Sunday, January 30, 2011

Jon And Kate Plus 8 Hit The Road Paet 1

background noise.

When we speak of forms of relationship, of human groups called tribes, whose nexus between individuals is some kind of affinity displayed also other environmental factors that impact the game of relationships, internal power balances, which are the interaction and location in the environment.

Yes, indeed, in highly inbred, we tend to lose external benchmarks, and therefore to be drawn into the dynamics of the group for the directives given by the person exercising leadership.

In fact, we could say that this type of loss of contact with the reality of the environment could be equivalent to the act of falling in love: in many cases, similar to a psychotic episode of high intensity.

Already in the 60's, Stanley Milgram designed a set of experiments that sought to show that inbreeding pressure environments and extreme authoritarianism, however strong humanistic convictions we had we would be able to commit the most heinous acts.

On the other hand, if we speak from a psychiatric point of view, we could talk about shared psychotic disorder (DSM-IV F20.0), also called "folie a deux", a condition which creates a closed environment where there is a dominant personality, psychotic, which induces transiently closer to their environment the same psychotic behavior, and is capable of reasoning with consistency, even brilliantly, its conception ... the lack of external references does the rest.

In our daily work, so it is important to have interactions with our circle more or less intimate, and who occasionally called our attention.

is also true that in our system of relationship, weighs as much or more nonverbal than verbal, and it usually is also a valid reference point.

The tribes are organized in social networks, the behavior is quite similar to conventional tribes.

But in this case, we have an additional component, peculiar, that we manage: the absence of background noise.

At a meeting of tribal face structure, we have different external stimuli, which probably will not add much, but that may be of sufficient magnitude that we can not focus all our attention.

In an environment of network, communication typically delayed, we can create filters that allow us to isolate background noise.

fact Twitter is typical good morning greetings crowded, sometimes between users without any interaction, for my part I consider spam, and noise is a form of social ... noise can be filtered.

Our brain works normally this residual attention executes tasks of filtering and noise discrimination to reinforce attention to the message that is the focus of attention ... stimuli, the message clearly come to our limbic system.

If the communication is from one to many, but is one to one, for example, chat, audio or video, filtering is even greater ... In fact, we still have a limited view, focusing on someone else, and their views, ideas, desires, get a more clear in our unconscious ... is more difficult to find external benchmarks, and can potentially create inbred situations.

In the absence of noise, Therefore, the affinity can grow exponentially ...

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Anal Escort Kadıköy

a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 7)

Today I woke up at eight, a sign that I'm gutted and it's time to go home. Fifteen minutes
the BBC morning show in bed and got under way. I went down to breakfast at nine and got to fully prepare for the luggage. The time limit output in this hotel is at 10. I left the suitcase and backpack to Candela, who was a receptionist again, and went for a walk in Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park, right next to the hotel. Did he Candela at the desk since yesterday evening when I saw her? Better not ask.
The day was gray and cold. However, hundreds of people strolled through the park with their dogs, exercised, rode horses or walked no apparent destination just like me. A girl ran up skipping. An Afghan hound walking with black fur coat. A beautiful house near the entrance. Who will live in it? No sitting on the grass. Due to snowfall in recent weeks, the grass was mixed with mud. Only a few ladies wearing Wellington boots ventured to tread that mud to play with their dogs. The others we stayed on the trail. A cocker spaniel with muddy feet went running up to me at high speed causing a moment of terror, not because I may be afraid of dogs, but because I had all the earmarks of tirárseme go over and get lost clothing. When I got up changed course and headed toward his master, who controlled the situation with a cry that stopped him short.
Winter Park is beautiful, despite the bare trees and the cold and moisture.
After a long walk back to the hotel I decided to retrieve the temperature of my nose. I sat in the lobby reading the newspaper. A 40-inch Japanese looked at me very seriously while I was trying to make her smile sacándole the tongue, putting cross-eyed and making cuddle. No way. Undaunted. The Japanese are taught from early childhood to keep the forms.
At noon I decided to take the road to the airport. Metro to Victoria station and from there the Gatwick Express train linking London lampshade to the airport in half an hour, without intermediate stops. Once there, another train terminal connecting the south with the north terminal. It reminds me that, on arrival, a English couple with your preteen trying to find the ticket office to pay the ride that train, it's free. They did not speak nothing, absolutely no English. The boy even wondered aloud how to say thanks English. That's when I flipped in color.
Since I could not check before two and a half, I decided to sit to eat to kill time. Over loudspeakers: "The passengers of British Airways flight bound for Bermuda xxxx ... .." No, it was my flight.
The suitcase weighed six and a half kilos more than the leg. I still think it is a mystery. Four books, a shirt and several packets of chocolate does not weigh six and a half kilos.
When passing the security check took off with the passenger who went through just before me. They made me wait but I played. They took the boots and police women felt every inch and then pass a metal detector manual. To avoid interrupting the passage, put it aside and continue the rest. He did not look Chechen widow about to immolate.
After a detailed inspection of the Duty Free shops sat down to read and observe the transit of passengers. I love seeing people with sandals and placed way of Alicante, where time is to go in flip flops. And several small groups of English students. What the hell do a Wednesday afternoon in January in an English airport?
are already on sale of souvenirs of the 2012 Olympics, to be held in London. Pets are two, because the poor have only one eye each. Going together can look at each one for one side. They look really ugly. I do not think passing on to posterity and will make a cartoon series for what will make these two with one eye each in a series?
A four-thirty we were called to board but we lost a lot of time because everybody had hand luggage and not clarified to place orders in the overhead cabinets.
appeared a couple with a newborn baby. I do not think he had much more than a week. It is difficult to know if you have it survive after the father in his arms, completely naked on that cold finger which was terrifying, while the mother was engaged to take all necessary gadgets to deliver the baby and stroller to the hostess at the door of the plane, while interrupting the access of other passengers. Parents. I am writing this piece from the plane and I'm realizing that the child has not said "moo" since we came. That is already stiff, sure. Among the last passengers
four individuals entered Indian-looking, with black turbans and beards thick black also. A shiver ran down my back. Quiet, quiet, these are not those who put bombs.
The flight left fifteen minutes late, at five and twenty-five. As we were late in leaving, we had a hole on the track waiting for takeoff. Raining copiously.
Most of the passage, except for new parents, the child died and I retired British were coming to the Algarve to play golf. The golf is a logical deduction to see out the luggage belt. These bags can not carry inside-in-law to travel cheap.
landed on time but the luggage was made to wait a bit. The tape will start and stop, start and stop. First came out about ten suitcases, and then we were waiting almost twenty minutes for the rest. The new father appeared with the girl next to the body, subject only to the palm of your hand. I knew it was corny girl by wearing ruffled the bubbler at the ankles. A whole maletón huge and the guy bent down to pick it up, bowing to the girl with him. When he grabbed the suitcase handle and made the effort to lift it by reflex force also made with the other hand, almost Crushers to the child. Several passengers were rushed to rescue the baby, or would it be to lynch the father? The mother were nowhere. That girl does not come alive in the Algarve, and it would be the second English quickly.
I waited for my favorite driver at the airport in Faro. We took a Coke and we caught up on news. Along the way it rained. We arrived around eleven and a half.
My home is my home. This is Siberia. The first thing I did upon entering was turning up the heat. I emptied the bag with the jacket because, until the exercise made me warm.
That's it.
The next trip, if nothing done, it will be in May and talk about carpet.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Stool Does Not Smell Undigested Food In Stool

