<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:49:20.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To make this easy for me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-5639796181425818420</id><published>2007-05-15T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:08:56.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have to say “goodbye”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RkqmtyzEnQI/AAAAAAAAABk/Y9ZJc8LcCOQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065044036591852802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RkqmtyzEnQI/AAAAAAAAABk/Y9ZJc8LcCOQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;There are few classes to arrive atthe final of the course and I ‘ve to say to all goodbye but before I‘d like to comment two things about learning with this system of the blogs.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is that I thing I’ve improved a lot my writing because now I’ve few problems to build a phrase and to express what I want with it.&lt;br /&gt;And the second thing: ”the problem of  time”. It’s necessary a lot of time to have an active blog and the time isn’t only a problem in this case… The time has been a problem all the year until the end: our last exams are accumulated!! That stress! But  life is like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and see you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-5639796181425818420?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5639796181425818420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=5639796181425818420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/5639796181425818420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/5639796181425818420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-have-to-say-goodbye.html' title='We have to say “goodbye”'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RkqmtyzEnQI/AAAAAAAAABk/Y9ZJc8LcCOQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-9193611936150621279</id><published>2007-05-03T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:08:06.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief commentary about Little Miss Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RjmKR_HTZNI/AAAAAAAAABc/x-NHHD58x3o/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060227697931936978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RjmKR_HTZNI/AAAAAAAAABc/x-NHHD58x3o/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine is an authentic comedy. The film shows us the portrait of a real American family where the competition, the importance between winners and losers and programs of television of beauty is something normal. They are a dysfunctional family (like some critics describe them) where perhaps the mother is the only rational character of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the brilliant performance by the young girl makes this film amazing. When the film takes a certain dramatic sense, the little girl gives a touch of humour, smoothes the situation. She really gives the movie of honesty and her personality gives colour to a really sad content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-9193611936150621279?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/9193611936150621279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=9193611936150621279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/9193611936150621279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/9193611936150621279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/05/brief-commentary-about-little-miss.html' title='A brief commentary about Little Miss Sunshine'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RjmKR_HTZNI/AAAAAAAAABc/x-NHHD58x3o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-3783615155461389181</id><published>2007-04-17T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:28:42.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BECOMING HUMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RiUnAO_aLlI/AAAAAAAAABU/5IYMxcVHXR0/s1600-h/HOMO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054489041770786386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RiUnAO_aLlI/AAAAAAAAABU/5IYMxcVHXR0/s320/HOMO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can we say the Homo neanderthalensis was an extinguished race like it could be a koala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Homo neanderthalensis are archaic humans that lived in the East of Europe between 150,000 and 30,000 years ago. They could be a geographic variant of early Homo sapiens but with some differences: they had a very large brain size, big face and short of stature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know what happen to them but many believe that they extinguished without contributing in our evolution. The reason is that some investigator who studied the DNA of four species of Neanderthal discovered that Homo neanderthalensis was different than the huma species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can conclude that this species was one of the most intelligent in that time because the brains began to increase in size when a hominid began to eat meat (We must not forget that to eat meat increases the intelligence) and Homo neanderthalensis was one of the first ones in eating meat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-3783615155461389181?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3783615155461389181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=3783615155461389181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/3783615155461389181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/3783615155461389181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/04/becoming-human.html' title='BECOMING HUMAN'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RiUnAO_aLlI/AAAAAAAAABU/5IYMxcVHXR0/s72-c/HOMO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-2253280701216520395</id><published>2007-04-12T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:18:30.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/Rh8oF-_aLkI/AAAAAAAAABM/gz0P56ZuDXk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052801390206398018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/Rh8oF-_aLkI/AAAAAAAAABM/gz0P56ZuDXk/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love doesn’t change. Nowadays, love is like the same love of years and years ago. The only thing that is changing day after day is the people of our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can love our husband, wife, boyfriend…This is the “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. The process to get it is exiting because you have to fall in love and it’s always wonderful although it bears certain suffering without which it would not be the same thing. Then the fondness always stays. This love has always been the same but with one more component: the freedom to choose the sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can love our friends, our relatives, our pets…It’s “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the love