Monday, December 14, 2009
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Friday, December 11, 2009
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JIRAFITAS CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE YEARS THAT HAVE FOLLOWED DURING THIS QUARTER
With this video as chuli, we wish to our little big jirafitas who have served years, many ye abide much joy and many more!
With this video as chuli, we wish to our little big jirafitas who have served years, many ye abide much joy and many more!
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Here you have some things from what we are doing to decorate our class, a cool cover of reindeer, a super Bethlehem done for us, a star decorating our meeting today we started writing our letter to Their Majesties the Kings of the East and of course, our visit to see a stable in Bethlehem home Mary and our friend and we were there, his mother deajado us into their house to see the tree and then invited us to breakfast. THANK YOU!
Here you have some things from what we are doing to decorate our class, a cool cover of reindeer, a super Bethlehem done for us, a star decorating our meeting today we started writing our letter to Their Majesties the Kings of the East and of course, our visit to see a stable in Bethlehem home Mary and our friend and we were there, his mother deajado us into their house to see the tree and then invited us to breakfast. THANK YOU!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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¡¡¡¡¡ CHRISTMAS MERRY CHRISTMAS!! WELCOME !!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡
Merry Christmas Glitter Pictures
CLASS OF GIRAFFES want to wish a Merry Christmas.
THIS CARD IS GOING TO GO ON BUT SOMETHING IS WAITING FOR YOU BETTER WAIT A FEW DAYS ... GIFT you will find that we make! Big kiss CHILDREN OF 3 AND 4 YEARS AND HENAR.
Merry Christmas Glitter Pictures
CLASS OF GIRAFFES want to wish a Merry Christmas.
THIS CARD IS GOING TO GO ON BUT SOMETHING IS WAITING FOR YOU BETTER WAIT A FEW DAYS ... GIFT you will find that we make! Big kiss CHILDREN OF 3 AND 4 YEARS AND HENAR.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
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I want to welcome fathers, mothers and all that you please share with us a little of your time. We have developed a space in which we will share with you everything we do in school: activities, anecdotes, games ...
But we also want you at home, support us doing this blog, ie "COMPARTAIS" with us all your ideas, questions, suggestions ... to be doing this corner, a magical space.
we hope to see you enjoy regular basis and seeing what we will gradually hanging on it. We are open to us conteis stuff, ask us things, we conteis anecdotes and everything, everything you can think of.
I hope our blog. Greetings
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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SUPER STAND UP GOOD YEAR ENDING UP! In November, the last workshop is stand up
Do not stay with the desire to venture into the mood! In November, last year's workshop
four super-classes to learn the techniques of making people laugh with the things that happen every day.
Held cultural space the living room, Hipolito Yrigoyen 1862
Day and times: Wednesday from 20 to 22 hours. 4 to 25 November
Limited vacancies
More info: 15-4039-0413
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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SUPER INTENSIVE WORKSHOP STAND UP COMEDY HOW TO SAY IT WITH HUMOR
Super Intensive Workshop and Writing Stand Up Comedy
humorous (at initiation) delivered by Monica Ogando
Group Saturdays from 13 to 15 hours.
From September 5 to October 24 (total 8 classes completed).
Group on Wednesdays from 20 to 22 hours.
From September 9 to October 28 (total 8 classes completed)
Place: The Cultural La Salita, Hipolito Yrigoyen 1862 (before Congress)
Cost: 2 shares $ 120 -
Registration fee: $ 50
Information and registration: 15-4039-0413 or 4951-0897
LIMITED VACANCIES
http://www.alternativateatral .com/curso3765-taller-superintensivo-de-stand-up-comedy-y-escritura-humoristica
Super Intensive Workshop and Writing Stand Up Comedy
humorous (at initiation) delivered by Monica Ogando
Group Saturdays from 13 to 15 hours.
From September 5 to October 24 (total 8 classes completed).
Group on Wednesdays from 20 to 22 hours.
From September 9 to October 28 (total 8 classes completed)
Place: The Cultural La Salita, Hipolito Yrigoyen 1862 (before Congress)
Cost: 2 shares $ 120 -
Registration fee: $ 50
Information and registration: 15-4039-0413 or 4951-0897
LIMITED VACANCIES
http://www.alternativateatral .com/curso3765-taller-superintensivo-de-stand-up-comedy-y-escritura-humoristica
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. Seminar 4 matches to learn how to use humor in speaking and writing
HUMOR HOW TO SAY? Learn the techniques and formulas humorous construction for application in oral and written expression. Seminar
4 two-hour weekly meetings.
3 options of days and times:
Monday from 19.30 to 21.30 hs. From 7 to 28 September
Wednesday 20-22 pm. From 9 to September 30
Saturday from 13 to 15 hours. 5 to 26 September.
All courses are held in Callao and Corrientes area.
Fee: $ 120 (PAYMENT ONLY, NO ADDITIONAL REGISTRATION) LIMITED VACANCIES
(15 attendees)
Important: Registration is confirmed upon payment of the tariff.
Reports registration and interviews: 15-4039-0413, 4951-0897 Achieve adictosalhumor@gmail.com
communicate things with humor helps us to be more convincing and attractive, but above all, humor is a way of exercising power in a subtle and intelligent. The humor energizes us, we can see the world from a higher perspective and gives us great satisfaction from the pleasure of making people laugh.
Although not particularly funny you consider yourself, through simple techniques and formulas of stand up comedy and other genres, the workshop aims to be able to exercise your unique humorous look, because everything you say WITH HUMOR, CAN BE USED TO YOUR FAVOR.
To: Actors
Men seeking tools to create their own humorous numbers.
Teachers, Trainers, and PR Professionals wishing to acquire skills HR to include humor in their oral presentations and internal communications.
announcers, singers, journalists who wish to strengthen their bond with the audience through humor.
Storytellers, Writers, Playwrights and copywriter who wish to delve into the techniques for building humor in characters and situations in their textual productions.
general public to consider the importance of addressing the everyday life with humor.