a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 6)

I have no choice but to start today saying how upset I am with the negative attitude of some of my readers. According to Beefeater is a brand of gin and not whiskey, but the first time I hear the word "teetotaler" used as an insult.
On the other hand, I have requested a proof of travel, ie demonstrate that I am locked in my house writing this from my imagination and put pictures of cut and paste taken from the Internet. There he goes. I regret not having found a daily newspaper to hold it while I drew the picture. I hope that is sufficient and does not become to doubt the veracity of my stories.
Today I woke up at eight. I went down to breakfast once a quarter to ten and I set off to the British Museum, which opens at ten. I took the tube to Tottenham Court Road and had to walk about five minutes until the start of the museum. 20 years since my last visit. The content remains the same, but the continent has changed slightly. In 2000 opened the new main hall, a circular room brightly lit by a glass dome.
Almost all civilizations are represented in the British Museum sausages by the English explorers. They are there until one of the dolls of Easter Island.
The most flagrant case is that of Lord Elgin, who came from Greece Acropolis carrying half by the year 1800, when he was ambassador at Constantinople. Then Greece belonged to the Ottoman Empire.
Caryatid I \u200b\u200bwas looking for it, with his five sisters, she bore the weight of the Erechtheion. Five sisters who are in the New Acropolis Museum in Athens with a gap between them waiting around for it. Friezes, metopes, sculptures, architectural pieces and objects form the Greek collection. There is even a whole memorial, big as a house. In a room
dedicated to Asia, a Burmese man with mad face looked closely at the statue of a seated Buddha brought from Burma. It is assumed that these gadgets are sacred. The statue was great to move into a truck. How do you do to get an artifact of the size of a country without provoking a popular uprising? It is as if we invade and try to get the Christ of the Great Power or the Macarena from Seville to a museum abroad. It is God's.
The area of \u200b\u200bthe museum that I like is that of Egyptian mummies. I am not alone. That was the most crowded room full of school, Japanese and other tourists. What are morbid! My
favorite mummy is a pharaoh or a member of the nobility. It's a dead man who got into a hole in the desert, no box or anything. The guy is crouched face down, which seems to be sleeping so happy in his glass case. Is well preserved because the sand absorbing moisture from the body. So it is not eaten by bugs.
After visiting the museum drum step, I took the subway bound for St. Paul. Carefully to see the museum may take two or three years, I reckon. No wonder I stopped along the way what the hell was laughing skeleton photo.
In St. Paul began to put the time ugly, very ugly. Would not visit the cathedral, but crossing Millennium Bridge to the Tate Modern. I told this already last year but I will repeat again that you are fit. The pedestrian bridge is designed as Norman Foster. Shortly after inauguration had to be closed to the public because it was moving a lot. And keep moving, I certify. When you reach the other side of the river between the Tate Modern, a former power station converted into a museum of modern art. I got the snot falling from the cold I went across the river. "
In the turbine hall half the space was dedicated to not know what to call it, whose creator is a very ugly Chinese with little embarrassed to be called Ai Weiwei. In an area of \u200b\u200b1000 m2 is run by the soil hundred million sunflower made porcelain, painted one by one hand for a few Chinese. And they call it art.
On the upper floors of the museum there are things I'm going to refrain from counting and did not want to shoot out of modesty. One room is called "Surrealism and Beyond." The title is well chosen. A filthy blanket roll on the ground, two dead gray pigeons with respective arrows nailed to the wall, I'm afraid some objects represented droppings and a nondescript iron structure were what caught my attention. I left there
satiated so much art, ready to boldly cross the bridge, despite the light rain, wind and cold. And my umbrella in the hotel.
I arrived safely to the subway station and went to Westminster, to monitor the development of preparations for the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton at the Abbey. Upon reaching the door I found with surprise that now charge 16 pounds for the input. Either my memory fails or the other two times I visited was free. As I was not going to pay 16 pounds to see the same movie a third time, I turned around and looked for a place to eat. I will see the Abbey on the inside when you put the wedding on TV and the pictures of Hello. Again
subway towards Leicester Square to go to the bookshop Foyles in Charing Cross Road. Besides the books, the charm of this library is in its cafeteria. It has a tiny stage for live performances. The staff sits on a thick dark wood tables are shared, but not to know who sit by your side. They have free wifi, so it's full of people with their laptops. I had to share a table with a figure of about 30 years, blond, with hair slicked back and Bigotina 20's who kept typing on his MacBook. Like something out of a novel by EM Forster.
After resting there for a while and it was dark legs, I went for a last tour of Harrods and then to Marble Arch a few days I've been watching people get on the subway at the stop in Marble Arch bags with a store called Primark. The bags are paper and people will take to fill up the stands. Deduction: near Marble Arch is a clothing store cheap, very cheap. The name sounded familiar, but could not remember what. Nothing more to the surface I found myself confronted by the store. It is the latter that there is in Oxford Street and yesterday I had to see because it is right after a field where two huge buildings are built. Viewed from the other side, it seems that there is nothing of interest after the work. Why not continue until the end of the street.
I went and found the paradise of the working classes. 2 pounds shirts, socks to 1 pound t to 3 pounds to 8 pounds jerseys. The quality, of course, leaves much to be desired, but the designs are not all bad. It's a relief to see that these people do not have to go naked. No, I did not buy anything.
I have witnessed in recent days the British have greatly improved the way they dress. Years ago had a depraved taste for clothes. Now wear much better. What I do not quite like are the shoes of the man who put the costumes for young workers. Son of shoelaces, classic but with the toe pointed. Today I saw someone who was like a Japanese woman with bound feet because the toe was so sharp that he could not flex the foot while walking.
bought dinner at Mark & Spencer and returned to the hotel. Today I have beaten to death.
I had a moment of panic at not working internet connection. I went down to reception to talk with Candela, which for the name and you can imagine where it is. Reset the modem and everything returned to normal.
In short I'm going to bed.
Goodnight.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Red Skin Spot On Breast

a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 5)

