<?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-5145370</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:43:31.107+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Petite Claudine</title><subtitle type='html'>Once you go black&lt;br&gt;
you never go back</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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>480</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106684115090973412</id><published>2003-10-22T18:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T21:48:31.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El enlace del día:

Superheroímas del espacio exterior. Y tan chulo era que ¡lo han slashdotteado!  Yo lo dejo ahí por si las moscas. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106684115090973412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106684115090973412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106684115090973412' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106684004792477302</id><published>2003-10-22T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:23:16.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eliott Smith


Elliott Smith has died at age 34, according to an obituary posted late Tuesday on Sweet Adeline, Smith's official website.  Rumors had been circulating on the Internet all day about Smith's apparent suicide; by early evening, the overwhelming traffic from well-wishers and fans was crashing Sweet Adeline's discussion board.  A handful of posts indicated that representatives from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106684004792477302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106684004792477302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106684004792477302' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106683840764221355</id><published>2003-10-22T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:33:57.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A por la dominación mundial


Esto empieza a ser un poco como ir a La Metralleta: montones de basura, todas esas portadas que te sabes de memoria y, de vez en cuando, alguna joya que llevarse a la boca. Nunca mejor dicho. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106683840764221355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106683840764221355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683840764221355' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106683605279873173</id><published>2003-10-22T17:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T23:39:49.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puritita lascivia femenina


A cuenta del enlace que nos trae Jason sobre el control de natalidad y sus protagonistas, me llama la atención este párrafo encontrado en el timeline (Marzo, 1914):

En su periódico radical The Woman Rebel, Margaret Sanger instruye a las mujeres sobre los momentos en los que sería prudente evitar el embarazo, como es caso de enfermedad o pobreza. No da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106683605279873173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106683605279873173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683605279873173' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106683147773307843</id><published>2003-10-22T15:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T16:40:53.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hamlet reloaded.   Lo mío con BCN empieza a ser un poco como lo del angel exterminador, pero tiene sus ventajas. Aprovechando que he cogido una bonita gripe y que mis prendas delicadas siguen mojándose en el patio de mi anfitrión, me he quedado un lunes más y he revisitado dos películas maravillosas: Beautiful Girls y Tigre Dragón, con sorprendentes efectos secundarios. 

Es extraño que dos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106683147773307843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106683147773307843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683147773307843' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106682802337244549</id><published>2003-10-22T14:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:53:17.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recomendaciones ciberpunk.  Me cuenta un adorable lector: 

(...) pues resulta que el cabron de Walter Mosley (el de EasyRawling) de repente se desmarca del genero policiaco - detectivesco - reivindicativo - afroamericano y escribe un libro de tematica ciberpunk - sci/f i- reivindicativo - afroamericano. 

Muy bueno; Futureland se llama. 
Oído cocina. Muchas gracias, XaV1Uzz
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106682802337244549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106682802337244549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106682802337244549' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106682568620066713</id><published>2003-10-22T14:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T22:06:35.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostálgicos SA


Me manda Alfredo un bonito enlace con anuncios de motos, prendas para el hombre de éxito (en los setenta), nuestros favoritos del 8-bit y un link algo perturbador: el Museo de la Menstruación y la Salud Femenina. Todavía no sé qué pensar. 

Nada que compita con ésto, sin embargo. Atari rlz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106682568620066713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106682568620066713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106682568620066713' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106642023302346934</id><published>2003-10-17T21:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T22:10:36.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girls who like porno!


No se me pierdan a estas dos rabiosas preciosidades pinchando en Barbarella esta noche. Y denles todos los besos que puedan de mi parte, que yo no podré ir... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106642023302346934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106642023302346934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106642023302346934' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106641966602568471</id><published>2003-10-17T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T22:08:35.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tarantino is back


Gracias Zampano!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106641966602568471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106641966602568471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106641966602568471' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106633010275058999</id><published>2003-10-16T20:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T21:10:20.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wave Mag se marca un simpático estudio acerca de las diez aficines más geek de nuestro tiempo, con el consiguiente rating de grado de humillación pública y daños colaterales a la hora de practicar idiomas con individuos del sexo contrario. O del mismo. 

