<?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-6220612</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:15:42.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gradocero</title><subtitle type='html'>donde todo pierde sentido</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xime</name><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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107591944718226004</id><published>2004-02-04T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T18:04:57.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zonalibre.org/blog/gradocero/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.zonalibre.org/blog/gradocero/&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107591944718226004?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107591944718226004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107591944718226004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591944718226004' title='Mudanza'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107578056643716957</id><published>2004-02-03T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T00:58:24.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100 veces no debo</title><content type='html'>Debería estar durmiendo pero no puedo, estoy pegada a este monitor tratando de armar el "template" para mi nueva casita. Yo sabía que esto me iba a pasar. Un año comentando y nada, inmunizada. Un mes posteando y ahora no puedo dormirme sin que me salga el maldito template. Blogger te voy a extrañar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otras cosas que debería haber hecho y no hice por culpa del MT:&lt;br /&gt;1. llamar a fulanita y menganita &lt;br /&gt;2. ver el final de soy gitano&lt;br /&gt;3. cenar como la gente&lt;br /&gt;4. bañarme &lt;br /&gt;Bueno, no es tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107578056643716957?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107578056643716957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107578056643716957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107578056643716957' title='100 veces no debo'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107557077791992907</id><published>2004-01-31T14:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T14:54:40.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A mi la lluvia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="500" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td width="97" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/rximena/paraguas.gif" width="97" height="95"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td width="15"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td width="665"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me gusta la lluvia pero solo en verano. Es como un alivio, un descanso. Pero sobretodo es la excusa perfecta para no hacer nada. Sobretodo.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107557077791992907?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107557077791992907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107557077791992907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107557077791992907' title='A mi la lluvia...'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107533952144277115</id><published>2004-01-28T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T14:41:01.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Haciendo las valijas</title><content type='html'>Supongo que cada uno comparte palabras inventadas o resignificadas con su familia, pareja y/o grupo de amigos.&lt;br /&gt;El otro día estaba leyendo un blog donde el chico (*) explicaba que usaba la palabra “maletas” con su grupo de amigos para decir que se había cortado una relación. Algo así como que se terminaba la pareja y uno agarraba las maletas para irse.&lt;br /&gt;Maletas es una palabra que suelo usar, pero para mí es otra cosa. Cuando estoy de mal humor estoy maleta. Este termino es muy práctico para justificar puteadas, caras de culo y silencios.&lt;br /&gt;“Estoy  maleta” = estoy cruzada, de mal humor, mala, no me hables, no me mires, no me preguntes nada, ni la hora.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) dedicado al chico “maletas” (si leés esto por favor, decime cual era tu blog porque me olvidé, cosa que me pone maleta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: acá el link al &lt;a href="http://tusentuertos.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_tusentuertos_archive.html#107478893975278438"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107533952144277115?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107533952144277115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107533952144277115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533952144277115' title='Haciendo las valijas'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107512203125469467</id><published>2004-01-26T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T15:36:56.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunes otra vez</title><content type='html'>Son las 10 de la mañana. Tendría que estar en la allá (oficina) pero estoy acá (casa).&lt;br /&gt;Igual un rato voy... si, ya voy.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que llevar los brownies que hice anoche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: ¿qué es un brownie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/rximena/queesbrownies.jpg" width="493" height="152"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107512203125469467?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107512203125469467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107512203125469467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107512203125469467' title='Lunes otra vez'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107478135801519867</id><published>2004-01-22T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:48:03.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que monono</title><content type='html'>Feliz año, chino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/rximena/chinese.jpg" width="100" height="140"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107478135801519867?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107478135801519867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107478135801519867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478135801519867' title='Que monono'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107429388435548146</id><published>2004-01-16T19:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T19:59:58.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A cada cerdo le llega su San Martín&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguien me explica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo saqué de &lt;a href="http://www.proverbia.net/refranes.asp" target="_blank"&gt;ac&amp;aacute;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107429388435548146?