to the neighbour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. This kind of love is inside us because we sometimes can't choose with whom to share it. It comes to you: the friends appear in our life at school, at work,…If you decide to have a dog, you love it, and you don’t choose this feeling. And I think I haven’t to say anything about the relatives… This love has always been the same but without one component: we haven’t got enough time to spend on this kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we can found the “&lt;strong&gt;self-&lt;em&gt;esteem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. The self-esteem is necessary to feel well, to be safe… without it we would not be capable of loving the others. This love has always been the same but nowadays our society tries to improve it with superficial solutions like plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can find more types which move around these concepts but unfortunately we know an egoist feeling: “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the love towards the material things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. The more we have the more we want. It’s a strong love for having money, power, properties…but if you think about it, you realise the material love helps to reach others kinds of love. It takes part of all the loves…like always?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-2253280701216520395?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2253280701216520395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=2253280701216520395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/2253280701216520395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/2253280701216520395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-in-21st-century.html' title='Love in the 21st Century'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/Rh8oF-_aLkI/AAAAAAAAABM/gz0P56ZuDXk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-8521366349766322095</id><published>2007-04-04T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T03:37:28.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning! 04/04/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;Today I begin my Easter holidays. I’m very happy because I’m going to go to Madrid to visit my sister and her two daughters. For this reason I’d like to show you my nephews. I adore them. On the right we can see Serina and on the left Georgina:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049469983684507730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RhNSMmmDOFI/AAAAAAAAABE/DRX7TijNWeM/s320/foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are three months old!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope we can visit a lot of places in Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you nice days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-8521366349766322095?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8521366349766322095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=8521366349766322095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/8521366349766322095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/8521366349766322095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-morning-04042007.html' title='Good morning! 04/04/2007'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RhNSMmmDOFI/AAAAAAAAABE/DRX7TijNWeM/s72-c/foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-8388408447054708021</id><published>2007-03-23T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:57:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summaryof a Essay of the New Times York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RgOIDMHuwEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4q02jQ8G7fE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045025595959722050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RgOIDMHuwEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4q02jQ8G7fE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Tracing the Cigarette’s Path From Sexy to Deadly “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By HOWARD MARKEL, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;Published: March 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From the early 1900s to the 1960s cigarettes were a cultural icon of our society. Between the 1930s and 1950s smoking means sophistication and glamour and marketing companies showed us advertising campaigns about the virtues of cigarettes: it become in a sexy style of life, a healthy act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main problem was that in the 1930s , when many Americans began smoking and especially women who wanted to smoke, the effect of the cigarettes hadn’t yet developed. For this reason the scientific studies didn’t evidence a serious health risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1950 a prominent surgeon (Evarts A. Graham) published an article about the relation between smoking and the lung cancer, but the tobacco companies didn’t care about it because they though these studies as mere anecdotes of casualty. The reality was other: disinformation campaigns and the belief that everyone knew cigarettes could be dangerous; it was only a personal choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1980s scientists established the revolutionary concept that nicotine is extremely addictive but the world of the marketing tried to look for a new generation of smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 2004 to nowadays some American judges have concluded that the tobacco industry have engaged in the last 40 years about tobacco’s health dangers. Do you think it’s true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-8388408447054708021?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8388408447054708021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=8388408447054708021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/8388408447054708021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/8388408447054708021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/03/summaryof-essay-of-new-times-york.html' title='Summaryof a Essay of the New Times York'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RgOIDMHuwEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4q02jQ8G7fE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-5351996976131956606</id><published>2007-03-08T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:50:17.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do women have to choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RfCBMRvdUZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HV_ZVPkHMFk/s1600-h/madre_trabajadora_dedicacion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039670030948454802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RfCBMRvdUZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HV_ZVPkHMFk/s320/madre_trabajadora_dedicacion.