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Qualification

On September 19, 2006 I started writing this blog, as it has been awhile and I have no intention of closing the paraeta, I decided to develop an entry mode. I do not know at this point in the film which will review the few readers of my person-9T scares me, but since I do not like costume parties I will dwell at ease without having to fill out the information about the profile - why ? -.

1. male, thirty-seven years straight. Natural Valencia, where I live. Single, and today with no obligation, a matter that I do not care either less or more.

2. studied mathematics though I work in finance (we leave the details), something I am particularly proud and brings me great income, but at least leave me enough free time to devote to what I like: reading, watching movies and listening to music (the fair sex, when I have occasion).

3. political affiliation. Liberal. As a term "and controversial" I'm going to be more precise: liberal in the sense given by authors such as K. Popper and F. Hayek (and moderately Ayn Rand). I am among those who have done the hard way ", I must say, from a more or less furious left, a rationalist liberalism. The result of that is true that I still Jacobinism. I'm a Republican, not a believer and I have voted twice in my life: the first nineteen years with the United Left, the last general elections in the PP. To this day I do not feel proud or one or the other, obviously for different reasons. Naturally, I'm not nationalist.

4. cinematic tastes. Anything that has meaning and a minimally developed plot. Although I can summarize my passions with four names: John Ford, John Huston, Stanley Kubrick and Vertigo (film latter that has disturbed me permanently since I saw many years ago). I do not like Woody Allen and Almodovar, I have a phobia incomprehensible to Julie Andrews, and I've never been able to see the whole "What a Wonderful Life" (I've tried four times, I was in the last twenty minutes to go, I have not managed to go from there but it's a personal challenge). Favorite actresses: Audrey Hepburn, Ingrid Berman, Kim Novak, and (yes, Marce yes), Monica Belluchi (although I do not remember a single movie of the latter). Favorite actors: De Niro, Cary Grant and John Wayne (also, Marce, too).

5. musical tastes. At my age one and only likes the big book: Neil Young, some Joplin, some Hendrix, the Rolling (Beatles go home!), Springsteen ... jazz (yes jazz, what happens) John Coltrane, Miles Davis ... Schubert and Mozart. As rock and pop of the eighties and early nineties, I keep it to myself, are groups and issues related to personal memories, good and bad, and I will not show them to public ridicule, it ended with Nirvana and Pearl Jam, a From there I continued the music, I'll take the memories.

6. literary tastes. Anyway, here it is better not say anything, I can read to the mailbox advertising brochures. With the books I have the same problem as Imelda Marcos with shoes. This does not mean anything, just that I enjoy reading, period. Yes, I have some Outstanding accounts: I do not like Proust and a natural feel to any author prevention is alive, which did not mean anything, are personal hobbies. Have any names? Tolstoy, for example (yes, QRM, yes), not more so. "The twentieth century? Navokov, Borges ... and I'll shut up now. Always argue and defend literary genres and subgenres, any color and condition. I also read essays and stories, all you can unravel this nonsense twentieth century, which will to posterity as the century of totalitarianism and genocide.

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7. enough, if I have disappointed anyone, sorry. I really do not know the image you are my posts on this or other blogs, and is not particularly worry me, but it was time to clarify things. As 9T, because I do not know what to say, I have ever discussed why they keep. Personally I think it's a crappy blog, sorry for the outburst, but it is hard to read after a couple of days, anyway I will not delete any entries, even though I've been tempted, it is a way of purging my pride, you deserve it Fermat.

I and, if someone asks what I'm doing writing this on a Saturday at night, well ... I think it's obvious: I screwed up the plan. So we end up and read something or see a movie, or maybe I'll go straight to bed. The next entry, on Sunday or Monday, will focus on charity and Ramon Mercader, two unique characters, if someone is interested, can read, and if not, there are other things better, obviously. As this is not a common entrance no party will end with the meteorological and the postscript.

Well, that, that's it for today.

