Acabo de volver de Turquía y hoy mismo empieza un retiro de 3 o 4 días junto a una piscina. Aprovecharé para repasar las fotos y hacer una tria para colgar en el flickr.
Dejo 3 fotos para ir haciendo boca:
El interior de una pequeña mezquita cerca del Bazar Egipcio de Istanbul. En el suelo se pueden ver el espacio que debe ocupar cada persona al rezar.
Bocadillo de pescado comprado en la orilla del Cuerno de Oro.
Ajedrez con fichas mostrando el ejercito alemán y el ejercito ruso visto en el Gran Bazar.
mierda. (Del lat. merda). 1. f. Excremento humano. 2. f. Excremento de algunos animales. 3. f. coloq. Grasa, suciedad o porquería que se pega a la ropa o a otra cosa. 4. f. coloq. Cosa sin valor o mal hecha. 5. com. coloq. Persona sin cualidades ni méritos. (En la 23a edición: Persona despreciable)
mierda. 1. interj. vulg. Expresa contrariedad o indignación.
vete, idos, etc., a la ~. 1. expr. vulg. vete, idos, etc., a paseo.
El fin de semana estaré fuera, pero a la vuelta pongo la receta.
Edit: La receta
Ingredientes (para 4 personas) 4 cucharadas de salsa de soja clara 2 cucharaditas de azucar moreno 500g de pechugas de pollo (deshuesadas y sin piel) 3 cucharadas de aceite vegetal 2 cebollas, en cuartos 2 dientes de ajo, majados 350g de brotes de soja 3 cucharaditas de aceite de sésamo 1 cucharada de harina de maíz 3 cucharadas de agua 425ml de caldo de pollo
Preparación Maceración Mezclar la salsa de soja con el azucar hasta que se disuelva. Macerar el pollo en la mezcla durante como mínimo 20 minutos (yo lo tuve más de 12 horas y quedó muy bien).
Cocción (los tiempos son para wok) Calentar el aceite vegetal Saltear el pollo (2-3 minutos) Añadir el ajo y la cebolla (2 minutos) Añadir los brotes de soja (4-5 minutos) Añadir el aceite de sésamo Añadir el agua mezclada con la harina maíz en forma de pasta Añadir el caldo de pollo Dejar reducir hasta que la salsa se espese.
La muerte de William Wallace consistió en: "Es arrastrado con caballos por las calles de la ciudad. Después se le cuelga del cuello pero teniendo cuidado de que no se asfixie del todo. Mientras tanto, le cortan los genitales y le sacan las tripas, que las dejan colgar hasta sus pies quemándolas. Todo esto manteniéndolo vivo con retorcida habilidad por parte de los verdugos. Finalmente muere tras la penosa agonía y es decapitado y desmembrado repartiendo sus miembros por distintas ciudades de Inglaterra para ser expuestos." Además clavaron su cabeza es una lanza en el London Bridge.
Dejo por aquí un monólogo donde se mete con las expresiones politicamente correctas:
"But. But, it didn't happen, and one of the reasons. One of the reasons is because we were using that soft language. That language that takes the life out of life. And it is a function of time. It does keep getting worse. I'll give you another example. Sometime during my life. Sometime during my life, toilet paper became bathroom tissue. I wasn't notified of this. No one asked me if I agreed with it. It just happened. Toilet paper became bathroom tissue. Sneakers became running shoes. False teeth became dental appliances. Medicine became medication. Information became directory assistance. The dump became the landfill. Car crashes became automobile accidents. Partly cloudy bacame partly sunny. Motels became motor lodges. House trailers became mobile homes. Used cars became previously owned transportation. Room service became guest-room dining. And constipation became occasional irregularity. When I was a little kid, if I got sick they wanted me to go to the hospital and see a doctor. Now they want me to go to a health maintenance organization...or a wellness center to consult a healthcare delivery professional. Poor people used to live in slums. Now the economically disadvantaged occupy substandard housing in the inner cities. And they're broke! They're broke! They don't have a negative cash-flow position. They're fucking broke! Cause a lot of them were fired. You know, fired. management wanted to curtail redundancies in the human resources area, so many people are no longer viable members of the workforce.
