<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:32:19.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinto Carajo</title><subtitle type='html'>Loosely coupled ideas - Ideas sueltas, ideas juntas
(para soltar ideas juntas, para juntar ideas sueltas)&lt;br&gt;
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QUINTO CARAJO: lugar altísimo en las viejas embarcaciones que seguía al cuarto carajo, y desde donde se divisaba más lejos pero no muy claro, o bien clarísimo pero ahí nomás)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-1010668466546267711</id><published>2007-04-13T22:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:21:31.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Al pueblo que vota</title><content type='html'>Después de leer hoy que Filmus "acusa" a sus opositores de ser de la derecha, después de ver a Telerman lanzar la consulta por la policía local, después de tantos después les digo:&lt;br/&gt;* Señor Jefe actual: solucione los problemas QUE YA TENEMOS NOSOTROS, EL PUEBLO, como ser la recolección de residuos, el reciclado, el viaje de elementos contaminantes por toda la ciudad en trenes que pagamos todos cuando ya todos pagamos ABL, los baches, las zonas tomadas por quienes no tienen trabajo ni vivienda ni salud ni educación y parecen orgullosos de eso, la salud (léase HOSPITALES QUE SE CAEN), las veredas de nadie completamente descuidadas, las plazas intransitables, las cacas no levantadas de perros sueltos de dueños no sancionados, las guardias&lt;br/&gt;urbanas que chiflan cuando uno pone el pie en la calle pero dejan pasar a las bicis y motos de deliverys de contramano y como se les canta,,, en fin,,, si ud YA HA DEMOSTRADO su incapacidad para SOLUCIONAR PROBLEMAS, sea honesto y no se presente, NI NADIE DE SU ALIANZA.&lt;br/&gt;* Señores candidatos: la izquierda o la derecha YA NO SIGNIFICA NADA; lo que sí significa ES QUE, SEA LO QUE SEA, QUE SEA BUENO PARA EL PUEBLO, que es el soberano en  los sistemas democráticos.&lt;br/&gt;* Señores candidatos: compitan como la gente, como se merece el futuro deseado y no el pasado ridículo; déjense de politiquear y pónganse de acuerdo DESPUÉS DE GANAR, porque la coalición importante ES LA QUE GOBIERNA, NO LA QUE GANA VOTOS.&lt;br/&gt;* Señores candidatos: déjense de jorobar y aprendan de una vez que lo que el pueblo necesita NO ES MANEJO DE CONFLICTOS SINO SOLUCIÓN DE PROBLEMAS. La gente, nosotros, el pueblo, necesitamos VIVIENDAS, no necesitamos AMIGOS PARA FORMAR COMISIONES PARA LA VIVIENDA. No necesitamos más discusiones, necesitamos soluciones, y las mismas vienen de GENTE CAPAZ que lamentablemetne en sus partidos políticos no las dejan participar o no las tienen o no las nombran en los ministerios.&lt;br/&gt;* Señores candidatos: pongan en una pieza a sus amigos de turno y páguenles el ñoquiazgo, pero no les den cargos, porque LOS CARGOS SON PARA LOS CAPACES.&lt;br/&gt;* Señores dirigentes actuales y candidatos: les deseo a ustedes, a sus familias y a sus seres más queridos, lo mismo que ustedes nos están dando a nosotros, el pueblo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-1010668466546267711?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/1010668466546267711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/1010668466546267711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2007/04/al-pueblo-que-vota.html' title='Al pueblo que vota'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-2688257152408902805</id><published>2007-02-02T11:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:34:30.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre me hace reír</title><content type='html'>Justa y Celina son muy amigas. Donde va Justa, va Celina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-2688257152408902805?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/2688257152408902805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/2688257152408902805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2007/02/siempre-me-hace-rer.html' title='Siempre me hace reír'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-8785598615743254838</id><published>2007-02-01T12:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:08:33.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La historia de los inventos</title><content type='html'>Recib&amp;#237; este espantoso mail y decid&amp;#237; compartirlo:&lt;p&gt;El HOMBRE descubri&amp;#243; el VIDRIO e invent&amp;#243; la BOTELLA.&lt;br&gt;La MUJER descubri&amp;#243; el VIDRIO e invent&amp;#243; el ESPEJO.&lt;p&gt;El HOMBRE descubri&amp;#243; la BARAJA y ah&amp;#237; mismo invent&amp;#243; el JUEGO.&lt;br&gt;LA MUJER descubri&amp;#243; la BARAJA e invent&amp;#243; la BRUJER&amp;#205;A.&lt;p&gt;El HOMBRE descubri&amp;#243; la PALABRA e invent&amp;#243; la CONVERSACION.&lt;br&gt;La MUJER descubri&amp;#243; la CONVERSACION y ah&amp;#237; mismo invent&amp;#243; el CHISME.&lt;p&gt;El HOMBRE descubri&amp;#243; el DINERO e invent&amp;#243; el COMERCIO.&lt;br&gt;La MUJER descubri&amp;#243; el COMERCIO e invent&amp;#243; el CREDITO.&lt;p&gt;El HOMBRE descubri&amp;#243; la COMIDA e invent&amp;#243; el ALMUERZO&lt;br&gt;La MUJER descubri&amp;#243; el ALMUERZO e invent&amp;#243; la EMPLEADA DOMESTICA.&lt;p&gt;El HOMBRE descubri&amp;#243; la COMBUSTI&amp;#211;N INTERNA e invent&amp;#243; el AUTOMOVIL.  &lt;br&gt;La MUJER descubri&amp;#243; el AUTOMOVIL e invent&amp;#243; los  CHOQUES.&lt;p&gt;El HOMBRE descubri&amp;#243; la AMISTAD e invent&amp;#243; las REUNIONES. &lt;br&gt;La MUJER descubri&amp;#243; las REUNIONES e invent&amp;#243; los CELOS.&lt;p&gt;El HOMBRE descubri&amp;#243; a LA MUJER e invent&amp;#243; el SEXO.  &lt;br&gt;La MUJER descubri&amp;#243; El SEXO e invent&amp;#243; el MATRIMONIO.&lt;p&gt;Y DESDE ENTONCES EL HOMBRE PREFIRI&amp;#211; NO INVENTAR MAS UN CARAJO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-8785598615743254838?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/8785598615743254838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/8785598615743254838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2007/02/la-historia-de-los-inventos.html' title='La historia de los inventos'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-6082832317573844623</id><published>2006-12-18T22:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:46:27.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felices las pelotas</title><content type='html'>Que para estas fiestas se vayan todos al quinto carajo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-6082832317573844623?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/6082832317573844623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/6082832317573844623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/12/felices-las-pelotas.html' title='Felices las pelotas'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-1251782166047617842</id><published>2006-11-26T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:36:56.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sín título</title><content type='html'>La presencia de un agujero es su propia ausencia,  y también su esencia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-1251782166047617842?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/1251782166047617842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/1251782166047617842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/11/sn-ttulo.html' title='Sín título'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-5229626547890265850</id><published>2006-11-22T16:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:37:22.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>En cualquier momento la pone</title><content type='html'>Harry potter ya dio un beso, en cualquier momento debuta y no te olvides que el pibe es un mago: nadie se dará cuenta !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-5229626547890265850?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/5229626547890265850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/5229626547890265850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/11/en-cualquier-momento-la-pone.html' title='En cualquier momento la pone'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-7656693816827807535</id><published>2006-11-21T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:38:07.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y eso que son del servicio secreto !!</title><content type='html'>Leía en la nación online la nota &lt;a href="http://www.lanacion.com.ar/informaciongeneral/nota.asp?nota_id=860913"&gt;http://www.lanacion.com.ar/informaciongeneral/nota.asp?nota_id=860913&lt;/a&gt; donde cuentan que le chorrearon la cartera a la hija de Bush, en un resto en San Telmo, y la mina estaba custodiada por el servicio secreto norteamericano,,, o los chorros argentinos son más grossos que bin laden o estos pibes del servicio secreto tomaron clases con el agente 86.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-7656693816827807535?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/7656693816827807535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/7656693816827807535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/11/y-eso-que-son-del-servicio-secreto.html' title='Y eso que son del servicio secreto !!'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-116240699552620218</id><published>2006-11-01T15:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:03.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfermo tecnológico</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Creo que me voy a comprar la galería jardín entera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-116240699552620218?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/116240699552620218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/116240699552620218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/11/enfermo-tecnolgico.html' title='Enfermo tecnológico'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-116186673659203381</id><published>2006-10-26T09:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:38:36.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Huevos al plato 10/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;El adjetivo "urbano" ya logró el plato mencionado. Por ejemplo: diseño urbano, campera urbana, zapatillas urbanas, auto urbano, resto urbano, comida urbana, periodismo urbano, etc. Lamentablemente los huevos al plato son los clásicos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-116186673659203381?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/116186673659203381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/116186673659203381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/10/huevos-al-plato-102006.html' title='Huevos al plato 10/2006'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-116078314027509735</id><published>2006-10-13T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:03.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A imitar ya mismo, partidos políticos a ponerse las pilas con los intereses&lt;br /&gt;del pueblo Argentino&lt;br /&gt;http://www.20minutos.es/noticia/162117/chile/internet/derecho/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-116078314027509735?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/116078314027509735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/116078314027509735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/10/imitar-ya-mismo-partidos-polticos.html' title=''/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-116053645249277034</id><published>2006-10-11T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Partusa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4670/156/640/partusa%20DSCN1398_450x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4670/156/320/partusa%20DSCN1398_450x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comprenderán que con semejante partusa estuve ausente bastante. (a la izquierda mi OVER , a la derecha mi Prism E2)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-116053645249277034?