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Ethan Jules and Philip

Jules is married, has a very peaceful family life, smokes a pipe, like good food and drink moderately, and maybe a few pounds leftover. Jules is patient, tough, likes to sniff, observe, perhaps because he works in the criminal police for a lot of time. A case for him as a good stew prepared by his wife, waiting patiently for the moment, the right doneness, neither more nor less, is at the time when it is ready for resolution and their apparent passivity becomes relentless determination. Maybe for It exasperated his colleagues with his patience, some say, for a case that does nothing but pipe smoking and drinking beer (or calvados). But he notes, always alert, details, circumstances, but mostly observe people, try to put in place, think what they think, try to understand the motivations for their actions, in fact, quite often, the criminal has seen him as a confessor, even someone who could understand and perhaps you understand the reasons for his crime. But Jules hates evil, evil, deliberate, free, in that is inflexible, and therefore, in each case that is presented is intended to reach the final, reaching the ultimate motivations, to what makes possible, perhaps ending with the patience of all but his. They say they know to weigh in for good measure human weaknesses, I agree, he also has, although most of the time often end in quiet states of drunken stupor or gastronomic. A true hound, always ready to sniff the dam, even if it means spending hours sitting on the terrace of a cafe, drinking beer, or enjoy dishes made of the place, always work, of course.

Philip works alone and lives alone, just play chess. You only have one good suit and a bottle of whiskey in his desk drawer, and a handful memories, more bad than good-kept haphazardly everywhere. Yet, Phil is a man of honor, whatever that means in the environments which often move: sordid seedy slums and luxurious mansions of Los Angeles, both places where the abject is transformed with tinsel good girl drunk or stained clothes. Yes, Phil has values, it is true that they are their own, also has a long list of outstanding bills, mostly to himself, perhaps because it does not care too much for money, although it is usually required to pay rent his office. Phil is tall and strongly built, smoke and sometimes drink too. Works in an office de Hollywod Boulevard, no tiene secretaria, no tiene contestador, tiene una mesa, un par de sillas, un teléfono, un fichero y una percha, y su nombre está garbado en una puerta de cristal esmerilado. A veces se pasa el día entero sentado en su mesa reproduciendo partidas de ajedrez, a veces se pasa el día vagando por las calles. Por las noches llega a su casa, igual de escueta que su oficina, a veces bebe una copa, a veces lee algo de Proust o Stendal, pero la mayoría de las veces se acuesta cansado en una cama arrugada que no ha tenido tiempo de hacer. A Phil le gustan las mujeres, pero sale con muy pocas, a demás en no pocas veces se ha enamorado de la mujer equivocada, algunas de ellas están en chirona y tuvo que ser él who deal with the matter, but Phil is an honest guy, do not mix love with work, so they may be alone. Phil also has friends, a few, some of them have lied, some of them betrayed him, Phil is not very spiteful, but he can remember. Phil always comes to the end of the cases that deal, pursues the truth, because, because you know what to do, despite often being alone in the search, that nobody cares except him, and that at times has been some unpleasant surprises may therefore not have too many clients, but always end up looking.

And I, who do I stay? "Jules Maigret and Philip Marlowe? Difficult choice, at least for me. But since I have to get wet, I will decide and how the old Parisian commissioner will not be angry too, I'll Marlowe is the one most like me, do not know whether fortunately or unfortunately. In others, would kill even be able to write some of the dialogue-carved in granite, with whom Raymond Chandler sculpts his stories:

- Have you drunk?

-only Chanel No. 5, kisses, glitter off beautiful legs and mocking invitation dark blue eyes. Things like the innocent.

Chandler, The Little Sister.

Valencia, Monday 26 March. It seems that bad weather again. These are the throes of winter, dying. Pirx seems to have gone completely mad, has gone off to Las Vegas going to end badly. Above I have stolen money and a couple of books.

PD

Mr. Black spoke (or bark) to an audience of shareholders complacent. Maybe things are not quite right, or effects of old age? Assignment: reread King Lear. Illustrative.

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A cold, gray Paris, a Paris in black and white, late fifties. Jeanne walks away, oblivious to everything around him. Not directed to any site, just walk. Everything has gone wrong, does not understand what happened, saw his car, someone was at his side, a woman. Maybe something happened to you, perhaps you have left, you may be dead. No one knows, understands nothing, saw his car. Did not attend the appointment. They had it all planned, he would kill her husband, according to the instructions, would be in the cafe, she would be waiting, but he did not attend. And she saw his car, and a woman sitting next to him. Jeanne walks, trying to understand, not knowing what to do, not knowing where to go, all is lost, he did not attend the appointment. It is cold, everything is gray. She walks, rides ...

