this really hurts ...
http://helenlafloresta.blogspot.com/2011/04/patricia-heras.html
http://postporno.blogspot.com/2011/04/despedida-de-patri-poeta- difunta.html
all from here, and it is useless ... a kiss ...
shock anger and pain ...
"no" more ...
( here the "news" in Diagonal ...)
(suicide is one of the dams of the 4-f in Barcelona. "I know it's news, I know that is the holder ... but who has committed suicide was heritage Not a headline ... dammit!)
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
I Need Church Donation
Mass (report) to the crowd (scattered)
(First re-visitation of the words that name, and tell us)
P taught that it was appropriate to respond to people from different trenches as media-allowed-areas, launched its" I acknowledge "the" marchers as usual ", the" intellectual dazed 'that blinded by the flaming finger of López Obrador has called from a "presumed stupidity' to stop it!, a No blood!, a mother are up! In Mexico and other parts of the problems of social movements is almost immediately appealing to the reaction and not action, wasting energy and time in space-time coordinates and, in particular, declarative, often control the powers, thereby accepting outside play in court and arbitrator against. The time for social movements is not the media time, its timing is due to other logics and other ways to build up strength, but especially must appeal to reflexivity, fundamental condition to leave the immediate thought. Against
sterile polarization and exhausting, this entry aims to help put in a frame of mind analytical, which I think are key elements include, without moral judgments, "the" are to the mother "that national and international level seems to be detonated a movement that can be read from the conventional policy frameworks of the twentieth century in general copada major stakeholders: the labor movement, the student, another set of organized social expressions.
you read and consider carefully the ink has been spilled about the validity or otherwise of these expressions of fullness, I find that many of them more than the quoted abounds easy, the drone of the known, familiar, do not risk a different interpretation. I would assume that this is a practice by inertia (go to the interpretative frameworks provided) that a declarative ignorant practice the times and the amount of analysis, thinkers (without suspicion, as Virno, Bauman, Zizek, among many others), turning points that circulate widely, and not the smooth closed space of an academy that does not dialogue with the social, but scattered throughout the network (although this chronotope is already insufficient to understand the new spaces circulation collective knowledge).
Honestly, I do not read in most articles, columns, spaces of opinion against the "we're up to the mother," will read "the modalities of the possible", as called Virno, but attempts to "fail at all costs and at all costs "that other diffuse but focused on the figure of a generic intellectual, who intentions and motives are charged.
There is no magic, nothing hidden in the force that took the call of the poet Javier Sicilia, after the murder of his son, under the slogan (not entered) "are to the mother," was articulated in complex ways to " No + Blood " called months ago. Here, there is the concept of "mass" to Canneti, which may help to clarify the (s) question (s) but just the notion of many, much more in keeping with contemporary forms of political action, which names articulate subjects retaining its multiple nature. The dough is report, follow a leader, but can go crazy and once unleashed, will operate as one, while the crowd is dispersed together (with paradoxes are made these days), are added and divided up according to the natures many of its members. If the "we're up to the mother" had an impact, not for the "mediocrity of protest, "but because this term evoked and bring together the many scattered were in that formulation a form of recognition and empathy (not represented). Just a perusal of the many marches, sit-ins and rallies in the country and outside it, on 6 April, to ascertain the diversity of political subjects who took as his expression and took to the streets to add their difference in a common cry. This, I believe, of citizens are fed policy. The crowd is mixed and varies according to their theory, it has elements of negativity and dissolved. But beyond that, I think, I am certain, that this crowd operates as a symptom of the gravity that afflicts this country. Not insulted his own, labeling with notions of old paradigms and can understand the protest.
Among the many urgent needs of the violent times that hit the country, central and key are the words that have served us, help us to operate on the present, about events, about reality. For some years often repeat in my lectures and articles that "failure nomenclature, we lack linguistic tools to name what happens, what haunts us, what makes us vulnerable and even, which, at times, we makes them happy, we betray the imaginary, so caught in what has been, not what it is. Attentive listening is critical.
(First re-visitation of the words that name, and tell us)
"He commands the story, is not the voice is heard "
Italo Calvino
sterile polarization and exhausting, this entry aims to help put in a frame of mind analytical, which I think are key elements include, without moral judgments, "the" are to the mother "that national and international level seems to be detonated a movement that can be read from the conventional policy frameworks of the twentieth century in general copada major stakeholders: the labor movement, the student, another set of organized social expressions.
you read and consider carefully the ink has been spilled about the validity or otherwise of these expressions of fullness, I find that many of them more than the quoted abounds easy, the drone of the known, familiar, do not risk a different interpretation. I would assume that this is a practice by inertia (go to the interpretative frameworks provided) that a declarative ignorant practice the times and the amount of analysis, thinkers (without suspicion, as Virno, Bauman, Zizek, among many others), turning points that circulate widely, and not the smooth closed space of an academy that does not dialogue with the social, but scattered throughout the network (although this chronotope is already insufficient to understand the new spaces circulation collective knowledge).
Honestly, I do not read in most articles, columns, spaces of opinion against the "we're up to the mother," will read "the modalities of the possible", as called Virno, but attempts to "fail at all costs and at all costs "that other diffuse but focused on the figure of a generic intellectual, who intentions and motives are charged.
There is no magic, nothing hidden in the force that took the call of the poet Javier Sicilia, after the murder of his son, under the slogan (not entered) "are to the mother," was articulated in complex ways to " No + Blood " called months ago. Here, there is the concept of "mass" to Canneti, which may help to clarify the (s) question (s) but just the notion of many, much more in keeping with contemporary forms of political action, which names articulate subjects retaining its multiple nature. The dough is report, follow a leader, but can go crazy and once unleashed, will operate as one, while the crowd is dispersed together (with paradoxes are made these days), are added and divided up according to the natures many of its members. If the "we're up to the mother" had an impact, not for the "mediocrity of protest, "but because this term evoked and bring together the many scattered were in that formulation a form of recognition and empathy (not represented). Just a perusal of the many marches, sit-ins and rallies in the country and outside it, on 6 April, to ascertain the diversity of political subjects who took as his expression and took to the streets to add their difference in a common cry. This, I believe, of citizens are fed policy. The crowd is mixed and varies according to their theory, it has elements of negativity and dissolved. But beyond that, I think, I am certain, that this crowd operates as a symptom of the gravity that afflicts this country. Not insulted his own, labeling with notions of old paradigms and can understand the protest.
Among the many urgent needs of the violent times that hit the country, central and key are the words that have served us, help us to operate on the present, about events, about reality. For some years often repeat in my lectures and articles that "failure nomenclature, we lack linguistic tools to name what happens, what haunts us, what makes us vulnerable and even, which, at times, we makes them happy, we betray the imaginary, so caught in what has been, not what it is. Attentive listening is critical.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Thrush But Cream Not Working
hearts chat ...
on Wednesday the sky fell on Madrid ...
tonight I learned how to put a heart through the gmail chat ... ;)
and tonight, again at dawn, he was sleepless and guts to the surface ...
ah! 'and a heart is the symbol "\u0026lt;" (if you're writing the blog in HTML-like myself lately, I've gone geek ...- thus can not put no quotes or tell you your source string is not acceptable, because "there is an opening key tag at the end of the text" has not closed ...) And that, it turns out that a heart is the symbol ("\u0026lt;") chat over a "3"
\u0026lt;3 and hop!
happen to have a heart ...
\u0026lt;3
\u0026lt;3
\u0026lt;3
(or tits and a waist "impossible", depending how you look: p)
kisses ... :)
on Wednesday the sky fell on Madrid ...
tonight I learned how to put a heart through the gmail chat ... ;)
and tonight, again at dawn, he was sleepless and guts to the surface ...
ah! 'and a heart is the symbol "\u0026lt;" (if you're writing the blog in HTML-like myself lately, I've gone geek ...- thus can not put no quotes or tell you your source string is not acceptable, because "there is an opening key tag at the end of the text" has not closed ...) And that, it turns out that a heart is the symbol ("\u0026lt;") chat over a "3"
\u0026lt;3 and hop!
happen to have a heart ...