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/116053645249277034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/116053645249277034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/10/partusa.html' title='Partusa'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-115829309151829929</id><published>2006-09-15T01:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descubrí que -finalmente- mi problema es de fe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Puedo creer todo, y puedo no creer nada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-115829309151829929?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115829309151829929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115829309151829929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/09/descubr-que-finalmente-mi-problema-es.html' title='Descubrí que -finalmente- mi problema es de fe'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-115732446342369171</id><published>2006-09-03T20:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Identidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Descubrí que la china que enseña yoga en el cable en el canal infinito,&lt;br /&gt;cuando al final del programa baila, en realidad es piñón fijo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-115732446342369171?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115732446342369171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115732446342369171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/09/identidad.html' title='Identidad'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-115702919563267464</id><published>2006-08-31T09:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiós Glenn Ford</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Gilda: "Ya todos saben que al poderoso Johny Farren lo enagañaron, y que su&lt;br /&gt;esposa es una..." ahí Johny (Glenn Ford) le asesta una tremenda cachetada a&lt;br /&gt;Gilda (Rita Hayworth), y con eso pasó a la gloria. Esa escena de "Gilda" es&lt;br /&gt;un gen masculino. Se fue un gen masculino.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-115702919563267464?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115702919563267464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115702919563267464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/08/adis-glenn-ford.html' title='Adiós Glenn Ford'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-115697438667650248</id><published>2006-08-30T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Huevos al plato gourmet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Las cámaras lentas en los programas de cocina, tipo cuando ella revuelve o&lt;br /&gt;él salpimentando, me tienen lso huevos al plato; una preciosa coincidencia&lt;br /&gt;gourmet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-115697438667650248?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115697438667650248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115697438667650248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/08/huevos-al-plato-gourmet.html' title='Huevos al plato gourmet'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-115673718554367644</id><published>2006-08-28T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algunos pensamientos de Ross Ashby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;On The Brain: &lt;br /&gt;* The brain has no brain inside to guide it.&lt;br /&gt;* To think is to act--inside the brain.&lt;br /&gt;* The brain controls nothing--it transmits.&lt;br /&gt;* The brain organizes nothing--it acts.&lt;br /&gt;* The brain has no gimmick, just five billion years of research and&lt;br /&gt;development.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-115673718554367644?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115673718554367644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115673718554367644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/08/algunos-pensamientos-de-ross-ashby.html' title='Algunos pensamientos de Ross Ashby'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-115275011855726223</id><published>2006-07-12T21:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERman 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4670/156/640/DSC00016_640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4670/156/320/DSC00016_640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  a veces yo puedo con mi OVER&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-115275011855726223?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115275011855726223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115275011855726223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/07/overman-3.html' title='OVERman 3'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-115275004409020424</id><published>2006-07-12T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERman 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4670/156/640/vte%20lopez%20DSC00012_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4670/156/320/vte%20lopez%20DSC00012_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  mi OVER me puede&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-115275004409020424?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115275004409020424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115275004409020424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/07/overman-2.html' title='OVERman 2'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-115247151638578411</id><published>2006-07-09T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4670/156/640/DSCN1151_576x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4670/156/320/DSCN1151_576x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Esta es mi nueva cometa acrobática, llamada OVER. Ahora entenderán que estoy completamente volado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-115247151638578411?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115247151638578411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115247151638578411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/07/overman.html' title='OVERman'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-115171915644869988</id><published>2006-06-30T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy docente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;No puedo creer lo que algunos ganan por perder comparado con lo que gano yo&lt;br /&gt;que tengo que ganar siempre (y gano)&lt;br /&gt;Fucking people,,, fucking world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-115171915644869988?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115171915644869988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/115171915644869988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/06/soy-docente.html' title='Soy docente'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-114977256805238080</id><published>2006-06-08T10:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticomunicación</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Con el móvil: "¿me escuchás?, ¿hola?"&lt;br /&gt;Con el mail: "¿te llegó mi mail?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-114977256805238080?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/114977256805238080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/114977256805238080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/06/anticomunicacin.html' title='Anticomunicación'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-114582967471077861</id><published>2006-04-23T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Efectos colaterales de la baba de caracol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Ojo al piojo !!!&lt;br /&gt;As seen on TV !!!&lt;br /&gt;Te restaura la piel, pero...&lt;br /&gt;* necesitarás pantalones o vestidos o polleras 7 talles más grandes, porque te crecerá caparazón en el culo&lt;br /&gt;* te crecerán cuernos tipo antenitas (muy frágiles y babosas) en la frente&lt;br /&gt;* necesitarás reciclar calzado y medias más frecuentemente, porque la pisada será muy babosa&lt;br /&gt;* dejarás rastros babosos tras las pisadas (ver anterior)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-114582967471077861?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/114582967471077861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/114582967471077861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/04/efectos-colaterales-de-la-baba-de.html' title='Efectos colaterales de la baba de caracol'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-114325425787301437</id><published>2006-03-24T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:02.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Al plato</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;El chaqueño palevecino me las tiene al plato, no sé porqué&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-114325425787301437?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/114325425787301437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/114325425787301437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/03/al-plato.html' title='Al plato'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-114186083998460331</id><published>2006-03-08T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Al carajo la carne</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A buscar recetas de pescado, chancho y chivo, y al carajo el vacío, la&lt;br /&gt;entraña, la colita de cuadril y el asado de tira así lindo finito. El pollo&lt;br /&gt;también al carajo por feo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-114186083998460331?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/114186083998460331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/114186083998460331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/03/al-carajo-la-carne.html' title='Al carajo la carne'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-113915586358767262</id><published>2006-02-05T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Han pasado 10 años de esta vida...</title><content type='html'>Leía hoy en el &lt;a href="http://www.lanacion.com.ar/informaciongeneral/nota.asp?nota_id=777835"&gt;diario &lt;/a&gt;que la impunidad una vez más dibuja las características del ser nacional (argentino).&lt;br /&gt;Diez años de izquierda, de derecha o de centro son igual, dan lo mismo: impunidad.&lt;br /&gt;Con o sin Cromañon da igual: impunidad y falta absoluta de idoneidad en los funcionarios.&lt;br /&gt;Los bares y restoranes ya han llenado sus veredas nuevamente con sillas y mesas dificultando el paso peatonal (cosa que poscromañon habían comenzado a cuidar).&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros "el pueblo" utilizamos esas sillas y mesas igualmente que votamos a la izquierda, al centro o a la derecha sin lograr cambiar NADA o muy poco.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez algún día te toque a vos o a él o a ella perder un ser querido para que alguna vez nos demos cuenta que estamos votando mal.&lt;br /&gt;Vayan mis condolencias a la familia Iglesias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-113915586358767262?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113915586358767262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113915586358767262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/02/han-pasado-10-aos-de-esta-vida.html' title='Han pasado 10 años de esta vida...'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-113888369453144800</id><published>2006-02-02T09:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recambio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Voy a aprovechar el recambio vacacional mensual y quincenal para recambiarme los calzones &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-113888369453144800?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113888369453144800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113888369453144800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/02/recambio.html' title='Recambio'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-113850606202708569</id><published>2006-01-29T00:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Al chabón que mataron en Brasil (Ariel Malvino) según dicen los diarios online&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.lanacion.com.ar/informaciongeneral/nota.asp?nota_id=776096) por intentar detener una pelea habría que homenajearlo como un héroe de la no violencia; acaso cuántos saben de Gandhi más que eso? eh?