<?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-6595450103438773812</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:01:12.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-SaKaRtE</title><subtitle type='html'>blog creado para el ramo de multimedia, la verdad de las cosas es que soy un poco lento con esto de subir cosas y no se por que,siendo q soy un genio (ja).bueno ojala pase el ramo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IsaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451613754940174787</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595450103438773812.post-5359039473915202045</id><published>2008-07-15T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:43:27.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>profe</title><content type='html'>muxos ataos con el blog, no lo pude cambiar se hizo lo que se pudo bueno ahi esta todo nos vemos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595450103438773812-5359039473915202045?l=i-sakarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/feeds/5359039473915202045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595450103438773812&amp;postID=5359039473915202045' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/5359039473915202045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/5359039473915202045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/profe.html' title='profe'/><author><name>IsaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451613754940174787</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-6595450103438773812.post-5207832707815846054</id><published>2008-07-15T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:04:15.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>opinion del texto sobre la educacion de la mirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6nKipX8QELc/SH1fqog0k8I/AAAAAAAAACE/41Ca9G9Ij1M/s1600-h/en-una-mirada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6nKipX8QELc/SH1fqog0k8I/AAAAAAAAACE/41Ca9G9Ij1M/s320/en-una-mirada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223436328853869506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la verdad es que la primera parte del texto es bastante cierta eso de que una persona puede apreciar mejor las cosas que lo rodean si pone atencion a estas, al caminar por la calle, se pueden apreciar muchas cosas, como la gente que pasa a tu lado, carteles de publicidad que llaman nuestra atencion, es cosa de poner atencion nada mas, de esta forma se va haciendo costumbre el diferenciar las cosas, ya sean bonitas o feas, colores vivos y apagados, comenzamos a criticar lo que nos rodea. esto se puede debido a la experiencia de mirar y poner atencion ser capaz de transformar lo evidente y darle otro significado para uno mismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595450103438773812-5207832707815846054?l=i-sakarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/feeds/5207832707815846054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595450103438773812&amp;postID=5207832707815846054' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/5207832707815846054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/5207832707815846054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/opinion-del-texto-sobre-la-educacion-de.html' title='opinion del texto sobre la educacion de la mirada'/><author><name>IsaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451613754940174787</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6nKipX8QELc/SH1fqog0k8I/AAAAAAAAACE/41Ca9G9Ij1M/s72-c/en-una-mirada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595450103438773812.post-7961322206951924245</id><published>2008-07-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:04:15.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miradas colectivas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6nKipX8QELc/SH1UG4gzoPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CsnsjcC1ElA/s1600-h/Reverencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6nKipX8QELc/SH1UG4gzoPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CsnsjcC1ElA/s320/Reverencia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223423620045578482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un muy buen video que realza la belleza de las calles, cerros, pasadizos, de este puerto por el que caminamos, sin percatarnos de las bellezas que podemos apreciar sin tener que pagar. una muestra de vedadero arte que intenta darnos mensajes sin que le pongamos ninguna atencion, una mezca de colores que dan vida a nuestra imaginacion es de esperar que os haya gustado y si no es asi no se aceptan devoluciones. jajaj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595450103438773812-7961322206951924245?l=i-sakarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/feeds/7961322206951924245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595450103438773812&amp;postID=7961322206951924245' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/7961322206951924245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/7961322206951924245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/miradas-colectivas_15.html' title='miradas colectivas'/><author><name>IsaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451613754940174787</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6nKipX8QELc/SH1UG4gzoPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CsnsjcC1ElA/s72-c/Reverencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595450103438773812.post-8127419243557707778</id><published>2008-07-15T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:36:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miradas colectivas</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/AcKeSIurHA" width="420" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595450103438773812-8127419243557707778?l=i-sakarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/feeds/8127419243557707778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595450103438773812&amp;postID=8127419243557707778' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/8127419243557707778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/8127419243557707778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/miradas-colectivas.html' title='miradas colectivas'/><author><name>IsaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451613754940174787</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-6595450103438773812.post-8800506117180117722</id><published>2008-06-11T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:17:43.