May 11, 2005
May 10, 2005
Teoría impopular I
Fue mi único comentario cuando murió JPII: "Bueno, espero que el siguiente deje de prohibir los condones".
Recibí las miradas reprobatorias de costumbre. Primero, porque no se me veía nada triste ante el circo mediático, perdón, funeral, de la muerte del papa, y segundo, por blasfema. Creo. Lo más que acertaron a decir fue "Bueh, de todos modos nadie les hace caso"... (un momento, no que muy católicos? jajaja)
De todos modos, no estoy tan segura. Es increíble la influencia que la religión católica tiene todavía en mucha, muchísima gente, especialmente en la más ignorante. Tal ves si lo leyeran en el NYT... (alguna gente necesita leerlo en el NYT, o en x medio de prestigio, como requisito para que su mente pueda procesarlo). Pero claro, no tiene importancia... Nada la tiene como no les afecte directamente o no lo tengan en la nariz. Y aun así, habría que ver la miopía, la ceguera moral. ¿Qué hacer? Cambia tú, me dijeron una vez. Y luego intenta cambiar tu entorno. Pues sí. A las miraditas esas ya me estoy acostumbrando. o.o
Recibí las miradas reprobatorias de costumbre. Primero, porque no se me veía nada triste ante el circo mediático, perdón, funeral, de la muerte del papa, y segundo, por blasfema. Creo. Lo más que acertaron a decir fue "Bueh, de todos modos nadie les hace caso"... (un momento, no que muy católicos? jajaja)
De todos modos, no estoy tan segura. Es increíble la influencia que la religión católica tiene todavía en mucha, muchísima gente, especialmente en la más ignorante. Tal ves si lo leyeran en el NYT... (alguna gente necesita leerlo en el NYT, o en x medio de prestigio, como requisito para que su mente pueda procesarlo). Pero claro, no tiene importancia... Nada la tiene como no les afecte directamente o no lo tengan en la nariz. Y aun así, habría que ver la miopía, la ceguera moral. ¿Qué hacer? Cambia tú, me dijeron una vez. Y luego intenta cambiar tu entorno. Pues sí. A las miraditas esas ya me estoy acostumbrando. o.o
May 09, 2005
Pregunta. Question.
¿Qué pasaría si en lugar de expendios de cerveza, hubiera sex-shops en cada esquina?
Body Worlds
"In America, the body and its functions have always been considered nasty, something to be suppressed or pushed out of consciousness"Ahhh. Fascinating exhibition. The article about it is here. Meet Hunter Von Haggens, the plastination professor.
Hell (where are my headphones)
"Sounds like one can read about your life on Camus' pages."
Stupid guy I
-Koky, ¿por qué no me quieres?
-Nadie quiere a nadie. Supéralo.
-¿Por qué vienes tan pesimista hoy?
-ARRRGGHHH.
I need more coffee. And some poison.
May 07, 2005
Oh... Were those unpopular?
Inútil (pesimismo occidental)
Denn da der ganze Mensch nur die Erscheinung seines Willens ist; so kann nichts verkehrter seyn, als, von der Reflexion ausgehend, etwas Anderes seyn zu wollen, als man ist <...> [Puesto que el hombre en su totalidad es sólo la manifestación de su voluntad, nada puede resultar más absurdo que, partiendo de la reflexión, querer ser algo distinto de lo que se es <...>]
Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung, I. iv, § 55
(Arthur Schopenhauer)
May 06, 2005
Relación de los hechos (fragmento)
RELACION DE LOS HECHOS
(FRAGMENTO)
Lo empiezas a saber,
tu amor va enseñando sus sales de baño, sus fiestas de guardar, sus cenas sin nadie;
a veces, el esqueleto de tu ángel de la guarda
baila en tus ojos,
ciertas avecillas silvestres amanecen temblando en tus manos,
ya el tufo de la crucifixión
no te hace taparte la nariz de niña ``que no sabe nada'', ``que no entiende nada''.
Ya cruzas la puerta,
ya sabes que el dolor es un mensajero servil del infinito,
en tus ojos aquello que miras despierta en ti misma como pequeños niños
que se sientan al borde de sus camas
esperando que vengan a vestirlos.
