Saturday, January 30, 2010

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seventh in the ranking of road traffic deaths

Civil Association "Fight for Life" broadcast during the year 2009 the death toll was 7,885 in Argentina, which means an average of 22 deaths daily and 657 monthly.
While the number is very high, achieved a decrease of 4% compared to 2008.
As for the provinces, the ranking fatal Buenos Aires details is at the top with a total of 2,983 deaths. After Santa Fe is located 648, 548 Cordoba, Mendoza 371, 327 Entre Rios, Misiones to 317, with 266 Salta and Santiago del Estero 263.
Meanwhile, the ninth position is for the Federal Capital (181), which followed Black River (167), Jujuy (160), Chubut (122), Formosa (118), San Luis (103), La Pampa (95), La Rioja (74), Neuquén (68), Santa Cruz (54), and Tierra del Fuego (24). Salta
ranks seventh in traffic fatalities, according to statistics the year 2009. This year 2,010 only a month and there are 11 fatalities.

traffic accidents cause irreparable damage!

Source: Time Salta Salta the Daily Tribune-FM Professional

Monday, January 25, 2010

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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

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Saturday, January 16, 2010

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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

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que podría haber sido un relato de ficción se convirtió en una realidad.
Carece de importancia perderse en el absurdo de todos los comienzos que al fin y al cabo solo disipan la actualidad de este presente. Hoy la humanidad esta enferma. Toda la humanidad está enferma.

Lo que alguno denominaron una preocupante extensión de lo patológico y otros una igualmente preocupante patologización de lo viviente hoy es un hecho que ha modificado totalmente nuestra calificación del vivir. Vivimos en un estado de continua muerte potencial; vivir es ceder poco a poco la vida.
Parecería fútil toda resistencia al natural devenir de lo viviente; pero lo preocupante no es la certeza de la mortalidad sino la fragilidad ontológica imposed on us by this chronic malfunction, this perpetual risk of worsening.
not have the reader with a set idea of \u200b\u200bwhat is imposed as an experience but we say the danger and suspicion that grips us when we come to greet someone three feet away, when special occasions carried by a nostalgic gesture of closeness we shake hands without gloves or give a kiss without a mask. Fortunately

suspicion about others and ourselves is even more widespread diseases, and the cares of the irresponsible attitudes, because we have to admit, if there is a link on the disease holds as the last bastion as a reservoir for pathogens and incubation medium, it is our own desire. It's about our overwhelming desire to end all of giving prophylactic measures, is disjointed because of the desire that the most (seemingly) trivial methodological transgressions and prophylactic end up sabotaging the splendid plans World Health Organization to preserve and enhance our welfare. It is this stubborn desire to contact the principal risk of health threat from the last century until today.
For this reason the Organization of World Public Opinion with expressed his relief and joy, congratulating and unconditional support to the renewed scientific efforts that led to the discovery and development of a new disease: the irresponsibility health. Here
paper technical reports World Health Organization of 2018:

" health irresponsibility is a behavioral disorder characterized by total or partial inability to avoid exposure to desire to conduct potentially dangerous to one's health or other citizens. By the degree of risk of extending this disease should be considered a global pandemic, being the person carrying the host and the substance significant (material or symbolic, intimate or interpersonal) vector of contagion. "

We are ready for the final struggle against this scourge. There are only tiny antisocial groups that resist treatment, the African continent for the most part, and marginal in all countries has never been able to shed their unfavorable genetic load progress, the corruption of rulers and little solidarity from the rest of mankind have done the rest by the perpetuation of their misery. Shake hands without gloves, no special clothes hug, kiss without mask, (even in the mouth, even before an effective disease screening), fuck often without prophylactic have children through "natural" part of the animals themselves.
should not delay a moment longer. The slightest doubt and inconsistency, the smallest failure of our agreement may result in a very effective procedure with limited scope.

We must act now.
all know who are the main foci of infection.



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owed it to myself, (do not know if the readers too), a small review of what it means, it looks across for me.

conceived this blog as a small toolbox. For a break from my writing "serious" I mean he did not intend to make a simple statement of my writing but to use the act of writing and exposing the writing to think.
important thing in this blog is the process of writing and thinking, and not (much) the outcome of this process.
I take the license, then, almost immediately publish what I write, uncorrected. And I corrected as I read and I read from the outside. I want to break this writer's fear of not being consistent and correct.


