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Dresden (Letter enclosed)

Introduction:

Ok, Happiness has given me encouragement. I explain.

I have a story, and those who already know the blog, know that you can find it on the right side of the blog. It's called "Valerio". The chapter name in parentheses. That story is crazy, but sometimes I'm inspired and will add another chapter. Well

. With this post inaugurated another story. It's called "Dresden." The procedure is the same, the name of the chapter is in parentheses and will soon appear on the right leg as well as "Valerie."

In this chapter:

will not understand much, but do not despair, the next installment will clarify many things. Yes, as I said in my previous post, those who know me know who I grabbed OBVIOUSLY Protagonist. (Sorry: it was the only German I had on hand). But hey, c'est la vie!

addition, while the de facto still in the States United States Valerio, me I have no other models to look storytelling on the other side. So we look forward to Valerio, because his story is already too surreal.

If anyone is interested, the protagonist of this story Otilia is called. And yes, studying philosophy, and yes ... ahem ... and more example ... but left to Assa Larsson.

Ah ... otherwise. Obviously Albert the Great and the damn optical Pseudo Alhazen and Euclid and Dinato David heretic (and Umberto Eco) have left me no end to read the small library on World War I crazy bookish agency gave me when he was still scholarship. So any advice or correction is received warmly. There

I leave. I return to the catoptrics and lux-lumen ... and send him a big hug to my heart.

Oh, I forgot: we see in a week. Tuesday publication. I'm sorry, really the Lauingen Albert brings me one day short, short and restricted publications. Ciaus ...

Opened Story ... (* Here is cut a red ribbon with a tijerotas and heard applause *)

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Dresden (Letter enclosed)

Remember?

What did you do in Dresden?

Nothing, I guess it makes more sense to me that question myself.

You, this time, born in Dresden. Just understand you. We talked in French. Now I do not understand a damn French. It means nothing to me except for two or three words caught on the fly.

cost us so much trouble understanding each other. You French was difficult for me, my French was confusing to you. But I could not explain what was the difficulty.

I do not know French.

O

correct thing to say: I do not know French.

I've never known and yet, so it was the only route left to us. I hated Thus you know? I found a language concerned, on vowels, pronounced with the nose or is that just seems to me now? Perhaps some of that past that is not mine and I hated. And in that time did not want to speak it better for me to understand. " Then he wanted to think and feel on your tongue, whatever. Maybe your desire was greater than mine, so he was born in my mind was you. But what's the point? That past is not my past or your past. This, in which I write, is your language as much as mine. Perhaps, then, I was awarded as is, and who thinks I am yours.

La pregunta más bien es ¿qué hacía yo en Dresde? No lo he podido averiguar. Lo único cierto es que estaba de paso, como por accidente. ¿Qué asunto tenía yo ahí, en esa ciudad asediada y en peligro? O quizás llegué ahí como todo aquél mar de gente llegamos: veníamos huyendo de todas partes, de todos los aviones y todas las tropas.

Y… ¿qué hacías en Dresde?

¡¿Qué más da qué hayas nacido en Dresde?! No eras un ciudadano ahí, nada más, como todos aquellos invadidos por las hordas de gente huyendo de todos lados, creyendo que jamás bombs would fall on their own cathedrals.

remember-these memories that are not mine, remember that in a fit of rage you hit the wall with his fist and shouted something in German. Finally you turned and looked at me scared and then I translated it into language that was so difficult for both. Something you said I do not remember the French but the meaning, "something like that if you were born again would you do as far as possible in Germany. I guess now you would not believe. I also suppose that it was a desire so great that you met in the end. But you do not comply you anything, because this is not your past, and those are memories you mine. I assume that it was not we were born together in the same land or in the same time. Maybe just enough to say goodbye, because this time we are not allowed.

Dresden

You left three days before the bombing. I vowed never wait and not move from there to see you again. Or perhaps it is that my French was difficult and awkward and poorly drafted promise. And perhaps just became clear that I would move to wait to see you again. But I missed where. And maybe that's why it was you who came out here, where I have not moved.

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Everything is confusing. Information arrives as if they were memories. But not my memories. They are not your memories. If I told you this all seem unlikely. What is the point to find out who I was and who you were? Just know that you were born in Dresden, this time there were born-just know that we were not lovers, or family, however, we only shared a deep affection. But who were you? What about me? And where was I born?

I remember your eyes, eyes that you are not your past. Were as they are now, between brown and green, and I remember that once caught me trying to find out and you stared at me and then smiled at me and smiled and then thought that neither death nor time would be sufficient for our smile. And perhaps it has.

The flames swept Dresden, that I read. But I know and then suddenly remember sweltering darkness filled the corridors where we took refuge, and the shelter was my grave. I remember the incredible certainty that he would return to see you. And even before the imminence of death, certainly would not leave me. I closed my fist what kept there? : An amulet a ring, what was it? Does not the symbol of your promise? How much longer I survive? Did you hear about how he was devastated Florence on the Elbe?

The Elba.

pledged then return to the riverside walk together as that afternoon. Something had to tell a story that left half. I would be waiting only for enterame of its outcome. Pity, then, that these are neither yours nor my memories, because they never happen!

Why I tell stories? Why take me by the hand along the banks of the river while telling me about stories? Why guiabas I felt like I was a girl and you my guide?

Then comes another picture: you are young, have perhaps twenty-five years or less. Black hair tousled rebel with the summer wind. But ... wait ... is that you are too high ... or I'm too small. I remember then that you take me by the hand and go with the other playing with my hair. How old do I have? You have kids and tell me about them. I'll submit the to play with them ... I'm a girl.

And so my French is so difficult. If you speak it perfectly! Just for once, to know, do not hate the hated French lessons, do not hate the dog days afternoons at home Mayte, my piano teacher back in my country. Because I talk about music, because you were a musician ... and I get along with your long fingers of porcelain by the banks of the Elbe as I teach a song in German.

I want to show a little song in Castilian. I laugh at your "Rs", I laugh and throw me on the grass and do not stop laughing. And you look at me very seriously and get angry and you challenge me I pronounce the "r" in your language. And I try to try "Berlin" and then you laugh at me, and I eagerly and me endeavors. And then some time later, a Samaritan who listens to me, I explained that in "Berlin" sounds not erre. And then I very angry to reclaim and then, I remember sitting under a tree erre rehearsing and rehearsing the shot ... and I keep silent so they do not look at me and I'm on the other side of the tree a long time hearing you. It was a picnic.

But this story is so unlikely that I'd better put it away. Why accuse me of dualistic or, worse still, Pythagorean. And then I would have Mentioning the confusing Thomas to prove that something endures but not memory then you would answer me. And what I could answer, helpless, without any argument to answer? Because emotions are worn on the body and mine was evaporated under attack by the Allies. But what about yours? What happened to you then? What happened to those eyes, neither green nor brown, so like that now bears live in the river, looking at me from time to time?

on the banks of the river, I promised to tell the end of the story. I swore and gave me something as collateral. And here I am without the symbol of promise and you without the outcome of the story.