\u0026lt;3
\u0026lt;3
\u0026lt;3
(or tits and a waist "impossible", depending how you look: p)
kisses ... :)
Friday, April 22, 2011
Losing Someone Your Cocky Quotes
FDM-2 Tramacastilla demoniac
few weeks ago I set down here an audio file of the program "wind rose" with this Tramacastilla story of Tena ( here is ). The same that had this event in the space station Onda Cero, Jesus Callejo , visited the mystery ship the TV, also known as the Fourth Millennium, Channel Four degrees. Moreover, the cameras This program visited the PELAIRES Biescas adoption and birth betal, José Miguel Navarro Lopez , after a few weeks, eating us nails and other things on hold, here is finally the video:
few weeks ago I set down here an audio file of the program "wind rose" with this Tramacastilla story of Tena ( here is ). The same that had this event in the space station Onda Cero, Jesus Callejo , visited the mystery ship the TV, also known as the Fourth Millennium, Channel Four degrees. Moreover, the cameras This program visited the PELAIRES Biescas adoption and birth betal, José Miguel Navarro Lopez , after a few weeks, eating us nails and other things on hold, here is finally the video:
Monday, April 18, 2011
Cartoons With Big Booty
...
numb I wake up (to see if I would believe that this, the fibers are going to go just like that, letting me do what I please ...) I turn on the TV while
breakfast (damned custom have one. I can read, I can do Sudoku. the case is to "look at something as breakfast. as it would be me sitting at the door a home-shop campaign or anything in the field, watching the horizon ...)
I was caught by a program in La2 on international cooperation.
as I expected, there is no one questioning the role of countries of origin of each partner in the international situation and the particular country of destination ...
you can help ...
and that is not
teach us prosthesis, faces mutilated by gunfire, veils covering the head "as a symbol of oppression", and other everyday issues that these other countries. normal thank goodness someone else thinks they are there and help. I even think in terms of "goodness there's a whole social fabric that compared with well-meaning people "... I get rabies
with phrases of gratitude and yes, ladies" that the aid worker asked a woman how has affected their community, in your life, that her husband has been shot in the face and have had to flee ... "question", I say, say, because it narrates what he wants to put before the camera on the person you are talking, because it has no only nod to what she says: "yes, ma'am" and "thank you, ma'am"
with the "show us your prosthesis
with employers who are deciding where to put a child high in Haiti following the disaster, and decide to in situ notebooks and pens to kids so small that neither can hold the notebook with his fingers which are driven by the row that adults have set up a time for camera ...
with employers that are taking place just before a shower in a hotel or placing a little girl over his lap and saying "look what I have girlfriend ..."
because ... Does anyone spoke of compassion , aid, structural desequivalencia , respect? ...
numb I wake up (to see if I would believe that this, the fibers are going to go just like that, letting me do what I please ...) I turn on the TV while
breakfast (damned custom have one. I can read, I can do Sudoku. the case is to "look at something as breakfast. as it would be me sitting at the door a home-shop campaign or anything in the field, watching the horizon ...)
I was caught by a program in La2 on international cooperation.
as I expected, there is no one questioning the role of countries of origin of each partner in the international situation and the particular country of destination ...
you can help ...
and that is not
teach us prosthesis, faces mutilated by gunfire, veils covering the head "as a symbol of oppression", and other everyday issues that these other countries. normal thank goodness someone else thinks they are there and help. I even think in terms of "goodness there's a whole social fabric that compared with well-meaning people "... I get rabies
with phrases of gratitude and yes, ladies" that the aid worker asked a woman how has affected their community, in your life, that her husband has been shot in the face and have had to flee ... "question", I say, say, because it narrates what he wants to put before the camera on the person you are talking, because it has no only nod to what she says: "yes, ma'am" and "thank you, ma'am"
with the "show us your prosthesis
with employers who are deciding where to put a child high in Haiti following the disaster, and decide to in situ notebooks and pens to kids so small that neither can hold the notebook with his fingers which are driven by the row that adults have set up a time for camera ...
with employers that are taking place just before a shower in a hotel or placing a little girl over his lap and saying "look what I have girlfriend ..."
because ... Does anyone spoke of compassion
Friday, April 15, 2011
Sceletium Tortuosum Side Effects
This blog is put here is musical
"I speak of change is our home" ... for the 8 young people in Michoacan, the 158 bodies that need to be appointed in San Fernando, for the thousands of absences hurt us:
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Free Plans For A Floating Arm Trebuchet
today does not hurt ...
I get up early to go to the garden sitting
half hour wait to get my mate to pick
has been lost in the hell that is the M-30 when you have bad sense of direction and does not co-pilot ...
ambassadors and I see people go ... Gait
expensive, abject bodies, looks lost and bags full of nothing ... the rest of the world, "normal" does not stroll by ambassadors at this time ...
dogs sniff here and there, always faithful unsteadily those who claim to be their masters ...
my partner finally arrives.
finally arrived at the garden and my sight is lost at infinity at the same time focuses on a ridge and scratches. weed killers. eludes spider bites ...
slurry sprayed with nettle
the mini-greenhouse irrigation
my arms feel heavy, rough after layer of clay that protects ...
lavapiés back asked me if I give a certificate of her husband in the INEM she was going to collect on their behalf with their identity card and authorization. no wonder why she goes. is he who is unemployed and does nothing all day ... but do not ask and I offer the tortilla spike at the end I have not eaten in the garden, knowing that when I get home I expect with the food cooked ... It now goes to work and did not have time to eat ... No cooking for her ... I meet
also a daughter of another Mary. has become pregnant again. in that house do nothing but keep dogs and children ... not want to ask about the father. not again. but I wonder. "This time is happy," she says, "is going to be a child." yet she still lives at home with his mother. with her sister, their previous daughter and sons and daughters of his sister. and dogs. and the sons and daughters of the first dogs ...
just before I pass my site, too, with one of the regulars at the bar, "my" bar. The other day I was with my sister there before going to a room where it will be, close to me, far from it ... I can not help almost stick a boost when it happens ... because by seeing my sister and me (kissing, hugging, caressing) it seems that they heard him say, "this is also a dyke or what?"
finally get home.
but I have to send a mail on feminist film festival, LGBT, queer and trans I do in the CABA, before eating.
like.
not take a shower because I do not have time, but I wash my arms and remove, as far as I can, traces of mud on my biceps and forearms, my nails, cracks in my hands ...
go to the bookstore. I read the new comic-story of Marjane Satrapi. "A sigh" is called. I can not believe that after everything he has written to dial a story like this, where the protagonist chooses to do penance for love (that sell enclave again and again until he can redeem his fault), and where all women displayed in history least she (who is also chaste and faithful to her "true love" after multiple proposals by other men) (O_o) are bad ... A story as I read on the internet (in a vain attempt to understand the incomprehensible) "is an unforgettable lesson about sacrifice, hope, and love lost and found"
bg!
empty ...
worse than empty ... Work on the web
Bookseller
wrap packages and watch my nails dirty on purple paper ...
