<?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-7709626</id><updated>2009-12-22T09:44:54.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Mandarinas son Naranjas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>424</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-4668442958762211015</id><published>2009-07-11T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:07:36.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dios, si es que existes...</title><summary type='text'>Dios, soy una persona bastante buena. Solo ocasionalmente quiebro cráneos, pero cuando lo hago es por que se lo merecen. No robo (ya no [tanto]), y he dejado toda actividad negativa excepto por mota, alcohol, extorsiones y heroína. En realidad soy bueno con todos... excepto hombres.   No voy a la iglesia una hora a la semana, ok, ahí si tienes razón. Pero hay un semáforo frente a la iglesia en la</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=4668442958762211015&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/4668442958762211015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/4668442958762211015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2009/07/dios-si-es-que-existes.html' title='Dios, si es que existes...'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-7469597991550059430</id><published>2009-07-09T19:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:33:33.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Luck</title><summary type='text'>Todos conocen ese viejo dicho que dice "Afortunado en el juego, desafortunado en el amor. Y viceversa”. Creo que es el único cliché donde el juego y el amor pueden ser intercambiados para indicar que alguien es o pobre y amado o rico y solitario.Así que uno creería que despues de ir al Yak y perder cientos de pesos jugando juegos estupidos en maquinas cuyo único objetivo es hacer ruidos </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=7469597991550059430&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/7469597991550059430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/7469597991550059430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-luck.html' title='Lady Luck'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-3966230070289307555</id><published>2009-07-07T02:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T02:45:10.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Don't Shake Me</title><summary type='text'>Dormir. Un verbo que es parte intrínseca de nuestra psique cultural e incluso biológica. Todos dormimos, todos dependemos de esa ley universal que dicta que la energía no puede crearse de la nada. No... si queremos estar activos y despiertos durante el día tenemos que sacrificar un tercio de él estando inconscientes.Tal vez babeando.Uno pensaría que tal no-actividad, siendo absolutamente </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=3966230070289307555&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3966230070289307555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3966230070289307555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-dont-shake-me.html' title='No, Don&apos;t Shake Me'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-6680771173475364409</id><published>2009-02-24T21:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:24:40.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Debe Odiar los MP3s</title><summary type='text'>Acabo de darme cuenta de esto. Siganme.El formato MP3 es un formato "lossy", lo cual significa que lo que hace es cortar información del archivo de audio que está fuera del rango del oído humano. Buena idea para compactar la música sin diferencia realmente discernible para nosotros, ok.Pero que pasa si tienes Super Oido como.... El Ultimo Hijo de Kripton himself!?El güey debe de ODIAR la era iPod</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=6680771173475364409&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6680771173475364409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6680771173475364409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2009/02/superman-debe-odiar-los-mp3s.html' title='Superman Debe Odiar los MP3s'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-1792230991163546436</id><published>2009-01-22T17:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:42:08.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE</title><summary type='text'>Y que con la excusa del nuevo tema de recolectivo bajo un software para hacer vlogs, y me grabo diciendo estupideces.Lo pueden creer?Chance si funciona empiece a grabar mas de esas cosas y las suba aca.Chance</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=1792230991163546436&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/1792230991163546436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/1792230991163546436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2009/01/live.html' title='LIVE'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-6349454717631584345</id><published>2008-12-11T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:48:04.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos Tercios Propio</title><summary type='text'>Relationships? Well, Sigmund. Relationships are so... fragile. It just takes one thing, one... tiny little offense, and it can snowball on ya. And if that snowball starts to pick up speed, God forbid, you'd better tuck and go, my friend....And bam! The shine's off the apple. And that's when you find out that that pretty little girl you started dating isn't the girl you put up in a pedestal in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=6349454717631584345&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6349454717631584345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6349454717631584345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/12/dos-tercios-propio.html' title='Dos Tercios Propio'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-985848353131398547</id><published>2008-12-04T10:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:29:32.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recolectado II</title><summary type='text'>Ya sé, no he posteado nada aquí, demandenme. Pero sigo cumpliendo con mis labores semanales en Recolectivo.Semana de finales, entonces updatee e hice pequeños cambios al post favorito de todos de acá y lo publique de nuevo allá.Corran.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=985848353131398547&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/985848353131398547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/985848353131398547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/12/recolectado-ii.html' title='Recolectado II'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-6112315364389431006</id><published>2008-11-27T18:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:26:04.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recolectado</title><summary type='text'>Ya, pueden dejar de soñar, su bloguero favorito finalmente entró a Recolectivo.Todos los jueves, un nuevo escrito Callejil allá. El tema de esta semana me costó trabajo la neta, y no quedé muy contento con mi debut, pero bueh, el chiste es comenzar a escribir otra vez para separar las telarañas del interior de mi craneo literario.Dense una vuelta por alla.