ES EL CHICO GUAPO DE LA REUNIÓN.:
AUNQUE ES MUY CHIQUITO
ARMA TREMENDO ALBOROTO
BAILANDO LA MAZURCA CAUSA
Y AL ACERCARSE A MÍ, NO SÉ,
NO SÉ LO QUE NOTO,
RAMÓN ES UN BUEN ELEMENTO
Ramón fue elaborada a partir de una grabación recogida por el contestador de una emisora de radio de la aportación espontánea de un oyente, para denunciar a la Paramount por haber utilizado su composición para la película El Padrino sin hacerle figurar como autor de la misma, adjudicándosela a Nino Rota.
Esta intervención se hizo para homenajear a un amigo por su cumpleaños
Ramón was made from a recording picked up by the answering machine of a radio station from the spontaneous input from a listener, in order to complain to Paramount for using your composition for the movie The Godfather without making listed as the author of it, declaring to Nino Rota as author .
This intervention was made to honor a friend for her birthday
Mis comensales son blancos como estrellas y una esclava cantora nos viene al atardecer, en túnica o manto de colores: Ancho es su escote, y delicada, al tacto de los comensales, la morbidez de su desnudo;
Television as a media consists of a constant visual signal of 50 half-frames per second. Our hypotheses regarding this essential nature of the medium itself are:
“1) The constant visual stimulus fixates the viewer and causes the habituation of response. The prefrontal and association areas of the cortex are effectively dominated by the signal, the screen.
“2) The left cortical hemisphere–the center of visual and analytical calculating processes–is effectively reduced in its functioning to tracking changing images on the screen.
“3) Therefore, provided, the viewer keeps looking, he is unlikely to reflect on what he is doing and what he is viewing. That is, he will be aware, but unaware of his awareness….
“In other words, television can be seen partly as the technological analogue of the hypnotist.”
Today was liberated a princess who had been kidnapped by her ankle and to celebrate we have organized this mini concert of bands
For the next few weeks I lived inside a video and Internet-based game. As soon as I woke up I reached for a game controller that resembled a gun, and shot and killed thousands of bad guys on the screen until my sore arms stopped me from continuing. I battled users from around the world. My eyes became hollow.
Looking back, I see my life has been a series of addictions.