is night, at dawn. In the recording studio environment is relaxed, the building is nearly empty. Is Louis, is Jeanne, are some-few-musicians, and is Miles. Louis is passing the film tape on the fly someone improvise something, some notes. Jeanne gets a few drinks, wearing a white shirt, there is little light. Miles still has not touched nothing, look at the tape, go to Jeanne, seen walking, clad in a black coat. Go away and sad woman walking the streets of Paris in black and white images that follow. Louis told the story, a history of crimes, fatal accidents, the hazards stupid ... something. But see Jeanne Miles walk, sees his face, his step erratic, his broken heart. Miles takes the trumpet to his lips. Seven notes. After nine others. A sentence. Nobody says anything, nobody moves. Miles has it. Miles closes his eyes, his cheeks fill with air, looks down and begins to reel and spin the phrase that has split the night in two. Jeanne walks, and the notes of the trumpet of Miles attached. No longer exists, but Jeanne and Miles.

was the first film Luois Malle. "Ascenseur pour l'scaffold" Elevator to the gallows. A film noir starring Jeanne Moreau. Miles Davis was touring Europe and Louis Malle he proposed to make the band sound, Miles agreed, was the first one did. It was recorded almost in one sitting, in one night, with improvisations of Miles on the images of the film. Beauty alone is a painful, almost unbearable. I saw the film long after knowing the music, and motivated only by the soundtrack. I have no regrets. I do not get forget those empty eyes of Jeanne while wandering around Paris. Neither the ultimate expression of his face to say goodbye to the passion that consumes you and keeps you alive, in the developing of a photo.

Valencia, Thursday 22 March. Winter raider strikes us mercilessly when it should. Her days are numbered. All PD

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Jeanne and Miles Kane's mistake (and Herrmann 4)

"And there was Kane, proudly, at the top, touching the sky which he himself forged. I also met Kane, no matter who I am, I can not answer your question, no one would have to be Kane himself for it. I was there that day in the theater. I should have seen, Kane, we all wanted to see, no matter what he said, applauded anything. I remember like it was yesterday, him on stage, confident, knowing winner, dragging everyone into a frenzy of irrational optimism that if there was not a reflection of his own desire, because that was Kane, ambition, anxiety, do not ask me why, maybe that answers your question, perhaps looking for that ... how do you say? ... Ah, yes, Rosebud.

"I remember there was a huge portrait of Kane with his name behind him on stage, none of these seemed excessive, in contrast, was the picture of the arrogance of Kane, and that was precisely what we wanted. Kane wanted to, we needed to Kane. There were all: those who saw in him everything that we could never reach, who saw in it the measure of our frustrations ... and there he was, doing everything possible rescuing all of our dull existences, making players feel, what? Now I know that it was his desire, a desire never satisfied, actors were required for the tragedy of his life, a tragedy that he insisted on writing, directing, starring ... so was Kane, and thus succumbed. Nobody could believe what was found the next day, and yet ended up being an ending as predictable as Kane himself. Could have prevented, perhaps, but this should have been someone else. So I decided to go ahead, knowing that it would crash like a child clinging to a toy that you know is not yours, yes, that is, as a child. You know, I think Kane was all his life that a child, someone who has not yet learned to resign. Business, politics, people also, we all had toys in the hands of Kane, ended toys that do not meet, which broke when he did not like. Do not think any came to fill at all, at least none with whom he played more. "Rosebud? I do not know, what can be, I regret not helping. By the way, how do you know Kane said that when they die? ... Hey! I have not answered, where do you go? "

Power has its toll, and the error of Kane was perhaps not want to pay them all. Unable to wield power - real power-and at the same time be the object of focus. Can not be the lead actor and move the wires yourself. If you are in the front row, they tell you you have to do, and if you say what needs to be done, should not be seen, otherwise one is just carrying clubs that they may correspond to another. Of course, Kane was a kid, someone who got rid of his first toy, which looked at everything that undertook the fulfillment of a childhood that, despite everything, always eventually fade, and that at best is enclosed in a crystal ball, something that we can grasp in a last moment. Other, more prosaic, and no less manipulative, know the background to fill a need to know if what you want is power.

Envisioning again the scene of the rally, I was struck both times it appears Joseph Cotten. In the first, his face serious, perhaps glimpse the danger and the extent of the ambition of someone like Kane. In the second, the expression of concern has been cleared and appears possessed by the unthinking enthusiasm invades the present, a moment of clarity that is lost. The important thing is not having it, if not retain it.