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It’s so sad when the women have a baby they have to choose between to look after their children or their professional life. In my case, after I’ve been studying during five years a degree and others studies like a “master” and after years of work experience, perhaps one day I can be in this situation. I think it’s terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can avoid this problem with a good organization. I don’t know. What do you think about it?  I don’t understand why this situation it’s not the same for men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-5351996976131956606?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5351996976131956606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=5351996976131956606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/5351996976131956606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/5351996976131956606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-do-women-have-to-choose.html' title='Why do women have to choose?'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RfCBMRvdUZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HV_ZVPkHMFk/s72-c/madre_trabajadora_dedicacion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-8321165964876550894</id><published>2007-03-02T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:42:00.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of the Coolhunters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/Refi3VQyckI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VrjS4WXU7SE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037244148465431106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/Refi3VQyckI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VrjS4WXU7SE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;coolhunters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are people who identify new styles and sell their talent convincing to the companies that their elitist styles are mass potential fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They move around a spiral: when “last thing” approaches the “current thing” and this fact triumphs, more evasive the new thing turns and therefore the services of coolhunters become more necessary to identify the scant top trends. On the other side, it’s necessary companies which turn the feeling of the trendspotter in a mass reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are diverse categories of coolhunters, with different levels of commitment and experience:&lt;br /&gt;- “Gurus”: they receive enormous quantities of money for reports (about fashion, decoration, food, etc.) that they sell to big multinationals.&lt;br /&gt;- “Observant people”: They observe in the street and they receive check-gifts for informing about theirs sensations. They travel constantly to the vanguards capitals in search of the last thing in streetwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it isn’t sufficient with having intuition or being creative to be a good coolhunter. They have to dominate concepts of art history, communication, psychology, scenery, sociology, marketing and graphical and industrial design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the name of reference in the professional coolhunting world is Nelly Rodi. She is the founder of the consulting with her name who offers services of creative advices to companies as L’Oreal from 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we have Daniel Córdoba who created the past year in Barcelona the consultancy “The Hunter”, with 12 local professional and 8 correspondents for the world: Madrid, Bilbao, Valencia, London, Paris, Berlin, New York and Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy the increasing demand of these professionals, we can find postdegrees in coolhunting. There aren’t excuses to accede to this profession. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can avoid to be “uncool”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-8321165964876550894?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8321165964876550894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=8321165964876550894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/8321165964876550894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/8321165964876550894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/03/power-of-coolhunters.html' title='The power of the Coolhunters'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/Refi3VQyckI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VrjS4WXU7SE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-2053024962446975388</id><published>2007-02-04T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:35:41.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RcY4lYNk_KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o9f7ksSTLUQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027768248811453602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RcY4lYNk_KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o9f7ksSTLUQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;January 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night the babies only cried twice. We've slept well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We'd never been in the "Tres Aguas" supermarket in Alcorcón but I liked it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After this busy day with my nieces we needed to go out. Finally, we've gone to an Italian restaurant and we hadn't any problem with the fight between urban tribes. The news has exaggerated much what happened. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-2053024962446975388?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2053024962446975388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=2053024962446975388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/2053024962446975388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/2053024962446975388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/02/diary-entry.html' title='Diary entry'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RcY4lYNk_KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o9f7ksSTLUQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-6571948795134075521</id><published>2007-01-24T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T01:49:17.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiments with animals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All of us try to demonstrate that we follow an ethics moral which is present in our life. For this reason we need to express our feelings about this topic: we love animals and the experiments with them are terrible! But… is there another way to test the results of some new medicines?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, if we think a bit more, we kill animals for eating…and why we can’t do the same for the experiments if the investigators say the animals don’t suffer and we can save lives?&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, can you imagine the life of someone of your family, a friend…depends of one of these experiments? What would you think?