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SIGNS OF CANDIDATES AND ALMUNIA

Miro posters of the PP and the PSOE with Luisa Fernanda Rudi and Eva Almunia. Both have what my aunt Andresa called "empire" and called feminist empowerment. Both smile as Hollywood stars. The two women "are" bob, blonde, high and thin, wearing a neutral color jacket and executive style, but excellent practice court. No frills, because it's not confuse time with accessories or spend on them. Send in both the direct gaze, security fit right shoulder and jaw tension. Both women promise to the Promised Land of the post crisis. Both seem the same woman: the woman Aznar, Rajoy women, ZP women, women Rubalcaba. Stamped, cloned in the language of the image, resulting in the message that both outlines, from its silent about retail.

They have in common that they are intelligent, with many years under his belt in politics (both have played in Aragon and in the "MBA", Marcelino dixit.).

If a shepherd had seen the posters, the nineteenth century, with its halo of spending both certainly had his knees were convinced that a Marian apparition. (The last weekend I saw my brother Charles, just back from cycling and I thought that aliens had landed in the Plaza San Francisco de Zaragoza.)

image gurus will note that both have been studied in the same school. And it even seems to have gone to class junticos, seminars and even put together the cigar bar between classes. Almunia only glasses (a sign of credibility and maturity) different design. But is that Eva Luisa wears glasses and has credibility and maturity.

concern is the image and the message you send from your average blond hair well combed, promising smiles without wrinkles, because you have deleted the photoshop and dressed, without spot or wrinkle. Eva and Luisa Fernanda radiate light like a bulb megagigante of Ikea. I do not know if the "pata negra" buy in Ikea, ho!.

I analyze and end up thinking that maybe the image has overtaken ideology, ideology sometimes outweighs the political parties. When you see the signs I know whom I vote. And although all practitioners of this story follow the same school of Political Marquetin, which is the U.S., we can not forget that these decalogues than in the U.S. the last elections were won by a black little loving posters who financed the election campaign via Facebook. The rules have changed, the world has changed ...

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If The French Have Taught Me One Thing, ITS perseverance. Before I left the States, a professor who had studied and lived in Paris for a number of years gave me these sagely words of advice: learn how to argue in French. Loudly. Her suggestion stood out from the more typical "bon voyage!" sentiments I garnered from others, and though I knew I was in for a ride, I probably should have taken to heart what she said.

A few days before I left for France, I watched the film Two Days in Paris, which has much to teach about how one argues and accomplishes things with the French language. This  scene  is particularly helpful. It lacks English subtitles, but it's easy to get the general idea without understanding French. It begins quite innocently, quite formally. And after it escalates, one must always deny that one has argued, that one is responsible for anything. If all else fails, one can insult another by accusing them of slighting France's image, or else one can call them a tourist. These, my friends, are pillars of French argument.

Proud owner of the  Carte de Séjour

Since my arrival in September, I have run the gamut of French bureaucracy, utterly and completely. After months of struggling for air, I surfaced with the only trophy one can win: the carte de séjour -- a residency card. To get a carte de séjour, one must stand in line for three to five hours with around twenty official documents: an original birth certificate; a financial guarantee from your study abroad program; a financial guarantee from your parents, signed by a notary, stating that they will support you; a bank statement belonging to the financially responsible party; an enrollment letter from any and all schools you plan to attend in France; a copy of your student card(s); enrollment verification from your study abroad program; a copy of your passport; a copy of your visa; a letter from Campus France, an organization one must register with in order to obtain a visa; a copy of your landlord's identity card; a current electricity bill; an attestation de domicile signed and dated by your landlord, who confirms that you do in fact live where you say you do; copies of all aforementioned documents; etc. etc. so on and so on and forever and ever. Should any of these things not be up to par, or perhaps if the woman letting people through the line is in a bad mood that day, you will be turned away without explanation and forced to wait in line again. And to get your carte de séjour, you must make it through before your visa expires or you will no longer be a legal visitor in France.

