<?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-5097698</id><updated>2012-01-09T05:09:27.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Ítaca</title><subtitle type='html'>Despistado y perdido, Ulises mira su mapa...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-4159730287367947364</id><published>2011-12-16T14:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:47:17.195Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un hombre alto, abrigo de paño azul marino, camisa blanca, corbata granate, lleva a un niño de la mano. Charlan. El niño, bien abrigado, lleva las postales de Navidad para sus compañeros, el uniforme con la corbata del colegio.&lt;br /&gt;-¡Ten un buen día, sé bueno!&lt;br /&gt;-Lo seré, hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;Cielo gris de invierno, comienza a nevar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-4159730287367947364?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4159730287367947364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=4159730287367947364' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/4159730287367947364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/4159730287367947364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-hombre-alto-abrigo-de-pano-azul.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-4824838738153855831</id><published>2011-10-21T07:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:32:37.732Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- See? This is the way computers used to be. You just used the keyboard, not a mouse. Say, here. You type "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;go mac&lt;/span&gt;" and then "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;b r&lt;/span&gt;" to browse in reverse and then you read what these people are writing.&lt;br /&gt;- Very impressive dad. Can I go now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-4824838738153855831?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4824838738153855831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=4824838738153855831' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/4824838738153855831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/4824838738153855831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2011/10/see-this-is-way-computers-used-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-6165949555577034026</id><published>2011-04-24T09:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-24T09:24:04.580Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El mapa extendido sobre la mesa. Ulises, preocupado, sigue considerando la mejor ruta. Risas. La más pequeña juega con una mariposa sintética, alas de esmeralda y rubíes. Sus hermanos vuelan despreocupados a casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-6165949555577034026?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6165949555577034026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=6165949555577034026' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6165949555577034026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6165949555577034026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2011/04/el-mapa-extendido-sobre-la-mesa-ulises.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-9211749992772050452</id><published>2011-01-30T23:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:07:22.937Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frío, lluvia y viento azotan la Isla de Man. Esperando al avión entro en el museo huyendo del frío. En una de las cruces célticas, la historia de Sigfrido y Fafnir. Busco sin éxito una reproducción en la tienda. Lo que busco ya no está, sólo vive en mí. Y en éstos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-9211749992772050452?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/9211749992772050452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=9211749992772050452' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/9211749992772050452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/9211749992772050452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2011/01/frio-lluvia-y-viento-azotan-la-isla-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-6915264795615729788</id><published>2010-11-13T13:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:18:31.209Z</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance Day</title><content type='html'>- "Why do you want to wear a poppy then?"&lt;br /&gt;- "They died for us daddy, to keep us safe"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Conduciendo de vuelta a casa, noche oscura, por la campiña inglesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-6915264795615729788?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6915264795615729788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=6915264795615729788' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6915264795615729788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6915264795615729788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2010/11/remembrance-day.html' title='Remembrance Day'/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-1336528992405952937</id><published>2010-07-30T15:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:31:13.451Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentado en la playa de piedras con las piernas cruzadas, charlo con mi pequeña. La Luna transforma un mar de azul imposible. "Daddy look, a shooting star!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-1336528992405952937?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/1336528992405952937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=1336528992405952937' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/1336528992405952937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/1336528992405952937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2010/07/sentado-en-la-playa-de-piedras-con-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-8989651118207735619</id><published>2010-04-02T09:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:40:28.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sobre los tejados de pizarra, los árboles, manos esqueléticas alzadas al cielo plomizo, se mueven al viento de abril. La primavera espera paciente en los brotes tras los cristales del ventanal victoriano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-8989651118207735619?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/8989651118207735619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=8989651118207735619' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/8989651118207735619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/8989651118207735619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-los-tejados-de-pizarra-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-1141419386379899161</id><published>2009-09-06T21:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:59:00.541Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juego a la versión de Atari 2600 de Wizard of Wor escuchando 867 5309. Nostalgia de un futuro imaginado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-1141419386379899161?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/1141419386379899161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=1141419386379899161' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/1141419386379899161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/1141419386379899161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2009/09/juego-la-version-de-atari-2600-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-3235909312607300168</id><published>2009-09-06T21:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:41:19.948Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Último día del verano: los niños nadan de noche en la piscina iluminada. Una libélula pasa. Telémaco mira a lo alto: ¨¡Estoy nadando en la luna!¨&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-3235909312607300168?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/3235909312607300168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=3235909312607300168' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/3235909312607300168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/3235909312607300168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultimo-dia-del-verano-los-ninos-nadan.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-8157187871068022835</id><published>2009-06-06T14:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:02:02.949Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Papa, mommy's flowers are dying.&lt;br /&gt;- That's what happens when you cut the flowers from the plant, eventually they die.&lt;br /&gt;- Awww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-8157187871068022835?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/8157187871068022835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=8157187871068022835' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/8157187871068022835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/8157187871068022835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2009/06/papa-mommys-flowers-are-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-4109694631180339899</id><published>2009-04-06T14:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:31:27.074Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hace algún tiempo el disco duro falleció, y aunque tenía copia de seguridad de todo, había decidido no hacer copia de los ficheros de media, lo cual incluía las canciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras instalar un accesorio de Last.FM para Flock, estaba escuchando mi lista de favoritos y de entre ellos &lt;i&gt;The story of Isaac&lt;/i&gt; de Leonard Cohen me ha llenado por unos momentos de una nostalgia de algo que no sé bien qué es.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-4109694631180339899?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4109694631180339899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=4109694631180339899' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/4109694631180339899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/4109694631180339899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/hace-algun-tiempo-el-disco-duro.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-3538928724965666005</id><published>2009-02-04T21:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:43:20.998Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un bosque de susurros complejos tras la puerta de la tapia del jardín.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-3538928724965666005?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/3538928724965666005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=3538928724965666005' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/3538928724965666005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/3538928724965666005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-bosque-de-susurros-complejos-tras-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-8634844428364608860</id><published>2008-10-05T17:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:49:17.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Apple Crumble</title><content type='html'>Esta pequeña y yo hemos hecho apple crumble con manzanas del jardín.