&lt;br /&gt;La reputa que los parió a los asesinos todos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-113850606202708569?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113850606202708569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113850606202708569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/01/gandhi.html' title='Gandhi'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-113814600429545058</id><published>2006-01-24T20:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre todo en verano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Me encanta Sueter (Miguel Zavaleta). Ojalá vuelvan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-113814600429545058?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113814600429545058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113814600429545058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/01/sobre-todo-en-verano.html' title='Sobre todo en verano'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-113703484978239019</id><published>2006-01-12T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferencia sustantiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Aprender nos deja vivos&lt;br /&gt;Morir no deja aprender&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-113703484978239019?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113703484978239019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113703484978239019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2006/01/diferencia-sustantiva.html' title='Diferencia sustantiva'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-113520848913164528</id><published>2005-12-21T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El futuro promete más de lo mismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;El futuro es desconocido, solamente eso.&lt;br /&gt;No es ni es incierto, o riesgoso, o cierto o lo que garompa quieras.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que aseguran que el futuro tenga mucho del presente, por ejemplo las boludeces.&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta que me linkee en su blog alguien que vio en mi blog cosas copadas; detesto que me linkee alguien que se copó conmigo y luego por descoparse me deslinkeó.&lt;br /&gt;Después de todo, alguna clase de continuidad entre el presente y el futuro es necesaria.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; No te la des de revolucionario/a cuando hacés estas cosas dignas críticas de los reaccionarios y dignas de justificaciones de progresoides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-113520848913164528?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113520848913164528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113520848913164528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/12/el-futuro-promete-ms-de-lo-mismo.html' title='El futuro promete más de lo mismo'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-113150209975195973</id><published>2005-11-08T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Participe y gane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principio básico:&lt;/span&gt; No es muy clara la diferencia entre un boludo y uno medio boludo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corolario:&lt;/span&gt; los medio boludos no suelen exhibir su otra mitad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(autoinspirado en un comment en el blog de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dos generaciones menos&lt;/span&gt;; fijate mis links)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-113150209975195973?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113150209975195973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113150209975195973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/11/participe-y-gane.html' title='Participe y gane'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-113072968687885426</id><published>2005-10-31T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya estará?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Últimamante creo que ya está, suficiente, enough.&lt;br /&gt;No sé si tengo bajas las defensas o es deseo o es intuición o es el hígado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-113072968687885426?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113072968687885426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113072968687885426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/10/ya-estar.html' title='Ya estará?'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-113020699298657772</id><published>2005-10-24T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vos, Dios</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;salió en  http://www.lanacion.com.ar/exterior/nota.asp?nota_id=750352 y paso a compartirlo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="mobile-post"&gt;Preso demandó a Dios&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Un prisionero rumano inició una demanda judicial contra Dios por haberlo dejado en manos del Diablo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;En su demanda, el reo sostiene: "Yo, Pavel M., actualmente encarcelado en la Penitenciaría Timisoara, cumpliendo una condena de 20 años por homicidio, solicito acciones legales contra Dios, residente en el Cielo, representado aquí por la Iglesia Ortodoxa Romana, por cometer los siguientes crímenes: estafas, ocultamiento, abuso contra los intereses de la gente, aceptar sobornos y tráfico de influencias".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"Dios inclusive reclamó y recibió varios bienes y oraciones a cambio de perdón y de la promesa de que me mantendría alejado de los problemas y tendría una vida mejor. Sin embargo, me dejó en manos del Diablo", explicóel hombre. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;La demanda fue enviada a la Corte de Justicia de Timisoara y de allí a la Oficina del Fiscal General aunque, según informaron, sería desestimada yaque no podrían citar a declarar al acusado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fin de la nota******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;IDEA: Y si llaman al obispo de rumania en representación de la&lt;br /&gt;representación del papa? Algún abogado con argumentos, please !!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-113020699298657772?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113020699298657772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/113020699298657772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/10/vos-dios.html' title='vos, Dios'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112977463704364008</id><published>2005-10-19T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema escatológico</title><content type='html'>En la puerta de un baño ví este hermoso y escatológico poema que paso a compartir con ustedes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cago, me cago&lt;br /&gt;porque la mierda me apura&lt;br /&gt;caga el papa, caga el cura&lt;br /&gt;caga el obispo y su gente&lt;br /&gt;caga el hombre más valiente&lt;br /&gt;y hasta la mujer más guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque en este mundo de mierda&lt;br /&gt;de cagar nadie se escapa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112977463704364008?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112977463704364008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112977463704364008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/10/poema-escatolgico.html' title='Poema escatológico'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112792127093523693</id><published>2005-09-28T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking language</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Antes era "algún amigo me va a tirar una onda"&lt;br /&gt;Ahora es "tengo que hacer networking"&lt;br /&gt;"La puta que lo parió" -diría mi tío Bachicha- qué viejo estoy ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112792127093523693?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112792127093523693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112792127093523693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/09/fucking-language.html' title='Fucking language'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112774391422791963</id><published>2005-09-26T11:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramática generativa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Recibí este mail y lo comparto.&lt;br /&gt;Salutti.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sgeun etsduios raleziaods por una uivenrsdiad ignlsea, no ipmotra el odren en el que las ltears etsen ersciats, la uicna csoa ipormtnate es que la pmrirea y la utlima ltera esetn ecsritas en la psiocion cocrreta.&lt;br /&gt;El retso peuden etsar ttaolmntee mal y aun pordas lerelo sin pobrleams, pquore no lemeos cada ltera en si msima snio cdaa paalbra en un contxetso.&lt;br /&gt;Presnoamelnte, etsa huveaada me preace icrneilbe !&lt;br /&gt;¡¡Ptua mrade!! Tnatos aoñs de colgeio por las pruas hevuas!!&lt;br /&gt;Craiños, Caulida....&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112774391422791963?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112774391422791963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112774391422791963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/09/gramtica-generativa.html' title='Gramática generativa?'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112751607042289025</id><published>2005-09-23T19:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:01.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esa cara ya la vi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hace ya unos poquitos años que veo gente que tiene la cara parecida a otra gente, cosa que hace muchos más años atrás (considérese que soy viejo) no observé.&lt;br /&gt;Se nota que los diseños de caras nuevas se están agotando y entonces nace gente con cara de moldes ya existentes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112751607042289025?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112751607042289025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112751607042289025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/09/esa-cara-ya-la-vi.html' title='Esa cara ya la vi'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112647397778302577</id><published>2005-09-11T18:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Algunos se mueren.&lt;br /&gt;Otros se van mueriendo.&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez los malditos gerundios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112647397778302577?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112647397778302577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112647397778302577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-again.html' title='Once again'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112473843170159219</id><published>2005-08-22T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un par</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A veces me gustaría tener el poder de resuscitar a un par.&lt;br /&gt;A veces me gustaría mandar al más allá a un par.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112473843170159219?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112473843170159219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112473843170159219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/08/un-par.html' title='Un par'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112432134721644479</id><published>2005-08-17T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida se anticipa a la informática</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hay gente cuyas vidas parecen haber sido copiadas (copy) de cualquiera y pegadas (paste) en ellos.