Tarteleta de chocolate, queso y frambuesa
11 OctDescarada copypasta de tusrecetas.tv
Ingredientes
250 gr. de galletas, 800 gr. de queso en crema, 4 huevos, 250 gr. de azúcar, medio limón, mantequilla, 100 ml. de nata, mermelada de frambuesa, cobertura de chocolate.
Machacamos las galletas y las mezclamos con 3 cucharadas de mantequilla hasta que quede una pasta compacta. Colocamos en el fondo de los moldes que vayamos a utilizar.
Mezclamos bien el queso con los huevos, el azúcar, el zumo de medio limón y la nata. Vertemos la mezcla sobre la base de galletas de los moldes. Precalentamos el horno a 250 grados.
Metemos los moldes y dejamos un cuarto de hora a 220 grados. Bajamos la temperatura a 90 grados y dejamos media hora más. Sacamos y, cuando esté fría, cubrimos los moldes con mermelada de frambuesas.
Derretimos el chocolate al baño maría. Extendemos sobre una superficie lisa y, cuando esté frío, vamos quitándole lascas y colocando sobre las tartaletas. Puedes usar también frambuesas para acompañar a estas tartaletas.
Diario
9 OctAyer empecé a anotar en un cuaderno ideas que se me van ocurriendo, listas de cosas para hacer, un track de lo que gasto y el tiempo que tardo en cumplir mis deberes (y mis no tan deberes).
Si sale algo divertido -y digno de compartirse- quizás lo cite en un post.
Algunos -afortunados (?)- quizás, maybe, puedan leerlo.
Creo que califica como diario íntimo.
Aunque si lo comparto ya no es íntimo, ¿no?
Hm.
¿Cuánto tardaría una ardilla voladora en ir planeando del árbol que está frente a mi balcón a mi jardín?
Nada, just asking.
En fin, tiempo estimado de vida del “Diario” no más de un mes. Si es que le vuelvo a escribir algo aparte de lo que escribí hoy.
Más que nada porque preveo que me voy a aburrir.
O perderlo.
Me espera un Domingo de estudio y tareas domésticas, así que me voy a bañar.
Unien out~
♫Music!♪ reloaded
12 SepViendo que hace tiempo que muchas de las listas de música que puse en ♫Music!♪ perecieron tristemente sin que me diera cuenta (porque la verdad nunca se me ocurrió que eso pudiera pasar), borré las que no andaban y agregué nuevas 
En los próximos días voy a editar la sección de “Anime online”, para pasarlo a ser lo que en realidad es, un conjunto de fichas informativas de los animes que me llamaron la atención (ya que nunca pude tener los links de descarga al día y siempre se morían).
También tengo pensado agregar una pestaña con cosas de Unien, subir algo nuevo a Zaraza y agregar una pestaña a Uni-kylä, ya mal que mal tengo que reconocer a esa hija bastarda.
That’s all for now, voy a buscar la forma de separar los compuestos A, B, C, D y E con extracción ácido-base, see ya~!
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Extracto de "Memnoch, The Devil" de Anne Rice
29 AugLa charla entre el Diablo y un vampiro -Lestat- sobre el infierno, Dios, el paraíso y Su Plan.
”… What sort of Hell could you believe in and would you- if you were on my place- create?”
”A place where people realize what they’ve done to others; where they face every detail of it, and realize every particle of it, so that they would never, never do the same thing again; a place where souls are reformed, literally, by knowledge of what they’d done wrong and how they could have avoided it, and what they should have done. When they understand, as you said of the Elect of Sheol, when they can forgive not only God for this big mess, but themselves for their own failures, their own horrible angry reactions, their own spite and meannes, when they love everyone totally in complete forgiveness, then they would be worthy of Heaven. Hell would have to be where they see the consequences of their actions, but with a full mercifull comprehension of how little they themselves knew.”
”Precisely. To know what has hurt others, to realize that you didn’t know, that nobody gave you the knowledge, yet still you had the power! And to forgive that, and forgive your victims, and forgive God and forgive yourself.”
”Yes. That would be it. That would terminate my anger, my outrage. I couldn’t shake my fist anymore, if only I could forgive God and others and myself.”
He didn’t say anything. He sat with his arms folded, eyes wide, his dark smooth brow barely touched with the moisture of the air.
”That’s what it is, isn’t it?” I asked fearfully. “It’s… It’s a place where you learn to understand what you’ve done to another being … where you come to realize the suffering you’ve inflicted on others!”
”Yes, and it is terrible. I created it and I run it to make whole again the souls of the just and the unjust, those who had suffered and those who had done cruelty. And the only lesson of that is that Hell is Love.”
I was frightened, as frightened as I had been when we went into Jerusalem.
“He loves my souls when they come to Him,” said Memnoch. “And He sees each one as a justification of His Way!”
I smiled bitterly.
”War is magnificent to Him, and disease is like the color purple in His eyes, and self-sacrife is to Him a personal magnification of His Glory! As if He’s ever done it! He tries to overwhelm me with numbers. In the name of the cross, more injustice has been perpetrated than or any other single cause or emblem or philosophy or creed on Earth.
”And I empty Hell so fast, soul by soul, by speaking truth about what humans suffer and humans know and what humans can do that my souls go flooding trough His gates.
“And who do you think comes into Hell feeling most cheated? Most angry and unforgiving? The child who died in a gas chamber in an extermination champ? Or a warrior with blood up to his elbows who was told that if he exterminated the enemies of the state he woul find his place in Valhalla, Paradise, or Heaven?”
I didn’t answer. I was quiet, listening to him, watching him.
He sat foward, commanding my attention even more deliberately, and as he did he changed, changed before my eyes from the Devil, goat-legged, cloven-hoofed beast-man, to the angel, Memnoch, Memnoch in his loose and unimportant robe, his fair eyes beaming at me beneath his golden scowling brows.
“Hell is where I straighten things out that He has made wrong,” he said. “Hell is whereI reintroduce a frame of mind that might have existed had suffering never destroyed it! Hell is where I teach men and women that they can be better than He is.
”But that’s my punishment, Hell – for arguing with Him, that I most there and help the souls to fulfill their cycle as He sees it, that I must live there with them! And that if I don’t help them, if I don’t school them, they may be there forever!
”But Hell is not my battlefield.
”The Eartf is my battlefield. Lestat, I fight Him not in Hell but on Earth. I roam the world seeking to tear down every fice He has erected to sanctify aggression and cruelty and destruction. I lead men and women from churches and temples to dance, to sing, to drink, to embrace one another with license and love. I do everything I can to show up the lie at the heart of His religions! I try to destroy the lies He’s allowed to grow as the Universe Unfolds Itself.
”He is the only one who can enjoy siffering with impunity! And that’s He’s God and He doesn’t know what it means and He never has known. He’s created beings more conscientious and loveing than Himself. And the final victory over all humans evil will come only when He is dethroned, once and for all, demystified, ignored, repudiated, thrown aside, and men and women seek for the good and the just and the ethical and the living in each other and for all.”
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Her morning elegance – Oren Lavie
26 Aug
Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she’s down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes…
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes…
Nobody knows
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she walks in a store
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes…
Nobody knows
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