I-catcher Console Full

difficult thing to be sponge

Ok. There is a thing called sponges. Discourse is one thing. Has no existence that what you read and what I write. But that bloody and battered as "yo" (say, by Hume) What is it?

There is a physical reality: the extra weight of matter, molecular cluster, the open thermodynamic system, to be seen wandering, is denoted under the name "Dove."

hypothesize that "Paloma" has a mind. That generates speech and mind one is sponge. Sponge, then, is a discursive entity, but its ontological background if possible here to talk about ontologies, is the mind of "Paloma". And what is that mind?.

for "Paloma" is a series of phenomena. And it can not be otherwise because Paloma is phenomenologist and his religion is "geniomalignesco solipsism." Paloma "dreams", "envisions", "runs" and, in general, is a conglomeration of mental states. It has a kind of paranoia, since he was eight years has plunged in many scenarios such as "the brain in a vat." And if Putnam has shown that it is a statement that is self-refuting, then it will appeal to Plotinus and Hegel and the Matrix-like system that we are, the reality does not have to go assuming realism and conditions of satisfaction ... is, in essence, the intent to Paloma is a very difficult issue because for her entry, no "outside" to where, or about which y. ..

You see how difficult it is to be a sponge?

And to top it off, but in the background to it all is a great delusion, suffers from hallucinations, do not know how to behave with them, which should not be jealous (because the damn jealous over being morally wrong, emotionally tortuous sample emotionally insecure and socially unfit, are intentional states, which refutes his own religion).

and sponges, which negates the meaning of "physical world" as referring to something external, and believes that it is simply a name for one of his many states of mind, she takes "Epicureín (Eudaimonina nitrate) because More on the bottom yet, that substance is confident that the highly ordered physical neurotransmitters of your brain very physical and chemical. And worse still, gets up at half past six to run in the median of Plutarco Elias Calles, and worries about whether IMECA uploads will be very very physical and lungs (which are much too physical physical tar cigarettes because smoking ), will lead poisoning neurons and red blood cells ... very physical all of them. And all that you do because you are concerned about their physical good physical ... Sponge is inconsistent with their religious beliefs.

sponges began to write his story (or wharever that is) on Dresden. And I would post here. But pits (or cracked) because he thought what if you think that what are those projections and the sublimation of higuiatra warned that much? And then he thought of taking clear pictures of the real world (but what fucking sponge pictures if not aware of Dresden?) And just the he borrowed but the story was not about the bearers of those images (the cause in the brain spongy the images, since the carrier is it) ... and then thought that anyone with a little insight would think: "Explanations are not ordered ..." and better and published nothing. Poor sponge.

Poor sponge. Today we heard of Grice and Austin, and soon put them in your reading list. Has yet to finish Putnam (which fell better than the former continental thought sponge) and realize how ignorant he is ... Poor sponge!. For this to be ex-continental power arriving at the analytical field is very poor sufferer for a sponge that in the Associated Student seminars, speaking on scholastic and just needs to apologize and ask three propositions if they are understanding.

Poor

sponge. And then I realized how rare it is to assist student-listener in the UAM-I and his dad asked him if he came up with better search work there, and sponge it clear which of course, obvious that here reviewed each quarter and each semester at the UNAM and the Pardinho and told him to leave without Ibero Masters or sponge Acatlán remember who resigned and is given bumping into the wall y. ..

And to top it off, sponge self-commiseration and suffers a lot by car and auto commiserate commiseration commiserations car that y. .. and smoke another cigarette.

All I am happy today sponge is already figured out how to get home at the UAM, and it was easy ... even though the Metro and Bus are fast and straightforward, the minibus that goes on Rojo Gomez ago turns and stops so rare, that he was identified sponge: his puns and turns of mind are as a way of bus or, in other times, truck-pueblero smuggler (although no one keeps chickens in minibuses).

sponge

expected to understand and they do not get bored a lot this post. I will check my story and published it. It's nice. It is very Pythagorean: the protagonist, who has no name, has discovered that reincarnated. Or rather, has found that, at one time, she had lived. And of course! This is the key! Grabbed sponge model for the protagonist. JURA sponge to stop reading and other Åsa Larsson Self-protagonists. No. I think I know who to grab a model. But we have to wait some weeks to see if the "model" is adapted to the conditions of satisfaction of his character. Ahem! and what would Priani: the IIFs hurt me.

Anyway.

Greetings spongy and very discursive.

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De Visu and other issues

puppy ever been

You know, two mussels:

1 .- Situation

2 .- Philosophical.

1 .-

muuuuuuuuuy

I live far from the UAM. My mom lives very close to the UAM but it is forbidden to smoke in your home. Take a class twice a week UAM. Or find out how to leave my house in less than an hour at the UAM or stop smoking ... I do not think anybody wants to support my withdrawal (except me), which includes two bags of popcorn and a can of tuna ... and any food that gets in my way. And as my mom has the refrigerator in a much healthier state than mine, my greed limit nicotine abstemious respects neither the volume of my stomach ... or ... received advice.

(and strange my cats)

Is there something faster than the subway stop at UAM, before the Immaculate?

Anyway. First things first ... and that's the theory ...

the thesis ...

"I tell them what's going on?

(here was a long explanation of my thesis, but I decided to save them because I was sorry .... Soon promise to post something more fun. And I miss my cats

!!!!!)

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St. Mary Shelley

Dr. Albertus Magnus was reading Frankenstein. Well, ahem. That would be the famita was loaded to Mary Shelley placed it on the shelves of the library of Dr. Frank. And just look: the last time I looked in the mirror I noticed the look cloudy and the sculpture that was causing static in my hair.

Abur ...

PD:

obviously this step, my chapter is being more or less like this:

course, which will hopefully leave us nice:

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Phew! Mirrors

I swear I'm going to wear well.

really ...

Orn Star With Butterfly Tatoo

animated

(update: remember that in the last post I was chasing a Paleolithic character with a mallet? Here is a picture to make a dangerous idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I saw and why customers sangrona's almost faint. In other news, chapter, 10 pages, measures 1.5 in Times New Roman. By the end of the day I hope Measure 30, and all places where it says there (Quote) rather happy event.

Atte: a sponge that has overcome the mental constipation)

Pray together: this is the original post yesterday:

Last week I wrote this story ... while I igniting candles at St. Albert the Great, patron of scientists and alumnitas desperate, they share them.

Do you return mirrors their own odor to cats? Only then would understand the nature of reflection. The small Kualia librarian (as I have already told of his skills as an archivist) has the gift to accommodate books, but lacks the ability to understand the emptiness of the mirrors. Thus, desperate not to cross that threshold and sends meows when desist daunting at times, to find the hole in that glass could be preventing you from crossing the other side. Because for this, cats understand the nature of transparency and windows. Otherwise, do not walk about safely on glass tables.

