Saturday, December 19, 2009

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Y se nos fue…




Cada colegio tiene una persona símbolo; una personalidad que todos conocen, que al menos una anécdota tienen con él, que recuerdan siquiera por el nombre o el rostro. Un personaje que se tiene que conocer definitely know you've gone through the school. In the case of the Salesian School in Cusco, I can say unequivocally that this figure or personality was the Father Valentine Echea.

Personally, I remember the year when my whole approach to the promotion had a father who could hardly forget. Cursábamos Echea primary when the father prepared us for the first communion, though it is hard to forget what we learned from it also can not forget the means by which taught us: the slides. Similarly, in order to appreciate its importance in time, I consider it also taught my father, Fernando, and my brother, Franco.

Unfortunately, el padre Valentín, pese a su increíble resistencia y trascendencia en el tiempo, se nos fue. Un 19 de Diciembre del 2009, el padre Valentín Echea murió en la ciudad de Cusco; luego de una incansable labor como director, profesor y sacerdote del Colegio Salesiano del Cusco donde estoy seguro que todos los alumnos lo conocieron, incluso los padres de familia y profesores; y así como yo, también los exalumnos lo recuerdan con mucho cariño.

El padre Echea es un símbolo para los salesianos del Cusco y ahora será una leyenda, que podrá haberse ido terrenalmente, pero sabemos que siempre permanecerá en nuestra mente, en nuestros recuerdos, y en nuestros corazones. Todos los que lo conocimos, sabemos he had a garden that takes great care in our school, and now we all know that is in the garden that Don Bosco Salesians prepares for the bosom of God, planting new flowers ...

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Difference Between Owner Title Policy And Lender

Una Obra Inconclusa











" Over the years 1980, has verified the progressive occupation of the new Faculty building, located in the center of the campus, which is still undergoing major expansion and construction of classrooms. The truth is that the vocational student with the highest population of our institution - has logged more than 1,400 enrollments in recent semesters - still waiting for the completion of its own premises, which should provide ideal conditions for the development of teaching and legal research .

Teodoro Hampe Martínez
"History of the Pontificia Universidad Catolica del Peru"


Teodoro Hampe Those lines are about history of the Faculty of Law in a memory book of the history of my University, published in 1989, since its founding in 1917 until 1987. Is an important fact and must enroll in 1400 mention the cycles of 1988. Currently, in 2009, the Law School has registered only in undergraduate students, 1896 Registration for the first half of the year and for the second, 1822.

Another important historical fact is mentioned that in 1989 the Faculty is in the process of "expansion" and "building more classrooms." As we can see, in reality today, the best law school in Peru, as is known, has only 10 classrooms for more than 1800 students. While classrooms each have a team of computer, projector, and whiteboard ecran, capacity of 60 students per classroom is insufficient for the number of classes and students. This is, as you can see, a work in progress.

Since one joined the Faculty of Law, at the conclusion of General Studies, the mystic feels driven by teachers, older students and authorities of belonging to the best law school in the country, due to the quality of teaching and facilities as books, journals and study groups that the University offers. However, among the services is a rather important: infrastructure.

is shameful that the Faculty of Law, Catholic University has only 10 classrooms and classrooms need to be provided flags of Arts and Humanities, General Studies in Arts, General Studies Sciences, multipurpose building (Z flag) and even Pre-University Center to complete their hours, another uncomfortable aspect, due to poor infrastructure of the Faculty, is the establishment of timetables to 10 or 11 at night to avoid crossing courses.

In recent years, the University has built and implemented the building complex McGregor, Catholic Languages, School of Music at the University, the Center for Anthropological Studies in Pisac - Cusco, among other infrastructure. On the one hand, it is right to implement new infrastructure for new projects, but on the other hand, we must also strengthen and protect what has already been consolidated. Sometimes it helps to improve the groundwork to continue keeping them strong and firm a great example is the construction of the new Faculty of Arts, after 50 years was renewed local, thanks to an initiative of students and a small accident.