Yesterday, before turning off the light to sleep, I opened the drawer of the bedside table, out of curiosity. You never know what is going to find in a drawer unknown. There was a Bible. On the other hotel there was no Bible in the drawer. Not that I go to sit and read, but it does have some security a Bible in the drawer.

woke about seven-thirty, but I stayed until eight watching TV. The BBC's morning show is very entertaining. I went down to breakfast. I refrained from eating hot dogs, beans with tomatoes or mushrooms. I focused on softer things not to tempt the devil. This time my stomach is acting like a champion. Cherry Coke is creating a protective layer on the stomach lining that prevents any discomfort.

At half past nine I took the subway towards Oxford Street. From that hour is cheaper. I can say that I went into each and every one of the shops on the street, except Zara, Stradivarius and Massimo Dutti. Also, I can confirm that the sales, leaving only the poster of four unusable or too expensive cloths and the two things I bought, which are by no means useless and were inexpensive.

met a clerk of Cordoba. Take one and a half living here and says it is unable to control the English, that "x" the "s" will be impossible to pronounce. He had a very strong accent, the kind of "sai" instead of "six."

After visiting the street up and down both sidewalks, I sat in a pub to eat a delicious tomato basil soup and a piece of apple pie with custard.

The ladies room was occupied, literally occupied by a large black lady who apparently was responsible for the cleaning. We had to make a superhuman effort to avoid physical contact with her.

After these restorative food, I went into Regent Street, where the first thing I did was go into the Apple Store to play with the iPad. I do not need an iPad iPad not need a I do not need an IPAD, do not need a iPad iPad not need a I do not need an iPad. Were giving a course of treatment program management photo Aperture 3. I sat for a while and learned a few things I did not know. I do not need an iPad iPad not need a I do not need an IPAD, do not need a iPad iPad not need a I do not need an iPad. I tried headphones 300 pounds that proved its value in spades. IPod was plugged into a pear. I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad.

Then I went to Liberty, a Tudor-style building that contains the store famous for its floral fabrics. They sell many things, but his paintings of flowers are the brand of the house. There were hundreds of rolls of fabric with different designs. elevator, lined with carved wood, it must be like a box of dead faces. At least that is the feeling I had.

I went into the store to find one of the orders I have made for this trip. It clear that I do not care at all to find what you're asking me is that you ask some very strange things. Among the best, so far, an edition of "The Prince" in Gaelic, which I bought in Ireland last year, and I had to buy Liberty: a shower cap decorated with a floral prints of the shop. I also had to go into HMV (his master's voice) to find an album, "Music for the Duke of Lerma." The head of the classical music section looked at me freaked when hearing the title. I searched the computer and there, but has been discontinued. Sorry, Ana I were you dropped me on the Internet. There may be a crime if you tried to buy it and no way.

Today I learned a new word in English. I went into a shoe store. When I wanted to try on a shoe, I ordered a ... ... a .... A ... .. How do you say shoe in English? Shoehorn.

I was in Hamley's, the toy several stories where you get a man with top hat, an individual dressed in Alice in Wonderland or something, and a giant yellow wig brandishing two guns firing plastic bubbles. When you exit the escalator on the second floor, a magician pulled out from behind my ear a red ball. A clown tried to tease a little girl. A clerk was a remote controlled car shows spectacular. In the penultimate floor, the section of Harry Potter. A glass case containing the broom. Another display case containing the wands of all the characters in the books. All complete with a sheet labeled with the name of the owner. A replica of Dobby the watched carefully.

At Piccadilly Circus I took the subway to Victoria to find a store that did not sell what you were looking for, so I decided to return to the hotel to rest a while. After eating the temperature fell sharply. On leaving Lancaster Gate underground street was wet. It had rained.

At half past seven turned out. I took the subway bound for the Tower of London. At 21:25 hrs was cited at the west gate to witness the Ceremony of the Keys. If you arrive a minute late and do not let you go. I was in time to see exactly where it went. My intention was to take a look, find a place for dinner and return at the appointed time.

On the subway I observed the public. Funny how the subway. See people of all countries of the world and different colors. On the subway people do everything. Many are read, eat or dine while others go back and forth. Sounds like a mess, with the shit that is caught in the subway. Some people go to something super exciting playing on your iPhone. The excitement makes them tap the screen in such a way that will break any day. There are those who sell paintings. Some people will sleep, who will praying, who laughs alone. Yesterday there was one that even said aloud: "Bloody Tourists" (Damn tourists!) And won the glare of a dozen tourists, myself included.

We were at the Ceremony of the Keys. I got about eight and a quarter and then found the right place. I asked the police guarding the gate to be sure. controlled the situation, I started looking for a place to dine. Impossible mission. All fast food places were closed and bolted, bypassing the time of the tumult of tourists. Choosing a restaurant in nearby St. Katherine's Docks would have meant late for the ceremony. Sit still would have ended with my death by freezing. I decided to walk. I walked up to Tower Bridge. Just before reaching the middle of the bridge you can stop to observe the hearing. Docked within walking distance was the HMS Belfast battleship World War 2. On the left, the glass building of the Government of London. After a while there, taking a cold death, I went to the Tower of London to expect them to be the 21:25 hours exactly. I sat on a concrete block that serves bank or ice cube, depending on time of year. They arrived the other 14 people invited to the ceremony. Entries are requested by mail for months de antelación. Te las envían con tu nombre impreso. Tengo que agradecer a María Dixon que se encargara de conseguírmela.