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Posted with &lt;a href='http://lifecast.sleepydog.net'&gt;LifeCast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-8634844428364608860?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/8634844428364608860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=8634844428364608860' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/8634844428364608860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/8634844428364608860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-crumble.html' title='Apple Crumble'/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-7915121169981000049</id><published>2008-09-26T11:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:01:34.037Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La más pequeña y yo estábamos viendo a un fulano en Bloomberg decir que esta crisis era la peor que había visto y eso. Esta estaba jugando con una cuchara y yo estaba intentando que aprendiese a hablar y nos despistamos y ya no sé que más dijo el financiero en cuestión.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-7915121169981000049?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/7915121169981000049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=7915121169981000049' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/7915121169981000049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/7915121169981000049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-ms-pequea-y-yo-estbamos-viendo-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-119728160912199339</id><published>2008-05-20T21:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:29:53.470Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leyendo "Los cinco anillos", Ulises se pregunta si éste es un juego que quiera ganar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-119728160912199339?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/119728160912199339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=119728160912199339' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/119728160912199339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/119728160912199339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2008/05/leyendo-los-cinco-anillos-ulises-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-2794562731931822425</id><published>2008-03-17T00:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:57:19.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saltando en la cama elástica.&lt;br /&gt;- Papa, which is my home? Spain or here?&lt;br /&gt;Señalo hacia la casa.&lt;br /&gt;- That is your home.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, ok. &lt;br /&gt;Sigue saltando, ahora más contento. Algún día le voy a tener que explicar porqué no le he enseñado español, pero no hoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-2794562731931822425?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/2794562731931822425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=2794562731931822425' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/2794562731931822425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/2794562731931822425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2008/03/saltando-en-la-cama-elstica.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-4559009968535466079</id><published>2008-02-10T15:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:43:53.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La más pequeña duerme contenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-4559009968535466079?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4559009968535466079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=4559009968535466079' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/4559009968535466079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/4559009968535466079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-ms-pequea-duerme-contenta.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-1325282554061449155</id><published>2007-11-18T23:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:28:16.359Z</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>Ulises, las piernas cruzadas al lado del fuego, reflexiona que con el paso del tiempo nada es ya extraño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-1325282554061449155?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/1325282554061449155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=1325282554061449155' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/1325282554061449155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/1325282554061449155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2007/11/ulises-las-piernas-cruzadas-al-lado-del.html' title=' '/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-6468398698279058164</id><published>2007-10-30T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:00:11.195Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hojas ocres de cansancio aletean hacia el suelo, ¡casi puedo tocar la primavera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-6468398698279058164?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6468398698279058164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=6468398698279058164' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6468398698279058164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6468398698279058164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2007/10/hojas-ocres-de-cansancio-aletean-hacia.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-700448010942802398</id><published>2007-07-23T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:37:06.267Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hace ya unos meses tuve esta conversaci&amp;#243;n:&lt;br&gt;- What is this, nano?&lt;br&gt;- It&amp;#39;s a puter papa &lt;br&gt;- No nano, it&amp;#39;s a phone&lt;br&gt;- Papa, that&amp;#39;s a puter&lt;br&gt;El caso es que &amp;#233;l tiene raz&amp;#243;n.&lt;br&gt;------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-700448010942802398?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/700448010942802398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=700448010942802398' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/700448010942802398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/700448010942802398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2007/07/hace-ya-unos-meses-tuve-esta-conversaci.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-6313409515379553535</id><published>2007-06-01T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-01T16:22:34.028Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un sueño: Ulises regresa momentáneamente a Itaca y descubre que apenas habla griego ya. De algún modo, el mar es más real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-6313409515379553535?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6313409515379553535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=6313409515379553535' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6313409515379553535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6313409515379553535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2007/06/un-sueo-ulises-regresa-momentneamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-3784379628945940066</id><published>2007-03-28T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:28:08.695Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esta pequeñina berrea al volver. Señalo una rama del árbol. La subo para que la alcance.&lt;br /&gt;- Look! A flower!&lt;br /&gt;- Flower papa, flower! (reímos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-3784379628945940066?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/3784379628945940066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=3784379628945940066' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/3784379628945940066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/3784379628945940066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2007/03/esta-pequeina-berrea-al-volver.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-8772545197892212087</id><published>2007-03-12T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:54:17.802Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Papa, you can't eat a frog!&lt;br /&gt;- Of course I can nano. It's just the legs though. Do you want to try them?&lt;br /&gt;- No thanks (Hace un gesto de asco)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-8772545197892212087?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/8772545197892212087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=8772545197892212087' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/8772545197892212087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/8772545197892212087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2007/03/papa-you-cant-eat-frog-of-course-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-5397478661253749214</id><published>2007-01-12T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:35:15.377Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Al mando del navío, un reflejo en el agua trae a Ulises una sensación momentánea de extrañeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-5397478661253749214?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/5397478661253749214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=5397478661253749214' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/5397478661253749214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/5397478661253749214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2007/01/al-mando-del-navo-un-reflejo-en-el-agua.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-6343258330133425385</id><published>2006-11-24T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:15:35.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulises, ceño fruncido, sentado con las piernas cruzadas, relee: "Uno, camino, dos, cielo, tres suelo, cuatro  General, cinco Ley."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-6343258330133425385?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6343258330133425385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=6343258330133425385' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6343258330133425385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/6343258330133425385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/11/ulises-ceo-fruncido-sentado-con-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-1902559457608492403</id><published>2006-10-12T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:27:42.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Papa, can I have more?&lt;br /&gt;- Please&lt;br /&gt;- Can  I have more, please?&lt;br /&gt;- Here you are nano, mussels!&lt;br /&gt;- Mussels! (ríe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-1902559457608492403?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/1902559457608492403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=1902559457608492403' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/1902559457608492403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/1902559457608492403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/10/papa-can-i-have-more-please-please-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-115887589583334396</id><published>2006-09-21T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:58:15.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El orden de las preguntas es ¿cuándo? ¿cómo?... (¿puedo?