&lt;br /&gt;La vida se anticipó a mcintosh y windows simultáneamente.&lt;br /&gt;Cuánta repetición !!! cuántas ventanas a ningún lado !!!&lt;br /&gt;Impresionante, no?&lt;br /&gt;Espero no colgarme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112432134721644479?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112432134721644479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112432134721644479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/08/la-vida-se-anticipa-la-informtica.html' title='La vida se anticipa a la informática'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112303431557046860</id><published>2005-08-02T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La reputa que los parió</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Los carilinas chilenos andan bárbaro; los carilinas bolivianos andan&lt;br /&gt;bárbaro; los carilinas (elite !!!!) argentinos al abrirlos te quedás con la&lt;br /&gt;tirita en la mano: fabricante argentino: papelera del plata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112303431557046860?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112303431557046860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112303431557046860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/08/la-reputa-que-los-pari.html' title='La reputa que los parió'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112237868776453690</id><published>2005-07-26T08:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El secreto de la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Aguantá hasta mañana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112237868776453690?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112237868776453690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112237868776453690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/07/el-secreto-de-la-vida.html' title='El secreto de la vida'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112131052208928368</id><published>2005-07-14T00:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida, la muerte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Un día más de amigos; un día menos de bardo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112131052208928368?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112131052208928368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112131052208928368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/07/la-vida-la-muerte.html' title='La vida, la muerte'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-112082453337002714</id><published>2005-07-08T09:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoría y práctica</title><content type='html'>El concepto "superyo" es un modelo teórico; el concepto "boludo" es un modelo práctico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-112082453337002714?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112082453337002714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/112082453337002714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/07/teora-y-prctica.html' title='Teoría y práctica'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111863097429613501</id><published>2005-06-12T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Llamados varios</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Leía en lanación online&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lanacion.com.ar/cultura/nota.asp?nota_id=712357 que el Papa llama a las familias católicas a volver a misa.&lt;br /&gt;Otros llamados que vendrán a continuación:&lt;br /&gt;* verduleros llaman a amas de casa a volver a verdulerías&lt;br /&gt;* zapateros llaman a usuarios a romper zapatos y a enviárselos&lt;br /&gt;* muchos llamarán a menem a volver&lt;br /&gt;* los ahorristas atrapados en el corralito llaman a volver a sus ahorros&lt;br /&gt;* algunos colgados en las plazas llamarán a volver a sus perros&lt;br /&gt;* un par que remontan barriletes que se les cortó el hilo los llamarán a&lt;br /&gt;volver&lt;br /&gt;* ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111863097429613501?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111863097429613501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111863097429613501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/06/llamados-varios.html' title='Llamados varios'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111811452435243274</id><published>2005-06-07T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunicación social, acción social, política y futuro</title><content type='html'>"Naturally, the common people don't want war, but after all, it is the leaders of a country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag people along whether it is a democracy, or a facist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. This is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in every country."&lt;br /&gt;- Hermann Goering, Hitler's Reich-Marshall at the Nuremberg Trials after WWII&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111811452435243274?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111811452435243274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111811452435243274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/06/comunicacitica-y-futuro.html' title='Comunicaci&amp;oacute;n social, acci&amp;oacute;n social, pol&amp;iacute;tica y futuro'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111746069745457835</id><published>2005-05-30T10:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Último deseo</title><content type='html'>Con mi &amp;uacute;ltimo latido, quiero que me mires a los ojos y me acaricies la cara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111746069745457835?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111746069745457835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111746069745457835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/05/ltimo-deseo.html' title='&amp;Uacute;ltimo deseo'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111715965396160170</id><published>2005-05-26T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrío por la pena</title><content type='html'>A veces la esperanza m&amp;aacute;s pr&amp;oacute;xima es m&amp;aacute;s pena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111715965396160170?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111715965396160170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111715965396160170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/05/umbro-por-la-pena.html' title='Umbr&amp;iacute;o por la pena'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111699085492317827</id><published>2005-05-25T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descripción clarísima</title><content type='html'>Mi amiga describi&amp;eacute;ndome, me dijo el otro d&amp;iacute;a :&lt;br /&gt;"sos portador de una agradable combinaci&amp;oacute;n de patolog&amp;iacute;as..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111699085492317827?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111699085492317827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111699085492317827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/05/descripcisima.html' title='Descripci&amp;oacute;n clar&amp;iacute;sima'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111620943241662253</id><published>2005-05-15T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Autodestrucción del comment</title><content type='html'>Haloscan te da comments gratis por cuatro (4) meses; todo lo anterior lo perdiste.&lt;br /&gt;Habr&amp;aacute; que volver al comment original de blogger si queremos preservar la memoria, o bien en breve la memoria ser&amp;aacute; completamente off fashion. Alguna idea? (no la dejes en el comment !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111620943241662253?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111620943241662253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111620943241662253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/05/autodestruccin-del-comment.html' title='Autodestrucci&amp;oacute;n del comment'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111577615512238168</id><published>2005-05-10T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:48:00.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rectitud</title><content type='html'>Es casi imposible que una dama camine rectamente por la vereda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111577615512238168?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111577615512238168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111577615512238168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/05/rectitud.html' title='Rectitud'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111465588091420162</id><published>2005-04-27T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo depende</title><content type='html'>Depende de qui&amp;eacute;n haga el da&amp;ntilde;o cambiamos el lenguaje:&lt;br /&gt;Si se lo hacemos nosotros, es pol&amp;iacute;tica.&lt;br /&gt;Si nos lo hacen ellos, es falta de &amp;eacute;tica.&lt;br /&gt;Y despu&amp;eacute;s critican a Maquiavelo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111465588091420162?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111465588091420162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111465588091420162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/04/todo-depende.html' title='Todo depende'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111456492144198924</id><published>2005-04-26T22:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La gente y las bebidas</title><content type='html'>Hay gente que es como el buen vino de guarda: cuanto m&amp;aacute;s le pasa el tiempo, mejor se ponen.&lt;br /&gt;Otros en cambio son como unas cervezas heladas: tom&amp;aacute;telas ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111456492144198924?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111456492144198924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111456492144198924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/04/la-gente-y-las-bebidas.html' title='La gente y las bebidas'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111257817535564924</id><published>2005-04-03T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuro incierto bastante cierto</title><content type='html'>Toda la comunicaci&amp;oacute;n aparecida con motivo del fallecimiento del Papa me hace pensar que la iglesia ha desarrollado en 20 siglos m&amp;aacute;s gerentes que profetas.&lt;br /&gt;Si alg&amp;uacute;n futuro tiene la instituci&amp;oacute;n deber&amp;aacute; ser alrededor de los m&amp;aacute;s profetas y dejar afuera a los m&amp;aacute;s gerentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111257817535564924?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111257817535564924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111257817535564924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/04/futuro-incierto-bastante-cierto.html' title='Futuro incierto bastante cierto'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-111041168014305484</id><published>2005-03-09T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojo ustedes con lo que sueño</title><content type='html'>post del domingo 8 de agosto de 2004, ubicable en &lt;br /&gt;http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/so.html&lt;br /&gt;"Primero so&amp;ntilde;&amp;eacute; que mi sobrinoprimo S. se recib&amp;iacute;a, a&amp;uacute;n sin entender porqu&amp;eacute; lo hac&amp;iacute;a, a&amp;uacute;n sin convicci&amp;oacute;n, solamente por romper reglas y terminar algo que comenz&amp;oacute;.&lt;br /&gt;Luego so&amp;ntilde;&amp;eacute; que todos los comments a este post eran para tirarle onda para que se reciba de una puta vez."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, Mi&amp;eacute;rcoles 09 de Marzo de 2005, mi sobrinoprimo fuckusin S. se recibi&amp;oacute; de Dise&amp;ntilde;ador Gr&amp;aacute;fico Publicitario (a ver los clientes !!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Vayan a postear los comments, felicitaciones y dem&amp;aacute;s yerbas a:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.esanoestucasa.