tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98180342007-11-22T11:28:22.717-03:00<b>A Handicapped Bitch in Recovery!</b>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comBlogger265125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-47867754739619320052007-03-14T17:23:00.000-03:002007-03-14T17:33:58.787-03:00The Moaning is Over - The Bitch has moved!I know, I know... I tried to stay in touch during the last two months... I´m sorry to make you wait...<br /><br />Things weren´t easy around here, but I had to kick my own ass and put all my strenght Back on its place... no, I´m not cured, nor joined a religious freaks society, nor started studying Kabalah, I just started a new website:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.mundodeian.com.ar/">http://www.mundodeian.com.ar/<br /></a></span></div><br />see you all there and remember to update your blogrolls!<br /><br />hugs from the death!<br /><br />Ian.-Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1169902600802378992007-01-27T09:36:00.001-03:002007-01-27T09:56:40.803-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/491460/Lady_SnowBlood_3_by_aleksandra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 425px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/311653/Lady_SnowBlood_3_by_aleksandra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>"Lady SnowBlood" by<a href="http://www.alejandrakalnisky.com.ar/"> AlejandraKalnisky</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I´m very sick after a severe reaction to my current month quemotherapy session. It took me to ER for two days. I´m not going into details, I´m just gonna say I´m devastated...<br /><br />I know you all will understand.<br />I don´t think I could blog anytime soon.<br />i´m sending all my love for those who are still fighting.<br /><br />I´m not acting a Drama Diva role here, it´s just that I dunno what to say anymore.<br /><br />hugs<br /><br />Ian<br /></div></div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1169501258361292882007-01-22T18:27:00.000-03:002007-01-22T18:27:38.366-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/41395/fin-del-mundo-001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/509755/fin-del-mundo-001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/537418/ushuaia%20488.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/977720/ushuaia%20488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The "End-of-the-World Station", where the "Fueguian South Railway" arrives is in the outskirts of the city of Ushuaia, 8 kilometers west, in a valley between Mt Susana and Le Martial range, along the banks of the Pipo River. Also known as "End-of-the-World Train", its attractiveness is due not only to its elegance and style, but also to its historical context. On this train, the inmates of the erstwhile "Ushuaia Prison" -a penitentiary which is intimately related to the development of this attractive and picturesque southern city- were transferred to their forced labor camps. The narrow-gauge railway is propelled by steam engines and has at present elegantly ornamented wagons.<br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="width: 231px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.enjoy-patagonia.org/patagonia-pictures/gallery_photos/ushuaia/fin-del-mundo-012.jpg" height="283" width="301" /></p>Today, a visit to the "End-of-the-World Train", will enable the tourist to learn about the history of Tierra del Fuego, Ushuaia, its prison (wich will have thhe DIVA attntion on my next post) and what once used to be the prison train. Dazzling landscapes with snow-covered mountains, rivers, lakes, cascades and virgin forests in the Andes Cordillera, are all to be found in this unique trip, which lasts barely over two hours.<br /><br />Once in the Central Station, there is a model of the "Prisoners' Little Train" and you may take one of the old paths used by the prisoners decades ago to provide the community with wood. Besides travelling through centenarian forests, rivers, valleys and peat mosses of great beauty, the journey includes a stop at La Macarena Fall, from where you may either go down to an indian camp typical of one of the four aborigine communities that inhabited Tierra del Fuego since immemorial times, or climb up to the source where the cascade originates in Le Martial range.<br /><br />Traveling along the meandering Pipo River the train goes through areas which still show the trace left by the prisoners on their daily routine of cutting down trees for almost half a century of uninterrupted work. On certain assigned days during the high season, after going round the edge of the peat moss, typical of Tierra del Fuego, over which grows a moss called Sphagnum, the train arrives at the "Park Station", where you can enjoy a meal or a drink at the "bar wagon" and use the restrooms available in specially furnished wagons.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The whole journey is done in the company of a bilingual guide (English-Spanish) who explains in detail the history of the "Prisoners' Train".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/737101/450px-Tren_del_fin_del_mundo_Estacion_Cascada_Macarena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/838523/450px-Tren_del_fin_del_mundo_Estacion_Cascada_Macarena.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">La Macarena fall Station after a sudden Snow storm.</span><br /></div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1169161941655905282007-01-18T19:27:00.000-03:002007-01-18T21:12:01.546-03:00Mountain Tea House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" <href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/872837/ush%20072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/160775/ush%20072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Ushuaia has the southernmost (everything on this place gets that adjetive) Tea house of the world and, even before I arrived I knew about their famous chocolate delicities... And it didn´t matter if I had to climb a whole mountain to get there, I had to try them!