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-115887589583334396?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/115887589583334396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=115887589583334396' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/115887589583334396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/115887589583334396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/09/el-orden-de-las-preguntas-es-cundo-cmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-115766039249026990</id><published>2006-09-07T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:19:52.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conduciendo, aire de la mañana denso de significado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-115766039249026990?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/115766039249026990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=115766039249026990' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/115766039249026990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/115766039249026990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/09/conduciendo-aire-de-la-maana-denso-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-115464600821911908</id><published>2006-08-03T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:00:08.230Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se me había olvidado quién era (¿o sería quien soy?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-115464600821911908?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/115464600821911908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=115464600821911908' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/115464600821911908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/115464600821911908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/08/se-me-haba-olvidado-quin-era-o-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-115222413629354213</id><published>2006-07-06T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:15:36.303Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escuchando a Belle y Sebastian, la brisa de la noche acaricia mis brazos. Si sólo pudiese controlar mi atención.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-115222413629354213?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/115222413629354213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=115222413629354213' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/115222413629354213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/115222413629354213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/07/escuchando-belle-y-sebastian-la-brisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-114961148048746709</id><published>2006-06-06T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:31:20.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Llamando por teléfono advierto que todo comienza por un paso pequeño, que de por sí no da vértigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-114961148048746709?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/114961148048746709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=114961148048746709' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114961148048746709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114961148048746709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/06/llamando-por-telfono-advierto-que-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-114791262485691290</id><published>2006-05-18T00:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:39:03.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Las cajas de bento están hechas de ingredientes mayormente comunes como arroz, nori, pescado, vegetales y alguna fruta en rodajas de postre, pero al abrirlas hacen sonreír a la persona para quien las haces. Esa sonrisa a través de lo común es simbólica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-114791262485691290?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/114791262485691290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=114791262485691290' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114791262485691290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114791262485691290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/05/las-cajas-de-bento-estn-hechas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-114660326179856181</id><published>2006-05-02T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:55:46.376Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esta pequeñina sentada en mis rodillas ríe y juega con una piedra de la playa. Éste y ella también: una ola los persigue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-114660326179856181?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/114660326179856181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=114660326179856181' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114660326179856181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114660326179856181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/05/esta-pequeina-sentada-en-mis-rodillas.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-114262607180019965</id><published>2006-03-17T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:07:51.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Al fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-114262607180019965?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/114262607180019965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=114262607180019965' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114262607180019965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114262607180019965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/03/al-fin.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-114185446518664794</id><published>2006-03-08T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:47:45.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Penélope y Ulises juegan con la nieve. El pequeño Telémaco aprende a hacer bolas de nieve y su hermana contempla todo sorprendida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-114185446518664794?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/114185446518664794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=114185446518664794' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114185446518664794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114185446518664794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/03/penlope-y-ulises-juegan-con-la-nieve.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-114030086758933588</id><published>2006-02-18T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:14:27.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esta mañana hemos salido a jugar al jardín éste y yo. Hemos contado unas bolitas rojas que había en un arbusto. En el almendro había ya almendras verdes con su piel de terciopelo, me he sorprendido de la cantidad de musgo que hay en el lado donde no da el sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-114030086758933588?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/114030086758933588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=114030086758933588' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114030086758933588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/114030086758933588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/02/esta-maana-hemos-salido-jugar-al-jardn.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-113725295595955785</id><published>2006-01-14T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:35:55.970Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La luz. filigrana de oro sobre ámbar, acaricia un bocadillo absurdo. Voluntad de ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-113725295595955785?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/113725295595955785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=113725295595955785' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113725295595955785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113725295595955785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-113598316655367730</id><published>2005-12-30T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:52:46.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La compañía de títeres itinerante de Penélope y Ulises presentó el día de Navidad la obra Sigfrido y Fafnir, aventura en cuatro actos con gran éxito entre chicos y grandes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-113598316655367730?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/113598316655367730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=113598316655367730' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113598316655367730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113598316655367730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/12/la-compaa-de-tteres-itinerante-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-113473486693863645</id><published>2005-12-16T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:07:46.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentado en una roca en la playa, Ulises advierte mirando al mar, que no hay barreras que se puedan tocar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-113473486693863645?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/113473486693863645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=113473486693863645' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113473486693863645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113473486693863645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/12/sentado-en-una-roca-en-la-playa-ulises.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-113337364752111309</id><published>2005-11-30T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:00:47.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo oí, pero mi cabeza me decía que hiciese otra cosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-113337364752111309?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/113337364752111309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=113337364752111309' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113337364752111309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113337364752111309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/11/lo-o-pero-mi-cabeza-me-deca-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-113192812087228736</id><published>2005-11-14T00:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:28:40.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulises tras múltiples desventuras, regresa a &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/imac/"&gt;casa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-113192812087228736?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/113192812087228736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=113192812087228736' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113192812087228736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113192812087228736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/11/ulises-tras-mltiples-desventuras.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-113041119464816524</id><published>2005-10-27T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:06:34.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sonrisa al espejo. Nadie muere realmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-113041119464816524?