I attend and recommend. I find books about women in Iraq, women in Iran ...
sigh goes back to where you came, right into the box returns ... Today I have
gender group and there that I go to the library I leave
're doing the sessions in a squat where he lives one of the companions.
the last session saw the "gender violence"
today we illustrate with a text, some videos, images ...
one after another after another
analysis we revolt.
need to drink, laugh
.
but conflicts with people nearby.
and (inevitably) the talk ...
came home with the vermouth (just) gone to his head
feel alien.
my body is not mine.
not hurt.
only dream I have and fatigue so
(encima!) want to write.
today was the intensity that makes me live,
and today, does not hurt ...
want to write something more "transcendent" (Japan, Libya, violence, probate, radioactive emissions ...)
but I can surprise my bed
longing but without waivers
tears because
today ...
not hurt ...
until tomorrow, world ...
half hour wait to get my mate to pick
has been lost in the hell that is the M-30 when you have bad sense of direction and does not co-pilot ...
ambassadors and I see people go ... Gait
expensive, abject bodies, looks lost and bags full of nothing ... the rest of the world, "normal" does not stroll by ambassadors at this time ...
dogs sniff here and there, always faithful unsteadily those who claim to be their masters ...
my partner finally arrives.
finally arrived at the garden and my sight is lost at infinity at the same time focuses on a ridge and scratches. weed killers. eludes spider bites ...
slurry sprayed with nettle
the mini-greenhouse irrigation
my arms feel heavy, rough after layer of clay that protects ...
lavapiés back asked me if I give a certificate of her husband in the INEM she was going to collect on their behalf with their identity card and authorization. no wonder why she goes. is he who is unemployed and does nothing all day ... but do not ask and I offer the tortilla spike at the end I have not eaten in the garden, knowing that when I get home I expect with the food cooked ... It now goes to work and did not have time to eat ... No cooking for her ... I meet
also a daughter of another Mary. has become pregnant again. in that house do nothing but keep dogs and children ... not want to ask about the father. not again. but I wonder. "This time is happy," she says, "is going to be a child." yet she still lives at home with his mother. with her sister, their previous daughter and sons and daughters of his sister. and dogs. and the sons and daughters of the first dogs ...
just before I pass my site, too, with one of the regulars at the bar, "my" bar. The other day I was with my sister there before going to a room where it will be, close to me, far from it ... I can not help almost stick a boost when it happens ... because by seeing my sister and me (kissing, hugging, caressing) it seems that they heard him say, "this is also a dyke or what?"
finally get home.
but I have to send a mail on feminist film festival, LGBT, queer and trans I do in the CABA, before eating.
like.
not take a shower because I do not have time, but I wash my arms and remove, as far as I can, traces of mud on my biceps and forearms, my nails, cracks in my hands ...
go to the bookstore. I read the new comic-story of Marjane Satrapi. "A sigh" is called. I can not believe that after everything he has written to dial a story like this, where the protagonist chooses to do penance for love (that sell enclave again and again until he can redeem his fault), and where all women displayed in history least she (who is also chaste and faithful to her "true love" after multiple proposals by other men) (O_o) are bad ... A story as I read on the internet (in a vain attempt to understand the incomprehensible) "is an unforgettable lesson about sacrifice, hope, and love lost and found"
bg!
empty ...
worse than empty ... Work on the web
Bookseller
wrap packages and watch my nails dirty on purple paper ...
I attend and recommend. I find books about women in Iraq, women in Iran ...
sigh goes back to where you came, right into the box returns ... Today I have
gender group and there that I go to the library I leave
're doing the sessions in a squat where he lives one of the companions.
the last session saw the "gender violence"
today we illustrate with a text, some videos, images ...
one after another after another
analysis we revolt.
need to drink, laugh
.
but conflicts with people nearby.
and (inevitably) the talk ...
came home with the vermouth (just) gone to his head
feel alien.
my body is not mine.
not hurt.
only dream I have and fatigue so
(encima!) want to write.
today was the intensity that makes me live,
and today, does not hurt ...
want to write something more "transcendent" (Japan, Libya, violence, probate, radioactive emissions ...)
but I can surprise my bed
longing but without waivers
tears because
today ...
not hurt ...
until tomorrow, world ...
Monday, April 11, 2011
Teoria Idoli Bacona Dzisiaj
violence and philosophers and citizens ... well ... (I try to respond to Mauleón)
"Not all men have the role to be philosophers, but all men are philosophers"
Antonio Gramsci
write these hasty notes, pursued by multiple emergency I think is most important; yet we know that " urgent earning him the space to finish the important thing ", so I considered it urgent to articulate a word minimum of counter-arguments to the interesting article by Hector de Mauleon, who wrote in The Universal , widely circulated on the networks, raising interesting discussions.
Who calls Mauleón?, How "intellectuals, poets and writers who sent him a couple of emails asked to leave by the 40 thousand fallen?, This should be a personal complaint, because honestly, I am convinced that the country can not be in two mailings, which are too copious accompanying signatures. Who calls Mauleón?, What the owners of publishing houses and syndication?, This should be a professional claim, I am convinced that Mexico is a country as large and complex, as was increasingly the center of their capital (sometimes self-absorbed, but always key) and because today public speaking and critical thinking in their complex range of ideological positions, not more focused on the areas set forth by modernity, the periphery to the center began in crisis. The "intellectuals", a category complicated by its Enlightenment heritage, masculine, authoritative, in these times the best challenge in social activism, the cyber, the daily, the voice voice the legitimacy of the "organic" (assuming the need for revisiting this category Gramsci), which is won every day outside or without considering what circulates through authorized means.
The question that haunts me for months, is the amount of intellectual and physical exercise, which is required today in Mexico (and elsewhere) to be fairly equal to what we call "reality."
Mauleón Why do you think that the call to "we're up to the mother" (which by the way, asking him to correct his article was not 5 but 6 April), he lamented the death of the great capos? And in the article a list of known bad guys (I must confess that I do regret the execution of Beltran Leyva and display later in the same language of the drug) and Nacho Coronel; to them I wanted imprisoned, prosecuted and giving important information "over" or diluted in these operations, so clumsy that generate the doubt of what the media intellectuals-use classification of Martin Hopenhayn, ECLAC, safe from suspicion) - called "the good people. " But that is another matter.
Mauleón says that the thing ended in greetings between "intellectuals" (how far we extend this category or to reduce it where, I wonder, following their arguments), in exchange of posts and the satisfaction of having come into the picture. And leaned against Mauleón wonder what happened in the country, 48 marches, sit-ins, rallies and public complaints? Did you learn from 9 international replicas that no "intellectual" set up their own way to join this requirement?
I have almost certainty that no, he did not hear the poem in its own capital of Maria Rivera (the Dead),,,
Ni the poem "Prayer to scrub a pot" in Guadalajara Guadalupe Morfin
and I fear that neither has reviewed the intensity with which many young women and men, not only added his voice, but we were taught that they are made.
Indudablemete, as part of all this protest-proposal ", I find it much needs to review and correct, self-criticism is essential. However, I consider that measure with a stick-in which gives us no configuration, no consistency, "what does is strengthen Mauleón not only trivial, but dangerous argument that this march was only the son of Javier Sicilia (which deserved, as they have deserved a thousand and one we have already organized in the country and beyond the radar of itelectual) is to feed the false assumption that we demonstrate exempt those offenders (no more false, if carefully reviewed the work required of public thinkers, n thousand videos, notes and statements in the 48-plants-concentrations marches national and 9 international). I make a footnote on page from the legitimacy it gives me my job as a researcher (and public) and some intellectuals do our job, not always spectacular view to the media, but spent long hours trying to understand, produce some small insight and assume the rest of a public word has decided that its spaces are not enshrined in modernity, but precisely those others, the mothers, the punks, the anarchists, bikers, the noses of all men and women, the poet no book, no doctor nobel plaza, blogger full of ideas, the twuitero pesky but pertinent, the feisbukero hurt to the soul, have decided to migrate. Legislators or interpreters
ask me today along with Bauman, the motherland or fatherland (capital), I wonder to historian Don Luis González, strategy or tactics, I wonder with De Certeau. I have no problem: interpreters, matria strategy ... it is time to look out to the peripheries "intellectuals"
"Not all men have the role to be philosophers, but all men are philosophers"
Antonio Gramsci
write these hasty notes, pursued by multiple emergency I think is most important; yet we know that " urgent earning him the space to finish the important thing ", so I considered it urgent to articulate a word minimum of counter-arguments to the interesting article by Hector de Mauleon, who wrote in The Universal , widely circulated on the networks, raising interesting discussions.
