Manuel Benito, graphic designer. 
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Free Clip Art Cartoon Maxine
Laughter. Old memories. More laughter.
Five friends around a table celebrating a reunion.
A moment of silence designed to dry your tears. From
the bar a man greets them.
whispers. Perspectives and knowing smiles.
The waiter comes over with a bottle and six glasses.
Blop!
A toast. Between the laughter, one male.
Secrets. Anger. A sly smile. Shouts
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questions: What is your name?
-Lucifer
Monday, January 24, 2011
Kate Playground Wiki Real Name
A journey full of dreams and reflections.
Origami Ecuadorian Association volunteers participated for the second time the 71 per trip on the Atlantic and the Pacific on a path that once again the great friendship interlace Japan to Ecuador through
Peace Boat
What is Peace Boat?
is a Japanese foundation working on various plans seeking to comply support social development, peace and cultural exchange summary in specific projects that are
Travel and peace conferences within the cruise.
The UPA: (its acronym in English, United People Alliance) brings humanitarian aid with a focus on sustainability as computers, school supplies, bicycles and other goods throughout Japan subsequently distributed to a total of 15 to 20 of the ports visited.
Abolition of landmines: began in 1997 with the campaign "100 yen", with it raised funds for the cleaning of a mined area in Cambodia with the aim of building a school there. His work includes the Campaign minefields soccer field "in Afghanistan, developed jointly with our counterparts in that country.
Peace through Sport: Peace Project Ball (Ballon Peace) This project uses the positive power of the world's most popular sport to promote friendship, arranging friendly matches between participants of Peace Boat.
SpaceAid Project. Art is a powerful means to communicate issues such as peace, especially in times and places where people do not share a common language. Focusing mainly on dance, song and other stage, the group SPACE (for its initials in English: Share Peace, Art, Culture, Energy-Share Peace, Arts, Culture, Energy-)
Campaigns Ending the occupation of Iraq
Dialogue and reconciliation History - Travel for peace on the Korean Peninsula
Peace for Palestine and Israel: End the occupation - peace through dialogue
Draft food safety and environmental recovery
Article 9: To maintain and protect Japan's pacifist constitution which provides for the waiver Japan's sovereign right to participate in wars. Consensus
Colombian Women for Peace: Supporting the role of women in conflict prevention and resolution.
NO TO THE FTAA!
Organic Agriculture Project Recovery Project mangroves
Disarmament Peace Boat works to promote nuclear disarmament, in particular the creation of a Nuclear Weapons Free Zone in Northeast Asia. Historically
Japan was a country psychologically and physically beaten by a war that destroyed two cities in less than a week and their interest in global disarmament has led them now to have permanently contact humanist and pacifist constitution. In Latin America there are historical processes that seek peaceful resolution of conflicts and regional integration.
Origami on board.
For five days the cruise received a daily average of 45 students willing to learn origami, and in the rest area or "Deck Lounge" 13 presented the best work showcases some of origami paper and Riogami Quito.
For five days the cruise received a daily average of 45 students willing to learn origami, and in the rest area or "Deck Lounge" 13 presented the best work showcases some of origami paper and Riogami Quito.
Japanese interest in origami and non-native English speakers because their people, particularly young people, has sacrificed its traditions and culture for the fleeting impact of digital technology. Only the fact that across the continent origami Ecuadorians enjoy it as much of this ancient art of paper folding, is a sign of deeper thought "no one is prophet in his own land."
Workshops
A slip of your time
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Receipe For Handbag Cake
He came fourth.
Congratulations to Esteban Saltos and Juanse Landeta by their diagrams, cartoonist Paul Espinoza (POL) and Santiago Ponce reporter who showed up in the production of the magazine. In the same way a sincere appreciation to the editorial team of 4 Corners: Matthew Diaz, Roman Diaz and Nicolas Gajardo Eric Madrigal. We hope more members of the Association nationally participate in the preparation of this document great success worldwide thanks to the contribution of Origamishop.
Check out the magazine on his blog
Quito, air
American magazine Origami, 4 Corners, has just published the fourth edition of a leading digital origami participation of Quito, club members Origami Paper Quito and the Ecuadorian Association of Origami.