Ya asumes tu cuerpo, ya viajas en todo lo que te rodea,
a veces en tu sonrisa todavía aparece
aquella niña larguirucha ``tan bien educada'',
pero tu esperanza enflaquece llamándote con voz cada vez más débil
cuando ya no te dignas escucharla.
Extrañamente hermosa eres ahora tu propio fantasma,
en tu alma han entrado la carne del mundo y la tuya confundidas,
apiñadas por el mismo placer, revueltas por el mismo dolor.
Desnuda, la ropa que te acabas de quitar
ya no reaparece en tus ojos,
tu mirada y tu voz entonces también se quedan desnudas,
te quedas desnuda,
y por tu desnudez pasan los templos antiguos, las oraciones, los heridos de guerra y los cánticos de guerra,
los mares lejanos y también la vida posible en otros planetas.
Ya tu cuerpo comprende lo que significa ser tu cuerpo,
lo que significa que tú seas él;
tu cuerpo extendido a lo largo de tu amor, a lo largo de tu alma,
y todos los barcos que zarpan de tu corazón llevan ahora
las luces apagadas. Ya te has probado en ti
y un hombre no es el extraño invasor que conocías,
el esposo prudente, el hombrecito que cariñosamente te mataba un momento
por unas cuantas caricias, por unas cuantas monedas.
Pero sabes también que no existe el triunfo que alguna vez deseaste,
por eso en tu mirada puede oírse
el ruido del mar golpeando las costas solitarias y a veces el chillido de un pájaro detrás de la niebla o la llovizna pertinaz.
Ven aquí con tu colección de mariposas, con tus antiguos juguetes que ya no existen
y que parecen burlarse de ti desde ciertos rincones,
ven aquí con tus segmentos de niña asombrada.
Ven a mirar mis osos polares.
Ven, ahora que sabes que también en los labios aparece
-sin que nos demos cuenta-
el beso monstruoso y bello
de aquello que todavía llamamos el alma.
(José Becerra).
(FRAGMENTO)
Lo empiezas a saber,
tu amor va enseñando sus sales de baño, sus fiestas de guardar, sus cenas sin nadie;
a veces, el esqueleto de tu ángel de la guarda
baila en tus ojos,
ciertas avecillas silvestres amanecen temblando en tus manos,
ya el tufo de la crucifixión
no te hace taparte la nariz de niña ``que no sabe nada'', ``que no entiende nada''.
Ya cruzas la puerta,
ya sabes que el dolor es un mensajero servil del infinito,
en tus ojos aquello que miras despierta en ti misma como pequeños niños
que se sientan al borde de sus camas
esperando que vengan a vestirlos.
Ya asumes tu cuerpo, ya viajas en todo lo que te rodea,
a veces en tu sonrisa todavía aparece
aquella niña larguirucha ``tan bien educada'',
pero tu esperanza enflaquece llamándote con voz cada vez más débil
cuando ya no te dignas escucharla.
Extrañamente hermosa eres ahora tu propio fantasma,
en tu alma han entrado la carne del mundo y la tuya confundidas,
apiñadas por el mismo placer, revueltas por el mismo dolor.
Desnuda, la ropa que te acabas de quitar
ya no reaparece en tus ojos,
tu mirada y tu voz entonces también se quedan desnudas,
te quedas desnuda,
y por tu desnudez pasan los templos antiguos, las oraciones, los heridos de guerra y los cánticos de guerra,
los mares lejanos y también la vida posible en otros planetas.
Ya tu cuerpo comprende lo que significa ser tu cuerpo,
lo que significa que tú seas él;
tu cuerpo extendido a lo largo de tu amor, a lo largo de tu alma,
y todos los barcos que zarpan de tu corazón llevan ahora
las luces apagadas. Ya te has probado en ti
y un hombre no es el extraño invasor que conocías,
el esposo prudente, el hombrecito que cariñosamente te mataba un momento
por unas cuantas caricias, por unas cuantas monedas.
Pero sabes también que no existe el triunfo que alguna vez deseaste,
por eso en tu mirada puede oírse
el ruido del mar golpeando las costas solitarias y a veces el chillido de un pájaro detrás de la niebla o la llovizna pertinaz.