Llegada la hora exacta, uno de los guardianes de la Torre, que se llaman Beefeaters

como el whisky, aunque es el whisky el que se llama como los Beefeaters, vino a buscarnos a la reja llamándonos uno a uno por el nombre. El tío, muy serio, nos fue llevando por el interior de la Torre explicándonos detalles de la misma. Poco a poco su seriedad se convirtió en buen humor y acabamos riéndonos con él.

The ceremony is to close the doors of the Tower just as it has done over the last 700 years, without missing a day. Involving two Beefeaters and a group of soldiers from those that carry high cap of black hair. It turns out that hair bonnet are not merely decorative tin soldiers. Tonight's just returned from Afghanistan. As soon as the ceremony ended, they dress in camouflage and Tower patrol with machine guns. One of them, hearing the Beefeaters reach, which makes noise when stepping on the cobblestone floor as though they tap shoes, draws his gun and establishing a dialogue between him and a Beefeater:

- "Who's there?"

- "Keys"

- "What keys?"

- "The keys to the Reina Isabel "

-" That pass the keys to the Queen Elizabeth. All is well. "

climb a ladder from the top of the same soldier plays the trumpet. Exactly at that time begin to sound the ten bells in the clock tower. The trumpeter was of being so numb with cold as us because they came out very refined melody. There the story ended. The Beefeater accompanied us to the exit door telling stories of life in the Tower. Beefeaters thirties living there with their families. From twelve o'clock is strictly forbidden to enter or exit. Means that the teenage son of Beefeater has a very limited social life.

At ten o'clock and ten were out of there. On the subway was going into heat after being outdoors for two degrees of temperature for over an hour. Luckily I came to take my hat Andean protect the ears. But it was worth enduring the cold to witness something so unique.

The junk shop there at the subway exit I solved the problem of dinner.

of pneumonia, however, no one saves me.

Goodnight.










Sunday, January 23, 2011

Can Babies Get Ringworm From Indoor Cats

a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 4)

Although woke up early, I stayed in bed until almost nine o'clock. I went to breakfast at half past nine. I found a site where they served hot bagels, which are like donuts but bread. I ate a roast beef with melted cheese and accompanied by a strawberry shake. How much crap I'm doing with the food!
I left the room and waited in the hall to Mary Dixon, president of WISTA UK. Mary has gotten me a ticket to attend tomorrow's ceremony of the keys in the Tower of London. On Friday, he forgot, so today, very kindly came to bring it to me and say goodbye. Tomorrow I'll tell you what it is.
I took a walk, picked up the suitcase and I went to Lancaster Gate underground, where the hotel in which I will be staying on my own the last days of my stay here. It's in the north of Hyde Park. The buildings are all white, those with a small entrance porch supported by two columns. The Lancaster Gate underground station is two minutes away. The hotel is newly renovated, so everything is new. Find a budget hotel in London is very difficult. You can find a filthy hovel. Upon arrival I checked but could not occupy the room were not yet available. I left them and returned the suitcase he had come. I took the metro again and went to Covent Garden, where weekends There is lots of fun, with street performers and stalls. After leaving the subway I found the temple of wisdom, the newly opened Apple Store. Three floors full of iMacs, iPods, iPhones, iPads, MacBooks. There are dozens of employees in blue shirt you have the wonders of these gizmos, and almost the same number of security personnel guarding anyone taking the items arranged in the many tables for the public to try. The security staff is composed of two-door cabinets black with black shirt and white earpiece in his ear. After playing around with the iPad (Snif!) And test the new Office 2011 for Mac, I went looking a place to eat. I found an Italian café and there for a while I settled into a comfy chair.
Today we enjoyed almost tropical temperatures: 8 ° C. The sky has been covered, but it has not rained. I have not opened the umbrella. It rained at night, but it caught me sleeping.
I went into a few shops and, without having won at all, had to flee in the direction of Knightsbridge. Destination: Harrods. Harrods cuts are famous. They come out every year on the news. There is a lady who always goes first and gets all the quotes. Today was the last day. We continually announced over the loudspeaker. Obviously, there was nothing to buy. Not that there basurilla as you can find elsewhere. Is that a blue cashmere coat precious divine death, costing 370 pounds, and its original price 799. That, for the common people, not sales, are eager to lie to mourn. Tired of living a melodramatic situation, I went to the plant where they are toys, my favorite. Along the way I passed through the area for pets.
I had to take a picture because I knew with certainty that ye would not believe me what I am going to count. In addition to selling wool coat dog clothes, dresses, with tutu and pearl necklace incorporated. Also had little beds, with pillow and sheets, and toys, hundreds of dog toys.
Finally toys. A soldier of the Empire, Star Wars Lego pieces made to size shared space with a doorman at Harrods also made of Lego.
I was in the book section, where you can buy without fear of paying more than necessary, because prices are set by the publisher. In addition, there was a range of 3x2, which I had no objection to exploit. Had purchased 30 instead of 3, if there is enough space in the suitcase. There was no Arab
millionaires buying and other times I've seen. Probably prefer not to mingle with the masses on Sundays. However, in a side door Maybach was parked a two-tone brown, with a driver inside.
Who has money to buy a Maybach if not an Arab petrodollars?
I left Harrods and was looking in shop windows around. It was night. The storefront was illuminated by hundreds of light bulbs.

absolutely shattered, I went into Marks & Spencer to buy dinner knowing full well that, once on site, would be unable to put my shoes back for dinner.
I reached the hotel after riding the subway like a stuffed sausage. How can there be so many people everywhere!
I got into the shower immediately after blow my nose to get me off the filth of the subway because the snot was gray. Sorry to go into details, but is it considered necessary to give more drama to the story.
taps this hotel are well understood.
Except for the absence of bar furniture, this hotel has little to envy in terms of other amenities. In addition, the towels were another rental, which put him on a label that had stuck in a corner. Toilet paper is of excellent quality.
I went in the hotel bar to order some ice cubes to take my cherry Coke. The last bar is a pimp. It seems the library of an English manor, with dark paneled walls, lots of books and armchairs. They gave me a whole bucket. I did not spend much time there because a lady never comes alone in the hotel bar, for obvious reasons.
I'm going to bed early to recover their strength. Tomorrow I spend the whole day on the street.
Goodnight.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Where To Buy Goggles Toronto

a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 3)

