
Mr. you see in the graph is perched on the roof to continue the reconstruction of this space I'm trying to save from the clutches of chaos. While he is hitting his boards and I'm still looking the appropriate color to paint the walls, I want to recap what has happened to me since July 2008 when I suspended the posting truly chaotic after July 1 (ignore the false promise that again this August).
is no longer the fifth semester study. Left behind three writing workshops, and now I see the last of the journalists in the ninth semester, a prelude to graduation. The thesis is in full swing (a study of Myspace as a tool in the construction of identities) and writing this post during the lunch break on the tenth floor of Guiding Light, where I am doing my internship and where I've written and learned pre-journalistic as for some year as a scholarship-employment.
has cooled a bit the move rock / metal cabimera used to portray here, I must say. Spaces have shortened and the production of bands languish. I have so much time away from Bay St. Louis to a metal touch that I think we had another president # NOT. However
has been a good year musically and I had the tremendous privilege to see Metallica and teacher Gustavo Cerati. A couple of shows I'll remember all my life, no doubt.
(I should have written something about it, right? What idiot).
Another novelty is not so new: the Twitter has EX-PLO-TA-DO since past, and with 600 followers, nearly one row and 5 thousand tweets itching, I have not escaped the madness. I can (per) follow on Twitter as @ venezuelandude .
Meanwhile, here still trying to Cròniques how people live in this country (my country, your country.) I approach the challenge of updating at least once a week this blog I therefore sometimes be more. In the next few days has been a new template, but I better not make many promises as the latter's completely ignored.
Greetings to those who returned and those who first arrive. Tread carefully nails, are under renovation.
is no longer the fifth semester study. Left behind three writing workshops, and now I see the last of the journalists in the ninth semester, a prelude to graduation. The thesis is in full swing (a study of Myspace as a tool in the construction of identities) and writing this post during the lunch break on the tenth floor of Guiding Light, where I am doing my internship and where I've written and learned pre-journalistic as for some year as a scholarship-employment.
has cooled a bit the move rock / metal cabimera used to portray here, I must say. Spaces have shortened and the production of bands languish. I have so much time away from Bay St. Louis to a metal touch that I think we had another president # NOT. However
has been a good year musically and I had the tremendous privilege to see Metallica and teacher Gustavo Cerati. A couple of shows I'll remember all my life, no doubt.
(I should have written something about it, right? What idiot).
Another novelty is not so new: the Twitter has EX-PLO-TA-DO since past, and with 600 followers, nearly one row and 5 thousand tweets itching, I have not escaped the madness. I can (per) follow on Twitter as @ venezuelandude .
Meanwhile, here still trying to Cròniques how people live in this country (my country, your country.) I approach the challenge of updating at least once a week this blog I therefore sometimes be more. In the next few days has been a new template, but I better not make many promises as the latter's completely ignored.
Greetings to those who returned and those who first arrive. Tread carefully nails, are under renovation.