Once you make it through the line, which of course comes only after several attempts, you get a  recipisée  (a temporary carte) which only suffices until you show up for your medical appointment where they test your eyes and take a chest x-ray to make sure you're not blind or infectious. If you miss the medical appointment, it cannot be rescheduled, and you are, as the French like to say, dans la merde . I hestitate to describe more of my experience getting my carte, since remembering the whole process is almost as painful as living through it the first time around.

Life in Paris is beautiful, and truly one of the most delightful things I've ever experienced. Whether or not the French planned it this way, it seems one must pay for life here -- especially when one is not French -- by enduring long lines, refusals, mountains of paperwork, and banking errors. Living in a foreign country is a lot like being a character in a game. I frequently return to this entry, written by Mike Cosentino about his own experiences in France. He says it so much better than I can:

It got me thinking that the entire process of getting settled here closely resembles a Role Playing Game, be it Zelda, Final Fantasy, Oblivion, and countless others. There's an overarching story that you'll be following, but for the most part you're placed in a strange land with little knowledge of what to do. Your experience points are low when you first start out, and the only way to improve your standing -- and get closer to achieving your goal of saving a princess or the entire world -- is to complete a myriad of seemingly random quests.

You'll wander around aimlessly until you get a lay of the land, and then you'll want to start getting things done. When you're ready to buy that shiny new sword you visit the shopkeeper but he won't give it up until you travel to the snowy mountains on the other side of the continent, kill 20 trolls, and return with their gemmed chalice. When you finally return to the shopkeeper he notices that one of the rubies is missing from the chalice, and again, won't sell you your sword until you commandeer a boat to take you to an island where you need slay a giant goblin, grab the ruby, and head all the way back to town. By the time you get your sword it's been three straight nights of playing and you can't even remember why you were even playing this ridiculous game in the first place.

Rinse and repeat, and you have a pretty good idea of what it's like to set up camp in a new country. It's an endless stream of running back and forth, not having just the right things, forgetting the exact thing you needed, not understanding, and not being understood. You've paid your hard earned cash for this game and dammit you're going to get your money's worth no matter how convoluted the storyline is.

Now if I can only find that one cave where the +3 Repel Bureaucracy amulet is hidden.

When I return to the States, most of my incredulous stories will be not of the places I've visited or the monuments I've seen, but of the hours I've waited in line, the papers demanded of me, or how one completes otherwise simple tasks while a resident of France. Like that one time I tried to make a simple return at FNAC because I'd bought the wrong textbook. I had to go to two separate desks on opposite ends of the store, where two separate women handwrote receipts of very long numbers on carbon paper, and handed me one of the three copies. Only then was I able to return to the caisse, where the woman operating the register handwrote another form full of long numbers, stapled all of them together, and finally gave me my reimbursement. Despite the fact that, like any store in the United States, the French have computer-operated cash registers with barcode scanners. It seems to me that the French like to work near computers, rather than with them.

I was pleasantly surprised today when I went to my French bank (my bank account has its own horrific and ridiculous paperwork story) to solve a problem, and accomplished it on the first try. Part of perseverance and part of daily life in a foreign country is feeling like a moron on a regular basis. In today's case, it was asking why I can't access my bank account online (answer: that wasn't part of the contract I signed), why my card didn't work when I tried to buy groceries (answer: there wasn't enough money in my account), and why it seems that a check I deposited didn't go through (answer: I deposited it incorrectly). Sometimes it pays to be an obsessive pack rat and keep receipts so that when a 220€ check disappears into automated teller never-never-land, someone can track it down For You Even If It Will take a month.

After signing a new contract That allow me to see my account online, checking my card to make sure it works Correctly, and putting a search On The check I Incorrectly RELOCATION, The Young teller assured Me That "We are really sorry, eh?" I know it's a very long time. " I assured Her That, "No, it's really my fault. Thank you, how nice," confessed That Then "it's always like that in France, for me. Always complicated! Completely different aux États-Unis. Je me trompe beaucoup."  She assured me that her sister experienced the same trouble when she moved to Rome, then shouted a  "bon courage!"  as I left.