I had to lower the mirror on the wall because of little lay down. After many attempts to convince the cat that crossed invested by the window, tried to atravezarlo behind the mirror, and did so graciously wobble until one night I awoke to the chirping between the wall and two-dimensional plate glass. Before the glass fell on my head, I decided to place the mirror on the floor. After placing the threshold into the world invested in the ground, Kualia stood over him and called, again, the head cat that lives under it. It was, perhaps, when he began to suspect something was wrong: her brother cat violated the basic laws of gravity.

now goes by the suspicious window header anything else that is displayed behind glass. A few days ago met the cat's front window, a cat of small size and occasionally inaudible answers with meows. Contrary to what I expected, soon lost interest Kualia-to discouragement of the kitten. So I think, sadly, now all cats living behind glass for him silent reflection is insensitive to their calls. Damn time that soulless mirror came to break his heart ...

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sorrajar how do you write?

Ok. I bring the emotions in the throat ... it should be.

while ago I came to sangrona's because they did not know the question many virus-spameros had decided to write today. And here I have: the same lifetime. The fact is that I fled from my cell-cat lair, where cats chase each other and stopped looking at me as if to say: ok love sponge, we understand what the divitio vel compositio ... and that what is related to intentionality? (Short Kualia Perler directly quoted in the post-past of the last name Perlman, because he was thinking of Salvatore, Ron Perlman and the name of the Rose .... Bogomils !!!!)...

Hui. The inquisitive eyes of the cats was too much. Worse was to meet an old story about Valerio unfinished ... too good. Is it then was 28 and my neurons were at its pinnacle? But now, not stories or argument or anything ... neurons are down.

No, do not bring emotions into the throat, all crowded together trying to build a coherent discourse about Alberto is making the sign for a theory devoid of intellectual faculties. That's all he does ... or at least only intention. And what? Is it so easy? Surely everyone already had realized and that no one has published anything about it. I say no one has even deigned to challenge assumptions so bright ... and opaque.

and heme here, fleeing from the self-imposed seclusion. Fleeing the self-imposed timetable to deliver something decent counselor and begin to build the road to "be somebody." And when I find this post .... (Number \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Previous here.) And I think that the higuiatra that referred to "the meaning of life." And I read the anger of the girl of twenty many years and I know a little ways to write in it. Or at least the flame printed on the paper product of an avalanche of emotions in his throat.

I want to be somebody?

came the Archangel weekend my guard. And here I am, with my nonsense in the future, children, common life. And no sooner had he left when I hit my head repeatedly against the wall muttering the incessant mantra "stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid ..." and wondering where the fuck did that monster that was already well doped in the basement of my consciousness. Doping

, there, little calm, shackled with leather straps, in the basement of my consciousness. Padded walls for the poor will not hurt. There might be released and take five thousand years of women fem-ism the surface of my thoughts. Be someone, be someone, be someone. Ande you (mutters the monster), you must be someone for recognition. Recognition is power. Power is the fuel that keeps the balance against the entropic forces of life. Power, power, power. Earlier, in a Paleolithic cave, meant to shelter, sustenance and satisfaction of other basic needs and instinctual (stupid monster Marcusian-scientific structuralist-dialectic). But then everything was sublimated into categorical imperatives and became part of an unconscious superego, to achieve freedom (power, power, power, power) did nothing but satisfy the ego means that recognition.

and be somebody. Someone ...

A common means of survival because it gives the two basic things of human existence: power and freedom. And there are those who sacrifice for one another. Stupid. The two are the same thing.

Stupid.

Stupid.

And then a monster comes out of the nineteenth Paleolithic cadalzo I do about cutting off his head, and shouts, you woman! Require husband! Phallus can only provide you with all the recognition you need! Power and freedom! Yes, female freedom ... but finally released.

And I pursue with a mallet in hand around the house, throwing books and booksellers and hot on the tail twice the cat. Away from home and runs down the sidewalk east of Tlalpan ... Going towards the center! You should go faster than him, with the hammer ... must go faster than him and I climb the subway ... not well spent by the sangrona's of Xola Ladin gets and seeks to hide in self-help section. Low Xola and run to the sangrona's What the monster is still there?

Customers me look pale with fright, the security people are willing to me about kicking me out - and I am but clientísima client for thousands of years! You would do better helping to hunt down that damn monster with apron Paleolithic squares, pregnant for the umpteenth time-

One of them grabs a braid.

grabbed his shoulders and the monster hang over his head to see the deck, moaning and begging me see:

- Do not you recognize me? I'm all your dolls, Mafalda instinct takes her out from time to time, the hierarchy of the whole society, your desire for someone to do things for you, all phallic phallus who have gone through your mind as people who are, they are somebodies. Do not you recognize me? Can not you see I am the personification of the scale of single values \u200b\u200bof the entire universe? Who will guide you if you give my account? Who will teach to find you the power and freedom crouching all under the justification of what should be and I do good? You lack imagination, meant to invent another scale of values. And what have I blame me if yours is as Paleolithic and despicable in your eyes? "Neglect your mother for not realizing that Japanese cartoons have the same values \u200b\u200bas infamous banned soap operas? Do I zorrajarás their necks even knowing you will not know where to go, or how many drives decently powdered death and power that you invade?

But the gavel fell on his head. For now I wanted silence. Silence. Do not listen to anything more than Albert the Great, my advisor, secondary literature, the meowing of cats, and another chapter of Eco .. for now.

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German, the former, the thesis

1.-Although occasionally come to trash the Germanic language, I make some clarifications ... is not going to offend the language and become even more impenetrable ... juar juar ... no, not true: just that is what I have come. To say that the German-German-Deutsch-Tedesco is Wunderbar. And if someone wants to come and laugh at how it sounds, read aloud the Greek and that does not sound beaten, it sounds ridiculous ... (Lit: small produce giggles), but that does not detract from the beauty. Also: the entire German Bétofen is like symphony. Goes from whisper to scream angry melancholy. And that's good for a language that makes metaphysics.

2 .- I've had two boyfriends. And I can say, keeping the proportions of each story, which both have been, each, the love of my life. And I wonder if by now, too old to love first, not too young to love again, if at this stage of life, I wonder, maybe the miracle will be repeated a third time ... or rather it is time to keep quiet and stop thinking about that.

From all this, just something I'm clear. May change, maybe in 10 or 15 years back to find them. Then may be you forget your face, the shape of your face has changed, that the statue are representing something else. But never, never shall I forget the texture of marble that is.