Del que se desprende, para ejemplo de generaciones venideras,  que los aficionados al vampirismo son más patéticos que los freaks del </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106633010275058999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106633010275058999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106633010275058999' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106632737293981749</id><published>2003-10-16T19:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T20:22:53.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warning: un post no apto para diabéticos.  Por lo pronto, sigo en BCN -lo que resulta un poco farragoso para publicar-, recuperándome lentamente de los excesos, las comilonas, las cuatro noches de farra por la ciudad condal y, sobre todo, la nostalgia inmediata que queda tras despedirse de todo el mundo en artFutura. No ha sido un año normal. Y no sólo por eso de que todo el mundo haya perdido al</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106632737293981749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106632737293981749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106632737293981749' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106567349434001362</id><published>2003-10-09T06:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T19:32:51.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Especial artFutura


... y mucho más en Elástico</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106567349434001362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106567349434001362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106567349434001362' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106567347461480130</id><published>2003-10-09T06:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T06:28:11.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¡Ay lo que cuenta Nacho!   Me acaba de llegar este alucinante MP3: el himno de Telefónica. La producción tanto de las voces como de la música tiene barniz profesional, por lo que parece improbable que sea falso. Si es una broma, ha costado cara. Sin embargo, me cuenta otro amigo periodista que Telefónica niega oficialmente que este himno exista, aunque los rumores apuntan lo contrario. Seguro que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106567347461480130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106567347461480130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106567347461480130' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106567342452995126</id><published>2003-10-09T06:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T23:36:21.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nick Walker

thanx Wooster!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106567342452995126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106567342452995126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106567342452995126' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106556930070518662</id><published>2003-10-08T01:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:25:58.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buenas noches a tí también
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106556930070518662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106556930070518662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106556930070518662' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106556794896483085</id><published>2003-10-08T01:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:30:12.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gus Van Sant: escuela de jóvenes asesinos
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106556794896483085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106556794896483085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106556794896483085' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106556011088811304</id><published>2003-10-07T22:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:37:24.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The American Stripper


thanx signor Mori</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106556011088811304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106556011088811304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106556011088811304' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106555925986256544</id><published>2003-10-07T22:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T22:40:59.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En mi correo, hoy: Vieiros, publicación digital de referencia en lengua gallega, organiza el concurso literario Os peores poemas para Laura. El reto es intentar escribir un poema incluso peor que el que George W. Bush ha dedicado a su amada esposa (Oh, mi bulto en la cama, cómo te he echado de menos), utilizando tres de las palabras que el rapsoda yanqui empleó en el mismo: como son bulto, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106555925986256544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106555925986256544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555925986256544' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106555207779728021</id><published>2003-10-07T20:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:41:39.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kimochi-ii

Kimochi ii es un término poco académico, muy popular en ciertas producciones japonesas. Significa, más o menos: oh sí, oh sí. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106555207779728021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106555207779728021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555207779728021' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106554236419849861</id><published>2003-10-07T17:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:47:52.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi Res! vs Amon Tobin


Quien diga que se me cae la baba con Hi Res! no se equivoca lo más mínimo: sólo ellos son capaces de hacer este precioso experimento para la página de Amon Tobin. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106554236419849861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106554236419849861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106554236419849861' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106554160071321250</id><published>2003-10-07T17:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T02:35:04.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Visual history of album design
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106554160071321250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106554160071321250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106554160071321250' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106546251889291192</id><published>2003-10-06T19:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T02:42:55.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kodak As you Go


Una historia de los anuncios publicitarios de la casa a lo largo de casi dos décadas (1900-1926). Via J-walk. 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106546251889291192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106546251889291192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106546251889291192' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106546186112984603</id><published>2003-10-06T19:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T02:58:47.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIVE FROM THE BLOGOSPHERE- ARTFUTURA - BARCELONA.  
 Muchos nos quedamos con las ganas de asistir al primer evento realmente importante creado en torno a la comunidad de webloggers -Live from the Blogosphere-, que se celebró en Los Angeles el pasado febrero y, con eso de que era al otro lado del mundo y nos pìllaba mal de tiempo, lo seguimos con envidia -y streamming- desde el sofá del salón.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106546186112984603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106546186112984603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106546186112984603' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106546115126709769</id><published>2003-10-06T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:36:56.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vida de un conejo

No es la primera vez que la vemos, pero esta web ha crecido mucho en un par de meses...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106546115126709769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106546115126709769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106546115126709769' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106529138790513527</id><published>2003-10-04T20:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:44:25.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Dirty Party! Y una maravillosa e inesperada sorpresa: Teamtendo ya están en Madrid. 

Cuando una siente debilidad por los hombres vestidos de ardilla es mejor que se lo guarde, por aquello del qué dirán. En este caso mejor me arriesgo: ya iba siendo hora de que mis estrellas más adoradas se pasaran por la capital. Por favor, no se pierdan a Teamtendo, dos ardillas parisinas que hacen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106529138790513527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106529138790513527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106529138790513527' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106519561316092461</id><published>2003-10-03T17:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:54:22.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


via Cup of Chicha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106519561316092461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106519561316092461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519561316092461' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106519390924319498</id><published>2003-10-03T17:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T17:12:48.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estrella invitada: Ursula K Le Guin.    The King and Tehanu go to meet dragons.   A map of Earthsea.   A very large map of Earthsea.   The Hainish Encyclopedia.   The Ekumen.   The Disconnected.   Le Guin's World