HUMOR HOW TO SAY? Learn the techniques and formulas humorous construction for application in oral and written expression. Seminar
4 two-hour weekly meetings.
3 options of days and times:
Monday from 19.30 to 21.30 hs. From 7 to 28 September
Wednesday 20-22 pm. From 9 to September 30
Saturday from 13 to 15 hours. 5 to 26 September.
All courses are held in Callao and Corrientes area.
Fee: $ 120 (PAYMENT ONLY, NO ADDITIONAL REGISTRATION) LIMITED VACANCIES
(15 attendees)
Important: Registration is confirmed upon payment of the tariff.
Reports registration and interviews: 15-4039-0413, 4951-0897 Achieve adictosalhumor@gmail.com
communicate things with humor helps us to be more convincing and attractive, but above all, humor is a way of exercising power in a subtle and intelligent. The humor energizes us, we can see the world from a higher perspective and gives us great satisfaction from the pleasure of making people laugh.
Although not particularly funny you consider yourself, through simple techniques and formulas of stand up comedy and other genres, the workshop aims to be able to exercise your unique humorous look, because everything you say WITH HUMOR, CAN BE USED TO YOUR FAVOR.
To: Actors
Men seeking tools to create their own humorous numbers.
Teachers, Trainers, and PR Professionals wishing to acquire skills HR to include humor in their oral presentations and internal communications.
announcers, singers, journalists who wish to strengthen their bond with the audience through humor.
Storytellers, Writers, Playwrights and copywriter who wish to delve into the techniques for building humor in characters and situations in their textual productions.
general public to consider the importance of addressing the everyday life with humor.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Psoriousis Scholarships
On Saturday 8 / 8 at 19 pm. sample of students in the Bululu
shows are coming next workshop, where a new breed of comedians will debut its crazy and silly monologues.
Meet at the legendary Comedy Club Bululu, Rivadavia 1350, Saturday 8 August at 19.00.
With:
Laura Izquierdo
Damian Peluso
Guido Ianelli
Mariano De María
Alfredo Jaime
Lucila Negretti
Entry $ 15
consumisión mandatory ($ 15).
shows are coming next workshop, where a new breed of comedians will debut its crazy and silly monologues.
Meet at the legendary Comedy Club Bululu, Rivadavia 1350, Saturday 8 August at 19.00.
With:
Laura Izquierdo
Damian Peluso
Guido Ianelli
Mariano De María
Alfredo Jaime
Lucila Negretti
Entry $ 15
consumisión mandatory ($ 15).
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Spartacus Quote of Alicia
Go back and tell them what you've seen here.
Tell them we sent against their cohorts and we destroyed ourselves. Tell them that we are slaves, what they llmana the instrumentum vocale. Voice tool. Tell
what our voices say.
say that the world is sick of them, tired of corrupt vuetro Senate and your corrupt Rome.
The world is weary of wealth and splendor Vostros have sucked our flesh and our bones. The world is sick of the song of the whip. That's the only song I know the Romans.
But we do not want to hear more that song.
At first, all men were equal and live in peace and shared what they had. But now there are two kinds of men: the masters and slaves. But there are more of us than yours, much more. And we are stronger than you, better than Vostro.
Everything is good in mankind belongs to us.
Caring for our women and they remain with us and we fought with them, but Vostros repent your women prostitutes, and our cattle. We cry when we are caught up our children and hide among the sheep in order to keep them a bit more with us, but you criáis your children like cattle. You have children with our women and you sell to the highest bidder in the slave market. Repent ye men on dogs and you send the circus to be depedacen for your pleasure and your noble Roman ladies witness how to kill each other while pat dogs on the side and fed with delicious sweets.
! What detestable gang infects you are and what you have done dirt of life! You have mocked the dreams cherished by man, the work of human hands and the sweat of the man's forehead.
Your own people live and spend lazy days in the circus and the arena. Have undermined human life, stripping of all its value. You are killing for killing, and your finest blood distraction are the feet. You put to work in the mines do little creatures and worked to death. And you have built your greatness robbing the world. Well that has ended. Tell the Senate that all this is over.
This is the voice of the tool.
Tell your Senate to send their armies against us and destroy them as we have destroyed this, and we arm ourselves with the same weapons that you envieis against us. The whole world will hear the voice of the tool, and the slaves of the world will scream! "Rise and break your chains." Advance through Italy and there where the slaves go join us, and then will come the day when we will march on the Eternal City. And then it will not last forever.
Tell that to your Senate.
Tell them we will notify you when we go. And then knock down the walls of Rome. And we will go to the building where it meets your Senate and we will draw from their high and mighty stalls and stripped of their clothes, so they are naked and are tried under the same conditions will always judge us. But the judge fairly and give them a full measure of justice. Every crime they have committed they will be indicted and will be held accountable for everything. Tell them that, so they have time to prepare and examine themselves. Will be called to testify and we have very early memories. Then, when justice has been served, we will build better cities, clean, city without walls where humanity can live together in peace and happily. That's all our message to your Senate. Transmíteselo. Tell
coming from a slave named Spartacus.
That was how he told the soldier, or in a similar way. Graco thought so long and that was how I heard the Senate, with faces like stone.
But it was a long time. It was long ago and almost everything has already been forgotten, and words were not written Spartacus, there is nowhere safe in memory of a few men.
Those words were blacked out even the files of the Senate.
and was well done! Yes! As well done as was the destruction of monuments that the slaves had built and were reduced to dust.
Go back and tell them what you've seen here. Tell them we sent against their cohorts and we destroyed ourselves. Tell them that we are slaves, what they llmana the instrumentum vocale. Voice tool. Tell
what our voices say.
say that the world is sick of them, tired of corrupt vuetro Senate and your corrupt Rome.
The world is weary of wealth and splendor Vostros have sucked our flesh and our bones. The world is sick of the song of the whip. That's the only song I know the Romans.
But we do not want to hear more that song.
At first, all men were equal and live in peace and shared what they had. But now there are two kinds of men: the masters and slaves. But there are more of us than yours, much more. And we are stronger than you, better than Vostro.
