<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082</id><updated>2009-12-09T00:35:26.467-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esto También Pasará</title><subtitle type='html'>::  Io sono ribelle, non me piace questo mondo che non porta fantasia ::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-3095369708083357867</id><published>2009-11-03T00:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:07:57.758-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/3095369708083357867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=3095369708083357867' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/3095369708083357867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/3095369708083357867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/Su-QYKJ3ZsI/AAAAAAAABWE/pG5TQJQTWCM/s72-c/t-shirt-sorry-mind-closed-until-futher-notice-724789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-2081484013989628907</id><published>2009-09-14T01:55:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:58:40.330-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vengo de un fin de semana muy "pum para arriba" en que ví el final de la Lista de Schindler y Zeitgeist, y planeo irme a dormir con Paradise Now (joya que encontré de casualidad ayer en Canal 7). Sigo estudiando a la una de la mañana del domingo y MegaUpload ya bajó el 62% de "Los Suicidas", con Hendler. Meintras tanto, en algún lugar de la ciudad, mi psicóloga pide presupuesto para una casa en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/2081484013989628907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=2081484013989628907' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/2081484013989628907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/2081484013989628907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/09/vengo-de-un-fin-de-semana-muy-pum-para.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-5582701052718484051</id><published>2009-09-07T01:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:43:52.795-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TxT</title><summary type='text'>Vistos y oídos en la facultad esta semana..._ Le pasan una hoja de cuaderno doblada a un pibe que está sentado adelante en la otra punta del aula, en un teórico en hora pico: "Che, puto, te anotaste en comu 3 y no me dijiste nada"._ "(...) el hombre sobrevive porque es flexible (...)", se escuchó en una clase sobre televisión, todavía no sé a cuento de qué._ "(...) los muchachos de Comanche no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/5582701052718484051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=5582701052718484051' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/5582701052718484051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/5582701052718484051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/09/txt.html' title='TxT'/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SqSBZNv-SOI/AAAAAAAABVk/P-NaHcQ_fsQ/s72-c/pasillo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-4933344025221287215</id><published>2009-09-07T01:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:13:07.701-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogan...</title><summary type='text'>"Abanderada del pedazo", de Zambayonny con "Cumbiera intelectual", de Kevin Johansen(?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/4933344025221287215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=4933344025221287215' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/4933344025221287215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/4933344025221287215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/09/dialogan.html' title='Dialogan...'/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SqR6MZOWF3I/AAAAAAAABVc/BnLsoPiDVc8/s72-c/tina+fey+smart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-5176419722902671188</id><published>2009-09-07T00:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:06:38.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Los fines de semana son una mierda.Corrección: mis fines de semana son una mierda. Desde que empezaron las clases, la semana (que, no me hagan empezar con el tema de que por cinco trabajados "culturalmente" o lo que sea, nos corresponden dos de "descanso") está cubierta por completo. No hay espacio para la flexibilidad de horarios, de actividades, de nada. Si se hace una salida tiene que ser el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/5176419722902671188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=5176419722902671188' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/5176419722902671188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/5176419722902671188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-fines-de-semana-son-una-mierda.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SqR4iVNfzxI/AAAAAAAABVU/4gzTMZPXo94/s72-c/relaxing-weekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-3059444971284454208</id><published>2009-09-07T00:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:53:42.910-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una de las cosas que me rompe las pelotas cuando, por algún motivo, releo este blog, es darme cuenta de lo amargas que son las cosas que escribo y lo sincera que soy cuando las escribo. Yo no soy así todo el tiempo, pantalla para afuera. O por lo menos, mayormente fuera de mi casa. Por el contrario, allá ("allá") me río de todo y de mí, trato de no mostrar toda la infindad de pequeñas cosas que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/3059444971284454208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=3059444971284454208' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/3059444971284454208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/3059444971284454208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/09/una-de-las-cosas-que-me-rompe-las.