicos. Le salio mal, pero, como no hay mal que por bien no venga, la vendio con el nombre de Pc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por esa misma epoca Guillermo Portones jugaba al pocker y ''estudiaba'' medicina en hardvard cuando tambien quiso comprar una maquina tabuladora Altair 8800(una caja de zapatos con cables e interruptores) y creo lo que llamo el Basico.Portones iba a mostrar su invento en la convencion nacional de electronica por los '70. No contaba con que Trabajos tambien lo haria y se ganaria la atencion de toda la convencion.Portones se puso celozo e hizo un trato con IBM para venderles un ''existente'' y nuevo sistema operativo. Dias antes de la entrega y desesperado Portones le compro a otro desesperado el sistema operacional de discos por la exorbitante suma de $200. Trabajos vio lo que pasaba y compro a Xerox su sistema oparacional de interfaz interactiva y su raton de laboratorio x poco dinero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Los celos de Portones estaban por las nuves y por eso se asocio con trabajos, para robarle el renombrado sistema Puertas y quedarse con el raton de laboratorio.Trabajos despidio a Portones y le prohibio trabajar con sus manzanas. Luego se enojo con su amigo Esteban y lo dejo sin trabajo. Se hizo adicto a las pepsis y dejo a uno de los empleados de pepsi a cargo. Este se avivo y lo dejo a Trabajos sin trabajo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En el 98 se Trabajos volvio a trabajar con manzanas y produjo Yo'Vainas y se reconsilio con su ahora amigo Portones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esteban Trabajos mejor conocido como Steve Jobs es ahora el hombre con salario de $1 mas rico del mundo ya que cuenta con la mayoria de las acciones de su querida empresa hardwarera Apple. En cuanto a Guillermo Portones, mejor conocido como William Henry Gates III o simplemente Bill Gates, esta retirado y es ahora el hombre mas rico del mundo y esta ahorando para comprar una pequeña isla privada llamada Gran Bretaña.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Asi empesaron dos de los hombres mas ricos del mundo, 1 rompiendose el alma para sacarle jugo a una mansana, y el otro comprando y robandole cosas a los mas ricos para quedarselas solo el, copiarlas y revenderlas a un gran precio (Ambas buenas maneras de ganarse la vida e igual de validas si quieren seguilas en el futuro chicos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/58/Stevejobs_Macworld2005.jpg/225px-Stevejobs_Macworld2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" height="243" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/58/Stevejobs_Macworld2005.jpg/225px-Stevejobs_Macworld2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/83/Billgates.jpg/180px-Billgates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/83/Billgates.jpg/180px-Billgates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/58/Stevejobs_Macworld2005.jpg/225px-Stevejobs_Macworld2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-9189137791214991634?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/9189137791214991634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=9189137791214991634' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/9189137791214991634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/9189137791214991634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-historia-de-guillermo-portones-y.html' title='La Historia de Guillermo Portones y Esteban Trabajos'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605309566652594178.post-1856223434060979633</id><published>2007-10-29T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:34:56.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otro nombre interesante, la creatividad esta a la orden del dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh aqui, finalmente se me ocurrio realizar la agotante mover la mano y los dedos par ponerme a escribir un Blog que he estado pensando hacer desde hace unos meses, pero recien junte la energia necesaria para ponerme a escribir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El nombre de este blog hace referencia a la continuacion de mi &lt;a href="http://algunnombreinteresante.spaces.live.com/"&gt;space&lt;/a&gt; y como podran ver es la continuacion escrita con la explicacion de algunas fotos y la narracion de determinadas anecgotas (o como sea que se escriba) relacionadas a estas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Primero y principal: yo (es mi blogspot, de que mas se va a tratar). Soy el de la foto, para aquellos que no han tenido la suerte(o la desgracia) de conocerme. Soy saenzpeñense, aunque digan que mi acento es muy raro para se chaqueño, y estoy pasando mis ultimos meses en esta ciudad ya que me voy a estudiar Ingenieria electronica en Baires. Por esa razon no me ven mucho x la calle (me la paso sentado en una silla la mayor part del dia fundiendome el cerebro). Y tal vez por esa razon dicen que cada vez estoy mas loco (o puede ser que cada dia el mundo este mas loco)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmyR-RFXfgE/RyYWocIkgsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CtbWY7KhOXc/s1600-h/100_4227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126810109810606786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmyR-RFXfgE/RyYWocIkgsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CtbWY7KhOXc/s320/100_4227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suficiente x hoy, me despido y los dejo con las ganas de escuchar algo mas (si es que quieren, sino vean los links que son entretenidos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605309566652594178-1856223434060979633?l=otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/feeds/1856223434060979633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605309566652594178&amp;postID=1856223434060979633' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/1856223434060979633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605309566652594178/posts/default/1856223434060979633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otronombreinteresante.blogspot.com/2007/10/otro-nombre-interesante-la-creatividad.html' title='Otro nombre interesante, la creatividad esta a la orden del dia.'/><author><name>Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10845262474819775613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmyR-RFXfgE/RyYWocIkgsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CtbWY7KhOXc/s72-c/100_4227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