American magazine Origami, 4 Corners, has just published the fourth edition of a leading digital origami participation of Quito, club members Origami Paper Quito and the Ecuadorian Association of Origami.
Congratulations to Esteban Saltos and Juanse Landeta by their diagrams, cartoonist Paul Espinoza (POL) and Santiago Ponce reporter who showed up in the production of the magazine. In the same way a sincere appreciation to the editorial team of 4 Corners: Matthew Diaz, Roman Diaz and Nicolas Gajardo Eric Madrigal. We hope more members of the Association nationally participate in the preparation of this document great success worldwide thanks to the contribution of Origamishop.
Check out the magazine on his blog
http://www.origami-shop.com/images/Image/File/E-book% 20Esquinas/N4_4Esquinas.pdf
Quito Paper
Thursday, January 6, 2011
How Long Phantom Period Last
Uncle Joseph, a Caribbean-flavored origamist.
Jose Sosa To the magic of origami lies in the simple thrill of it, does not share much with the aesthetic complexity and dubbed "advanced", but rather to the effect that a figure a few kinks left in the retina of the beholder.
Uncle Joe (center) tells an engaging story
paper folding
After a crown, an airplane flying in reverse, a role that becomes a puppet, and a heart-shaped identification, any teacher can jump into the arena of teaching Origami.
After the day Joseph expressed his desire to travel again to other lands to learn and share this beautiful art. In 1999 he was with another origamist Dominican Isi Esteve on the third convention of Origami held in Cali, Colombia and has not ruled out Quito visit to the IV International Meeting of Origami.
So be it.
Origami Ecuadorian Association visited the Dominican Republic.
The folding Ecuadorians in an effort to unite the best representatives of English visited in December, the house of Jose Rafael Sosa, Dominican Republic native origamist.
The folding Ecuadorians in an effort to unite the best representatives of English visited in December, the house of Jose Rafael Sosa, Dominican Republic native origamist.
The event took place in the house "Female Magic" name that Joseph and his wife went on receiving temporary shelter for women victims of domestic violence.
The House "Female Magic"
days before the meeting with José Rafael, who fondly call him "Uncle Joe", Quito Riogami Paper and made contact via the internet from Quito and on December 12 arrived in the Dominican Republic capital, Santo Domingo.
Joseph and his friends had prepared a warm welcome (and I mean hot in reference to everything, including the weather), with typical cuisine, city tour and several present. Late at night Uncle Joe took a foil and an incredible story began to fold. Minutes later we were all in his room with a square of paper, "learning to teach" Origami.
Yeycy Donastorg A good friend joined us during the visit
The Ministry of Culture of his country gave him a street in his name
Jose Sosa To the magic of origami lies in the simple thrill of it, does not share much with the aesthetic complexity and dubbed "advanced", but rather to the effect that a figure a few kinks left in the retina of the beholder.
Francisco, one of the young promises of Santo Domingo with the owl of Stephen and the tarantula
Juanse
The two texts (Simple and Easy Origami and Origami Caribbean) written with that target is a sort of "magnet" to the pedagogy of teaching. With a well told story easier to Origami is very exciting.
Juanse
The two texts (Simple and Easy Origami and Origami Caribbean) written with that target is a sort of "magnet" to the pedagogy of teaching. With a well told story easier to Origami is very exciting.
Uncle Joe (center) tells an engaging story
paper folding
After a crown, an airplane flying in reverse, a role that becomes a puppet, and a heart-shaped identification, any teacher can jump into the arena of teaching Origami.
After the day Joseph expressed his desire to travel again to other lands to learn and share this beautiful art. In 1999 he was with another origamist Dominican Isi Esteve on the third convention of Origami held in Cali, Colombia and has not ruled out Quito visit to the IV International Meeting of Origami.
So be it.
Quito Santiago Ponce Paper
Monday, January 3, 2011
Brazilian Hardwood And Steam Mop
seed Honorable Mention
What I will tell, though amazing, is my truth.