Customer service and efficiency may not be France's forté, but if you get over the fact that you're going to feel like a moron a few times a day and persevere, you can get things done. A little manners and some humility can go a long way; so far I've not needed to resort to the French pillars of argument. Speaking bad French and lightly playing on the "stupid, helpless American" stereotype can apparently be effective, too.

posted on Wednesday, March 11, 2009 11:25 AM

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RUDI "I PREFER TO BE DEAD TO BE FAT" TELL ME A FRIEND

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Tomorrow clinic visit Boston, my friend Francisco Lasheras. Has a pair of Zaragoza aesthetic clinics and professionals in them will help me lose weight. Head. I recognize that Francisco has always told me I'm great, because his is not just do business with friends. He and his wife, Maria Angeles, are extremely professional people, educated, caring ... Of those people that life gets in your way so you know it pays to be aquii these 80 or 90 years.

highlight what the "head" because I'm seeing people around me my age, I do not mean to adolescents, with problems in feeding and with some personality disorders that gives me tremendous fear. Women want to look 50 years younger sister Sara Carbonero and reject the people in your environment that can provide clues to your true age. In the end, seem scarecrows in their struggle with the cruel passage of time. And that is fleeing not the kilos or wrinkles but with the lack of affection for the road come to emotional instability.

primerra write in person because it is easier to avoid that other people feel alluded to. First, thin or fat, I have no self-esteem issues because I have always felt myself regardless of my physical. In addition, I have always been behind the most handsome men that has generated a tremendous envy of some skinny, eternally diet, liposuction in secret and bad milk because from small quieron be Coco Chanel. SIC

The issue of stereotypes by which today's society we are commanded to be eternally thin, tall. young and wrinkles my attitude is known protest to stop this crap why the modern Western woman may end up enslaved and ill.

But is health. And the quality of life. And that does not open my mouth. A doctor - the Social Security and do not have access (which surprised me) to a center like Boston - and to what common sense dictates: a healthy give and exercise tailored to your physical.

I have joint pain, sleep badly, it kills me back ... And on television and did not want me at the Expo by being overweight - even the director general of the CARTV, Ramon Tejedor, were not able to repeat what they said in makeup. Perhaps because the decision-maker is a strong man of the most important producers linked to PRISA.

health and lose weight by attempting to return to television, which I have no - or had - in its day a place for fat. Because it's not worth blaming a TV or a production company specifically because it is the general rule. No fat, because fat if they support.

But please, if you will lose weight, for whatever reason, seek medical advice. First, really see that you have weight to lose. If you are skeletal but rather be dead "being fat", or if it hurts you that you weigh "the bones", "I know more than 5 cases in my area- therapy is highly recommended. If you are really too many kilos, no vomiting after eating it because there is a tremendous drop in potassium, you injure the digestive system, teeth and head.

If you are the club most numerous: the average woman who takes weight and makes a diet, you control it the doctor if more than 10 kilos.

But mostly, I try trasmitirte something to please you recorded it WELL: Do not focus your life on your weight. There're worse nor be less dear to be overweight. There will be people, that if you look bad, it mocks you; Guys who do not look twice at it and work that never enter. But be strong and do not lock yourself at home. That is people NOT WORTH. Your friends will still believing and wanting. If you do not get that job, you are stigmatized and some unhappy. But it can make you suffer so much that takes away the will to live. Look after your health when kilos threaten it, but laugh and despise those who are driven by absurd stereotypes. Quiérete much, laugh and be happy.

And when it comes to weight loss: a doctor and common sense.