Ven aquí con tu colección de mariposas, con tus antiguos juguetes que ya no existen
y que parecen burlarse de ti desde ciertos rincones,
ven aquí con tus segmentos de niña asombrada.
Ven a mirar mis osos polares.
Ven, ahora que sabes que también en los labios aparece
-sin que nos demos cuenta-
el beso monstruoso y bello
de aquello que todavía llamamos el alma.
(José Becerra).
May 05, 2005
Autenticidad
Niña, no tienes unos pesos para echarme un taco. No añadió nada más pero pude ver el hambre en su mirada. En su mirada triste. Una mujer vieja. El cabello blanco y el rostro surcado de arrugas. Y el hambre. Yo tenía hambre también, eran como las 4 de la tarde y me dirigía al Vips, caminando tranquilamente, con un par de revistas bajo el brazo para entretenerme (osea, para evitar esos momentos de incomodidad entre que ordenas y te sirven y no tienes nadie con quien hablar, juguetear con el celular no es lo mío). Sabía que hoy no saldría del trabajo hasta medianoche así que me tomaría mi tiempo. Iba pensando en la autenticidad. O más bien, la farsa. Todo es una farsa. Y la mujer me pide dinero, con aquellos ojos. Busco una moneda en el bolsillo y se la doy. "Dios te bendiga", me dice. Y yo gracias. Todo es una farsa. Esto también. "Me voy a comprar un panecito". Todo es una farsa. Me debería haber ido a comer un "panecito" con ella. Pero no. Segui de largo, segui la farsa. De propina, le dejé a la mesera lo mismo que le deje a la mujer.
The real nightmare
When a co-worker starts chanting your name in a kinder garten melody way loud enough for every body in the newspaper writing area to hear, and all you can say is "I have a cup of coffee. Err Hot coffee, and I know how to use it", while keep staring at your computer all embarrased and wanting to have an AK to haunt him down, you know things are wrong.
On a brighter note, I had no nightmares today. Well, you know what I mean, not while asleep. :*)
On a brighter note, I had no nightmares today. Well, you know what I mean, not while asleep. :*)
May 04, 2005
May 03, 2005
Ingmar Bergman II & III
This weeks I have had my second and third encounter with Bergman movies. First, Fanny & Alexander. Second, Fresas Salvajes. I must say, F&A took my four days to watch. Fresas Salvajes two. I loved both of them, but again, a warning, they are not for everyone. Definitivamente, me gusta el estilo de Bergman. Pero sobre todo me gustan sus temas. No lo sé... Me transportan. Curiosamente, las escenas que más me gustaron de ambas películas suceden de noche. Una, despierto, pero en un escenario que más bien parece un sueño. La otra un sueño, que más bien parece una pesadilla. Los relojes, la carroza, las marionetas. El sonido en off. Están llenas de simbología...
Well, looking forward to the next one...
Well, looking forward to the next one...
Yahoo 360
Mi other blog. City stuff etc. Started it on dutty as a tech writer. Keep on it for the follow up story, but I actually kind of liked it. It is quite easy to blog, although I hate the album tool. I found the review stuff and all that repetitive and would not use it, but I guess for other people is o.k. Guess the RSS feedings are still not working for my blog, will be subject next week...
btw, the Yahoo 360 thing is invitation only. And I´ll gladly invite. :*)
btw, the Yahoo 360 thing is invitation only. And I´ll gladly invite. :*)
May 02, 2005
May 01, 2005
i am 8 bit
"i am 8-bit gathers the talents of over 100 of the world's top artists, to put their memories to paper, canvas, wood, or somewhere in between, recalling those oh-so-fond gaming moments from the era when pixels reigned king. There are absolutely no 3D-inspired works in the show; just pre-1995 influences, a decadent time when games were flat and flourishing with creativity. Anything goes-from the crazed image of a Burger Time sausage gone ballistic to Space Invaders doing disco- hindered only by the artists' imagination."
Retro geek chic art. There is a gallery there, but I found a lot more pics here.