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Despu&amp;eacute;s no me digan que sue&amp;ntilde;o pavadas irrealizables; ojo con lo que sue&amp;ntilde;o. P&amp;oacute;rtense bien, fundamentalmente conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;VAMOS FUCKUSINNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-111041168014305484?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111041168014305484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/111041168014305484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/03/ojo-ustedes-con-lo-que-sueo.html' title='Ojo ustedes con lo que sue&amp;ntilde;o'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110635709195075058</id><published>2005-01-21T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El viejo truco de hacerse la dormida</title><content type='html'>Sali&amp;oacute; en http://www.lanacion.com.ar/673069&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMA.&amp;#8211; Un hombre se suicid&amp;oacute; en Padua, en el nordeste de Italia, desesperado porque su mujer llevaba meses en coma pero, apenas unas horas despu&amp;eacute;s, ella despert&amp;oacute;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moraleja: esper&amp;aacute; al punto final, porque luego de coma la cosa sigue, vio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110635709195075058?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110635709195075058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110635709195075058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/01/el-viejo-truco-de-hacerse-la-dormida.html' title='El viejo truco de hacerse la dormida'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110575305250722619</id><published>2005-01-14T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos anticipatorios y sin muertes</title><content type='html'>Las veredas rotas, las calles rotas, los &amp;aacute;rboles sin podar, la bicisenda rota y con &amp;aacute;rboles a la altura de la cabeza, &amp;aacute;rboles sin podar a la altura del cuello (un ciego no hace nada; 190 ciegos por ah&amp;iacute; arman alg&amp;uacute;n bardo), las veredas tomadas por los bares, los parlantes de restos y bares en veredas jodiendo al vecindario, kioskos imposibles, ba&amp;ntilde;os en bares y resto imposibles, la recolecci&amp;oacute;n de residuos sin resolver (l&amp;eacute;ase varios a&amp;ntilde;os de cartoneros o recicladores urbanos viajando en trenes as&amp;iacute; de higi&amp;eacute;nico) ,,, en fin,,, todos signos anticipatorios de la incapacidad administrativa -con o sin corrupci&amp;oacute;n da igual, porque lo que cuenta es la incapacidad, la inacci&amp;oacute;n, la falta de plan y realizaci&amp;oacute;n-.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie ten&amp;iacute;a que morir, pero tampoco ten&amp;iacute;a que haber salido reelecto un y su vicejefe. Ambos -al igual que su antecesor delar&amp;uacute;a- ya hab&amp;iacute;an mostrado sus alcances. A nadie mat&amp;oacute; la corrupci&amp;oacute;n: es la incapacidad de administrar.&lt;br /&gt;No te olvides a la hora de votar: con tu voto arm&amp;aacute;s tu futuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110575305250722619?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110575305250722619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110575305250722619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/01/signos-anticipatorios-y-sin-muertes.html' title='Signos anticipatorios y sin muertes'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110471728876756685</id><published>2005-01-02T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No digas que no te avisé</title><content type='html'>En mi post "justo a tiempo" (http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/06/justo-tiempo.html) mencionaba la duda acerca de cu&amp;aacute;ndo hizo el arca Noe: obviamente, para salir vivo hay que pensar y hacer ANTES de que sucedan las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;Por lo tanto, ni paranoia, ni locura, ni nada: simplemente prevenci&amp;oacute;n, anticipaci&amp;oacute;n, planificaci&amp;oacute;n.&lt;br /&gt;No digas que no te avis&amp;eacute;.&lt;br /&gt;Mi p&amp;eacute;same para todos los inocentes que padecieron con su salud o con su vida la incapacidad ajena y la falta de educaci&amp;oacute;n propia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110471728876756685?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110471728876756685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110471728876756685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-digas-que-no-te-avis.html' title='No digas que no te avis&amp;eacute;'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110359307889652863</id><published>2004-12-20T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Navidad, muerte, resurrección</title><content type='html'>Cristo hubo uno solo; Buda hubo uno solo; y as&amp;iacute;.&lt;br /&gt;Yo hubo uno solo. Vos hubo uno solo.&lt;br /&gt;No desperdicies la oportunidad: hac&amp;eacute; historia con algo (&amp;uacute;til).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110359307889652863?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110359307889652863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110359307889652863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/12/navidad-muerte-resurreccin.html' title='Navidad, muerte, resurrecci&amp;oacute;n'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110321845949564887</id><published>2004-12-16T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy: huevos al plato</title><content type='html'>Definici&amp;oacute;n del d&amp;iacute;a: huevos al plato.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;iacute;cese de cuando uno est&amp;aacute; completamente cromado de alg&amp;uacute;n tema. Apl&amp;iacute;case a la sensaci&amp;oacute;n de hartazgo al l&amp;iacute;mite  que se tiene con respecto a alg&amp;uacute;n estado del universo, pa&amp;iacute;s, bloque, situaci&amp;oacute;n o persona.&lt;br /&gt;P.ej: fulano me tiene los huevos al plato.&lt;br /&gt;Aplicaciones del d&amp;iacute;a:&lt;br /&gt;* Las personas con tatoo me tienen los huevos al plato.&lt;br /&gt;* Las mujeres que se maquillan en los medios de transporte p&amp;uacute;blico me tienen los huevos al plato&lt;br /&gt;* Los cazadores de turistas de la calle Florida me tienen los huevos al plato&lt;br /&gt;* La invasi&amp;oacute;n de mails y todos los supuestos que ello implica me tiene los huevos al plato&lt;br /&gt;* Los que se quejan de los piquetes, la clase dirigente, el pueblo, los negros, los chinos, etc etc pero que no hacen NADA cuando tienen la oportunidad de cambiar ALGO me tienen los huevos al plato.&lt;br /&gt;* Los que me mangan ideas y conocimiento y se hacen los pelotudos como si hubieran entendido el libro que YO les expliqu&amp;eacute;, me tienen los huevos al plato&lt;br /&gt;* Los jefes y subjefes del gobierno que hacen espect&amp;aacute;culos gratuitos pero no arreglan las veredas ni podan los &amp;aacute;rboles ni controlan el nivel de ruido, ni la ocupaci&amp;oacute;n ilegal de veredas, ni nada de nada, me tienen los huevos al plato&lt;br /&gt;* despu&amp;eacute;s sigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIN&amp;Oacute;NIMOS: pelotas al plato, bolas al plato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110321845949564887?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110321845949564887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110321845949564887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/12/hoy-huevos-al-plato.html' title='Hoy: huevos al plato'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110264111596387423</id><published>2004-12-09T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y...???</title><content type='html'>Nada es todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110264111596387423?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110264111596387423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110264111596387423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/12/y.html' title='Y...???'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110255812171909192</id><published>2004-12-08T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Colgado</title><content type='html'>Me puedo quedar horas mirando un barrilete all&amp;aacute; arriba, casi at&amp;aacute;vicamente.&lt;br /&gt;Barriletear es re zen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110255812171909192?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110255812171909192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110255812171909192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/12/colgado.html' title='Colgado'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110239174265678209</id><published>2004-12-07T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esa puerta ... !!!</title><content type='html'>Tengo que aprender -y voy a aprender- a dejar una puerta entreabierta, por las dudas.&lt;br /&gt;Para salir si estoy adentro, para entrar si estoy afuera, para quedarme tranquilo por si me da de salir o de entrar.&lt;br /&gt;En todas las situaciones debe haber una manera de aprender a dejar la puerta entreabierta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110239174265678209?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110239174265678209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110239174265678209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/12/esa-puerta.html' title='Esa puerta ... !!!'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110214761109544877</id><published>2004-12-04T05:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Efecto dominó</title><content type='html'>Si sos la &amp;uacute;ltima pieza nadie se entera: todos te jodieron, vos no jod&amp;eacute;s a nadie.&lt;br /&gt;La posici&amp;oacute;n relativa parece ser la clave entre jodedores y jodidos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no s&amp;eacute; d&amp;oacute;nde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110214761109544877?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110214761109544877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110214761109544877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/12/efecto-domin.html' title='Efecto domin&amp;oacute;'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110170960255162691</id><published>2004-11-29T03:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahí está !</title><content type='html'>&amp;iquest;Encontraste tu vida? no la dejes pasar... ah&amp;iacute; est&amp;aacute; y no hagas de cuenta cualquier otra cosa; no des rodeos porque somos el tiempo que tenemos.&lt;br /&gt;La gran diferencia que tenemos con los &amp;aacute;ngeles y los muertos es esa: el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;No est&amp;aacute;s muerto ni sos un &amp;aacute;ngel. Espero que los segundos que tardaste en leer esto te sirvan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110170960255162691?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110170960255162691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110170960255162691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/ah.html' title='Ah&amp;iacute; est&amp;aacute; !'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110143588677835768</id><published>2004-11-25T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:59.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrán de mi bisabuelo</title><content type='html'>El que coge cien no coge una bien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110143588677835768?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110143588677835768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110143588677835768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/refrn-de-mi-bisabuelo.html' title='Refr&amp;aacute;n de mi bisabuelo'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110126274458026780</id><published>2004-11-23T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que sea bueno para el pueblo</title><content type='html'>La premisa gu&amp;iacute;a es "lo que sea bueno para el pueblo, para la gente".