miércoles 21 de enero de 2009
Próximos Eventos para Febrero 2009
El primer gran evento de éste próximo mes de febrero, será para el día de San Valentin (sábado 14), gran concierto de Juan Luís Guerra, no dejen de asistir.. estará buenisssimo... además que medio país asistirá. No querrás perdertelo!! ;-)
Que bebiaaaaaaaaaaa!!
Sorprendentemente, esta no es la foto de la parte trasera de un colmadon o discoteca, lo crean o no, fue tomada en la parte trasera de una casa de familia.. Para quien dice que el tomar hace daño les digo que estas personas NO opinan lo mismo. Como está escrito en el libro de Amable, hay que beber hasta que el el alcohol nos juiga...
miércoles 1 de octubre de 2008
The real meaning of Sleep a Nap
Master the power nap.
Taking a nap isn't calling it quits on getting energized—it's just running a quick defrag on your neural drive and rebooting. We've covered the ins and outs of napping pretty thoroughly here, but if you need a quick take-away, try the Boston Globe's comprehensive cheat sheet.
If shut-eye alone can't bring you back, try a coffee-charged caffeine nap.
How do you keep your energy levels high and even throughout the day?
What do you do when you need a recharge?
Taking a nap isn't calling it quits on getting energized—it's just running a quick defrag on your neural drive and rebooting. We've covered the ins and outs of napping pretty thoroughly here, but if you need a quick take-away, try the Boston Globe's comprehensive cheat sheet.
If shut-eye alone can't bring you back, try a coffee-charged caffeine nap.
How do you keep your energy levels high and even throughout the day?
What do you do when you need a recharge?
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum.
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead.
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum.
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead.
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
domingo 21 de septiembre de 2008
Vivir: Es sólo Respirar?
No, no es solamente estar respirando, es saber como respiras!
Entendemos que debemos ajustar nuestra existencia a algo o alguien y generalmente nos olvidamos, una vez hecha la dedicación, que primero nos debemos a nosotros mismos para poder lograr que nuestra respiración sea como debe. Ahora, la pregunta del millón de euros es: respiramos como se debe, cuando se debe y por quien se debe?
Entendemos que debemos ajustar nuestra existencia a algo o alguien y generalmente nos olvidamos, una vez hecha la dedicación, que primero nos debemos a nosotros mismos para poder lograr que nuestra respiración sea como debe. Ahora, la pregunta del millón de euros es: respiramos como se debe, cuando se debe y por quien se debe?
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