Flores y Sueños
Mi vida ha sido una pesadilla últimamente. Y no estoy hablando de forma metafórica, sino literal, al menos desde el momento en que cierro los ojos. El único paréntesis has sido tú. Quiero decir, el único sueño que no ha sido pesadilla. Bizarro, sí, pero a eso ya estoy acostumbrada. Pasan mil cosas, en el sueño, pero al final sostengo un espejo en mi mano, y cuando me veo en él, veo sorprendida como la imagen que refleja no soy yo, sino TÚ. Yo, quiero decir, tú, rubio, quiero decir, rubia, peinada con dos colitas, como de niña, como me peinaban cuando estaba en la primaria... Pero no eras niño, eras mayor. Eras como eres ahora. Y llevabas los labios pintados de carmín rojo. Ese carmín con el que yo me siento como un travesti, o una prostituta. Y que no me pienso poner hasta el día en que planee una noche de sexo desenfrenado. Tenías una sonrisa un poco cínica, y los ojos tristes. Cuando te vi me desperté.
Mamá dice que esta época la pone triste porque todo está florecido. Los árboles de la plaza se disfrazan de pequeñas flores violeta que cuando mamá las ve se transforman en pequeñas agujas que cosen la pena que le provoca el amor que nació una primavera y ahora se ha convertido en una cloaca. Entonces para mi mamá las primaveras son tristes, y las flores en lugar de alegrarle el alma, le ensombrecen el corazón.
Mamá dice que esta época la pone triste porque todo está florecido. Los árboles de la plaza se disfrazan de pequeñas flores violeta que cuando mamá las ve se transforman en pequeñas agujas que cosen la pena que le provoca el amor que nació una primavera y ahora se ha convertido en una cloaca. Entonces para mi mamá las primaveras son tristes, y las flores en lugar de alegrarle el alma, le ensombrecen el corazón.
April 29, 2005
Maybe we should terminate him
"I think they've done a terrific job," Schwarzenegger said of the "Minuteman" volunteers, who plan to expand to California in June. "They've cut down the crossing of illegal immigrants a huge percentage. So it just shows that it works when you go and make an effort and when you work hard. It's a doable thing."UGH.
Meanwhile, at the Microsoft Global...
Automotive Summit:
Oh, now that would be news...Gates outlined a future in which software enables cars to fix themselves and never crash.
Con agua y jabón
-¡Dios mío! ¿No ves que estoy enferma, que sufro cosas atroces? No tienes idea de la pesadilla que acabo de tener...
-¿Por eso te bañaste? -preguntó Martín irónicamente.
-Sí, me bañé por la pesadilla.
-¿Se limpian con agua las pesadillas?
-Sí, Martín, con agua y un poco de detergente.
-¿Por eso te bañaste? -preguntó Martín irónicamente.
-Sí, me bañé por la pesadilla.
-¿Se limpian con agua las pesadillas?
-Sí, Martín, con agua y un poco de detergente.
April 28, 2005
Auto Vudú (Do it Yourself)
Hoy por la mañana estaba triste. Ahora estoy encabronada. Sobredosis de cafeína. Lack of food. Lack of sleep. Lack of love. Lack of life. Needles.
April 27, 2005
Tristeza
Me va llenando como se llena un pozo. Y la polea para bajar el cubo no sirve.
O.O
Lo que faltaba.
FD, don´t watch TV!
T - Está bien, pero me recuerdas a Mafalda.
FD - :D
FD - acabo de ver mi futuro y el de mis hijos irse al caño en la tv :(
FD - y estoy triste y decepcionado por ello :(
T - I know.
FD - Es un anti-climax
FD - el bueno siempre si muere en la película
FD _ :(
T - bueno, eso le da el premio en sundance no?
FD - :D
FD - acabo de ver mi futuro y el de mis hijos irse al caño en la tv :(
FD - y estoy triste y decepcionado por ello :(
T - I know.
FD - Es un anti-climax
FD - el bueno siempre si muere en la película
FD _ :(
T - bueno, eso le da el premio en sundance no?
Modern Fairy Tales
Heh. I love flickr. Here is the text if you can´t read it:
"And so the prince married the beautiful princess...
Later, he divorced her and she died in a suspicious car wreck, so he proposed to the woman he had been running around with for thirty years and she became the princess consort. The End".