Thanx Metafilter!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106519390924319498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106519390924319498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519390924319498' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106519301898077317</id><published>2003-10-03T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T02:28:00.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitcoms online

Mi pasión por la horchata es algo tan desmedido que uno de mis amigos acuñó la frase: una mala horchata es mejor que no horchata. Con las telecomedias -muy a mi pesar- me ocurre un poco lo mismo. A mi me gustaría vivir en uno de esos países en que hay un canal donde ponen capítulos de Frasier todo el rato. O de Mad about you, esa telecomedia que hizo famosa a Helen Hunt y que en</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106519301898077317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106519301898077317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519301898077317' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106502007803429850</id><published>2003-10-01T16:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T02:23:36.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sencillamente indescriptible
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106502007803429850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106502007803429850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106502007803429850' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106501877735038946</id><published>2003-10-01T16:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T16:32:57.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CÓDIGO DE HONOR MASCULINO
1. No alquilaras la película "Ghost", ni "Chocolat", ni "El Paciente Inglés" y ninguna con Leonardo Di Caprio.
2. Bajo ninguna circunstancia dos hombres compartirán un paraguas.
3. Cualquier hombre que lleve una cámara a una despedida de soltero puede ser legalmente asesinado y sus restos arrojados a los perros por sus compañeros de juerga.
4. A menos que haya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106501877735038946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106501877735038946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106501877735038946' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106501860674275974</id><published>2003-10-01T16:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T16:32:06.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tack-O-Rama

... que, a su vez, nos lleva a un interesante banco de imágenes, delicia futura de fanzineros presentes. 
thanx, Sugar!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106501860674275974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106501860674275974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106501860674275974' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106489257452558549</id><published>2003-09-30T05:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T05:34:12.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orson Scott Card: MP3s Are Not the Devil.   
Se puede decir más alto, pero no más claro: Here's a clue: Movie studios have, for decades, used "creative accounting" to make it so that even hit movies never manage to break even, thus depriving the creative people of their "percentage of profits." A few have dared to sue, but most figure that it isn't worth the ill will. (The sentence "You'll never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106489257452558549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106489257452558549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106489257452558549' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106486744669477734</id><published>2003-09-29T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:56:14.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A misunderstanding with a friend can be left behind you this weekend, when Mercury, the planet of communication, stops stirring up confusion. Do not let a chance to set the record straight, or to share your thoughts with someone, pass you by. Friday's New Moon also gives you a sixth sense for what is going on behind the scenes in a situation that concerns you closely. 
Ese dios alado del demonio</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486744669477734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486744669477734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486744669477734' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106486633290593549</id><published>2003-09-29T22:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:02:06.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
A la sombra de The Atlantic.  Respaldado por las m?s ilustres firmas -entre ellas la inagotable Margaret Atwood o el premio Nobel Saul Bellow- The Walrus se presenta como el primo canadiense de The Atlantic, Harper's y The New Yorker. 
Es una buena se?al, aunque venga desde tan lejos. Y no empiezan nada mal: extracto de Douglas Coupland, columna-manifiesto de Neall Pollak y cita de Marshall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486633290593549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486633290593549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486633290593549' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106486637477777006</id><published>2003-09-29T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T17:44:10.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sutil, muy sutil


Igor Maltsev, director de Russian Finance magazine: Pues no sé de qué me habla, y creí que las divisas estaban bailando en nuestro poster... 
Igor Maltsev, después de la llamada del juez: pues ahora que lo menciona, señor juez Presnyakov, me doy cuenta de que sí, efectivamente, parece una escena de amor. 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486637477777006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486637477777006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486637477777006' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106486488580428613</id><published>2003-09-29T21:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T21:56:03.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si ya lo decía tu abuelo: el que no se excusa es porque no quiere.    Aquí, el documento. 

A tendency for getting their lips around a Whopper has turned Japanese schoolgirls into Nippon's naughtiest nymphomaniacs, according to Shukan Gendai (6/29). Kazuo Sakai, head of the Stress Hibiya Clinic in Tokyo, says fast food is to blame for the promiscuous behavior of today's schoolgirls. 
Sex </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486488580428613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486488580428613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486488580428613' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106486419147246339</id><published>2003-09-29T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:11:39.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Donna Haraway: A Cyborg Manifesto

Sé que ya es viejo. Sé que ya es famoso. Pero ¿saben? Es por ese dichoso escapista: creo que él todavía no lo ha leído. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486419147246339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486419147246339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486419147246339' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106486057155965752</id><published>2003-09-29T20:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:14:06.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Las joyas de la mesa de mezclas

