a day like today but after 23 or 24 is on Thursday, after 35 years into the gorilla hit and murderer, copamos the square to see how nice it is just the opposite.
a day like today, but now in a while, we went to here to remember his birthday, at roughly Nestor ... and bonus, Yacyretá !
a day like today but on 9 October 2000 , in the Alliance government, opening the editorial vovió Siglo XXI Argentina after the dictatorship and forced her to close burn more of its historic title. At that time, "Charly" or "Charlie" became "Carlos" Diaz, the new editor of Siglo XXI Argentina. He was only 25, just graduated from sociologist at the UBA and was encouraged to take charge of a "political-cultural project" that defied the economic crisis and publishing business criteria recently recommended by the traditional and orthodox business.
Today, 10 years from that start, I get a report very piola Carlos Diaz on page 12 where he said a few words how are you:
"On 1 January 2002 we had to turn around a hundred eighty degrees in the strategy that had arisen because it became impossible to import. We appeal to the import substitution and famous begin to do here the most important books we imported. At the same time accelerate the development process of our catalog. "
"We have to be a company in the strict sense of the word, if we are not profitable, we close. But it is a somewhat atypical. XXI century is now serving 45 years and never distributed the money among its shareholders. Whenever there was profit was reinvested in the editorial. "
"I'm no political analyst, but my feeling is that Kirchner's pragmatism, in the best sense of the word, he allowed a management anyone expected, with a number of important changes that no one expected in the short term, and this generated much enthusiasm in which we are younger. For someone like me who grew up surrounded by disappointment, no hope to achieve great changes in society, now I see that it was possible to me is very difficult to stay away from Kirchner. "
"A title that sells 300 copies a year is great for us. That is the real mainstay of XXI century, not a lot of success selling a year and then disappears. No short-term bet successes ever. "
"The big publishers are cocoliche: published by Kirchner and antikirchnerista. Marcos Aguinis Ricardo Forster can be with the same publisher. I struck a bit of that. "
The full interview can be read here , here and here .
Coincidentally (?) , on Tuesday, Craig said a few words to the new graduates of the Foreign Service Institute's office and said, among other things ...
"In Argentina, no only in the diplomatic career in the teaching profession, in many areas were rewarded over the years. It is true that the years bring experience and that experience is very good, but I think we have to have a new concept also in all activities and that is to reward those with good ideas, regardless of years, and those projects to carry out, because otherwise, many times we got to the paradox that someone was awarded a senior, it happens many times in the teaching profession, when you're almost ready to retire and that there is more desire to go to home to do new things, because it is the evolution of life and it is the product of a long working life.
why I say that we need to inject new concepts and methodologies in all areas and the Foreign Service of the Nation can not be free to give plenty of room and plenty of space to new generations as well, too, in a world that has changed very quickly can more accurately identify new needs, new communication codes but we could do ourselves that we are generating, "I say yet, the press and literacy Gutenberg.
The world has changed and I believe we must change with it and giving and open new opportunities for the opportunity to not come after many years when one is tired out there and really do not have all the strength and momentum gives youth. "
a day like today but just recently in the Journal Debate, comes a very interesting story Juan Cabandié partner.
a day like today but in 2006 , companion and friend of this house, María Inés Mato , swam for about 20 minutes lengthy, in the icy waters of Antarctica Caletta Potter Argentina, on the same stage where a year ago, a British biologist, passed away not to accept the invitation to play in a leopard seal.
gulls, cormorants, penguins, the endless sea plankton, glaciers surrounding hubbub greeted with approval and reaffirmation of pure stroke of National Sovereignty by Agnes.
then share the words of Griselda Gambaro, who wrote a children's story telling this new historical and creative sovereign gesture on our southernmost territory.
the book: A swim with Maria Ines
Griselda Gambaro
I tell my latest adventure. Bundle up, because it is much colder than the Beagle Channel
or Lake Argentino.
I ask: what is the coldest place in the country? (Ay! A clueless Mar de Ajo answer me!).
Antarctica, of course!
I wanted to swim in a cove of the island on May 25 which is within walking distance of Yubany base in the Antarctic continent.
On my dive was set for February 6, year: 2006.
That day, the captain of Puerto Deseado, it was the name of the ship that gave us shelter, I spoke a few words, the stern tone, the words very seriously, as calling to order:
- Already listed? Do not take more.