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/113041119464816524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=113041119464816524' title='15 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113041119464816524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/113041119464816524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/10/sonrisa-al-espejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112920899283508755</id><published>2005-10-13T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:09:52.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estaba pensando en lo que digo, en lo que hago, en lo que pienso y me parece que me he hecho mayor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112920899283508755?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112920899283508755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112920899283508755' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112920899283508755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112920899283508755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/10/estaba-pensando-en-lo-que-digo-en-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112786101242986226</id><published>2005-09-27T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:43:32.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Llueve: cada una de las gotas de lluvia tiene significado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112786101242986226?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112786101242986226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112786101242986226' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112786101242986226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112786101242986226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/09/llueve-cada-una-de-las-gotas-de-lluvia.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112618260677319830</id><published>2005-09-08T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:30:06.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tras una charla bastante politizada, estaba pensando que el problema de las ideologías (y lo que es peor, actuar según una de ellas) es que la vida de uno termina siendo en esencia, una réplica absurda de las ideas de la vida de otros. Y eso hace que haya un momento en que hay gente que sienta desasosiego y naúsea dado que el guión que sigue lo han escrito otros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112618260677319830?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112618260677319830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112618260677319830' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112618260677319830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112618260677319830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/09/tras-una-charla-bastante-politizada.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112510504852867637</id><published>2005-08-27T01:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:10:48.533Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pasando por un lugar donde vivía, un letrero: "se alquila". Pensando luego, creo que he perdido la mirada inocente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112510504852867637?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112510504852867637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112510504852867637' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112510504852867637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112510504852867637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/08/pasando-por-un-lugar-donde-viva-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112500113732058541</id><published>2005-08-25T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-25T20:18:57.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caras conocidas, caras nuevas tras el túnel de árboles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112500113732058541?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112500113732058541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112500113732058541' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112500113732058541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112500113732058541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/08/caras-conocidas-caras-nuevas-tras-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112447051116075036</id><published>2005-08-19T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:36:53.596Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desde la ventana reflectante de la habitación climatizada se ven dos hileras de palmeras. Un médico sonriente con aspecto de haberlo visto todo y zapatos que parecen el salario de alguien, saluda amable a los padres que miran satisfechos a su pequeña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casi a dos mil kilómetros de distancia, el sacerdote de una religión centroamericana olvidada hace un corte en el pecho de otra mujer joven y arranca el corazón. Un coro de arpías aúlla con satisfacción.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112447051116075036?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112447051116075036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112447051116075036' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112447051116075036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112447051116075036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/08/desde-la-ventana-reflectante-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112446941721010943</id><published>2005-08-19T16:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:36:57.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Volviendo a casa por la M40 escucho en la cinta del área de servicio una canción the "The Aloof" que escuché por primera vez poco después de venir al país. Me ha dado la impresión de que ya no soy el mismo que era (aunque esto se puede decir de todo el mundo en cualquier momento)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112446941721010943?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112446941721010943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112446941721010943' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112446941721010943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112446941721010943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/08/volviendo-casa-por-la-m40-escucho-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112356525621302679</id><published>2005-08-09T05:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-09T05:27:36.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A veces la vida es como un rayo de luz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112356525621302679?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112356525621302679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112356525621302679' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112356525621302679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112356525621302679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/08/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112202317546994117</id><published>2005-07-22T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:06:15.473Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulises, intranquilo, navega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112202317546994117?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112202317546994117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112202317546994117' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112202317546994117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112202317546994117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/07/ulises-intranquilo-navega.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112172304836360709</id><published>2005-07-18T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:44:08.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luz del atardecer a través del ventanal del cuarto de estar, los árboles tocan el cielo, empieza a hacer un poco de frío.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112172304836360709?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112172304836360709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112172304836360709' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112172304836360709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112172304836360709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/07/luz-del-atardecer-travs-del-ventanal.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112128544186718623</id><published>2005-07-13T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:10:41.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ayer por la noche estaba desesperado y harto, hoy por la tarde estoy contento. Nada ha cambiado realmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112128544186718623?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112128544186718623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112128544186718623' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112128544186718623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112128544186718623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/07/ayer-por-la-noche-estaba-desesperado-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112052846470468565</id><published>2005-07-05T01:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-05T02:06:15.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La caja blanca de madera contenía bajo su tapa de cristal, la esquina superior de un 2000 AD, una anilla de una lata de Coca Cola, el botón cuadrado con bordes redondeados y la silueta de un coche de carreras de un Auto Race de Mattel y un trébol sobre la base de un papel pintado de flores desvaídas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112052846470468565?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112052846470468565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112052846470468565' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112052846470468565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112052846470468565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/07/la-caja-blanca-de-madera-contena-bajo.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112043219442564146</id><published>2005-07-03T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:09:54.430Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya entiendo porqué la gente compra teléfonos viejos en Ebay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112043219442564146?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112043219442564146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112043219442564146' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112043219442564146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112043219442564146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/07/ya-entiendo-porqu-la-gente-compra.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-112043135040557290</id><published>2005-07-03T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:55:50.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recuerdo aquella tarde lluviosa y oscura en que llegué por vez primera a aquella ciudad, la sensación terrible de haber desperdiciado los últimos doce años.