(the sailor goes back to the boat and I stopped by the immensity of the sea, I begin to entertain the uncomfortable feeling of being a woman waiting in its own port)

3 .- Perler. Yes, Perler. For research Perler intentionality is not the "map phenomenological" simply, but to find the processes that make effective relating to the world of this map. Well, for now all I have is the map. And it's a slightly different map to a certain article that yesterday I revisited carefully, where not only intentio sister with Avicenna (subject already discussed), but a bit confused (in my humble opinion) and ignores the fact that, in Indeed, its function is similar to the kind of Thomas, so it is different than the form. The form is not a sign of the compound, it could be because a party! How could mean the component being made? Intentio But it does mean the whole. Now, here's the answer I looked at Nuchelmans: to be a sign of all is the product intentio what? compound ... or rather, of the active activity of the soul that makes up and divide. And again Perler: Chapter 1 of De Interpretatione where passione animae is also translated by intentioned, creates a bond that, in fact, it is not obvious ... Finally, the analogy of the intellect with the senses and makes it famous and Aristotle. Now, Albert, I believe, uses the analogy in reverse, and instead of explaining the intellect in terms of the passivity of the sensitive soul, explains sensory perception in terms of intellectual operations. So far

phenomenological map. Where things will get difficult is in De homine ... because there the ontological question (the ontological nature of esse esse naturale et spirituale vel intentional) is different from De anima handles, toooooooodo deserves a separate chapter: the speculum in the De anima animatum irrelevant because Alberto, for some unknown reason (to me), go down the path Avicenna ... Why?

Sponge drafted in fuck ...

(sponge, secretly wants to invite a course at UAM I on intentionality. He secretly prays every night at St. Albert the Great, patron of natural scientists, for the invite)

How Can I Diminish Red

Yesterday Manzanares embroidered bullfighting!

Caresses, caresses sweet, long and slow was the recipe he found José María Samper Dols, "Manzanares " to stand up to the onslaughts of those good Cuvillo Nunez. Bullfighting

long, deep, hardened and sense, all very meaningless. Soon the bullfighter was delivered to the work he was creating. A server for a long time not so thrilled with a chore, I found myself alone in my house still standing and clapping with tears trying not to get out of my eyes.

I will not come to assess whether the bull had to be pardoned or not, is up to the farmer if you check the cows, with the magic experienced at that time did not get any but the matter. Art is about feelings, is measured by the heart not the head ...

I'll take a few days to see bulls, I have even recorded the slaughter in the head and I enjoy his memory. Yesterday

Manzanares embroidered bullfighting!

Lili Carati Rocco Siffredi

A lie!

For some time this part surprised me very pleasantly Art of fighting adaptation to new technologies , it follows perfectly the pulse of the season and the feeling of the fans through forums, websites, blogs, social networks ...

With all these sources of information suggests easily than the general feeling of the fans is a concern for the outcast bravo field, encastes loss and lack of commitment calls " figures." with which I wholeheartedly agree.

It begs for the bullfighters pointers to make an effort not to stick to deal with a single mating bulls and were calls for greater commitment.

Well, it's all a lie. As they say, "the paper is patient" or " the words with the wind." This say self-proclaimed "amateur "is nothing but a hoax, do not feel well, not true.

Why do I say this? Because today in Seville has struggled Enrique Ponce and through Twitter I read a number of aberrations against him by supposed fans that make me conclude that all his ideas on how to improve in this art are false.

about 28 years I've been watching bulls in a more or less conscious and this time I have seen Enrique Ponce kill all types of spigots , everything, and in places of engagement. I've seen bulls kill Dolores Aguirre of Samuel Flores of Cuadri , de Vitorino , le he visto luchar por sacar a flote los “ atanasios ”, matar “ Núñez ”, “ murubes ”… hasta apuntarse a una de Miura en solitario para conmemorar el 50 aniversario de la cogida de Manolete siendo la máxima figura del escalafón, eso es un gesto.

Puedo afirmar que Ponce es el único torero que estando “ en figura ”, no por necesidad, ha hecho el gesto tan repetidamente de matar diferentes encastes , el único.

Ponce nunca se ha escondido, over 20 years has consistently advertised with maximum figure of time from Spartacus , Joselito or Corner to Castella, Manzarares or El Juli "with whom this year has been announced so far in Sevilla and Valencia. But he calls for more commitment ...

not so many years ago and Ponce still high ranking figure of the problems was not measured " roosters" with a mating " particular," I remember with Joselito and " the Samuels "For example.

For some time this part is not " rooster" that measured interest arena except with dumb-bulls. The auto-fans will blame him forgetting that most " figures" present have never faced another kind of bull and he if . Forgetting that where the supporters ask, France and Bilbao, he is still dealing with "other things " and the rest ... not

Ponce has done, and the maximum figure, exactly what is supposed to make calls and if so is criticized , is criticized for what should be criticizing others but not him, his gestures endorse him. was criticized for a lack of commitment that others have never had . Whether

might like more or less the way they fight, in that I do not go, not recognize that commitment by Enrique Ponce in my opinion discredits any opinion I can get to what should be required to " figures" to improve the situation of this art, I think everything they say is nothing but a lie.

How Long Does It Take To Get Sti Tests Ack

1 .- As I write I find that you have to explain something in a parenthesis. The parenthesis eat three pages. Start again. Process is repeated 4 times.

2 .- If I get a date for the seminar IIFs fall into Intersemestral. ¡#$%&"@! I wondered if I do I give the date or move to August. With any luck (I hope) then it is entitled. Púdranse! (I have to blame: one month and I stood by here, or answer emails. But you'll see: I'm going to ask for proof of the porridge ... ... D higuiatra :...)

Well, I exaggerated. It was I who saw wrong. Anyway. ..

3 .- Test fall in inbox Monday.: (

sponge that will run and run at a seminar cosas bonitas de lógica para ilógicos como ella.

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Ése es mi lobito con traje de oveja... y Perlman

Intentio autem vocatur id per quod significatur res individualiter vel universaliter secundum diversos gradus abstractionis; et haec non dat esse alicui nec sensui, quando est in ipso, nec etiam intellectui, quando est in illo, sed signum facit de re et notitiam.

Alberto Magno, De anima II, 3, 4

Ok. De hecho así es. Lo que pasa es que en el De homine the role of the sign is still restricted to memory. Today is Wednesday, April 27, 2011. On Friday 29 is the chapter on some inbox. Until then.

......

NO! Jiffy! What sponge you want to see your face? Fall within that definition as intentio red peel than the wolf. There too, the 4 levels of abstraction ("is not named after the digression?

Yes, ok. It has a clarity that is not in the De homine (and indeed this definition is not in the De homine). But not want to see the face sponge. No. No. .. NO!

(Whatever, De Anima is for next week ... we are in the reborujadero orita De homine, that horrible Deutschlatin-obvious: so he made me easier to Averroes and Avicenna (Gundisalvo and Mickelito) the Scot Albert the Godo: barbarically puts verbs).

san only Pigma (patron saint of all animal rights philosophers pigmenos scrubbing) can save Alberto lacking a theory of intentionality ...