Actually, do not think it necessary that an earthquake like that of October 1974 which made the law school moves to the farm pando. We are not talking about building a new facility, but would be ideal, always within the university campus (it is important to emphasize this). All you need is expansion of classrooms for a better service according to the superior quality of teaching which is famous the Faculty of Law who recently turned 90 years of existence from that which was founded in 1917 and 1919 he began their work. Andre Javier Murillo

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Hardon During Male Waxing?

En pleno cielo...














For a dear friend Jackie
,
So pretty that is unattainable
as the sky itself.

When you see your shadow
feel the breeze
in a sea of \u200b\u200bsilence and thoughts


your eyes are reflected

caramel color and stains the atmosphere suddenly



Nobody dares to pick up the
cold orchids planted in the back garden


your dreams No one can paint a rainbow
to cheer, better resign themselves to admire

with enduring silence

Your dress turquoise sky

infused into the tenderness of your soul
your skin soft velvet


time to time and your voice sentence
evening light goes

light up your dreams
Sweet and melodic ... Dear
...
Inalcanzable ... André

Saturday, October 24, 2009

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Algo difícil de definir…

















"Friendship is more difficult and rarer than love.
Therefore, we must save it as "
Alberto Moravia (1907-1990)
" Alberto Pincherle "Italian writer



What is friendship? What is happiness? Difficult to define terms and, worse, difficult to understand. I think they are terms specific definition beyond static and terms to be clarified in greater detail in every moment of life, why would define what if you do not feel. It's easier to know who is our friend or what makes us happy to know the term in the abstract.

The feeling is incredible friends, is something that does not change anything. Is better than any other feeling good in this world, in my opinion. Recently, for personal reasons, I knew that this was possible, I was in a rather depressing and stressful, but as the saying goes, you never know until you live it. Now that I'm living thank fate that put before me to such great friends as I have, I can say I know who my friends and I know that, at least in part, I am happy there is always the sadness of having my family away.

As the song goes from Littlest listen to the cassettes of my father “Yo quiero tener un millón de amigos y así más fuerte poder cantar”; tengo la gran suerte de tener amigos en Cusco y en Lima de diferentes experiencias: Universidad, la Pre, Colegio, Reuniones, Tonos, Ayllu, etc. Todos son especiales y soy feliz de saber que tengo tantos amigos. Como lo dije, es más fácil saber quienes son nuestros amigos que saber qué es la amistad; y saber cuando eres feliz que saber qué es la felicidad.

Estas pequeñas líneas están dedicadas a todos mis amigos, los de Cusco y los de Lima, pero especialmente a quienes hacen de mi vida diaria, una vida muy feliz y especial: Andy, Liss, Wen, Syl, Diana, Ale, Laura, Moni, Eler y Mija. Gracias a ustedes my life in this city is becoming less tedious, and sometimes I can forget the sadness of every day. I love you all. Andre Javier Murillo

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Bob Beck Protocol Review

A hard day in life





















These lines are dedicated to my family ...

Today I woke up thinking about the thousand and one things I have to do for the University, from reading tests to developing records for research. I did not take breakfast, because in Lima as usual, one live up to lunch. Yesterday, two friends came to visit me and I had to fix the rumpus that was in my department, that's when I realized after half an hour arranging, the great responsibility I have in my hands.

Anyway, today I'm ready to go to breakfast, lunch, and take the decision to go to Pueblo Libre, about 5 blocks from my house because of laziness, and lack of mobility itself, it makes me want to go further . Just left the apartment, the song rang in my Ipod was "Color hope," as does my family, that's the song my sister Sophia and mine, with which we sing both for a while the sound of the guitar that my dad gave me a few years or the "surviving" my grandfather's guitar with which I began my musical adventures.

After that shot of nostalgia, take a tiny freezer as those in Cusco to free people and pay 50 cents, a passage between normal and average degree in Cusco, and came to "The pot criolla", a restaurant run by a man very similar to my grandfather, but less friendly, but with great air family man like him in this restaurant serves the best menu for that part of Pueblo Libre.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I observed and had a bowl of soup with noodles that reminded me of the soup, usually only in Cusco, prepared by my grandmother Vilma, with rare whim and a slight sunburn Lima this spring, I ordered that and a chicken the plate that reminded me what my mom prepared when I did not like tomorrow's lunch. Second stab, doubly nostalgic.