Follow me to nightmare Land
It starts by looking at the clock. Then by thinking about you. You, the clock, you. The clock. Your smile. Your smile is a ghost. My life is a series of pixels and ASCII characters with a hint of sun and blue sky. I love a park in the night, and to see the moon through trees without leaves. Thru death. The moon thru death. I like midnight. The silence slightly broken once in a while. The awareness. I see the moon pass by my window. Your mind. Your mind is a cumule of stars I get to see thru the telescope of mine. So far away I´m ever sure if what I see is what it is or only the eco of millions of years. My heart. Alive and I´m always suprised by it. I´m a river constantly flowing to the ever changing you but never reaching you. Cliché. I am a kiss asleep. I´m a blury scream. My bed is to big and too white. It looks too much like a jail. I´m burning in desire. I cannot have you. I love you. This is insane. Over the pillow, above the pillow, between the pillow. Breathe. See the clock. Destroy the clock. Drink the night. Drink your memory. Swallow it. Oh my head. ..... the house is falling apart, this rain will never stop, it is all ruins now... No! He can´t be dead! He can´t! I then wake up, with an unbelievable pain, and this alien (my heart) beating like a tribal drum warning danger.
I´m alone. It is morning. I have tears. And I hate nightmares.
I´m alone. It is morning. I have tears. And I hate nightmares.
April 25, 2005
HHGG
Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one — more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?
Heh. Someone posted the entire text here. The new trailer is hilarious.
Yes, I´m a freak.
Monday morning (inventario)
Pasivos
Un corazón oprimido. Apenas dos horas de sueño.
Activos
Tres tazas de café cargado. Dos horas de Ernesto Sábato.
Saldo
A favor.
Tengo el alma descompuesta. Se me apaga a cada rato.
Must be a bug in the kernel.
Un corazón oprimido. Apenas dos horas de sueño.
Activos
Tres tazas de café cargado. Dos horas de Ernesto Sábato.
Saldo
A favor.
Tengo el alma descompuesta. Se me apaga a cada rato.
Must be a bug in the kernel.
April 23, 2005
Mean
¿Hay algo más divertido que insultar sin que se den cuenta que insultaste porque son incapaces de comprender el insulto?
Heh. Amusing...
Heh. Amusing...
April 22, 2005
April 21, 2005
April 20, 2005
His delusion is the key to reason
Oh, excellent, excellent article on Don Quixote at Prospect Magazine.
April 16, 2005
Morfina
Le he puesto a mi corazón su última dosis de anestesia local. Me pregunto cuánto tiempo durará esta vez.
April 14, 2005
Kaput
Whew. It seems like the guys at Guardian Unlimited have been doing their homework lately. Yet another interesting article from them.
Well, how will it all end? I vote human stupidity, so among all the options portrayed by the Guardian, terrorism and nuclear war are in my opinion the worst. Viral pandemic and climate change are in the like, though.
{I´m still thinking on the last one! Some of the comments about what everybody should know about science are interesting, and almost all are amusing. For some reason I can´t take out of my head the words of one of them talking about how science can help as to live in a better way in this pointless universe...}
Well, how will it all end? I vote human stupidity, so among all the options portrayed by the Guardian, terrorism and nuclear war are in my opinion the worst. Viral pandemic and climate change are in the like, though.
{I´m still thinking on the last one! Some of the comments about what everybody should know about science are interesting, and almost all are amusing. For some reason I can´t take out of my head the words of one of them talking about how science can help as to live in a better way in this pointless universe...}
April 13, 2005
Life Lessons
What is the one thing everyone should learn about science? Spiked asked 250 scientists. The Guardian published some of the most provocative responses here.
April 10, 2005
*Hope
I had a couple of beers last night, enough for me to be on a hangover today. While looking up to the roof, I realized that my imaginary friend was an imaginary number.
1up! Seven deadly sins. Sins! Fuck. I`m in love. No wait. I`m drunk.
April 08, 2005
Sonata in F
-Wake up!
-(I´m more awake that you will ever be.)
Alfredo, missing. The pope, dead & buried. Obrador, jail? (wtf) Eclipse at 2:00 pm.
Giving flyers away in the streets of the city this morning. Temperature: 35 °C.