&lt;br /&gt;I love animals, I disagree with these experiments but sometimes I have to admit that they’re justified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-6571948795134075521?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/6571948795134075521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=6571948795134075521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/6571948795134075521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/6571948795134075521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/01/experiments-with-animals.html' title='Experiments with animals?'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-677804975896920147</id><published>2007-01-11T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T11:09:05.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MINI SAGA: "PATIENCE IN THE BUSINESS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RaaLGyjHo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HcEzN7ftdvU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018851783515546610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RaaLGyjHo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HcEzN7ftdvU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Chinese businessman grew the bigger rice grains . He thought it was the best business but this rice needed much time to be cooked and Chinese people hadn't time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He export it to Valencia but it was never ready to eat in a 'Paella'. He triumphed in Cuba: "They have patience".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-677804975896920147?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/677804975896920147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=677804975896920147' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/677804975896920147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/677804975896920147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2007/01/mini-saga-patience-in-business.html' title='MINI SAGA: &quot;PATIENCE IN THE BUSINESS&quot;'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyMiFRB9uHk/RaaLGyjHo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HcEzN7ftdvU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116698842117601714</id><published>2006-12-24T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:55:26.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Poet Dies With Help From a Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3931/3995/1600/824371/mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3931/3995/320/158574/mario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Commentary of a news of the New York Times&lt;br /&gt;(By Ian Fisher- Published: December 22, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We know the definition of Euthanasia : "the intentional termination of life by another, at the explicit request of the person who seeks death as a last resort ". Like so many other terms in our language euthanasia has many meanings. Some people define euthanasia to include both voluntary and involuntary termination of life.The result is a confusion among our society with two points of view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On one hand we can consider the euthanasia as a patient voluntarily brings about his or her own death with the assistance of a person. This is the case of Mr. Welby. He decided to stop his suffering because his final will be the same. It's his life and he can decide about it. The person who helps him to obtain his decision to die isn't a criminal; it's his last hope to avoid a major agony. Dr. Mario Riccio, who removed Piergiorgio Welby’s respirator, isn't a criminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the other hand, this term is considered to be murder, for the fact the patient is unable to give a written or verbal consent. This is the point of view of the Roman Catholic Church which opposes euthanasia and for this reason Mr. Welby’s case opens the doors of a debate in Parliament about if Italians, one day, will allow to specify what medical treatment they would accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my opinion, in the United States have the correct and logical system because they assure you that your election will be done and, it's clear, the suffering doesn't form a part of it. United States "allows doctors to prescribe lethal doses of medicine when terminally ill patients request it". It's the best election, why do we have to suffer without any sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/22/world/europe/22italy.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/22/world/europe/22italy.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116698842117601714?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116698842117601714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116698842117601714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116698842117601714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116698842117601714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/12/italian-poet-dies-with-help-from.html' title='Italian Poet Dies With Help From a Doctor'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116651669566867067</id><published>2006-12-19T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:24:55.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUSIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3931/3995/1600/678717/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3931/3995/320/75400/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would like to throw a question: when you lose an illusion for something, do you think it will return? or do you think it isn’t a question that this illusion returns to born because we need to find new or renewed illusions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the world have illusions, intentions... When we don't obtain one of them we can insist or desist, but it depends on the character of the person or on the type of illusion. I believe that the illusion gets lost when you don't have with whom sharing it. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3931/3995/1600/500709/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3931/3995/320/337272/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these dates the majority we have a common illusion: the lottery. Isn’t it? It’s a material illusion but it can make us obtain a lot of other illusions. Would you like to share it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116651669566867067?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116651669566867067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116651669566867067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116651669566867067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116651669566867067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/12/illusions.html' title='ILLUSIONS'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116474661829917806</id><published>2006-11-28T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:43:00.