Who calls Mauleón?, How "intellectuals, poets and writers who sent him a couple of emails asked to leave by the 40 thousand fallen?, This should be a personal complaint, because honestly, I am convinced that the country can not be in two mailings, which are too copious accompanying signatures. Who calls Mauleón?, What the owners of publishing houses and syndication?, This should be a professional claim, I am convinced that Mexico is a country as large and complex, as was increasingly the center of their capital (sometimes self-absorbed, but always key) and because today public speaking and critical thinking in their complex range of ideological positions, not more focused on the areas set forth by modernity, the periphery to the center began in crisis. The "intellectuals", a category complicated by its Enlightenment heritage, masculine, authoritative, in these times the best challenge in social activism, the cyber, the daily, the voice voice the legitimacy of the "organic" (assuming the need for revisiting this category Gramsci), which is won every day outside or without considering what circulates through authorized means.
The question that haunts me for months, is the amount of intellectual and physical exercise, which is required today in Mexico (and elsewhere) to be fairly equal to what we call "reality."
Mauleón Why do you think that the call to "we're up to the mother" (which by the way, asking him to correct his article was not 5 but 6 April), he lamented the death of the great capos? And in the article a list of known bad guys (I must confess that I do regret the execution of Beltran Leyva and display later in the same language of the drug) and Nacho Coronel; to them I wanted imprisoned, prosecuted and giving important information "over" or diluted in these operations, so clumsy that generate the doubt of what the media intellectuals-use classification of Martin Hopenhayn, ECLAC, safe from suspicion) - called "the good people. " But that is another matter.
Mauleón says that the thing ended in greetings between "intellectuals" (how far we extend this category or to reduce it where, I wonder, following their arguments), in exchange of posts and the satisfaction of having come into the picture. And leaned against Mauleón wonder what happened in the country, 48 marches, sit-ins, rallies and public complaints? Did you learn from 9 international replicas that no "intellectual" set up their own way to join this requirement?
and I fear that neither has reviewed the intensity with which many young women and men, not only added his voice, but we were taught that they are made.
Indudablemete, as part of all this protest-proposal ", I find it much needs to review and correct, self-criticism is essential. However, I consider that measure with a stick-in which gives us no configuration, no consistency, "what does is strengthen Mauleón not only trivial, but dangerous argument that this march was only the son of Javier Sicilia (which deserved, as they have deserved a thousand and one we have already organized in the country and beyond the radar of itelectual) is to feed the false assumption that we demonstrate exempt those offenders (no more false, if carefully reviewed the work required of public thinkers, n thousand videos, notes and statements in the 48-plants-concentrations marches national and 9 international). I make a footnote on page from the legitimacy it gives me my job as a researcher (and public) and some intellectuals do our job, not always spectacular view to the media, but spent long hours trying to understand, produce some small insight and assume the rest of a public word has decided that its spaces are not enshrined in modernity, but precisely those others, the mothers, the punks, the anarchists, bikers, the noses of all men and women, the poet no book, no doctor nobel plaza, blogger full of ideas, the twuitero pesky but pertinent, the feisbukero hurt to the soul, have decided to migrate. Legislators or interpreters
ask me today along with Bauman, the motherland or fatherland (capital), I wonder to historian Don Luis González, strategy or tactics, I wonder with De Certeau. I have no problem: interpreters, matria strategy ... it is time to look out to the peripheries "intellectuals"
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Peter Gabriel Car Blog
THE MINOTAUR
What fun it is to Greek mythology, mostly because their gods are not honest and wise, but everything Instead, tiny cabroncillos are hechos.Uno of which have attracted my attention is the story of Minotauro.Resulta the king of Crete, Minos, had plug with Poseidon, the god of the seas, oceans and pools of ducks , and thanks to his kingdom was prospero.En honor to God, the King sacrificed every year the best of their calves of rebaño.Pero once, liked it so much choice that changed the other, hoping that Poseidon is not Pasifoe give cuenta.Pero when his wife gave birth to her fourth child, he said a phrase I guess I was the first time to decide - I have horns! Indeed, the child was born with a human body but with head of ternero.Poseidon if they realized the deception and made Pasiphae fall in love so cute torito.Como the animal to him or if she is the cow costume and the command cubrió.Minos call Daedalus, the real architect (after became famous for taking a bird's wings and fly to the sun) and ordered a stay to dwell vacuno.Dédalo stepson told the king that a labyrinth would be nice, and answered: - labyrinth that? ok, ok what do I get this quieras.En Prince Androgen and asked his father if he could go to sports games in Athens, and he answered: - sports that? ok, ok, but at nine home pa dinner! as androgens had left swashbuckling as her father, began to annoy and manages malmeter and everything to gain all the evidence and this meant that the Athenians were all bouncy swell and it was immediate cargaron.No the wrath of Minos, which invaded Athens and demanded tribute in exchange for not kicking ass, they should send young and young virgins to feed minotauro.Llegó a year in the draw was "graceful" the prince of Athens, Theseus, King Aegeus then declined to a hack, but it had no heirs to the throne, but Theseus so cool it, there it was joined by thirteen victims more.The king said, with tears in his eyes, that if I return alive, will put an a white sail the boat and if he ate the bug, sailing negra.Al goons come to Crete Athens, Princess Ariadne's merendaba.Como had enough to hold the anger of his father, Theseus told that if carried it with her on the return trip, would help to load your hermanito.Teseo entered the labyrinth with a ball of yarn, tying the thread in the puerta.Al reach the center was waiting for him in the Minotaur roaring toss hambre.Al above, Theseus repeatedly stabbed the sword that had been concealed and made mondonguillo with el.Volviendo to roll the ball that Ariadne had given him, might Find yourself the way back and return to his ship, but not before picking up her ally and her sister The other princess Fedra.Una storm led to take refuge on the island of Nassos.Cuando the storm subsided, however much sought found no trace of Ariadne, and had to leave without it.The god Dionysus the abduction and made his esposa.Teseo, sorry for the loss , you forgot to put the white flag, and upon reaching the coast of Athens, King Aegeus saw the black flag believed his son had died and thrown into the sea that now bears his name.
What fun it is to Greek mythology, mostly because their gods are not honest and wise, but everything Instead, tiny cabroncillos are hechos.Uno of which have attracted my attention is the story of Minotauro.Resulta the king of Crete, Minos, had plug with Poseidon, the god of the seas, oceans and pools of ducks , and thanks to his kingdom was prospero.En honor to God, the King sacrificed every year the best of their calves of rebaño.Pero once, liked it so much choice that changed the other, hoping that Poseidon is not Pasifoe give cuenta.Pero when his wife gave birth to her fourth child, he said a phrase I guess I was the first time to decide - I have horns! Indeed, the child was born with a human body but with head of ternero.Poseidon if they realized the deception and made Pasiphae fall in love so cute torito.Como the animal to him or if she is the cow costume and the command cubrió.Minos call Daedalus, the real architect (after became famous for taking a bird's wings and fly to the sun) and ordered a stay to dwell vacuno.Dédalo stepson told the king that a labyrinth would be nice, and answered: - labyrinth that? ok, ok what do I get this quieras.En Prince Androgen and asked his father if he could go to sports games in Athens, and he answered: - sports that? ok, ok, but at nine home pa dinner! as androgens had left swashbuckling as her father, began to annoy and manages malmeter and everything to gain all the evidence and this meant that the Athenians were all bouncy swell and it was immediate cargaron.No the wrath of Minos, which invaded Athens and demanded tribute in exchange for not kicking ass, they should send young and young virgins to feed minotauro.Llegó a year in the draw was "graceful" the prince of Athens, Theseus, King Aegeus then declined to a hack, but it had no heirs to the throne, but Theseus so cool it, there it was joined by thirteen victims more.The king said, with tears in his eyes, that if I return alive, will put an a white sail the boat and if he ate the bug, sailing negra.Al goons come to Crete Athens, Princess Ariadne's merendaba.Como had enough to hold the anger of his father, Theseus told that if carried it with her on the return trip, would help to load your hermanito.Teseo entered the labyrinth with a ball of yarn, tying the thread in the puerta.Al reach the center was waiting for him in the Minotaur roaring toss hambre.Al above, Theseus repeatedly stabbed the sword that had been concealed and made mondonguillo with el.Volviendo to roll the ball that Ariadne had given him, might Find yourself the way back and return to his ship, but not before picking up her ally and her sister The other princess Fedra.Una storm led to take refuge on the island of Nassos.Cuando the storm subsided, however much sought found no trace of Ariadne, and had to leave without it.The god Dionysus the abduction and made his esposa.Teseo, sorry for the loss , you forgot to put the white flag, and upon reaching the coast of Athens, King Aegeus saw the black flag believed his son had died and thrown into the sea that now bears his name.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Acne Medicine Chemical Burned Skin
eyes that are blind are seeing everything ...
