<?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-6915799</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:43:06.451-04:30</updated><title type='text'>nacq's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>a new beginning</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-5106837343972430442</id><published>2012-02-09T12:54:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:54:56.663-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Polvo eres, y en polvo te convertirás</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ojalá fuese polvo el mugre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ojalá fuese tierra los escombros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Son cenizas de un madero en llamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que a veces es roble, y otras tantas es balsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ardiente, fogoso por experiencias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pero cuyas cenizas sólo agotan su existencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4o8AdupbmA/TzQAhj5cFEI/AAAAAAAAOnc/y6rZbw7s8IY/s1600/Pig-pen_peanuts.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4o8AdupbmA/TzQAhj5cFEI/AAAAAAAAOnc/y6rZbw7s8IY/s1600/Pig-pen_peanuts.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-5106837343972430442?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/5106837343972430442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=5106837343972430442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/5106837343972430442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/5106837343972430442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2012/02/polvo-eres-y-en-polvo-te-convertiras.html' title='Polvo eres, y en polvo te convertirás'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4o8AdupbmA/TzQAhj5cFEI/AAAAAAAAOnc/y6rZbw7s8IY/s72-c/Pig-pen_peanuts.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Caracas, Venezuela</georss:featurename><georss:point>10.491016 -66.902061</georss:point><georss:box>10.36611 -67.0599895 10.615922 -66.7441325</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-658317012249099253</id><published>2009-10-15T11:45:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:46:33.924-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Venezuela 0 - Brasil 0</title><content type='html'>Que vergüenza sentí anoche por el Canal Meridiano y sus directivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señores: Primero siempre debe estar el País, la Nación, la Selección, SIN CONDICIONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Rating por el partido Argentina-Uruguay, lo entiendo si, más no lo comprendo ni lo comparto. No es coherente con los mensajes de sus narradores, de sus anunciantes, y peor aún no es coherente con las necesidades de los fanáticos de nuestro País Venezuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezuela empata con Brasil, y por primera vez se obtienen puntos en un juego contra ellos, y ustedes lo pasaron en diferido. Meridiano pasó a la historia también anoche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso no hubiese pasado hace algunos años cuando la Vinotinto era un producto comercial, y ustedes peleaban a cuchillo con RCTV para transmitir los partidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afortunadamente, ya hoy en día eso no es así, y los que seguimos a la Vinotinto lo hacemos por sentir la camiseta, por vivir la emoción, apostando al éxito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferimos que no estén con nosotros los que no "pueden" estar por otro tipo de compromisos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINOTINTO NOS VEMOS EN BRASIL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-658317012249099253?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/658317012249099253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-6789488762757130483</id><published>2008-07-16T22:36:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:36:44.196-04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unos lloran porque no tienen nada...., otros lloran porque lo quieren todo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-6789488762757130483?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/6789488762757130483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=6789488762757130483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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something.Let's see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-3728661317542742120?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/3728661317542742120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=3728661317542742120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/3728661317542742120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/3728661317542742120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-804278674825316472</id><published>2007-08-25T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:50:45.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabio Adagio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;       El hombre es el único animal que tropieza dos veces en la misma piedra&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-804278674825316472?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-5041282120859950994</id><published>2007-07-28T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:10:04.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salud</title><content type='html'>Es lo único que necesito, es lo único que te pido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-5041282120859950994?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/5041282120859950994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=5041282120859950994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/5041282120859950994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/5041282120859950994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2007/07/salud.html' title='Salud'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-3685194852367094673</id><published>2007-07-15T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:14:00.