<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:56.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oNe LaST CHaNCe</title><subtitle type='html'>WeBLoG de Llorch a.k.a. York</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107829223316042656</id><published>2004-03-02T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:39:21.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Con una liga amarrada en la mu?eca</title><summary type='text'>Me gusta servirme el caf? expresso en una taza enorme, de barro, recuerdo de una visita especial?sima a Coyoac?n. Encuentro enormemente placentero alternar bocadillos de mariscos con sorbos de vino tinto. Es especialmente apreciable a mi vista la reci?n plasmada firma con tinta roja en el papel de mi cheque semanal. Pero todas estas cosas me tienen sin cuidado mientras no me ense?es que hay otra</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107829223316042656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107829223316042656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107829223316042656' title='Con una liga amarrada en la mu?eca'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107823695681370511</id><published>2004-03-02T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T06:18:04.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un d?a m?s. Ayer preguntaba mi maestro de Expansionismo europeo, al ver la l?nguida respuesta de todos nosotros a sus intentos did?cticos: "?No tienen ganas de estar en clase? ?No se sienten con ?nimo hoy?" "Digo, porque a veces as? pasa" "d?ganme, con toda confianza" "A ver, ?Qui?n notiene ganas de clase hoy?" Por toda respuesta, alguien se inspeccionaba las u?as, alguien m?s dibujaba algo en su</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107823695681370511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107823695681370511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823695681370511' title=''/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107818683427434724</id><published>2004-03-01T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:22:41.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un empujoncito</title><summary type='text'>Hay veces en que no se sabe si resulta bueno dejarse llevar, jalar o empujar. Qué semanas tan interminables parecían las dos que recién pasaron, y heme aquí. Sí. Pero esta vez debe ser diferente. Mejor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107818683427434724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107818683427434724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107818683427434724' title='Un empujoncito'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107353730423638485</id><published>2004-01-07T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T20:49:37.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENERO A CUESTAS</title><summary type='text'>Back to the real world as we know it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107353730423638485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107353730423638485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353730423638485' title='ENERO A CUESTAS'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107238696785550336</id><published>2003-12-25T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T13:17:08.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nice life!</title><summary type='text'>Dormir...Comer...Dormir, dormir...Comer, comer...Dormir, dormir, dormir...Comer, comer,comer...Dormir, dormir, dormir, dormir...Comer, comer, comer, comer...Dormir, dormir, dormir, dormir, dormir...Comer, comer, comer, comer, comer...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107238696785550336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107238696785550336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238696785550336' title='What a nice life!'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107231696796641873</id><published>2003-12-24T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T17:50:27.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nochebuena (y mañana es navidad)</title><summary type='text'>Algunos días del año importantísimos para algunas gentes, es el caso de esta fecha del día de hoy, la víspera de la Navidad, que en el calendario cristiano representa el advenimiento en forma de hombre (flesh &amp; bone) de Dios o en su versión de hijo -recordemos que son tres: el Padre, el Hijo, y el Espíritu Santo) a la tierra. Aquí, en nuestra ciudad, resulta interesante la cantidad por demás </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107231696796641873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107231696796641873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107231696796641873' title='Nochebuena (y mañana es navidad)'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107217114806376011</id><published>2003-12-23T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T01:20:06.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Karma</title><summary type='text'>Y hablando de Karma...Hay cosas que de inmediato se regresan, hay aquéllas que esperan el momento adecuado para dar de regreso donde más nos duele... Hay, em cambio otras, algunas que parecn no desquitarse nunca. Pero uno sabe que sí lo harán, es que, simplemente así es como es. No podría ser de otro modo. El que la hace, la paga.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107217114806376011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107217114806376011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107217114806376011' title='Instant Karma'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107207915573448018</id><published>2003-12-21T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:46:52.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QuÃ© Pedo</title><summary type='text'>Con los pinches acentos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107207915573448018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107207915573448018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207915573448018' title='QuÃ© Pedo'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107207910038414600</id><published>2003-12-21T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:45:56.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMESICK</title><summary type='text'>Sexta ParteO cÃƒÂ¡ (como decÃƒÂ­a el buen Matuz) Este es el ÃƒÂºltimo dÃƒÂ­a para nosotros, por que el entrenamiento sigue todavÃƒÂ­a una semana mÃƒÂ¡s para algunas gentes, ya que aquÃƒÂ­ van a entrenar de una vez a quienes van a ser End-Users del ORACLE.La agenda (Orden del dÃƒÂ­a) para hoy, era Management antes de la comida, y Shipping de regreso, pero, de acuerdo con informaciÃƒÂ³n de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107207910038414600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107207910038414600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207910038414600' title='&lt;strong&gt;HOMESICK&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107205470816883693</id><published>2003-12-21T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T16:59:25.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENN STATE</title><summary type='text'>FÃ© de erratas: El mensaje de ayer PHILADELPHIA ROLL es la cuarta parte, y yo le puse errÃ³neamente tercera. La tercera parte es SUNDAY RUBY SUNDAY. Dejo constancia de lo anterior, y prosigo con la:Quinta ParteSigo con el mismo Domingo. Ya estacionados frente a la Catholic St. Paul's Church, nos dedicamos a recorrer los comercios de la Beaver Ave. LibrerÃ­as, tiendas de ropa, de baicas, -aquÃ</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107205470816883693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107205470816883693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107205470816883693' title='&lt;strong&gt;PENN STATE&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107197488459332457</id><published>2003-12-20T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T18:49:00.