Everything is good in mankind belongs to us.
Caring for our women and they remain with us and we fought with them, but Vostros repent your women prostitutes, and our cattle. We cry when we are caught up our children and hide among the sheep in order to keep them a bit more with us, but you criáis your children like cattle. You have children with our women and you sell to the highest bidder in the slave market. Repent ye men on dogs and you send the circus to be depedacen for your pleasure and your noble Roman ladies witness how to kill each other while pat dogs on the side and fed with delicious sweets.
! What detestable gang infects you are and what you have done dirt of life! You have mocked the dreams cherished by man, the work of human hands and the sweat of the man's forehead.
Your own people live and spend lazy days in the circus and the arena. Have undermined human life, stripping of all its value. You are killing for killing, and your finest blood distraction are the feet. You put to work in the mines do little creatures and worked to death. And you have built your greatness robbing the world. Well that has ended. Tell the Senate that all this is over.
This is the voice of the tool.
Tell your Senate to send their armies against us and destroy them as we have destroyed this, and we arm ourselves with the same weapons that you envieis against us. The whole world will hear the voice of the tool, and the slaves of the world will scream! "Rise and break your chains." Advance through Italy and there where the slaves go join us, and then will come the day when we will march on the Eternal City. And then it will not last forever.
Tell that to your Senate.
Tell them we will notify you when we go. And then knock down the walls of Rome. And we will go to the building where it meets your Senate and we will draw from their high and mighty stalls and stripped of their clothes, so they are naked and are tried under the same conditions will always judge us. But the judge fairly and give them a full measure of justice. Every crime they have committed they will be indicted and will be held accountable for everything. Tell them that, so they have time to prepare and examine themselves. Will be called to testify and we have very early memories. Then, when justice has been served, we will build better cities, clean, city without walls where humanity can live together in peace and happily. That's all our message to your Senate. Transmíteselo. Tell
coming from a slave named Spartacus.
That was how he told the soldier, or in a similar way. Graco thought so long and that was how I heard the Senate, with faces like stone.
But it was a long time. It was long ago and almost everything has already been forgotten, and words were not written Spartacus, there is nowhere safe in memory of a few men.
Those words were blacked out even the files of the Senate.
and was well done! Yes! As well done as was the destruction of monuments that the slaves had built and were reduced to dust.
Howard Fast's "Spartacus"
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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(Mario Martinez)
As my days are going, I'm making small and subtle errors. Do not I make very often, but from time to time. One of them took place a month ago. A classmate of Renaissance art civic center of La Castellana uttered a racial slur in the middle of a conversation that took place over coffee in terrace of a bar, after one of those classes. "It must be exciting to commit a sin," he said, then added: "No matter how small. However hard it is after remorse. " Well, my mistake this time was not take the matter closed, not to label this little phrase as vulgar and stupid, even after a month of that incident I surprised myself did not start at that moment to hate that face pathetically child, especially the lips of that phrase that was thrown.
Against all this, I started to think, little by little I was noticing how the sentence had been installed in the living room of my subconscious, but at first it was something tiny, it was getting bigger and taking shape as transcurrría week.
Because, even though that phrase stalled on me, did not instantly, and you can not say that Alice, the author of it, was like a bow shooter with his arrow hits the target at first attempt, but it took a full minute to settle, as I said, in my mind, I saw in that period of silence that followed, like Andrew, the companion who was with Alicia and me on the terrace, smiled almost imperceptibly. His was a fleeting smile, but intelligent, and mature.
Three weeks after that, I had the opportunity to have a conversation Andres, me and him alone. He was talking about fifteen minutes and, despite my efforts to avoid it, most of what he told me I missed, I was still toying with the vulgar phrase Alicia. Andrew
showed talkative that day, his talk seemed to have no end. I took the thread when he was about to end. As he spoke, I thought at the time of his arrest, telling him that he could not continue if he was going so fast. However, it was he who stopped. Then I looked. And he spoke.
- Do you think of anything? "He asked.
"Nothing," I replied. Wanted to show me proud, to show that nothing why did happen to me. However, that "nothing" had sounded little sound, barely audible.
-Ya, "Andrew said, sarcastically.
then explained what was happening. I explained the mental damage he had caused the words of Alice in me. The unbearable contrast arose from dislike to comment on whether and whom he had spoken, and he no longer had provoked dependence have been mulling over for a whole week, there was the fact that emotional pandemonium anyone could have avoided giving closed that case from the beginning, could have been avoided had once uttered the phrase, I had listed as vulgar and would forgotten it all started for having begun to give some importance.
"Yeah," agreed Andrew when he had finished my explanation. Then both sat in silence, weighing maybe he told everything, and I waiting for an answer I was helpful. At the end asked, to my surprise -: What are you doing tonight?
That provoked, as I said, my surprise, then dismayed, and finally resigned myself exhausted, and asked him what he meant by that.
"I'd like to take a place," said Andrew, but before I could express my steadfast refusal, he added: "I do not take no for an answer.
So in the end I accepted.
When we were about to get Andrew asked which was the special place that I wanted to take. I said with a heavy heart, having seen out the window on my side how a group of kids were around adolescence, possibly unleashing a brutal beating of a person you could not see. "There is a special place itself," said Andrew. "I just want you to see something." From what I had no doubt was that it was dark a lot and we were in a paragraph and rather controversial area of \u200b\u200bMadrid where I had never been. The car stopped and Andrew and I went down. Then I saw Andrew crossing the street to see that there were no cars. I figured it should continue, so I followed. He stopped in front of a van parked across the street. When I got to where he was, I made signs that we were going to be there. "Alicia is there," said Andrew. "What is there?" I asked. "You peek and see, but try not to see you." Surprised and scared at the same time, I looked.
Alicia was on the terrace of a grimy bar surrounded by men who drank beer in bottles. Alicia was the only woman there and with his left hand stroked the pubic area of \u200b\u200bone of the men sitting next to him, as he said things close to your ear. I could not see how Alicia was dressed from the waist down, but I could imagine.