woke again at six and finally seven. I fixed it and turned on the TV. In the bottom of the BBC news appeared when: 06:20 am. Damn! Last night I changed my watch and was with the English time. I could have slept another hour. Well, what is going to do. I was reading until eight o'clock, when we left the hotel walking towards Piccadilly. Wet day but a little warmer, but only slightly.
As much as I look I find no thermometers in the street. Surely not install them not to alarm the population.
We arrived at the Patisserie Valerie and I went to put away two poached eggs with four toast washed down with a cup of chocolate. I got a heat inside that lasted until three in the afternoon.
began the meeting at nine-fifteen and not stop until finished. Not even ate. By midmorning I took courage and I ate a waffle slab, without apparent side effects at the moment. These foreign non- have heart. They do not realize that a English can not skip the noon meal as well.
Opposite House is the Egyptian Old Bond Street, in the corner is De Beers jewelry. On the street, Yves Saint Laurent, Cartier, Tiffany, Prada, Chanel, all those stores where I used to buy a newspaper, you know. I did not spend the corner. Too busy with other things.
After the meeting, we split into two groups. I went to Singapore and Denmark Wistar living in Sweden and was born in Persia. We were first to Fortnum and Mason tea buying. I want to clarify that it was they who bought tea. Mom, I have not bought tea. I do not know there could be thirty types of tea, or forty, God knows. In my tea as it gives me a little sideways, so I got bored as an oyster that time. I had to entertain myself watching the sugar cubes and heart-shaped chocolate lollipops to 4.75 pounds per unit. Then we went to a bookstore, a shirt and a church flea market. The British love ride films in churches. When there is a concert that will serve tea and scones that you can eat sitting on the benches, organized a raffle or a bazaar. The question is to be entertained. Singapore
The leave of us soon. Has the return flight this evening because tomorrow the evening is to attend a wedding. With the schedule change, will come just to change clothes and run off to the ceremony. Must want much to the couple. No other explanation.
Just before we say goodbye gawk while looking at an Audi R8 in stainless steel. As is, bright and shiny. Thug at the wheel, of course.
The Persian and I went walking to the hotel. The hordes of workers have been replaced by weekend tourists. Westminster Bridge, despite the cold, was up to the bars of people. Most camera in hand taking pictures of Big Ben and interrupting the passage of pedestrians.
A tourist in shorts and sandals. Surely you tonight have to amputate a few toes left.
arrived to the hotel and we parted. I was in the room a little rest and I called our president to stay for dinner at seven. Was five and a quarter. Unable to hold out until that time without dying of starvation. Here you can easily find death. If there is one thing for another. I went out to find one of these havens of junk food. I found one right away. There are hundreds. A long, narrow shop. A hall dedicated to potato chips, another hall devoted to chocolate. In the background, a fridge with all sorts of refreshments, of all colors and flavors. A basket of bananas in Spain will give 'in the market pure shame. Unpresentable. I chose a cherry Coke and a box of Pringles. I paid and went back to the hotel swift and fast.
I forgot to mention that, on leaving, I met in the elevator with a mother and a preteen daughter. Looking down saw that farming was not wearing shoes. He was in his socks, a white sock and one not so white. Here many people go barefoot at home because they have carpeted floors, so I was quite bizarre. The shoe manufacturers have it raw. Halfway the mother noticed and yelled, "Lydia!". The so Lydia was unfazed. He shrugged and left the elevator bound for one of our restaurants, to dinner with his white sock and not as white sock.
devoured the potatoes with a real desire and I lay in bed and rest awhile. In the TV program such as a television camera follows a police patrol at night. People are very, very last.
At seven I went down to dinner with our president and Persian. We take lightly and we talked until ten. The Persian told us that Sweden is going to buy from a supermarket where there are no dependents. Grab a scanner, the scanner passes all items that goes into the basket, get to the box, past the scanner, she introduces the sink ta credit, puts the shopping bag and leaves. I told you that is unthinkable in Spain.
we would be buying his face. Although I have seen one, two guard on the door trying to control the Mangoneo.
We said goodbye in the elevator, we share with two youngsters coming up in your bathrobe. One of them without shoes, with ankle socks for dolls. They came from the spa. I send photo
London Eye seen from here.
Goodnight.

Not To Sweet Margarita

Tekuidamos: an example of how to do things.

By Miguel Angel Máñez , contacted me Olga Navarro, the promoter of Tekuidamos , a networking initiative which advocates a community of practice open to clinical and non-clinical, to speak on mHealth, telemedicine ...

I agreed, and on Tuesday January 18 attended one of its ... regardless of technical problems (the magic of live), was for me the closest thing to a jam session : no a pre-established, I emptied my mind, I closed my eyes, I visualized my talisman ... and started talking.

I had fun ... could not be otherwise ... was surrounded by some friends, some very, very close to me.

enjoyed.

The result here.

will answer outstanding questions in the post 301 ... this is the 299. :-)

PD By the way, Olga birthday today, namely 20 years and a few months ... Congratulations!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Accompaniments To Salmon

a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 2)

woke at five, woke up at quarter to six, woke up at seven and I got tired of waking up. A quarter past eight I met in the lobby of the hotel with Kathy, a member of American WISTA executive committee. We decided to walk to the place where today and tomorrow in meetings. It was a beautiful day, with a cool refreshing, so refreshing that when crossing Westminster Bridge thighs began to itch. I think they are the first symptoms that you feel when you're going to freeze to death.
Houses of Parliament and Big Ben were lit by the sun, producing reflections on all the windows and gilded clock tower. Beautiful. It took half an hour to get to Piccadilly, up Whitehall, Pall Mall and Regent Street. We prefer not to go through St. James Park for fear of getting lost in any of the trails. The Victorian-style building where we meet Egyptian called House. We have provided the headquarters of the Arab Academy for Science and Technology. The entire floor is carpeted and the walls covered with wood, even the elevator. Before entering realized a good breakfast at Patisserie Valerie, a few yards away. I brushed two to three toast poached eggs and a cup of chocolate. After the walk was willing to eat a cow. Somewhere along the way I lost my ears from freezing. Regrow quickly after the cup of chocolate.
At half past nine began the meeting. Of the seven executive committee members we could only come five: I (the donkey in front), one American, one of Singapore Denmark WISTA one who lives in Sweden but was born in Persia, and our president who is Greek. We welcomed the UK WISTA president, Mary Dixon. We were together all morning, until one and a half.