On the way home, after several months of absence, suffered the demise of my ride. My car, companion of many years, ended his life by the side of a lonely road late at night, and near a forest unknown to me.
darkness forced me to find a flashlight. Its light was brief, but before he died, perhaps in solidarity with my old friend showed me the way to a wonderful colonial house, not knowing how I found surrounded by birch, chestnut and a variety of trees pináceos.
I went to her salvation believing my misfortune. As I approached my admiration grew. Oil lamps lit the fabulous porch supported by four columns.
Door, highly polished hardwood, housed two large knockers that embellished. When dry and solemn sound of the metal is said to opening of the entrance. Not a soul came to meet me. Wisely went crying to let me know. No response.
interior, dimly lighted, showed a mansion worthy of a landowner. On the right side could see a wide and elegant staircase. On the left a double doors open wide, housed a library, barely lit by the glow of a fireplace.
- Is there anyone here? Shouted again.
observed near the stairs a little table with a lamp and telephone. I went over and lifting the handset had checked online, and I made the call to my rescue. In a paper because I did not want to be rude, I wrote my apology and my thanks for the phone usage.
I thought the lamp would serve to enlighten the way back. Fan the flame and to address the exit, I saw a large frame on a wall. As I approached I raised the lamp. A huge furry rat staring at me. The light made her eyes shine so creepy. He opened his mouth, and prey of fear ran regardless leaving the house doors open.
I ran and ran until my lungs need a good breath of air, made me stop. Then I saw that I was rat infested. I looked where I was and discovered I had lost. Taking as reference the house, which had dropped precipitously, I was guided best directed to where they thought it was my late transport.
could not get the horrible head of the rat image staring into his eyes, menacing, ready to pounce on me. With the hair bristling at the memory continued walking until I saw my car. When there were about two meters to reach the glass I could see the huge windshield rat. I was paralyzed. Horrified, I dropped the lamp, the rush to the ground, poured the liquid inside. In a few seconds a fire broke out around me.
Fire raised its tentacles and I could see it clearly. Its long, pointed snout showing long teeth. The nails of his claws, sharp, were ready to tear the flesh of their prey. His eyes were flooded with blood. His mouth was sliding a weak thread of saliva, viscose, took to fall. The fear made me take a deep breath smoke and fainted.
When I awoke I could scarcely distinguish any figure because the bandages that covered my face. I tried to take the hands to the face but the sweet voice of a nurse, and the pain of burns, made me give up. I was informed that I was going to remove head bands.
With great excitement, trying to hide, I was noticing how unrolled, without haste, the thin fabric. When there was hardly a return I tried to open the eyes, but I repressed. The doctor told me to open them slowly.
"Lots of darkness," I said.
"Do not worry, we left the dark room. Do you see this light?
The flashlight pen I was looking for one eye and then the other.
"Yes, I see.
"Well," said the doctor, we will light a lamp to illuminate the back of the room where There is a chair, can you tell me what color is it?
A very soft light illuminated the wall that was in front, and she supported, indeed, a chair.
-Black is black.
In the joy expressed by the nurse turned her head smiling. When suddenly everything turned black and lost consciousness.
When I regained consciousness I saw that I was in a white room, illuminated by the sun coming through a window, and saw the black chair. I noticed that was covered in bandages all over his body, including my hands. In the table that was next was a small mirror. With great effort I managed to grab it and place it on my chest. Afraid to discover horrible scars on my face was slowly lifting.
A piercing scream came from my throat, flooding the whole floor of the hospital. I could not breathe, my deep breathing accompanying the pounding of my heart, accelerated, struggled to escape. My chest heaved, my vision blurred, and immediately felt a great peace as I had never imagined.
In the distance I could hear the doctor and the nurse say
"Yes, ma'am," said the doctor weasel Panda-pity.
Truth. Clarifier. Sometimes arises suddenly and, as we are showing robs us of what we really want. 
Given the stubborn insistence of several friends to publish, in this your blog, the story that has been awarded an Honorable Mention by the jury of the first contest of literary forum Prosófagos tales, I have been forced to do so.
I leave you with this story, I hope you like it. Enjoy.
The rat
The truth: clarifying, hated and desired. Sometimes arises suddenly and, when it does, the unbeliever makes a believer, the blind man returns and the superb view of prudence.
I leave you with this story, I hope you like it. Enjoy.
