tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34291820427794074782024-02-19T07:42:02.377-08:00mucho todoSasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.comBlogger363125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-25399073290333714452011-04-15T07:20:00.001-07:002011-04-15T07:20:09.966-07:00<span id="goog_1038519234"></span><span id="goog_1038519235"></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-43443000833415535082010-08-25T07:05:00.000-07:002010-08-25T07:05:22.450-07:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">casi 4 dia sin fumar. </span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-66765319953039765922010-08-06T21:53:00.000-07:002010-08-07T09:36:17.107-07:00Back to real?<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The theatre conference is over. After 5 intense, exhausting and uncanny days trapped in the basement of the luxurious, excessive Hyatt Century Plaza Hotel in Beverly Hills (which used to be a sort of Republican niche in LA city), life seems to be back to normal. Many things happened in between. Just this morning I attended -- or intended to attend-- five different panels. 'Strategies of survival' was the warming up: 3 speakers, 3 members in the audience. Obliged to speak at the end, I managed to draw a nice overreaching question that brought sense to the early awakening. After that everything went wrong. Two unofficially canceled sessions made me send emails to the authors, and ---it will never stop surprising me -- just one hour after, I had two hot papers in my inbox. One of the essays ('Nine parts of desire') from a Polish artist, <a href="http://www.magdaromanska.com/">Magda Romanska</a>. I want to be her friend. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">For last panel I had to choose between two seemingly appealing options: 'Surviving the Holocaust: resistance, identity, representation and humor', and a round table discussion on 'Unmarked', </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="http://english.stanford.edu/bio.php?name_id=244">Peggy Phelan</a>'s book</span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> where she crafted perhaps the most iterated statement in performance studies' field: 'Performance becomes itself through disappearance'. Incapable of renunciations, I tried to do both things at the same time. I first squeezed into the 'Holocaust and Humor' session to discover that my favorite speaker had canceled his presentation only leaving a suggesting and now melancholic title: 'Laugh or Die'. Pulling myself over, I made my way to the mezzanine level where Peggy's fans were gathered. I was surprised to see the famous author sitting next to the table where six variously prepared scholars were enthusiastically discussing on her work. The situation was pretty awkward and, at some point, even disrespectful. All these people were talking about her without acknowledging in any way her embodied presence in the room. Perhaps as a result of a silent ceremony of extreme recognition, she seemed to have become a sort of ghost. Eventually, Phelan left the room. Five minutes later I followed up and went to the marvelous swimming pool looking for some fresh air. </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The whole scene had been highly theatrical</span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">. Phelan</span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> had enacted in some strange way her own words, she had become herself through disappearance.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">To celebrate my recovered freedom, this afternoon I went back to yoga. Gail, my favorite teacher at the LA Fitness center, pointed out again to the sky and the mother earth in the middle of a plastic gym in Westwood, a surreal area in LA where UCLA students share fancy restaurants with Hollywood premiers attenders. An extremely beautiful girl, probably a bad paid actress or perhaps a famous model, was practising next to me and I discovered myself competing to reach the most difficult postures in order to get Gail's approval. I failed of course. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Am I truly back to real? I think this is what I love the most of LA. It is a city that stresses the high levels of fiction all over its own foundational space. It acts as a reminder that life will always be luxuriously theatrical.