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the blogs of the class I think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ve tried to read all the blogs that I’ve thought it could be interesting to me. It’s difficult to choose one of them as the favourite because it depends on your needs of every moment, yours preferences, if you feel identify with his/her thought,…For this reason I have decided in the first place that it’s important to give my own classification about kinds of blogs and then I have assigned one favourite blog to every kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think we can find three types of blogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1.- Blogs where you can feel identify emotionally: Redapple&lt;br /&gt;2.- Blogs that make you to give them an opinion: Ladybird&lt;br /&gt;3.- Blogs that contain curious information about interesting and funny thinks. Perhaps they can make you laugh: Blog Writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the blog of Redapple we can read few writings but I enjoy a lot how this person describes what he/she likes. He/she uses a &lt;strong&gt;poetic vocabulary&lt;/strong&gt; where you can imagine you’re reading a poem and it doesn’t need a rhyme to check that you think and feel the same. I’d like he/she writes more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ladybird always finishes his/her writings with a question and for this reason it’s &lt;strong&gt;easy to comment&lt;/strong&gt; about them. If you like to give your opinion about actual topics that perhaps they can have an effect on you, you must visit his/her blog. It’s an active blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blog Writer has a peculiar writings. He/she write about unusual topics and it motivates the reader to pay attention and you can obtain &lt;strong&gt;new knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;. The images help to orientate about the topic. It’s an active blog too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Poetic vocabulary + easy to comment + new knowledge = my favourite blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116474661829917806?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116474661829917806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116474661829917806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116474661829917806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116474661829917806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-blogs-of-class-i-think.html' title='About the blogs of the class I think...'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116470145751399453</id><published>2006-11-28T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:45:04.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some advice to prevent a cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/resfry.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/320/resfry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We must &lt;strong&gt;clean our nose&lt;/strong&gt; when we notice the first symptoms: in the first suspicious sneeze we must go to the bath and clean our nose.&lt;br /&gt;- We must &lt;strong&gt;augment our defences&lt;/strong&gt; when we notice the first symptoms: you must drink a glass of hot milk with honey or an orange juice with honey every two or three hours until this symptoms disappear.&lt;br /&gt;- We must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be warm the foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- We must have a &lt;strong&gt;good feeding&lt;/strong&gt;: we must have a good breakfast in the morning. It’s necessary to eat a lot of fruits and vegetables, especially if they are rich in C vitamin.&lt;br /&gt;- We must drink &lt;strong&gt;a lot of liqu&lt;/strong&gt;ids all the time.&lt;br /&gt;- We must obtain a &lt;strong&gt;humid atmosphere&lt;/strong&gt;: if our nasal membrane is parched, the virus can access more easily in our organism.&lt;br /&gt;- We must &lt;strong&gt;ventilate our house&lt;/strong&gt; and the place where we work few minutes a day.&lt;br /&gt;- We have &lt;strong&gt;to avoid brusque changes of temperature&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;We mustn’t take medicine ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- We must&lt;strong&gt; rest&lt;/strong&gt; if we are with a cold: We must help our defences if we rest and avoid the stress. Moreover, we can to reduce the cold if we help our defences:&lt;br /&gt;-Eating oranges, kiwis, lemons… food rich in C vitamin.&lt;br /&gt;-Doing gargle and cleaning our nose.&lt;br /&gt;-Eating soup of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;-Don’t touch the eyes and the nose.&lt;br /&gt;-Taking something with zinc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We know some of them, but… “soup of chicken”? And..,”clean our nose”? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116470145751399453?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116470145751399453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116470145751399453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116470145751399453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116470145751399453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-advice-to-prevent-cold.html' title='Some advice to prevent a cold'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116411747817139420</id><published>2006-11-21T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T10:33:58.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURKEY OF CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1 turkey of 3 kg&lt;br /&gt;250 gr of dried plums&lt;br /&gt;150 gr of raisins of grape&lt;br /&gt;250 gr of apricots of damask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;300 gr of lean pork &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;300 gr of lean beef&lt;br /&gt;2 onions2 slices of bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1 egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2 glasses of sherry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1 glass of white wine&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4 cloves of garlic&lt;br /&gt;50 gr of pinions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;salt and black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Procedure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We have to put to dip all the fruits in the warm sherry. In a frying pan with little oil we fry the hash of onion and then we add the meats and the pinions and when the meat is cooked we add the fruits and a bit of the sherry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Out of the fire we add the dipped bread in milk and the well-trodden egg, the cinnamon and salt and pepper; we mix well and then we leave to cool it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We clean the turkey within and externally, we season it and refill it, sew with big needle. All the orifices have to remain well closed in order that the stuffed doesn’t escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We have to smear the turkey with oil and put it in a source to the oven. At the same time we have to add the cut onions and a few garlic cloves around it; we cover it with silver foil and cook in average oven two hours and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;If we want that it remains well brown, we withdraw the silver foil 20 minutes before, bathe with water and salt and lower a bit the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This is the recipe of a traditional meal of Christmas. Who eats it at Christmas? I have never eaten stuffing turkey! I think it isn’t our custom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116411747817139420?