I have a huge headache.
Update
"One Hundred Years of Uncertainty". Nice article of Brian Greene @ NYT
Goa-Psy Freak. Yet another lonely friday. Bed Stories.
David Stove.
And, that´s all for tonight.
One more last thing. Oh, C´mon, it is SANS!
-(I´m more awake that you will ever be.)
Alfredo, missing. The pope, dead & buried. Obrador, jail? (wtf) Eclipse at 2:00 pm.
Giving flyers away in the streets of the city this morning. Temperature: 35 °C.
I have a huge headache.
Update
"One Hundred Years of Uncertainty". Nice article of Brian Greene @ NYT
Goa-Psy Freak. Yet another lonely friday. Bed Stories.
David Stove.
And, that´s all for tonight.
One more last thing. Oh, C´mon, it is SANS!
April 07, 2005
April 06, 2005
Geek-asting
I know, I know dear hypotetic reader. It is not your fault that I write about tech, and that I´m on my "casting" phase, but this collection of podcasts seems to be worth listening.
Don´t do it, though. Wait until I pick the best ones. Oh weell do it! Fine! Don´t wait! :P
Don´t do it, though. Wait until I pick the best ones. Oh weell do it! Fine! Don´t wait! :P
The Silk Road Ensemble
Here is the preview of the new album of Yo-Yo-Ma. I love Mohini (enchantment).
This is bizarre. A coworker is missed/lost/ since saturday. The one who covered public safety and narcotrafic.
Ugh. >:*(
This is bizarre. A coworker is missed/lost/ since saturday. The one who covered public safety and narcotrafic.
Ugh. >:*(
April 05, 2005
April 04, 2005
April 03, 2005
April 01, 2005
Drencrom Lollipop
"This learned veck said the usual veshces, about no parental discipline, as he called it, and the shortage of real horrorshow teachers who would lambast bloody beggary out of their innocent poops and make them go boohoohoo for mercy. All this was gloopy and made me smeck, but it was like nice to go on knowing one was making the news all the time, O my brothers. Every day there was something about Modern Youth, but the best veshch they ever had in the old gazetta was by some starry pop in a doggy collar who said that in his considered opinion, and he was govoreeting as a man of Bog, IT WAS THE DEVIL THAT WAS ABROAD and was like ferreting his way into like young innocent flesh, and it was the adult world that could take the responsibility for this with their wars and bombs and nonsence. So that was all right. So he knew what he talked of, being a Godman. So we young innocent malchicks could take no blame. Right right right."
A Clockwork Orange, Page 41.
A Clockwork Orange, Page 41.
March 30, 2005
March 23, 2005
Regalos
Un caballito de mar. Un beso. Una perversión.
Un sueño. Varios. Una mirada. Un arranque de llanto.
Una canción. Un roce. Una nube. Un garabato. Una llamada a medianoche.
Una ilusión. Una primera vez. Tres deseos.
Un infierno. Un paraíso. Una fantasía. Dos.
Está bien. Pueden quedarse con todo.
Pero por favor.
Devuélvanme el pedacito de alma.
Un sueño. Varios. Una mirada. Un arranque de llanto.
Una canción. Un roce. Una nube. Un garabato. Una llamada a medianoche.
Una ilusión. Una primera vez. Tres deseos.
Un infierno. Un paraíso. Una fantasía. Dos.
Está bien. Pueden quedarse con todo.
Pero por favor.
Devuélvanme el pedacito de alma.
Oldie but Goodie
Microsoft Acquires Nothing
Fake News written by James Baughn on September 9, 1998
from the pigs-are-flying dept.
REDMOND, WA -- In an unprecedented move, Microsoft refrained from acquiring any rival companies for a full week. "I can't believe it," one industry analyst noted. "This is the first time in years that I haven't read any headlines about Microsoft acquiring something."
The lack of Microsoft assimilation this week left a vacuum in computer industry publications. "Microsoft acquisition stories make up 10% of our headlines," an editor at Ziff-Slavis said. "We had to scramble to fill this void. We ran some controversial Jessie Burst columns instead, hoping that we could recoup ad revenue from people reading all the flames in the Talk Back forums. Jessie Burst forums account for 15% of our total ad revenue."