(can you tell I have not slept? See you at the time)

How Long Do You Have To Do Meth To Ugly

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Yesterday I wrote a great post. I looked beautiful. I cried a lot while writing it and reread it several times, correcting details here and there. It took me two hours to write, right and proper time because yesterday I did not stop work on the chapter. But as she put the last points and commas, I wondered if I could publish. They just transcribe the "introduction" (which is rather the result) to understand what it was all about and why they save the details:

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on Tuesday right?

Ok. Until Tuesday.

By the way, if anyone knows what the hell is wrong with the html Chrome could I explain? and bored me to publish everything in black and white.

And read the Cemetery of Prague, Umberg Eco Happiness recomendadísimo by Batista who, now I understand, he did knowingly ...

Germans Ah those verbs that are never where they should do it!

oh yeah.

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brief

In fact, the lack of internet, and a bit of time (because now I have my noses really stuck exclusively Alberto) has declined to publish and post script. And of course, ball ungrateful, 60 visitors on average, now I have only 30. Porridge.

But how can you blame them?

addition, I must confess, I've written a lot, but they are things that I then publish. That's fine: I save the bear to come to clear the recently published, etc, etc ...

had two beautiful texts and publishable. But at the time when I felt like it. One was written in the shadow of the consultation with the higuiatra. Terrible. Another about that too, but in another shade. Anyway. I come not only to stop coming. Promise to post something nice next week. For the next week send a protocapítulo. And I have no energy for anything else.

not stop coming, the public. Or at least come on Tuesday. There will be news soon.

As you saw yesterday in a pre-release the girl in the red cloak. Movie Palomera, simpaticona if one does not expect the latest feat in Cannes.

But yes, I saw with my red hooded sweatshirt, dressed for the occasion ...

We return on Tuesday. Promised.

sponge (which had been dreaming of Valerio ... and with the counterparty to the cap)

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May God rest his soul! Excusatio

Today, Monday Holy Monday of Passion, has died in a traffic accident Don Juan Pedro Domecq Solis, Count of Assault, cattle rancher bulls.

I will not be a cynic and deny that their livestock not going through a good time and that is one of the leading exponents of current outcast bull. Nor will I deny that evolution and the degree of perfection has been reached with the bulls in mating "Domecq" is due in large part to their contributions.

No, today is not the day to praise nor to criticize it, today is a day just to entrust to God and ask him to rest his soul.

Don Juan Pedro Domecq, rest in peace!

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Read the postscript at the bottom. Ciaus.

When you finish the thesis, write a novel that happens all in Dresden (is that today I saw a program on Dresden DW ... ahem, yes, I'm home mom). Of course, ahem. First I have to go to Dresden. WANT TO GO TO DRESDEN!!

not blame me. The Epicureín (nitrate Eudaimonina) I dried coconut.

That, to live and translate from German frutilupis like Greek (well, with Collins, and pursuing the verbs, as if the light had gone blind and sought the foot of the table for me the idea where is the refrigerator and everything else, absurd sentences and then seeing five or six lines between konjugiert konjunktor and verb ... or can someone do you really talk like that? and above all to find the famous abbreviation bzw. and discover that this abbreviated palabrón: beziehungsweise that, ultimately, can be translated as "or" ... it all makes me think that if he thought in German, my thought would be a great anacoluthon ... although I am suspecting that it already is, perhaps because of the frutilupis or Epicureín. Who knows)

Lately my conversations revolve around my cats. Chupacabras that escaped from the house because they forgot to close the door (¡¡¡!!!) and, however, returned safe and sound in the morning and I did not consider ... until I saw the door open. Kualia, however, remained cautiously looking from the inside (yes, it is now Kualia with 'K' because the vet can not pronounce 'Qualia'). And who cares that intentioned and that the divisions sleeve and to whom? Well

. Why I read novels (almost equivalent to seeing them, let's be honest): to be a topic of conversation. But of course! the only thing I talk of the novel is to get a kitten called boxer and he bites the button on the pajamas to the protagonist, taking Cipramil and that, however, is the heroine and solves murder mysteries. And unlike the protagonists of Umberto Eco is neither priest nor scholar, but is tax lawyer (?) And thanks to its ability to be (¿¿??) tax lawyer is able to solve the murder misteriosísimos Kiruna, a city Swedish Lapland region (you know, midnight sun, six-month nights, northern lights ... that.)

And why not wait for me to write my own novel. Much more interesting than those of Åsa Larsson. I mean, because it tells the beautiful snow, and that the new snow and hard snow, and frigid air, snow and more snow here and there ... and that one receives an email from Mr. Tal and then I read twenty-seven times and it takes 4 hours to write the answer. Well, in the end that Mr. That he ignored. But it was right: in the first installment of the novel he sliced \u200b\u200bhis belly with a knife and Penitas be saved, and the second ends crazy taking Cipramil in a psychiatric clinic (I suppose that in addition to snow, that is another ubiquitous character Swedish film and literature: the psychiatric) ... that Mr. Just ignore him ... Måns! Måns is called! Good: Måns pays attention.

But I want to write a novel. No one where I put the autobiographical (ie: Åsa Larsson is (¿¿¿???) tax lawyer and the only thing he could think of was to make a tax lawyer Rebecca Martinsson (¿¿¿¿????). Sure, the protagonist of Foucault's Pendulum is Philologist. But that joke is over the matter: at least investigating the Templars. And still the police's protagonist is William of Baskerville Eco. Walk! Something like that!.

Sure, I would I to defend the nominalist. No. I would have to be a mystery to be resolved with optical pure. And my main character called Roger Bacon.

No. Neither. For some reason the history of the Middle Ages did not draw much attention. And the worst is that supposed to be much more interesting than the historical parts that do not interest me. Tell me, for example, what the hell is interesting about the time from Diocletian to Romulus Augustus? But then I have written the story of Valerio.

Do you remember? the original Valerio Valerio Chrysippus called Fifth Macrobius (note that at the time still left to Scipio neoplatoniquitos ... ay!).

But ... Is the thirteenth century?

Well, I bought the book by a Frenchman who taught in Chiapas on Feudalism. The assumption behind it is nice: Americans are clasp Gold of feudalism. Wow. Who knows. Ok. I was surprised that there is an entire justificatory discourse in Mexico why we must study the Middle Ages. And all is well argued and the whole thing. And who can doubt it? And ultimately my only argument has always been: if the Germans are Mayanists and even called the Codex Codex From "I can not be medievalist and study the manuscripts of a German? Ultimately, I say.

Anyway. As I was saying. I want to write a novel. And no, I want to be copycat with Umberto Eco and make a few monjecitos XIII century (well, the Eco is the fourteenth, but I say that my heroes would be some optical and very, very realistic!). No. My story has to take place in Dresden. And yes. Just before, during and after the bombing of Dresden ultrafamoso . So, in full second world wars. I blame what I have to make me more interesting is the WWII that the rule of Charlemagne!

And that has many mysteries to be solved. And that has many players (if not it would be a novel, but a cuentote ... and to heal from such an accusation, seems to Åsa Larsson tried to get many players in the third novel, and it came out of the turnip, because in the end connecting all the characters were over-accidental).

