Olga Vera, tell me the main idea of this article...
The move from a structuralist account in which capital is understood to structure social relations in relatively homologous ways to a view of hegemony in which power relations are subject to repetition, convergence, and rearticulation brought the question of temporality into the thinking of structure, and marked a shift from a form of Althusserian theory that takes structural totalities as theoretical objects to one in which the insights into the contingent possibility of structure inaugurate a renewed conception of hegemony as bound up with the contingent sites and strategies of the rearticulation of power.
With this sentence, your IQ will be measured by the number of reading inches advanced. Mine is 5.
P.S: the text won the "Bad Writting Contest" published in the journal of Philosophy and Literature.
With this sentence, your IQ will be measured by the number of reading inches advanced. Mine is 5.
P.S: the text won the "Bad Writting Contest" published in the journal of Philosophy and Literature.
La mafia china se nos viene encima!
Yesterday I returned home and...What's going in hereee???? I found out the Yakuza were ransacking my house… I had to exchange two dozen pounds of noodles in order to keep my things in place. Life is tough. :*(
Zhu consulting the deal with his bosses
Zhu consulting the deal with his bosses
Haruna and the hallway
Imagine having a farewell date. The date is with a japanse girl that returns to her country the very next day. Imagine you are the only one that takes her out the last night bc everybody else is more concerned in packing some baggages, working till midnight or just being unreacheable. Ok, now, imagine the same japansese girl knocking at your dorm’s door inside your appartment and unexpectedly awakening you at 1am.
Got it? That’s what exactely happened to me last week.
Rewinding, I went out with Haruna and Chen-mei to Kent’s Buffalo wings (for the newcomers, Kent is a typical Far-West town in Ohio, USA–check it on GoogleEarth). Ah ja, we wento out and the night was cool. Some chicken wings, some 360° TVs, the standard stuff you get in american pubs. When we finished, we dropped Haruna to Lina’s house and the night appered seamless.
What does people do around 11pm when there is nothing else to do and you are sexually exhausted? You get some sleep, right? Well we just did this. Then, after 2 hours of beautiful drowsiness, Chen-mei awoke me: David, David, someone is knocking on the door. My unconscious first-reaction was: Chen-mei, you are dreaming, who on the earth can be knocking at my DORM’s door at one AM in the morning??? But after 10 seconds the pom-pom-pom continues. Ok, I got it. Chen-mei you open! :)
Someone inside in my appartment is knocking at my dorm’s door!!!. This means that there is someone that I don't know that managed to get inside my appartment. My roomates can’t be, bc they are all out tonight. Who is it then? Shall I open? –Pom, pom, pom!!! The knockings continue, I open and… Haruna is standing in the hallway: Sorry, David, I forgot my laptop on your car’s trunk….Peroperoperokepaxxxaa??? Take this: Chen-mei and I we made sure she didn’t forgot anything in the backseat of my car…That's a pretty commonplace to forget wallets, tampax, shoes, etc...But, well, the seamless night had a flaw: nobody remembered Haruna left her laptop IN the trunk. Joder! After a couple of beers who does??
Got it? That’s what exactely happened to me last week.
Rewinding, I went out with Haruna and Chen-mei to Kent’s Buffalo wings (for the newcomers, Kent is a typical Far-West town in Ohio, USA–check it on GoogleEarth). Ah ja, we wento out and the night was cool. Some chicken wings, some 360° TVs, the standard stuff you get in american pubs. When we finished, we dropped Haruna to Lina’s house and the night appered seamless.
What does people do around 11pm when there is nothing else to do and you are sexually exhausted? You get some sleep, right? Well we just did this. Then, after 2 hours of beautiful drowsiness, Chen-mei awoke me: David, David, someone is knocking on the door. My unconscious first-reaction was: Chen-mei, you are dreaming, who on the earth can be knocking at my DORM’s door at one AM in the morning??? But after 10 seconds the pom-pom-pom continues. Ok, I got it. Chen-mei you open! :)
Someone inside in my appartment is knocking at my dorm’s door!!!. This means that there is someone that I don't know that managed to get inside my appartment. My roomates can’t be, bc they are all out tonight. Who is it then? Shall I open? –Pom, pom, pom!!! The knockings continue, I open and… Haruna is standing in the hallway: Sorry, David, I forgot my laptop on your car’s trunk….Peroperoperokepaxxxaa??? Take this: Chen-mei and I we made sure she didn’t forgot anything in the backseat of my car…That's a pretty commonplace to forget wallets, tampax, shoes, etc...But, well, the seamless night had a flaw: nobody remembered Haruna left her laptop IN the trunk. Joder! After a couple of beers who does??
Yankis in the rain
The ohioans and by extension the americans, are not afraid of the rain. This means that while you are using a plebian umbrella, you will see americans taking a full water blast. Not necessarily running. Just walking and enjoying a free body shower. Then, the first time you see this egregious image, you may think, what about the colds, wet hair and all this particularly dangerous consequences associated with wettness that my mom taught me? They will tell you: Well, colds equals facts of life. Easy to accept, right?