&lt;br /&gt;Entonces ahora digo:&lt;br /&gt;* ni izquierda ni derecha, todo depende seg&amp;uacute;n lo que sea bueno para el pueblo.&lt;br /&gt;* ni p&amp;uacute;blico ni privado, todo depende seg&amp;uacute;n lo que sea bueno para el pueblo.&lt;br /&gt;* ...&lt;br /&gt;No quiero razonar m&amp;aacute;s por los opuestos que me ofrece la comunicaci&amp;oacute;n masiva: quiero razonar seg&amp;uacute;n lo que sea bueno para la gente.&lt;br /&gt;En algunos pa&amp;iacute;ses esto ya se piensa as&amp;iacute;; aqu&amp;iacute; todav&amp;iacute;a seguimos enfrent&amp;aacute;ndonos por cosas del siglo pasado y del anterior tambi&amp;eacute;n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110126274458026780?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110126274458026780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110126274458026780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/lo-que-sea-bueno-para-el-pueblo.html' title='Lo que sea bueno para el pueblo'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110126232960653336</id><published>2004-11-23T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta la vista</title><content type='html'>Espero encontrar a Adolfo Castelo cuando me toque a m&amp;iacute; lo que a &amp;eacute;l le toc&amp;oacute; hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos charlas pendientes con Adriana que &amp;eacute;l no querr&amp;aacute; perderse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110126232960653336?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110126232960653336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110126232960653336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/hasta-la-vista.html' title='Hasta la vista'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110079846232290107</id><published>2004-11-18T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin clase, sin estilo, puajjjj</title><content type='html'>Hay muchas maneras de darse cuenta que una mujer no tiene estilo. &amp;Uacute;ltimamente estoy harto de ver en el subte, el tren y el bondi minas pint&amp;aacute;ndose, maquill&amp;aacute;ndose, depil&amp;aacute;ndose, como si estuvieran &amp;iacute;ntimamente a solas en el ba&amp;ntilde;o de su choza -sin subestimar ninguna choza-.&lt;br /&gt;Por suerte uno vive en Buenos Aires donde las mujeres con estilo abundan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110079846232290107?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110079846232290107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110079846232290107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/sin-clase-sin-estilo-puajjjj.html' title='Sin clase, sin estilo, puajjjj'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-110013226766826419</id><published>2004-11-10T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clasificado gallego</title><content type='html'>"Pinto casas a domicilio."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-110013226766826419?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110013226766826419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/110013226766826419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/clasificado-gallego.html' title='Clasificado gallego'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109970003675626158</id><published>2004-11-05T21:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush o quien sea</title><content type='html'>En muchas provincias de Argentina, los chicos cruzan el r&amp;iacute;o descalzos, ayud&amp;aacute;ndose entre ellos para que la corriente no se los lleve.&lt;br /&gt;La recoloecci&amp;oacute;n de la basura sigue en manos de los cartoneros bajo la adminsitraci&amp;oacute;n de Delar&amp;uacute;a (adem&amp;aacute;s elegido presidente), Ibarra (reelegido) y Telerman (vicejefe y seguro candidato pr&amp;oacute;ximo) quienes adem&amp;aacute;s innauguran plazas tem&amp;aacute;ticas mientras las veredas de Buenos Aires son intransitables.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy miraba en la plaza Housay (C&amp;oacute;rdoba y Jun&amp;iacute;n, Capital) un acto / feria de no s&amp;eacute; qu&amp;eacute;, con parlantes que seguramente estaban muy por encima de 100 decibeles, contaminando el ambiento con ruido, todo esto frente a dos hospitales p&amp;uacute;blicos: el odontol&amp;oacute;gico y el de Cl&amp;iacute;nicas, y varias facultades (econ&amp;oacute;micas, sociales, medicina, odontolog&amp;iacute;a) con muchas dificultades para dictar cursos en las aulas que dan a la plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Esta lista podr&amp;iacute;a seguir infinitamente.&lt;br /&gt;Los pol&amp;iacute;ticos acomodados y sin vocaci&amp;oacute;n argentinos, los corruptos argentinos, los incapaces argentinos, los ineptos argentinos, los ineficientes argentinos. Esos seguro que votaron o que no votaron a Bush: aqu&amp;iacute; tienen de sobra. Que el pueblo sepa votar; que el pueblo sepa opinar; que el pueblo sepa para d&amp;oacute;nde mirar; que el pueblo sepa de qu&amp;eacute; hablar; en fin... que sepamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109970003675626158?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109970003675626158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109970003675626158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/bush-o-quien-sea.html' title='Bush o quien sea'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109952583819691072</id><published>2004-11-03T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El silencio comunica</title><content type='html'>Miles Davis (inventor del bebop) reapareci&amp;oacute; luego de 10 a&amp;ntilde;os de silencio con un nuevo engendro musical (hiphop). Garc&amp;iacute;a M&amp;aacute;rquez reapareci&amp;oacute; luego de 10 a&amp;ntilde;os de silencio novel&amp;iacute;stico. Muchos deciden su propia clausura -en el sentido monacal- como parte -necesaria- del proceso creativo.&lt;br /&gt;Lu: aguante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109952583819691072?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109952583819691072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109952583819691072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/el-silencio-comunica.html' title='El silencio comunica'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109949189739268564</id><published>2004-11-03T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y también todo lo contario</title><content type='html'>Lo natural es lo artificial, y lo artificial es lo natural.&lt;br /&gt;El lenguaje es una construcci&amp;oacute;n humanan artificial, causada por unas cuantas propiedades f&amp;iacute;sicas -la cantidad de neocorteza a la cabeza- que son naturales.&lt;br /&gt;Por lo tanto, construir la artificialidad del lenguaje es natural. Y viceversa. (Casualmente, la inteligencia artificial procesa lenguaje natural.)&lt;br /&gt;Despu&amp;eacute;s quieren que seamos coherentes, consistentes y sin contradicciones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109949189739268564?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109949189739268564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109949189739268564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/y-tambin-todo-lo-contario.html' title='Y tambi&amp;eacute;n todo lo contario'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109934156902169802</id><published>2004-11-01T17:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferencia</title><content type='html'>En Bruselas -capital de B&amp;eacute;lgica- a los repollitos de bruselas los llaman "repollitos de aqu&amp;iacute;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109934156902169802?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109934156902169802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109934156902169802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/11/diferencia.html' title='Diferencia'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109892503295482500</id><published>2004-10-27T21:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubano de derecha: Míster B. se queda corto</title><content type='html'>La semana pasada contaba un se&amp;ntilde;or cubano que hac&amp;iacute;a unos meses en una plaza de La Habana le robaron una cadenita. A las dos semanas lo llamaron para reconocer a los tres ladrones y para devolverle su cadenita. A los chorros les dieron 8, 12 y 18 a&amp;ntilde;os de prisi&amp;oacute;n seg&amp;uacute;n los antecedentes. Eso s&amp;iacute;: los chorros eran negritos, y la ley la hizo uno de derecha llamado Fidel Castro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109892503295482500?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109892503295482500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109892503295482500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/10/cubano-de-derecha-mster-b-se-queda.html' title='Cubano de derecha: M&amp;iacute;ster B. se queda corto'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109892462822341020</id><published>2004-10-27T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desobediencia debida</title><content type='html'>Una vez que una mujer desobedeci&amp;oacute; a su padre, no soporta que ning&amp;uacute;n (otro) hombre le diga lo que tiene que hacer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109892462822341020?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109892462822341020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109892462822341020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/10/desobediencia-debida.html' title='Desobediencia debida'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109806987221425789</id><published>2004-10-18T00:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.112-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breve y peligrosa oda a Ashby</title><content type='html'>Toda persona viva es un ganador de un juego a&amp;uacute;n no conocido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109806987221425789?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109806987221425789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109806987221425789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/10/breve-oda-ashby.html' title='Breve y peligrosa oda a Ashby'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109789582155256435</id><published>2004-10-16T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:58.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Receta irlandesa</title><content type='html'>Un viejo ancestro irland&amp;eacute;s me dej&amp;oacute; esta receta que paso a compartir con ustedes:&lt;br /&gt;Pavo al whisky&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTES.&lt;br /&gt;Un pavo de tres kilos.&lt;br /&gt;Una botella de whisky.&lt;br /&gt;Unas tiras de panceta.&lt;br /&gt;Aceite de oliva.&lt;br /&gt;Sal y pimienta.&lt;br /&gt;Paso 1 : rellenar el pavo con la panceta,atarlo, sal y pimentar y echarle un chorrito de aceitede oliva.&lt;br /&gt;Paso 2 : precalentar el horno a 180&amp;deg;c durante 10 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Paso 3 : servirse un vaso de whisky para hacer tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Paso 4 : meter el pavo al horno.&lt;br /&gt;Paso 5 : servirse otro vaso de whisky y mirar el horno con ojos ligeramente extraviados.&lt;br /&gt;Paso 6 : boner el terbostato a 150 gramos, grabdos y esberar veinte binutos.&lt;br /&gt;Paso 7: servirse odro vdaso, odros pasos.&lt;br /&gt;Paso 8 : al cabo drum drato, hornirel abro bara condrolar y echar un chodreto de pavo al guisqui y odro de guiski a uno bismo.&lt;br /&gt;Baso 9 : darle la vuelda al babo y quedarse la bano al cerrar elorno, "bierda que queba.....!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;passso 10 : ir la beladera a buscar bielo para da kemadura e bonerlo al guisqui, y al bavo.&lt;br /&gt;passso 11: indenarr sentarse en uda silla y sebirrrse unosss chupitosss bientras basan los binutos.&lt;br /&gt;parso 12 : retirar el babo del horrno y recogerrrlo del suelo con un drapo, embujandolo a un blato, bandeja o ssssimilarrr.&lt;br /&gt;faso 13 : romberssse lacrisssma al refalar en la grasssa.