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Lately I'm seeing a lot of independent films. Of truth, the four drives, not Little Miss Sunshine or Juno. speak of films like The Exploding Girl, The Freebie, Catfish or Tiny Furniture . Movies that a servant, with a sufficient amount of crazy, you can get ahead ... somehow.

When a graduated and began to seek ways of making the quarter forget why, instead of requesting a post on Facebook in London (people, Facebook looks brains), he wants to stay in this city of angels or depending on the day demons. One wants to write. One does not write because I love them, but because you need like food. A movie not write because it is more easy or difficult, but because he loves. The mix of both need and passion, is what makes a Sunday night in the week after graduation, which as we all will know means crisis attack or a mother-ay-what-I-to-do-with-my-life-and-how-I-to-become independent-and-eat-at-once, after staring at a screen for hours ( not always with the Final Draft open, admit it, the Facebook, Netflix or Skype also made their appearance), decide I want to do a movie.

is not a new fantasy. I've been thinking a while, but lately that you choose the work I did everything a little utopian. But yesterday I saw Tiny Furniture, a film that has sounded across the country last month, and he directed, wrote and starred in this girl younger than I, Lena Dunham (ays). Personally the movie I thought he was limping a bit, and I'm still staying with The Exploding Girl, a similar story about a girl who returns home for the summer and do not know what to do with his life. In Search of a Midnight Kiss , until he arrived in Spain, is another example of this film. Das kick in and out of those movies that Netflix overflow. They are all good, of course not, but there are many diamonds in them.

I want to make a movie. With a good script. And $ 3,000 budget (for example). And people who love this as much as I do. That is why we are to do it for love of art. Money and will they are listed ...

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Il giorno di San Valentin ... The Valentine's Day gifts



Valentine's Day is a traditional celebration of Anglo-Saxon countries has been implemented in other countries throughout the twentieth century, mainly on the lovers, boyfriends or husbands express their love and affection each other. Held on February 14, Valentine's birthday. In some countries known as Valentine's Day and others like the Day of Love and Friendship.



Since the nineteenth century in England began the exchange of mass-produced postcards. This practice was added to give other gifts such as roses and chocolates, usually gifts from men to women. In the United States, this celebration also became associated with a platonic greeting of "Happy Valentine's', sent men to their girlfriends.



is common gift of roses between the couple, friends and / or family, so much so that the color of the rose determines the message is meant to convey. For example, the red rose symbolizes love, the white represents peace and also the yellow and blue friendship.



not forget to say I love you ... or you want any day of the month and year

Love is patient and kind;
love does not envy,
the Love is not boastful, not proud;
does not behave rudely, does not seek its own,
not provoked, thinks no evil;
does not delight in evil but rejoices
truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes
, always perseveres.
Love never fails ...

1 Corinthians 13: 4 to 6

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Ah, the humor, that Cosic ...

recently told my mother how, since I do not spend time with my family, I find in me things that remind me of my parents. Of the father figure I have inherited the humor. Grace, a little, he jokes a lot better than I, but the sense of humor we like. Yes, those who know my mother and her innocence, which I also inherited the specimen can imagine coming out to mix that with the parental sense of humor. Yo, I walk through the world telling jokes and then I do not hear half of those who have others.

turns out that the humor is not as well seen lately, and if so, is only a few. Let

Nacho Vigalondo.

Every time I open the Twitter of this man laughed. Size because only someone with a sense of humor can be taken with the calm with which he is taking it all that is mounted around.

What happened, you may ask those who have lived away from the world lately? Well, in full mental fart, jokes Vigalondo decided Twittering undeniable truths that made it take a jet. And one of them was like this: " Now that I have fifty thousand followers and I have taken four wines I can say my message: The Holocausto fue un montaje! "

Una cosa os digo, el tono de pitorreo yo lo pillo, aunque el tweet en sí no me hace una gracia tremenda. Sí que me partí cuando, viendo la avalancha de respuestas que recibió, de gente que se tomaba en serio algo que claramente Vigalondo había dicho en coña, él respondió con un alarde de ingenio que nos dejó a todos sentados de risa:

"Si twitteas una broma a costa del Holocausto perderás un porrón de followers sin sentido del humor. Lo recomiendo como Solución Final."

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"A este paso me van a aplicar la Ley Schindler."

Carallo , vaya if they applied. Besides half fall on online community that had caught, did not bother to try, the pattern of "deny undeniable truths", El Pais newspaper that pisses me off more every day, gave him a kick in the traserillo the entire campaign Vigalondo had assembled for the IPAD and his blog that hosted the website daily. To which Nacho tweeted (accents, right?) " How hard have too sleepy to go live to the death of my old blog ... " Is that also true to the Country ... I offend more interviews Miles lameculos Vigalondo jokes and it removes one of its columns. Vigalondo

case reminds me of Ricky Gervais at the Golden Globes

Look, my friend Sara and I arrived late to watch the ceremony on TV and we missed the first ten minutes. We follow the show laughing all the popcorn and it was not until the end, when, by a miracle of American television, it was decided to repeat the entire program delayed, when I could hear one after another, the taunts that the English burst out Hollywood half. I tell you one thing, I writhed on the floor laughing.

What happened? Uy, uy, which Gervais is hated by the Foreign Press Association, who say they will present more balloons and the years pass, and that half the world laughed at the jokes that, apparently, did not grace only to those involved. Sometimes that happens, hey.

sense of humor is not as well seen as it seems. Yeah, many things are fun, but to some extent. We complain about the United States, where if a film says too many "fucks" the R or degrade NP-17 (R is accompanied children under 17, the second is under 17 do not come and come with the Pope), and we pride ourselves English mood, liberties, we can say "fuck" when more or less we feel like (always with a modicum of respect) and we teach tits and start a movie.

