Jack Dorsey Talks Square, Twitter, And Instagram-Facebook With Charlie Rose
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Última columna escrita para “El Dínamo”, con motivo de la inesperada (e injusta) muerte de Adam “MCA” Yauch, ex integrante de los Beastie Boys.
Esto jamás podría haber ocurrido en Chile.
Johnny Cash & June Carter - Jackson (1969).
Prisión de San Quentin, California.
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George no te hubiese querido. O quizás sí, pero por muy poco tiempo. No te habría valorado ni estimado como corresponde. No habría sido justo sacrificar tanto por él. Con hombres así, es mejor arrepentirse lo antes posible.
Ringo depende casi exclusivamente de su humor, y el amor no es una excepción. Según éste podría funcionar o no. Existe la posibilidad de llevar a buen puerto alguna relación con él, pero siempre está latente esa inseguridad que a nadie le hace bien.
Paul es el mejor amigo. No deberías arriesgarte. ¿Para qué arruinarlo todo? No estás perdiendo a un hombre porque sí; estás perdiendo a un gran soporte. En todo caso, y pase lo que pase, es porque el destino así lo quiso.
¿Y John? Si, John te habría querido en serio…
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Taking a break on the set of the 1959 Francois Truffaut film “The 400 Blows”. Click the pic to watch the film (English subtitles) in its entirety.
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31Clarissa had a theory in those days - they had heaps of theories, always theories, as young people have. It was to explain the feeling they had of dissatisfaction; not knowing people; not being known. For how could they know each other? You met every day; then not for six months, or years. It was unsatisfactory, they agreed, how little one knew people. But she said, sitting on the bus going up Shaftesbury Avenue, she felt herself everywhere; not ‘here, here, here’; and she tapped the back of the seat; but everywhere. She waved her hand, going up Shaftesbury Avenue. She was all that. So that to know her, or any one, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places. Odd affinities she had with people she had never spoke to, some women in the street, some man behind a counter - even trees, or barns. It ended in a transcendental theory which, with her horror of death, allowed her to believe, or say that she believed (for all her scepticism), that since our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen part of us, which spreads wide, the unseen might survive, be recovered somehow attached to this person or that, or even haunting certain places, after death. Perhaps - perhaps.
Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf (via bohemea)
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