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107429388435548146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107429388435548146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107429388435548146' title=''/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107421058148182921</id><published>2004-01-15T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T20:52:30.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cállate que me deseperas.</title><content type='html'>Por favor, alguien asesine a las &lt;a href="http://www.thewb.com/Shows/Show/0,7353,%7C%7C159,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/a&gt; por su continuodialógointerminablesinpausasenelmedio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107421058148182921?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107421058148182921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107421058148182921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107421058148182921' title='Cállate que me deseperas.'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107411678776382045</id><published>2004-01-14T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T18:51:30.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Franchella con botas</title><content type='html'>En la esquina de mi casa tiene la inmobiliaria Franchella. No el actor, sino el hermano de.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre que lo veo tiene puestas sus botas texanas en punta, de cuero marrón oscuro y labradas.&lt;br /&gt;En realidad no me había dado cuenta de este detalle hasta el día de hoy que me lo crucé. &lt;br /&gt;Eran las cinco de la tarde y la sensación térmica para mi era de 45º. &lt;br /&gt;Como en un viejo western, Franchella daba lentos pasos pesados y parecía no importarle nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107411678776382045?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107411678776382045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107411678776382045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107411678776382045' title='Franchella con botas'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107395346336131363</id><published>2004-01-12T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:29:13.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumando espero</title><content type='html'>Estamos acostumbrados a respuestas inmediatas. Si mandamos un mail generalmente esperamos que nos contesten el mismo día o al día siguiente. Ni hablar del msn, icq, etc. Después de un “hola” es casi intolerable que pasen 10 minutos reales si la persona del otro lado estás on line, disponible, conectada. Toda esta ansiedad se traslada al blog. Desde el lugar de comentarista o de posteadora (?), hay momentos en que me vuelvo adicta al &lt;strong&gt;F5&lt;/strong&gt;. Quiero respuestas ya!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Por eso es que no entiendo como la gente se relacionaba en épocas de la Revolución Francesa, la reina Victoria o Cristóbal Colón. Como hacían para esperar meses la respuesta a una carta de amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Desde estas llanuras que recorro con mi mirada, veo las nubes pasar persiguiendo días eternos, te quiero, te extraño....  y vos? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 meses sin que pase el cartero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107395346336131363?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107395346336131363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107395346336131363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395346336131363' title='Fumando espero'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107370513109839631</id><published>2004-01-10T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T00:46:40.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamá me comprás.......</title><content type='html'>Vía post del &lt;a href="http://www.elcipresenelpatio.com.ar/blog/2004/01/09/mazinger.php" target="_blank"&gt;ciprés&lt;/a&gt;, estuve recorriendo esta página y encontré mi jueguito!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;No era el más difícil de todos pero tanto lo pedí, tanto lo deseé que sólo el hecho de tenerlo era maravilloso.&lt;br /&gt;Cómo fue que desapareciste de mi vida? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ochentax.com.ar/portal/modules.php?op=modload&amp;name=My_eGallery&amp;file=index&amp;do=showpic&amp;pid=129&amp;orderby=titleA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/rximena/firegw.jpg.jpeg" alt="mi jueguito" width="250" height="152" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107370513109839631?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107370513109839631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107370513109839631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107370513109839631' title='Mamá me comprás.......'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107361766076350671</id><published>2004-01-08T23:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:17:58.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Chuca</title><content type='html'>Este sábado voy a ir a ver Kevin Johansen &lt;a href="http://www.buenosaires.gov.ar/areas/cultura/verano/conciertos.php?menu_id=2374" target="_blank"&gt;en Palermo&lt;/a&gt;. La entrada es gratuita y se recibirán libros destinados a Bibliotecas Comunitarias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I was doing&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I found myself&lt;br /&gt;(Dancing) with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107361766076350671?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107361766076350671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107361766076350671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361766076350671' title='Kevin Chuca'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107344043705949734</id><published>2004-01-06T22:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T01:28:29.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Korochi es mi amigo</title><content type='html'>Aunque muchos digan que es &lt;a href="http://www.worcel.com/korochi/archivos/002612.php" target="_blank"&gt;malo&lt;/a&gt;, gracias al gesto de lucas entré a concursar en el &lt;a href="http://www.premiosgab.com.ar/" target="_blank"&gt;GAB 03&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, a triunfar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107344043705949734?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107344043705949734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107344043705949734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107344043705949734' title='Korochi es mi amigo'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107333913721508283</id><published>2004-01-05T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T18:47:00.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frezeer</title><content type='html'>La radio anuncia 34° de sensación térmica. Yo, con 3 aires acondicionados prendidos en el trabajo, no me puedo ni mover del frío. Acá una pequeña colaboración de gradocero (a pedido de jime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/rximena/frio.jpg" width="320" height="92"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107333913721508283?