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-112043135040557290?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/112043135040557290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=112043135040557290' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112043135040557290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/112043135040557290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/07/recuerdo-aquella-tarde-lluviosa-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111973693667285756</id><published>2005-06-25T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:02:16.676Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentado sobre las rocas, Ulises mira la playa: no hay caminos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111973693667285756?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111973693667285756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111973693667285756' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111973693667285756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111973693667285756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/06/sentado-sobre-las-rocas-ulises-mira-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111895792944773026</id><published>2005-06-16T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-16T21:41:26.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/2336/640/nusuth1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img  src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/2336/400/nusuth1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111895792944773026?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111895792944773026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111895792944773026' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111895792944773026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111895792944773026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111861900943230868</id><published>2005-06-12T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:30:09.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La compañía de títeres de Penélope y Ulises se complace en haber representado con gran éxito de público de niños y grandes su versión libre de "Orfeo y Eurídice" (con final feliz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111861900943230868?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111861900943230868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111861900943230868' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111861900943230868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111861900943230868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/06/la-compaa-de-tteres-de-penlope-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111818937772087546</id><published>2005-06-08T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:09:37.723Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acariciando su arco, Ulises, pensativo, mira hacia el sur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111818937772087546?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111818937772087546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111818937772087546' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111818937772087546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111818937772087546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/06/acariciando-su-arco-ulises-pensativo.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111792758373535591</id><published>2005-06-04T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:26:23.736Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pensando en las cosas que he hecho la semana pasada y las que tengo para la siguiente quizás debiese estar sorprendido y mareado, pero sólo tengo sueño y cansancio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111792758373535591?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111792758373535591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111792758373535591' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111792758373535591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111792758373535591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/06/pensando-en-las-cosas-que-he-hecho-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111792726395710051</id><published>2005-06-04T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:21:03.960Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Una pequeña serpiente se hunde en una charca de improbabilidad. Ulises sonríe malvado  y continúa su travesía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111792726395710051?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111792726395710051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111792726395710051' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111792726395710051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111792726395710051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/06/una-pequea-serpiente-se-hunde-en-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111753922804832070</id><published>2005-05-31T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:33:48.053Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ayer estuvimos en casa de unos amigos y uno, que habla a su niña en árabe con ligero acento irlandés, de pasada mencionó el periódico que suelo leer e intercambiamos recetas para hacer las lentejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces sí que me siento en casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111753922804832070?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111753922804832070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111753922804832070' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111753922804832070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111753922804832070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/05/ayer-estuvimos-en-casa-de-unos-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111688750429692527</id><published>2005-05-23T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:31:44.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He estado viendo/escuchando la canción de Giles "Standing in the way" unas cuantas veces del episodio musical de Buffy the Vampire Slayer "Once more with feeling".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111688750429692527?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111688750429692527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111688750429692527' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111688750429692527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111688750429692527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-estado-viendoescuchando-la-cancin.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111619300069360685</id><published>2005-05-15T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:36:40.696Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy para cenar he hecho sopa. Tenía unas bolitas chinas de pescado y calamar ligeramente picantes, acelga, tallarines frescos, salsa de soja tailandesa de marca "Healthy child" de la que es más densa, unas setas chinas en conserva, langostinos, pimiento y unas especias tailandesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penélope ha comentado "Qué rica" y también "¿queda más?" y el nano se ha comido unas bolitas de pescado pinchadas en un tenedor y unos tallarines. No han dicho "qué sopa más rara" o "¿a qué sabe esto?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me da la impresión de que lo que cocino es un poco como mi vida, un poco rara pero aquí no pasa nada y se toma uno otro cuenco de sopa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111619300069360685?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111619300069360685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111619300069360685' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111619300069360685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111619300069360685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/05/hoy-para-cenar-he-hecho-sopa.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111541957347154933</id><published>2005-05-06T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:46:58.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estaba pensando en cosas raras como suelo hacer y me he dado cuenta de que muchas de las cosas que he hecho hoy son harto improbables. El caso es que a mediodía mientras sacaba mi comida de la cajita del supermercado mientras escuchaba "Aquarius" de "Boards of Canada" todo parecía perfectamente normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111541957347154933?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111541957347154933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111541957347154933' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111541957347154933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111541957347154933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/05/estaba-pensando-en-cosas-raras-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111502507440406642</id><published>2005-05-02T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-02T09:11:14.406Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aguas oscuras, brumas como telarañas. Ulises navega, los ojos cerrados, con un mapa arcáico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111502507440406642?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111502507440406642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111502507440406642' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111502507440406642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111502507440406642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/05/aguas-oscuras-brumas-como-telaraas.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111472851357603382</id><published>2005-04-28T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:48:33.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Navegando sobre las nubes, el sol brilla en cubierta. Tormenta de flores de almendro. Un pequeño pasajero señala la gaviota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111472851357603382?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111472851357603382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111472851357603382' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111472851357603382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111472851357603382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/04/navegando-sobre-las-nubes-el-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111343699101055455</id><published>2005-04-13T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:03:11.010Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy en el cole, el maestro nos decía que hablásemos de qué habíamos hecho el fin de semana, y he pensado "paella".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111343699101055455?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111343699101055455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estaba pensando que la naturaleza de los perales es dar peras, y las de los niños tirar piedras a los árboles, y ni las piedras ni las peras pueden cambiar la naturaleza de uno u otro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111271478571261549?