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/872837/ush%20072.jpg"><href="http:><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/940903/ush%20328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></href="http:></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/498681/ush%20077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/472074/ush%20077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, we didn´t have to climb... but this cute "rolling stoned road" was a real pain in the ass to walk with my cane (I only walk on yellow bricks, this was oh-so-new to me!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/962906/ush%20056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/200/873868/ush%20056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Indeed, the pastreys and their hot chocolate were amazing!<br /><br />what???? did you think that I was actually ordering tea????<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/898886/ush%20074.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/233578/ush%20074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1168977452393073942007-01-16T16:03:00.000-03:002007-01-16T17:27:51.030-03:00The HANDICAP POWER reached the Great Glaciar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/275775/DSC03945.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/579553/DSC03945.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The great glaciar Perito Moreno, one of he World Natural Wonders, located in Santa Cruz - Argentina, is one of the most wonderfu travel destinations in the planet.<br />This endless block of ice has the size of the whole Buenos Aires city and was truly another amazing stop of my trip.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/57607/DSC03916.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/245861/DSC03916.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>To get the greatest view of the glaciar you must descend a 1000ft. catwalk (stairs included) with absolutelly nop disability access (yeah, I´m still bitching about it).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/645153/DSC03986.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/161392/DSC03986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It was a big challenge, but worth the effort. You can see my wave to the National Park Administration on the last picture.Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1168638634783238032007-01-12T17:48:00.000-03:002007-01-12T19:52:39.320-03:00More Ushuaia!I´m back!!!!!!<br />What a trip!... just amazing, full of surprises and wonderful landscapes.<br /><br />Ushuaia is <span style=""><b>certainly</b> "the" place to visit at this time of the year, not only because of its nice weather but also because the days are longer than ever (the sun goes down around 11pm and it raises at 3am</span>) and that means more hours of fun visiting the most exotic locations at the "End of the World".<br /><br />I was so surprised to find so much history and curiosities related with such a far-away place... as soon as I get my memory card back (I accidentally left it behind, and now, while I´m waiting for it to be shipped, I could only rescue a few of the 1453 pictures I took) I´ll be showing pics and sharing memories of this unique trip of dreams...<br /><br /><br />Let´s start with a few...<br /><br /><br />THE WONDERFUL <a href="http://www.giganetglobal.com/espanol/">"HOTEL DEL GLACIAR"</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/751330/ushuaia%20386.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/190091/ushuaia%20386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Hotel del Glaciar is</span><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" > an exclusive five-star located at the base of secluded Martial Glacier, overlooking breath-taking scenery of the Beagle Channel and the majestic Andes.<br /><br />It was very nice to end one of those endless afternoons having Coffe Specials at its bar while whatching the white mountain tops mixed with the iced water of the Bay.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/351744/ushuaia%20382.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/34611/ushuaia%20382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The fire corner, with its views of natural beauty, creates the perfect atmosphere to enjoy intimate afternoon teas or great variety of cocktails at sundown.<br /><br />A place to regret not to have the one you love with you to embrace him.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/677101/ushuaia%20369.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/243065/ushuaia%20369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />An outside view from the Hotel<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/340358/ushuaia%20348.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/842535/ushuaia%20348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Another curiosity: How in gay hell this London Bus got here?????????<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/553148/ushuaia%20463.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/796647/ushuaia%20463.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is the exhibit of how delicious the Southern chocolate pastreys and cakes are...<br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note: This website accepts donations for the Complex liposuction required to get rid of the fat gained around my belly and ass areas. Thank you. </span></span>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1167843733491543952007-01-03T13:32:00.000-03:002007-01-12T19:58:43.430-03:00The End Of The World (first images)<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/506754/ushuaia%20271.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/71533/ushuaia%20271.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, we finally arrived on December 31st afternoon(!) ready to have a New Year´s Eve Feast after flying for hours.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The fist sight you take of Ushuaia from the air is a magnificent view of huge green mountains (yeah, green, I also thought there were no trees downhere), for those who remember the first Jurassic Park movie, the view is similar to the one on the scene where the helicopter approches the island... a wonderful paradise.</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/25948/ushuaia%20431.