But an internationally renowned film director who neither Tato it distributes films in Spain (and I quote your Twitter " Ask me when my film debut in Spain is like asking the age a lady ") , that says a tontunada grace that can do more or less, BUT THAT IS A JOKE, and the claws of the world fall on him. Sure, public crucifixion because it gives us around.

Well what do you want me to say. Any pro writer knows that comedy is tragedy time. And tell me if the equation does not work for everything that causes laughed.

My friend, let's call it X, German, passing by NYFA, has a sense of humor bombproof (saving me the joke, not to be) and it has engulfed humorous comments at the expense of the Nazis to distribute in throughout the country. I repeat, is German. I mean, that if a descendant of the generation who experienced Nazism is able to laugh when someone accused of being anti-Semitic by the sole fact of being in Berlin, what the hell going to tell us españolitos on something much less hurtful on a much more simple comment like that dared to write Vigalondo few days ago?

The black is black humor about something, but we were not sure who is also humor.

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I'm a little angry with myself. Not much, a little. I went to Priscilla's walk from school and I turned to a thing I wanted to write on the blog. Was to open the page and forget the idea. I think I have early dementia ...

Anyway, there is a much more urgent that started to be part of my head. No, not graduation in five days. Neither the meeting with agents and producers on Thursday of which depends the future of my script. Not that in three weeks is not going to be home, or that I'm still without a car.

I worry about next Monday. Why?, You may ask innocently. Because Monday is Valentine's Day. And if a country (and almost continent) which becomes silly when it's February 14, this is it. Believe me, I've already been twice. If chocolates, if balloons, if appointments, if sets of movies ... This is a lark. Stopped selling Christmas decorations and started with hearts ... all, chocolate, sugar, plush, wool ... I do not want to know the Valentine's version will have the sex-shops (which, incidentally, I have not seen here).

If Valentine is wrong in Estates, if Niuyor wrong, do not tell how it will be in Elei. Because something that distinguishes this city from any other is that, let me tell you, there is no single men. There are none. Single women are a handful, but guys ... I have no idea why, I think in the border begin to match you with people and you all fall into the State on packs. So triumphs

Internet. And so here the link Stooges than anywhere else. Because the female is in despair (which is not the same as being desperate) trying to find a Mr. Darcy has not gone to jail for attempted murder, as a girl I know. Surely there is everything in California, no doubt, but are mentally healthy caught and securely, and the rest, they are the ones we would have to lock them up.

why I'm panicked Valentine. Not that this is a day that I love, in the romantic days and know that I am over 23 April. Nor do I miss someone else that day that the next or previous.

What repatea me greatly is that the traditional parade of people doing everything in pairs, will increase considerably and give me the date in his face. What

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Tucked away in the East Village at the corner of Third and First Avenue, was The Bean . Well, for the sake of humanity, hope remains.

The first time I lived in New York was two minutes of it. It was the corner coffee shop, much like the Central Perk Monica, Rachel & Company. Silke, my roommate and I would close with individual chai lattes at the bar while we dealt with the world. Our Sundays were spent there. We got up, vagueábamos, got off to Bean, Silke going to yoga, I said I was crazy (who I was going to say), I was writing, up to the house, Silke came back, got off to Bean again and clausurábamos local.

New York is my loving thanks to all of its cafes, but especially to the Bean. went before class, after class, before bed, when I wake up ... By The Bean New York and I certainly love you with all my soul to the East Village (even over Williamsburg ... I think ...).

Beans I've been looking all over the world. In Spain, I gave up. Fortunately or unfortunately, it is very difficult to write in English cafes, because few of their own and most frequent in the company and loudly, that's what we are Mediterranean. Madrid has a jug of Starbucks in studying sometimes, yes, but do not have the charm of the New York corner coffee shop, surrounded by windows and banks, with neighbors who, two years later, still watching with dogs with banks in the street to the heat, or heating for the cold snow. Nah, in Madrid that they lack. And no, coffee or Commercial Gijón are not the same. Williamsburg

had several places with personality. The problem was that it resisted the comparison with the Bean and especially with the memories that brought me.

not believe Elei not investigated. A background. Looking for something to be able to walk and, do you want to tell you, that happens in this city is highly unlikely.

the end, thanks to Sarah, met the Aroma Coffee & Tea, in Studio City. If The Bean is inherent in the Big Apple, Aroma is totally Californian. Basically because it is local outdoors. Less than five tables, the rest, some thirty or forty, are terraces. The Aroma provides coffee and tea and cakes in bulk, but also food (rich) and brunch that we enjoy the lazy Sunday Californians. The waiters have more Bean customers (the cafeteria was While tiny, like everything else in the East Village) and frequent among those who have seen medium Glee (forgive me but I do not recognize), Ryan Gosling (Heider saw my friend, unfortunately I do not), Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel ( other than those I saw, they know all asking me if I am famous for the street). Come, pure Hollywood.

not get me wrong, I love the Bean and I think in New York causes a constant homesickness. But I also love the Aroma coffee with all my heart and I am convinced that I like this city because of it. I do not write anywhere as here.

A place is defined by two things: people living in it, and cafes that you can attend with them or alone. Everything else is secondary.

Well, add there the bar, and another day I'm talking about the Tony's. As I spoke of Sean's in Athlone. O Nevada Smith in New York or ...

Until then, I do

again ... PS: if you visit any of the two cities and not going ... Shame should give!

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