What say? He would not send! But then I realized I did not want to send me.
simply was looking at the horizon and knew a lot as you could read a book from school.
- Those clouds - he said - indicating that time may change soon. I looked
the - to the clouds - and I realized it was better hurry.
Two rubber boats were already enrolled to get going.
Why two, if ever a boat with me? Because in the cove of the island had a leopard seal calls
could crawl at the bottom. They used to be many and deep depths as if I dragged, I could hardly re-emerge to the surface.
So, goodbye, María Inés!
But when I swam, you're so lucky, seals were missing.
I decided to swim. I realized I needed a propitious sign.
And suddenly, came the signal: a seagull.
Antarctica gulls are not like those of Mar del Tuyú or San Bernardo, which in comparison with her sisters seem to birds. These, Antarctica, are enormous and, with outspread wings, as big as eagles.
eaglesBut nothing threatening.
The gull flew quietly and I thought that gave me permission to jump in the water.
This is the time, I thought.
Then I dove! Stroke
is, stroke is, swimming in the sea and landscape of whiteness of snow where
just sticking the darkness of a small mountain peak on the island.
And I saw that peak forward, forming a perfect circle, three seagulls, also large
impressive.
Nature or not to accept that something is happening in their environment, something unexpected and rubber boats could be those who accompanied me and a figurine (I) in water. At that moment I knew that Nature accepted me and told me.
Suddenly, one of the gulls left the circle and began to plan down to me.
very close and were arrested, had been the sun, its shadow would have covered me.
gomones I heard that from the exalted yelled to his lungs. They pointed out the gull:
- you are watching, watching you!
I extend the arm in a new stroke and as he lifted his head to breathe, slightly twisted neck in his direction and our eyes met.
Ah, that look that I exchanged with the seagull!
'll never forget.
She told me of the vastness in which she lived, of their flights, their declines in bite to eat fish, the wind that pounded the crop and combined with their wings to sustain flight. The place where brooding and their offspring gaviotitas.
And I told her what? For how much I wanted to swim in the Antarctic ice surrounded these
immensities she knew like the palm of your hand I say, his leg.
long look at that we became friends, for a moment she entered my world and I in theirs.
Then she turned and rose to fly again with the other gulls who waited higher, closer to heaven. And widened the circle and accompanied me until I left the water. He had swum
twenty minutes and, of course, I felt colder when it hit the air.
keep me warm at once with an old blanket the north, soft, furry, she always carried with me.
just sat on the raft, what happened to the ship's captain? He
the siren!
Pi, piiiii!, And happily the siren sounded in the silence of Antarctica. Celebrated the siren had been fulfilled. Fulfilled my desire, with the sea ice, with my friend, the gull, who also told me, with his eyes, that his dream had been to see a creature of the earth to swim like a seal, finally, in those waters .
Pi, piiiiii! Mission accomplished
a day like today but three days ago, comes an email from compañerazo Héctor Ángel Benedetti, besides being the author of this and this blog, collector and writer tango is on Wikipedia! . I stand for these days touring the mountains of Curá Malal, southwest of the province, where a hundred years ago to take their holidays the first President Kirchner (Figueroa Alcorta: very lightly some historians pigeonholed as a president "Regime", but the truth is that he turned and ended up being progressive rock and proto-Peronist).
Grande was my surprise when I came stroll through the cemetery Pigüé, and the vaults of many French families that are there I found a monument made by Numa Ayrinhac (1881-1951), painter of official portraits of Perón and Evita in the late '40s.
Ayrinhac, Aveyron immigrant like many of the first settlers of Pigüé after De la Cárcova disciple, was the favorite painter of Evita and was the one who made the box and Evita Peron is in the Casa Rosada, as well as the Evita who illustrated the cover of The meaning of my life (whose original is not preserved because it was destroyed by the Liberator), the Ibarguren Juana his mother and his brother Juan Duarte. Shipping
a photo I took of the sculpture I saw in the cemetery, and others that serve to illustrate that story up.
Best Regards.