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=6112315364389431006&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6112315364389431006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6112315364389431006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/11/recolectado.html' title='Recolectado'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-3075660966230895587</id><published>2008-11-12T13:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:49:16.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeses Christ</title><summary type='text'>Espero hoy hagan su deber cívico y coman todas las cantidades de Queso posible, en honor a ese el más noble de los lácteos, el señor Queso. Pues hoy se celebra en el mundo entero, el Segundo Día Internacional del QuesoLos que no recuerden cuando promulgue este día, deben viajar un año al pasado, AQUI.Dejen que hoy, 12 de Noviembre, sea el día en que agradecen a cualquiera que sea su deidad </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=3075660966230895587&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3075660966230895587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3075660966230895587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheeses-christ.html' title='Cheeses Christ'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-4254521280493873495</id><published>2008-11-07T18:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:40:03.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odio Cualquier Música Que Te Guste</title><summary type='text'>La gente me pregunta a cada rato que tipo de música me gusta. Me caga esta pregunta porque lo que realmente están preguntando es "Eres tan chido como yo?" Puedo contestar eso ahora mismo: No. No, no soy como tú. No, no me late ese grupo finlandés de ska del que leiste en Gravefucker o Umlaüt o Cancerfest o cualquiera que sea la revista rara de música que lees. No, no fui al Shithead Fest que hubo</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=4254521280493873495&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/4254521280493873495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/4254521280493873495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/11/odio-cualquier-msica-que-te-guste.html' title='Odio Cualquier Música Que Te Guste'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-1473572162297885218</id><published>2008-10-27T11:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:24:24.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem-Free Philosophy</title><summary type='text'>Hay veces en que después de una noche de particular echar-fiesta-en-extremo despierto con una ligera cruda moral, decidido a que en la semana voy a ser un hombre responsable y de bien... hasta el siguiente fin de semana, at least.Pero otras veces es al reves. Despierto crudo y desvelado con ganas de saltar de lleno a la peda de nuevo, dispuesto a ejercitar todos los organos que evitan que me </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=1473572162297885218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/1473572162297885218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/1473572162297885218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/10/problem-free-philosophy.html' title='Problem-Free Philosophy'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-257503634307309612</id><published>2008-10-24T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:56:58.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo: Oye, el sábado me voy a México.Papa: Regresas el domingo?Yo: Aja.Papa: ¿A que vas?Yo: Pos a coleccionar enfermedades venéreas.(Saca su cartera y me da 100 pesos)Yo: Y esto pa que?Papa: Para que compres condones, chistoso.Yo: ...Papa: ...Yo: Bueno, gracias.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=257503634307309612&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/257503634307309612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/257503634307309612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/10/yo-oye-el-sbado-me-voy-mxico.html' title=''/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-2279320894999953745</id><published>2008-10-21T17:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:42:00.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean &amp; Clear</title><summary type='text'>Ah, mi blog.Por cuanto hemos pasado, tú y yo.4 años de mi vida en los que siempre has sido parte intrínseca de ella, a menor o mayor grado. Siempre vivo, pero no siempre despierto. Los períodos de letargia, de un estado de coma, son tan constante como la historia del blog mismo.Pero nunca he podido cerrarlo todo, darme la vuelta y dejarlo completamente atrás. Y creanme que lo que considerado.Pero</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=2279320894999953745&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/2279320894999953745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/2279320894999953745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/10/clean-clear.html' title='Clean &amp; Clear'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-2163315367197706076</id><published>2008-09-11T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:00:35.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mejor"</title><summary type='text'>Tengo un revuelo interno bien cabrón. Épico. Hace 11 meses estaba seguro, seguro, que para estas fechas todo iba a ser "mejor".  "Mejor". Que concepto tan subjetivo, circunstancial y variable. Que fácil es aferrarse a algo tan intangible como es ese infame "Mejor", y despertar todos los días apuntando a esa abstracción. "Aguanta 8 meses más, después todo será mejor". 7 meses. 6 meses.  4 días.  ¿</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=2163315367197706076&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/2163315367197706076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/2163315367197706076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/09/tengo-un-revuelo-interno-bien-cabr-hace.html' title='&amp;quot;Mejor&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-3077788349662693965</id><published>2008-09-07T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:06:32.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Calcetines Negros.</title><summary type='text'>                                        Click to Play               </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=3077788349662693965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3077788349662693965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3077788349662693965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/09/los-calcetines-negros.html' title='Los Calcetines Negros.'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-1704327132016871282</id><published>2008-09-07T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:07:48.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine y Twitter</title><summary type='text'>                                        Click to Play               </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=1704327132016871282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/1704327132016871282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/1704327132016871282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/09/cine-y-twitter.html' title='Cine y Twitter'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-6045870092649836954</id><published>2008-08-27T19:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:50:58.