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486057155965752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106486057155965752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486057155965752' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106458136811779140</id><published>2003-09-26T15:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T15:02:48.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I were a rich man
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106458136811779140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106458136811779140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106458136811779140' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106454010644318953</id><published>2003-09-26T03:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T03:35:06.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Unh! Project

via Sugar&amp;Spicie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106454010644318953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106454010644318953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106454010644318953' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106450139479576678</id><published>2003-09-25T16:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T03:04:51.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La culpa la tiene el cine. Nos venden las relaciones como una empresa que sólo admite dos socios, muebles de diseño y ventanas llenas de hiedra pegadas a cada mesa, donde el café es de colombia -y no de pica-pica-, el aire es limpio, los negocios rentables y la intranet va de la ostia, sistema operativo perfecto, efectividad total. Pero luego llegas tú con tus catorce primaveras y ya empiezas a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106450139479576678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106450139479576678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106450139479576678' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106440678307478683</id><published>2003-09-24T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:24:09.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trevor
 
Como diría Nico, hoy me he levantado supercruel, con una ceja hacia arriba y una tendencia desatada hacia la sangre ajena. ¿Ya conocen todos a Trevor? Pues Mondo Bizarro le dedica una corta -pero deliciosa- retrospectiva. 
via Cipango</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106440678307478683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106440678307478683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106440678307478683' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106440435626855136</id><published>2003-09-24T13:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:30:53.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El hada verde de la Absenta

quiere robar tu alma

y más cuentos crueles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106440435626855136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106440435626855136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106440435626855136' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106440408603517627</id><published>2003-09-24T13:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T13:56:04.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un reto para un Tones: In Search of the Wannabees.  
My pal Aldo is putting together a homemade CD of Madonna soundalikes, songs that slavishly imitated Madonna's signature sound during her 1983-89 peak. I assume the more girly and poppy and cotton candylike the tune, the better. We put our heads together and came up with some ideas.

Baby Love - Regina
Baby Talk - Alisha
Each Time You Break</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106440408603517627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106440408603517627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106440408603517627' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106435861169301736</id><published>2003-09-24T01:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:18:52.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decodek: Ghost

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106435861169301736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106435861169301736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435861169301736' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106434228876012314</id><published>2003-09-23T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T20:38:56.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que te parta un rayo.   Hoy es uno de esos días ¿no? Y era realmente el peor para darme cuenta de que mi tarjeta de sonido -que está firme e incomprensiblemente soldada a la placa- no rula ni con amenazas. Después de una semana sin comentarios he decidido cortar por lo sano que siempre ha sido lo mío y pasarme directamente a Blogspeak, copiada con malas artes pero muy buenas intenciones al recién</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106434228876012314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106434228876012314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106434228876012314' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106433168971186966</id><published>2003-09-23T17:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T20:42:55.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the Live Music Archive.   Etree.org is a community committed to providing the highest quality live concerts in a lossless, downloadable format.  The Internet Archive has teamed up with etree.org to preserve and archive as many live concerts as possible for current and future generations to enjoy. All 
music in this Collection is from trade-friendly 
artists and is strictly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106433168971186966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106433168971186966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433168971186966' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106433110837971052</id><published>2003-09-23T17:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:27:36.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zhu Xain Jair


...en la galería de Ray Hughes (Australia). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106433110837971052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106433110837971052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433110837971052' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106433108152739205</id><published>2003-09-23T17:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:31:21.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Introspective, Sensitive, Reflective.  You come to grips more frequently and thoroughly with yourself and your environment than do most people. You detest superficiality; you'd rather be alone than have to suffer through small talk. But your relationships with your friends are very strong, which gives you the inner tranquility and harmony that you require. You do not mind being alone for extended</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106433108152739205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106433108152739205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433108152739205' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106433033980196570</id><published>2003-09-23T17:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:35:18.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Los juguetes no tienen edad


Thanx Joshua!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106433033980196570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106433033980196570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433033980196570' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106432892919744031</id><published>2003-09-23T16:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T16:55:40.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quieto, macarra


Gracias Ina!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106432892919744031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106432892919744031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106432892919744031' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106425240367550809</id><published>2003-09-22T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T19:44:08.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live and Let Die


Si aún no han oído hablar de la banda Hell on Earth es que no saben lo que es la libertad de expresión. Estos genuinos muchachos de Tampa, Florida, que aderezan sus sets de electro-gótico metaleros con los ya clásicos números con ratas vivas, serpientes, sexo de casquería y otras demostraciones de afecto por lo orgánico y natural, han decidido aprovechar su gira estatal para</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106425240367550809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106425240367550809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106425240367550809' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106425064434266106</id><published>2003-09-22T19:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:01:04.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿Thora Birch?


Oxigenada, sonriente -en resumen, irreconocible- y muy bien acompañada, en la entrega de los Emmy. Precioso giro de muñeca, querida. 

via The Modern Age</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106425064434266106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106425064434266106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106425064434266106' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106403029158242080</id><published>2003-09-20T05:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T05:58:10.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decodek.  Nos vemos mañana sábado en la sala Amplíate. A los que no puedan venir les ha dejado Nacho un regalito. Hermano, no te localizo: hay dos entradas a tu nombre en la puerta. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106403029158242080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106403029158242080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106403029158242080' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106403026992798636</id><published>2003-09-20T05:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:16:06.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hot or Not

Nerve se atreve estos días con lo que pone y lo que no. En un derroche de honestidad -y de fobia al look peluquera de extraradio- encabeza la lista es malhadado lip-liner (en cristiano, perfilador de labios o raya de abajo), tan popular en ciertas producciones californianas y así, hasta 50. Pero creo que hay algún psicópata infiltrado: ¿pues no han tirado a Denise?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106403026992798636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106403026992798636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106403026992798636' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106403023585439319</id><published>2003-09-20T05:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T05:57:15.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doppelgänger. Nico me manda ésto (que no sé que se ha pensado, Nico, con estas cosas) pero hoy me gusta más su último post:

Also Doppleganger. From the German meaning 'double walker', a ghostly double or counterpart of a living person.

The belief that each person has an identical 'twin' somewhere, though they are unrelated, is a very ancient one. Sometimes the Doppelgänger is the direct </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106403023585439319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106403023585439319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106403023585439319' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106402870609876213</id><published>2003-09-20T05:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:05:02.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do not go gentle into that good night.  Y me encuentro en cup of chicha la siguiente entrevista, picoteada a su vez de another magazine:

Amira Casar: Hola Sexy! I have this question we couldn’t talk about on the set of Sylvia. My fear playing Assia was that fiction wouldn’t do justice to a life already so mysterious and washed out of history. Her short, misunderstood, troubled life, and her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106402870609876213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106402870609876213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106402870609876213' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106393621603232189</id><published>2003-09-19T03:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:33:09.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lo peor de todo.  Echando un vistazo a Popular Science encuentro un artículo sobre los 10 peores trabajos de la Ciencia y, para mi sorpresa, están los astronautas. 
Astronauts are subjected to the most arduous of tasks: sitting in high-G centrifuges so that doctors can study motion sickness, deliberately enduring hypothermia for hours on end, wearing rectal probes and central IV lines in all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106393621603232189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106393621603232189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106393621603232189' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106391541095072743</id><published>2003-09-18T22:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T22:04:40.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guilty pleasures.  Cuando tengo un mal día, hay dos cosas que me pirro por hacer: ver comedias de enredo de los años 50 y leer mi horóscopo. Pero no uno, ni dos. Lo que realmente me pone es leerlos todos, en inglés, en francés, en castellano o en armenio y hacer división de opiniones entre los que creen que mi personalidad es turbia pero fascinante y los que dicen que soy una loba con piel de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106391541095072743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106391541095072743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106391541095072743' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106391025113561719</id><published>2003-09-18T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:27:38.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MONO NO AWARE


El término, acuñado por Motoori Norinaga a mediados del XVIII, significa la tristeza de las cosas y tiene que ver con una sensibilidad especial para apreciar la naturaleza verdadera de los objetos que nos rodean -de las palabras, de los sonidos, las estaciones y las estrellas- y asumir la transitoriedad como parte de su belleza. En Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Sadness, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106391025113561719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106391025113561719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106391025113561719' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106390243436543120</id><published>2003-09-18T18:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T18:41:10.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swinging parties.  Es lo que tienen las redes, que todo va demasiado deprisa. Los flashmobs están out: ahora lo que mola es el Dogging.

La cosa: quedas con gente a través de una página web o de mensajes de texto para follar en parkings y parques de la ciudad. Así contado no parece el último grito, que aquí en el Retiro estamos hasta la cofia de verlo; la gracia está en que las comunidades que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106390243436543120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106390243436543120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106390243436543120' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106389887786338773</id><published>2003-09-18T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:46:21.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Censored

Con un top-25 de las mejores historias censuradas de la temporada 2002-2003. Recuerdo un tiempo en que barajábamos la posiblidad de crear una web con los textos publicados en revistas, periódicos y portales, previo ataque de nuestros respectivos redactores jefes. A veces sientes no poder terminar cada artículo con la nota: el abajo firmante no se hace responsable del texto final que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106389887786338773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106389887786338773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106389887786338773' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106389783605833462</id><published>2003-09-18T17:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:58:15.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mata hippies (en las Cies)



gracias Geisha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106389783605833462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106389783605833462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106389783605833462' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106385236882986797</id><published>2003-09-18T04:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T04:40:19.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No hay que fiarse de los amigos que tienen un blog: no tienen moral, conciencia y, sobre todo, no tienen vergüenza. ¡Son capaces de todo! Como se queden a dormir en tu casa te despiertan como si tal cosa a los doce minutos de haberte dormido para saltar sobre el teclado y desafiar al mundo con uno de esos momentos crípticos, misteriosos e insomnes que leerás al día siguiente, presa del pánico. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106385236882986797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106385236882986797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106385236882986797' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106364866260873125</id><published>2003-09-15T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T19:58:25.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chic happens