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116411747817139420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116411747817139420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116411747817139420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116411747817139420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/11/turkey-of-christmas.html' title='TURKEY OF CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116340442031093780</id><published>2006-11-12T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:05:19.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PILATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/Dibujo2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/320/Dibujo2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Pilates is a method of physical conditioning made by Joseph Pilates more than 80 years ago. The popularity of it has increased thanks to a big group of people of the world of the music, dance, cinema and a famous sportsman and sportswoman. Pilates has the philosophy of the occidental exercise (more dynamic and concentrate on the muscular physic) with the oriental. Pilates made more than 500 exercises (it’s called Mat) and he invented an original and unique system of equipment. The movements are based on &lt;strong&gt;six basics principles: concentration, control, centralization, and fluency of movements, precision and breathing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If we do different exercises of this method with few repetitions, we can strengthen and stretch our muscles without that muscles augment their volume. The object of Pilates is to get &lt;strong&gt;abdominal force, improve the flexibility and a total control of the body&lt;/strong&gt;. The Pilates method also develop, in who practice it, abilities like the attention and the discipline. Moreover, it elevates the autoesteem, the capacity of concentration and the control of the person. &lt;strong&gt;Pilates treats to make our body and our mind stronger. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/Dibujo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     It’s important to keep a good corporal equilibrium and to control the breathing&lt;/strong&gt;. The method works especially with the abdominals, the base of the shoulder and the glúteos as the only point of support; it is denominated &lt;strong&gt;“centre of force”.&lt;/strong&gt; The exercises are done with a special equipment (Cadillac, Universal Reformer, High Chair, Big Barrel) and their always are done in inclined, seated, kneeling or stuck-up position. These movements can be imitated on mattresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Pilates can be practiced by all the world&lt;/strong&gt;: young people, old people, people who need rehabilitation because they have had an injury… But this method has to be supervised by an official trainer. It would be the guarantee to know we are doing the exercises correctly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/Dibujo1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/Dibujo1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116340442031093780?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116340442031093780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116340442031093780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116340442031093780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116340442031093780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/11/pilates.html' title='PILATES'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116232397771968368</id><published>2006-10-31T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:49:02.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT ALREADY I HAVE LIVED IT BEFORE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/deja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/320/deja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When we are surprised for having attended a conversation, instant, succession of facts or another action that it sounds us very familiar like if we had lived before, this effect is named&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dèja vu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dejà vu is a phenomenon that happens to us in certains moments in the shape of strong sensation of lived experience. It usually happen in the shape of dream or past recollection but actually this moment is totally new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In formal studies, 70 % or more of the population affirm to have felt it at least once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The scientific explanation is very clear: it's fault of the memory. In this effect intervene two types of memory: the short-term memory which is the one that perceives the events that belong to the present, and the long-term memory which is the one that perceives the events that belong to the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For example our brain, when any moment passes, has to attend the passed instants (present) and stores it in some empty place of our memory and in this way we can remember it (past), this way of consecutive form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Our memory with dèja vu effect is when there takes place an anomaly, these actions are altering , proceeding to guard one action, instant, fact... more than one time. As this recollection already exists, gives us the familiar of already having lived it previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116232397771968368?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116232397771968368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116232397771968368' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116232397771968368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116232397771968368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-already-i-have-lived-it-before.html' title='IT ALREADY I HAVE LIVED IT BEFORE...'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116211775725256967</id><published>2006-10-29T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:29:17.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HENRY MOORE: MY SEARCH (summary with chronological order)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/henry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/320/henry.