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Direcciones en Caracas dadas por los chamos</title><content type='html'>Todos sabemos que en Caracas, y en muchas ciudades de Venezuela, es todo un rollo dar una dirección, i.e., Av. Fulana de Tal, cruce con la 800tas transversal, después de la redoma cuadrada, al lado del Kiosko Verde, Edificio Mapurite, Piso 13, Apartamento 1305-B, Urbanización Los Girasoles Amarillos Norte, Caracas...., pero hoy en día los muchachos de 15, 16 años como que se baypasearon todo eso, una dirección larga pero llegable, y por demás ubicable, y ahora dan las direcciones así: tu sabes por donde se acuesta el sol? bueno antes, hay una salida a mano derecha, sigues, sigues, sigues, párate allí donde ves una mata de mango, a mano derecha hay una pared grande, le das por allí te metes, al lado de un portón azul, hay una casa sin nombre, no toques el timbre por que no hay, toca la corneta dos veces y media y cuando salga una señora si tiene canas, esa es la casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así... no se puede trabajar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-3685194852367094673?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/3685194852367094673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=3685194852367094673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/3685194852367094673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/3685194852367094673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2007/07/direcciones-en-caracas-dadas-por-los.html' title='Direcciones en Caracas dadas por los chamos'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-109423181868461115</id><published>2004-09-03T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:12.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El Dato</title><content type='html'>Hace 35 años en la Universidad de California, Los Angeles, se realizó la primera conexión entre dos computadoras usando un cable de cinco metros, probando así una nueva forma de intercambiar datos entre ambos aparatos. El resultado se conoce como la Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1968:&lt;br /&gt;ARPA (Advanced Research Projects Agency) awarded the ARPANET contract to BBN. BBN had selected a Honeywell minicomputer as the base on which they would build the switch. The physical network was constructed in 1969, linking four nodes: University of California at Los Angeles, SRI (in Stanford), University of California at Santa Barbara, and University of Utah. The network was wired together via 50 Kbps circuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-109423181868461115?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/109423181868461115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=109423181868461115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/109423181868461115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/109423181868461115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/09/el-dato.html' title='El Dato'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-109141525861946475</id><published>2004-08-01T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:12.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No le des gracias a Dios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/978/640/ub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/978/320/ub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... dale gracias a Urbe Bikini! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta revista &lt;strong&gt;venezolana&lt;/strong&gt; con cada edición se pone mejor! Ya tengo pedidos de panas en Madrid, y en Austin. Esperemos que sigan así, para mí es la &lt;a href="http://www.maximonline.com/index.html"&gt;Maxim&lt;/a&gt; criolla. Hablamos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD.: tengo el mouse jodido, a veces funciona a veces no... estoy a punto de tirarlo contra la pared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-109141525861946475?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/109141525861946475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=109141525861946475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/109141525861946475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/109141525861946475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-le-des-gracias-dios.html' title='No le des gracias a Dios...'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-109095679073846493</id><published>2004-07-27T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:12.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi colaboración con las Leyes de Murphy I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Bueno a estas conclusiones he llegado: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;SOBRE LAS SIESTAS &lt;br /&gt;"Cuando decidas que es el momento preciso para tomar una siesta, basta que consigas el lugar indicado, te acuestes y consigas la posición perfecta en la cual te sientes mas relajado, y pienses: que bien que decidí tomar esta siesta, para que suene el teléfono, que casualmente está al otro lado de la habitación con el volumen al máximo"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-109095679073846493?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/109095679073846493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=109095679073846493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/109095679073846493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/109095679073846493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/07/mi-colaboracin-con-las-leyes-de-murphy.html' title='Mi colaboración con las Leyes de Murphy I'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108675528498117444</id><published>2004-06-09T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:12.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada 122 años.... Venus se encuentra con el Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/978/640/venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/978/320/venus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Above Manhattan : The sun rises through a bank of clouds over the East River of Manhattan as the planet Venus (dot on lower right of sun) crosses its face in New York. (AFP/Stan Honda) &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108675528498117444?