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-7148566835744748810</id><published>2009-09-07T00:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:31:44.749-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ODIO esto. No sé en qué momento de mi vida me planteé que podía ser una buena idea (querer) ser periodista, pero aún ahí cuando estaba de lo más entusiasmada, debería haberme dado cuenta que, para mí, es algo tan difícil como aprender a bailar ballet o jugar al fútbol. Tengo que entregar una entrevista esta semana que implica, como mínimo, sentarme enfrente de una desconocida durante treinta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/7148566835744748810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=7148566835744748810' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/7148566835744748810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/7148566835744748810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/09/odio-esto.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-8267637924521550084</id><published>2009-08-27T04:36:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T04:44:16.977-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seis teorías sobre las relaciones</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/8267637924521550084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=8267637924521550084' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/8267637924521550084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/8267637924521550084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/seis-teorias-sobre-las-relaciones.html' title='Seis teorías sobre las relaciones'/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SpYqGfQtPeI/AAAAAAAABU8/cK4BZeySm48/s72-c/true+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-4992688111879774466</id><published>2009-08-24T03:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:22:36.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Cucarachas chasmuscadas, como si las hubieran hecho al horno. Como si fueran higos con patas.   Yo las veía y las ocultaba, abajo de la cama, o directamente las ignoraba en la cocina para que las encontrara otro y se hiciera cargo.  Eso soñé anoche. Eso tengo en mi inconsciente: bichos que son eternos sobrevivientes, pero repugnantes, muertos (no por eso menos repugnantes: sería incapaz de "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/4992688111879774466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=4992688111879774466' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/4992688111879774466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/4992688111879774466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/cucarachas-chasmuscadas-como-si-las.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-1892576628878803954</id><published>2009-08-23T05:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:43:30.321-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decía el post:Si encontraste mi blog, dame una señal.   Pd. Me encantaría.Diría la Julie* optimista, enamoradiza, apasionada pero tímida y encantadora, de comedia romántica con Meg Ryan o alguna otra pelotuda: "me encantaría (que descubrieras este blog de casualidad, conocieras como soy en realidad y te enamoraras de mí)".Diría la Julie* realista, cínica, ácida y atrevida pero amargada y que al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/1892576628878803954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=1892576628878803954' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/1892576628878803954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/1892576628878803954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-encontraste-mi-blog-dame-una-senal.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SpDw0xa2glI/AAAAAAAABUc/4GBQyvJ3wCc/s72-c/blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-3687203249673648345</id><published>2009-08-23T04:58:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:12:00.092-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odio caer en las etiquetas fáciles, pero hoy me dí cuenta que, si la psicóloga va hacia donde estoy pensando*, voy a arrimarme peligrosamente eso que dicen de que las chicas que entregan rápido tienen daddy issues.Siempre digo -mitad en serio, mitad con lástima- que menos mal que no soy linda, o que no tengo un super cuerpo, o que no sé bailar con mínima gracia (de todas maneras, con una de las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/3687203249673648345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=3687203249673648345' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/3687203249673648345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/3687203249673648345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/odio-caer-en-las-etiquetas-faciles-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SpDp8WKoGeI/AAAAAAAABUQ/EqTdia267u4/s72-c/strippers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-8194130632293643581</id><published>2009-08-23T04:20:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:57:11.010-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crónica del sábado dos*</title><summary type='text'>( El subtítulo de esto debería ser "porque no sólo los blogs de minas solas que buscan novio son patéticos". ) ¿Qué hice este sábado a la noche (parte 2)?- Canté la letra de Las mantenidas sin sueños encima del video- Locas de Amor via youtube- Me depilé y me hice las uñas- Aprendí a usar una turbina- Le mandé un mensaje a mi mejor amiga, a las tres de la mañana, contándole lo bien que funcionaba</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/8194130632293643581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=8194130632293643581' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/8194130632293643581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/8194130632293643581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/cronica-del-sabado-dos.html' title='Crónica del sábado dos*'/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SpDoMp0N0CI/AAAAAAAABUI/bRuYS27-U-c/s72-c/beck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-9057357429002533301</id><published>2009-08-20T03:07:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:18:16.667-02:00</updated><title type='text'>(Sic)</title><summary type='text'>Comunicación III. Primer teórico. Cinco frases que pueden funcionar en los estudiantes como cautivadores slogans de refrescante honestidad brutal o como aterradores presagios de doce semanas de trabajos -mentales- forzados: "La relación docente-estudiante es horrible"- afirma el titular de la cátedra- "Ni nosotros tenemos la verdad, ni ustedes tienen el error."  "Esta materia no sirve para un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/9057357429002533301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=9057357429002533301' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/9057357429002533301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/9057357429002533301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/sic.html' title='(Sic)'/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-87223732535588079</id><published>2009-08-20T01:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:42:28.723-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong. You had it once but now it's gone."Lipgloss" (Pulp)  Es apenas un instante, un microsegundo en que el ojo mira-sin-mirar la pantalla para descubrir que hoy tampoco hay mensaje de parte de él. La pelotuda abre facebook cuatro, cinco veces al día, mínimo. Hay veces que más. Si está frente a la computadora, el cursor se va solo al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/87223732535588079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=87223732535588079' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/87223732535588079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/87223732535588079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-nothing-you-do-can-turn-him-on.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SozSWKLPk7I/AAAAAAAABUA/aXJMXHmUb50/s72-c/buzon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-5275828823043946938</id><published>2009-08-18T01:38:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:46:13.578-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sábado a la noche que incluyó:- episodio de Los Soprano, online.- stalking intermitente en Facebook- cantidad razonable de cannabis- posterior bajón culposo con bizcochitos agridulces- casi todos los videos de Blur, via YouTube- treinta minutos de un porno lésbico que encontré bajo el título de "Hot babes making a party", o algo así - episodio tres, temporada dos de True Blood (o cuando el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/5275828823043946938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=5275828823043946938' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/5275828823043946938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/5275828823043946938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabado-la-noche-que-incluyo-episodio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SoojjwPsOtI/AAAAAAAABT4/vahwwa_TIX4/s72-c/RadioactiveManSearch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-5027922408136944974</id><published>2009-08-18T01:12:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:37:50.593-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Puedo recitarlo de memoria, sin volverla a abrir. En la cartera para afrontar el día de mañana ya está: el cuadernito donde estuve anotando las boludeces que se me ocurren últimamente, mp3 recién cargado, auriculares, celular, alargue para poner los auriculares en el celular, llaves, chupetines, "El hombre que fue Jueves" (el libro que estoy leyendo ahora), tic tac azules (para no convidar), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/5027922408136944974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=5027922408136944974' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/5027922408136944974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/5027922408136944974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/puedo-recitarlo-de-memoria-sin-volverla.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/Sooc9uTPnxI/AAAAAAAABTw/MLklDi9rf9E/s72-c/back_to_school_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-6542393010700347988</id><published>2009-08-17T23:28:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:57:32.029-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegrémonos de ser miserables</title><summary type='text'>¿Qué pasaría si estuviéramos pensando todo al revés? ¿Qué pasaría si lo que nos dicen que es "lo mejor" a lo que podemos aspirar, lo que queremos de "la vida" -"ser felices"- no fuera así, no fuera lo que hay que desear, por lo que hay que luchar (si es que existe un concepto tan ridículo como "luchar por la felicidad")?No me voy a poner en paranoica total, y decir que felicidad/conformismo son </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/6542393010700347988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=6542393010700347988' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/6542393010700347988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/6542393010700347988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/alegremenos-de-ser-miserables.html' title='Alegrémonos de ser miserables'/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SooVXaQVHxI/AAAAAAAABTo/io_aroB7CyY/s72-c/chickenthink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-921183034640172847</id><published>2009-08-17T23:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:27:18.516-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ¿Nunca les pasó que no pueden creer que tardaron tanto en conocer algo (una persona, una frase, una película, un libro, lo que sea), y cuando lo "descubren" no sólo es mejor de lo que esperaban, sino que llega en el momento justo?Bueno, eso. Fernando Pessoa  &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/921183034640172847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=921183034640172847' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/921183034640172847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/921183034640172847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/nunca-les-paso-que-no-pueden-creer-que.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-1271965759490116924</id><published>2009-08-17T23:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:14:56.473-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El oído en el colectivo capturó esta frase vía celular: "Yo te acompaño, pero si seguís yendo a Amerika, vas a seguir siendo puto" (!?