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/621161/ushuaia%20431.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Another unespected surprise is the weather...</div><div align="left">Not THAT cold, actually, at this time of the year, you can even get a nice tan from this southern sun (not recommended because we are almost under the Ozone hole). </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Going out with a hat, sunglases and a sweter it´s all you need to deal with the temperatures here. (Be sure to add a cover or poncho to deal with sudden cold winds and ice-like showers and you are done!)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Note: I´m not posting pictures with my poncho on!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/447959/ushuaia%20410.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/265542/ushuaia%20410.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Dad and Me posing in front of THE SOUTHERNMOST POST OFFICE IN THE PLANET!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I took the chance to send a few postcard from it, I thought it was a nice touch.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/828249/ushuaia%20428.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/583083/ushuaia%20428.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/224340/ushuaia%20288.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">I neeed to get a HANDICAPPED POWER PICTURE with that background.</p><p> </p><p align="left">So much more to come... internet here is not very good to post much, but i´ll try... someone asked for some penguins, I heard...</p>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1167517086251532932006-12-30T19:04:00.000-03:002006-12-30T20:11:23.993-03:00Bloggyversary and The End of the World...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/sandblasted%20handicap%20parking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/sandblasted%20handicap%20parking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Two years ago, on a very boring New Year´s Eve, getting through the first stages of a "weird" ilness (that stayed until today), being trapped in what I thought it was a lil´broken but happy 3 years old marriage (stoopid me) living again on my parent´s (cuz of my ilness) and spending more hours than the ones I had sitting in front of a screen... I started a blog.<br /><br />This lil spot on the cyberspace once called "Welcome to my Soul" soon became a truly two-way highway where info and feelings were running fast-speed back and forth all the way from the outside world to the bottom of my heart.<br /><br />Happyness, love, fears, challenges... they are all here. My love, I found it here too, we´ve met through our blogs and got married on Florida last March. My friends, several of them foreign bloggers. My plays, I had the chance to share details and pics of every opening night. My fears, every new step on my treatments, every fall... it´s all here.<br /><br />Back then I didn´t know I was going to find so much love, beyond the "hits" I got on my stasts... I didn´t know I would have so many friends... I didn´t know I would have so many partners on this long wicked road... on that life that was about to change...forever.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THANK YOU!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br />Tomorrow I´m flying to Antartica to celebrate New Year´s Eve at The End of The World and, of course, you all will be there with me while raising my glass on the tost.<br /><br />Love!<br /><br />and, again, <span style="font-weight: bold;">THANKS</span>!<br /><br />Ian Ivy du BoisIan a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1167336005691326112006-12-28T16:50:00.000-03:002006-12-28T18:41:25.010-03:00Happy Birthday Countess!<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/7843/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20217.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/37409/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Today one of the most wonderful woman on earth is celebrating her Birthday...<br /><br />No fools, it´s NOT Madonna, it´s the Blingalicious <a href="http://countessofbedelia.blogspot.com/">Countess Bedelia.</a><br /><br />Everyday I thank fate for giving me the joy of being surrounded by amazing people.<br /><br />You are used to hearing me refer to them as <span style="font-weight: bold;">ANGELS</span>, but she is A <span style="font-weight: bold;">GIFT</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I love you Maureen</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!</span></div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1167240870902331222006-12-27T14:09:00.000-03:002006-12-27T14:58:09.313-03:00After the Nightmare... The Xmas tree...<div style="text-align: left;">Well, actually before the xmas nightmare was over, we sat around the table to have a umh... feast and open presents...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/539885/DSC02874.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/16236/DSC02874.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mariano, my lil´bro, is helping me to open my present...<br /><br />what did Santa brought me this year?<br />Have I been a good boy?...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/505308/DSC02875.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/492225/DSC02875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />My eyes can´t believe what they´re seeing!<br /><br />No, it can´t be...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/357040/DSC02876.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/293470/DSC02876.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">A MY LITTLE PONY DOLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/86969/DSC02877.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/916554/DSC02877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />*BLUSH*<br /><br />I´ve been dreaming of those<br />multicolor<br />glittered<br />long-rainbow-haired<br />little horses since I realized I was gay!