For the front window had seen that blue sky that rarely can be enjoyed here in winter. I wanted to run out and throw me in a park. He soon thought better of thinking about the Siberian cold, so I continued to sit with a poker face, as if all that was talking was as important to the whole world. Secretary of WISTA
UK joined us for lunch. We were in a very nice restaurant called Fish Works. And we eat fish, of course. I felt sorry for asking for what you ask in Spain, so I threw the fish and chips (battered fish and chips). I hit squarely. The cod was delicious and very fresh. The ration was so huge that I could not eat anything else. We returned to the Egyptian
House. We spent the afternoon together. Having eaten so much was a bit soporific.
The plate of cookies that spent the day in the middle of the table had been upset since early. Specifically a cookie shaped English cemetery headstone.
Who can happen and design a cookie? To leave at five there was the cookie. Tomorrow, if I throw enough courage, I eat. Deputy
picture taken today during the meeting.
Three of us have to walk briskly. It was already dark and cold was terrifying. Like yesterday, many people in the street coming home after the workday. We walked down St. James Street, full of posh gourmet shops. Hat shops, cigars, wines, hand-made shoes.
arrived to the hotel in half an hour and we met for dinner at eight.
I went to the room, I wrote a while and I looked out the window ... .. no, no window. I went to the glass wall, I peered into the glass, I looked ... ... whatever. In the street, right, is an office building made of glass, with steel beams. It's like watching 13 Rue of Barnacle but without the culvert at the door or the grocery store bass. All lights are on and looks great inside. Being Friday and a quarter to seven, and there was not a soul inside. Yesterday there were people working themselves. I do not understand why leaving the lights on.
turned on the TV. They were putting "Coronation Street", this series takes on screen since 1960 and you can miss a whole year and not lose the thread of the plot.
At eight we met four and went to dinner at an Italian hotel within walking distance. Siberia is the tropics compared to this. We ate quite well and we talked until ten-fifteen. My Coca Cola came served in a glass of Coca Cola that I have in my collection. I did not dare handle. Here do not go around with nonsense. The member WISTA
Denmark who lives in Sweden but was born in Persia was telling us that live next to a forest. In winter, when heavy snow, the deer have nothing to eat, so she and her husband left their food in the kitchen window. Every morning more animals come to dinner. I love bananas.
We returned in haste to the hotel. I'm going to bed now because I'm dead body and must be up early tomorrow.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Sources For Cydia 2010 Pokemon

a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 1) Guinea Pig

Six and thirty-five minutes in the morning. The alarm clock and wake up as if they were not six thirty-five. I'm going to London to spend a few days. Tomorrow and celebrates the winter meeting of the Executive Committee WISTA. At seven I'm closing the case. Fill the case becomes a stressful task that I can not dominate at all, despite the years. We must try to bring as little as possible to avoid becoming overweight around. Must no longer basic necessities such as sunglasses or the anti-cellulite gel. Lo sunglasses is terrible. They come in a huge coffin-like cases there is no way to fit in any bag of medium size. Whenever I browse the Hello I wonder how they do the famous. I'm sure you have a valet oriental sandals walking two or three paces of them with a saddlebag full of junk. Never appear in the photos of the magazines because they are unattractive.
My parents volunteered to take me to the airport of Faro, where Easy Jet flight leaving at a good price. Cruising speed: 96 km / hour. On a downhill stretch reached a whopping 102 Km / hour, when they dug my nails into the seat thinking, "My God, we kill!
We arrived safely at the airport without incident noteworthy. Bill and I agreed to the passenger area. The suitcase weighed 8 kgs. I beat my record. That means I can buy like a madwoman in the London sales.
What my suitcase is a mystery as mysterious as the Virgin of Fatima. I leave home with little weight, do not buy almost anything and turn the bag is busting and touching the weight limit.
147 British passengers, a young Portuguese couple, thirty bags of golf clubs and I composed the passage. The British passed the security check right behind me wearing a iPad said above when we asked if we had computer. "Bastard, I thought. I started because to swear in English, to practice.
Easy Jet, despite being a low-cost airline does not offer as many emotions as Ryanair. Even the garbage bag to go to collect our waste is no supermarket, but orange as the color of the airline.
The flight was scheduled for 10:05 hrs. At 10:04 hrs we were running around the track. Was it that the majority of Britons on board influenced the Punctuality or, perhaps, to control the lighthouse tower is not controlled by the English out of control?
landed at Gatwick with almost twenty minutes early. When leaving the unit, through a gap between the aircraft and the air went cold finger. 5 degrees Celsius, according to the pilot informed us, to the horror of British teenagers who were traveling behind me. The case, thanks.
took the Gatwick Express train bound for Victoria Station. In half an hour arrived and took the metro. I went to the surface at Waterloo station. I walked a few yards and got to the hotel. Yesterday at lunchtime I received a call from here. I made the reservation online and in the "requests" I asked, if possible, a room overlooking the Thames. I called to say he could give me that option, but at 80 pounds per night. "No, thank you very much, it is not necessary. I can take a picture when you arrive and make wallpaper, me cheaper. "
shelter from the cold, just behind the glass of the hotel, there were five gentlemen dressed in black coats and bowler hats. One came swift and fast to hold my bag as soon as I saw appear in the corner. Were the buttons. My suitcase was lost to view and magically appeared in my room after a while. Floor 9. The back wall there. Is glass. And the view is seen in the photos.