Conde Nast cuelga sus portadas de las primeras décadas: Vanity Fair, Vogue, Gourmet, House&amp;Garden y Mademoiselle, en cuya redacción se desarrolla parte de una novelita que dará mucho que hablar este invierno (otra vez). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106364866260873125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106364866260873125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106364866260873125' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106363857222940503</id><published>2003-09-15T17:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:02:38.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interioridades

Una pregunta que siempre me atormentó: ¿qué hay en el bolso de las demás bloggers?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106363857222940503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106363857222940503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363857222940503' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106363733618966194</id><published>2003-09-15T16:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T17:11:11.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A man can never be so cruel as a woman.  Consult mythologies, fairy tales, folk legends, and you will find this confirmed. If the aim is to describe a natural force whose mercilessness knows no bounds, this force always assumes the form of a virginal being. Or one is horrified to read of a maiden who callously allows her suitors to lose their lives, as so often happens in the fairy tales of all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106363733618966194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106363733618966194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363733618966194' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106363496915109457</id><published>2003-09-15T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:16:22.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nuevos mitos de la poesía moderna



Recién llegado de la fiesta de arte y cultura digital más importante del año, JL se marca un especial para las páginas de cultura del Mundo. Con una buena dosis de nostalgia y otra de envida malsana, me permito el lujo de aprovechar la versión anotada de Antonio, que tiene links y fotos y así todo queda en casa. Como siempre. 

A cambio JL, un regalito. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106363496915109457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106363496915109457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363496915109457' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106362849371014217</id><published>2003-09-15T14:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T16:27:42.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crónica festiva de los últimos días.  Por primera vez en mucho tiempo tengo uno de esos fines de semana terribles en los que sales a tomar un café y vuelves el domingo, sucia y zarrapastrosa, con la ropa del viernes y un estado mental que ríete tú del alzeimer. Si la memoria no me falla, la Dirty Party fue algo tremendo, cruce entre Requiem for a Dream y y Johnny cogió su tranca (y las de todos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106362849371014217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106362849371014217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106362849371014217' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106362386007273046</id><published>2003-09-15T13:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:19:37.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Videos that really rock

Selección de la semana, según JL: 
Electric Six, Dance Commander 
Peaches, Rock'nRoll
White Stripes, I just dont know what to do with myself o kate moss hecha una cualquiera, dirigida por Sofia Coppola.  

Lo que me recuerda que nunca hubo video de Primal Scream con la supermodel en aquella versión de Nancy Sinatra, Some velvet Morning. Un experimento perverso, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106362386007273046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106362386007273046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106362386007273046' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106362321589640425</id><published>2003-09-15T12:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:22:57.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DON'T

Cariñosamente dedicado. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106362321589640425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106362321589640425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106362321589640425' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106362203404405687</id><published>2003-09-15T12:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:30:12.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿Qué te mereces?


La Universidad de Minesota guarda una bonita colección de American Social Hygiene Posters, de 1910 a 1970.  Y no siempre son tan sutiles. 
via Metafilter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106362203404405687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106362203404405687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106362203404405687' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-10636204523340766</id><published>2003-09-15T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:34:37.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Locos por Atari


via Geisha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/10636204523340766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/10636204523340766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10636204523340766' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106329783714190371</id><published>2003-09-11T18:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T18:32:42.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿Cuántas lesbianas hacen falta para cambiar una bombilla?  Hace un par de días uno de mis mejores amigos me contaba con cierto brillo en los ojos que había ligado con un chico muy guapo en un bar. El se acercó y le dijo: ¿te invito a una copa? y el otro dijo: ¡vale! y hora y media más tarde reptaban juntos hacia el mismo dormitorio. ¡Así! ¡Tal cual lo leen!  ¿Han oído alguna historia parecida que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106329783714190371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106329783714190371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106329783714190371' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106329768569779227</id><published>2003-09-11T18:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T18:28:45.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sirenas guerreras

Jóvenes ambientalistas protestan contra la compra de delfines por parte de México a las Islas Salomón.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106329768569779227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106329768569779227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106329768569779227' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106324880118926781</id><published>2003-09-11T04:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T04:53:33.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The kindness of strangers.   Justo es decir que no conseguí que mi ordenador funcionara (más) y que la vuelta de La Petite Claudine se debe a la generosidad de dos muchachos muy apuestos que de manera completamente desinteresada han dedicado maquinaria y mano de obra a la causa. Dios se lo pague con novia, chalet y fama mundial. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106324880118926781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106324880118926781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324880118926781' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106324797131909544</id><published>2003-09-11T04:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T04:39:31.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La Petite se va de marcha