... Of course there are eyes that see everything and end up blinding. Yesterday
library discovered the Inca princess (Craig Martin)
Loca. crazy. and she known. and spits. and creates. and screams.
madness always scared me. because what I also know uncontrollably in the background? (Or what else would I ...?)
Virginia Woolf always fascinated me. and I always feared, and fear, (decide) to end up like her ...
idiots who praise, the Inca princess, I say, and many others / I say that creativity is always on the side of madness, extreme sensitivity ... I call them idiots because they know they would not be there when they give an outbreak, when you want to throw out a window, thrown under a car plunged into a river left with pockets full of stones ... would not be there and if anything just to stop (As I did with a friend), and give them pills (or call the Samur to be the den for them to carry, so it does not kill ...), and serenity, and convince them that the existence-such as we have created, is not horrible, it is unbearable ...
I only know that there are psychiatric, that there are wars that humanity (in its most despicable, insist) there ...
there are smiles, hugs, sex, the company ... pain and tears, and my loved ones, and orchards, and self-managed projects and libraries ...
why I stay ...
and because yesterday I made a discovery
and my hair stood on end and I ruffled
heart and grabbed the book and put it in my backpack
to copy (some of) his poems
and pour into this blog ...
God instead of us and we
rid us helpless and naked,
away from trains and highways,
disproportionately alone
filled with a wind of uncertainty
staggers us and we tomb
leaves us paralyzed by doubt
inaccurate and rarely continue to exist.
Those who fell asleep in the never
those who dream their truth and deny them,
those who are very scared,
and cry about anything
and hide their heads in shame.
For the timid,
to the lonely, the rare
the doubters and
doubt and call them immature, weak,
Those who sleep on the cold bed psychiatric
mothers catching hand his son entered,
I shall not sell us truths, that truth does not exist,
Truth and Reason are human creations,
to pain, to measure.
must struggle against silence and ignorance,
are not sick.
Who has the absolute truth, absolute reality,
the show, that show if you can,
lie, lie, does not exist.
To those who have scars from being slashed veins
to those who got no rajárselas,
those who are paralyzed with anxiety,
to be paralyzed, love, dream. Those who call
lazy, stupid, crazy, weak.
not listen to the voice of those who live just to have. Those who
, anxiety, makes you smoke two packs a day.
To those who are sociable, nor suitable, nor lucid
or outgoing, or empathetic, or assertive, or normal.
Those who never exceed a psycho test,
the leading medication in the bag and empty purse,
those who are now tied to a bed and not hear us.
A psychiatrists who hug their patients
and asked for advice once they called schizophrenic,
A certificate that we decreased
and read Nietzsche and Lorca and what it takes.
Those who did not support the tunnel and are gone forever,
those who cross the tunnel every day
caught even the walls black.
To all who know or want to hear,
and not rely only on the manuals, books, theses, studies and statistics
. A psychologists
give kisses,
Those who have already gone through hell and heaven
and we do not want there anymore. And most
all those pupils so much chemistry
looking stunned and absorbed
but have the most beautiful light
To all I say
"That there is no madness but people who daydreams"
daydreaming ... dream ... my (so sorry, "my") teacher told me (she said in class, but you see, a customized and that he told her: "me") one day that madness was simply a failed prevailing symbolic ...
I'm there.
This here has no name, no money
ahead of anything.
I am there,
in No-place,
in a well, no sense
climbs
without sleep disturbances.
I am there,
in No-place,
madness.
"because I dream, I'm not ..."
... Of course there are eyes that see everything and end up blinding. Yesterday
library discovered the Inca princess (Craig Martin)
Loca. crazy. and she known. and spits. and creates. and screams.
madness always scared me. because what I also know uncontrollably in the background? (Or what else would I ...?)
Virginia Woolf always fascinated me. and I always feared, and fear, (decide) to end up like her ...
idiots who praise, the Inca princess, I say, and many others / I say that creativity is always on the side of madness, extreme sensitivity ... I call them idiots because they know they would not be there when they give an outbreak, when you want to throw out a window, thrown under a car plunged into a river left with pockets full of stones ... would not be there and if anything just to stop (As I did with a friend), and give them pills (or call the Samur to be the den for them to carry, so it does not kill ...), and serenity, and convince them that the existence-such as we have created, is not horrible, it is unbearable ...
I only know that there are psychiatric, that there are wars that humanity (in its most despicable, insist) there ...
there are smiles, hugs, sex, the company ... pain and tears, and my loved ones, and orchards, and self-managed projects and libraries ...
why I stay ...
and because yesterday I made a discovery
and my hair stood on end and I ruffled
heart and grabbed the book and put it in my backpack
to copy (some of) his poems
and pour into this blog ...
God instead of us we got rid
God instead of us and we
rid us helpless and naked,
away from trains and highways,
disproportionately alone
filled with a wind of uncertainty
staggers us and we tomb
leaves us paralyzed by doubt
inaccurate and rarely continue to exist.
A
all (in the book is called: For the who fell asleep in ever ...) Those who fell asleep in the never
those who dream their truth and deny them,
those who are very scared,
and cry about anything
and hide their heads in shame.
For the timid,
to the lonely, the rare
the doubters and
doubt and call them immature, weak,
Those who sleep on the cold bed psychiatric
mothers catching hand his son entered,
I shall not sell us truths, that truth does not exist,
Truth and Reason are human creations,
to pain, to measure.
must struggle against silence and ignorance,
are not sick.
Who has the absolute truth, absolute reality,
the show, that show if you can,
lie, lie, does not exist.
To those who have scars from being slashed veins
to those who got no rajárselas,
those who are paralyzed with anxiety,
to be paralyzed, love, dream. Those who call
lazy, stupid, crazy, weak.
not listen to the voice of those who live just to have. Those who
, anxiety, makes you smoke two packs a day.
To those who are sociable, nor suitable, nor lucid
or outgoing, or empathetic, or assertive, or normal.
Those who never exceed a psycho test,
the leading medication in the bag and empty purse,
those who are now tied to a bed and not hear us.
A psychiatrists who hug their patients
and asked for advice once they called schizophrenic,
A certificate that we decreased
and read Nietzsche and Lorca and what it takes.
Those who did not support the tunnel and are gone forever,
those who cross the tunnel every day
caught even the walls black.
To all who know or want to hear,
and not rely only on the manuals, books, theses, studies and statistics
. A psychologists
give kisses,
Those who have already gone through hell and heaven
and we do not want there anymore. And most
all those pupils so much chemistry
looking stunned and absorbed
but have the most beautiful light
To all I say
"That there is no madness but people who daydreams"
daydreaming ... dream ... my (so sorry, "my") teacher told me (she said in class, but you see, a customized and that he told her: "me") one day that madness was simply a failed prevailing symbolic ...
Non-Place
I'm there.
This here has no name, no money
ahead of anything.
I am there,
in No-place,
in a well, no sense
climbs
without sleep disturbances.
I am there,
in No-place,
madness.