The London Eye, the giant Ferris wheel built to commemorate the millennium, from the front. On the left, the Houses of Parliament with Big Ben, which I cover a piece the former Greater London Council, which is what prevents me from the view of the Thames. Luggage
ripped it, I connected to internet to verify it worked correctly and then went for a walk very warm. To cross Westminster Bridge on the river ran a Siberian wind that cut the skin. In the middle of the bridge, a Scottish piper, lack Scottish bagpipe playing. I hope you will take shorts ... ... .... for good.
They played four in the afternoon at Big Ben when I started up the avenue Whitehall. Towards the middle, left, Downing Street, home to the premier. It occurred to me that I have been there as Tenants first lady was so dry, then Tony Blair, then to the hairs in the nose, and now that boy so cute. Just above
was finishing the changing of the guard of the queen on horseback. Not that the queen was riding. Are those of the guard going on horseback. Due to the cold wearing a huge blue coats with red trim. Very elegant. One of them was black. This is the first time I see a black member of the guard on horseback.
Arriving at Trafalgar Square I went into Waterstone's bookstore, where he had a very pleasant temperature. I thumbed through books but did not buy any. I leave the shop for another day. Strand I kept walking and I looked for the MacDonalds nearest dinner. Yes, I had dinner at five o'clock. I was hungry I ate rocks. Today I only had a sandwich on the plane. I remembered that Charing Cross area was one where the son of some friends of my parents worked years ago when he came to perfect the language. There was MacDonalds. I ate a double cheeseburger, which is not served in Spain, for mysterious reasons. The tomato did not you get it in packets. There is a huge dispenser tomato in the center of the restaurant and go there with a cardboard cup filled with the amount you need. I sat at a table across from the bathrooms. I amused myself watching the people go. The funny thing is that leaving people who had seen her enter. Strange looking people. A black lady with hemp sandals wedge open in front. There, yes sir. A five degrees with the foot in the air. Different types of homeless people who use McDonald's as a public bath.
When going out it was dark. Five-fifteen in the afternoon. Well, quarter past five p.m.. Fucking cold. Lots of people on the street. Workers returning home in a hurry. You have to go with the eye at the time so you do not run over.
I retraced my steps to the hotel. I went on the road in two souvenir shops for the latest news and keep warm. As expected, objects are those devoted Star the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton. Spoons, cups, plates, postcards, thimbles, etc.
also entered a Spar to buy two objects of worship there is no way to find in Spain: a can of Cherry Coke and a candy bar WISPA. The'm tasting as I write.



The piper was playing bagpipes on Westminster Bridge. A fool tried Trileros two Orthodox Jews, those with curls in front of the ears and hat black. Bitter cold on the bridge. I stepped in a hurry and arrived at the hotel in minutes. Once in the room, I prepared a hot bath with some salts kind gift to the guests along with the plastic shower cap and soap. I went into heat right away and wanted to take a shower before you dry off. There are overhead shower and shower head. Fifteen minutes of searching the switch, lever, button or similar that will operate the damn shower. Fifteen minutes remembering that Elvira Lindo article telling a similar experience in a Japanese hotel, which made me laugh then and it almost makes me mourn today. Finally, without thinking, I turned on the tap in the opposite direction as if it were to close but stronger. And he began to leave the cold water from the shower head. Their dead. Following the same logic, followed by operating the tap in the same direction, and began to leave the water for the shower head. It will be a Japanese invention.
already dry and dressed again I had to wait to turn on / load the computer because I have only a plug adapter and was using it to charge the phone. Here are three pin plugs.
I was watching TV a little hobby I do not practice in my normal life. BBC1 was emitting a variety show. Among other things I learned this afternoon stabbed a teenager in north London. I note not to visit North London. Then came an individual who collects milk bottles. The program ended with the presenters devouring a cake of vanilla and chocolate. Now I have put the radio to concentrate on what I write.
ten o'clock at night in Spain and nine here. I think I'm going to bed now. Tomorrow I expect a long day.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Diprosalic Pommade Used

Ashes.

These days it has launched the campaign "My life without you " a collaborative proposal for the Internet, encouraged by health care professionals to offer smoking cessation advice.

in different areas of the healthcare blogosphere have echoed the campaign, more or less following a common discourse, for example in the case of Maria Garcia-Puente , Montse Carrasco or with some variations as María José Alonso ... there were many more, no doubt, I have chosen these three examples as being the closest.

In my case, I can not the snuff ... for years and professional issues have been in smoking environments bitter and believe me when I say that I was very funny.

But in this post I'm not going to talk about my personal experiences with the snuff ... I am going to speak from a professional standpoint.

The snuff is not only bad for your health ... also for the electronic equipment .

Ash is a good conductor of electricity, and as such, so we can see in the ashtray as having a microscopic size and is contained within the smoke, pose a serious threat to electronic devices.

One of the metrics with which measures the reliability of electronic equipment is MTBF (Mean Time Between Failures), and there is evidence of the drastic reduction of time between failures when this equipment is operated in a smoky environment.

Thus, writing in the notebook with a cigarette or talk on the phone while exhaling smoke through his nose and mouth makes the duration of these devices is less.

Message: Smoking is bad. Let.

may not want to do it for you , even not give in to pressure from your partner or your children, even to be cold on the sidewalk to take a cut for not giving up "the pleasure " ... then do your expensive gadgets they always have and you use most your package snuff.

Do it for your iPhone, your Mac or Vaio ... They will thank you!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Kingdom Hearts 365/2 Rom With Patch



are falling I have boogers, I just brush my teeth and did not feel the bristles (sorry) to grazed my palate, I drool on the left side of the mouth. All this is a consequence of having become a laboratory guinea pig, guinea pig in the hands of two thugs, an otolaryngologist and an allergist.

all started four and half months ago, when I decided to take matters into lead after a while gasping for air. As I am more donkey to a plow, leaving what was left until the situation became untenable. Not that I'm drowning, but almost.

I took the list of doctors and sought an audiologist. I found one with two names that are familiar to me. Had to be the brother of two sisters of mine from college. A Serious and formal insurance, because I remember going with eight years of the hands of their parents to school functions and holding our school stoically. Then I played the mandolin, but that's another story.

Upon arrival at the consultation recognized him immediately. It was he, no doubt. Twice as high but with the same face. He treated me with great formality, calling you, then get a pair of pliers in the nose and open up holes all he could to look inside. He prescribed a few medications and sent me for blood tests if it was an allergy. In case of a positive result would need to go to an allergist.

It was. Asked an allergist appointment the first day made me roll up both arms, I painted blue streaks with a pen, I made a Cortecito next to each line, different drops dropped on each wound and sent me to the waiting room that guise. "If it stings, do not scratch. Within 20 minutes 'll get you. "And so I sat in the waiting room, before the startled eyes of patients who had never seen an allergy test. What if itching? Five minutes later that began to bite their dead, and I blew for relief, hoping to scratch the arms to get rid of that torture. When he came to fetch me, almost clawed her face.

"You're allergic to grass and olive trees. Going to take these medications and return within 20 days. " Fortunately I do not live in Jaén and I have a mill.

