acceleration tables 
: deca-Glot secretariat: Let's be clear: the fact that all of us speak English, does not mean that the communication was simple.
me explain: INGREDIENTS - a Dominican
- a Colombian middle-aged
- a Uruguayan termite with hot water and your mate
- a Venezuelan
- an Argentine
- a Paraguayan
- a Mexican
- a Peruvian - a tico - a cyanide first blessing Proceed ingredients in the special table.
Then transfer the ingredients to absorb q dining room for breakfast foods. Cyanide Reserve for later. Place remaining ingredients in a table to discuss the environment takes shape, but should not become warm and thick.
Now slowly add the cyanide in a computer for secretarial documentation of the meeting, and the development of memory. (Be careful because the cyanide does not have the slightest idea of \u200b\u200bhow it develops memory.)
Proceed now to bring all ingredients to the other table, the dining room, and let the tea soak. Then return to the first table for further discussion until it's lunchtime, and repeat well from the s 9 am to 11 pm, or until the ingredients are about to burst.
Uruguayan
If the ingredient absorbs a lot mate, leave it alone, is happy as well. Yes, thank you for the explanation of the ritual of mate, and to invite Cyanide their matecito ... If the Mexican ingredient begins to sing ballads, or dance without music, check the alcohol content.
Otherwise, enjoy the recipe for three days.
Makes a portion of mental vacation so much fun, and a stipend to cyanide by the pile of prints and photocopied and sent ...
Bon Apetit!
:: 7 years and counting:: ----------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ------------------- Two caveats: 1) if you are looking optimism, I can not offer it for now .. again later
2) as I am the hero of my story, I love playing the victim. So please believe me no more than necessary. ----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- I confess before God and all of you who've been sinning muuuuuuuucho of thought word and deed ... (Mea culpa, etc. .)... especially work .. but hey .. That is not what concerns us here .. not dare to meet morbidities details .. hehehe .. for that are the coffee cups! Speaking of cups of coffee, breakfast today I had an encounter with reality ... and this .. The problem is that this is being looking to the past .. and much .. 7 years have passed since I changed my name to Cyanide . Contrary to the wishes of the tree of the genealogies (and genialogias), do not use my middle name as mine, but my first name. This implies that the tree meets a cyanide that does not match what the rest of us know. After so many years (more than 364 weeks, 84 months ... and other load) I realize that I'm still Cyanide does not know how to argue with the tree .. I am the cyanide remains silent and alone after a recount of the arguments, as those who choose beans. Cyanide often afraid of conflict and change ... While I express myself better when I write that when I speak .. perhaps because the written word carries no facial expressions, and can even be digested slowly, and read (which is much more accurate than recall a conversation). try to remember if you break some glass that night .. maybe I did was remove the paper doll was in there, and put someone that looked a bit more my . However, it seems that these events involve more than 7 years of bad luck .. that bad .. not come in the manual. After so many years, even I want to scream that my more than 300 months (almost rather 312) some experience have given me maybe not much, but I'll know something of joy and sadness and wisdom and battles to fight ... shouting that may very well not like taking my life, but I'm trying ... screaming that I am not responsible for making anyone happy but myself to make me happy (and that's a huge responsibility !!)... but never cry .. I only silence, until the words and hurricanes pass ... and put a face on totem but a face that looks like an empty shell of human. The tree speaks to me of how everything is connected, and how my actions can do so unhappy. But the tree does not know that their branches can also make me unhappy ... how to know nothing of the world ... of how the world will devour me .. of how the street is a jungle and I can not survive ... the parable of the black sheep ... of how the future is always black for the black sheep ... In short, the Gospel of discouragement ... So after 7 years, nothing has changed .. we are all the same prejudices, the same cries, the same rebelliousness and the same silence .. Sometimes time does not heal the wounds .. only the dust covers ..
7 years And now? 
:: the next day ... ::
I do not like talking about politics. I try to avoid talking about issues that do not know, and I must admit that politics does not interest me.
I've heard things like "clear, do not care about the future of your country" .. I am interested .. so I'm not interested in politics or politicians.
NAFTA did not write anything and I showed up for blogging because it was already saturated with information. Many of them false , but information itself.
I voted not due to personal reasons, and certain convictions not discuss because they are relevant. I only know that on October 8, Monday, the atmosphere was quite heavy and gloomy, several people were heartbroken and sad and the pouring rain did not help anything. Others were, and still are, outraged, angry, disappointed. Monday was a defeat for 48% of voters in a country ... but maybe in the end lose all. I have fear. Fear of what will happen. Than we are to remove, or steal, or cheat. Fear of being struck by economic apocalypse or social or ecological, or otherwise. Fear of being charged a blank check (as I heard say several people). say that things will improve a lot .. but I have fear of being lied to .. again .. as they have done in a while .. not whether the glass is half full or half empty, or if there is a storm in a glass of water.
hope I'm wrong. I hope we are proven wrong with our fears. But fear has been a constant .. and to have been written ...
live in a country of two letters: Yes or No. .. appear to "decide" the Yes I say "decided" because they support the first-person plural in this case, because the verb can decide including some or much duress.
suppose a sane person, with feet on the ground, say that is time to fight together without divisions, to take this country forward. guess this person would have reason .. but I can not guarantee that I will be that person.
But keep hope .. is nice (rather than beautiful, amazing) to see so many ticos organized by something you BELIEVE .. see how they met, they argued, were reported, they marched they chanted. Do not lose that. Let us not fight ..
As someone very wise said
"Let the pessimism for better times"