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107333913721508283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107333913721508283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333913721508283' title='Frezeer'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107324755375926889</id><published>2004-01-04T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T17:19:32.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pero mirá que lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alterebro.com/alterebro.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/rximena/perrito.jpg" width="130" height="98" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107324755375926889?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107324755375926889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107324755375926889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107324755375926889' title='pero mirá que lindo'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107323683840788026</id><published>2004-01-04T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T14:22:26.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo de Gloria</title><content type='html'>Me levanto y ella me empieza a contar:&lt;br /&gt;- ....anoche, el vecino de arriba le pegó a la mujer, estaban a los gritos, se escuchaba de todo... yo te desperté a eso de las 4 de la mañana  y como siempre me sacaste con un grito.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿estás segura?, mirá que yo no escuché nada.&lt;br /&gt;- pero si, el tipo se volvió loco.&lt;br /&gt;- qué raro, yo me despierto con el mínimo ruidito y no escuché nada, ni cuando me levantaste... ¿no será un sueño?&lt;br /&gt;- ah, no, tenés razón, puede ser que lo soñé, porque de repente alguien me dice: “vamos por acá, este es el camino a la gloria” y me muestra un camino color naranja todo hecho de cuadernos &lt;a href="http://www.officenet.com.ar/product.asp?dept%5Fid=838&amp;sku=CUEGLCF4C&amp;mscssid=nuevo000000000000000000000000013" target="_blank"&gt;Gloria&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- sí mamá, era un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107323683840788026?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107323683840788026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107323683840788026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107323683840788026' title='Domingo de Gloria'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107307700704441351</id><published>2004-01-02T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T17:57:04.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metas para el 2004</title><content type='html'>Tengo dos controles remotos para ver tele, uno la enciende-apaga y sube el volumen, el otro cambia los canales del conversor.&lt;br /&gt;Hace un mes y medio que no me anda el primero.&lt;br /&gt;Hace un mes y medio que tengo levantarme de la cama para apagarla y, en sólo tres pasos de ida y tres de vuelta,  pierdo el sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Es una lucha de vagancias: la vagancia diurna para comprar pilas contra la vagancia nocturna de apagar la tele.&lt;br /&gt;Mi meta para este año es ponerme las pilas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107307700704441351?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107307700704441351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107307700704441351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307700704441351' title='Metas para el 2004'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107306379166255321</id><published>2004-01-02T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T14:16:49.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mini post de ayer</title><content type='html'>1° de enero: la ciudad de bs. as. se tomó vacaciones de la gente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107306379166255321?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107306379166255321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107306379166255321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306379166255321' title='mini post de ayer'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107284738934197550</id><published>2003-12-31T01:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T02:10:49.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Base robada</title><content type='html'>Mi base con los habbicomments ayer se me perdió, pastando la dejé y desapareció...&lt;br /&gt;Lamentablemente he perdido el testimonio de mis primeros comments.&lt;br /&gt;Así que hago público mi agradecimiento a lucas, habbi, kane, jime, banzo, joy y a los miles que intentaron comentar y se perdieron en el intento. &lt;br /&gt;Vuelvan! Ya está solucionado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107284738934197550?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107284738934197550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107284738934197550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284738934197550' title='Base robada'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107273567663634364</id><published>2003-12-29T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T19:09:57.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Razones para tener un blog</title><content type='html'>Después de un año como tímida comentarista decido “poner” un blog, acá las razones...&lt;br /&gt;1.	Simular que estoy trabajando en horas de trabajo&lt;br /&gt;2.	Recibir visitas tipo Mirtha&lt;br /&gt;3.	Ir a la próxima reunión de webloggers y ponerme la remera de mi blog&lt;br /&gt;4.	Alimentar mi ego&lt;br /&gt;5.	La más importante, poder concursar en el &lt;a href="http://www22.brinkster.com/habbimap/gab/index.asp" target="_blank"&gt;GAB 2003 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107273567663634364?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107273567663634364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107273567663634364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107273567663634364' title='Razones para tener un blog'/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220612.post-107171783794619193</id><published>2003-12-26T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T18:03:41.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comencemos por el grado cero, el sinsentido absoluto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220612-107171783794619193?l=gradocero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107171783794619193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220612/posts/default/107171783794619193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradocero.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171783794619193' title=''/><author><name>xime</name><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></entry></feed>