As if it were little, I was eating and what happened had to happen. In this restaurant always tend to put songs on CD, but on Sunday family put a radio quite familiar "The Unforgettable", and in that the conductor's voice announced "the Morochucos" with song "My Guitar" indeed this was the strongest nostalgia hit of the day, it includes in particular my grandfather, my father, and my whole family, for, typing this with tears in my eyes, I come to mind on Sunday at noon when we all sat down to eat at the table of Manzanares, that is the family I have always in my heart and here I have not.

To this must be increased, the previous hits I've been holding: first, when I came as a surprise a picture of my sister (Winnie Pooh piglet in a city) and the phone asks me where I put it, when I Grandma got crackers Vilma, another strong, when I got a piece of cake for the birthday party of my sister's first birthday where his brother is not, and those are things that the best law school, and the better future, even the best friends, or girl I like, nothing can justify, I'll never forgive me. Also, the lack of my dad who is always my guide and that always helps me in my legal ignorance by phone, if you were with me, and even away from me, I'm sure he is my best teacher, it also made me miss my dad the other day when I finally learned to play "Ojala" by Silvio, our favorite song together. And last but not least, also the absence of my brother, his sibling fights and stupid. All hits with a home stripped of Cusco to bear.

Two ideas to end, as Chacalón says: "I am a provincial boy" looking for a better future in the absence of good universities in my career in Cusco, and as Vallejo says: "There are blows in life so strong I do not know!"

André

Saturday, September 26, 2009

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¿Cómo calificas el “arte”?




















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Is it possible to objectively describe any human artistic creation? A few questions has always hovered in my head, with what parameters identifying a painting, sculpture and design at the School of Art, how to qualify a model or design in the Faculty of Architecture, what criteria exist for evaluating the costumes and creations fashion designers, or how objective evaluation is given to a musical, theatrical, poetic or narrative. All these issues point to human imagination and creativity can not limit or parameters arbitrary rating criteria from zero to twenty, from zero to ten, or the F to A.

Who is the assessor to judge a work of yours? If Picasso had put parameters of a sudden his "Guernica" had obtained a ten at the most because a teacher did not understand; Munch for his "The Scream" had gained only 14 for lack of colors in the design of a master ; if Sauvestre for the design of the Eiffel tower had received a "C" for lack of ornaments, not to mention the poor Duchamp for his "Fountain" had not obtained or five, for filing a dirty toilet as art.

ratings with creative, even without go to the extreme in some other fields such as tests or papers are completely subjective. They rely heavily on the concepts of "art" with teachers or assessors, the relative and constantly changing the terms "art", "creative", "fashion" among others like it are those that mark the impossibility of objective scoring. For a teacher a job can be a masterpiece, a work of "art", praising your work so effusive and even lively, but the same work can be appreciated by another qualifier as regular, or, worse, by another professor as a complete insult to the art.

Dada or Dadaism movement, is a clear indication that creativity and value are not good companions. This movement was characterized by a completely different way of making "art" unconventional criticism arising from the monotony of art, specifically literature, but who gets to influence art in general. Thus, the "fountain" of Duchamp is the simple image of a toilet, that is, change abruptly as a revolution-style "anti-art." In time, these works may have been qualified and even being subjected to mockery, but in our time, the assessment has changed and takes it as a revolutionary moment in the history of "art."

So what is "fashionable", "artistic", not subject to a qualification, or assessment, as everyone knows the value of their work, as there is a first step in which the artist chooses what works and what does not present it is totally true that an author is self-limiting, but it seems totally inconceivable that other people outside your creative and imaginative to be able to submit your work, you will each qualify as fit for display as a note of zero to twenty or F to A. Everyone calls her work, knowing as he has carefully post and if in fact credited with the value it deserves, the question is still pending and will continue, as I believe, for a long time what criteria qualifies a piece of "art"? Andre Javier Murillo