I became excited, and Andrew asked us to go. He nodded and agreed.
When we were far from that neighborhood, I questioned Andrew. "But specifically, what did you get through this ...?, I mean, bringing me here. I could have said and would have sufficed. " "Telling you," Andrew said as he drove and I watched him, not me pudieses believed, moreover, was better than you had ever seen. " "Why?" I inquired, the edge hysteria. But Andrew was silent.
That did not disappear entirely my little obsession with the phrase uttered by that girl, but attenuated. However, do not know yet if that was what I wanted to help Andrew and he never told me.
As my days are going, I'm making small and subtle errors. Do not I make very often, but from time to time. One of them took place a month ago. A classmate of Renaissance art civic center of La Castellana uttered a racial slur in the middle of a conversation that took place over coffee in terrace of a bar, after one of those classes. "It must be exciting to commit a sin," he said, then added: "No matter how small. However hard it is after remorse. " Well, my mistake this time was not take the matter closed, not to label this little phrase as vulgar and stupid, even after a month of that incident I surprised myself did not start at that moment to hate that face pathetically child, especially the lips of that phrase that was thrown.
Against all this, I started to think, little by little I was noticing how the sentence had been installed in the living room of my subconscious, but at first it was something tiny, it was getting bigger and taking shape as transcurrría week.
Because, even though that phrase stalled on me, did not instantly, and you can not say that Alice, the author of it, was like a bow shooter with his arrow hits the target at first attempt, but it took a full minute to settle, as I said, in my mind, I saw in that period of silence that followed, like Andrew, the companion who was with Alicia and me on the terrace, smiled almost imperceptibly. His was a fleeting smile, but intelligent, and mature.
Three weeks after that, I had the opportunity to have a conversation Andres, me and him alone. He was talking about fifteen minutes and, despite my efforts to avoid it, most of what he told me I missed, I was still toying with the vulgar phrase Alicia. Andrew
showed talkative that day, his talk seemed to have no end. I took the thread when he was about to end. As he spoke, I thought at the time of his arrest, telling him that he could not continue if he was going so fast. However, it was he who stopped. Then I looked. And he spoke.
- Do you think of anything? "He asked.
"Nothing," I replied. Wanted to show me proud, to show that nothing why did happen to me. However, that "nothing" had sounded little sound, barely audible.
-Ya, "Andrew said, sarcastically.
then explained what was happening. I explained the mental damage he had caused the words of Alice in me. The unbearable contrast arose from dislike to comment on whether and whom he had spoken, and he no longer had provoked dependence have been mulling over for a whole week, there was the fact that emotional pandemonium anyone could have avoided giving closed that case from the beginning, could have been avoided had once uttered the phrase, I had listed as vulgar and would forgotten it all started for having begun to give some importance.
"Yeah," agreed Andrew when he had finished my explanation. Then both sat in silence, weighing maybe he told everything, and I waiting for an answer I was helpful. At the end asked, to my surprise -: What are you doing tonight?
That provoked, as I said, my surprise, then dismayed, and finally resigned myself exhausted, and asked him what he meant by that.
"I'd like to take a place," said Andrew, but before I could express my steadfast refusal, he added: "I do not take no for an answer.
So in the end I accepted.
When we were about to get Andrew asked which was the special place that I wanted to take. I said with a heavy heart, having seen out the window on my side how a group of kids were around adolescence, possibly unleashing a brutal beating of a person you could not see. "There is a special place itself," said Andrew. "I just want you to see something." From what I had no doubt was that it was dark a lot and we were in a paragraph and rather controversial area of \u200b\u200bMadrid where I had never been. The car stopped and Andrew and I went down. Then I saw Andrew crossing the street to see that there were no cars. I figured it should continue, so I followed. He stopped in front of a van parked across the street. When I got to where he was, I made signs that we were going to be there. "Alicia is there," said Andrew. "What is there?" I asked. "You peek and see, but try not to see you." Surprised and scared at the same time, I looked.
Alicia was on the terrace of a grimy bar surrounded by men who drank beer in bottles. Alicia was the only woman there and with his left hand stroked the pubic area of \u200b\u200bone of the men sitting next to him, as he said things close to your ear. I could not see how Alicia was dressed from the waist down, but I could imagine.
I became excited, and Andrew asked us to go. He nodded and agreed.
When we were far from that neighborhood, I questioned Andrew. "But specifically, what did you get through this ...?, I mean, bringing me here. I could have said and would have sufficed. " "Telling you," Andrew said as he drove and I watched him, not me pudieses believed, moreover, was better than you had ever seen. " "Why?" I inquired, the edge hysteria. But Andrew was silent.
That did not disappear entirely my little obsession with the phrase uttered by that girl, but attenuated. However, do not know yet if that was what I wanted to help Andrew and he never told me.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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Now, Saturday, workshop and writing stand-up comic
you like to laugh?
Your friends celebrate your occurrences?
say you're a character? Take advantage of this potential and transform it into stand-up monologue.
started off May with a new workshop for you decide to enjoy the pleasure of having fun and making people laugh with the things that happen every day. When: From 9 May to 25 July (three months consisting of 12 classes) Saturdays from 13 to 15 hours.
Where? Area Cultural La Salita, Hipolito Yrigoyen 1862, before Congress.
To learn more and to register, contact the 15-40-39-0413 or info.cursos.standup @ gmail.com
More details
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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The walls speak
Poetry of David Gonzalez. Good lyrical truths.
Poetry of David Gonzalez. Good lyrical truths.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Where Do You Get Herpes In Pubic Area?
In April, New super intensive workshop Stand Up!
you like to laugh?
Your friends celebrate your occurrences?
say you're a character?
advantage that potential and transform it into a stand-up monologue.
We started April with a new workshop for you decide to enjoy the pleasure of having fun and making people laugh with the things that happen every day.
When?
1 April to 24 June (three months consisting of 12 classes)
Wednesday from 20-22 am.
Where?
Art Center Av Callao 86, 4 º derecha, a block of Congress.