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Professor Mateo Valero, Doctor Honoris Causa University of Zaragoza. THANKS

Teachers Mateo Valero and Yossi Shaffi doctors have been named today by the University Honoris Causa Zaragoza.

professor at the University of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bthe Aragonese Mateo Valero, an expert in supercomputing is Alfamén and the auditorium is almost the entire town, including his mother, Clotilde, mine, Pilar, the mayor, Paco Perez (brother the famous Manuel Perez, head of the Colombian guerrilla), the president of the District of Carignan, who is my cousin Lucio Cucalón and is married to my cousin Mari Pili, the girl and Manuela Fina. Benito was at the bar of the square. And the sister, brother, brother and godmother of Matthew, of course. Also important members of the university community, the government delegate, Javier Hernández; University advisor, Javier Velasco, who has whispered to me that tomorrow is the journalist Pepa Bueno in Teruel, which give a prize. And with his cap and gown, that's why I missed, Professor Eduardo Bandrés. The last time I asked how was the Economy, 6 hours before had been appointed president of Real Zaragoza. So do not ask anything.

As previous data, the "godfather" of Matthew had to do was his colleague Lorenzo Saenz, who died recently, but he wrote his speech.

Mateo Valero is considered the main architect of the European scientific contributions in the field of computer architecture, especially in the field of vector processors. His ideas led to the development of processors and compilers for high performance under the most important companies in the sector.

Mateo Valero is a professor at the UPC, doctor Telecommunications Engineering and has developed its teaching and research in the field of Computer Architecture, specialized supercomputers. She has participated in more than 180 international conferences, has authored over 400 articles and has received two national research awards.

Since 2005 directs the BSC Barcelona Supercomputing Center, a consortium led by the Ministry of Science and Innovation which also involved the Generalitat de Catalunya and the Universitat Politècnica de Catalunya, which houses the central node of the English Supercomputing Network, MareNostrum, considered the most powerful computer in Europe and fifth in the world after double its computing power in November 2006.

thoughts fly to me like lazy butterflies. The auditorium is beautiful. It notes that it has passed through the hands of architects and Luis Mariano Pemán Franco.

While speaking American teacher I think the first time I set foot in the auditorium. The opening of the course I started my career. Witnessing a group of friends first and we were shaking legs excitement to sing "Gaudeamus Igitur." Sat next to me - or I to yours, - student Miguel Angel Ruiz, Vice Chancellor today, a friendship that has endured over time. (You have a beautiful baby.)

Then, the university was my second home as a journalist specializing in this field. Then many things happened ...

Return to the act. My relative and every friend, Matthew, has the face of the Domund Chinaman. The current rector is super suit, but the mourning clothes that make you as "Magnificent," God forgive me, I do like the Bernarda Alba Garcia Lorca.

ends the act and go to an adjacent room to take a wine. I come back to Juan Arana, the restless director "or may no longer is? the Computer Centre. By the way, do not ask. It's like 25 years ago, I note. What great joy. (I noted in a comment at the bottom of this post, which no longer holds this position).
Then several emeriti and and Alfama. Matthew abronca me because he says he sent me an invitation a month ago and I answered. I break out laughing. He is happy surrounded by the townspeople. Their roots make him strong.
And we, the people, we are proud of the boy Alfama, as simple as the day I left town to study, but has the equivalent of the Nobel Network Architecture. Try - sorry Mateo-the King of you and of course his friend Bill Gates. The times I've asked Matt to ask if you have an unmarried brother. Bill Gates, of course, not the King.

I take my mother's Auditorium and haunt me, of course, images of the past. Were the same stairs that once the students slept when we locked in the auditorium, to protest the University Reform Law: what times those of Manuel Yzuel, Miguel Angel Martin, Iñigo Parra Campos ... And remember like it was now that the president Vicente Camarena left an office and when we expected him to tell us he had given orders to security forces to vacate the building we took off the following things: "Lads, as your president I'm with you, what the hell. I also sit here until they release them to fellow prisoners. " And then they all sing along: "Camarena Camarena, you are the Camarena of my love."

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A coffee break in Paris

The sun and 8 ° C are back in Paris. Yesterday I went with some friends of the factors for a coffee on the Boulevard Saint Germain des Pres, was a very nice especially because I missed the coffee on the terrace of Parisian bars. In short, truly delicious moment for the climate, the company and good coffee.