<br /><br />(I think I was 4 years old then)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So... <blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Dear Santa, </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Thank you so much for making my childhood dream come true. </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">I promise you I´ll try to do my best to be a Good Boy next year. </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Give my hugs to Mrs. Claus, the elf, Rudolph and the rest of the reindeers.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> x x x</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Ian.-</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">PS. Do you still have any Barbie´s Dreamhouse left?</span></span></div></blockquote>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1167098692720573122006-12-25T22:52:00.000-03:002006-12-25T23:07:17.093-03:00A Xmas Nightmare...<table id="INCREDIMAINTABLE" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td id="INCREDITEXTREGION" style="font-size: 12pt;" valign="top" width="100%"> <div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">EXTRACTED FROM AN EMAIL I JUST SENT TO ALEXIS:</div> <div id="INCREDISIGNATUREID"> <div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong></strong></div><blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/827027/flash1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/200/888614/flash1.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;">"Yesterday afternoon another huge sudden storm came up from nothing. It was very scary, and - again - I had problems with the roof on my room... But sleeping with water drops around my bed was not the biggest p`roblem I had to deal with...<br /><br /></span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;">Suddnly a huge (huuuuuugeeeee) thunder fell nearby the house (remember my neighbourhood is located near the </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;">forest, a few miles away from the airport area) and, though I had protection on almost every electric goods we have, the electric shock was so big that my DSL Modem was (literally) BURNED.</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />So we got up this morning and drove by every single computer store we remembered to get a new one (they musyt be no more expensive than DLS150) but, on xmas eve, everything was close. </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />And we ended up on the evil empire... Yes...WAL*MART,,, ON XMAS EVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />Too crowded, too crazy, too stupid... And worst, they didn´t have any Modems left (who´s kid in the fuck´s sake asks Santa-fucking-Claus a modem for xmas??? ...</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />We ended up (after more hours than the ones I dare to count) borrowing a modem from a neighbour, who kindly gave up the idea of being on line during xmas.</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />Not the end of this dilemma, that modem didn´t work either... It seems that not only my DSL modem was burned by this thunder ray... But also the DSL company had problems of their own...(I feel like living in CALCUTA!)</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />So not only I must buy a new Modem but also I have to wait for the company to fix everything...</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />And all during xmas weekend (no stores, no customer support, no nothing)</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />I´m using now a stupid and VERY SLOWWWWWWWWW free dial up service that only allowds me to send this email and a few VERYYYYYYY FEWWWWWW other lil´things...</span></strong></div> <div id="INCREDISIGNATUREID"> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />At least the air conditioning is still working (thank god! Its 96ºf out there!!!!!)</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />And remember my family is DRIVING all the way to antartica next Tuesday...(I´m leaving on a plane to met them there on the 31st morning)</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />So im freaking out thinking that the hell im gonna do in the house, with my grandma (the bitch one, she will be staying with me during these days)</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />And without Internet!!!!!!!!! I wanna cryyyyyyyyyyyyyy</span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"> </span></strong></div> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"><br />I´ll try to be on line as long as I can but I doubt if I could talk by skype with this SLOWWWWWWW dial up service... Butwe can still chat on msn!"</span></strong></div></div></blockquote><div id="INCREDISIGNATUREID"><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier;"></span></strong></div></div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1166827722656072312006-12-22T19:46:00.000-03:002006-12-23T17:09:35.616-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/285404/xmas2006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/699193/xmas2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9hoFozNsI0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9hoFozNsI0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAglt4KPIH4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAglt4KPIH4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1166502901475493822006-12-19T01:15:00.000-03:002006-12-19T07:34:17.110-03:00Happy Chemo Day everyone!!!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">TODAY IS MY MONTHLY CHEMOTHERAPY SESSION...</span><br /><br />I guess I´ll be drowned on a NARCOLEPTIC ocean again. But with this kind of crap you can never know.<br />In the meantime, enjoy this bounch of pictures Mom took the other night after Teo and I fell asleep on the living room´s floor while watching TV.<br /><br />oh gawd! I can never had enough of this dog! He is such a good company... even when I´m sleeping!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/460960/DSC02801.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/997087/DSC02801.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/506139/DSC02800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/999403/DSC02800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/946393/DSC02799.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/286068/DSC02799.