To learn more and to register, contact the 15-40-39-0413 or to info.cursos.standup @ gmail.com
More details http://www.alternativateatral.com/curso3765-taller-superintensivo-de-stand -up-comedy-and-write-humorous
you like to laugh?
Your friends celebrate your occurrences?
say you're a character?
advantage that potential and transform it into a stand-up monologue.
We started April with a new workshop for you decide to enjoy the pleasure of having fun and making people laugh with the things that happen every day.
When?
1 April to 24 June (three months consisting of 12 classes)
Wednesday from 20-22 am.
Where?
Art Center Av Callao 86, 4 º derecha, a block of Congress.
To learn more and to register, contact the 15-40-39-0413 or to info.cursos.standup @ gmail.com
More details http://www.alternativateatral.com/curso3765-taller-superintensivo-de-stand -up-comedy-and-write-humorous
Chronically Late Period
Exercise Torre Llobet - The description in fantasy
Hi everyone!
I remind you that next Tuesday the exercise is as follows: Story
where clearly see a world of Sci-Fi or fantasy. Monitor the description that will be the topic at hand (3 pages / double spaced / letter 12)
Recommended Reading:
Clockwork Orange. A. Burgess
Melniboné Elric. M. Moorcock
As the latter is hard to find set at the entrance that makes this novel.
Melniboné Elric (M. Moorcock)
His flesh is the color of a sun-bleached skull and long hair that falls on men is milky white. At its head is slender with beautiful highlights two slanted eyes, sad and crimson, and the wide sleeves of her yellow blouse emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone, resting in the arms of a throne carved from a single, huge ruby.
crimson eyes show concern and, occasionally, a hand up to touch a light helmet, placed on white hair, a helmet made of an alloy exquisitely dark green clay into the shape of a dragon on the verge of take flight. And in the hand caressing the gesture crown away, wearing a ring with a rare solo Actorie stone whose hearts are changed at times lazily and take new forms like smoke has a conscience, so restless in his prison diamond as young albino in Ruby Throne. It provides extensive
staircase steps in which quartz entertains the court, dancing with such delicacy and ethereal grace that seems a procession of ghosts. He mentally reflect on moral issues and that activity alone, separating it from the vast majority of his subjects, as they are not human.
These are the people of Melniboné, Dragon Island, who ruled the world for ten thousand years, and he lost his command for less than five hundred years. They are cruel and clever people, and for them, morality is not beyond the due respect for the traditions of a hundred centuries.
For the young, four hundred twenty-eight direct descendant of the first Emperor of Melniboné Brujo, the arrogance of the people is presumptuous and stupid, it is clear that the Isle of the Dragon has lost most of its power and soon, in a couple of centuries, is threatened by a direct conflict with the human nations to rise to that call with a certain condescending, the Young Kingdoms. In fact, some fleets have already pirate raids on Imrryr unsuccessfully Beautiful, Dream City, capital of Melniboné, Dragon Island.
And yet, even the closest friends of the emperor refused to discuss the possibility of declining Melniboné. Dislike hearing him mention the subject and consider their comments inconceivable and, indeed, a serious lack of good taste. So the emperor
meditate alone. He complains that his father, Sadric LXXXVI, had not had more children, as well as could have its place in the Ruby Throne another suitable monarch. Sadric died a year ago, muttering a cheerful welcome which went to reclaim his soul. Sadric had not known during most of his life, another woman his wife, but the Empress had died to give birth to their only offspring, that being short of blood. In fact, Sadric, in their emotions Melniboné (so different and alien to those of humans newcomers), had always loved his wife and found no pleasure in any other company, even in the child caused his death and that was all that remained of it. Magic potions, strange herbs and incantations which fed the little life artificially maintained all the arts of Kings Melniboné Wizards. And it has survived, still does, thanks only to witchcraft, as Elric is extremely languid nature without their potions, could barely raise his hand to the throne all day.
If any advantage has won the young emperor of this continuing weakness may be that, of necessity, have read a lot. Before the age of fifteen he had read all the volumes in the library of his father, some more than once. Its Sadric initially hidden powers are far superior to those possessed by their ancestors for many generations. Has a profound world beyond the shores of Melniboné, although no direct experience of it. If so desired, could resurrect the ancient power of the Dragon Isle and govern this and the Young Kingdoms as a tyrant invulnerable. But his readings have also taught him to wonder about the use to which the power to question his motives, even questioning whether he should use his own, for any reason. His readings have led to this moral, however, only covers. So for his subjects is an enigma and, for some, a threat because the albino not think or act according to their charges on how to think and act a real Melniboné (and more specifically, an emperor of Melniboné). His cousin Yyrkoon, for example, has been heard more than once expressed deep doubts about the emperor's right to govern the people of Melniboné. "That sickly bookworm take us all to ruin," said one evening to Dyvim Tvar, Lord of the Caves of the Dragon. Dyvim
Tvar is one of the few friends of the emperor and had hastened to report the comment, but the young monarch downplay the issue calling it a betrayal trivial, when any of his predecessors would have rewarded such feelings with a slow and refined public performance.
emperor's attitude is further complicated by the fact that Yyrkoon, now we hardly hide his feelings that should be the one who occupied the throne, is the brother of Cymoril, the albino girl who considered him more friend and who, someday, want to empress.
In the mosaic floor of the court may be the prince Yyrkoon with their finest silks and furs, with her jewels and brocades, dancing with a hundred women, all of which it is said, have been lovers at some point. Morays Yyrkoon factions, both beautiful and moody, are framed by long black hair, ondulado y ungido de aceites; su expresión es, como siempre, sardónica y su porte arrogante. La pesada capa de brocado se mece a un lado y a otro, sacudiendo a los demás bailarines con cierta fuerza. La lleva casi como si fuera una armadura o, quizás, un arma. Entre muchos de los cortesanos, el príncipe Yyrkoon goza de algo más que respeto. Pocos se sienten heridos por su arrogancia, e incluso estos guardan silencio, pues se sabe que Yyrkoon es también un brujo de consideración. Además su comportamiento es el que la corte espera y agradece en un noble Melniboné; es el que desearía n ver en su emperador.