Valencia, Tuesday 20 March. As I emerge from a well after several days of giddiness, and with a hangover more or less real, more or less fictional. The wind has erased everything, leaving the city, and myself as before, or almost. PD

What is left? Ghosts of wars past and present. And without them what would they be? Nothing, and they know it.

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It Was a pleasure to burn (Herrmann 3)

"Why Clarise and not Linda? At the end of the day are so similar, physically, of course. Clarisse maybe because I see every day the monorail to go home, do the same route, perhaps because he looks at me without saying anything, me, a fireman, maybe because its eyes reveal something else that I see in the placid faces of the people with whom I share the car. Linda reminds me so much, and yet so different ... my wife Linda, of course I'm not tempted to leave, how could someone make me antisocial and despicable, at others, I want to Linda, and she loves me to me, so we're married. We see every day on television-mural together, we take pills when we got bored, and we have friends visiting, and I think I will move up ... we are happy, yes. But I can not stop looking at Clarise every day, yes it is called, now has me said. I was accosted on the way home, I asked things, strange things can that dangerous, I think. Yet I have been curious, I said why burn books, as if it were not obvious. Clarise live in my own community, in an old house that have not yet torn down and replaced by a new and prevention covers. Linda sleep, I took pills to red, or green, I know, it can take too. Like when you shine your eyes and kiss me, although lately he spends too much time watching television-mural, but you must take a pill, which I do not know. Authorities say they are harmless, we should not stop taking them if we get bored, I guess right. If I ascend may buy a new TV-mural bigger like she ... "

I've said many times, reading is not live, but perhaps what is closest to life . It is tempting to opt for the "conscientious objection", I'm indecisive: a cabin in the Finnish Lapland, or some lost island in Micronesia. About what it would take me over, better not to opt for the famous "three books you would take to a desert island" I prefer an Internet connection and order it straight until the credit card all you can give whether (or to say, I gladly share with a Lappish hut or some Micronesian, even if you do not speak English or English, moreover, would almost be more fun that way, so I'm not antisocial). A brave new world without books, terrible, but possible.

All utopias end badly, just being dystopias, nightmares that lay behind the social peace and happiness impostada, freedom curtailed. Peace and freedom, happiness and spontaneity, day care for people who do not need to worry about anything, what all this sounds familiar. Me on your mind a work long overdue: a review detailed in all utopias and dystopias that have been proposed in philosophy, literature and cinema, from Plato to the present day: Plato, More, Campanella, Bacon, utopian socialists, Marx, Mao, Pol Pot, and also Huxley, Orwell, Ayn Rand, Junger ... Metropolis, Fahrenheit 451, Logan's Run , finally I do not know. It's funny, a fly pen, the authors who have denounced the Anglo-Saxons are often utopian dreams, there must be. I do not know, maybe it does, I guess to save a hard drive, if I get the point that it can even instruct Fermat, or pirx, although the latter can go either way.

Truffaut's Fahrenheit 451 is perhaps not a great film, nor is an extraordinary novel by Bradbury, but puts the nail on the head: how little it costs to be happy if you close your eyes and makes it you say, do not get into trouble, do not read and avoids watching television or taking psychotropic drugs to forget. But I like it for several things, all marginal, aesthetics, atmosphere, music, and especially, ESPECIALLY, Julie Chistie, even playing the role of Linda loggerhead dazzles me. By the way, what book to memory so they will not forget? Perhaps the Red Book of Mao, is brief, easy, stupid and I do not disturbs me to recite, and you know, for what not to stumble twice ...

Note: I started a small series of films, all films have a common link indicated in the title (Hermann). Come for the movie buff's easy!

Valencia, Saturday March 17. How to explain ... something halfway between the Rio carnival and Beirut during the civil war, a quagmire from which escape is impossible, and I live almost at ground zero ... one is not going to have excesses age. PD

Today's Not War in Madrid. The revolution summarized in a banner and a pan. And they were so pleased with their ghosts, their slogans, their miseries and their dead selective and selected. Revolution weekend, what else can ask.