&lt;br /&gt;paaasso 14 : indendar levandarse sin soltarrr la bodella y drasva riosss indendosss decidirr guedar en el sssssuelo.&lt;br /&gt;bassssso 15 : apppburar la potella y adrastarse hasda la gama.&lt;br /&gt;paso 16 : despertarse a la ma&amp;ntilde;ana, tomarse 2 caf&amp;eacute;s, levantar el pavo, la botella, limpiar todo y apagar el horno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109789582155256435?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109789582155256435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109789582155256435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/10/recete-irlandesa.html' title='Receta irlandesa'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109735867710997226</id><published>2004-10-09T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como perros y dueños</title><content type='html'>La vivienda y la pareja que la habita se parecen. Uno se ocupa de la marcha y del mantenimiento regular y cotidiano de la casa; uno/a cambia cueritos, lamparitas, veladores, lavander&amp;iacute;a, compras, y otros menesteres, y CADA TANTO hay que llamar a uno de aufera para que haga otros trabajos. El /la externo ser&amp;aacute; igual, mejor o peor que uno, pero tiene la sola gran virtud de ser externo y no cotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;En la pareja pasa igual: uno hace las cosas cotidianas y regulares, pero CADA TANTO hay que darle -o soportar- la entrada a un externo -amigo/a, amante, consejero/a, nuevo/a gur&amp;uacute;, etc- que ser&amp;aacute; igual, mejor o peor que uno, pero tiene la gran virtud (tal vez la &amp;uacute;nica) de ser externo y no cotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iexcl;Qu&amp;eacute; linda queda la casa!, &amp;iquest;no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109735867710997226?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109735867710997226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109735867710997226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/10/como-perros-y-dueos.html' title='Como perros y due&amp;ntilde;os'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109734719123052155</id><published>2004-10-09T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Post para Lu</title><content type='html'>Este post va para Lu: post para Lu.&lt;br /&gt;Y en breve, vendr&amp;aacute; otro post.&lt;br /&gt;Lu: plis abstenete de patadas con orugas met&amp;aacute;licas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109734719123052155?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109734719123052155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109734719123052155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-para-lu.html' title='Post para Lu'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109598755169797169</id><published>2004-09-23T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsoleto</title><content type='html'>El pie est&amp;aacute; obsoleto.&lt;br /&gt;Junta en el mismo habitat: callos, u&amp;ntilde;as encarnadas, ro&amp;ntilde;a en el tobillo, ro&amp;ntilde;a en rollito entre los dedos, ro&amp;ntilde;a bajo las u&amp;ntilde;as, berrugas, pie de atleta, hongos diversos no atl&amp;eacute;ticos, mal olor, dedos martillados, dedos montados, pobreza por gasto en zapatos, pobreza por gasto en zapatillas, cordones para zapatos y zapatillas, medias por rotura por u&amp;ntilde;a larga y puntuda etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Primera medida para la evoluci&amp;oacute;n de la especie sin pie: la desaparici&amp;oacute;n de los dedos, y su inmediato redise&amp;ntilde;o o reeemplazo por un bloque &amp;uacute;nico y sin u&amp;ntilde;as.&lt;br /&gt;Medida alternativa: el redise&amp;ntilde;o completo del pie y reemplazo por oruga met&amp;aacute;lica de alta resistencia con tracci&amp;oacute;n asegurada sin que el hecho que te pisen sea un problema, o que ya nadie se pise por la ausencia de pie en la especie.&lt;br /&gt;Se aceptan propuestas para mejorar la especie sin pie.&lt;br /&gt;Observaci&amp;oacute;n con impacto en el estilo literario: las notas ya no ir&amp;iacute;an al pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109598755169797169?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109598755169797169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109598755169797169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/09/obsoleto.html' title='Obsoleto'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109551843953138792</id><published>2004-09-18T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Masculino universal</title><content type='html'>Tengo gripe; no s&amp;eacute; si llegar&amp;eacute; vivo al lunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109551843953138792?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109551843953138792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109551843953138792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/09/masculino-universal.html' title='Masculino universal'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109508274745042520</id><published>2004-09-13T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reingeniería de la galletita</title><content type='html'>Ahí la tenés, entre los dedos, untando la manteca, todo bien. Ahí sigue, y comenzás a untar la mermelada de cereza roja o de naranja amarga o de dulcedeleche, y te sentís un maestro, un capo del entramado gastronómico, hasta que repentinamente -inevitablemente con la última untada- la galletita se parte.&lt;br /&gt;Habría que reforzar las galletitas con dos tiras de hierro aletado para la construcción de diámetro 8 milímetros, sujetado con grampas fijadas a la galletita y al subsuelo, con cemento armado reforzado, todo bien alisado, y con agarraderas de plástico de alto impacto laterales.&lt;br /&gt;Ponete el casco y a desayunar !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109508274745042520?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109508274745042520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109508274745042520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/09/reingeniera-de-la-galletita.html' title='Reingenier&amp;iacute;a de la galletita'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109459484935271307</id><published>2004-09-07T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat personal</title><content type='html'>L cnch d t mdr&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109459484935271307?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109459484935271307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109459484935271307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/09/chat-personal.html' title='Chat personal'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109443025005601692</id><published>2004-09-05T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudas existenciales</title><content type='html'>&amp;iquest;a d&amp;oacute;nde se va la luz cuando la apag&amp;aacute;s?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;de d&amp;oacute;nde venimos cuando no salimos?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;hacia d&amp;oacute;nde vamos cuando nos quedamos?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;picado fino o picado grueso?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;ortega o gaset?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;salame o queso?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;mortadela o salame?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;con gas o sin gas?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;batata o membrillo?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;cortado o con crema?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;tinto o blanco?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;vino o cerveza?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109443025005601692?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109443025005601692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109443025005601692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/09/dudas-existenciales.html' title='Dudas existenciales'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109409184019602525</id><published>2004-09-01T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esencial</title><content type='html'>Acomodando la biblioteca y el bardo general de mi estudio, encontr&amp;eacute; un libro esencial:&lt;br /&gt;"Tablas de logaritmos" y por subt&amp;iacute;tulo lleva "A cinco decimales".&lt;br /&gt;Autor: J. Ho&amp;uuml;el - Profesor de Matem&amp;aacute;ticas Puras de la Facultad de Ciencias de Burdeos.&lt;br /&gt;Introducci&amp;oacute;n del Doctor Lauro Alterisio - Profesor de Matem&amp;aacute;tica Financiera de la Escuela Nac. de Comercio N&amp;deg; 3. (sic)&lt;br /&gt;Fijate si lo ten&amp;eacute;s por ah&amp;iacute;. Es esencial, fundamentalmente lo de los cinco decimales. &amp;iquest;Qu&amp;eacute; ser&amp;iacute;a de nosotros con cuatro decimales? eh? Han tomado conciencia del efecto ca&amp;oacute;tico del redondeo al cuarto decimal?&lt;br /&gt;("una mariposa batiendo alas en un extremo del mundo genera un temporal en el otro extremo")&lt;br /&gt;Si hay matem&amp;aacute;ticas puras, &amp;iquest;qu&amp;eacute; ser&amp;aacute;n las matem&amp;aacute;ticas impuras? suena lindo,,, (por ejemplo: dos por tres peco)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109409184019602525?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109409184019602525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109409184019602525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/09/esencial.html' title='Esencial'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109368696815538402</id><published>2004-08-28T06:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabiduría de los ancianos</title><content type='html'>Una vez, en la barra de un bar, a mi lado hab&amp;iacute;a un anciano. Me mir&amp;oacute; y me dijo:&lt;br /&gt;"No s&amp;eacute; si la muerte sea mejor que la vida, pero dura m&amp;aacute;s"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109368696815538402?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109368696815538402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109368696815538402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/sabidura-de-los-ancianos.html' title='Sabidur&amp;iacute;a de los ancianos'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109331268102681894</id><published>2004-08-23T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasía de pefección (oda subsahariana a la irracionalidad científica)</title><content type='html'>La imperfecci&amp;oacute;n, la fantas&amp;iacute;a&lt;br /&gt;lo perfecto, la abogac&amp;iacute;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El c&amp;aacute;lculo y el c&amp;oacute;mputo&lt;br /&gt;los miles y los cientos&lt;br /&gt;el n&amp;uacute;mero, ah&amp;iacute;, tan perfecto&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo, aqu&amp;iacute;, ay! c&amp;oacute;mo lo siento ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo perfecto existe all&amp;iacute;, en tu fantas&amp;iacute;a;&lt;br /&gt;y mientras tanto aqu&amp;iacute;, mi alma, s&amp;oacute;lo pido m&amp;aacute;s poes&amp;iacute;as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La danza, la m&amp;uacute;sica, el vino y la bohemia&lt;br /&gt;todas imperfectas formas de la vida&lt;br /&gt;pero ay! cielito lindo, que ninguna mente nunca invada&lt;br /&gt;este campo m&amp;iacute;o de sinrazones bien amadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, neocorteza, por el c&amp;oacute;mputo y la raz&amp;oacute;n&lt;br /&gt;gracias, neocorteza, por la diferencia y el lenguaje&lt;br /&gt;gracias, neocorteza, por dejarme ver en mi amada&lt;br /&gt;a todas esas cosas que no explican ni esto ni nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109331268102681894?