Smug, greedy, well-fed white people have invented a language to conceal their sins. It's as simple as that. The CIA doesn't kill anybody anymore, they neutralize people...or they depopulate the area. The government doesn't lie, it engages in disinformation. The pentagon actually measures nuclear radiation in something they call sunshine units. Israeli murderers are called commandos. Arab commandos are called terrorists. Contra killers are called freedom fighters. Well, if crime fighters fight crime and fire fighters fight fire, what do freedom fighters fight? They never mention that part of it to us, do they? Never mention that part of it.
And...and some of this stuff is just silly, we all know that, like on the airlines, they say want to pre- board. Well, what the hell is pre-board, what does that mean? To get on before you get on? They say they're going to pre-board those passengers in need of special assistance. Cripples! Simple honest direct language. There is no shame attached to the word cripple that I can find in any dictionary. No shame attached to it, in fact it's a word used in bible translations. Jesus healed the cripples. Doesn't take seven words to describe that condition. But we don't have any cripples in this country anymore. We have The physically challenged. Is that a grotesque enough evasion for you? How about differently abled. I've heard them called that. Differently abled! You can't even call these people handicapped anymore. They'll say, "Were not handicapped. Were handicapable!" These poor people have been bullshitted by the system into believing that if you change the name of the condition, somehow you'll change the condition. Well, hey cousin, ppsssspptttttt. Doesn't happen. Doesn't happen.
We have no more deaf people in this country, hearing impaired. No ones blind anymore, partially sighted or visually impaired. We have no more stupid people. Everyone has a learning disorder...or he's minimally exceptional. How would you like to be told that about your child? "He's minimally exceptional." "Oohh, thank god for that." Psychologists actually have started calling ugly people, those with severe appearance deficits. It's getting so bad, that any day now I expect to hear a rape victim referred to as an unwilling sperm recipient.
And we have no more old people in this country. No more old people. We shipped them all away, and we brought in these senior citizens. Isn't that a typically American twentieth century phrase? Bloodless, lifeless, no pulse in one of them. A senior citizen. But I've accepted that one, I've come to terms with it. I know it's to stay. We'll never get rid of it. That's what they're going to be called, so I'll relax on that, but the one I do resist. The one I keep resisting is when they look at an old guy and they'll say, "Look at him Dan! He's ninety years young." Imagine the fear of aging that reveals. To not even be able to use the word "old" to describe somebody. To have to use an antonym. And fear of aging is natural. It's universal. Isn't it? We all have that. No one wants to get old. No one wants to die, but we do! So we bullshit ourselves. I started bullshitting myself when I got to my forties. As soon as I got into my forties I'd look in the mirror and I'd say, "well, I...I guess I'm getting...older." Older sounds a little better than old doesn't it? Sounds like it might even last a little longer. Bullshit, I'm getting old! And it's okay, because thanks to our fear of death in this country, I won't have to die...I'll pass away. Or I'll expire like a magazine subscription. If it happens in the hospital, they'll call it a terminal episode. The insurance company will refer to it as negative patient-care outcome. And if it's the result of malpractice, they'll say it was a therapeutic misadventure. I'm telling you, some of this language makes me want to vomit. Well, maybe not vomit. Makes me want to engage in an involuntary personal protein spill."
Teniendo en cuenta que necesitaba menos de un 3 para aprobar no es arriesgado decir que: ¡¡He aprobado Física!!!
Lo que si es arriesgado decir, aunque yo tengo fe, es que: ¡¡¡Voy a sacar un Notable!!!
Les dejo una foto de la famosa "regla de la mano derecha" de los productos vectoriales. En este caso aplicada al cálculo de la fuerza que ejerce un campo magnético sobre una carga en movimiento:
F = q (v x B)
Cambiando F por S y v por E también sirve para hacer cosillas con las ondas electromagnéticas.
Dean Kamen es el inventor de la primera bomba portatil de insulina, el iBOT, el Segway y ahora de este pedazo de brazo mecánico controlado neuronalmente:
Ver este tipo de inventos me acerca al futuro que imaginaba cuando era pequeño. Ya sólo faltan los coches voladores.