And where snow is a novel much (of course, also in Dresden I have to see snow.)

And of course one of the protagonists is a handsome young man who has sooooo many adventures (not these adventures! Obviously part of me that wants to write a novel is 12 years !!!!) It will be a tragic hero. Ultra tragic! And the novel will end type Hundred Years of Solitude: half and half but just the opposite. No moral, no message of encouragement, without any of that. Be three times more fat than The Magic Mountain.

is more, I only know of my novel is that the handsome young man dies buried under the snow road to Stalingrad. And while the snow cover will hear the second movement of the Seventh Symphony Bétofen. He was a musician, obviously. "Pianist? Or look for a more interesting? "Clarinet? No! So if jazz .... mmhh ... Does the oboe? Nein. You must be an instrument that fits in the backpack of a soldier.

And yes. Also ... time will have many layers. An ancestor of his, then his grandchildren, then a mystery that takes several generations to resolve ...

but what good review of my novel does not exist yet! Excellent! Looks really good!

but I have to finish a thesis, go to Dresden, see snow and stop eating FRUTILUPIS And so I can concentrate EPICUREÍN !!!!!

I want to write that novel ...

... I want it to be invented.

psychiatric sponge.

PS: The advantage of the ambiguity of Castilian, is that I can someday make a post which is called "My Adventures with the German" and will have to read to find out if I met a German who had many adventures, or if I'm talking the boring story of how I discovered that alone requires zwar sentence with a verb, but und zwar not, and how that made me lose many hours. * Sigh *

How You Know You Have Lice

Hood Report

As always, the post has two parts: the anecdotal and philosophical. A lack of color, subtitles will guide you to avoid reading a boring choro, and others can go straight to the promised delivery.

This has three sections: Trivia, Choro Philosophical and Epilogue. The epilogue is cute, so they can spend at the end of those boring post and take a philosophical choro oclayo.

I'm going to sleep while (it often happens that I write these introductions the end) and see you soon, when I got to publish it here recorded.

Ah! Parish Notices: well yes, the billboard is paying mothers. But yes, every Tuesday there will be advances in theory and every Friday (for protests Higuito) higuiátrico choro. The other days are still pending .

Trivia

life

Without closing internet works much better. Why not me in the slightest effort to get it. If you need something, there are the IIFs or Mom's. Or the Starbucks or sangrona's.

The sangrona's. Had told them no? suddenly my ma had some exotic symptoms. The people of Xola sangrona's behaved to every mother with us. And that night I awake in the hospital. Not sleeping was not the problem, as you understand, but the strange environment. And since the Internet is reserved for patients who have earned the right to bed, I had no more than continue translating. A Anzulewicz ratites to ratitos Albert.

One advantage of private hospitals is that the family has free access to their sick child. And when I heard my mom snoring peacefully I left all the terrors and I could sit down to translate. I never thought I looked like a Latin language so fluent after the headaches caused by the German. And to my great fortune, he acknowledged that Latin had long had to translate from German, I'm going very slow but surely. Early

doitor specialist arrived and I said that everything was in order. From early morning he had sent the correct medications, and pneumas moods and my ma were back in order. Exotic symptoms subsided and we returned home happy.

But assume that it should be a report of my tesistas progress, not the events surrounding the thesis. One of the events is Åsa Larsson, but not related to fellow Stieg Larsson. And the thing works. When I have internet under the heading of "the weaker sex." But either because I got the blues, or as he lowered his inventiveness to the writers, the fact is that the soap opera seems increasingly dull, repetitive and slug. The wife left the husband is still behaving as if it were abandoned wife. The children of divorce see their parents remarry. Click novel: what is needed is that we teach the little children of divorced parents that we can remain happy because divorce affects not love our parents have. Although not always the case. But it should be. And the other characters and give me free spawn. Not depart from the cliché of good and bad. So the Colombian telenovelas are so Path: Yago because they need to be good dramas.

Anyway. I still Divangar. The fact is that a lack of soap, I have a novella by Åsa Larsson. And has the quality that one begins to understand that living in the north pole is to live eternally wet. You sweat but you can not remove the anorak (what the hell is an anorak? Without wikipedia I can not figure out). And if you're not careful, you can not get the car because it snowed a lot. And that is ridiculous when Estocolmianos arrive at Kiruna in light clothing. I guess that's 'light clothes' does not refer to garments that are customary in Yucatan summer. And the cold wind is like opening the skin Lajitas. And people come to work at four in the morning, because simply no point in living under a clock that does not get under the sun, or whenever there is light or there is never light. So if someone has insomnia, he goes to work. Okay read Åsa Larsson, and I have an idea of \u200b\u200bhow Finland (although the novel is about Sweden). Total: the only thing that gives me panic in Finland is the Finnish has 15 cases and I doubt that sometime in life can learn more than Perkele. But everything else I am not afraid. It does not happen to die made ice cubes.

Choro Philosophical

Ah yes ... the report.

Well, things are well. Nuchelmas finished reading. Two things got clear (and a useful bibliography of Emesa Nemesio about the thirteenth century.) One, the intent is not fully given if it is in the proposition. Ok. Ando discovered the coffee. And the other is that Alberto intentio in at least the elictae intentioned can be a parent to the dictates of Abelard (or as I call enuntiabile later.) That is: where lies are truth or falsity (the bearers of true and falsity.) That makes it quite distinct from Avicenna. According to me, for the intentioned Avicenita are what is made or broken with the formae (the product of sensory perception), ie, they are one of the terms of the conjunction. But Alberto is the composition or division itself. (And yes, I seemed to perceive, at last, what is the problem of empty names: it's like dividing by zero).

If I prove that, up to Deborah Black release me (again). It is not enough that the intentio be a sign of something to be intentional. From Aristotle's On Interpretation is very clear that there are sequences of signs that are incomplete and others that are complete. The proposition is the only complete. And I believe that only through it can return to the world. Sure! is necessary that the names refer to the proposition hold, but the term itself is unable to relate. Needs the vehicle of the proposition.

Or (as the French say), it happens at the level of content intellective, it must pass the sensitive soul similarly if it is to refer.

But first it might be worthwhile to clarify a few things (that I have confused rete). One is that 'concept' we understand it as something belonging to linguistic beings right?. But, for example, for a thirteenth (ie, the thirteenth century) a 'concept' of reason always implies the presence of a universal. Universal, I would almost say, is for our contemporaries an exotic creature among creatures conceptual. One more that is difficult to treat if one refuses to nominalism (perhaps for the Stoics was equally problematic.) But for a scholastic Aristotelian universal is the basis of rationality, or rather, of understanding.