InfoPlanet also faced a small crisis in filling its headlines. "We were so desperate for news that we ran a story about Mark McGwire. Since the groundskeeper who caught home run 62 uses Linux at home, we were able to justify this as computer news. Sort of. Okay, maybe not."
Industry pundits are at a loss to explain the cease in Microsoft acquisitions. "They can't innovate products by themselves. They have to acquire ideas from other companies. If Microsoft doesn't start assimilating some more companies soon, they could be in big trouble," Bob Y. Cringely said. Another pundit observed, "Bill must be on vacation or something. This can't be right. Maybe Microsoft is worried about the upcoming anti-trust court case? I'm surprised Microsoft hasn't acquired a couple of Seattle law firms yet."
@Found it while making a compilation of recent MS acquisitions at Humorix.org.
Fake News written by James Baughn on September 9, 1998
from the pigs-are-flying dept.
REDMOND, WA -- In an unprecedented move, Microsoft refrained from acquiring any rival companies for a full week. "I can't believe it," one industry analyst noted. "This is the first time in years that I haven't read any headlines about Microsoft acquiring something."
The lack of Microsoft assimilation this week left a vacuum in computer industry publications. "Microsoft acquisition stories make up 10% of our headlines," an editor at Ziff-Slavis said. "We had to scramble to fill this void. We ran some controversial Jessie Burst columns instead, hoping that we could recoup ad revenue from people reading all the flames in the Talk Back forums. Jessie Burst forums account for 15% of our total ad revenue."
InfoPlanet also faced a small crisis in filling its headlines. "We were so desperate for news that we ran a story about Mark McGwire. Since the groundskeeper who caught home run 62 uses Linux at home, we were able to justify this as computer news. Sort of. Okay, maybe not."
Industry pundits are at a loss to explain the cease in Microsoft acquisitions. "They can't innovate products by themselves. They have to acquire ideas from other companies. If Microsoft doesn't start assimilating some more companies soon, they could be in big trouble," Bob Y. Cringely said. Another pundit observed, "Bill must be on vacation or something. This can't be right. Maybe Microsoft is worried about the upcoming anti-trust court case? I'm surprised Microsoft hasn't acquired a couple of Seattle law firms yet."
@Found it while making a compilation of recent MS acquisitions at Humorix.org.
March 22, 2005
March 21, 2005
March 17, 2005
Prozac Gum
-You have all this pain because of the way you are.
-Nice, mom.
Here are the slides of the conference "The Semantic Web is here", by Eric Miller at the Semantic Technology Conference.
It´s not here at all, but anyway.
How about the "emergent" one? Hum.
Quite a challenge to try to write an article on this subject. I mean a brief, newspaper reader friendly one. But. You know. Whatever it takes to keep my mind apart from the issues.
Rule #1 to survive life: Know that it is a joke. A bad one.
-Nice, mom.
Here are the slides of the conference "The Semantic Web is here", by Eric Miller at the Semantic Technology Conference.
It´s not here at all, but anyway.
How about the "emergent" one? Hum.
Quite a challenge to try to write an article on this subject. I mean a brief, newspaper reader friendly one. But. You know. Whatever it takes to keep my mind apart from the issues.
Rule #1 to survive life: Know that it is a joke. A bad one.
March 16, 2005
Ex Boyfriends List
From: Richard Stallman
To: mkhenley@prodigy.net
Subject: Application for membership in Ex Boyfriends List
After reading what you've said about your Ex Boyfriends List,
I wonder if you could tell me how to apply for a place in it?
My motivation is not that I would like the cachet of being on the
list. Rather I hope that the application process, of being judged for
a place on the list, could be exciting or even joyous. If it takes you
some time to decide whether I belong on the list, I won't mind
waiting.
I'm aware of the theoretical possibility that the process might not
reach a conclusion, that I might remain permanently in limbo pending a
decision about whether I am to become "ex". I know this is unlikely,
and I'm willing to take the risk.
For information about me, see my personal site, stallman.org.
My work is described in www.gnu.org.
Aww Stallman!!!!!
To: mkhenley@prodigy.net
Subject: Application for membership in Ex Boyfriends List
After reading what you've said about your Ex Boyfriends List,
I wonder if you could tell me how to apply for a place in it?