Fiesta Dirty con motivo del estreno de la obra XXX de La Fura dels Baus inspirada en el Marqués de Sade. Con la participación de algunos de los músicos y artistas que han desarrollado la banda sonora: Xpansul DJ, Leandro Gamez DJ, Dirty Princess, HD Substance DJ. Performances: Sex Shock Value vs Atrovent, Deadfist. Video sex machine: Nikky Schiller/Big Toxic.
Nature,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106324797131909544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106324797131909544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324797131909544' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106324756566487477</id><published>2003-09-11T04:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T04:40:56.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Entrevista inédita a John Perry Barlow.  Hace poco más de un año, nuestro intrépido corresponsal en Harvard agarró un ciego descomunal y asaltó a John Perry Barlow -responsable entre otras gracias de la Declaración de Independencia del Ciberespacio que adorna nuestra columna de enlaces y alma de los Grateful Dead- en la fiesta de su amiga Sara. Hoy, aprovechando la serenidad que da la madurez y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106324756566487477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106324756566487477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324756566487477' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106322911916393652</id><published>2003-09-10T23:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T23:25:36.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's party!

Presentando su nuevo álbum y en exclusiva para España, Chicks On Speed, uno de nuestros grupos favoritos, a los platos. Nos presentarán tambien su nuevo video WE DON´T PLAY GUITARS.
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THE NASTI KREW
Miércoles, 10 de septiembre. 23.00 hrs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106322911916393652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106322911916393652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322911916393652' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106295568350940995</id><published>2003-09-07T19:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T19:47:55.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lamento informarles de que el ordenador de la petite se ha declarado en huelga.   Eso significa que les echaré de menos mientras trato de reanimar el sistema a base de reinstalaciones varias, paciencia infinita, insultos y, probablemente, súplicas que me llevarán un periodo indeterminado entre una noche y varios días. Agradezco de antemano sus consejos, ánimos y condolencias porque mi correo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106295568350940995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106295568350940995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106295568350940995' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106288818862833042</id><published>2003-09-07T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T00:54:14.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The quarterly for men


Con motivo de su 70 aniversario, la revista Esquire se marca un especial con las portadas de todos los años y una pequeña recopilación de los mejores relatos. Especial atención a estas dos portadas: los únicos capítulos conocidos de Answered Prayers se publicaron aquí. Dicen las malas lenguas que la reacción de la société que inspiró al autor fue tan violenta que Capote</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106288818862833042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106288818862833042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106288818862833042' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106272374802649883</id><published>2003-09-05T03:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T04:11:44.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Punk love!  Me dice Jesús que al 85% de las mujeres no les gusta el sexo anal y debo decir, mi querido déspota insensible, que discrepo de todas todas.

Hace tan sólo diez años uno se iba a la calle, principalmente porque podía requerir de una mujer aquello que era incapaz de pedirle a la suya. Se preguntarán de qué se trata: ¿látigos de cuero? ¿Collares de metal? ¿Lluvia dorada y términos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106272374802649883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106272374802649883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106272374802649883' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106269605308413661</id><published>2003-09-04T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:44:12.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wishlist
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106269605308413661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106269605308413661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106269605308413661' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106268038055450692</id><published>2003-09-04T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:27:27.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La liga de los Caballeros Extraordinarios llega mañana a las pantallas españolas. Y he visto las críticas, la ponen a caer de un burro. El trailer ya dejaba claro que el cine de alto rendimiento comercial no soporta las sutilezas; la misteriosa Mina Murray ya no es una mujer con un pasado sino una hambrienta y vengativa chupasangre, Nemo pasa de aventurero seductor a hombrecillo peludo con </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106268038055450692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106268038055450692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106268038055450692' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106267903000871350</id><published>2003-09-04T14:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T14:43:25.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stern ha descubierto que hay una metodología detrás de los nombres de los muebles de Ikea. O... más o menos. 

Camas, armarios y cómodas: localidades noruegas. 
Mesas y sillas de comedor: : localidades finesas.
Para el baño: ríos, lagos y bahías escandinavas. 
Cicinas: términos gramaticales... o no. 
Mesas y sillas de despacho: nombres propios masculinos.
Materiales, cortinas: nombres </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106267903000871350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106267903000871350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106267903000871350' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106263750319774189</id><published>2003-09-04T03:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:49:24.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aquellos maravillosos años

... donde una petite comprando jabón de lavar se veía tal que así. No se pierdan el mundo imaginario de Dan Goodsell. 
thanx Ultimate insult!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106263750319774189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106263750319774189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106263750319774189' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106259158807104184</id><published>2003-09-03T14:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:59:24.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo que sólo fui para ti Paracetamol.  Pues no me había enterado de que los Austrohúngaros habían reeditado ya el Indicios de Carlos Berlanga, un disco por el que he sentido una especial adoración y que regalé -estúpidamente- a la penúltima mujer que desató mis feromonas. Este pequeño -porque se hace corto- homenaje a Jobim -desde la misma, tan preciosa, portada- que demuestra que la bruja de Ana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106259158807104184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106259158807104184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106259158807104184' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106252096237214693</id><published>2003-09-02T18:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T18:45:41.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asombrada, leo en HB:
My friend Caroline is a beautiful, accomplished, intelligent and funny person – with hideous taste in men.  Her particular failing is not, as mine has been in the past, in preferring men who look like losers in a shovel fight – she picks the gorgeous assholes who treat her like dirt.

