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just a week ago, his predecessor said goodbye in silence. In a routine check saw that the box was cracked in the bottom bracket. A mortal wound to a carbon frame, and a danger to riding it. As with the make and model we did well (except the break that no one had detected everything has been perfect) and in four years we lived together so many good, bad and suffered moments ( QH8 , QH 09, QH10 ) we decided to mount a Fp Quattro. It is discreet, elegant: white, black and gray with a touch. I know it will wear well, and we will do thousands of miles together.

A roll. Tomorrow we start to tame.

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Pd When I say we have is the bike and me. When we choose are my circumstances and I. Do not think that we are speaking like this kid who won five tours. Do not we or the sole of the shoe. It allowed a license;) ****

The new Pinarello FP Quatro (only box again, but the truth has been wonderful. Thanks Joxi).

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The pedagogical view: Good educational practices

Usually, the evaluation sessions or meetings of educational teams often leave a feeling of anger that lasts me a few days. The week concludes suffered, along with my colleagues from the institute, serving quarterly assessments and, oddly, hardly experienced any mosqueo. "You're getting old" - I thought, and did not give more importance.
However, I must say that soon I felt the same muffled anger of all the final evaluation of all the times when one feels compelled to make a reflection on the meaning of their work. rather, about the pointlessness of the collective work to which it belongs. Wow, what a relief! I'll be back to be the same as always.
In contrast, the link attached to the last entry in one of the most sensible posts I know about education: teaching
gaze: Good educational practices

And also worth shop around:
http:/ / incompetenciasbasicas.blogspot.com /

, that you take advantage.

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Mathematics, the pain


This morning I read that today kicks off in Pamplona English Mathematical Olympiad, a competition in which I pledge my absence. I always hated math, not because it gave me bad -There were things that choked me, as everyone-but for other reasons more weight and depth. The first and primary was because since I was small and mathematics seemed absurd. In times when I was in junior high school, is studying what the empty set, disjoint set, and these soplapolleces equivalent element that even then I wondered where they were out there in real life, because I do not see anywhere. And it's funny because I did not see that my brothers studied and less my children. Will our generation, the 70's, they experimented with that.

Not to forget those mythical problem statements of booklets Rubio. If John has 25 candies, 12 red and 13 green, and should be shared among five partners, two boys and three girls, how many candies of each flavor ...? Or those so exciting if a train leaves Seville at 14.30 and another from Badajoz to the 14.30.01 and will be a constant speed of 134.45 mph, at what exact point of 635,803 miles of track will be found ? Things that brought you the extremely loose on that made you think and waste your time. What mattered to me if I was John Anselmo and spread its candy? Why have two trains to cross, and if they intersect at a point, what happens?

But who really caused my outright rejection of mathematics was a professor named Henry and surnamed The Malo. This man, who was missing half his right arm was crippled, was a literal example of the English saying: the rod and spoil. Substitute letter for math / numbers and santaspascuas. The guy was a mathematical genius (I think his son worked for NASA), but which was a phenomenon was a left-handed hitting prodigious Claymore. This guy was in Villafranca, had a tough, surly, was an urban legend that said the college played like a demon blade. I never saw him in the pediment, but judging how the class muñequeaba soplamocos release time, should be a terrible lefty gay pictures,

Enrique The Malo was responsible for that I bow to the pure letters, Latin and Greek. The Gallic Wars, the story of Scipio, alpha, beta ... were my escape from torment. I think I got tired more math time in both sports. Were tense, his stomach like a washing machine, and tight ass, because you did not know where milk might come. The calculation of probabilities, the number e, the natural logarithm and all these things I looked and I still look the silliest thing in the world were unbearable punishment, so in 2 of Bup, pure lyrics I felt free.

And for the record that I am not the only one who suffered the The (certainly in those years just got a kick in the ass). If they know the name of Enrique Villarreal, the Drug of Barricada, playing a snippet of an interview.

"- What are your memories of her school?

" Just remember that the school had a fucking lame .... they fed us as every day. "

That was fucking lame and was named The Henry. Viva lyrics pure friends.

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mid-afternoon I uploaded the storage room, such as storage rooms around the world is full because everyone likes to save things and not throwing anything, or nothing. In my house there are books, papers, a wooden bench in the old house Ibaiondo de Oñate, jars, pots ... and bicycle groups. Of B, R, of A, the old road, Pinarello aluminum box ... and that the fund, with half a ton of dry clay was the old Peugeot mountain, an iron in strict sense. I bought when I started working at the Journal, in the summer of 1992. There was no way to go from house to the newspaper, so bike and blanket.

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energy He has given us all the oil first and then with atomic energy, a few days ago I thought why not make short trips around town by bicycle? Man with head because there is no question of breaking the record of the time and get sweaty and reeking everywhere. I've always liked to build things, take them apart and back together. So three good hose down I have removed three tons of mud stuck together in the Peugeot, I've changed the saddle, cameras, decks, I oiled ... seems so new to hear. Yes, always weighs a quintal.

I guess what made the old Peugeot could be repeated with many things we have at home. I guess, although we have taught our parents, we have all been inoculated without realizing the virus that leads to a dynamic and fast moving consumer envelope that we can not escape. Me down a key on the phone, a new one. The TV has lost luster, thanks a new plasma. Your computer is a bit slow, the new eighth generation iapplemac blah, blah, blah. Man did not have to now become a recycling center with legs, or beggars in the world types out there but surely there is something that can give you a second chance if you make some small fixes. Gustito resurrect the old pots that gives useful is priceless, you spend your time, exercise patience, and why not pocket grateful.

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old sneakers on a street Hondarribi.