</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFpkje_h01PHWR1TNOLUEJsZc7tYRRgLI4WBPPf2CA2sashpaPBbF6V5Ms8YOjSX5uNLXxJiR6eRDE0t8EOiPbxwDvx4P7YIZ_kPPHBGryEHQg0rLH8fgttevuy0aiT5tIsTlHwJjgWs/s1600/DSC04129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFpkje_h01PHWR1TNOLUEJsZc7tYRRgLI4WBPPf2CA2sashpaPBbF6V5Ms8YOjSX5uNLXxJiR6eRDE0t8EOiPbxwDvx4P7YIZ_kPPHBGryEHQg0rLH8fgttevuy0aiT5tIsTlHwJjgWs/s320/DSC04129.JPG" /></a></div>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-76448950304818782552010-03-24T01:42:00.000-07:002010-03-24T02:15:01.096-07:00March 24: A virtual community in mourning<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Esta es la notita que escribi ayer y me tuvo en fiebre mediatica durante todo el dia, sin resultados a la vista. Aca esta. Para mis Viquis/kkis (G, B, e I)</span></i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;">I got up early and I checked my Facebook page. It feels strange. Most of my Argentine friends have removed their pictures profiles and they have left the space empty. Where there used to be playful and colorful portraits there are now just shadows. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;">March 24 is the 34<sup>th</sup> anniversary of the coup d’ etat in Argentina. The dictatorship (1976-1983) left 30,000 missing: the ‘disappeared’, this infamous status of those somewhere between the dead and the living. Tomorrow there will be massive demonstrations around the country. Last weekend a campaign started on Facebook proposing that profile pictures be removed. Some of the shadowy outlines that are now appearing on the web have also included some traditional human right’s statements: ‘Nunca más’ (Never again), ‘Juicio y castigo’ (Trials and Punishment), ‘No los olvidamos’ (We don’t forget you), or simply the number: ‘30,000’. The contrast with the usually colorful images is powerful. As if Facebook itself was supporting the campaign promoting the removal of images, in a virtual iteration of the famous ‘Siluetazo’ (Silhouette campaign), the initiative that, on the borders of politics and art, called for justice in the 80s.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;">Last Saturday I updated my Facebook status. I wrote: ‘Facing <span class="uistorymessage">March 24 we take pictures out of our profiles so as those who still ask why the dictatorship was so terrible can imagine how it feels to have so many beloved missing. 1976-1983: it was state terrorism, not a war. A virtual community in mourning...’ I copied and translated one of the many statements that circulated in the web. Ines, m</span>y friend complains. ‘You should not write in English, here was where these things happened’, she says. ‘I am in a global campaign’, I joke. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;">Perhaps because I am living abroad, doing my PhD at Queen Mary (University of London) on the aftermath of Argentina’s dictatorship, this initiative totally occupies me. I try to focus on a paper I need to submit this week but I keep on checking the website looking for the appearance of new shadows. I can see the same status iterated once and again in the different profiles. Many friends living abroad post their new bilingual status. Some of them continue posting regular comments, but the spectral absence of pictures makes everything anew. There are some jokes going on as well. After removing his picture, a filmmaker protests: ‘It was so hard to find a nice picture anyway’.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;">In London, my former supervisor, Vikki Bell, professor at the Sociology Department of Goldsmiths signs up for the campaign: ‘joining the removal of profile picture 'virtual community of mourning' March 24 anniversary of coup in Argentina’.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;">We have become friends and she has her own project researching Argentina’s transition to democracy. I feel like weeping. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;">My boyfriend, a physicist working in neurosciences, changes his profile from Los Angeles, California, where he is running experiments with epileptic patients. We skype at the strange hours in the night and he tells me I should write something about it. ‘Are you kidding? I need to finish my paper, deadline is tomorrow’, I say. Instead of working, I keep on searching for new spectral updates and changes of statuses. There are many. <span class="uistorymessage">‘I never thought that a virtual community could be so exciting’, posts my lovely friend Gabriela. ‘My fingers hurt from typing’ writes my thesis focused friend Pau, but she has also removed her picture profile. There are also heated debates<b> </b></span><span class="uistorymessage">going on. </span>There are some who argue that the removal of pictures is not the right action to commemorate the missing ones. ‘They were not NN. The disappeared had faces, ideas, bodies. I will keep the picture of them’. In fact, HIJOS, the organization that gathers the children of the disappeared since 1996, has decided not to remove the pictures from the Facebook profiles but to post the faces of the missing ones instead. I check them at their Facebook page and they are beautiful, young, smiling, frozen in time. ‘My dad, disappeared </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Times; font-size: x-small;">the 26<sup>th</sup> August 1976’, writes someone. ‘They are still with us. Still alive. They will never disappear, the disappeared. Beyond silence, beyond forgetting. Our beloved’, writes another one. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;">In recent years, massive trials have restarted to condemn the military responsible for the genocide. CELS informs us that there are more than 1400 military implicated in these cases that involve crimes committed during the period of state terrorism. 22 have been sentenced. Just two of them are definitive. The organisation asks for celerity in the trials as part of the virtual campaign. Although the trials could not be more important I think we need something beyond legal justice, I think we need something even beyond forgiveness. How could murdering, killing and executing be ‘forgivable’? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;">When democracy was recovered in 1983, the network of organisations created by the victims of state terrorism assumed the form of a peculiar family. In Argentina, we have the Mothers, the Grandmothers, the Children and the relatives of the disappeared. Seemingly, only those related to blood to the missing had the authority to claim for justice. However, in recent years this situation has changed. New voices started presenting other ways of being affected. One chapter of my thesis also addresses this situation. It is an analysis of a theatrical performance, <i>Mi vida después</i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;"> (<i>My life after)</i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: x-small;"> (2009), directed by Lola Arias, a young Argentine director who had no relatives disappeared. On stage, six actors born between the late 1970s and the early 1980s give accounts of themselves by embodying their parents’ youth. They show their pictures, they read their letters, and eventually they enact their deaths. A pile of old clothes works as the perfect vehicle to step into a time machine and enact the parent’s lives. Not all of the actors are children of the disappeared; there is also the son of a priest and a girl who is the daughter of Luis Falco, an intelligence officer working for the military. Her father abducted a baby born in ESMA, the infamous detention centre in Buenos Aires, and falsified his identity. Now, Vanina, the actress, and Juan Cabandie, who recovered his identity, are prosecuting Falco in the courts. Although there is no blood connection between them, they still think of each other as siblings. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This new system of kinship is also present on Facebook campaign. People are requesting the images of the disappeared to post in their profiles. They are not biologically related; they just assume the other’s loss as part of their personal mourning. The necessity of the bloodline connection is surrendered. I believe it is so: a virtual community in mourning that travels the world, a community in difference, one that can have a spectral sort of agency in these times. It is not enough, of course, but it feels right. On March 24 we remove our pictures’ profiles. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-88187702001201573902010-01-30T02:48:00.003-08:002010-01-30T02:48:51.016-08:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">Oh Franny, Oh Zooey.... I will miss you J.D.S. </span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-22756715848757981592010-01-30T02:48:00.001-08:002010-01-30T02:48:19.010-08:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">un blog detenido en el tiempo...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">una tesis que avanza </span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-47786405083833564692009-12-09T07:41:00.000-08:002009-12-09T07:41:59.000-08:00BA, alla vamos!!!<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hermoso final de clases, presentaciones grupales de alumnitos, muy performaticas, chocolates, aplausos y abrazos. Ultima reunion con supervisoras, breve paso por British Library x un cafecito con Vikki, solo quedan dos cuadras para encontrarme con Pulu en St Pancras y Picadilly a Heathrow..... We will catch that flight!!!!</span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-21691079325076565282009-12-08T09:58:00.000-08:002009-12-08T09:58:48.539-08:00Peer observing<span style="font-size: x-small;">Hoy vino Nick, el director del departamento de Drama, a 'observar' mi clase de London, Culture & Perforormance, Noche muy en vela or so, comienzo muy poco promising pero cuando llego el observer la clase era una fiesta. Nunca comentarios tan adorables, incisivos, sofisticados... ! como los quiero! ahora a la office de Nick a por el feedback, je. </span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-1012096289060902942009-12-07T01:31:00.000-08:002009-12-07T01:31:15.168-08:00Casi alla<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Finde con Ceci y Stu. Compras navidenias. Tango. Regalitos para la abuela. Y algunos +. Solo falta una clase maniana y otra el miercoles y partimos!!!</span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-17741710815726808822009-12-07T01:27:00.000-08:002009-12-07T01:27:54.765-08:00Esto paso el viernes<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Upgraded!!! Ya soy una official PhD candidate. </span><br />
