Guglear o no guglear, esa es la cuestion.

El confuso estado de la lengua castellana se ve reflejado en la última propuesta lanzada por los directivos de la Real Academia Española, quienes estan discutiendo si deberían aceptar el término Guglear.
I used to be a language purist, back when I was a Argentine teenage brat frowning at the use of "troca" and "parquear". But I like this one, Guglear, derived from the recently added English verb to google.

Me voy. Facundo necesita guglear imágenes pornográficas. :)

Delayed World Cup review

As it turns out, Italy won the World Cup. I was happy to see them earn a well-deserved victory over the Germans in the semifinal and remain assertive in the penalty shootout. Penalties, as it has been said for years, are a sub-par way to decide who the victor is for a competition of a somehow related activity (soccer). Alsa, FIFA is a pussy and will never adopt a more creative tiebreaking method (like, say, forcing teams to gradually remove players from the field, thus creating more scoring opportunities). The truth is, the game's purists are a bunch of repressed girliemen who won't even accept simple innovations such as the addition of a second on-field referee. Just give them their old-time football and it's good enough for them.
On a personal level, I was crushed, disappointed, depressed after Argentina's quarterfinal loss in, of course, a penalty shootout to Germany. For some reason, I always get the right feeling before these things. I was sure we would beat Mexico in our Confederations Cup penalty shootout last year, but some reason (maybe Franco, maybe Lehmann) I knew going in that Argentina's world cup was over. See you all in 2010, hopefully I will be wandering the streets of Johanessburg as the games take place.
Last, thanks to Zinedine Zidane for saving Marco Materazzi's life. A true hero of world football.