"because I dream, I'm not ..."
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Where Can I Find Heart Gold/soul Silver Rom?
flood ...
my mother crying on the phone with a lawyer ...
my sister lying in bed crying for his tortuous love, love symbiotic (if Almu, that we've talked about that there is "too much" in lesbian relationships ... against which "should be that - have fewer defenses ...) (feminists, I say that we have centuries protecting ourselves from the "men" and do not know how to do it ourselves from each other, "women "...)
" I can not "tell me" I do not live like this "" I do not know what to do " "I do not want to go ..." "I have fears that go ..."
my mother has left her mouth shot with half done
went to another dentist
and has not gone well so
talk to a lawyer
and begs him not to leave hanging:
they, not, Please ... they also, no ...
this morning
called me early.
too early.
at my sister leaf through a weekly newspaper
not know why there is a article with many photos of the disaster in Japan
foot crushed by water. from a cadaver. we note that the wet cigarette above it has been placed on purpose for the picture ...
disgusts me the person who did it.
magazine disgusts me (people) who put that photo in full size sheet ... so that here in the West, in Spain, see that picture-so very artistic and well done, in all its splendor ...
'm disgusted when I return at once to (my) real world this morning, the roommate of my sister has finished speaking and lecturing her about her lack of love for herself, her goats silly with his love, stay destitute ...
sounds fair. but will give equal.
my sister cry and suffer, and can not find the tools that allow not destroyed in the process ... this process ...
I grab my sister's medicine, which is what I have to pick up your house this morning, after the call so early, and I come home from my parent, which is where my sister landed at dawn ...
'm still here ... and I keep on writing ...
mourn after (him the lawyer) my mother offered chips to accompany the meal. like when we were small. "A lot, he tells us that you may not peleis" as when we were little ...
goes to the kitchen. My sister
lie, to rest, to stop mourn lost in the dream of tranquilizers ... Madrid crossed
rise today in a taxi to the house of my father / mother and I could not help thinking of an entire city encroaching flood ... sweeping away all that chaos, the rush, the in-humanity (or just too much of humanity in its most despicable) ...
a man walking his dog through the streets of major road. the dog sniffs around nervously. and he gets scared each sounding horn stuck in the road that I encounter ...
do not understand.
and I think back to all the invading flood ...
I suddenly remember that foot ...
not want to be that foot.
or that my mother is. ni mi hermana.
pero deseo la riada.
a ver si nos damos cuenta de algo.
a ver si nos alegramos por algo...
porque parece que por aquí nos empeñamos en sufrir.
en pasear perros por el cemento
en tener coche
en amar sufriendo...
no quiero ser ese pie
ni que mi madre
ni que mi hermana...
pero se empeñan tanto en sufrir...
aqui!
(no lo pienso mucho más... y zas! le doy al botón de publicar...)
my mother crying on the phone with a lawyer ...
my sister lying in bed crying for his tortuous love, love symbiotic (if Almu, that we've talked about that there is "too much" in lesbian relationships ... against which "should be that - have fewer defenses ...) (feminists, I say that we have centuries protecting ourselves from the "men" and do not know how to do it ourselves from each other, "women "...)
" I can not "tell me" I do not live like this "" I do not know what to do " "I do not want to go ..." "I have fears that go ..."
my mother has left her mouth shot with half done
went to another dentist
and has not gone well so
talk to a lawyer
and begs him not to leave hanging:
they, not, Please ... they also, no ...
this morning
called me early.
too early.
at my sister leaf through a weekly newspaper
not know why there is a article with many photos of the disaster in Japan
foot crushed by water. from a cadaver. we note that the wet cigarette above it has been placed on purpose for the picture ...
disgusts me the person who did it.
magazine disgusts me (people) who put that photo in full size sheet ... so that here in the West, in Spain, see that picture-so very artistic and well done, in all its splendor ...
'm disgusted when I return at once to (my) real world this morning, the roommate of my sister has finished speaking and lecturing her about her lack of love for herself, her goats silly with his love, stay destitute ...
sounds fair. but will give equal.
my sister cry and suffer, and can not find the tools that allow not destroyed in the process ... this process ...
I grab my sister's medicine, which is what I have to pick up your house this morning, after the call so early, and I come home from my parent, which is where my sister landed at dawn ...
'm still here ... and I keep on writing ...
mourn after (him the lawyer) my mother offered chips to accompany the meal. like when we were small. "A lot, he tells us that you may not peleis" as when we were little ...
goes to the kitchen. My sister
lie, to rest, to stop mourn lost in the dream of tranquilizers ... Madrid crossed
rise today in a taxi to the house of my father / mother and I could not help thinking of an entire city encroaching flood ... sweeping away all that chaos, the rush, the in-humanity (or just too much of humanity in its most despicable) ...
a man walking his dog through the streets of major road. the dog sniffs around nervously. and he gets scared each sounding horn stuck in the road that I encounter ...
do not understand.
and I think back to all the invading flood ...
I suddenly remember that foot ...
not want to be that foot.
or that my mother is. ni mi hermana.
pero deseo la riada.
a ver si nos damos cuenta de algo.
a ver si nos alegramos por algo...
porque parece que por aquí nos empeñamos en sufrir.
en pasear perros por el cemento
en tener coche
en amar sufriendo...
no quiero ser ese pie
ni que mi madre
ni que mi hermana...
pero se empeñan tanto en sufrir...
aqui!
(no lo pienso mucho más... y zas! le doy al botón de publicar...)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Lipstick Kisses On Hip
of how narco hit us: A look at truncated biographies
Presentation
book The hills of narco
De Javier Valdez Cardenas
... terrified of death,
excavated holes;
Javier Sicilia
I first ask-me why it is important to Javier Valdez book before us today. And I find no better way to approach an answer rhetoric and praise, I turn to the statistics of horror that are shaking the contemporary Mexico.
In a recently published study about the changes in mortality rates over the past 50 years, a team of researchers led by Dr. Russell Viner, the University of London, states that for the first time there is a drastic transformation in the patterns of mortality: "Death rates in 15 year olds are now higher than in those under 10 years in countries of high, medium and low income. The numbers of premature deaths are far higher in people aged 15 to 24 years. "causes, it says," are mainly violence, suicide and traffic accidents.
One of the scientists involved in the study states: "What is clear is that the greatest threats to the health of young people, plus live in extreme poverty and the 'hot spots' of disease infectious and war, arising from the conduct in which young people are engaged and the contexts in which they are. "
According to WHO (World Health Organization), Mexico's healthy life expectancy at birth was estimated in 63 years for men and 68 for women. According to the same source, today, the probability of dying between 15 and 60 years of age is 155 per 1000 inhabitants in the case of men and from 89/1000 in the case of women, ie these numbers indicate that 155 men and 89 women per thousand Mexican citizens may die before reaching the figure of the healthy life expectancy birth.
According to INEGI and Secretary of Health, deaths homicide in 2008 reached the figure of 14 768 people, representing a rate of 13.1 (per 1000), occupying the cause of mortality number 9, while suicides totaled 4681 cases, with a rate of 4.4 (per thousand) and ranks 29 among the causes of death. Disaggregating the data, we found that in the "school mortality" which views the population of 5 to 14 years, suicide stands at number 6 in the cause of death and killing the place number 7. To diversify the sources, I turn to measurements CONAPO (National Population Council) in 2007, accidents were the leading cause of death among youth aged 15 to 24, with 44% while the second was intentional injuries by 19.3%. Deaths from suicide increased from 3.5 deaths per hundred thousand young people in 1980 to 6.7 in 2007.
With respect to the states, CONAPO data indicate that states with higher incidence of juvenile mortality due to intentional injuries, which are Chihuahua and Quintana Roo, with rates 25% higher than those reported nationally.