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/13789/DSC02797.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/948493/DSC02797.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1166293386870816122006-12-16T14:22:00.000-03:002006-12-16T15:52:21.740-03:00The story behind the Pictures<div style="text-align: justify;">Have you seen the pics on my last post?<br />Hell no, I´m not doing drag shows, nor became a nun... Those pictures were part of a set we created for this year´s <a href="http://mundodeian.blogspot.com/2006/06/san-telmo-tango-gays-flee-market.html">San Telmo Festival</a> in the heart of old BA neighbourhood.<br /><br />Every year, for the aniversary of its particular flee market, San Telmo celebrates a wonderful and "unique" festival where Tango&Theatre are the Great Divas.<br /><br />For this occasion, the stands in the flee market performs on a staging contest, where the mayor challenge is to come up with a new "original" idea, and we are talking about the most creative people in the BA art world.<br /><br />The Contest consists in creating a "stage" using the Flee Market Stand space, this means picking up a "theme" and build a structure using a 6 x 4 feets spopt. This way, the Flee Market turns into a beautiful exhibition and its members, in full costume, becomes very sspecial pieces of a funny "freak Show".<br /><br />This way, year after year the constestants performances are more sofisticate and the challenge (I love that word) of coming up with new ideas gets harder and harder...<br /><br />For those of you who don´t remember, <a href="http://mundodeian.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-busy-sunday.html">HERE </a>is the link to my last year´s post about it, where I breafilly tell the story of how I was invited to write and direct a play for this contest.<br /><br />What I never told you is that spoof of Helen of Troy got the first place and a Golden Medal(!!!) so this year I was again invited to be part of it.<br /><br />I was going to be in Miami by the time this contest would be taking place so we tried to get all details done by then... and we did.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/222982/DSC02427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/200/770693/DSC02427.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We created a 1920´s scenario where, during one of those endless mob wars, Billy Joe, a very famous criminal, known as "THE MAN OF A THOUSAND FACES" had scaped from Jail not before swering he would take revenge of the ones who betrayed him.<br /><br />This stage had a huge fraim with the diff´rent "faces" he was portraited with... showing how impossible was to recognice him because of his awesome costume& make-up talent.<br /><br />...of course, the joke was he appears with almost tjhe same "face" on each picture.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />---------------------------------------<br />"The unrecognizeable Billy Joe, a story of crime" got the Golden Medal on November 19th and also won the first prize.<br /><br />My team became Second Year Consecutive Winner...<br /><br />yes, you can clap now...<br /></div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1166095957084869442006-12-14T08:28:00.000-03:002006-12-14T08:32:37.103-03:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/80713/collage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/88490/collage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1165861597417734502006-12-11T15:02:00.000-03:002006-12-11T15:27:01.036-03:00A Gay Hero?You all know by now about my <span style=""> <b>pathological devotion</b> for NBC´s sci-fi drama<b> HEROES</b>.<br />So you must underestand my surprise about this new polemic decision </span><span style="">of "streighten up" one of its characters.<br /><br />Apparently, to have a gay rol is not a good thing for NBC... While the character ZACK (played by <a href="http://homomojo.com/upload/original/20d32162d5ffeb930f47175a0913d128.jpg">Thomas Dekker</a>) was concived as a high school gay teenager, Dekker´s Managers started to pressure Heroes´ writting team to make him "straight".<br /><br /><a href="http://www.afterelton.com/TV/2006/12/heroes.html">Here</a>´s the link to a very interesting articule about this crap.<br /><br />And here´s the scene the articule is talking about:<br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ></span><blockquote><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" > November 20th episode of <em>Heroes </em> (titled “Homecoming”) Claire and Zach are walking through school when a rival cheerleader says something about Claire taking the “gay-boy” to the Homecoming dance, and that maybe he should be the one wearing the tiara. Claire punches the girl in the face, knocking her out cold. </span> <p><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Later in the episode, Zach climbs into Claire's window to encourage her to go to the Homecoming dance, despite being grounded. When she asks if he wants to be her date, he says he can't, for “millions of reasons”. He then launches into a heart-to-heart that is both encouraging to gay teens and incredibly frustrating in its refusal to commit. </span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Claire asks if he can't be her date because of what the other cheerleader said, and Zach says that he doesn't care what she said, that he knows who he is and is proud of it. He's more worried about Claire, who can't come to terms with her own “otherness”. He says, “You've got to embrace your inner freak … the only thing you'll regret is denying who you really are.” </span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Many viewers took that exchange as Zach's coming out.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" > </span></p><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CB8XXWadFZ4"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CB8XXWadFZ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1165385050913232532006-12-06T02:25:00.000-03:002006-12-06T04:21:47.266-03:00The Man in my Room...As most of you know, when the first symptoms of my illness came up two and a half years ago, i was forced to move back to my parents´ house. Before then I was enjoying the pleasures of a three-year-rotten-marriage in a very snob beautiful apartment, a half block from everything, in the heart of B A Downtown.