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111271478571261549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111271478571261549' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111271478571261549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111271478571261549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/04/estaba-pensando-que-la-naturaleza-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111248893138188425</id><published>2005-04-03T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-03T00:42:11.383Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulises mira dentro y cree ver fuera, mira fuera y finalmente ve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111248893138188425?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111248893138188425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111248893138188425' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111248893138188425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111248893138188425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/04/ulises-mira-dentro-y-cree-ver-fuera.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111135578757420360</id><published>2005-03-20T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:00:14.253Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cassoulet de recuerdos (baja en colesterol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: a veces algunos de los ingredientes de la receta no son evidentes y contribuyen considerablemente al sabor del plato. Uno de los casos más notables es la versión personal rápida y baja en colesterol de este clásico francés para la cual el ganso es un ave desconocida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos: Tomillo: una salida dominguera al monte de niño donde una niña y su papá asusten a una culebrilla de río con una piedra. Ajo: una ristra importada en la maleta con las consecuencias imaginables. Alubias: una cena navideña de alubias con almejas a la marinera. Guindillas: "Gildas" en honor a Rita Hayworth (creo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:400 gramos de alubias blancas de lata (las Bellini van bien), una cebolla, 400 gramos de tomate pelado y troceado, tres dientes de ajo, tres pechugas de pollo, dos cubos de caldo concentrado, aceite de oliva, sal, azúcar, pimienta molida negra, tomillo orégano y romero. Pan rallado y tostado. Dos vasitos de agua. Guindillas (opcional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparación: córtese la cebolla en trocitos pequeños y las pechugas de pollo en pedazos de un centímetro de ancho. Fríanse ambas hasta que la cebolla quede blanda y dórense las pechugas. Échese el tomate cortado, dos cucharaditas de sal y tres de azúcar, dos pizcas de tomillo, romero, orégano y pimienta negra a voluntad. Remuévase todo bien hasta que el tomate esté un poco frito. Échense entonces las alubias y remuévase. Es conveniente aplastar con una espátula un poco las alubias para que la salsa quede más densa. Pónganse los vasos de agua y los cubos de caldo concentrado. Tarda en hacerse unos 30 a 40 minutos a fuego suave. Quince minutos antes de retirarlo, echar las migas de pan sobre el guiso. Retirar del fuego y dejar reposar 20 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentación: acompáñese de vino tinto o gaseosa, con guindillas para quien las quiera. Déjese enfriar en un platito aparte un rato para niños menores de dos años.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111135578757420360?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111135578757420360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111135578757420360' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111135578757420360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111135578757420360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/03/cassoulet-de-recuerdos-baja-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-111126290522456425</id><published>2005-03-19T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:08:25.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Una jarra de limonada sobre la mesa de teca, un niño corriendo con una pelota, amigos charlando, otro acebo - la misma brisa de primavera en el jardín.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-111126290522456425?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/111126290522456425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=111126290522456425' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111126290522456425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/111126290522456425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/03/una-jarra-de-limonada-sobre-la-mesa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110952418626582955</id><published>2005-02-27T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T17:09:46.266Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minotauro se prepara para la cena mientras considera si debería plantar algunas lechugas y tomates en el laberinto, dado que la carne ateniense sóla es un poco seca. Teseo navega rumbo a Creta. Ariadna, aburrida de los jóvenes de Creta que sólo la pretenden por ser su padre el rey, mira por los ventanales de palacio. Ícaro, hijo de un funcionario público, envidia a Helios secretamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loki, harto del frío del norte, sonríe malvado tras sus gafas de sol esperando a la cola del vuelo que le llevará a Grecia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110952418626582955?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110952418626582955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110952418626582955' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110952418626582955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110952418626582955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/02/minotauro-se-prepara-para-la-cena.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110883333700358865</id><published>2005-02-19T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-19T17:15:37.003Z</updated><title type='text'>El futuro es ayer</title><content type='html'>Ayer por la tarde, estaba escaneando el menu del 'take away' chino y alguna que otra cosilla, a .pdf y archivandolo bajo el epigrafe 'informacion local'. Y luego estaba poniendo terminos de busqueda, y se me ocurria que lo que estaria bien seria usar un vocabulario controlado como se hace para las bases de datos documentales grandes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y seria estupendo acceder a esto de forma remota con VNC o WAP o con un 'front end' de portal de busqueda o llevarlo en un llavero de memoria con USB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hay que ver que cosas mas raras se le ocurren a la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110883333700358865?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110883333700358865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110883333700358865' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110883333700358865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110883333700358865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/02/el-futuro-es-ayer.html' title='El futuro es ayer'/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110867038984818710</id><published>2005-02-17T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:59:49.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Pesscado, rico pesscado</title><content type='html'>Estamos el nano este y yo viendo la tele todos panchos comiendo pescado picante con gambas y guisantes y se me estaba ocurriendo que todos tenemos que estirar la pata algun dia, pero mientras tanto erm pues eso. (Leches, este chisme no tiene acentos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110867038984818710?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110867038984818710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110867038984818710' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110867038984818710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110867038984818710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/02/pesscado-rico-pesscado.html' title='Pesscado, rico pesscado'/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110850817592924071</id><published>2005-02-15T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:56:15.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recuerdos:noche, cierzo, guadaña, cerrar otros ojos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110850817592924071?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110850817592924071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110850817592924071' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110850817592924071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110850817592924071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/02/recuerdosnoche-cierzo-guadaa-cerrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110816403769916766</id><published>2005-02-11T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:20:37.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Penélope y Ulises emprenden un viaje, los gruñidos de la piara enfurecida todavía no han cesado. La sala de la aerolínea no se parece a nada que hayan visto antes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110816403769916766?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110816403769916766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110816403769916766' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110816403769916766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110816403769916766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/02/penlope-y-ulises-emprenden-un-viaje.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110765436984663735</id><published>2005-02-06T01:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:46:09.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Gargola</title><content type='html'>Poco a poco Ulises se convierte en una gargola.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Sent with Instant Email from T-Mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110765436984663735?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110765436984663735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110765436984663735' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110765436984663735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110765436984663735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/02/gargola.html' title='Gargola'/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110744660779481519</id><published>2005-02-03T15:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:03:27.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Una cola de contribuyentes llenos de paciencia fuera del edificio. Todos han salido a almorzar por la puerta de atrás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110744660779481519?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110744660779481519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110744660779481519' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110744660779481519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110744660779481519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/02/una-cola-de-contribuyentes-llenos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110679198600867201</id><published>2005-01-27T02:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-27T02:13:06.010Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulises, cansado, teclea "Home" como término de búsqueda en Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110679198600867201?