</div>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-71505315821571687182009-11-29T04:05:00.000-08:002009-11-29T04:05:04.621-08:002nd round<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">No totalmente recuperada de la primera, llego la segunda tanda de essays. Spatial analysis of theatrical venue in London. 21 examenes para corregir en dos dias. Ay!</span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-12314538177376729512009-11-29T04:02:00.000-08:002009-11-29T04:02:45.492-08:00Rejtman y yo<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Divina noche con Rejtman en London. Proyeccion de 'Copacabana' en el Discovery Latin America film fest, con gran interview de Fer Sdrigotti y luego symposium delirante en Birckbeck. Fin de noche en thai resto del Soho. Copa de vino rose. </span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-65956181929034038662009-11-16T08:23:00.000-08:002009-11-16T08:23:56.877-08:00Diferencias<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pula deja la vida en London, discutiendo notas de examenes y en el horno con clase, mientras los Chochones se divierten en las escaleras sin fin y hacen destrozos en Primark. So unfair! Pulu, quiero estar ahi!</span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-27585063542277321522009-11-15T17:30:00.000-08:002009-11-15T17:30:32.363-08:00<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">domingo de fiebre primark, caminata por canales y karaoke nocturno. Chochon luce modelo completo y tenemos sarten nueva estrenadisima con spaguettis a la pululesca. Tomorrow, teaching meeting para discutir notas de parciales --discrepancias importantes en puerta- y el martes clase sobre performance & space. Muy dificil abandonar Alexandra House asi.</span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-88430896482424579722009-11-14T14:49:00.000-08:002009-11-14T14:51:38.419-08:00Cumbre<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Los Chochones are here! Luego de cosechar exitos y exitos en la reunion de la ONU en Daqar, la comision chochonistica ya pernocta en el living de casita. Llegada a la estacion con flores y cafes regalados a Dr Pulu (el mejor lecturer del universo, dicho por unos de sus emocionados alumnos), la cumbre se traslado a la sede de Alexandra House para un brunch con tuti y champagne rose. Casi sin respiro hubo que correr al pub mas cercano para ver la disputa rugbier England-Argentina, paseo por centro y con adquisicion de tapados animal print y mas pub por mas fosters y cuba libres light, y mas. Alexandra es una fiesta. </span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-75176275477537473722009-11-13T02:50:00.000-08:002009-11-13T03:05:59.889-08:00Animando el soho<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Super velada Latine female literature en libreria Foyles. Despues de unas intervenciones no tan levemente precambricas, una chica en minifalda recien llegada de BA trajo ideas mas frescas e inspiradoras de una posible animacion cultural en clave de genero.... and still sexy. Una invitacion a participar de una celula revolucionaria. Post-event, vinos en el sohisimo Bar italia!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Para acompañar lectura de Lefebvre y De Certeau mis alumnitos de Drama tenian una tarea especial (fieldwork), hacer una sound walk, una caminata por Londres para detectar texturas y estrategias de apropiacion del espacio. Ayer hice mi fieldwork. Elegi ¨The missing voice¨, una caminata que parte de Whitechapel Gallery, pasa por Bricklane y termina en Liverpool station. Hay que retirar ipod y headphones de la recepcion (gratis y dejando un debir card) y dejarse guiar por la voz de Jane Cardiff que te lleva a pasear por la ciudad. Fue una de las experiencias mas hermosas, intensas y hasta aterradoras que vivi en Londres.<br />
Aca un comment que no esta tan a la altura: http://www.artfocus.com/JanetCardiff.html<br />