The rat
The truth: clarifying, hated and desired. Sometimes arises suddenly and, when it does, the unbeliever makes a believer, the blind man returns and the superb view of prudence.
What I will tell, though amazing, is my truth.
On the way home, after several months of absence, suffered the demise of my ride. My car, companion of many years, ended his life by the side of a lonely road late at night, and near a forest unknown to me.
darkness forced me to find a flashlight. Its light was brief, but before he died, perhaps in solidarity with my old friend showed me the way to a wonderful colonial house, not knowing how I found surrounded by birch, chestnut and a variety of trees pináceos.
I went to her salvation believing my misfortune. As I approached my admiration grew. Oil lamps lit the fabulous porch supported by four columns.
Door, highly polished hardwood, housed two large knockers that embellished. When dry and solemn sound of the metal is said to opening of the entrance. Not a soul came to meet me. Wisely went crying to let me know. No response.
interior, dimly lighted, showed a mansion worthy of a landowner. On the right side could see a wide and elegant staircase. On the left a double doors open wide, housed a library, barely lit by the glow of a fireplace.
- Is there anyone here? Shouted again.
observed near the stairs a little table with a lamp and telephone. I went over and lifting the handset had checked online, and I made the call to my rescue. In a paper because I did not want to be rude, I wrote my apology and my thanks for the phone usage.
I thought the lamp would serve to enlighten the way back. Fan the flame and to address the exit, I saw a large frame on a wall. As I approached I raised the lamp. A huge furry rat staring at me. The light made her eyes shine so creepy. He opened his mouth, and prey of fear ran regardless leaving the house doors open.
I ran and ran until my lungs need a good breath of air, made me stop. Then I saw that I was rat infested. I looked where I was and discovered I had lost. Taking as reference the house, which had dropped precipitously, I was guided best directed to where they thought it was my late transport.
could not get the horrible head of the rat image staring into his eyes, menacing, ready to pounce on me. With the hair bristling at the memory continued walking until I saw my car. When there were about two meters to reach the glass I could see the huge windshield rat. I was paralyzed. Horrified, I dropped the lamp, the rush to the ground, poured the liquid inside. In a few seconds a fire broke out around me.
Fire raised its tentacles and I could see it clearly. Its long, pointed snout showing long teeth. The nails of his claws, sharp, were ready to tear the flesh of their prey. His eyes were flooded with blood. His mouth was sliding a weak thread of saliva, viscose, took to fall. The fear made me take a deep breath smoke and fainted.
When I awoke I could scarcely distinguish any figure because the bandages that covered my face. I tried to take the hands to the face but the sweet voice of a nurse, and the pain of burns, made me give up. I was informed that I was going to remove head bands.
With great excitement, trying to hide, I was noticing how unrolled, without haste, the thin fabric. When there was hardly a return I tried to open the eyes, but I repressed. The doctor told me to open them slowly.
"Lots of darkness," I said.
"Do not worry, we left the dark room. Do you see this light?
The flashlight pen I was looking for one eye and then the other.
"Yes, I see.
"Well," said the doctor, we will light a lamp to illuminate the back of the room where There is a chair, can you tell me what color is it?
A very soft light illuminated the wall that was in front, and she supported, indeed, a chair.
-Black is black.
In the joy expressed by the nurse turned her head smiling. When suddenly everything turned black and lost consciousness.
When I regained consciousness I saw that I was in a white room, illuminated by the sun coming through a window, and saw the black chair. I noticed that was covered in bandages all over his body, including my hands. In the table that was next was a small mirror. With great effort I managed to grab it and place it on my chest. Afraid to discover horrible scars on my face was slowly lifting.
A piercing scream came from my throat, flooding the whole floor of the hospital. I could not breathe, my deep breathing accompanying the pounding of my heart, accelerated, struggled to escape. My chest heaved, my vision blurred, and immediately felt a great peace as I had never imagined.
In the distance I could hear the doctor and the nurse say
-Time of death ten-thirty.
- Poor rat! Pity.
"Yes, ma'am," said the doctor weasel Panda-pity.
Truth. Clarifier. Sometimes arises suddenly and, as we are showing robs us of what we really want.
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