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating Under the Rain</title><summary type='text'>Tengo que estudiar.  Así, TENGO, los conocimientos básicos que yo me jactaba de tener parecen haberse erosionado de forma que siempre CASI sé como resolver el problema, CASI saco la respuesta, CASI no repruebo.  CASI.  Y que es lo que tengo que estudiar? Cálculo. Cálculo Integral, for fuck's sake. Soy ingeniero y me está fallando mi cálculo integral, el que debería salirme natural como gases </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=6045870092649836954&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6045870092649836954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6045870092649836954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/08/procrastinating-under-rain.html' title='Procrastinating Under the Rain'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-6485109127305016170</id><published>2008-08-25T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:24:18.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguntas Interesantes Callejiles I</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &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; 	mso-font-signature:1627421319 -2147483648 8 0 </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=6485109127305016170&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6485109127305016170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/6485109127305016170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/08/preguntas-interesantes-callejiles-i.html' title='Preguntas Interesantes Callejiles I'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-3114717335327572273</id><published>2008-08-11T18:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:54:00.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debrayes Manuscritos</title><summary type='text'>Esto fue escrito en mi cuaderno durante la clase de Física del Lunes 11 de Agosto del 2008 a las 10:00 am. Enjoy.    Hace poco, esperando a no-me-acuerdo-quien en el banco, me aburrí y me puse a escribir idioteces al reverso de un flyer. Lo raro fue que no reconocí mi propia letra, pues tenía un buen que no escribía así, a puño y letra. Mi escritura se ha vuelto exclusivamente tecleada.  Sí, en </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=3114717335327572273&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3114717335327572273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3114717335327572273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/08/debrayes-manuscritos.html' title='Debrayes Manuscritos'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-3975717023651370696</id><published>2008-08-01T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:48:04.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Como No Tengo Ganas de Escribir:</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &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;  mso-font-signature:1627421319 -2147483648 8 0 </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=3975717023651370696&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3975717023651370696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/3975717023651370696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/08/como-no-tengo-ganas-de-escribir.html' title='Como No Tengo Ganas de Escribir:'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OTCh5_g_GBU/SJNYIzisqVI/AAAAAAAAADo/-nGXNi-Eb6I/s72-c/mocos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-8840432641212212710</id><published>2008-07-07T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:55:39.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De Rehenes y Bestias</title><summary type='text'>He sido capturado por fuerzas enemigas y me tienen preso en un complejo militar donde me obligan a postear bajo amenaza de quitarme necesidades básicas.Se cumplen hoy exactamente dos semanas de torturas ininterrumpidas, con sesiones de tortura física, sí, pero es la tortura emocional y psicológica la que realmente me pega. Hasta el pelo se me está cayendo.Snif.La vida como prisionero de guerra es</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=8840432641212212710&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/8840432641212212710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/8840432641212212710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/07/de-rehenes-y-bestias.html' title='De Rehenes y Bestias'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-581876053668546141</id><published>2008-07-06T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:30:36.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debates Científicos</title><summary type='text'>  Luis Ex Machina says:          pos prende la tele    (2, 3 horas despues)                Calleja Who says:          prendeme esta          Luis Ex Machina says:          no solo tu chiste es malo, ademas llega tardisimo y eso lo mata aun mas              Calleja Who says:          me espere horas para decirlo tardiamente aproposito para darle enjundia comica          Luis Ex Machina says:</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=581876053668546141&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/581876053668546141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/581876053668546141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/07/debates-cientficos.html' title='Debates Científicos'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-4212262163319167669</id><published>2008-06-07T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:01:28.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Se Dibujar</title><summary type='text'>Sí, se supone que es un payaso lo del segundo cuadro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=4212262163319167669&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/4212262163319167669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/4212262163319167669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-se-dibujar.html' title='No Se Dibujar'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total 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xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709626.post-7673248695979258922</id><published>2008-06-04T13:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:11:33.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carne</title><summary type='text'>"Están hechos de carne.""Carne?""Carne. Están hechos de carne.""..carne?""No hay duda alguna. Recogimos a varios de puntos diversos del planeta, los pusimos abordo de nuestras naves de reconocimiento, y los estudiamos de pies a cabeza. Son completamente carne.""Eso es imposible. ¿Que hay de las señales de radio? ¿Los mensajes a las estrellas?""Usan las ondas de radio para hablar, pero las señales</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7709626&amp;postID=7673248695979258922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/7673248695979258922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7709626/posts/default/7673248695979258922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calleja.blogspot.com/2008/06/carne.html' title='Carne'/><author><name>Calleja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908681440765846524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10378615105327410817'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>