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110679198600867201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110679198600867201' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110679198600867201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110679198600867201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/01/ulises-cansado-teclea-home-como-trmino.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110571155298481599</id><published>2005-01-14T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-14T14:05:52.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulises duerme contento, la luz de un diodo azul iluminando su pecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110571155298481599?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110571155298481599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110571155298481599' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110571155298481599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110571155298481599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/01/ulises-duerme-contento-la-luz-de-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110531120319877512</id><published>2005-01-09T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:54:09.083Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La compañía de teatrillo de títeres de Penélope y Ulises vuelve de gira internacional tras un merecido éxito entre chicos y grandes. Los niños aplaudieron a rabiar en "Punch y Judy" el día de Navidad, y en las versiones libres de "Pedro y el lobo" y "Caperucita roja" el día de Reyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110531120319877512?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110531120319877512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110531120319877512' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110531120319877512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110531120319877512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2005/01/la-compaa-de-teatrillo-de-tteres-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110350813217196521</id><published>2004-12-20T01:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-03T15:57:01.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Usando el destornillador de batería para agrandar los agujeros del ventilador de la CPU que está cambiando, Ulises sonríe mientras alrededor un maelstrom de realidad gira y gira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110350813217196521?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110350813217196521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110350813217196521' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110350813217196521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110350813217196521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/12/usando-el-destornillador-de-batera.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110276702631872741</id><published>2004-12-11T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-11T12:10:26.316Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Una señora de mi edad - me siento tan joven. &lt;br /&gt;Un grupo de mandarines, ay soy tan mayor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110276702631872741?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110276702631872741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110276702631872741' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110276702631872741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110276702631872741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/12/una-seora-de-mi-edad-me-siento-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110189541614629491</id><published>2004-12-01T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-01T10:03:36.146Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taza de té a la "A&amp;E"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: la taza de té "Urgencias" es algo básico en un departamento de urgencias en la Gran Bretaña. Normalmente es preparada por una enfermera para pacientes o sus familiares y ocasionalmente para otros miembros del personal del departamento. Es el tipo de cosa que uno tiende a recordar. El sabor azucarado del té, normalmente acompañado de lo amargo de la circunstancia en cuestión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes: una bolsita de té, preferentemente Tetley o PG Tips. El Earl Grey o el Chai no están mál, pero no forman parte del material de un departamento de urgencias. Leche semi desnatada, de las que vienen en bricks de pinta y con un letrero que indica el nombre del propietario y la maldición que caerá sobre aquellos que beban la leche sin autorización. Agua caliente, extraída de uno de esos aparatos diseñados para proveer agua caliente las veinticuatro horas del día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparación: póngase la bolsita de té en una taza (las tazas apropiadas tienen la incripción "Manchester United" y las verdaderamente genuinas "Manchester City". Una taza "Barry Manilow live" también vale.) y échese el agua hirviendo hasta llenar algo más de tres cuartas partes de la taza. A continuación, se revuelve la bolsita con un tenedor durante unos diez segundos y luego se espachurra la bolsita de té contra la pared de la taza, tirándose al contenedor con la etiqueta amarilla "Only clinical waste". Después, se llena el resto de la taza con leche y se añaden dos cucharaditas de azúcar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentación: llévese la taza hasta la persona cariacontecida que mira hacia abajo o coge la mano del familiar, y opcionalmente acompáñese de un "Here you are dear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110189541614629491?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110189541614629491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110189541614629491' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110189541614629491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110189541614629491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/12/taza-de-t-la-ae-nota-la-taza-de-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110150752800470071</id><published>2004-11-26T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:18:48.006Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Redondo de cerdo a la cazuela estupenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notas: Uno de los problemas que he tenido siempre al hacer el redondo de cerdo a la cazuela es que me queda muy seco. Creo que por eso los ingleses le ponen una salsa de manzana similar a la compota. El otro día por fin me quedó jugoso y rico, y creo que es por usar una cazuela de La Creuset que me regaló la familia las Navidades pasadas. No sé si el regalo dice más de ellos o de mí, pero ha sido un hallazgo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una cazuela de hierro forjado que cuece aquello que se pone dentro de forma lenta y uniforme, y la pesada tapa no deja escapar casi el vapor de agua. El efecto final es algo similar a una "slow cooker" pero mucho más rápida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes: (cinco personas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Redondo de cerdo 1.5 kg (atado con un cordel para darla la forma redonda)&lt;br /&gt;- Mostaza estilo Dijon&lt;br /&gt;- Miel&lt;br /&gt;- Dos cebollas&lt;br /&gt;- Tres hojas de laurel&lt;br /&gt;- Sal&lt;br /&gt;- Aceite de oliva&lt;br /&gt;- Tres o cuatro vasos de agua&lt;br /&gt;- Dos vasos de vino tinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo: un rato largo (así a ojo media hora por cada kilo de carne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedimiento: póngase aceite en la cazuela hasta que cubra el fondo a fuego vivo y dórese la cebolla troceada. Mientras tanto, se puede salar la carne y después se unta con mostaza y miel. La mostaza dará un poco de sabor a la carne, pero pierde casi todo su picor durante el tiempo de cocción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez hecho, se pone la carne en la cazuela a fuego medio sobre la cebolla y se echan un par de vasos de agua y uno de vino tinto. Se riega la carne con el caldo y se pone la tapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada veinte minutos se da la vuelta a la carne y se riega con la salsa. A mitad de cocción se añade el segundo vaso de vino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al cabo de hora y media debería estar hecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentación: córtese la carne en rodajas finas con un cuchillo afilado y póngase la salsa encima y algo de acompañamiento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110150752800470071?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110150752800470071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110150752800470071' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110150752800470071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110150752800470071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/11/redondo-de-cerdo-la-cazuela-estupenda.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110142586936313119</id><published>2004-11-25T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:50:55.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sauerkraut con salchichas estilo mudanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notas: siendo español, no tengo ni idea de cómo se prepara esto. En &lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/groups?q=sauerkraut&amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;meta=group%3Drec.food.recipes"&gt;Usenet&lt;/a&gt; hay un montón de recetas sobre cómo preparar esta comida típica de "mitteleuropa" (lo que quiera que sea) de forma más presentable. Si se prepara como se indica, se obtendrá un plato nutritivo y sabroso en poco rato, haciéndolo apto por ejemplo para una mudanza como la mía. No es preciso ir hasta Chorlton para comprar los ingredientes, pero si se está cerca pues es un buen sitio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las primeras veces que hice este plato, encontré el sauerkraut en el supermercado, y no sabiendo muy bien para qué servía pues compré un bote a ver qué tal. Inicialmente no me molestaba en lavarlo, y sabía a vinagre. Una vez me decidí a leer la etiqueta del producto averigué que había que lavarlo y cocinarlo con vino blanco, cerveza o hacerlo a la cazuela. Las salchichas baratas Frankfurt tampoco ayudaban a una buena experiencia gastronómica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;- Salchichas Brautwurst&lt;br /&gt;- Mostaza alemana&lt;br /&gt;- Sauerkraut&lt;br /&gt;- Una pizca de sal&lt;br /&gt;- Un vasito de vino tinto&lt;br /&gt;- Dos dientes de ajo&lt;br /&gt;- Aceite de oliva&lt;br /&gt;- Algo para acompañar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal: un pinche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo: un rato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedimiento: Mándese al pinche a comprar las salchichas citadas y la mostaza. Se pueden encontrar en la delicatessen &lt;a href="http://www.barbakan-deli.co.uk/"&gt;Barbakan&lt;/a&gt;. Una salchicha por persona basta si son grandes. Una vez el pinche regrese, se puede comenzar a cocinar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordénese al pinche que saque el sauerkraut del bote y lo lave con agua fría usando un colador de los usados para pasta. Esto conseguirá que deje de tener el sabor a vinagre. Luego, en una cacerola póngase el fondo de aceite a fuego vivo. Pónganse dos dientes de ajo pelados y échese el sauerkraut a la cazuela. Revuelva de vez en cuando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto, pónganse las salchichas a hacer en la carmela y una vez bien hechas, pónganse sobre el sauerkraut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez hecho, se sirve a los comensales, quizás acompañado de coles de Bruselas o lo que sea que el pinche haya hecho de acompañamiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentación: póngase la salchicha con el sauerkraut en un plato con el acompañamiento, preferiblemente con alguna cerveza que sea buena y con pan. (Otra vez, recomendar los panes de Barbakan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110142586936313119?