Monday, February 28, 2011

Sample Of Debut Invocation

Carlos: You may have the data or any of the followers of the blog. In February 19 we recommended the book came out Compendium Digital Photography Michael Freeman but can not find in bookstores. Please, someone knows where to find him.

A blog reader, Giovanna Manosalva, sent me an email to see if any of you know where to get Michael Freeman's book entitled: "Compendium of Digital Photography."

mentioned in the magazine we are on 19 this month (Lima - Peru), and the publisher is Evergreen.

thank Already, in the name of Giovanna, any information about it, thanks to all the people who follow this blog!

Carlos

Friday, February 25, 2011

Home Made Pizza Calories

back office things happen.

Friday, finally!. At half past three lame goat, stay with a friend and throw to Soto del Real. Ahead around two and half hours comfortable. Time, fantastic, sunshine and good temperature ... I even dare with a spring jacket.
are given all the circumstances for an enjoyable evening.
No, the was not final. Ciclabamos
when he was coming back from a service lane properly. Suddenly, less than 4 or 5 meters behind us, there is a bus that indicates its presence with a horn played unbelievable. A puff of many seconds. The shock, then at the height of the puff. Monumental. In that stretch, the road is very rough and even has some damn pothole. The speed that goes with the bike is over 40 because it tends downwards.
The blast is monumental, as I said.
When a rider is frightened, lost and lurches straight line. That is what happened. Fortunately neither of us have gone to ground.
Bus, the company Montes de Alcobendas, unless we've missed separation of one meter side and playing the horn again.
was not a motorway. It was not a highway. We were duly took our helmets. Circulabamos correctly.
The feeling of powerlessness with which a rider's left is big, very big. Almost kill you, do not forget anyone.
was already touching on the town and were going, I will not deny it, behind the bus. The thing could not be so. The subject well deserved an apology from the "professional" that nearly killed us.
Parada. Marquee. I wonder what that is. Because by doing that. Do not know if that has been rolling. That has to be more careful. That we are fragile and that even if we do wrong (it was not the case) that gives no right to make the anyone's life at stake ... Of course.
bus door is open, up and down people. My friend gets on the bus, talking excitedly to the driver (seriously, only heated, is a polite guy) and the driver, far from any act of apology, says clearly:
- you had to be struck, that you grumble of truth.
At the same time, 90% of bus fare, my friend reproaches. The driver closes the door and tells himself that there is not output.
I'm in front of the bus with my bike and with my friend. I call the Police Municipal coming soon. The bus driver made me photos of me. I do not give credit. Then tell you want to sue us for kidnapping ... yes, of course, a bike tip, do not fuck.
There are people who really only deserves to learn to hit and this guy is this. Come
police, friendly people. I tell them what happened. In telegram plan. I tell you themselves. Draw their own conclusions and apply a little psychology, you see the attitude of the driver and see ours. Nothing more. White and cylinder.
another bus comes to pick up the passage of the first. We have been there some time. All clear.
passengers get off the bus and go to our vera and the police, we say that we do not reason. A passenger says something like:
- I am cyclist and these guys are right, what did the driver can not be done. The other passengers also chide him.
One says that if you miss a plane that has to take, we report (hopefully not miss out, the jerk).
Well, this is roughly what happened.
Let everyone draw their own conclusions.
For my part, I'm not going to complain. Unfortunately I think there is nothing to report because nothing has happened.
What it does is try to talk to the boss, the manager, the owner of the bus company, and I will give complaint about this driver.
also do not think anything happen to this individual.
Maybe with a little luck, the child or the same charge of this company, is a rider like me. And I understand. And act accordingly.
Worse, because this will happen again because the not have a driver education as God commands, continue to read, unfortunately, news of cyclists hit by scum like this being with whom I've encountered today.

With God.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

How To Replace Batteries On A Kiddie Smoke Alarm

A normal output.