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108675528498117444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108675528498117444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108675528498117444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108675528498117444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/06/cada-122-aos-venus-se-encuentra-con-el.html' title='Cada 122 años.... Venus se encuentra con el Sol'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108666329160933526</id><published>2004-06-06T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Matin Du 6 Juin 1944, Le Jour Le Plus Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/978/640/D-Day.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/978/320/D-Day.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des soldats américains débarquent d'une chaloupe d'assaut sur la côte normande. La France, 16 pays alliés et l'Allemagne célèbrent le Débarquement du 6 juin 1944. /Photo d'archives du 6 juin 1944 /REUTERS/U.S. Coast Guard&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108666329160933526?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108666329160933526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108666329160933526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108666329160933526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108666329160933526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/06/le-matin-du-6-juin-1944-le-jour-le.html' title='Le Matin Du 6 Juin 1944, Le Jour Le Plus Long'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108639650935233890</id><published>2004-06-04T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tal Día Como Hoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/978/640/Tiananmen%20Square.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/978/320/Tiananmen%20Square.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese man stands alone to block a line of tanks heading east on Beijing's Changan Blvd. near Tiananmen Square in this June 5, 1989 file photo. Friday June 4, 2004 marks the 15th anniversary of the military crackdown on a student-led demonstration for democratic reform and against government corruption, which left hundreds, possibly thousands dead. (AP Photo/Jeff Widener, File)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108639650935233890?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108639650935233890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108639650935233890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108639650935233890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108639650935233890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/06/tal-da-como-hoy.html' title='Tal Día Como Hoy'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108631321596149037</id><published>2004-06-03T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué es una parrilla?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PARA TODOS ESOS COÑOS QUE SE LAS DAN DE PARRILLEROS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿Qué es una parrilla?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (escrito por una mujer) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;La parrilla es la única comida que el hombre cocina. Cuando el &lt;br /&gt;hombre se propone hacer una, la cadena de acontecimientos es la &lt;br /&gt;siguiente: &lt;br /&gt;1. La mujer va al supermercado a comprar lo que es necesario. &lt;br /&gt;2. La mujer prepara la ensalada, las papas con mayonesa y el &lt;br /&gt;postre. &lt;br /&gt;3. La mujer prepara la carne, la pone en una fuente con los &lt;br /&gt;utensilios necesarios mientras que el hombre está sentado junto a &lt;br /&gt;la parrilla tomándose una cerveza o un "güisquicito". (Solamente &lt;br /&gt;uno). &lt;br /&gt;4. El hombre pone la carne en la parrilla. &lt;br /&gt;5. La mujer vuelve adentro a poner la mesa y a preparar la ensalada &lt;br /&gt;6. La mujer le dice al marido que la carne se está quemando &lt;br /&gt;7. El hombre saca la carne de la parrilla &lt;br /&gt;8. La mujer pone los platos en la mesa &lt;br /&gt;9. Después de comer, la mujer trae el postre, levanta la mesa y &lt;br /&gt;luego lava los platos. &lt;br /&gt;10. El hombre le pregunta a la mujer si está contenta de no haber &lt;br /&gt;tenido que cocinar ese día y, percibiendo la cara de "CULO" de la &lt;br /&gt;mujer, concluye que no hay ninguna vaina que les venga bien a las &lt;br /&gt;mujeres. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Derecho a réplica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (escrito por un hombre) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Ningún hombre en su sano juicio va a mandar a su mujer a comprar &lt;br /&gt;las cosas para la parrilla: ella va a traer cerveza "Brahma", dos &lt;br /&gt;kilos "cagaos" de bistec, alas de pollo y tres kilos de chocozuela &lt;br /&gt;que el carnicero (coño e' madre) le dijo que salía muy rico a la &lt;br /&gt;parrilla, ya que no consiguió enchufárselos a ningún hombre. &lt;br /&gt;2. ¿Ensalada, papas con mayonesa y postre? Ella prepara estas &lt;br /&gt;huevadas para que coman las demás mujeres. Los hombres comemos &lt;br /&gt;carne, morcilla, chorizos y nada más. Punto. &lt;br /&gt;3. ¿Preparar la carne? A la carne sólo se le pone sal gruesa &lt;br /&gt;(nojoda) al momento de ponerla en la parrilla. ¿Bandeja con &lt;br /&gt;utensilios? Eso es para maricones, el hombre macho se las arregla &lt;br /&gt;con un palito quemado y con las manos. &lt;br /&gt;4. ¿Poner la carne en la parrilla? ¿Y quién hizo el fuego, separó &lt;br /&gt;las brasas, las acomodó, da vuelta a la carne, organiza los &lt;br /&gt;chorizos y las morcillas? &lt;br /&gt;5. ¿Otra vez preparar la ensalada? Ya dijimos que esas huevonadas &lt;br /&gt;las comen las mujeres y los conejos. &lt;br /&gt;6. ¿Que la carne se está quemando? El hombre sólo deja pasar la &lt;br /&gt;carne porque la mujer se vive quejando que "está muy jugosa", que &lt;br /&gt;"esto está muy crudo", "dejala en la parrilla dos minutos más", &lt;br /&gt;después de que les ofrecimos el mismo pedazo diez veces y una hora &lt;br /&gt;después de estar a punto; osea que ellas acaban comiendo la carne &lt;br /&gt;en forma de carbón, tan tierna y suculenta como una suela que lleva &lt;br /&gt;cien años al sol del desierto del Sahara. ¡Que bolas! &lt;br /&gt;7. Menos mal que somos los hombres los que sacamos la carne de la &lt;br /&gt;parrilla, si fuera por ellas viviríamos comiendo pedazos de carne &lt;br /&gt;carbonizada, como la descrita en el párrafo anterior. &lt;br /&gt;8. ¿Platos? Nojoda, serán para ellas, el hombre come de la tabla &lt;br /&gt;directamente. &lt;br /&gt;9. ¿El postre? Que postre ni que postre, otra Polarcita u otro &lt;br /&gt;Etiqueta Negra, ¿no te jodes? y ¿Lavar los platos? Yo usé los &lt;br /&gt;dedos! (y me los limpié en el pantalón y pa'l carajo.) &lt;br /&gt;10. Realmente, no hay ninguna vaina que les venga bien... y nunca &lt;br /&gt;van a entender lo que es una parrilla! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108631321596149037?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108631321596149037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108631321596149037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108631321596149037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108631321596149037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/06/qu-es-una-parrilla.html' title='Qué es una parrilla?'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108558653212117860</id><published>2004-05-26T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi amigo Murphy</title><content type='html'>Poco a poco y de vez en cuando iré incluyendo en este blog los más celebres postulados de uno de los más conocidos optimistas de todos los tiempos, el Capitan Edward A. Murphy, al igual que el origen de tan famosa ley, pero por ahora, solo lo siguiente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;LEY DE MURPHY&lt;br /&gt;"Si algo puede salir mal, saldrá mal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILOSOFIA DE MURPHY&lt;br /&gt;"Sonría. Mañana puede ser peor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTENSION DE LA LEY DE MURPHY&lt;br /&gt;"Si una serie de sucesos puede salir mal, saldrá mal en la peor secuancia posible"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la próxima...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108558653212117860?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108558653212117860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108558653212117860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108558653212117860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108558653212117860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/05/mi-amigo-murphy.html' title='Mi amigo Murphy'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108554684443206067</id><published>2004-05-26T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some chocolate, like wine and scotch, has pedigree</title><content type='html'>Saturday, February 14, 2004 Posted: 1521 GMT (11:21 PM HKT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARACAS, Venezuela (Reuters) -- &lt;em&gt;If you're looking for a Valentine's Day gift to tempt someone's taste buds, choose Venezuelan "single bean origin" chocolates, renowned among international gourmets for aroma and purity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like exclusive wines and single-malt whiskeys, chocolate, made from cocoa or cacao beans, has its distinctive pedigrees and Venezuela has been a pioneer in promoting them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People know that Venezuela is the source of the finest (cacao) beans in the world, there's no disputing that," said Maricel Presilla, a food historian and chocolate expert in the United States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates El Rey, a family firm founded in 1929, has carved out a niche for Venezuelan "single bean" chocolates in the fiercely competitive world market, where giants like Hershey and Nestle compete to conquer supermarket shelves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is like the 'appellation controlee' of cacao," said Jorge Redmond, president of El Rey, the country's leading chocolate produce, referring to the French term that guarantees the exclusive origin of a fine wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've been working very hard to establish these designated origins," he added. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most big manufacturers blend their chocolate using cacao from a variety of national origins -- West Africa, Ecuador, Brazil or Indonesia -- El Rey has made a point of using Venezuelan beans from specific growing areas and farms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Rey's products, which are exported to the United States, Europe and Japan, include its flagship Carenero Superior range produced from beans grown on the coast east of Caracas. It was a traditional cacao growing zone in Spanish colonial times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carenero Superior line includes six types of chocolate, from white ranging up to a dark variety containing 73.5 percent cacao, for those who like their chocolate bitter-sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another "single bean" range, called Rio Caribe, is grown on the lush Paria Peninsula in eastern Venezuela where Christopher Columbus first landed on the American continent itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate revolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezuela was once the world's biggest cacao producer -- wealthy individuals are still mockingly dubbed "gran cacaos" (Big Cocoas) -- but it has slipped far down in the producers' ranking as its oil boom displaced such traditional exports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presilla described El Rey's launch of the Carenero "single bean" line in the mid-1990s as "the keystone of a chocolate revolution." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It put the name of Venezuela on the world map," she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitors of El Rey, such as France's Valrhona, have also moved to develop single origin and even single plantation chocolates, from Venezuela and other exotic venues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108554684443206067?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108554684443206067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108554684443206067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108554684443206067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108554684443206067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/05/some-chocolate-like-wine-and-scotch.html' title='Some chocolate, like wine and scotch, has pedigree'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108492816716439637</id><published>2004-05-18T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomado del 'Baghdad blogger'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"the West won the world not by the superiority of its ideas or values or religion but rather by its superiority in applying organized violence. Westerners often forget this fact, non-Westerners never do."