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Cab (Herrmann 2)

"Yes, of course I remember. Travis, it was called, the type of night shift. Barely spoke to anyone, so do not ask me how he was involved in everything. He chose to do the night shift, I think for insomnia. Listen friend, I did for a while, and do not know what you may see, particularly if you dare to travel on certain streets, Travis did not know why he liked to travel on dangerous sites, liked looking at things in a journal aimed not know, I said he barely knew him, to penalties knew him. Travis was one more, no one knew that walked put the trouble ... you know what the weapons, the girl that the newspapers say is a minor, probably knew her during the night shift. "

Travis

Nobody knew who he was. A fool, a sociopath, a wreck unable to function in society, is a misfit? I hole in the apartment he used as a miserable room, dirty and barely furnished. His neighbors knew him not, but that's normal, is a dilapidated apartment building where no one knows, is the last thing they want, a place full of sordid holes where disappear, others, perhaps yourself. Yes, he was in Vietnam, so what? Does that explain everything? No, of course not. He spent hours locked in his apartment, occasionally going to the movies X in the corner, watching life go by, oblivious to it, barely touching him, as if there were.

The taxi was different. Circulating aimlessly in problem neighborhoods, streets full of prostitutes, pimps and tricks, seeing the filth and scum of society, feeding their particular paranoia against the world, pointing to that society of which he was unable to take part. Every night fell willingly into hell, watched from inside his taxi a few blocks of doom, and seeking to justify an exclusion that was incapable of understanding, taking refuge in the stench, excusing and a shattered dream, a stupid dream, dream a vulgar and mediocrity.

They wanted to erect the avenger, avenger "who, what? He met this girl at the election office, worked for the senator. He refused. He wanted to redeem himself through the madness, stop whatever he stubbornly refused, revenge of all, of itself, its misery of life, from his own stupidity. Wanted to be a hero, get attention, make him pay for all, what? When one strives to be a hero, even a hero of his own misery, just getting it. That had to be a prostitute, Iris. Unable to undertake the great revenge himself with the closest, with Iris's pimp. Now is a hero, maybe it's what I was looking for, be admitted again, look for a small corner of mediocrity, a fleeting and ephemeral reputation it no longer remembers. Sometimes I wonder what Travis calls our attention, maybe some time we have all been Travis.

Are you talking to me?

Valencia Tuesday 13 March. Timid sudden winter day was to account

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Judy (Herrmann 1)

What would have happened if Judy does not had stayed? If after completing a brief case had been long without a trace? Anyone in his place would have. Accomplice to a murder about to be discovered, was the most sensible option.

Fill the bag, Judy, go fast, runs away, take the first bus or train to anywhere, do not look back. I wonder why you did it? For money? No, of course not. You may initially attract the money, but then could not get out, is not it? Are you threatened? I guess once in the possibility of revealing your complicity in the crime should be sufficient but actually it was him, right? It allows you to continue playing the role ... for him. Because you knew that deep down he was not cheating, because you loved him ... you, or the ghost who tries to give life is it Judy? So consented to continue playing ... yes, I know, I should not talk about the game, does it?

know what I was looking for a dream, just like you. Seeks to end it when she fell into the void ... and now you see, is not so easy. I saw a while ago, I followed up your apartment and invited you out, and you do not know has seen you, Judy, has seen her, Madeleine, that ghost that haunts you both laughing at you, who runs his hand over his face and compressing your nights in atrocious nightmares. Go Judy What are you thinking of staying? What? Poor Judy, you never know love, not seeking if not what has been lost, what ever possessed. No, not you Judy, you know. Also know that she is ... she, Madeleine, a shadow, who always stands between them. Try to change you, you will be the stuff of which he forged the object of his desire, will disappear, and notebooks over, when I get to shape Madelein again destroy you because their presence was intolerable, because desires do not support its implementation because Madeleine is not just a desire not to be ever reached, so loved her, so he was halfway up the stairs when he died.

Break this letter you are writing, put your stuff in the suitcase and runs away with torturing let him remember, and take you to yours. Bring Madeleine also those days you passed together, take their desire attached to the skin, and the certainty that it will be and all that you one in the distance, a ghost, a shadow, nobody.

Márchate Judy, leave off.

Valencia, Sunday 11 March. Definitely the winter was over, short, distant now.

PD's laureate Portuguese writer points to the cordon sanitaire. That asepsis yours, Cuban medicine, so famous.

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"extreme Right" lost his head Roberpierre

is comforting to know where you are registered to one. Known classification, labeling, box, conveniently packaged and ready for consumption. Fast food ideological, intellectual quick release. This works in politics more between those whose content, which is nothing but a slurry suitable for every fool, without chewing.