Y el emperador lo sabe. Le gustaría complacer a su corte, que se esfuerza en halagarle con bailes and entertainment, but can not be encouraged to participate in that, privately, consider a sequence of postures tedious and irritating rituals. In this, perhaps even more arrogant than Yyrkoon, who is quite brute.
From the porches, the music gets higher and more complex when the slaves, specially trained and underwent surgery to sing a single note perfect, are stimulated to a more passionate effort. Even the young emperor is moved by the sinister harmony of the song, which kinda looks like nothing so far released by a human throat. Why should their pain produce such splendid beauty, she wonders. Or is that all Beauty is created through the pain? Is this the secret of great art, in Melniboné as among humans? Emperor Elric
close your eyes.
Hi everyone!
I remind you that next Tuesday the exercise is as follows: Story
where clearly see a world of Sci-Fi or fantasy. Monitor the description that will be the topic at hand (3 pages / double spaced / letter 12)
Recommended Reading:
Clockwork Orange. A. Burgess
Melniboné Elric. M. Moorcock
As the latter is hard to find set at the entrance that makes this novel.
Melniboné Elric (M. Moorcock)
His flesh is the color of a sun-bleached skull and long hair that falls on men is milky white. At its head is slender with beautiful highlights two slanted eyes, sad and crimson, and the wide sleeves of her yellow blouse emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone, resting in the arms of a throne carved from a single, huge ruby.
crimson eyes show concern and, occasionally, a hand up to touch a light helmet, placed on white hair, a helmet made of an alloy exquisitely dark green clay into the shape of a dragon on the verge of take flight. And in the hand caressing the gesture crown away, wearing a ring with a rare solo Actorie stone whose hearts are changed at times lazily and take new forms like smoke has a conscience, so restless in his prison diamond as young albino in Ruby Throne. It provides extensive
staircase steps in which quartz entertains the court, dancing with such delicacy and ethereal grace that seems a procession of ghosts. He mentally reflect on moral issues and that activity alone, separating it from the vast majority of his subjects, as they are not human.
These are the people of Melniboné, Dragon Island, who ruled the world for ten thousand years, and he lost his command for less than five hundred years. They are cruel and clever people, and for them, morality is not beyond the due respect for the traditions of a hundred centuries.
For the young, four hundred twenty-eight direct descendant of the first Emperor of Melniboné Brujo, the arrogance of the people is presumptuous and stupid, it is clear that the Isle of the Dragon has lost most of its power and soon, in a couple of centuries, is threatened by a direct conflict with the human nations to rise to that call with a certain condescending, the Young Kingdoms. In fact, some fleets have already pirate raids on Imrryr unsuccessfully Beautiful, Dream City, capital of Melniboné, Dragon Island.
And yet, even the closest friends of the emperor refused to discuss the possibility of declining Melniboné. Dislike hearing him mention the subject and consider their comments inconceivable and, indeed, a serious lack of good taste. So the emperor
meditate alone. He complains that his father, Sadric LXXXVI, had not had more children, as well as could have its place in the Ruby Throne another suitable monarch. Sadric died a year ago, muttering a cheerful welcome which went to reclaim his soul. Sadric had not known during most of his life, another woman his wife, but the Empress had died to give birth to their only offspring, that being short of blood. In fact, Sadric, in their emotions Melniboné (so different and alien to those of humans newcomers), had always loved his wife and found no pleasure in any other company, even in the child caused his death and that was all that remained of it. Magic potions, strange herbs and incantations which fed the little life artificially maintained all the arts of Kings Melniboné Wizards. And it has survived, still does, thanks only to witchcraft, as Elric is extremely languid nature without their potions, could barely raise his hand to the throne all day.
If any advantage has won the young emperor of this continuing weakness may be that, of necessity, have read a lot. Before the age of fifteen he had read all the volumes in the library of his father, some more than once. Its Sadric initially hidden powers are far superior to those possessed by their ancestors for many generations. Has a profound world beyond the shores of Melniboné, although no direct experience of it. If so desired, could resurrect the ancient power of the Dragon Isle and govern this and the Young Kingdoms as a tyrant invulnerable. But his readings have also taught him to wonder about the use to which the power to question his motives, even questioning whether he should use his own, for any reason. His readings have led to this moral, however, only covers. So for his subjects is an enigma and, for some, a threat because the albino not think or act according to their charges on how to think and act a real Melniboné (and more specifically, an emperor of Melniboné). His cousin Yyrkoon, for example, has been heard more than once expressed deep doubts about the emperor's right to govern the people of Melniboné. "That sickly bookworm take us all to ruin," said one evening to Dyvim Tvar, Lord of the Caves of the Dragon. Dyvim
Tvar is one of the few friends of the emperor and had hastened to report the comment, but the young monarch downplay the issue calling it a betrayal trivial, when any of his predecessors would have rewarded such feelings with a slow and refined public performance.
emperor's attitude is further complicated by the fact that Yyrkoon, now we hardly hide his feelings that should be the one who occupied the throne, is the brother of Cymoril, the albino girl who considered him more friend and who, someday, want to empress.
In the mosaic floor of the court may be the prince Yyrkoon with their finest silks and furs, with her jewels and brocades, dancing with a hundred women, all of which it is said, have been lovers at some point. Morays Yyrkoon factions, both beautiful and moody, are framed by long black hair, ondulado y ungido de aceites; su expresión es, como siempre, sardónica y su porte arrogante. La pesada capa de brocado se mece a un lado y a otro, sacudiendo a los demás bailarines con cierta fuerza. La lleva casi como si fuera una armadura o, quizás, un arma. Entre muchos de los cortesanos, el príncipe Yyrkoon goza de algo más que respeto. Pocos se sienten heridos por su arrogancia, e incluso estos guardan silencio, pues se sabe que Yyrkoon es también un brujo de consideración. Además su comportamiento es el que la corte espera y agradece en un noble Melniboné; es el que desearía n ver en su emperador.