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHILADELPHIA ROLL</title><summary type='text'>Para Lily for the good ol' daysTercera Parte El Domingo en la tarde nos fuÃ­mos a Penn State. Aprovechamos que Larry se fuÃ© a pasar el fin de semana con sus camaradas y nos dejÃ³ el carro. (Toyota Camry '98 blanco), y como advirtiÃ³ que llegarÃ­a como a las 5:00 o 5:30 para ir a cenar, pues consideramos que las 2:30 de la tarde era buena hora para escabullirnos y no estar a las 5-5.30.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107197488459332457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107197488459332457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107197488459332457' title='&lt;strong&gt;PHILADELPHIA ROLL&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107050568475360875</id><published>2003-12-03T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T18:42:03.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezin'</title><summary type='text'>Â¿Que importa que ya no haya clases? Una mirada tuya basta para no tomar chocolate calientito y sentirse agusto.CafÃ© por favor...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107050568475360875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107050568475360875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050568475360875' title='Freezin&apos;'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107048689591475381</id><published>2003-12-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T13:28:54.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRISBURGH, PA</title><summary type='text'>Ya que Larry Yanachik nos dejÃ³ el carro por el fin de semana, el Viernes en la tarde nos preparamos Humberto y yo para hacer el itinerario de fin de semana. Con riesgo de pasar como turiastas gringos en el "shopping", nos fuimos al mall que queda enfrente de C-Cor, y nos compramos tres mapas de esos tipo GuÃ­a Roji, pero gabachos: Randy McNally. Nos metimos al cine de State College, pinche cine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107048689591475381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107048689591475381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107048689591475381' title='HARRISBURGH, PA'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-107043658896147586</id><published>2003-12-02T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T23:30:27.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordando hoy hace tres aÃ±os...</title><summary type='text'>Te dÃ­ las gracias nuevamente, sÃ³lo que esta vez acompaÃ±Ã© mi abrazo con la frase que habÃ­a estado acuÃ±ando durante toda la semana que estuviste fuera: -"que tarde te conocÃ­". Dicho esto soltaste una carcajada inmensa pero, lo supe distinguir, nerviosa, y en tono que quiso ser de broma insinuaste: - "Ã¡ndale, ya suÃ©ltame, que van a decir que somos amantes" -Â¿te importarÃ­a? -inquirÃ­, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107043658896147586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/107043658896147586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043658896147586' title='Recordando hoy hace tres aÃ±os...'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-105634428096543334</id><published>2003-06-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T22:34:23.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Adriana</title><summary type='text'>Dentro de todo me diÃ³ gusto verte por aquÃ­Â­ de nuevo. La vida sigue su curso y el mejor homenaje para ella es vivir tu vida a plenitud.Mucha gente dice que el silencio es el mejor alivio que se puede proporcionar a quien -como tÃº- sufre la pÃ©rdida de un ser querido. SÃ© que esto es cierto a veces. SÃ© tambiÃ©n de las ganas de gritar, de tener mÃ¡s lÃ¡grimas para seguir llorando, de ese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105634428096543334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105634428096543334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105634428096543334' title='a Adriana'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-105539750946131336</id><published>2003-06-11T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T07:06:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"To Do Esdes Con Fianza" o somos presa de la aleatoriedad</title><summary type='text'>DespuÃ©s de todo, parece que 'se le mueve una patita' a este asunto. Ya lo ha dicho Morrisey: "There is a light that never goes out", y lo confirmÃ³ refritera y lastimosamente Mikel Erentxun: "Hay una luz que nunca se apaga"; que para efectos literales no es lo mismo pero es igual. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105539750946131336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105539750946131336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105539750946131336' title='&quot;To Do Esdes Con Fianza&quot; o somos presa de la aleatoriedad'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-105538918829470287</id><published>2003-06-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T07:07:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AhÃ­ se va a saber</title><summary type='text'>Si todo hubiera seguido el rumbo que nadie imaginÃ¡bamos diferente, ahora estarÃ­a en otra parte. De seguro. No es que mi deseo fuera ver cÃ³mo se deshacÃ­a a pedazos cada vez mÃ¡s grandes el terrÃ³n de vida que quedÃ³ despuÃ©s de todo el drama aquÃ©l. Pero Â¿acaso ahora siento que esto ha sido bueno?Me da pena pensar que dentro de unos dÃ­as pudiera sentir algo diferente a lo que he sentido </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105538918829470287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105538918829470287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105538918829470287' title='&lt;strong&gt;AhÃ­ se va a saber&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-105525929832164066</id><published>2003-06-10T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T08:44:19.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo te avisÃ© (y vos no me escuchaste)SabÃ­a que iba a pasar esto. La arena en mis ojos no miente.ReciÃ©n lleguÃ© me hablaron de programaciÃ³n y tuve que salir de la oficina. La "noble" intenciÃ³n del amigo Maho (Mahomahomahomaho Mahomahomahomaho) hasta allÃ¡ me alcanzÃ³ vÃ­a telefÃ³nica para darme la primera noticia del dÃ­a: Alguien derramÃ³ mi cafÃ© sobre el escritorio. Chin. OjalÃ¡ no sea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105525929832164066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105525929832164066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105525929832164066' title=''/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. York</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554165547990894945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466692.post-105523382529126866</id><published>2003-06-10T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T01:36:36.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AquÃ­ voy. Pero no esperes mucho mÃ¡s de lo habitual. De seguro no serÃ¡ nada parecido al ritual. Que va! Todo lo contrario. Espero que la anti-hora y el desparpajo construyan su propia disciplina. El Ã³rden emergiendo del caos, casi simulando la forma de una mariposa al repetirse en ciclos contÃ­nuos e ininterrumpidos; ciclos que son algo asÃ­ como el Dios de la biblia: Ya estaban. Â¿PorquÃ©? Â¿</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105523382529126866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466692/posts/default/105523382529126866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlyonelastchance.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105523382529126866' title=''/><author><name>Llorch a.k.a. 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