</span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-73579763271214960722009-11-09T01:12:00.000-08:002009-11-09T01:16:11.573-08:00Duque & Duquesa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtrciFHA_EfnZswKEH_Y7MtuQbiGTzyQwCmXvr5_WxgL-gI__1pr7G8i08BFcbFeJ5lhyphenhypheneW15c4YP1hi8nf2jIAtCQUpVQP5TgU81tR6cEomFPjmQDhsZ2yBcYkmyVzaSOtfaY03RAPI/s1600-h/party.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtrciFHA_EfnZswKEH_Y7MtuQbiGTzyQwCmXvr5_WxgL-gI__1pr7G8i08BFcbFeJ5lhyphenhypheneW15c4YP1hi8nf2jIAtCQUpVQP5TgU81tR6cEomFPjmQDhsZ2yBcYkmyVzaSOtfaY03RAPI/s200/party.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402029954175439682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Y tambien inauguracion oficial de palacio angelino. Hermosos duque & duquesa. Cocktail party y muchas estrellas. Un bowling muy historico. Pulus pernoctan.<br /></span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-88284885498029805132009-11-09T01:07:00.000-08:002009-11-09T01:10:54.370-08:00Un mes y una semana despues<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Un mes de ausencia y en el medio, teaching, teaching and teaching. Un term revolucionado por alumnitos britanicos. Tesista con carrera brillante confrontada con sus limites. Algo ha cambiado. Pero se vienen los chochones y un regreso vacacionado pronto. Solo quedan 2 vueltas mas de essays en el medio y un upgrade.<br /></span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-67063065598906635862009-09-29T10:17:00.001-07:002009-09-29T10:17:59.592-07:00<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sobrevivi! y hasta casi lo pase bien.<br /></span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-85424194108874045802009-09-28T15:39:00.000-07:002009-09-28T15:43:43.394-07:00Freaking out<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Primera clase mañana. London, Culture & Performance. 20 alumnitos de 18 años. Phoebe, Alex, Samantha, Yusur y otros nombres asi. Panico total. Piden name games y shake them out. Ohhh Drama People. En UBA Ciencias Sociales eso no se aprende. <br /></span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-63964185053064918422009-09-13T02:04:00.000-07:002009-09-13T02:07:47.886-07:00Sunny bridge<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cumple de Fer Ch en pleno festival del rio. Todo un puente cerrado para la ocasion y mesas y comiditas ricas y sombreros vegetales y animales de granja y tortas de 5 metros para repartir entre la mulitud y un sol increiblemente hermoso que duro hasta el final. Hayward Gallery con 241 beers con C y Stu y vuelta al pueblo para fiesta despedida de Emma. Hoy solarium en casa y nada mas.<br /></span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-78594316861328840002009-09-13T01:55:00.000-07:002009-09-13T11:51:07.949-07:00Goldsmiths time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-eayfGZFneCb-yDnSaklCpjuP65gpDofSEFw6hLU0lbeFmp4uxvYfQ0_qY61SBDx_vsZhyphenhyphene7AISFA54kDf279nP2fdXCbEXSZuHqzxMKaBszFjYhBGqvHFNhTiIapd6RjYwpGOZ-8Rw/s1600-h/DSC05072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-eayfGZFneCb-yDnSaklCpjuP65gpDofSEFw6hLU0lbeFmp4uxvYfQ0_qY61SBDx_vsZhyphenhyphene7AISFA54kDf279nP2fdXCbEXSZuHqzxMKaBszFjYhBGqvHFNhTiIapd6RjYwpGOZ-8Rw/s200/DSC05072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381026463503224978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Graduation day en Goldsmiths. Y finalmente no hubo robes. I didn't feel like using it. Y en cambio robe para mi amiga Spider que llego de Alemania con comitiva de padres, hermano -con pelo genial, y novio, y entonces habia que vestir la sorpresa. Fui dama de honor y hasta vestir la purple, que es para los PhDs y solo faltan dos anios. La ceremonia tuvo sello Goldsmiths total, muy por las Social Sciences, Arts and Humanities y despues recepcion en los jardines soleados con carpa musical y girasoles y toda la critical & creative family reunida un anio despues. Champagne free y en cantidad y fotos performaticas y Pulu picado por abeja, suerte que estaba madre alemana con unguento listo en la cartera. Tapas para 15 en el Borough Market y siestita al borde de la iglesia a pura burbuja.Suerte que Angela cancelo reunion y pudimos volver a casita....</span><br /></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-46718504751881814242009-09-03T01:12:00.001-07:002009-09-03T01:18:08.801-07:00LL with Little Dinosaur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQU3CXcOZvEdrEJ69YVtrT8xyFRZ3DRWgqkC8yd7mlsBfmheFgWC59jRK_3TukPzWu4vPIgqUyOipvSXYQB-HeJytU-q7Mpyxtzq5gBXc7ZFsqyU-Fd4dKcQPFln_-Tbk9c0TomWZfjG0/s1600-h/Lucio+_+28-08-2009+012_BAJA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQU3CXcOZvEdrEJ69YVtrT8xyFRZ3DRWgqkC8yd7mlsBfmheFgWC59jRK_3TukPzWu4vPIgqUyOipvSXYQB-HeJytU-q7Mpyxtzq5gBXc7ZFsqyU-Fd4dKcQPFln_-Tbk9c0TomWZfjG0/s200/Lucio+_+28-08-2009+012_BAJA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377151316075916306" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///Users/ceci/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" />Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429182042779407478.post-49849095941820519242009-08-28T04:28:00.001-07:002009-08-28T04:30:23.262-07:00<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bien por los miercoles de cine de lux. La promo 2x1 de Orange es casi mejor que la de metrogas. Vimos The Hangover y Coco before Chanel. Quiero mas.<br /></span></span>Sasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606068926137763960noreply@blogger.com0