Y el emperador lo sabe. Le gustaría complacer a su corte, que se esfuerza en halagarle con bailes and entertainment, but can not be encouraged to participate in that, privately, consider a sequence of postures tedious and irritating rituals. In this, perhaps even more arrogant than Yyrkoon, who is quite brute.
From the porches, the music gets higher and more complex when the slaves, specially trained and underwent surgery to sing a single note perfect, are stimulated to a more passionate effort. Even the young emperor is moved by the sinister harmony of the song, which kinda looks like nothing so far released by a human throat. Why should their pain produce such splendid beauty, she wonders. Or is that all Beauty is created through the pain? Is this the secret of great art, in Melniboné as among humans? Emperor Elric
close your eyes.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sitting On Man Stomach
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Recipe On Commercial Of Velveeta And Rotel
Pantry (Pilar Moreno)
When he left the subway, Margaret headed the street at a brisk pace since late for work. To gain some time, entered the alley leading into the back of the store.
The portal was gloomy and sinister, those old ones that give the sensation that you enter the dungeons of a castle instead of behind the scenes at a local furniture design that was where he worked Marga.
Suddenly he felt a presence behind her. When I went to turn it prevented a large hand he dug his fingers into the throat so hard that he could not articulate even a single groan. Vanished.
woke up in the store, gagged with tape, with arms raised and tied to a railing was well above his head.
A few yards he was, excited, in the dark, without a word, or gesture, noting his despair, the urine that trickled down her shapely legs, her whole body trembling, cold, fear, uncertainty ... So, naked before him, he could not conceal the slightest expression of terror which would make him feel.
She pleaded with bulging eyes, did not understand.
heard a nasal breathing and appeared out of the darkness a great dog, dogo argentino, black, slimy and very breathless. At a command from his master, the dog approached her and started licking. She writhed in a circle on the binding of his hands, hurting deeply. He felt the blood rolling down his arms. The dog also and joined the huge legs posing in his chest to lick the red river that was sliding over her shoulders. I felt her hot breath in the face, the drool dripping on your skin trembling, foul language the huge and scratching the skin scraping, crawling over and over again. She dared not haggard looking jaw that could tear an arm or head of a mouthful. .
Until you let it clean is not low to the ground but continued sniffing all over her body. Also licked all the urine was blasted for its legs. Puddle soil absorbed as if it were fresh water and stepped back to bow at the feet of his master.
A pat on the back and out loud, deafening to the ears of Marga, the even more worried if fit. Noto
a puncture in his stomach, buttocks, looked and saw only small holes for leaving drops of blood, pecked incessantly, wounding her in the most sensitive parts, breasts, armpits, English. Nails were bricolage gun, fired at full power is embedded in the flesh. Their screams drowned
made him come arcades, was drowning, I could hardly breathe through the nose as vomiting was coming out, trying to control, resist, kicking against anything, each time with less strength, ... heard a noise on the floor ... .. as nails, proved darts with sharp points and heavy.
He pointed to his feet and she jumped trying to avoid them, until they ended up using his body as a target and she lost consciousness. Take about ten diving when he started to bleed with you was right in the jugular. It formed a huge puddle around his body viscous inert.
Quench your craving for this macabre scene, was satisfied. He got up, motioned to Gros, the dog, to clean everything and went away, knowing that would good account of it when he felt hungry.
I saw him once every two weeks, but nothing was a dog unattended, it was enough to let him eat a luncheon for those two weeks, just the time he needed to not go crazy and go back to realize their fantasies.
closed the gate of the ancient underground dungeon, rose, took off his huge cloak that covered her looking in the mirror and adjusted his tie, stood the elegant American and wiped the dust from their shoes.
Although much delayed, it was time to open the store.
Pilar Moreno, January 22, 2009
When he left the subway, Margaret headed the street at a brisk pace since late for work. To gain some time, entered the alley leading into the back of the store.
The portal was gloomy and sinister, those old ones that give the sensation that you enter the dungeons of a castle instead of behind the scenes at a local furniture design that was where he worked Marga.
Suddenly he felt a presence behind her. When I went to turn it prevented a large hand he dug his fingers into the throat so hard that he could not articulate even a single groan. Vanished.
woke up in the store, gagged with tape, with arms raised and tied to a railing was well above his head.
A few yards he was, excited, in the dark, without a word, or gesture, noting his despair, the urine that trickled down her shapely legs, her whole body trembling, cold, fear, uncertainty ... So, naked before him, he could not conceal the slightest expression of terror which would make him feel.
She pleaded with bulging eyes, did not understand.
heard a nasal breathing and appeared out of the darkness a great dog, dogo argentino, black, slimy and very breathless. At a command from his master, the dog approached her and started licking. She writhed in a circle on the binding of his hands, hurting deeply. He felt the blood rolling down his arms. The dog also and joined the huge legs posing in his chest to lick the red river that was sliding over her shoulders. I felt her hot breath in the face, the drool dripping on your skin trembling, foul language the huge and scratching the skin scraping, crawling over and over again. She dared not haggard looking jaw that could tear an arm or head of a mouthful. .
Until you let it clean is not low to the ground but continued sniffing all over her body. Also licked all the urine was blasted for its legs. Puddle soil absorbed as if it were fresh water and stepped back to bow at the feet of his master.
A pat on the back and out loud, deafening to the ears of Marga, the even more worried if fit. Noto
a puncture in his stomach, buttocks, looked and saw only small holes for leaving drops of blood, pecked incessantly, wounding her in the most sensitive parts, breasts, armpits, English. Nails were bricolage gun, fired at full power is embedded in the flesh. Their screams drowned
made him come arcades, was drowning, I could hardly breathe through the nose as vomiting was coming out, trying to control, resist, kicking against anything, each time with less strength, ... heard a noise on the floor ... .. as nails, proved darts with sharp points and heavy.
He pointed to his feet and she jumped trying to avoid them, until they ended up using his body as a target and she lost consciousness. Take about ten diving when he started to bleed with you was right in the jugular. It formed a huge puddle around his body viscous inert.