Héctor Ángel Benedetti. "
a day like today but in 1882 , born in Ireland James Joyce's partner . We take this occasion to remember to bring your insurance and delivery rested readers more of the Peronist-summer reading .
a day like today but in 1853 born in Havana, Cuba, comrade José Martí . Joseph was so cool who ever wrote these wonderful words, knowing that most a century and a half after three months would be fulfilled and one day heading into the Command Nestor Celestial:
a day like today but next Sunday, like every Sunday, leaves Neither Palos with South Perspectives. Here, a preview ...
fart a day like today as eda pdevisible after opdobiosa Decode lack of Diadia odtogdáfico Cladín Ayed's edition of the popular deacción Espedido and was not forceful desultó . The youth, who are bosteda and Pedone, no bank in the Adgnentina of the godilas futudo told what to think nor as gdaves sopodta edodes, dude. Pod Manet that dedicates this song suped contestatadia:
a day like today but 67 years ago, in a festival organized in Luna Park to raise funds to help victims of a major earthquake in the province of San Juan, are known Eva and Juan Domingo personally. So, today is the day that the love-inspiring main source of Peronist Universal Theatre Magic All-Encompassing and All-Contains becomes the motor and gasoline the cause and purpose, reason and justification for all the Peronist for the rest of the day.
a day like today but today , in the back of Page 12 , Juan Sasturain wrote what I had to write this day to justify another delivery peroncho-summer literary :
In memoriam Dashiell Hammett (1896-1961)
On 10 January 1961, just half a century ago today , died almost secretly in a New York hospital Samuel Dashiell Hammett, author of The Maltese Falcon and a handful of novels and stories at the time, late in the first third of last century, changed the criminal narrative for good and forever. Beyond
todayconsolidated progress myth that surrounds the author and some of its characters, Sam Spade fortunate passed Bogart, above all, pure narrative work hard Hammett largely transcends the genre he chose to revolutionize from within in terms of form, and from the edges, in the way of movement. I mean, is the founder of the hard boiled and call for the French thriller.
Hammett is simply a remarkable writer, period, and in some respects an exceptional case because it was a work of unusual quality for a short and prolific period, 1927 to 1934 - but before reaching forty years, when laboriously concluded skinny man in the midst of success and a lot of money, was finished. Did not realize it at the time, but live nearly thirty years without being able to write again.
So, that last winter of '61 and always elegant skinny Dash was 65 and came from a decade-long bad. For some time, sick and destitute, living on borrowed time and the help of her friend Lilian Hellmann, companion with whom he shared thirty years of intermittent family and solidarity: from the crazy years of Hollywood-New York, money, parties and drunkenness, the quiet melancholy of late.
The myth of his integrity and loyalty has never negotiated codes with which it sustains. He, who had enlisted to fight fascism 48 years and served in the Aleutians, was persecuted and accused during the Cold War by the infamous Senator McCarthy & Co, because of its refusal to release the names of contributors of funds to pay the bonds of the communist militants arrested in the hunt witches. The shorthand text of their responses to the Commission is an example of coherence and dry irony. Convicted, Hammett was dignified and consistently to jail for six months, in the early fifties.
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a day like today but in 1960 Albert Camus dies, partner and member of the famous band existentialist French Peronist who liked a lot the stop at the post-war Europe together with Jean Paul remembered as "Jotape" Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir and the filing of Jean-Luc Godard them short years later, in the late `70. While Camus was born in Algeria, for those things of colonialism became known as a French novelist after France invaded and colonized the country. Some of it is in his novel "The Stranger" in addition to the series of readings Peronist-summer.
For all those who feel "foreigners" in their own homeland by mental lumps also promised that "Algeria is going to be good", is this little novel gift cortita but deeply humanistic ...
"The Stranger" by Albert Camus.
of bonus, and thanks to the discretionary management of funds in an election year, is this issue of The Cure, inspired by a part of the novel ...
a day like today but in 1900 born a guy like any other surely Peron, who did nothing in his life much more roughly to work in Philadelphia for the Academy of Natural Sciences as an ornithologist, to become an expert on birds and write a book which he entitled A faithful Guide to the Birds of the West Indies .
not going to other , which also gave him the bird berretín and writing, read the book and liked the author's name to put it on the protagonist of his new novel that is filled with twine : Casino Royale . Va
our warm memories of the true James Bond. The post. The agent was not because British intelligence was not a button.
This coming year, we certainty, not those who use a name for fame Berreta of Hollywodd and Channel 13, but to the millions who work day to day project ornitólgos national and popular. Heh!
Happy New Year to all cumpas!