"I got a cold" they say. Pretty nasty, right? Not for the stoich yankis" -How you got it?
"oh well, it rained and I didnt had an umbrella" But they don't explain it to you with a sad sigh. No, they tell it to you like "I just got it" like saying "oh, by the way a car run over me and now I am dead".
Similarly like my friend Daniel: -How you got that cold? And he will tell you: I went to sleep clothless after taking a shower and with my room's window wide open. He did it precisely on a harsh damm cold winter night. No problemo!
"I got a cold" they say. Pretty nasty, right? Not for the stoich yankis" -How you got it?
"oh well, it rained and I didnt had an umbrella" But they don't explain it to you with a sad sigh. No, they tell it to you like "I just got it" like saying "oh, by the way a car run over me and now I am dead".
Similarly like my friend Daniel: -How you got that cold? And he will tell you: I went to sleep clothless after taking a shower and with my room's window wide open. He did it precisely on a harsh damm cold winter night. No problemo!
Certain things doesnt seem to change...
Rumela is one of the graduates in my lab. Her husband's father recently died. So today, Erin, another PhD student from our program brought her a cake. When I saw it, I got surprised and I couldn't resist to spontaneously ask her:
-Wow, you did it?
Rumela, while giving Erin her thanks, abruptly corrected me: it's 'made' not did. She smirked.
This made me remember that looks like there is something with the kernel of the Brain's Operating System that doesnt seem change over time.
Now, indulge me. Not all of you will remember of course, but back then in IPSI's 6th grade of Elementary studies, my then platonic love Laura R. got sick and when she recovered I spontaneoulsy told her:
'Estas bona'. Only catalan speakers will fully understand what it means, I know, but it turns out in Catalan 'you are healthy' and 'you are cute' have the same gramatical form. It was not surprising that Paul Rosal and his friends laughed out loud when they hear my words. I was disturbed, I didnt understand. What was going on? After a while Paul clarified me and I realized my slip of tongue. This was in 1990, 16 years later, my Kernel continues untouched.
-Wow, you did it?
Rumela, while giving Erin her thanks, abruptly corrected me: it's 'made' not did. She smirked.
This made me remember that looks like there is something with the kernel of the Brain's Operating System that doesnt seem change over time.
Now, indulge me. Not all of you will remember of course, but back then in IPSI's 6th grade of Elementary studies, my then platonic love Laura R. got sick and when she recovered I spontaneoulsy told her:
'Estas bona'. Only catalan speakers will fully understand what it means, I know, but it turns out in Catalan 'you are healthy' and 'you are cute' have the same gramatical form. It was not surprising that Paul Rosal and his friends laughed out loud when they hear my words. I was disturbed, I didnt understand. What was going on? After a while Paul clarified me and I realized my slip of tongue. This was in 1990, 16 years later, my Kernel continues untouched.
Karaoke with cops
Hi! Yes, u read it!...Last Wednesday, surprise and merder padre awaited me...My friend Paul, invited me to some standard karaoke nite in a remote pub beyond Cuyahoga falls. Then the unexpected happened...In a matter of seconds, I was surrounded by his friends: the Kent State police officers!!!! Yeeehaa vamos todooOOs!! They were singing the 'Oh Sole miooooo!!!" Come no! There they were, in civilian clothes, absolutely amazing...and in the middle of them, one catalan from some obscure autonomous comunity in Spain...from now one, my standard answer for the americans to "where are you from?" is "from Barcelona'. This at least produces the expected "ahhhh" that means "I know its not a river".
the downside? They force me to sing 'Living la vida locaaa' Sniff sniff, when we left it was pouring cats and dogs...
the downside? They force me to sing 'Living la vida locaaa' Sniff sniff, when we left it was pouring cats and dogs...
Room Service (La Casa de los Lios)
August went away and the Shiites and Sunis in my apartment smoked the peace pipe 24/7. The living was absolutely wonderful, compared with the american bitch -aka: Michelle Mueller- that left before them. Rami and Reza have been one of the best roomates of all. But life moves one and the new batch is moving in: James and 'Olu', a Chinese and an afro-american that I am still not sure where he comes from. I will keep you updated!
Besides, today was graduation day, and after long time, I meet again with Gail, Marie's friend from Venezuela (or was she from Colombia?). Oh...by the way, it rained the hell out just during my way to the event, but it was nice to remember the good ol' years :)
Battlefield Kent: batalla over
Hi penya! well, finally the bitch of SOuth lincoln (AKA Michelle Mueller)went away...After a month and a half of savage supidity in the appartment she finally disappeared, something that Rami and me stop us short of having a ball. Of course, as it happens, the bitch was also a 'morosa' . She got away w/o paying me $70. These things always come in packs: stupidy+ skills-to-get- away-without-paying. Now the waters are again calm and I am enjoying my new roomates: Rami from Aman, Jordania, and Reza from Teheran Iran. Their arabic coffee is the best on the planet :)
Who's this guy???
Who's this guy???