Perhaps, I think now, would have been better not write this. Do not break the magic of the event and want to restore consistency, a new level of what has been said and published under my name. Not wanting to restore the unity, or at least the dialectic of two opposites (my self and my desire) as opposed to the multiple scattering of my texts.

But I console myself that this task would have been equally doomed. That the image of myself, my name, the power of words to designate a coherence time ago that my sense of novelty choking. That, finally, the failure of that other work just to ensure the success of think that. That is, just think.

And there wanted to meet (because, and here I am not mistaken, still looking for something from me), looking from the outside, looking across at me and be sucked indefinitely by the otherness that is no return or final point of arrival but an infinite bounce function.

that chance to let the theater again and perversion produce the trance, the trance of thinking, ie thinking that.

the other side.


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Monday, January 11, 2010

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psychonautical Floripondio: Thinking















Last episode of my first experience with 'trumpets (Brugmansia arborea)
Here is the first chapter
the second here and here
third



Between 8 am and 5 or 6 pm.


MI CASA. PEOPLE. LIFE


I arrive home. Seeking
. Seeking the key he had hidden in the earth.
Earth, much land. Seek, look, look, I find.
Abro.
sleep


Court

I wake up.
What a night! If they are all still here. All my friends. A lot in my living room. Talking, laughing.
I want to go shower.
hear everyone talking. Shower and I start to wonder "that make everyone here?"
I look to the living from the bathroom and ... there was nobody.
"Oh, the datura. I am still in place. I could not remember.


Court

I still showering, the shower faucet starts to be my friend Emi, speaking here and in the living room. Two Emis.
His face away from the tap and begin to rebuild on the towel hanging on the wall (the towel is her hair) I keep talking or listening, is he who speaks.
all speak in the living room, I look and there is none.
"Oh, the floripondio! Semi

court


I look in the mirror.
I have something in your eyes. Like a multicolored chandelier. I realize that everything is full of those colorful spider. The bed, table, furniture.
try get it out of the eye. Could be because they are like floating on the surface of the pupil. I try but I play the pupil and I hurt. Attempt.
Intent.
Two, three hours (really).

also in the other eye I have!
(Note of clarification: In reality, the multi-colored spider was the gleam of light that looked too big for my pupils dilating giant of atropine. This I did not know)

I go to the hospital to take out these bugs me eyes.

I (really) to the hospital. I'll watch and wait in the waiting room. There is a police officer but not I am concerned. I really did not relate the spider with datura.
comes a doctor, you say I have crabs (lice) in the tabs.
I see a light. He tells me I have nothing. I ask if unsure. I say yes. I do not believe.

I leave the hospital. End







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Gradually I was leaving the buzz. The latest idea of \u200b\u200bthe spider was what is commonly known in psychiatry a "delusion." I was not hallucinating but performing "deliriously" a real physical stimulus. I had the effect
mydriasis (abnormal dilation of pupils, abnormal if you do not take datura, of course) until the other day and gradually went back to my normal.
Marijuana does not put me up to 72 hours of ingestion of datura and can be used to signal the end of the buzz.
am grateful to have had the experience, in both senses: that is over and they experience and know. The floripondio not teach me anything about me, my emotions or thoughts. I simply showed that there are infinite-n - dimensions superimposed upon each other. And we do not live in one but made up a lot of effort with little success. The

floripondio taught me that is the key to the infinite overlapping universes.



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Thursday, January 7, 2010

Can Scabies Kill You?



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"Think,
or comfort or happy. Think
trailing languidly as a perversion, thinking
application is repeated on a theater thinking is lacking
blow out of the dice shaker. And when the chance, the theater and perversion
resonate when fate wants
between the three has this resonance, then thought
a
trance, and then it's worth thinking about. "




Michel Foucault.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

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finale psychonautical Floripondio Papaver somniferum III
















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continues the story of my first experience with Brugmansia tree (Floripondio).
I consumed 12 flowers, about 4 doses.
I refer the reader to the first two chapters to better understand history.
This part of the experience is half the actual hallucinogenic effect. Between 4 and 10 am. Moment where I have very few memories and appear highly fragmented.

is to clarify that I was walking in the City University of Cordoba (Argentina) and in the morning I went to the building of the University of Technology.
Titles "Court" indicates a memory failure.