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109331268102681894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109331268102681894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/fantasfica.html' title='Fantas&amp;iacute;a de pefecci&amp;oacute;n (oda subsahariana a la irracionalidad cient&amp;iacute;fica)'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109279344112686112</id><published>2004-08-17T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Compartir</title><content type='html'>Una vez le&amp;iacute;: el matrimonio es una carga tan pesada que hacen falta dos para sostenerla, y a veces, tres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109279344112686112?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109279344112686112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109279344112686112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/compartir.html' title='Compartir'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109268039204516883</id><published>2004-08-16T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Más inutilidad</title><content type='html'>En casa tengo un par de llaves que no abren nada, viejas, in&amp;uacute;tiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109268039204516883?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109268039204516883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109268039204516883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/ms-inutilidad.html' title='M&amp;aacute;s inutilidad'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109257934674959131</id><published>2004-08-15T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.192-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Está solo</title><content type='html'>"The brain has no brain inside to guide it."&lt;br /&gt;W. Ross Ashby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109257934674959131?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109257934674959131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109257934674959131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/est-solo.html' title='Est&amp;aacute; solo'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109242901605471636</id><published>2004-08-13T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gestito de idea</title><content type='html'>Hoy cumple 79 a&amp;ntilde;os Carlitos Bal&amp;aacute;.&lt;br /&gt;S u n g u t r u l e  ! ! ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109242901605471636?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109242901605471636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109242901605471636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/gestito-de-idea.html' title='Gestito de idea'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-10922764371350195</id><published>2004-08-11T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:53.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La música, los músicos y ...</title><content type='html'>Estaba una musical noche junto a RRRRRRRrrrrrrrrabiela (Gabriela). OssssssSSSSSSsval (Osvaldo) y mi mujer, cuando les coment&amp;eacute; esta rareza, y ellos la enriquecieron. Ah&amp;iacute; va:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;b&gt;.. la fruta:&lt;/b&gt; Armando Manzanero, Jos&amp;eacute; Luis Perales, Manzanita, C&amp;eacute;sar Banana Pueyred&amp;oacute;n, M&amp;oacute;nica Naranjo, Almendra, Cacho Casta&amp;ntilde;a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... las flores y los arb&amp;oacute;reos:&lt;/b&gt; Rosario Flores, Rosa Le&amp;oacute;n, Violeta Parra, Pino Marrone, Pancho C&amp;eacute;spedes, Azucena Maizani, Pastoral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... los animales:&lt;/b&gt; Le&amp;oacute;n Giecco, Virus, Siete delfines, Magdalena Le&amp;oacute;n, Gato Barbieri, Mono Villegas, Mono Fontana, Puma Rodr&amp;iacute;guez, Pocho La Pantera, Pescado Rabioso, Camar&amp;oacute;n de la Isla, Los Gatos, Rata Blanca, Ratones Paranoicos, La Mosca, Los Piojos, Daniel Toro, Los Pericos, Paloma San Basilio, M&amp;aacute;quina de hacer p&amp;aacute;jaros, Mono Izarrualde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... los colores:&lt;/b&gt; Pino Marrone, Violeta Parra, Negro Gonzalez, Voces Blancas, Negro Rada, Celeste Carballo, Rosa Le&amp;oacute;n, Enanitos Verdes, Negra Sosa, Rata Blanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... la arquitectura:&lt;/b&gt; Enrique Iglesias, Alberto Castillo, Lolita Torres&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-10922764371350195?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/10922764371350195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/10922764371350195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/la-msicos-y.html' title='La m&amp;uacute;sica, los m&amp;uacute;sicos y ...'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109197370157729084</id><published>2004-08-08T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soñé...</title><content type='html'>En un claro plagio a la &lt;a href="http://conesaboca.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;gente que publica sus sue&amp;ntilde;os&lt;/a&gt;, comparto este sue&amp;ntilde;o:&lt;br /&gt;Primero so&amp;ntilde;&amp;eacute; que mi sobrinoprimo S. se recib&amp;iacute;a, a&amp;uacute;n sin entender porqu&amp;eacute; lo hac&amp;iacute;a, a&amp;uacute;n sin convicci&amp;oacute;n, solamente por romper reglas y terminar algo que comenz&amp;oacute;.&lt;br /&gt;Luego so&amp;ntilde;&amp;eacute; que todos los comments a este post eran para tirarle onda para que se reciba de una puta vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109197370157729084?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109197370157729084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109197370157729084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/so.html' title='So&amp;ntilde;&amp;eacute;...'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109147338254317428</id><published>2004-08-02T16:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:57.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguro que tenés una</title><content type='html'>Casi todos tenemos en casa una lata de pintura viej&amp;iacute;sima, dur&amp;iacute;sima, in&amp;uacute;til.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109147338254317428?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109147338254317428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109147338254317428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/08/seguro-que-tens-una.html' title='Seguro que ten&amp;eacute;s una'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109111427766620592</id><published>2004-07-29T12:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:56.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherente las pelucas</title><content type='html'>Incoherente puede ser algo cuya coherencia puede demostrarse &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;apriori&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, y esto solamente sucede en los sistemas formales como la l&amp;oacute;gica, la matem&amp;aacute;tica, los lenguajes de computaci&amp;oacute;n, etc.&lt;br /&gt;La gente no es incoherente salvo cuando razona deductivamente, y eso pocas veces sucede, y en el caso de las damas, casi nunca.&lt;br /&gt;En general se llama incoherente a quien proclama un valor y vive o act&amp;uacute;a con un valor &lt;i&gt;aparentemente&lt;/i&gt; distinto o contrario al proclamado.&lt;br /&gt;No existen pues los incoherentes, sino los que hablan un valor y viven un antivalor: existen entonces los correctos y los incorrectos, si es que alguien se puede proclamar juez de lo correcto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109111427766620592?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109111427766620592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109111427766620592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/07/incoherente-las-pelucas.html' title='Incoherente las pelucas'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109096851695186521</id><published>2004-07-27T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:56.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistente</title><content type='html'>Cesare Pavese -escritor italiano de mitad de siglo veinte- ten&amp;iacute;a un diario, publicado postmortem titulado "El oficio de vivir", en un claro homenaje editorial a su obra "El oficio de poeta".&lt;br /&gt;Su &amp;uacute;ltima anotaci&amp;oacute;n dec&amp;iacute;a: "Todo esto da asco. Un gesto: basta de palabras, no escribir&amp;eacute; m&amp;aacute;s".&lt;br /&gt;A la semana se suicid&amp;oacute; con barbit&amp;uacute;ricos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109096851695186521?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109096851695186521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109096851695186521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/07/esto-iba-ser-un-comment-en-el-blog-de.html' title='Consistente'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109093041824886209</id><published>2004-07-27T09:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:56.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por ahí ni te gastes</title><content type='html'>La vida no tiene sentido: uno le da sentido a cualquier cosa, porque la naturaleza humanana (l&amp;eacute;ase neocorteza) tienen la &lt;i&gt;habilidad&lt;/i&gt; de dar sentido y orden a la vida, inclusive el significado de "dar sentido" y de "orden".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109093041824886209?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109093041824886209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109093041824886209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/07/por-ah-ni-te-gastes.html' title='Por ah&amp;iacute; ni te gastes'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109084909272141722</id><published>2004-07-26T10:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:56.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me puede</title><content type='html'>Cada vez que escucho la versi&amp;oacute;n &lt;i&gt;live&lt;/i&gt; de "&lt;i&gt;Because I told you so&lt;/i&gt;" de Jonatha Brooke me siento tan vulnerable, tan expuesto, que me da miedo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109084909272141722?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109084909272141722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109084909272141722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/07/me-puede.html' title='Me puede'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051209.post-109061650746633406</id><published>2004-07-23T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:56.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolución de la especie?</title><content type='html'>M&amp;aacute;s de 33.000 (33 mil) ni&amp;ntilde;os muertos de hambre por d&amp;iacute;a -cifra que va en aumento- es el resultado de la notable evoluci&amp;oacute;n de la especie humana. Esto da una cifra varias veces mayor al promedio de muertos durante la segunda guerra mundial (algo m&amp;aacute;s de 7.000 por d&amp;iacute;a, incluido el holocausto).&lt;br /&gt;No hay especie animal que tenga esta virtud de matar a sus cr&amp;iacute;as. La diferencia humana sustancial es el desarrollo de neocorteza, y la alt&amp;iacute;sima capacidad simb&amp;oacute;lica humana que esto conlleva.&lt;br /&gt;Psicoanalistas, educadores, estrategas, en fin, quienes ustedes quieran poner como mejoradores del futuro humano, mejoradores de la educaci&amp;oacute;n de la prole, que en definitiva fabricar&amp;aacute;n el futuro humano: c&amp;oacute;mo hacemos? qu&amp;eacute; hacemos? PARA QU&amp;Eacute; SIRVEN???? EH?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051209-109061650746633406?l=elquintoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109061650746633406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051209/posts/default/109061650746633406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elquintoce.blogspot.com/2004/07/evolucin-de-la-especie.html' title='Evoluci&amp;oacute;n de la especie?'/><author><name>inVictor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876094981462181411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1004/400/blest_sillon_02.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