I recently read an article in the NYT about how bad it is the Parisian cafe ( Why coffee in Paris is so bad? ) and I mean this is completely false. What happens is that the author is accustomed to the ugly American that sells Starbucks coffee and do not appreciate the aroma of coffee permeates the machines over time.

When you come to Paris should not miss the opportunity to enter a Parisian cafe and see for yourself that is good coffee.

Price approx. a coffee bar: € 1.10 Price
apeox. a coffee table: € 2.50

take this entry to show a typical coffee bars in Europe.

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The clichés of Paris Paris

I came across this list of papers from the mountain of things to do. Last semester we were in the classroom of our beloved school (IHEAL) and one of the teachers did not arrive, we started talking about the cliches that surround Paris and was then pulled out a sheet of paper on which every one who said at least an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat he thought of Paris or Paris in general.

was a very entertaining and very nice result. There are things which never had crossed my mind.

I leave you with the list which the copy of the paper. I hope you like it too.

1. Paris is not like painting, is more beautiful.
2. In Paris, do not plant a smile is easy, you win with great effort.
3. "Friends of Paris? Difficult to find.
4. In the city there is always something to do: movies, theater, music concerts in the street, walk, discover, eat, ride a bike ...

The French do eat baguettes

5. The color is virtually nonexistent.
6. Life is easier when:
a) it is European
b) is French
d) is less than 25 and even 28 and the limit 30 years.
7. Brazil.
8. Colombia.
9. I learned more about Latin America here that while in Mexico.
10. Café € 1 / € 1.20, baguette € 0.80, museums € 12 Film € 11, rent € 600, € 1.80 per trip transportation, jeans € 70, shoes € 60, PC € 500, € 25 a month cell, a tooth crown to € 800, changing locks € 760, ticket to London Round trip € 90, € 3.80 1kg oranges, 1 grapefruit / 1 avocado / 1 lettuce ... € 1, food at the university restaurant € 3.55, a night at the Ritz € 600.
11. Interdit, interdit, interdit.
12. The beauty on the outside and dirty inside (metro).
13. You learn to love the old.
14. Many foreigners, many French and few Parisians.
15. You become immune to smells.
16. You start to get used to raise and down stairs.
17. How beautiful the girls are dressed. For each poem, a song, a story.
18. The boys are very effeminate without necessarily put into question their sexuality.
19. The weather is a way to start a conversation.
20. Arabic, Chinese, German and English are the languages \u200b\u200bspoken.
21. Black is the predominant color in clothing.
22. People in general are thin.

Paris (Eiffel Tower view from the Centre Georges Pompidou)

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Unlike the exquisite Mexican tortas, sandwiches French can be just as tasty with just a few ingredients.

only thing I can say for now (because they can not remember the names in English) is that it was olive oil instead of mayonnaise, and I knew super rich. It is highly recommend.

As a note, the sandwich cost me € 3.95 and I bought at a bakery called Legaychoc at 33 rue de Paris 03ème Rambuteau.

Sandwich

bought in the rue Rambuteau

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The sandwiches offer stage at the Embassy of Venezuela, who told me?

15:32, Paris

Today there is a conference at my school and I arrived an hour early (Altermondialisme: Becoming global acteurs à l'âge; Expériences latino-américain, Geoffrey Pleyers).

is rare, little more than a week I'm on vacation and I did not stand for anything in high school. In the facilities are few reports retarded are still walking the halls. The library on the 4th. floor is almost empty course.

In my walk through the aisles I could not pass unnoticed by an announcement from our beloved Chavez and clear, as have a pint as "leftist" I came to inform me. This is an announcement from the Embassy of Venezuela to make a "stage" (internship / internship / practice) in Paris. I will save comments on the design and presentation of work and motivating as best I will show in this blog.

comments are welcome, of course.

Job Offer at the Embassy of Venezuela