<?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-6374335</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:32:42.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Idea2:.</title><subtitle type='html'>Boys &amp; girls please don't try this at home...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374335.post-108536815986557947</id><published>2004-05-24T00:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T00:09:19.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember the golden rule. El que tiene el oro, hace las reglas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/108536815986557947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/108536815986557947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108536815986557947' title=''/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-108344083081808524</id><published>2004-05-01T16:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T16:51:30.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuando uno sabe que las cosas van a resultar mal y sin embargo las comete, es ahí que me doy cuenta que soy un sońador frustrado. Sí, frustrado porque tomo conciencia...Una pena, no es mi perfil y me dicen que sí...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/108344083081808524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/108344083081808524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108344083081808524' title=''/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-108249202467093397</id><published>2004-04-20T17:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T17:17:49.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas...</title><summary type='text'>Una noche mas sin vosDistancias Palabras en labios cerradosFlechas sin arrojar.Coincidencia... no hay destino para ambas,las que no pueden volver hacia atras.Pupilas de cristalPaz inmediataDistancias  De vivir en Luxemburgo me harias tan feliz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/108249202467093397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/108249202467093397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108249202467093397' title='Mas...'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107956053494214812</id><published>2004-03-17T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T18:58:52.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuore</title><summary type='text'>Muchos creen que el corazon deberia ser un organo externo a los efectos de brindarnos un sexto sentido; como la vista que observa, los oidos que escuchan, nuestra boca que nos comunica, el tacto que acaricia o el olfato que percibe situaciones. Pensar que no se dan cuenta que dada la naturaleza de las cosas, resultaria aberrante ver dicho organo del otro lado del pecho, pero es atroz no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107956053494214812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107956053494214812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956053494214812' title='Cuore'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107880567422625144</id><published>2004-03-09T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T01:18:58.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 preguntas inexplicables</title><summary type='text'>Como es posible que los hombres del período Jurasico, miles de ańos antes de que Dios creara el mundo, movieran bloques de piedra de MILLONES de toneladas para construirse sus templos, como lo DEMUESTRA el basamento del templo de Baalbek, en Stonehenge, Turquia? Y si Dios aun no había creado el mundo ża santo de que le dedicaban templos?Como se explica que en momias egipcias de la III dinastia,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107880567422625144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107880567422625144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107880567422625144' title='&lt;strong&gt;3 preguntas inexplicables&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107788887256026921</id><published>2004-02-27T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T10:39:40.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzche</title><summary type='text'>Lo que me preocupa no es que me hayas mentido, sino que, de ahora en adelante, ya no podré creer en tiPuedo tolerar que me quemes con brasas, que mancilles mi nombre, que me seas indiferente, que no me toleres...inclusive que me odies. Pero mentiras no. Prefiero la dura realidad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107788887256026921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107788887256026921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788887256026921' title='&lt;strong&gt;Nietzche&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107694640149414098</id><published>2004-02-16T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T12:49:17.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Consejo del dia</title><summary type='text'>1. Ponga su cerebro en PLAY.2. No haga RWD a  sus problemas.3. FF a sus emociones.4. PAUSE a la estresante locura diaria.5. STOP a la amargura, a la envidia y a los malos pensamientos.-- Lleve a cabo estas acciones por el bien de su TRACKING.--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107694640149414098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107694640149414098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694640149414098' title='&lt;strong&gt;Consejo del dia&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107655687111550084</id><published>2004-02-12T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T00:37:01.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parano?a</title><summary type='text'>Observa todo lo que te rodea. La vida es un complot. Y llevado a cabo de una manera extraordinaria...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107655687111550084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107655687111550084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655687111550084' title='Parano?a'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107600947702723276</id><published>2004-02-05T16:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:33:38.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Odio</title><summary type='text'>Ańos y ańos tratando de entender que catzo quiso explicar Descartes, Kant, Nietzsche, Platón o Sartre en sus respectivas obras; para que una editorial seudo_Marvel_MaruBotanitellizada ofrezca al publico una coleccion de libros "Para Principiantes". No hay derecho. Que vengan los bomberos de Farenheit 451...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107600947702723276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107600947702723276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600947702723276' title='&lt;strong&gt;Odio&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107586862083235072</id><published>2004-02-04T01:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T01:26:00.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olvidando De revolutionibus</title><summary type='text'>Ptolomeo propuso el sistema geocentrico como la base de la mecanica celeste que perduro por mas de 1400 ańos. Algunos seres pretenden desarrollar la teoria geocentrica describiendose en un universo aristoteliano;  a excepcion de que La Tierra fija serian ellos mismos y rodeada por ocho esferas  - vease ocho o mas lameculos adoradores_de_vaya_a_saber_uno_que - que giran alrrededor de la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107586862083235072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107586862083235072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586862083235072' title='&lt;strong&gt;Olvidando De revolutionibus&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107584494656266728</id><published>2004-02-03T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T18:54:46.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RebeliĂłn en la obra</title><summary type='text'>- MirĂĄ que te republishieo sin guardar los cambios, eh?Temor. Aunque sabĂ­a que eso podĂ­a a llegar a ser imposible.DecidĂ­ abrir fuego contra el peĂłn de albaĂąilerĂ­a blogueril, y no se inmutĂł.Carajo - pensĂŠ. Esto de usar Blogger es mas complicado de lo pensĂŠ...o tal vez de lo que deberĂ­a serlo.Me llegĂł la carta documento de su abogado por despido injustificado mas costas e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107584494656266728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107584494656266728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584494656266728' title='&lt;strong&gt;RebeliĂłn en la obra&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107489737087399528</id><published>2004-01-23T19:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:47:35.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Versitos</title><summary type='text'>BosonovoBigotes eran los de Videlaa lo sumo los del chicano Cantinflasparecidos a los de mi aĂąosa abuelaresultaron los.....los....infla.Nunca taxi la gangaLa citroneta del gallego CachoconmovĂ­a al Falcon temple de aceroel amor no entiende de marcasÂĄMacho.... un Vivace por Rastrojero!Baltazar grone por dentroNo por mucho madrugaryo no te mirarĂŠ a los dientesregalaron mi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107489737087399528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107489737087399528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107489737087399528' title='&lt;strong&gt;Versitos&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107489655156688811</id><published>2004-01-23T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:29:33.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Las tardecitas de los viernes tienen ese quĂŠ sĂŠ yo...yo.</title><summary type='text'>Si no fuera porque a uno le sobra el tiempo, es muy probable que ni Ud. ni yo estemos leyendo este blog en este momento, atento que:1.- Existen gran cantidad de pĂĄginas web y blogs contenidos en el ciberespacio.2.- En el mundo podemos encontrar tres tipos de personas: Las que pueden multiplicar grandes cifras mentalmente y las que no. 3.-  Quienes pese a su perplejidad sigue leyendo estas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107489655156688811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107489655156688811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107489655156688811' title='&lt;strong&gt;Las tardecitas de los viernes tienen ese quĂŠ sĂŠ yo...yo.&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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-6374335.post-107489279675204392</id><published>2004-01-23T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T18:22:00.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El amarillismo se ha vuelto serio. Pero no es este el caso....prrrrrr. Al salir deposite en la urna lo que su conciencia le dicte. ÂĄSe imprime!.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107489279675204392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374335/posts/default/107489279675204392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideado2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107489279675204392' title=''/><author><name>natan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088888886353791475</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></feed>