<br /><br />No matter how traumatic the things I was getting through were , the biggest shock was to find myself living again in my old room, a room that had been completelly redecorated by Lucas (Stupid Brother) who had been living there for four years since I first moved out.<br /><br />One of the things he had brought to my room was a huge portrait of a fisherman (???)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/881393/DSC01292.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/469474/DSC01292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /> </a><br />WTF???<br /><br />I started asking everyone in the house where the hell that thing had came from ´couse, secreatelly, I knew I had seen it somewhere before...<br /><br />This piece of art was hanging on one of my aunt´s walls when I was a lil´kid. It´s one of the first pieces made by Ofelia V, my aunt´s mother in law who has become a very well known artist nowadays. <br /><br />Believe it or not, it is made by <a href="http://www.needlepoint.org/WhatIs/1991-96.php">stitching Needlepoint</a> and its scary the way she managed to capture that expression on his eyes with only a few colored cords and a needle...<br /><br />The piece is untitled, and its from 1963, now proudly shown in my bedroom, at the top of my bed... a man with no name, a Guardian of my dreams...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/100861/DSC01294.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/200/395/DSC01294.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1165196102436170402006-12-03T22:17:00.000-03:002006-12-03T22:35:02.550-03:00Finally!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/276170/ian061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/758904/ian061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I bought a AC System for my bedroom!!!!!!<br /><br />As I wrote to my hubby this morning:<br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">"ok, I´m broke again, but just the thought of avoiding BA January and febrary´s heat makes me feel like a millionaire"</span><br /><br />and the bes thing is you won´t read me ranting about <a href="http://mundodeian.blogspot.com/2005/01/night-in-hell.html">this</a> ,<a href="http://mundodeian.blogspot.com/2005/01/waiting-for-rain.html"> this</a> or <a href="http://mundodeian.blogspot.com/2005/01/wheres-fucking-rain.html">this</a> anymore!<br /><br />(Thank you Alexis, Thank you Keith, Thank you Peter)<br /><br />PS, "I miss you"Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1164776449282300542006-11-29T01:03:00.000-03:002006-11-29T02:04:30.123-03:00Crazyness Never Ends...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/282321/DSC02671.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/410477/DSC02671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />We finally (after several attempts) had our <span style="font-weight: bold;">End Season Dinner </span>with the kids of the cast.<br /><br />And, of course, they were all there to cellebrate another year of success with this company.<br /> It was, indeed, a very good year for all of as (regarding to our play and "other stuff")<br /><br />What a blast we had! with desserts they got several gifts, including a copy of their play recordings and not-too-big but considerable bonuses.<br /><br />But as we all (mischivious bitches) know...<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">LIFE´S NOT FAIR</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/187247/DSC02666.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/932448/DSC02666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So, to get those gifts, they had to get through several steps (torture), such as "create a human machine" (pictures) or "create a song using the chorus of (insert popular song here) telling the stoy of (insert subject here)"<br /><br />No need to mention they all went home full of presents.<br /><br />They are young, talented and very creative...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/746653/DSC02658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/320/644922/DSC02658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and we are EVIL!</div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1164506560751335212006-11-25T22:41:00.000-03:002006-11-25T23:05:04.073-03:00NOOOOOOOOOOO, I´M NOOOOOOOOT GOING!!<p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/1600/940659/6a00c11413d4c8819d00c2251c7c04604a-320pi.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/242/732/400/677530/6a00c11413d4c8819d00c2251c7c04604a-320pi.jpg" border="0" /></a>SHAKIRA has finaly arrived to Buenos Aires in another attempt to contaminate the world (and its poor habitants´ears) with her hedious music and her horrible voice (not to mention her ridiculous accent) and it seems half of this city had just lost its mind.</p><p>Since this weekend started, 8 diff´rent people came up to me with the question: </p><p><span style="color:#009900;">"are you going to Shakira´s concert?"</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>HELL NO!!</strong></span></p><p>I hate her, I think her voice is awfull, and no matter how "spectacular-Spectacular" her show could be, there´s nothing in the world that could make me sit for two hours listening to that lamb-vibratto...</p><p>No fucking way! </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q6yj9K6aTAE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></div></embed><div align="center"><br />This is a lil´taken of this Tour. what do you think?</div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1164229434933447732006-11-22T17:30:00.000-03:002006-11-22T18:03:55.686-03:00THE END OF THE WORLDThis New Year´s Eve I´m flying down to "The End of the World" to attend a ´Unique´cellebration at the world´s southernmost civiliced place in the globe, the Wonderful Ushuaia.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/i06-122-ushuaia-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/400/i06-122-ushuaia-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="" lang="ES-MX"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Ushuaia</span>, the southernmost city of the world, is the capital of the province of Tierra del Fuego, Antártida and South Atlantic Islands.