Concurso de Dibujo de La Nuez

Tuesday, March 16, 2010 · Permalink

Nuezmanízate, concurso de dibujo de LaNuez:


    -la imagen (dibujo o fotografía)debe enviarse como “JPG” y ser de 240 dpi.
    como mínimo.
    -El concurso se cierra el 15 de abril del 2010.
    -Todos los trabajos serán mostrados públicamente en el blog de Lanuez.
    -Serán quince los trabajos premiados (premiaremos a dos en provincias), los trabajos seleccionados podrán formar parte de las cabeceras de Lanuez u otros artículos promocionales del blog.
    -Los 15 ganadores recibirán, un poster, un polo de Peru21 y la Agenda de
    la Historieta peruana editada por Contracultura.
    Cualquier otra consulta a lanuez123@hotmail.com.

The Blue Nile en Past Archives

Saturday, January 9, 2010 · Permalink

Past Archives es el repositorio de críticas de álbums del Mensa Rock Special Interest Group. Aquí están coleccionadas sus críticas sobre la discografía de mi grupo favorito de todos los tiempos, The Blue Nile.

[…] a fact almost as astounding as the broad range of people to be seduced by its charms: my parents (not the hippest people on the planet, believe me!) adore it, as do my techno-, indie- and reggae-loving friends. Perhaps it’s the way that The Blue Nile touch on emotions that we’ve all experienced at one time or other: loneliness, regret, quiet desperation, rain(?!). Or maybe it’s just because the music’s so damn gorgeous.

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«He Took a Polaroid Every Day, Until the Day He Died»

Monday, November 16, 2009 · Permalink

Este artículo es antiguo, no se cómo me lo perdí:

Yesterday I came across a slightly mysterious website — a collection of Polaroids, one per day, from March 31, 1979 through October 25, 1997. There’s no author listed, no contact info, and no other indication as to where these came from. So, naturally, I started looking through the photos. I was stunned by what I found.

Link: He took a Polaroid every day, until the day he died

‘I had it all, but I didn’t have a life’

Monday, November 9, 2009 · Permalink

And was that the tipping point? The moment I realised I couldn’t do this any more, couldn’t do it to my family any more, and would therefore have to resign from the job I loved? It would make for a convenient story if it was. But in all honesty, it was a slower, subtler thing than that.

[…]

But perhaps it was back this spring, when I took my son to be measured for new shoes: the woman asked what size he took, and to my embarrassment I couldn’t remember. I felt like an imposter. Or perhaps it was the summer morning when our nanny had to peel my howling son off me: he had a fever and wanted his mother, but I had a cabinet minister to interview. I shot out of the door, hot with shame.

[…]

But what got lost in the rush was a life, if a life means having time for the people you love, engaging with the world around you, making a home rather than just running a household.

Link: ‘I had it all, but I didn’t have a life’