Quench your craving for this macabre scene, was satisfied. He got up, motioned to Gros, the dog, to clean everything and went away, knowing that would good account of it when he felt hungry.
I saw him once every two weeks, but nothing was a dog unattended, it was enough to let him eat a luncheon for those two weeks, just the time he needed to not go crazy and go back to realize their fantasies.
closed the gate of the ancient underground dungeon, rose, took off his huge cloak that covered her looking in the mirror and adjusted his tie, stood the elegant American and wiped the dust from their shoes.
Although much delayed, it was time to open the store.
Pilar Moreno, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Can You Turn A Weedeater In To A Boat Motor
Travel Writer - Christopher Vogler - Download
The travel writer has become a real classic reference work among writers from around the world. Thousands of renowned writers, filmmakers, writers and students from many countries have already checked the creative potential of Christopher Vogler's proposals, because they go beyond mere advice to the design and the resolution of stories and talk to each writer differently.
The travel writer has become a real classic reference work among writers from around the world. Thousands of renowned writers, filmmakers, writers and students from many countries have already checked the creative potential of Christopher Vogler's proposals, because they go beyond mere advice to the design and the resolution of stories and talk to each writer differently.
Madison Wi Brazilian Waxing
The Hero Thousand Faces - Download
Campbell
early age he devoted himself to investigate the importance of myths in the individual and collective behavior of man. Discovered, making a detailed historical study of various mythologies and religions in the world, there are issues common to them all. His insights were largely inspired by the famous psychiatrist CG Jung, who believed that there are archetypes in the collective unconscious. The archetypes are a kind of biological memory common to all human beings. Campbell studies highlighted the importance of the hero in all human cultures of all time. It also developed the hypothesis that the hero goes through cycles, which constitute the path of the hero, with a common cultural pattern: separation - removal, initiation - understanding return - return to society and transforming it.
Campbell, after he abandoned his doctoral thesis, due to disagreement with the hard line of the academic world, he began his teaching career in 1934 at Sarah Lawrence College, where he remained for thirty-eight years.
The general approach of his best known works, The Hero with a Thousand Faces and The Masks of God, is to point out the significant overlap observed between the symbolism of dreams and elements characteristic of myths. The author makes an exposition of these elements, profusely illustrated with references to mythology of diverse cultural groups. The departure, initiation, and return the apotheosis are essential components of the adventure of the hero and identified time and again the legends, traditions and rituals of the peoples of the world: Polynesian and Greek myths, legends African , in the traditions of Native Americans, in fairy tales and even in certain symbols of the great religions today. Campbell
indicates the possibility that these symbolic systems represent natural creations of the human mind, hence the diffusion-and noted that the perturbed state of Western society in recent times may well be due to the progressive discrediting who have fallen in the mythologies and rationalization suffered by them, which the symbolic images take refuge in their home - the unconscious - and the isolated individual has to face the dilemmas that once successfully solved systems collective mythology.
Campbell
early age he devoted himself to investigate the importance of myths in the individual and collective behavior of man. Discovered, making a detailed historical study of various mythologies and religions in the world, there are issues common to them all. His insights were largely inspired by the famous psychiatrist CG Jung, who believed that there are archetypes in the collective unconscious. The archetypes are a kind of biological memory common to all human beings. Campbell studies highlighted the importance of the hero in all human cultures of all time. It also developed the hypothesis that the hero goes through cycles, which constitute the path of the hero, with a common cultural pattern: separation - removal, initiation - understanding return - return to society and transforming it.
Campbell, after he abandoned his doctoral thesis, due to disagreement with the hard line of the academic world, he began his teaching career in 1934 at Sarah Lawrence College, where he remained for thirty-eight years.
The general approach of his best known works, The Hero with a Thousand Faces and The Masks of God, is to point out the significant overlap observed between the symbolism of dreams and elements characteristic of myths. The author makes an exposition of these elements, profusely illustrated with references to mythology of diverse cultural groups. The departure, initiation, and return the apotheosis are essential components of the adventure of the hero and identified time and again the legends, traditions and rituals of the peoples of the world: Polynesian and Greek myths, legends African , in the traditions of Native Americans, in fairy tales and even in certain symbols of the great religions today. Campbell
indicates the possibility that these symbolic systems represent natural creations of the human mind, hence the diffusion-and noted that the perturbed state of Western society in recent times may well be due to the progressive discrediting who have fallen in the mythologies and rationalization suffered by them, which the symbolic images take refuge in their home - the unconscious - and the isolated individual has to face the dilemmas that once successfully solved systems collective mythology.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Chelsea Charms Galeria 2010
ADDICTED TO HUMOR - WE IN FEBRUARY!
The crowd cheers us and we owe him, so, for those who were left with no miss the show for being vacationing in Cancun, we tell you Addicted to humor, stand up low profile in February following Saturday at 21.00 pm. Terrace Theater in the Paseo La Plaza Bar, Av Corrientes 1660. No miss, new guests and rotating cast comedians.
31/01: Maxi Galeano, Daniel Bernard, Miriam Giménez, Philippe Lecuyer and Monica Ogando.
7 / 02: José "Chapita" Viegas, Gary Lewin, Philippe Lecuyer and Monica Ogando.
14/02: Sergio Manuel, Kate Ferrari, Alicia Ferrari, Philippe Lecuyer and Monica Ogando
21/02: Julian Penhos, Claudia Panno, Philippe Lecuyer and Monica Ogando
28/02: Candela Esperante, Luciana Attias, Alicia Ferrari, Philippe Lecuyer and Monica Ogando.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
No More Warts Chris Gibson
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Antique J.marttiini Knife
Addicts to Humor - January 10 release in Paseo La Plaza
I tell you we started the year wearing a new stand up show with new stand-up who participated in my workshops . With Philippe Lecuyer, Alicia Ferrari, Daniel Bernardez and Claudia Conde, upon presentation of the speaker, Monica Ogando. The hope on 10 January at 21.00 pm. Teatro La Terraza Bar, Paseo La Plaza, Av Corrientes 1660 .
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