And according to a study of the Latin American Institute (Instituto Latinoamericano United Nations Crime Prevention and the Treatment of Offenders), it is estimated that in Mexico, the prison population stands at 139,707 people, representing a rate of 153 detainees 100 000 inhabitants, with an estimated hay un 26% de sobrepoblación en las cárceles del país y que solamente el 42% de la población penal ha sido procesada.
Y según mis propias mediciones, armadas a través de una base de datos nacional con información de prensa que se cruza con datos oficiales, entre el 2009 y el 2011, 67% de las muertes vinculadas al narcotráfico corresponden a jóvenes menores de 29 años.
Las cifras son claves pero no son suficientes para dar cuenta de la situación que experimentan millones de jóvenes en el país: exclusión de los sistemas educativos y laborales; acceso a los servicios de salud precarios y desiguales, futuros sin certeza; desencanto y enojo.
El libro de Javier Valdez, un cronista the marginal, invisible, as sealed by the mainstream media has many merits including the destabilization of common sense that sees a direct link between exclusion, violence, poverty and crime. While recognizing the precariousness of many life stories that Javier reconstructed in his book, the author manages to place in key multidimensional linking young people with drug and structures of violence. And also gives us a broad picture of differential modes of affiliation or participation in these scenarios: the young thug, the sower, the carrying, the policeman, the recruiter, who does not understand but it sucks. Shades to acquire these life marked by drug trafficking, are many and with many nuances.
Walking through the 343 pages of this book, becomes visible and evident that when it touches the drug, its power lies not only in the power of death, but mainly in their power to alter and break different social orders and to provide himself as a route not only possible but desirable.
The "performances" of this power (rather than individual scenes) have confirmed the growing empowerment of the drug in various spheres of social life. In addition to the weakness and corruption of state institutions, suggest something much more profound: the compensation of a vacuum an absence and a crisis of meaning. In other words, the young people that Valdez portrays in his book, is a painful experience wear the symbols of the established order, while the players will show narco able to generate their own symbols: luxury, unchecked power, impunity . Codes, rules and rituals in a spiral of escalating violence.
From my own research, I said long ago in the context of dissolution, decomposition, thousands of young people in the country, have only one capital: selling risk is their only option. Javier Valdez's book, from the best tradition of investigative journalism, confirms this hypothesis. Risk and contingency as elements of the biography of "the hills of drug."
From different approaches, three European sociologists have pointed out that one of the perverse consequences of late capitalism in which up to the subjective constitution of contemporary identities, is called "inadequate biography of me." I refer to Bauman (2001), Beck (1998) and Giddens (1995). This "biographical inappropriate" to use the development of Bauman, refers to the subject's perception that they are responsible individually and from their own decisions in their living conditions, he or she is, which is inappropriate or inadequate to the social order that, in the words of the author means that "the blame away from institutions and put it on the inadequacy of the self, or help defuse the potentially disruptive anger or to be consolidated into the passions of self-censorship and contempt for oneself or even to re-channel to violence and torture against the body itself "(Bauman, 2001, 16).
This formulation certainly intersects with the condition of youth in contemporary Mexico, one of whose edges, Javier told in this indispensable book. Distinguishable features and uneven. The "inadequacy of the self", ie the failure biographical narrative precarized one's life, the feeling of being guilty of something ungraspable neatly applied to the expressions and testimonies of young people sentence by sentence, pause to pause, gesture to gesture are narrating their everyday Valdez.
I think the book The hills of the drug, light (in the sense Benjamin) this drama, you might call the individual solution to system failure. Faced with the growth of precarious economic and vital objective address the lack of opportunities, address the deterioration of social security, thousands of young people "choose" to migrate to the drug as a solution "individual", which is assumed as inevitable risk that looms as a destination "natural" in the context of his own biography. The systemic, ie, the articulation of processes, policies, institutions, invisible devices, no "partner" visible or agent responsible for the situation, at best displayed glimpses of formal references: the school that was abandoned due to inability or satiety The family that hides reality, attempts to resist the call of easy money, apparently.
It is therefore essential, in the face of challenges, problems and violence of different die setting and defining the country, to assume the centrality of the so-called sociopolitical condition of youth (and I define here as a multidimensional set of special forms, and culturally distinct "agreed" that confer, define, mark, set limits and parameters to the subjective experience and social and youth), as does Javier Valdez decisively. In his narrative, these and these young people make about this condition without naming it. For the careful reader, to the extent that run the stories, they are revealing positions, categories, classes, situations, practices, authorizations, prescriptions and proscriptions that tend to naturalize in this narco world order in place.
Thus, this book does not end with a collection of excellent reviews newspaper, on the contrary, without naming them explicitly Javier Valdez (the elusive "character" in the novel Balas de Plata, Elmer Mendoza, whom the beloved detective Mendieta, says he is a "gossip") refers to mechanisms structural and (especially) cultural framing the insertion of these specific subjects, young people, some as children, the dynamics of the drug.
In this logic, the question that forms the condition of youth and the sociological perspective of the "inadequacy of the self" is, in this book a better analytical angle I've been called the "expropriation the self ", a concept that could develop from the many interviews and ethnographies that I have made between 2004 and present, young American and Mexican prison conditions and conflict with the law. By subjectivity I mean expropriation youth become continuous tension. Instability in the context, conditions, start young people the certainty that his ego had not been the same failure to present the situation that leads to skipping ahead: they and they are defined by the "situation" (the encounter with the police, trading at the limit with a drug dealer, the death match with another young man participation in a criminal action), resulting in loss of control over the life course and becomes trapped by the contingency biographies. In the case of young men and women who give life to this book, the biography is in a complex history of expropriations, stories in which reality, contexts, imposed as a condition as unstable as tyrannical, as unpredictable as distressing , leaving little or no room for the agency and therefore to an action (or rather, practice) supported by the anticipation of "possibilities" and especially cancels or reduces the weight of the "capital" of a young person feels carrier or holder.
For these reasons, I believe that for many young people (precarious), the central challenge and the fight is to "reappropriate" or "reregister" his biography in the context of greater stability, with (minimum) certainties of place, loyalties, solidarities, guarantees and, especially, recognition. In other words, it tries to restore value to the political capital by way of the facts are denied, even though official programs, rhetorical interest in the situation of women and youth. Therefore
salute and applaud the book Javier Valdez, his work will certainly help to create the necessary awareness that we need to pursue a policy other institutions capable of taking responsibility for present and future.
Presentation
book The hills of narco
De Javier Valdez Cardenas
... terrified of death,
excavated holes;
Javier Sicilia
I first ask-me why it is important to Javier Valdez book before us today. And I find no better way to approach an answer rhetoric and praise, I turn to the statistics of horror that are shaking the contemporary Mexico.
In a recently published study about the changes in mortality rates over the past 50 years, a team of researchers led by Dr. Russell Viner, the University of London, states that for the first time there is a drastic transformation in the patterns of mortality: "Death rates in 15 year olds are now higher than in those under 10 years in countries of high, medium and low income. The numbers of premature deaths are far higher in people aged 15 to 24 years. "causes, it says," are mainly violence, suicide and traffic accidents.
One of the scientists involved in the study states: "What is clear is that the greatest threats to the health of young people, plus live in extreme poverty and the 'hot spots' of disease infectious and war, arising from the conduct in which young people are engaged and the contexts in which they are. "
According to WHO (World Health Organization), Mexico's healthy life expectancy at birth was estimated in 63 years for men and 68 for women. According to the same source, today, the probability of dying between 15 and 60 years of age is 155 per 1000 inhabitants in the case of men and from 89/1000 in the case of women, ie these numbers indicate that 155 men and 89 women per thousand Mexican citizens may die before reaching the figure of the healthy life expectancy birth.