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/1271965759490116924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=1271965759490116924' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/1271965759490116924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/1271965759490116924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-oido-en-el-colectivo-capturo-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-7399534391750625241</id><published>2009-08-14T03:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:02:57.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasa en las mejores familias</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/7399534391750625241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=7399534391750625241' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/7399534391750625241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/7399534391750625241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasa-en-las-mejores-familias.html' title='Pasa en las mejores familias'/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SoTv5laaNKI/AAAAAAAABTY/PC_8nF-YN3U/s72-c/pasa+en+las+mejores+familias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-365474889818624440</id><published>2009-08-14T01:13:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:59:48.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dos breves de colectivos tempranísimo( I )Cartas de (des) amor No medís las consecuencias. No te das cuenta cuanto lastiman tus palabras hasta que es tarde.   Sos un nene de dos años. Así: una frase por renglón, en birome azul y en un cuaderno de tapa dura. Miraba por la ventana del 140, paraba a pensar un poco, y escribía la siguiente. No supe si era una carta, si iba físicamente destinada a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/365474889818624440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=365474889818624440' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/365474889818624440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/365474889818624440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/dos-breves-de-colectivos-tempranisimo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SoTs01XFghI/AAAAAAAABTQ/EgDGUZzT2js/s72-c/pez_tolosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-718715664057767477</id><published>2009-08-12T01:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:20:25.111-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿Tienen buen gusto porque me gustan o me gustan porque tienen buen gusto?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/718715664057767477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=718715664057767477' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/718715664057767477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/718715664057767477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/tienen-buen-gusto-porque-me-gustan-o-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-4454406417691622251</id><published>2009-08-11T04:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:49:04.791-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diccionario de la lengua española © 2005 Espasa-Calpe:somatizar tr. Transformar inconscientemente una afección psíquica en orgánica.(Me olvidé de contar que, independientemente o no de estos síntomas que se venían preparando hace varios días, la afonía del fin de semana le siguió a una breve -e insatisfactoria para mí, en cuanto a que creo que quedé como una boluda; de nuevo.- conversación </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/4454406417691622251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=4454406417691622251' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/4454406417691622251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/4454406417691622251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/diccionario-de-la-lengua-espanola-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SoEUSPDqB6I/AAAAAAAABSw/7OoHy49kaFk/s72-c/cough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-120496891959910824</id><published>2009-08-11T04:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:36:43.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suena a frase de vieja, a reflexión de perogrullo de vieja sentada en una sala de espera, tratando de motivar a la conversación a otras viejas, pero uno no se da cuenta de que está sano, hasta que se enferma.Una vez medicados los "asuntos" (sic) psicológicos, el insomnio, los ataques de ansiedad, tarde para que sea gripe A y sobre el feriado y el comienzo de clases, finalmente parte de mi cuerpo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/120496891959910824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=120496891959910824' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/120496891959910824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/120496891959910824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/suena-frase-de-vieja-reflexion-de.html' title=''/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/SoERZa2a_LI/AAAAAAAABSo/2Osij2zFZa4/s72-c/kleenex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190818873204390082.post-3684228244384397716</id><published>2009-08-10T02:34:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:49:51.342-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Está encantador...</title><summary type='text'> &gt;&gt; Sigo desenterrando muertos de la computadora. A este le hace falta un poco de trabajo, pero también, ahí va. &lt;&lt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Tahoma; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/feeds/3684228244384397716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2190818873204390082&amp;postID=3684228244384397716' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/3684228244384397716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190818873204390082/posts/default/3684228244384397716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entrelosmedanos.blogspot.com/2009/08/esta-encantador.html' title='Está encantador...'/><author><name>*Julie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18312411564431978479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2igEpXuRNk/Sn-lFOAV2fI/AAAAAAAABSg/9eMzlGVUIc8/s72-c/o_Hortus_Deliciarum_-_Hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>