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Moore was born in July 1898 in Castleford, Yorkshire. He was the seventh child of a mine manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1915:&lt;/strong&gt; He became a student teacher and the next year was teaching in the local elementary school which he had studied in his boyhood.&lt;br /&gt;At seventeen he joined the army but he thought the Fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;st World War wasn’t a traumatic experience for him and said that 'for me the war passed in a romantic haze of trying to be a hero’. The result of this was he finished the war as a physical training instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1919 :&lt;/strong&gt; He went to Leeds School of Art on an ex-serviceman's grant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1921:&lt;/strong&gt; He won a scholarship to the Royal College of Art in London. In his first year at the Royal College of Art he went to Paris with his fellow student Raymond Coxon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1925:&lt;/strong&gt; He visited Italy on a travelling scholarship which caused a certain creative blockage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1926:&lt;/strong&gt; He held his first one man show. He was also commissioned to provide a sculpture for the new London headquarters of the London Underground. The job came to Moore on the recommendation of Epstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1929:&lt;/strong&gt; Moore got married with a beautiful Russian, Irma Radetzsky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1931:&lt;/strong&gt; He was obsessed with the idea of direct carving. He made his second one man exhibition also. Epstein who wrote the catalogue saying: 'For the future of sculpture in England Henry Moore is vitally important.' His works of art was attacked in more newspapers and periodicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1932:&lt;/strong&gt; Moore was able to move to the Chelsea School of Art, which had already approached him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1934:&lt;/strong&gt; He went to live to London. He came together with the group which included Ben Nicholson and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/H/hepworth.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Barbara Hepworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;. Nicholson inclined to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/constructivism.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Constructivism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; but Moore was more interested in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/surrealism.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Surrealism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He visited the north of the Spain during a touring holiday in 1934 and the powerful and primitive forms he found in the famous cave paintings at Altamira were a tremendous source of inspiration, both immediately in drawings and carvings, and later in bronzes such as Woman 1957-58.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/320/woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1936:&lt;/strong&gt; The International Exhibition of Surrealist Art held in London, the year in which his work was first seen in the USA. His works were included in an Cubism and Abstract exhibition of art, at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1939:&lt;/strong&gt; After the outbreak of the Second World War he began making the first drawings of people sheltering in the London Underground during the Blitz. He show their own feelings in what he had to show them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/320/war.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.es/imgres?imgurl=http://www.london-se1.co.uk/news/imageuploads/1158404800_80.177.117.97.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.london-se1.co.uk/news/view/2323&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=350&amp;w=293&amp;amp;sz=40&amp;hl=es&amp;amp;start=18&amp;tbnid=NYGeEjntk6sAxM:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=116&amp;tbnw=97&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DHENRY%2BMOORE%2BWAR%2B%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Des%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tube Shelter Perspective 1941 (courtesy Henry Moore Foundation; photography Michel Muller)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1943:&lt;/strong&gt; He was able to return to sculpture, with a figure of a Virgin and Child for the church of St Matthew's, Northampton. This was his first draped figure and a more traditional and accessible image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1946:&lt;/strong&gt; A retrospective exhibition of his work at the Museum of Modern Art in New York was a triumphant success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1954:&lt;/strong&gt; The shift from direct carving to the modelling was accelerated after 1954 when he had a brief illness. Another reason for reverting to techniques was the fact that he was being offered commissions for works on a massive scale: like the massive Reclining Figure for the Lincoln Center in New York (1961-65) or Reclining Figure made for the Unesco Headquarters in Paris (1957-58). His work became in a works with quasiindustrial lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/320/unesco.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNESCO Reclining Figure 1957 (LH 416) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The best of his late work is to be found in his drawings but he always seem to have been made with sculpture in mind pictorial rather than sculptural. He can be compared to similar sheets by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/R/rubens.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Rubens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/V/van_dyck.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Van Dyck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1955:&lt;/strong&gt; He was made a Companion of Honour in 1955.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1963:&lt;/strong&gt; Member of the Order of Merit in 1963.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;With both mentions the Modernist art had been accepted by the conservative British cultural establishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Others… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/320/cabeza.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/320/bronce.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working Model for 3 Piece #3: Vertebrae bronze, 1968&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116211775725256967?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116211775725256967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116211775725256967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116211775725256967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116211775725256967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/10/henry-moore-my-search-summary-with.html' title='HENRY MOORE: MY SEARCH (summary with chronological order)'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116184648223526400</id><published>2006-10-25T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:25:59.