According to INEGI and Secretary of Health, deaths homicide in 2008 reached the figure of 14 768 people, representing a rate of 13.1 (per 1000), occupying the cause of mortality number 9, while suicides totaled 4681 cases, with a rate of 4.4 (per thousand) and ranks 29 among the causes of death. Disaggregating the data, we found that in the "school mortality" which views the population of 5 to 14 years, suicide stands at number 6 in the cause of death and killing the place number 7. To diversify the sources, I turn to measurements CONAPO (National Population Council) in 2007, accidents were the leading cause of death among youth aged 15 to 24, with 44% while the second was intentional injuries by 19.3%. Deaths from suicide increased from 3.5 deaths per hundred thousand young people in 1980 to 6.7 in 2007.
With respect to the states, CONAPO data indicate that states with higher incidence of juvenile mortality due to intentional injuries, which are Chihuahua and Quintana Roo, with rates 25% higher than those reported nationally.
And according to a study of the Latin American Institute (Instituto Latinoamericano United Nations Crime Prevention and the Treatment of Offenders), it is estimated that in Mexico, the prison population stands at 139,707 people, representing a rate of 153 detainees 100 000 inhabitants, with an estimated hay un 26% de sobrepoblación en las cárceles del país y que solamente el 42% de la población penal ha sido procesada.
Y según mis propias mediciones, armadas a través de una base de datos nacional con información de prensa que se cruza con datos oficiales, entre el 2009 y el 2011, 67% de las muertes vinculadas al narcotráfico corresponden a jóvenes menores de 29 años.
Las cifras son claves pero no son suficientes para dar cuenta de la situación que experimentan millones de jóvenes en el país: exclusión de los sistemas educativos y laborales; acceso a los servicios de salud precarios y desiguales, futuros sin certeza; desencanto y enojo.
El libro de Javier Valdez, un cronista the marginal, invisible, as sealed by the mainstream media has many merits including the destabilization of common sense that sees a direct link between exclusion, violence, poverty and crime. While recognizing the precariousness of many life stories that Javier reconstructed in his book, the author manages to place in key multidimensional linking young people with drug and structures of violence. And also gives us a broad picture of differential modes of affiliation or participation in these scenarios: the young thug, the sower, the carrying, the policeman, the recruiter, who does not understand but it sucks. Shades to acquire these life marked by drug trafficking, are many and with many nuances.
Walking through the 343 pages of this book, becomes visible and evident that when it touches the drug, its power lies not only in the power of death, but mainly in their power to alter and break different social orders and to provide himself as a route not only possible but desirable.
The "performances" of this power (rather than individual scenes) have confirmed the growing empowerment of the drug in various spheres of social life. In addition to the weakness and corruption of state institutions, suggest something much more profound: the compensation of a vacuum an absence and a crisis of meaning. In other words, the young people that Valdez portrays in his book, is a painful experience wear the symbols of the established order, while the players will show narco able to generate their own symbols: luxury, unchecked power, impunity . Codes, rules and rituals in a spiral of escalating violence.
From my own research, I said long ago in the context of dissolution, decomposition, thousands of young people in the country, have only one capital: selling risk is their only option. Javier Valdez's book, from the best tradition of investigative journalism, confirms this hypothesis. Risk and contingency as elements of the biography of "the hills of drug."
From different approaches, three European sociologists have pointed out that one of the perverse consequences of late capitalism in which up to the subjective constitution of contemporary identities, is called "inadequate biography of me." I refer to Bauman (2001), Beck (1998) and Giddens (1995). This "biographical inappropriate" to use the development of Bauman, refers to the subject's perception that they are responsible individually and from their own decisions in their living conditions, he or she is, which is inappropriate or inadequate to the social order that, in the words of the author means that "the blame away from institutions and put it on the inadequacy of the self, or help defuse the potentially disruptive anger or to be consolidated into the passions of self-censorship and contempt for oneself or even to re-channel to violence and torture against the body itself "(Bauman, 2001, 16).
This formulation certainly intersects with the condition of youth in contemporary Mexico, one of whose edges, Javier told in this indispensable book. Distinguishable features and uneven. The "inadequacy of the self", ie the failure biographical narrative precarized one's life, the feeling of being guilty of something ungraspable neatly applied to the expressions and testimonies of young people sentence by sentence, pause to pause, gesture to gesture are narrating their everyday Valdez.
I think the book The hills of the drug, light (in the sense Benjamin) this drama, you might call the individual solution to system failure. Faced with the growth of precarious economic and vital objective address the lack of opportunities, address the deterioration of social security, thousands of young people "choose" to migrate to the drug as a solution "individual", which is assumed as inevitable risk that looms as a destination "natural" in the context of his own biography. The systemic, ie, the articulation of processes, policies, institutions, invisible devices, no "partner" visible or agent responsible for the situation, at best displayed glimpses of formal references: the school that was abandoned due to inability or satiety The family that hides reality, attempts to resist the call of easy money, apparently.
It is therefore essential, in the face of challenges, problems and violence of different die setting and defining the country, to assume the centrality of the so-called sociopolitical condition of youth (and I define here as a multidimensional set of special forms, and culturally distinct "agreed" that confer, define, mark, set limits and parameters to the subjective experience and social and youth), as does Javier Valdez decisively. In his narrative, these and these young people make about this condition without naming it. For the careful reader, to the extent that run the stories, they are revealing positions, categories, classes, situations, practices, authorizations, prescriptions and proscriptions that tend to naturalize in this narco world order in place.
Thus, this book does not end with a collection of excellent reviews newspaper, on the contrary, without naming them explicitly Javier Valdez (the elusive "character" in the novel Balas de Plata, Elmer Mendoza, whom the beloved detective Mendieta, says he is a "gossip") refers to mechanisms structural and (especially) cultural framing the insertion of these specific subjects, young people, some as children, the dynamics of the drug.
In this logic, the question that forms the condition of youth and the sociological perspective of the "inadequacy of the self" is, in this book a better analytical angle I've been called the "expropriation the self ", a concept that could develop from the many interviews and ethnographies that I have made between 2004 and present, young American and Mexican prison conditions and conflict with the law. By subjectivity I mean expropriation youth become continuous tension. Instability in the context, conditions, start young people the certainty that his ego had not been the same failure to present the situation that leads to skipping ahead: they and they are defined by the "situation" (the encounter with the police, trading at the limit with a drug dealer, the death match with another young man participation in a criminal action), resulting in loss of control over the life course and becomes trapped by the contingency biographies. In the case of young men and women who give life to this book, the biography is in a complex history of expropriations, stories in which reality, contexts, imposed as a condition as unstable as tyrannical, as unpredictable as distressing , leaving little or no room for the agency and therefore to an action (or rather, practice) supported by the anticipation of "possibilities" and especially cancels or reduces the weight of the "capital" of a young person feels carrier or holder.
For these reasons, I believe that for many young people (precarious), the central challenge and the fight is to "reappropriate" or "reregister" his biography in the context of greater stability, with (minimum) certainties of place, loyalties, solidarities, guarantees and, especially, recognition. In other words, it tries to restore value to the political capital by way of the facts are denied, even though official programs, rhetorical interest in the situation of women and youth. Therefore
salute and applaud the book Javier Valdez, his work will certainly help to create the necessary awareness that we need to pursue a policy other institutions capable of taking responsibility for present and future.
Monday, April 4, 2011
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THE WILD THE THIRD
are back to talking about the province of Huesca in the fourth millennia. (And will not be the last, there is a pending report) trying to reopen the case of the strange character who were roaming the mountains of the Pyrenees Huesca 1979.En back in the report visit the rock Mountain, and stocks and Laspuña Tella, and the study interviewed the mayor of this last town, when I was young, as a teacher accompanying the students and the parish priest of the nearby mountains, where they met this type.
are back to talking about the province of Huesca in the fourth millennia. (And will not be the last, there is a pending report) trying to reopen the case of the strange character who were roaming the mountains of the Pyrenees Huesca 1979.En back in the report visit the rock Mountain, and stocks and Laspuña Tella, and the study interviewed the mayor of this last town, when I was young, as a teacher accompanying the students and the parish priest of the nearby mountains, where they met this type.
Friday, April 1, 2011
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