Sobre el Dr Vargas...hechos.

Para no quitarle el aire bonito al post anterior omití la forma en que el Dr. Perdió la vida... indignante, sucio, irónico e iracundo medio para temrinar la vida de esa persona...

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Sobre el Dr. Vargas

Dícese de una persona seria, egocéntrica, de preferencias sexuales cuestionables, que poseía un gusto algo malo en lo que a la moda respecta. De carácter un tanto fuerte, puntual y perfeccionista a más no poder. Su vida personal era casi completamente desconocida para los seres normales, comunes y corrientes que solían ser sus alumnos; no así su vida profesional, la cual saldrá a relucir aún después de su muerte... como una pequeña broma dejada por él mismo.

Descance en paz Dr. Mario Vargas Olvera.

PARTE DE SU LEGADO:
- Algo tan sencillo como una célula se vuelve fascinante en palabras adecuadas.
- Innumerables bromas hacia su persona y su forma de hablar.
- Los ahora legendarios simposios.
- La universidad de Davis, lugares como Tumbuktú y Canadá.
- Consejos profesionales de forma personal.
- La iniciativa en al región para realizar investigación en biomedicina.
- Para mí, sentir que voy a valer mucho como profesionista. Ojalá haya tenido razón.

No se por qué, pero no puedo seguir escribiendo.

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BIOL-0802 (Biogeografía)

Estudio para un examen que tengo mañana a las 11. Me parece fácil, pero estoy nervioso por la reputación que tienen los exámenes de esa materia con ese instructor. Espero que me vaya bien.

P.D. Alfred Wallace era una chingonería.

P.D.2

"Es lo que decimos cuando no queremos mostrar nuestra debilidad, decimos, Bien, aunque nos estemos muriendo, a esto le llama el vulgo hacer de tripas corazón, fenómeno de conversión visceral que sólo en la especie humano ha sido observado"
José Saramago

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IN RAINBOWS

El nuevo cd de Radiohead se acaba de anunciar para lanzarse dentro de 10 días. Una de las mejores noticias que he recibido en mucho tiempo, quiero YA preordenar el disco en edicion especial... no puedo esperar!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Lo siento me emocioné. Los dejo con un video de una de las canciones que vendrán en el disco y una foto... AAAAAAAAH

El hombre que le enseño a hablar a su trasero

Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his ass to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventri-liquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called The Better Ole that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?" "Nah I had to go relieve myself."
After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and start eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth.
Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him "It's you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat AND shit". After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoles tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell.
So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous - except for the EYES you dig. Thats one thing the asshole COULDN'T do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnt give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabs eyes on the end of a stalk.

Tomado de la película "El almuerzo desnudo" dirigida por David Cronenberg.

sin titulo

La mer

Todo es muy hermoso aquí, me paralizan los paisajes que veo y siento. El mar es tan hipnotizante y la brisa y el aire son como caricias en la piel.
Y te extraño y me siento sola.

Entra

Algo se muere en el alma cuando un amigo se va.

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