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="" lang="ES-MX"> Situated on the border of the Beagle Canal and surrounded by the Mounts Martial, this city offers a unique landscape in Argentina made up of mountains, sea, glaciers and woods.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="" lang="ES-MX"> Its capricious topography has generated an extremely picturesque city that combines colours and unevenness with the silhouette of the Andes Mountain Range as background. it is important to note the building contrast between the modern constructions and the wooden houses with gabled sheet metals that give it a particular characteristic.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="" lang="ES-MX"> Its climate, in spite of its geographical situation, is not as severe as it seems, since both the mountains and the sea soften it. In winter, the snowy landscape changes its physiognomy. There are several winter centres for the practice of cross-country skiing; and in the central part of Mount Castor, Alpine skiing can be practised.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="" lang="ES-MX"> The summer season is ideal for the adventure tourism activities such as trekking, horseback riding, mountain byke, sporting fishing and the most astounding tours along the Beagle Canal, Cape Horn and even the Argentine Antártida. During this season, several cruises reach the port of Ushuaia bringing numberless groups of tourists willing to meet all these attractions.<br /></span><span style="" lang="ES-MX"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="" lang="ES-MX">The city comprises a very good lodging and gastronomic infrastructure, where you can try the traditional fueguina spider crab surrounded by the frame of a prodigious nature. </span></span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/ushuaia.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/200/ushuaia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Ferraros family is hosting a NewYear´s feast and nobody wants to miss that...<br /><br />The landscapes are a dream-come-true, as their culinary treasures & pastreys.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/ushuaia.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/200/ushuaia.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> One of the main atractions is this lil´island. It´s lighthouse is worldwide known as "El Faro del Fin del Mundo" (The End of the World Lighthouse) and its the last thing built in the continent before the Southern Pole. Beyond this point... ANTARTICA.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/ushuaia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/400/ushuaia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So get your fur coats and fasten your belts cuz <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">THE BITCH IS GOING SOUTH!!!</span></span><br /></div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1163919550101327662006-11-19T03:03:00.000-03:002006-11-19T19:15:51.236-03:00A New Angel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/IMG_0318.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/IMG_0318.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh yes... I know the ones who have been following this site since the beginning are rolling their eyes after reading the title of this post...<br /><br />Yes, there´s a new Angel flying around me, but this time I won´t end up marrying him as I did with the last one.<br /><br />Colin entered my life as "just another reader", a comment, a link, an email address and then (you know how it is) an endless email exchange that showed me, one more time, how great and generous Internet can be.<br /><br />I won´t make a list of all the things C and this Bitch found they have in common (besides being both so fucking sexy), or how many times a few words spelled on a note made me smile and forget the bitterness of a not-so-simple episode of my everyday fight.<br /><br />During my last trip to Florida (thanks to Mark&Louis birthday present) his text messages followed me all the time and my replies ("KEEP SMILING" ) were another loveable "touch" this wonderful trip had.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/IMG_0435.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/200/IMG_0435.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What can I say about Colin?<br />Imposible to find the right words to describe an Angel (I´m still trying to define Alexis) but for all of you out there, just consider the fact that he won a place on my chorus, and if you really know me, then you underestand how important this lil´man from Houston has become in my life.<br /><br /><br /><br />He just adopted a Handicapped Bitch for himself (a lovely three-leg Chihuaua called Anne Marie) and admitted to had become another "HEROES" Fan...<br /><br />...Let´s face it, Colin... you are desperatelly in love with me!<br /><br />C has a very interesting blog "<a href="http://lostinmn.blogspot.com/">A'int it Funny How?</a>", makes his own wine, has been beaten by a drunk girl twice, and is one of the brains behind <a href="http://www.onlythefabulous.com/">www.onlythefabulous.com</a>, a growing on-line community I have the honor of being part of.<br /><br /><br />Oh yes... He is one of those guys who enters your life witouth knocking the door...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/IMG_0380.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/400/IMG_0380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> ...those you never want to leave...<br /></div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1163637153019888492006-11-15T21:02:00.000-03:002006-11-15T22:53:40.513-03:00A Satin-Healed Disappointment<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/photo_11.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/200/photo_11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Tonight I finally watched Sofia Coppola´s Marie Antoinette.