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110142586936313119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110142586936313119' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110142586936313119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110142586936313119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/11/sauerkraut-con-salchichas-estilo.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110140982729564333</id><published>2004-11-25T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-25T19:10:27.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pos se me estaba ocurriendo que esto de tener un blog para ilustrar la internet con pensamientos profundos es un rollo así que desde hoy esto se va a dedicar a otra cosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110140982729564333?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110140982729564333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110140982729564333' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110140982729564333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110140982729564333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/11/pos-se-me-estaba-ocurriendo-que-esto.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110056616726762459</id><published>2004-11-16T01:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:49:27.266Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Al mirar atrás, una maraña de caminos. No creo que sean mejores ni peores, sólo están ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110056616726762459?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110056616726762459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110056616726762459' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110056616726762459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110056616726762459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/11/al-mirar-atrs-una-maraa-de-caminos.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-110016531505063214</id><published>2004-11-11T09:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:28:35.050Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estaba pensando esta mañana, así a propósito de nada que fui a un curso hace ya un tiempo, y uno de los profesores me decía que si persistía en hacer lo mismo obtendría el mismo resultado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-110016531505063214?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/110016531505063214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=110016531505063214' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110016531505063214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/110016531505063214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/11/estaba-pensando-esta-maana-as-propsito.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-109987525798536880</id><published>2004-11-08T01:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:58:33.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dos hileras de árboles simétricas a la entrada de un parque. De pronto mis pupilas se dilatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-109987525798536880?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/109987525798536880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=109987525798536880' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109987525798536880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109987525798536880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/11/dos-hileras-de-rboles-simtricas-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-109941616757044191</id><published>2004-11-02T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T17:22:47.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jo. Estaba pensando que lo más normal que he hecho este fin de semana es leer un periodiquillo inmobiliario de los Emiratos que nos han traído unos amigos que han vuelto allí de vacaciones unos días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-109941616757044191?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/109941616757044191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=109941616757044191' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109941616757044191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109941616757044191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/11/jo_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-109809451477151345</id><published>2004-10-18T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:15:14.773Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ante la tumba de Agamenón, Orestes entrega a su hermana Electra una daga envenenada con una inscripción: "Olvido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-109809451477151345?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/109809451477151345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=109809451477151345' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109809451477151345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109809451477151345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/10/ante-la-tumba-de-agamenn-orestes.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-109759822419733845</id><published>2004-10-12T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-12T16:23:44.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulises empuja una enorme piedra colina arriba. Cree recordar que ésta no era su vida sino la de otro, se para a rascarse la oreja .. y ¡ la piedra cae otra vez !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-109759822419733845?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/109759822419733845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=109759822419733845' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109759822419733845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109759822419733845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/10/ulises-empuja-una-enorme-piedra-colina.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-109542564591177526</id><published>2004-09-17T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-17T12:54:05.910Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentado en un sillón en su club, Ulises se pregunta si el formar parte de la junta directiva será una buena cosa o no, al tiempo que mira hacia arriba a ver si hay alguna daga colgada del techo. Una carta del inquieto Sócrates, indica que quizás viaje de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-109542564591177526?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/109542564591177526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=109542564591177526' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109542564591177526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109542564591177526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/09/sentado-en-un-silln-en-su-club-ulises.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-109524106422454798</id><published>2004-09-15T09:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-17T12:49:26.210Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estamos éste y yo comiendo ciruelas en la mesa de la cocina. Oscuras, maduras y dulces. El sol entra por las puertas acristaladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-109524106422454798?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/109524106422454798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=109524106422454798' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109524106422454798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109524106422454798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/09/estamos-ste-y-yo-comiendo-ciruelas-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-109163955013121869</id><published>2004-08-04T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-04T17:12:30.133Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estaba buscando en Amazon algún libro (de esos de segunda mano) a ver si aprendo algo. El caso es que al irme a lavar los dientes frente al espejo, me he dado cuenta de que el libro ya lo tengo, pero siempre me da pereza leerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-109163955013121869?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/109163955013121869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=109163955013121869' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109163955013121869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/109163955013121869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/08/estaba-buscando-en-amazon-algn-libro.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-108985379231612856</id><published>2004-07-15T01:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-15T01:15:15.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creo que leí una vez que el que no sabe, es como el que no ve: al no saber lo que busca, no ve lo que encuentra. Aunque quizás sea sólo una maldad y no lo haya leído nunca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-108985379231612856?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/108985379231612856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=108985379231612856' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/108985379231612856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/108985379231612856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/07/creo-que-le-una-vez-que-el-que-no-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097698.post-108922903776712361</id><published>2004-07-07T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-07T19:37:17.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estaba pensando que no debería escuchar a Rammstein mientras pongo mensajes en los blogs de los dinosaurios del periodismo, porque sólo se me ocurren maldades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097698-108922903776712361?l=itaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/feeds/108922903776712361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097698&amp;postID=108922903776712361' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/108922903776712361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097698/posts/default/108922903776712361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaca.blogspot.com/2004/07/estaba-pensando-que-no-debera-escuchar.html' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231806999182021781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