La verdad, me irrita. Y me suena, sobre todo me suena. ¿Es esto lo que han conseguido </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106252096237214693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106252096237214693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106252096237214693' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106246348577826797</id><published>2003-09-02T02:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:17:47.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adivina quién viene a pinchar esta noche


This is a Nasti night!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106246348577826797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106246348577826797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106246348577826797' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106243956989805792</id><published>2003-09-01T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:45:48.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NYTimes on Jack Kirby
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106243956989805792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106243956989805792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106243956989805792' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106243869318773705</id><published>2003-09-01T19:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:31:32.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El que no se consuela es porque no quiere



Simon Evans, Jack Hanley Gallery. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106243869318773705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106243869318773705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106243869318773705' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106243206511177933</id><published>2003-09-01T18:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T18:02:23.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deliciosas contradicciones, Stephin Merritt

I Don't wanna get over you
I don't want to get over you 
I guess I could take a sleeping pill 
and sleep at will 
and not have to go through 
what I go through 

I guess I should take Prozac, right, 
and just smile all night 
at somebody new 

Somebody not too bright 
but sweet and kind 
who would try to get you off my mind 
I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106243206511177933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106243206511177933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106243206511177933' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106242043278198901</id><published>2003-09-01T14:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:34:25.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lo que tiene que hacer un ratón (para que le hagan caso)

Thanx, IllCom!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106242043278198901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106242043278198901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106242043278198901' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106241911630975674</id><published>2003-09-01T14:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T14:28:15.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De un tiempo a esta parte, mi relación con el séptimo arte empieza a hacer aguas.  Dicen que siempre pasa, que una vez superas la etapa de pasión llega la crisis y te entra como esa manía de que todo va mal. Y mira que me lo han dicho, que no te conviene, que no es bueno… y yo nada, como una perra: en la misma semana Femme Fatale y Terminator. Decididamente, me lo andaba buscando. 

Les voy a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106241911630975674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106241911630975674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106241911630975674' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106234866029278507</id><published>2003-08-31T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T18:51:00.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hall of Technical Documentation Weirdness

thanx Coolio!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106234866029278507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106234866029278507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106234866029278507' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106226650001077150</id><published>2003-08-30T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T03:39:39.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Informe para afectados por la cuarentena.   Pues mi nueva compañera de piso resultó no ser la americana licenciada en hispánicas sino la preciosa alemana diseñadora de moda que, amén de ser una maravilla rubia de ojos azul oscuro y larga melena, es simpática y lista como un ratón. A gato mancha le ha gustado mucho (le ha gustado más su amigo Alex que a mi también me ha gustado, aunque mancha le </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106226650001077150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106226650001077150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106226650001077150' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106219996670237354</id><published>2003-08-30T01:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T01:32:46.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un petite regalo


Thanx J-Walk!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106219996670237354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106219996670237354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219996670237354' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106219887000402892</id><published>2003-08-30T01:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T01:33:40.663+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Efectivamente, lo que es Internet.   Cuando montas tu chiringuito y empiezas a postear, bien con tu nombre real, bien con un adorable seudónimo que proteja tu pequeña intimidad, pronto acabas descubriendo que el mundo que te rodea tiene razón de ser. Porque, hagas lo que hagas, tropiezas siempre con los viejos amigos que un día fueron parte de tu vida por algo. Como el pequeño Jose Luis, el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106219887000402892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106219887000402892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219887000402892' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106219787736833997</id><published>2003-08-30T00:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T01:02:17.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All about Crumb


Hermanito, no te saltes la maravillosa colección internacional de portadas del maestro. 

Thanx Junk!


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106219787736833997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106219787736833997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219787736833997' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145370.post-106219335872615135</id><published>2003-08-29T23:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T00:04:53.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hot or Not.  Igual me ha pasado un poco lo de aquel episodio en el que a Kartman se le atrofia la glándula de la risa, pero no por exceso sino por asfixia: ¿qué coño pintan a estas alturas una Madonna, una Britney y una Cristina Aguilera haciendo el Tatu en la gala de los MTV Awards? 

La industria del entretenimiento es como un vampiro ajado con los colmillos postizos: se han condenado a si </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106219335872615135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145370/posts/default/106219335872615135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetiteclaudine.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219335872615135' title=''/><author><name>petite claudine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942590416790245085</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></entry></feed>