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="__ss_462340" style="WIDTH: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;object style="MARGIN: 0px" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=brama-moya-1213214114016648-9"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=brama-moya-1213214114016648-9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,arial; HEIGHT: 26px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/?src=embed"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -5px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="SlideShare" src="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/logo_embd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a title="View Abraham Moya on SlideShare" href="http://www.slideshare.net/Chelomoe/abraham-moya?src=embed"&gt;View&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/upload?src=embed"&gt;Upload your own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;aqui dejo mi primer "power", muchos problemas para subirlo, estoi xato.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595450103438773812-8800506117180117722?l=i-sakarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/feeds/8800506117180117722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595450103438773812&amp;postID=8800506117180117722' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/8800506117180117722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595450103438773812/posts/default/8800506117180117722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-sakarte.blogspot.com/2008/06/view-upload-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>IsaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451613754940174787</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-6595450103438773812.post-7904116989443956050</id><published>2008-06-05T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:04:15.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6nKipX8QELc/SEhLfhXUM3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/peNMCQgv64Q/s1600-h/C9NICA3W89NPCAF6658UCADNUGM5CAK0C784CAT2PFMRCA3QOU9NCAYT1WJ6CA4Z6OU8CALHDFAFCALRTXT6CA0D5C34CAWHCD42CA3Z6JPDCAVQZWFVCA8BGUVICA95AFA7CA03FSAPCAN5VP4I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6nKipX8QELc/SEhLfhXUM3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/peNMCQgv64Q/s320/C9NICA3W89NPCAF6658UCADNUGM5CAK0C784CAT2PFMRCA3QOU9NCAYT1WJ6CA4Z6OU8CALHDFAFCALRTXT6CA0D5C34CAWHCD42CA3Z6JPDCAVQZWFVCA8BGUVICA95AFA7CA03FSAPCAN5VP4I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208495973958169458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 ETAPAS DE UNA BUENA BORRACHERA!!!   &lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 1. Picoteo leve con botana.&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 2. Picoteo fuerte sin botana.&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 3. Exaltación de la amistad y el parentesco.&lt;br /&gt;3.1 Mutuas gracias y virtudes &lt;br /&gt;3.2 Te quiero como a un hermano (a)&lt;br /&gt;3.3 Antes me caías mal, pero ahora...&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 4. Cantos alegóricos y bailes regionales&lt;br /&gt;   4.1 Fuera inhibiciones&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 5. Las verdades y los me cae's&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 6. Aumento de la temperatura y acoso sexual&lt;br /&gt;6.1 Auto presentación con desconocidos &lt;br /&gt;6.2 Llamadas reveladoras a los (a) ex: 'No puedo dejar de pensar en ti' &lt;br /&gt;6.3 Miradas de odio a quién bateo al amigo(a)&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 7. Revelación de la verdadera personalidad&lt;br /&gt;7.1 El simpatías o mil chistes &lt;br /&gt;7.2 El superdotado&lt;br /&gt;7.3 El políglota&lt;br /&gt;7.4 El corriente&lt;br /&gt;7.5 El trotamundos o viajero&lt;br /&gt;7.6 El depresivo&lt;br /&gt;7.7 El mil ligues&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 8. Degradación del idioma&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 9.Vituperios al Clero y al Estado&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 10. Autosuficiencia moral y económica&lt;br /&gt;10.1 Me importa pico o que mas wea.&lt;br /&gt;10.2 Yo pago&lt;br /&gt;10.3 Yo manejo&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 11. Transmisión de la culpabilidad&lt;br /&gt;11.1 Algo le echaron a las chelas &lt;br /&gt;11.2 Es el hielo, algo le pusieron&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 12. Repentina pérdida del equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;12.1 Caída libre o resbalones&lt;br /&gt;12.2  Ho weon las peredes se mueven...&lt;br /&gt;12.3  Nunca pense ke las eskaleras estuvieran tan largas&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 13. Caída del sistema&lt;br /&gt;13.1 Toy raja.&lt;br /&gt;13.2 ¿Se me nota?                 &lt;br /&gt;13.3  Pérdida total de la memoria caché... sentado en el bar con cara de curaguilla.&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 14. Destrucción del inmueble&lt;br /&gt;14.1 Comenzar a arrojar objetos cercanos&lt;br /&gt;14.2  Sentirse superheroe y tratar de romper paredes&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 15. Difícil desalojo del inmueble&lt;br /&gt;15.1 Yo no me quiero ir del antro... y estoy bien! ¡no me wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 16. Devolución de la botana&lt;br /&gt;16.1 Abrazo al ídolo de porcelana....o donde te sostengas &lt;br /&gt;(cubetas, botes, etc)&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 17. Haciendo tierra o tirando el ancla &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 18.Taquicardia y delirio de persecución&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 19. Amnesia, cruda moral y juramentos posteriores&lt;br /&gt;19.1 Estado 'credo' ( entre crudo y pedo)&lt;br /&gt;19.2 ¿Qué soy novio (a ) de quién?&lt;br /&gt;19.3 ¿Qué besé a quién?&lt;br /&gt;19.4 ¿Qué me acosté con quién?&lt;br /&gt;19.5 La dura... no me acuerdo de nada... &lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 20. Recuento de los daños&lt;br /&gt;20.1¿Y mi celular?&lt;br /&gt;20.2 ¿Quién me quemó con un cigarro? &lt;br /&gt;20.3 ¿Y ese moretón weon?&lt;br /&gt;20.4 ¿las llaves?&lt;br /&gt;ETAPA 21. 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