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECOMMENDATION OF THE WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YOU HAVE TO GO TO HALLOWEEN IN PORT AVENTURA…IT’S VERY ENJOYABLE (IF YOU LIKE THE FEAR AND TO BE FRIGHTENED, JE, JE, JE…) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I already have gone and I have spentpassed a very good day. If you are interested, you can see a good offer in "Viajes Soltour".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you encourage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: &lt;a href="http://www.soltour.es/busca_ofertas.htm"&gt;http://www.soltour.es/busca_ofertas.htm&lt;/a&gt; (It's the last offer of the page in Tarragona...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116184648223526400?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116184648223526400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116184648223526400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116184648223526400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116184648223526400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/10/recommendation-of-week-you-have-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116115381863275011</id><published>2006-10-17T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T03:52:06.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/GEMAeIVAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/GEMAeIVAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She’s older than me. She is 31 years old. She looks like my mother. She’s short and thin with black and curly hair. She has brown eyes and white skin. She’s like a doll. She got married four years ago with Antonio, a man who she met in Madrid. She felt in love quickly and in one year they began to live together in Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was an excellent student and it made that nowadays she is an intelligent person. She’s capable and constant with her important decisions. She’s shy and self-confident. In her life, she has been able to overcome a lot of problems which perhaps other people (and I) haven’t been able to solve. But I don’t want to talk about this, it’s the past and really it isn’t interesting. The interesting and wonderful things are in the present.&lt;br /&gt;In spite of it we sometimes have discussions, I get on well with her. I think it’s normal. If you argue with someone it is because this person is important for you (Ok! it depends on the kind of argument…but I know you understand me! Oh! It’s &lt;strong&gt;complicated&lt;/strong&gt; to explain…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law was promoted in his job one year ago. It was good news although in few days this good news became in a sad situation because they had to go to live to Madrid. My sister and I had always been together!! I had always had her support and her help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays my sister is pregnant of two babies (two girls). They won’t cufflinks at all because they aren’t in the same bag in her belly for this reason they’ll be different each other. The names have been chosen by the parents: Giorgina and Serina. It’s better not to judge the choice…if their parents think these are a nice name for their children, the others have to accept it… (but I’m someone! I’m their aunt! The aunt of “Gina” and “Rina”… Why these names? &lt;strong&gt;Complicated&lt;/strong&gt; names…).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re going to be born about the 15th of January. A happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment I don’t know what more to say. I’ve a lot of things I’d like to explain! But I’ll do this with patience and I suppose that when I am writing about other people I’ll return to tell more anecdotes of my sister and upside-down. For the present time it’s sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116115381863275011?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116115381863275011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116115381863275011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116115381863275011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116115381863275011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-sister.html' title='My sister'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116115349717983841</id><published>2006-10-17T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:38:17.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I begin...</title><content type='html'>I begin describing my family and other people who are around of me. I thing it can be useful because it can help to you to understand why in my introduction in my blog I said “my complicated life”. On the other hand and if I find a good photo of every one, I’ll try to combine the descriptions and others histories with photos or images. It’ll make the reading easier and less boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116115349717983841?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116115349717983841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116115349717983841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116115349717983841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116115349717983841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-begin.html' title='I begin...'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35838728.post-116055146426312397</id><published>2006-10-11T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:46:16.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to explain something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/1600/pumuky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a young girl, well, I thing. I'd like to explain in this virtual space some things of my complicated life. Mmmm... it isn't a complicated life because I'm happy and if something is complicated it's impossible to be happy... Ok, I know what to say: It's complicated to explain my history but not to live it. But I need time and forces to begin. This one has been my first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35838728-116055146426312397?l=pumukyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/116055146426312397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35838728&amp;postID=116055146426312397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116055146426312397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35838728/posts/default/116055146426312397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumukyandco.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-to-explain-something.html' title='I need to explain something'/><author><name>Pumuky&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; CO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727545922874223426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3931/3995/200/pumuky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