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel P. Huntington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108492816716439637?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108492816716439637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108492816716439637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108492816716439637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108492816716439637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/05/tomado-del-baghdad-blogger.html' title='Tomado del &apos;Baghdad blogger&apos;...'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108482196335563088</id><published>2004-05-17T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofía de Vida</title><content type='html'>Sacado de la película Cape Fear (1991):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I will let no man drag me down so low...&lt;br /&gt;...as to make me hate him."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Booker T. Washington.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108482196335563088?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108482196335563088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108482196335563088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108482196335563088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108482196335563088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/05/filosofa-de-vida.html' title='Filosofía de Vida'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108433435006715252</id><published>2004-05-11T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Máxima de Neil</title><content type='html'>No se vaya a mal entender lo que voy a escribir, simplemente quiero que nos demos cuenta de que tenemos que cambiar nuestra mentalidad porque aunque no lo crean, Venezuela es el MEJOR país del mundo y somos NOSOTROS, con nuestras acciones del día a día, quienes podemos sacarlo adelante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...se suele decir que el Ser Humano es violento por naturaleza, pues yo creo, que el Venezolano es abusador por naturaleza."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y allí también me incluyo Yo, alguna vez todos hemos sido abusadores, si es que no lo somos continuamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por eso es que el país está jodio'" dirá más de uno. Yo le respondería: "Es Así"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108433435006715252?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108433435006715252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108433435006715252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108433435006715252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108433435006715252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/05/mxima-de-neil.html' title='Máxima de Neil'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108431721188108610</id><published>2004-05-11T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>totalmente de acuerdo...</title><content type='html'>Leer, pensar, conversar, ser críticos y autocríticos, desconfiar de nuestros propios prejuicios y escoger muy bien a nuestras fuentes de opinión, son lo único que nos salva de los grandes peligros que implica seguir a una mentira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108431721188108610?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108431721188108610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108431721188108610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108431721188108610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108431721188108610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/05/totalmente-de-acuerdo.html' title='totalmente de acuerdo...'/><author><name>Neil Acquatella</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100217404024441128029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kJoAJwGh6gY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAOiQ/YhEAy0CChDc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915799.post-108424649416547995</id><published>2004-05-10T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:56:11.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Y tú?... Cómo la pides?</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente he sentido cierta curiosidad por los nombres que le hemos puesto los venezolanos a las distinas combinaciones en el relleno de la &lt;strong&gt;Arepa&lt;/strong&gt;, por lo que me decidí a averiguarlos. Como ejemplo de los que yo conozco les pongo los siguientes:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- La &lt;em&gt;Reina Pepiada&lt;/em&gt; (la más famosa): pollo con aguacate.&lt;br /&gt;- La &lt;em&gt;Sifrina&lt;/em&gt;: una Reina Pepiada con Queso Amarillo.&lt;br /&gt;- La &lt;em&gt;Pelua&lt;/em&gt;: Carne Mechada con Queso Amarillo.&lt;br /&gt;- La &lt;em&gt;Domino&lt;/em&gt;: Queso Blanco (Guayanes o Rayado) con caraotas.&lt;br /&gt;- La &lt;em&gt;Corrida&lt;/em&gt;: con TODO lo que hay en la vitrina.&lt;br /&gt;- La &lt;em&gt;Llanera&lt;/em&gt;: Carne con Tomate, Aguacate y Queso.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Como ven solo conozco muy pocos nombres. Por lo que he decidido preguntarles: &lt;strong&gt;Y tú? Cómo la pides?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saludos&lt;br /&gt;Neil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915799-108424649416547995?l=nacquatella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/feeds/108424649416547995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915799&amp;postID=108424649416547995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108424649416547995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915799/posts/default/108424649416547995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacquatella.blogspot.com/2004/05/y-t-cmo-la-pides.html' title='Y tú?... 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