The 20 days became 35 because of various reasons. The drugs I had taken effect. What I loved was the bottle of sea water that I had to spray in the nose just up in the morning. Yes there that I fell of snots, but we will not go into details.

decided Dr. or send me to a radiologist for X-rays of breasts. No, not breast you're thinking. Is that the two sides of the nose also have breasts. Another moment of torture. Put me against a wall, I did lift her head, open your mouth as possible and support the head against that wall, as if I were to eat. I love to hang here radiography, but I do not know how. It is hilarious. I posted this I found on the Internet. Is similar but with my face.

After a few days I went to the allergist with my hilarious radiography. I have a cyst behind the nose. Mucus cyst. Mocos "petrified? I did a report and referred me to hold back from school functions stoic, whose I just returned query. Upon arrival I began to write this story, hot, so it does not escape me any details. The guy sat in a torture chamber, I threw a few drops in the nose, droplets left and I ran down her face. Were anesthetic drops. So I have the dumb lip. When my nose was considered enough sleep, took out of nowhere a contraption that looked like a whip and a meter long, with a little light at the end. My God! I was going to get through the nose. It was a camera. "If you introduce me whole, I will come out through the anus (sorry), I thought. I closed my eyes to that. It gives me creeps thinking. I started to notice that thing inside my nose. First through a hole and then the other. I almost kick him in the crotch when I really hurt. Finally ended that. "I will send to do a CAT scan to see what we have." So torture continues. Will finish in the operating room, time to time.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Kates Playground Folla

Reflections on a can of peas.

In trancurso of the twitterview Medical Journal, among other gems, I said the health sector requires a conversion ...

What I mean by this?

Look at the diagram on the organization of a hospital ... that ye ... mind you.

In all cases we see a diagram that reminds us powerfully to a pyramid.

the past 60 years, these diagrams have been more or less branches of the same class.

Hospitals, therefore, are not designed with the patient in mind or with the clinician in mind ... are designed with the operator in mind.

decisions ranging from top to bottom (top-down ), with little or no opposition, there is little interaction side or diagonal, and facilities "of the force of gravity" of management in difficulties become decision if the road is from the bottom up.

And this within the same organization, because if we talk at the macro level, the fit is much more complex.

I have no doubt that when it undertakes a process re-engineering is done with process view, but not from an organizational perspective, so there is no genuine reengineering => no conversion.

And I think that being in the XXI century, in full immersion in what we call "knowledge society", continue with this model of organization ...

Believe me when I say that without vision the organization and clinical process re-engineering, ICTs increase the efficiency: they do is that inefficient to run faster ... Really

there is no alternative?

Because when building a new hospital, innovation is manifested in a technical or clinic, yet the organization and management model has not changed.

We filled the mouth of responsibility (empowerment) of patient and clinician, in " Equity and excellence: Liberating the NHS " talking to decentralize and empower management to physicians, but not the underlying structures change ...

We also talked about 2.0, but in most organizations, only the outside world.

I know the difficulties of those who, on a daily basis, spend part of their energy to overcome the inertia of organizations disorganized ... outdated administrative structures and oversized when, to paraphrase Johann Cruyff, " the money should be in the field ."

And some who, in desperation, abandon the struggle and, at times, the organization, because there has been a willingness to listen and understand. Let

get around this.

Assume for a moment that the "Pandora Health Service" has the crazy idea :-) (and financial resources) to create a different health organization, with levels of PA and Hospital Outpatient ... as different as the only constraint for its creation is not copy the usual pyramidal organizational model.

I asked a question on Twitter with this premise: the best response was "Well, then, would not be a hospital."

True ... the author of the response (Miguel Angel Máñez ) nailed it.

I have some questions ... "Easing the management overhead? "Management contracts? Process-oriented "? "Goals? "Multidisciplinary teams? Should there be a hospital property? "Stewardship? "Interaction between family physicians and specialties? How? When? How often? "Telemedicine? "Coworking?

How to combine this with criteria of relational networks, peer-to-peer ... and not die trying? Well ..

input and if we succeed, for me the winning combination would focused on patient and family doctor ... the family doctor is one who knows cross so the patient, who manages chronic if chronic and who should act as clinical consultant to the length and breadth of specialized levels of care ... and this implies that every clinical decision, of any kind whatsoever, should participate and be patient and jointly share responsibility for family doctor: the patient may be responsible, We can provide standard, but will always need support and professional advice that is closest to him ...

But thinking again, the support and co-responsibility model does not correspond to a binomial, a Combat Air Patrol approach ... the real model and the work would an equilateral triangle, where the patient would have a vertex in another family doctor, and the third to a representative of levels of hospitalization, citing the focus and center the process of care ... that's the model of responsibility that really work. What

care professional would the most suitable for providing accompaniment on the hospital level?

In my view, an internist because of all professionals in a hospital, is, along with pediatrician and geriatrician who can get a better look cross between specialties and who can best coordinate the work of everyone in a complex disease affecting various equipment ... and who, for having this vision, more like a professional practitioner.

The model will be shared responsibility with the family doctor in the transit of ambulatory care patient, shared with the general practitioner in hospital care, and coordination family doctor - internist to avoid gaps.

On the other hand, the orientation of the levels of hospitalization do not think it should be for services, the classical, but transverse liquid and targeting large groups process.

therefore required, imbuing coworking culture, since that provision involves a multidisciplinary organization with a professional relationship based on peer to peer ... the spirit of BreakOut.

In fact, I think the differentiation between primary and specialized care should no longer exist, so also would need to change the concept of care Hopitalaria and are turning to call Residential Care.

Streamlining of processes: it can be solved by ICT, which did not resolve a clinical ... no more administrative tasks. Therefore

horizontal organization between different levels of care, greater efficiency liquid and the administrative apparatus is reduced to a control of economic management.

The best way to test this model is to use the theory can of peas .

There was once an engineer who was asked to design a pea canning factory, the engineer had no one ever built ... so I asked him to teach how to make a can of peas: knowing the processes and problems in the manufacture of a unit, we can imagine / design processes for mass production.

And relatively speaking, is the way we used to approach this challenge successfully.

And you know what best part? This is not going to be in a post ... this was going to do.

It is possible to find difficulties, we should change approaches, and here the key is flexibility, dialogue, collaboration ... peer-to-peer ... coworking.

Be water, my friend. :-)