In a very nice little article that I spent the Lobito on language in animals as Albertus Magnus, is evidenced the thing: the serpent whispered to Eve was a vehicle of the devil (body wise), but the snake did not understand the words who uttered. Why? because it lacks a rational soul, ie the intellect capable of housing the universal. Without such 'disembodied body' the snake does not capture the meaning or significance of what he says, because, as I, a concept is merely the fulfillment of a universal individuating features materials. But these characteristics are individuating inaprehesibles for understanding. This needs to return to the 'image sensitive' to identify the universal concept. Understand that this is an orange requires trade between the intellect and imaginative powers. So there is no homunculus fallacy. But also why there is no theory the proper name. And maybe that's why he had to get their hands a century after the theory to work better. If

theory of language as it is somewhat deficient as a theory of mind is almost perfect. Almost because, as I have seen throughout this century, how exactly the trade occurs between the universal and the particular within the soul is not so easy to explain. However, in general the scheme works well, even has a near-natural solution to the problem of empty names. Imagination will always be there for the lack of reference auxilizar.

Now if the sound level required to refer the declarative sentence, that is, able to assert that the state of things in the world, what happens to the soul level sensitive? As we need a scoring Wolfson dianoetikón similar to Aristotelian and divide a level of sensation.

(go for coffee, I keep explaining orita)

seven minutes

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(and came)

Well, we have the power that unites and divides. Is that enough? Perhaps compare with Avicenna first serve here for something.

Our beloved physician knows that unite and divide enough to explain the behavior private animal intellect. What causes the horse to combine 'red, round and sweet' feel like the apple? An orthodox Aristotelian would say that the mere fancy stored in memory, which relates that with appetite and pleasure enough. What makes the dog issue to the stone that has beaten him before? Orthodox say the same pain that the union with the image of the stone. But here things get complicated. What kind of passion is pain? What are referred to the pain? "'Pain' is a property of the thing?

No. 'pain' is not an intentional property (yes, rivers of ink have run on this, but I adhere to those who argue that ... and I think also Avicenna). And if not, then there can be a property of 'stone', ie could not be put into composition with the image of the stone (which, being the image, refer to: ergo, it is intentional). The dog has a sore leg, but how combining 'pain' with 'rock'?

Actually, what the dog needs is to be attributed to the stone the property of 'painful' or 'agent of pain. " But being "agent of pain 'is not a sensible quality, therefore can not be perceived by the senses. Say, the hand feels cold or hot, pain or itching; but that's not the same as attributing the heat a cup of coffee or cold to snow.

So what is it like to be 'agent of pain'? Nuchelmas

us a brief summary of the Stoic theory of lekt (I assume via Rist). And yes, it might be a clever way to explain the situation to Avicenna. A body is an agent, say estoiquitos. And the actions of that body as they are not themselves bodies. In 'The knife cuts', 'knife' is a body and 'cut' the action it performs. Is incorporeal. And so imperceptible to the senses. (I can not remember how things were going, but had already written better. It's happened in the next issue: the relationship of the intentioned sensibilis lekt Avicenna).

The kern of the case, then, is that the action exerted by the stone on the dog is not something that is perceived by the external senses: not seen and not palpable. Of course remains unclear, if my hypothesis is correct, how is that 'pain' we went to the intentio of "agent of pain." But at least solve the central problem posed by Avicenna: how to obtain, not through the intellect, a kind of practical information that will enable the beast to act accordingly and protect your life.

(For the most important case this is not the natural caution but the stone that hit the dog. The precautions are an exception explaining why the sheep are not extinct, if the experience needed to fear the wolves, and would disappear, since they are unable to communicate with each other experiences, let alone as he teaches the sheep the lamb that wolves are dangerous).

As you can see, dear readers, what you get with your intentioned Avicenna is the ability to explain how the union and division operates successfully without universal concepts that allow the execution of the practical syllogism.

Or (again in French) for just Avicenna the conjución and division of these elements to ensure the reference to the world. Ie the apperception of the state of affairs. No complicated, it goes further.

But Latinos, while Aristotle had no next to each other subterfuges were devoted to making the argument, had many other concerns. Where lies the truth or falsity? "In the state of affairs or mental content? "At an intermediate, namely, something like the contemporary proposal that guarantees the truth persists beyond the disappearance of those who believe in it? But if the philosopher and said mean things under the impressions that are in the soul, then what role the mental contents?

Here's where the happy dictates or enuntiabiles.

(cigars ... here I go and I choked and I need fresh air to see if I can pick up the thread. Just advance them something: in the end everyone will end by saying that the mental correlates of the dictates that proposition mysteriously is not something that is apprehended through the senses. But the dictates are not property, oh no!. It is the content of the proposition, ie the product of division and composition. Or put another way: veri et falsi ... Sound familiar, dear readers?)

Ok. I have no battery. I'll make a very brief preview of the next installment.

As stated above, the substantial difference between Avicenna and Alberti intentioned, is that the former are properties of the thing, which are subsequently joined or divided with formae. A formae can unite or divide with another (white with salt) or a intentio (hairy-gray with hostility). In contrast, the latter are the product of the merger or division. What unites and divides? the imago or similitudines.

This is very important to note that the same analogy holds Alberto. In a question (do not ask me what: why I'm translating the De homine, because my fucking 100 pages notes a map became unintelligible), said in an objection to a question asks whether, as there are apprehensions simplex and complex, so with sensible objects. The answer is devastating: a difference of Intellect which, by its nature, is able to accommodate both types, the meaning is not. Therefore, the mere apprehensions are in the imaginatio while the compound owned by the phantasia.

But what is the arrest made? veri et falsi intentio. This, as you can see, is analogous to the problem of enuntiabile oder dictates. Why?

The issue of more or less gives you well (ok, recharging batteries ... but do not ask for much):

A proposition does not mean only under their referents. If so, there would be no difference between "white dog" and the two different meanings "the dog is white" (compositio) and "the dog is not white" (divitio). But what thing in the world is referred to by the union or division? There is a steer that is, is not something that falls under the ten Aristotelian categories (as can be 'dog' and 'white'). But it's real, because otherwise there would be no meaning whatsoever. Therefore, whatever it is, is not something that comes first by the senses.

The question, then, is that what is had significantly by the declarative sentence is something that goes beyond simple terms mentioned. And this surplus is what Abelard (the Heloise) called dicta, while his supporters urged to resolve the myriad of problems left ontological, called enuntiabiles.

Some of the fans, they thought that extra something that is apprehended by the intellect without the mediation of the senses. But it does not apprehended in the passive sense that it apprehends the simplex, ie the universal concepts. Others agreed that it is a product of the soul: it is she who, through composition and division produces.

(damn! Now begins to make sense why Albert is so concerned to show that, despite the jucie own senses, the sensitive soul is passive ... hmm).

Well, there are almost no battery (in my mentesita). The way it is. Alberto

postulated in De homine 'two' external sensory faculties: own senses and common sense. And four internal sensory faculties: imagination, fantasy, estimation and memory (and its counterpart rational reminiscence).