I thought was a liberal but it is not. I find that I belong to a strange lodge or mafia, who treacherously pulling the strings of the opposition and threatening to spread like tar spot (do not let me say tar) by the English democratic and progressive society. Turns out I'm an outcast, an enemy of democratic values, a dangerous fanatic, a stubborn and little is left to eat you accuse me of children. I say that I belong to something whose mere utterance occurs terror, "the extreme right", no less. Naive I wonder what is it?

Who came up with the fantastic idea? "It came in a marketing brainstorm election? Was it the product of a comprehensive market analysis of voters? Is it developed thanks to the most refined techniques of construction trends? I'm afraid not. No, we are not seeing anything new, quite the contrary. We are faced with something old and stale, something we've known for a long time, something stale and outdated, but it can work in some wilderness of ignorance and sectarianism. It has different names, but for a time was called agitprop.

extreme right and extreme right-wing not because we all know what the extreme right. Invent a neologism is to invent a new category, and sometimes not worry if you want for your content or reality, just roll the rhetoric, that something is. Any minimally informed, know that talking about extreme right in Spain is talking about something very minor witness or in any case: arms raised, blue shirts, nostalgia Franco ... certainly are very little, not neo-Nazi and xenophobic groups, cornered in the marginality and football stadiums. The far right in Spain, has a negligible impact on public life, despite the evil that some one left delirious and paranoid you feel surrounded by Fascists wherever you look up. Another case in Europe where in some countries has been consolidated as a meaningful political choice. It is ridiculous therefore accuse a vast segment of the English society of "extreme right." But all is not lost for the supporters of progressive ideology, simply reverse the terms, since there are no extreme right, we took the extreme right sleeve. And once coined the term, agitprop basic rules dictate that it must be repeated until nausea, until the end of getting through.

extreme right: it's like the extreme right but less droll. Equally dangerous, since it refers to the same terms, but perfectly recognizable in a wide sector of the electorate, they say. It is a new phenomenon, so it can not cease to exist, regardless of whether or not some content. And it's a disaster in which box to put anything that might call into question the liberal mush. Liberals, Conservatives, Democrats, Socialists sorry ... whatever. In short: the enemy.

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What then is the extreme right? The extreme right is nothing. It is a bugbear, the result of a reduction simplistic and childish. It is an imaginary monster, a repository of all the evils which reinforce sectarian cohesion, and frighten the lukewarm way. It is a powerful idea whose power lies precisely in its vagueness, pure smoke, with absurd rhetoric to calm consciences and vacuous chewing words filled arguments.

extreme Right, nothing. And so the same thing.

Valencia March 7. Apocalyptic air, leaving swift passing clouds a fleeting memory of ephemeral drops.

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Yesterday I changed the look of this blog, once again, I doubt that my few readers will care the least, by the way, how many? In light of the comments do not think they are more than six or seven, and most of them from time to time, and this is the way, why do I write?

might say, "Well, I write for me to chase my ghosts to kill the boredom ... "Yes I could tell, but I do not need a blog, or publish it anywhere, just spit my likes and dislikes on the laptop and save, or delete, as I will, however, grabbed me this blog so disconcerting-to me, anyway. In this blog, and another, some scoundrel, I write under a false name, fictitious identity that conceals another assumed identity. It has been two months in which Fermat Fermat's the good, no signs of life, more than enough time to close the paraeta, absenteeism, two months in which my particular Moriarty has lavished a great time at the other blog, a wall away, Sherlock yet still alive.

But I have not answered the question I just did, if only rhetorically, why keep a blog? A blog, which incidentally, is not about nothing in particular, and therefore has an interest in indicating precisely the number of comments (it would be sad to incorporate a visitor counter, so do not). 9 Thermidor emerged by chance, Lucretius Blog orphans in LD, some of us seek life: Status Civitatis, in the first place, created by QRM, and 9T, which gave way almost clandestine way I was a blog strictly political at first, and after my joining Status, became a personal blog. I have to say a few words about status, I regret the task that I did to QRM, during these two months of unjustified absence he has had to deal only with Status, I hope that I apologize. Earlier this year, Fermat disappeared. Kidnapped, hidden in a hole and gagged. Had to purge their sins, and come down to Malebolge circles beyond, you deserve Fermat, for pedantic and stuffy. But someone had to struggle with my spasms grafomaníacos-not be called otherwise I write, "even if sometimes delusional way. I hear you typing, just a wall separates us, was a kind of golem created to withstand the winter nights, has now taken on a life of its own, and has become unmanageable, but I think more publicity, but it has garnered critical acclaim and lean groups that Fermat could not be otherwise.

