This was a year with many experiences and changes. Most happily. Let us count:
* The band survives despite the loss of two of its members, before we said: "No, they are to ps walk very busy, and again ... "Now we know that we have lost and will not say names because Alex and Isaac might feel alluded ...
members ... Lost, lost on Friday Panda, endurance or frequent drinker, but what the band does not lose or lose the habit of polishing to the board in Victoria 25. 
* I went to a cultural festival in the Cerro de San Pedro, San Luis Potosi, for present the journal Revuelta, but just the right time did not give us space, and I who had my speech prepared! Anyway it was an experience chida. That finally convinced that capitalist rationality is the root of the brutal destruction of the environment: "we fly the hill for a few grams of gold!" No, capitalism is not cool.
addition, who received us were very nice, and go on a hippie van that takes care of hippie bikers heading to a ghost town is not something you live every day. On that trip, and I turned red band. 
* On the other hand, I started something that started with a call ...
... And it became a creative and consistently oriented monificación of writers, philosophers, musicians and social activists. Myself I was surprised, not knowing that he could do so much monkey: 56 in total, gifts, and nearly all managers and sold. Thank you very much to all those who, somehow, monkeys supported the workshop. 
* The high school closed, but leaves us very good memories. Moreover, as the owner did not want us fucking money from the settlement, some teachers founded the group Pichardo + 7 and demand! We are awaiting the outcome.
* I also had a romance with someone from the old school. It was fun.
* Most importantly, I finally my exam! It went very well but missed my thesis advisor, who was many miles from this city. Special thanks to Ethel, a reader of this blog, who heard about my test and I accompanied him. And thanks to her, I started reading Rubem Fonseca.
* And with food, dancing, beer, pinata, celebrate the title at my grandfather. Of course, spider man the picture is not piñata, is one of my cousins \u200b\u200bin disguise.
* In those days, my grandmother gave me a canary, which was first called Paul and now Pi calls because the sound is almost all the time, except for times when they are very happy, when he sings. I'm very fond of Pi, so I buy bars with fruit seeds and honey.
* And near the end of the year, when it seemed unlikely to find a job ... Chamba I entered my first full-time with a band that makes me laugh until my eyes out.
And hence, real pa'l ...
Many thanks to friends, relatives and companions who were with me this year, and cuantimás who have done desdendenantes. Merry
New to all!
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