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/photo_29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/photo_29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />Since we firts heard of the making of this movie, Alexis and I were looking forward to watch it, we even talked about going to the theatre together during my stay in Florida (of course we never made it, there were too many events to attend and so lil´time) .<br /><br />Well... after almost a year and a half of espectations I was able to watch a copy of this film at home... and now my wrists are bleeding...<br /><br />Fucking Sophie!... did you have to turn one of the most fascinating moments in world history into a XVIII century version of Big Brother???????????<br /><br />The movie ended up being the most boring two hour (feels like 4) fashion show/costume parade I´ve ever seen, I hated it... (as I hate the need of turning your sight from the screen to the watch several times during a film.)<br /><br />I´m so sad!<br />This could have been a wonderful movie!<br />production is impecable, so does the photography (except for those hedious blured scenes)<br />The cast is not always brilliant or no brilliant at all (except for the Dunst Girl, who´s acting I admired since "Interview with the Vampire")<br /><br />The screenplay... horror, the music, worst, the dialogues, poor and the Direction was <span style="font-weight: bold;">WRONG WRONG WRONGGGGGGGG</span> and that´s a capital sin in this case...<br /><br /><br />...after all we are talking about <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">MARIE ANTOINETTE.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/061019_Mov_MarieAntEX.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/061019_Mov_MarieAntEX.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">As I said, Costume and Set Design are IM-PE-CA-BLE but they ´re not enough to waste two hours of your life.<br /></div></div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1163568576303208532006-11-15T02:26:00.000-03:002006-11-15T02:29:36.316-03:00Teo<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/DSC01503.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/400/DSC01503.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Big Boy!</div>Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9818034.post-1163278979043116112006-11-11T18:01:00.000-03:002006-11-11T20:46:23.340-03:00Ian´s Belated B.Day Party a la South BeachEverytime I say that I had no idea about the plans of having a Birthday celebration in Florida after a month of my real birthday date, I get "the eye" from my skeptic friends. But it is the truth!<br /><br />While I was getting ready for my oh-so-expected trip to Miami Beach, emails were flying between South Beach and Transylchusetts, plotting about this surprise and even exchanging photos of potential locations.<br /><br />It was until The day before my flight that I´ve been told I was about to have "another" B.Day Party and, of course, couldn´t say no (as if I wanted to!)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/1600/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Alexis picked up the phone and voilá! Twist opened their ´infamous´ Bungalow Bar just for Us.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20004.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20004.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20005.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20006.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />In most of the cases it was my first chance to see again most of my friends in the US, that added a the feeling of a delicious scent spreaded all over the the room. n thepicture above,, Countess Bedelia is welcoming me with a hug while Bennet smiles in the background.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Princess Ileanna von Hollandaise<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Just bebore the Gifts openning, I had the honor of being awarded with the hereditarily-purchased title of Princess Ilana von Hollandaise by<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span> The Court assembled and The "gracious" Countess duBarry as the Master of Ceremony (a.k.a. Fairy Godmother).<br /></div></div><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20014.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20016.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20016.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20017.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20018.jpg"> </a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20018.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20019.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20019.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20018.jpg"> </a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20021.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sillyness is such a great thing when it becomes a way of living!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20018.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As long as we don´t get adicted to it...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20022.jpg"><img style="width: 229px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20022.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20024.jpg"><img style="width: 237px; height: 158px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A lavish grilled lunch was hosted by That Pimpernel, our Swiss banker, Chris<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20028.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20028.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20008.jpg"><img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20030.jpg"><img style="width: 338px; height: 217px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20030.jpg"> </a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/640/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20032.jpg"><img style="width: 337px; height: 237px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/242/732/320/Halloween%202006%20Part%20I%20032.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Countess and Alexis helped me to openthe presents, THEY WERE FAAAAAAAAABULOUS!!!!!!Ian a.k.a, Rinventhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467504994295323353noreply@blogger.com