And I still do not respond, why keep a blog? (Or two). A blog absurd, barely readers, and with a very limited interest, thank you sincerely, barely know them, those who take the trouble to read something (QRM, Marce, nux, the locksmith, jesus sanz rioja, and some clueless I think that I have no record of anyone else), soil be a disaster as far as return visits are concerned, I'm sorry. What then? Need to give personal testimony of the dismal political situation? No, it would suffice for this status, besides, 9T inputs have ended up being the most varied. "Vanity, perhaps? You can, but it would be riddled with mediocrity vanity, supposedly serious antics (main charge in the case that led to the compulsory silence Fermat). Is the spleen, as Baudelaire? I do not know. "Look in a mirror, whose image is hardly too much to bear? Maybe that. But above all it is a way to redo the same work, spinning the same things, not to leave a maze that I myself have built: a mixture of prison building to Piranesi and Escher. Ghosts I know who expose to public ridicule. It's funny, though it may seem, the anonymity it provides a nick again makes you suspiciously sincere, there is perhaps too much of myself after Fermat, and yes, even after the type of the other side of the wall, I hear you typing I do not know who can write, so different, so close, shadows, mock or not, it might be otherwise, I is perhaps a shadow, a specter that a Fermat vampirizes with lowercase f.

Blue sky, I like that color, Fermat will tricking between 9 and Status Civitatis Thermidor, and the borderline that conspires against me too, I suppose, but every one in his hand, as much we hear suspicious after a virtual partition. Nightfall, QUAD know not publish this, when you find an Internet connection, or maybe tomorrow at home.

Valencia, March 5. It seems that the weather will change, spring days fugitives who escaped early. Too bad.

PS Would not that it was not so difficult? Galician quiet, it was decided at last. It notes that it was fought child, when one is stuck, or defend, or you are hitting.

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Doublethink

Doublethink. Avoid reality, to build an alternative, under the guidelines, according to an ideology whose orthodoxy must be challenged, to think the opposite of what logic dictates, re-think otherwise, ignoring the principle of non- contradiction and disregard the logic, using language as a gum. All this without losing your mind, or losing it, who cares. Believing what they say, whatever it is, because that is what he plays, because that is what must be said, words that should not leave the throat of the head, and yet believe in them as if they were the most intimate of our being. Throwaway slogans, phrases to be learned, from memory, not to fail, and should spit without thinking, throwing them in the face of the heretic, because they are heretics, of course, and we must act quickly to avoid time to think, so that once these have not anything else to do to support, for the record of faith affiliation, love the cause. Words must be repeated regardless of the meaning, standardize the speech, firm ranks, the enemy is powerful, the number on reason, reality does not matter as long as the hold heretics, lepers praise the enemy.

seems difficult, however, if a repair, not so much. We have the language, has in emotional attachment, it has the stealth of a complicity that erases the guilt shared with the pain is avoidable ignorance, hatred has, it has a nasty stench that provides security of sectarian behavior. But above all it has to fear, to know himself a coward, with the inability to look in the mirror, with the misery that can not be erased unless the erection of an enemy.

Doublethink, be a tool, someone who will not ask for accounts ... while no one would dispute its mutable reality. Those who advocate the release of a murderer, justified by state terrorism. Those who call for peace, forget freedom, and dignity, and they know it.

I have repeated hundreds of times, and I grabbed it as if it and the last out to save me from perishing in the wreck, as if it were the last ditch I'm willing to defend cost It Takes: clarity, objectivity is a moral issue, is the only thing that saves us to drag through the mud, calling things by their name appeals to the most intimate. Telling the truth and act accordingly.

and calmly say: treason. It has no other name.

fight against it should know. And you should also know that infectious chorus to praise, and so desperate, President Rodriguez Zapatero.

Back to work. On Monday Status (if they remember me)

Valencia, March 2. Spring, sun, beautiful weather. Like climate change, I do not know what is wrong.

What's PD? Dignity is wounded, maimed liberty is and remains a debt. Debts are paid. Sooner or later.