University. School. El Tiempo.


I (really) in college, in a classroom.
Sitting at a desk. Enter a teacher and says "get a leaf." I look to my right and someone gives me a role, I look to my left and someone gives me a pen.
The professor begins to dictate the questions. I look at the role and I realize I can not write anything. I get up and leave the classroom.
I'm walking down the hallway of the university, it's Saturday and there are people.
a girl approached me, asking me if I have 20 cents for a phone call, I reach into his pocket and pulled out a small handful of coins, the yellow is so strong that the reflection baffles me. I say "elegilas you, I can not see," he chose some of my hand and left.


Court

feel that someone has stolen my jacket (jacket), (not true in reality). I look, I see a couple of guys, that must be catch up (really) and say if he has my jacket. I say no, do not believe him. Looking across the university.
I lose, is a maze, 4 identical blocks, 4 yards, corridors, all alike, all different, NEVER the same place.
is a journey into this mysterious building, but then I found other places time, my high school, elementary school.
always the same structure, NEVER the same event that moves and slips me at the time. Event elusive. So indefinite that he asked me where is the certainty of his existence in that plane of the millions of fragments of this broken world I look for when there are no points but a seasonal or pure becoming breaks playing with the geometry of my memory.

situations, memories, anecdotes. A hour trip is time.


Court

I'm wanting out of this building. I can not find the exit.
Patios. Playground between the hours of Mathematics and Language. School grounds. Time and space intermingle their planes.
This time with that space, once more a memory, an image very limited, as being a small tile facing the corner of my living room at 5 years. A space that is my house in the yard in the yard of another time with other people, which merges with myself in a confusing time that I refer to an indeterminate space at a point in time is fragmented and displays another universe within himself.

and I want out of this building transtemporal, transespacial this maze, this transpersonal me.

find the garage (the garage). That must be my friends waiting in the car. There are
. I approach the car.
not move, they look like statues, solid, absolutely still. I tell them "give no fuck that I want to go." I try to open the door is closed. Latch down. The
again look .- "Ehh! Boys! "Statues motionless. Not even breathe.
look up.
insisting I look back and .... there was no one in the car. Had disappeared.



Court Seeking
out of this university.
I'm in the car park.
I see a policeman approached me.
I say-"Excuse me, could you tell me how to get out from here? I can not find the exit "
He answers:" I do not know, but you can ask him, he does know "When I turn to ask another police see it was just a poster made of an iron stick with a rubber car as base. I'm surprised and I turn to the police without understanding the stupid joke. When I was just like another stick to his companion.


Court



SEARCH


I made it out. It's daylight, tomorrow I guess. Seeking
something. Way through a vacant lot in Ciudad Universitaria.
Dogs, packs. A white bulldog is the leader. Fascinating. I follow. I'm dog looking and smelling food, females, plain. Odor.
This takes place in thousands of years. Thousands of years passed. Million centuries.
remote times of a pack of dogs looking on plains and forests, permeating his nostrils with the smell of grass, to females.
Hunt.

Court

We (the pack) to a soccer field (really). It played many games here. I see the plays. Thousands of plays. I feel many players, their fatigue, the sound of boots on the floor of hard earth and stones. Arcos and-goal.


Court

A blue stain. Beautiful. Navy. With a white stalk.
A fungus incredible. I've found.
here. In the middle of a field, in the undergrowth.
must be a wonder drug.
I watch fascinated. I remember where. How to find it again.


Court

I am facing a window. Of a house. (Real)
I want a croissant, a bill, there are rich.
Someone from the house looks and asks me what I want. "A crescent
please," I say.
"We do not have croissants," says the man who had appeared among stunned and defensive-aggressive
"Okay, go to where they have and bring me a crescent- I say, thinking I was making a joke. (Because obviously the croissants would be back there, where they, and not in the window where I spoke this man.)
Perhaps the face of the lord or for another reason that I did not have croissants. Maybe it was just a normal house, no croissants.


Court



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