The role of the imagination is made of the similitudines or images, and prepares them for the other faculties: the imagination, intellect, memory, or the same common sense. Remember: they are the equivalent sensitivity of simple apprehension.

dyad Then there is the fantasy-estimate. The role of the estimate, in De homine is almost subsidiary to the fantasy. And the role of fantasy is elica the intentions of the false and true through the composition and division of images.

Now, unlike English which has its verb 'elict' in Castilian lack of an equivalent, which leads to headaches, but also be smart about how to find the exact meaning Alberto's term. Elicere What do you mean here? As the Lobito is it produced?

As we have seen, if we keep the analogy with the dictates of Abelard, would be a legitimate translation, unless enuntiabile theory says otherwise Alberto (Alberto has provided such a theory, but stresses that Alberto Nuchelmans in On Interpretation does not pay beyond what they already said Aberlardo and his followers, which gives me hope that something similar to find us Alberto).

Anyway. I ran out of battery. I hope they can, with this, get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhere will the chapter. Now, the important thing: what follow steps for this fucking post will become a chapter?

1 .- The first is to finish translating the De homine. I explain. And read it. And write it down. And took appointments. But I still have an overview of the text. Also, after reading Nuchelmas (here I recognize his talents to Lobito Sen Sei) I dropped the twenty what to look at De homine. Thus, my method is as follows. Translate a 'post' and make it a summary highlighting the points that interest me, and letting noted what appears to me important, prioritizing one thing and another (the big problem with my first file is to write down everything that I called attention, and that became impenetrable).

2 .- The second is to end Ansulewicz. As I understand, there is the issue that interests me in this paragraph, except for a sub topic on materials appendages (which have not yet arrived). In any case, what he says Ansulewicz is relevant to the second part of the thesis: the problem of animatum speculum, ie the causal connection between the perceived and perception. But then I speak to that issue. Is, say, the other side of the problem. If I'm dealing with the intentional, then you have to deal with the causal process.

3 .- Send you to Lobito preliminary results of which I am talking.

4 .- Read a good time for Alberto interpretatione to seek a more solid basis than the stories of Abelard on dicta.

5 .- See if we're staying with the De homine or if we are to enter the De anima. I explain: in the De anima Alberto change the rules (that how you like it!). I think so we got to the De anima. However, this requires going through Averroes (glup!). We'll see if that remains for the proposition that follows, or if it fits into this. It all depends on my speed, and patience of the wolf wolf.

And

. For now.

Epilogue

I met at Lobito in the course of the debate on the Intellect in the thirteenth century. At that time all the blame was such ab Errare ... no, I say, Averroes. Magnum wrote a Commentary to llamdo text of animals. Inconseguible text. Well, there are

I was shocked that the teacher is more likely to happen was to understand the German translation to the Latin text. Anyway. The fact is that we do not want to spend photocopies of the Latin text. And there you have to sangrona of sponge who searched for air, land and sea (well, at the libraries of the city) until he found him. A set of photocopies, then would know they were copies of the copies that had Lobito. He went back when he saw my text. Yo, all proud, as I presumed. It was. At that time we believed that in Mexico there was another copy of the publication of Crawford, but these sets of photocopies.

it happened that one day a friend told me of the existence of Avicenna's books in a bookshop in the city. And I was (I invited Lobito, the record, but he declió the invitation).

What was my surprise when it turned out that this was the library Gregorio López López, recently deceased, who was my teacher of Thomistic Philosophy!. An old man that As I read Chinese, German and Zapotec. And what treasures had there!

I remember at that time was on the phone with Paco who I was telling a vital tragedy ... when in front of me, bound in green with gold letters, addressed the Averroes Latinus, Great Comment ...

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! !

is strange to think that this was like a godsend, the goddess of fortune, or daimon that I was fortunate. It was like a pact with medieval philosophy. It was like a prize for having so eagerly sought and have succeeded, while an agreement to undertake the journey of no return ... in the hand of my Sen Sei.

It is also curious that the final text is going to study for master's thesis. A seal.

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Honky Tonk Tesistan card. THURSDAY

Well, no, of course what would happen otherwise?!

sponge just trying to put order into something, and entropy retaliates against its most successful agent.

Yes. Falla nomber guan: it falls alive arris54g maintaining my connection to the world. Well, what problem? texts can be written in Word and then post in the sangrona's (or any other internet source). Done. Well, except Higuito participation had to be done in the higuiatra hot because you see the same Thursday.

(Here the creatures that you want to write utitadixerim mutiny to hegemonikon: Why set at Higuito on Thursday?! Higuito Then, on the verge of tears (remember that a patient higuátrico) is a reminder that has been under much pressure, that little bursts ... and who knows more what.)

But that's enough. "The imperturbable Hans" was given to Paco, because one was so happy that I forgot to write down the name. And of course: after a while, after a while I write the review but What was the name the star? And Dad? and Peter the Foul! ... no, not Peter ... nothing: you forgot to professional procrastinator's name all the characters. Except for Oma ... ahem ... but that was not the character's name but his title of nobility: grandmother (and what they want! a child, and sometimes my dad yet, "said Pal-Oma-Oma-y. ..). And, well, it is obvious: the professional procrastinator you can not assign any work because the procrastinating!

Do you mean?

was made to help the chapter may Paloma!

But: Alberto translating. Its role is to procrastinate. Anzulewicz read this is the role of Paloma. And of course, for that you need internet.

Well, there you have it in the sangrona's. And what happens? you have to deal with the FB. And what happens? Mom arrives with some exotic symptoms of some exotic disease that sent the hopital so and so. And it must await the outcome of the analysis. And you have to wait interclinical Specialist. And that gives the morning, and that was to have breakfast with Ely and Elisa and you have to talk to Ely, or waking too early or too late to avoid waiting hours to take in Barranca del Metro.

And that cats did not think before leaving the house "I'm going to make croquettes "???? Yes, I thought. And then I thought, but if I come back orita!!

jajajajajajajaja

And now hungry.

And for the same reason I took my novel ... and I have addiction to the novel.

But in the end was good, because since neither novel nor the Internet, professional procrastinator translated a bit of Alberto. And then "recognized" a passage that just may translate Paloma German (Ah labor cost as hell !!!!) And so so! Anzulewicz finally connects with Alberto ... ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ THE FUCKING GERMAN IS MORE DIFFICULT THAN THE GREEK !!!!!!!

And then another character tells utito: nel cake ... is that I do not remember, is what happens ...

Anyway. That's what happened. That's why we have not respected the plan billboards. What is more, not today's story says: Well no ... Valerio nothing: much Anzulewicz yet. And, rereading the good of Black ... hehe ... Juara Juara ... ok. Better not say anything.

And do not say anything because, gentlemen, this blog will move from

TUESDAY

TUESDAY

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with the progress of the thesis.

My mom is fine, and forwarded all the exotic.

(except the exotic dancing experience because who would you not remove?

That

spend nice weekend:

sponges and other creatures.