sounds the alarm. It's 8 o'clock in the morning. They play 4 ½ hours of cycling. "Just go," says in the road workouts. No more.
Every day costs me over early. I was angry before, now I do and I'm the Remolon half hour in bed.
is 8 and a half, I get up, get dressed and bag lalola the park.
Whenever I have to ride a bike look to the flags waving in the park from my house. See if there is wind. I so sleepy that blow from the front but I do not even notice unless you look at flags. Subo
home and I prepare breakfast. Fruit, lots of fruit and coffee and apretao. With the TV set (the only time of day when we see it, usually) handles news while fruit hair.
Everything is a ritual. Unintentionally. But ritual.
Capsaicin for the back and put on the Roman. Bidon with the filth of rigor, helmet, goggles, music and rail. Chin Chan. Al tran tran. In passing the hours on the bike riding. Thinking of all, making decisions dummy, talking to people who no longer (sadness and happiness in equal measure). Imagining future situations, controlling expenses of the month, checking the bank account, thinking that makes eating, excited from time to time in the plain and suffering and in the fucking IEME cagandome when I get some tack. Looking at my watch, so I inadvertently and three horillas. The media? me sweat. Here it is do not? for that, to roll and be with oneself, which is the best there is. Stop by pueblin way to the miniport to which I have to finish and head for home. Some apricots and a handful of nuts, filled the drum on a platter and enebruparriba. Atrancao to 53. The legs burn, back crunches but one already used, the day you go without discomfort ... this is it. Crown with effort and with the legs and touched. Now it's down the lane and from there, let me fall.
Without realizing it, I thought back over the coupling. Without realizing it, I'm coming home.
Me under the bike, open the door of the portal and urbanization way to my house. Now I think only in a shower and swallow a couple of BCAS with a cold beer, to be recovered. The yin and yang. Morning touches another similar but not identical. Tiredness
pleasant melon reset.
Still, I keep shitting in the fucking IEME. It is what it is. But I like it.
With God.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Monica Roccaforte Actual Ibm

This Blog exceeded 10,000 entries today !!... today February 5, 2011 at 23:50, Lima time, this blog had 10.016 income from different parts of the world. Thanks, Thanks, Thanks! How

This post is to thank each and every one of you for your readership, to follow closely each of the articles I'm publishing here.

This renews my energy to keep posting as the questions you are doing and is going directly to the blog, or the facebook page.

Number of visits and places where you do

Some history:
I started to post the first articles in April 2010, was not sure the acceptance "Photography Photographers Non" , albeit with some articles on his back I decided to open the blog in June 2010 so that search engines can find you, evolution is as follows: June

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Julio                                     59
Agosto                                353
Setiembre                           935
Octubre                           1,202
Noviembre                      1,594
Diciembre                       2,457
January 2011 2.938
February 5, 2011 ; 478

month Statistics supplied by Google


One of the things I is surprised the host of this blog in various parts of the world, the truth, I never imagined.

Halfway discovered a free service called MapLoco, which I placed in my blog page so I can know from which city in the world are entering the blog.


Plans for this year are: keep posting topics of interest to you, through the mail, are asking, answer inquiries made directly to me, and having already taken the decision, the enormous pressure that you put, I will start to give classes to small groups in return to Peru (Lima) in a couple of months. Only

is infinitely thank you for being there.

Carlos Camino

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Invitation Poem For Third Birthday'

what amounts to being simple and what is not.

Simple. however much you want to call it something else, the best definition is that, "simple." Let
.
"I wake up in the morning and you do?.
- Simple, piss.
- And then?
- simple, cagarte in the bitch.
-why?
- simple, because you have to Curran and you have no fucking win.
-breakfast and that breakfast?
- simple. Always the same.
"As you like coffee?
- Simple. Only strong and without sugar.
- Why no sugar!?
- Damn, simple! because I like coffee. If I did not like coffee, you would put sugar, damn!.
-Sales at eating and before eating you like to do?.
- Damn, simple! take you a beer!
And as you ask?
- simple as, say something like: cool, toss me a pami! (And the waiter as you know what I want and is also simple, since strip tap let it out a bit, close tap, given pressure, reopened and voila! a reed roll easily (not simple) for you to take it, just comfortable thinking that maybe, if there is a God ... uloquesea
. Comes
-well, eat healthy. Why?
-Simple, because you can not get as Carlitos.
-and why? if you do a lot of sports?
- S imple. Because Carlitos today do not have to swim 3500 meters and run an hour and a half.
"And that? This seems simple?
- You might look simple, swimming and running in itself is simple. Only movement. But believe me, it is not.
- Well to me if I seems very simple.
- Well, explain to me because then there are many days I'm more angry than a cute because I have 3 hours of training .
- Simple, because you do not want.
"Okay, today,?! I am now hooked on the back, I can hardly walk or bend down but I put the tights and the shoes and tried to run. I could, I shit on everything imaginable and I got home, I took a muscle relaxant, and after a while, I tried to go swimming. Jump in the water only hurt me. I was also unable to swim.
Because I'm fucking pissed off for not more training than the fact itself that hurts me back?!

- simple, but I'm not going to say cool, not going to be like you .. or not.

With God. Recently