My motivation is not that I would like the cachet of being on the
list. Rather I hope that the application process, of being judged for
a place on the list, could be exciting or even joyous. If it takes you
some time to decide whether I belong on the list, I won't mind
waiting.
I'm aware of the theoretical possibility that the process might not
reach a conclusion, that I might remain permanently in limbo pending a
decision about whether I am to become "ex". I know this is unlikely,
and I'm willing to take the risk.
For information about me, see my personal site, stallman.org.
My work is described in www.gnu.org.
Aww Stallman!!!!!
March 15, 2005
Bionic Mix
-I like how natural you are.
-I´m actually an android.
Been following the SXSW thing. Found THIS site among the winners... I thought some of this short films were amazing. But dont take my word and see 4 yourself.
You cannot miss "POPaganda: The Art and Subversion of Ron English", thought. So click on #16.
Rule #1 to survive dating: Throw up first, avoid soberness & keep your mind in a box. Ooops. Those were three I think.
What a disaster.
-I´m actually an android.
Been following the SXSW thing. Found THIS site among the winners... I thought some of this short films were amazing. But dont take my word and see 4 yourself.
You cannot miss "POPaganda: The Art and Subversion of Ron English", thought. So click on #16.
Rule #1 to survive dating: Throw up first, avoid soberness & keep your mind in a box. Ooops. Those were three I think.
What a disaster.
March 14, 2005
Donald Knuth
-Do you believe in God?
-Yes I do.
When he needs computer power, he just call the folks at Google. He wrote "The Art of Computer Programming". But of course, you already knew that, didnt you? ;*)
Our good old Knuth on NPR. Listen to him here.
-Yes I do.
When he needs computer power, he just call the folks at Google. He wrote "The Art of Computer Programming". But of course, you already knew that, didnt you? ;*)
Our good old Knuth on NPR. Listen to him here.
March 12, 2005
The Strangehood
Big Brother like being - Expect the unexpected...
Lady being held hostage with a bunch of people - How predictable...
Lines from The Strangehood, machinima made with The Sims 2. Watched it for work, not for fun. Obviously, although I had a small amount of it. Want the link?
Google it.
Rule #1 to survive working @ newspaper -> Learn to ignore people
Lady being held hostage with a bunch of people - How predictable...
Lines from The Strangehood, machinima made with The Sims 2. Watched it for work, not for fun. Obviously, although I had a small amount of it. Want the link?
Google it.
Rule #1 to survive working @ newspaper -> Learn to ignore people
February 27, 2005
Sueños
1
Un montón de hojas secas, con esos colores ocres que tanto me gustan, se arremolinaban bajo el sube y baja. Llegaba a un jardin. Era tarde. Era otoño. Mire el sube y baja y desee subir, pero no había nadie más. ¿Cómo podría? No había forma de balancearse sin nadie más. El sube y baja estaba ahí, grande e inutil. Nadie venía a jugar. Y yo me eché a llorar, sentada bajo el sube y baja, revolviendo las hojas secas.
Fue entonces que la vi. La luna, enorme, en el cielo, parecía un fotomontaje. La silueta de un árbol, completamente desnudo, se recortaba en su vientre. Y de él pendía un columpio.
Un columpio. No necesitaba un compañero de juegos para un columpio... Podía impulsarme sola... Me levanté y fui hacia él. Use mis pies para impulsarme y poco. Dejé caer mi cabeza hacia atrás y sentí la brisa mientras comenzaba el vaivén. La luna me miraba, el árbol bostezó. Y una ráfaga de viento alborotó las hojas secas, levantando columnas danzarinas con los colores del atardecer, en el jardin, gris como las nubes tras las que la luna, por momentos, palidecía.
The last tear was dry, and I`d keep swinging. Back and forth.
2
Me parece que fabriqué un humanoide. Parecía realmente humano, aunque su rostro era inexpresivo. Lo bañé y lo cambié. Me pidieron que le cambiara la camisa. Criticaron la forma en que cuidaba de él. Cambié la camisa. Lucía realmente bien. Lo entregué.
3
Llevaba zapatillas de ballet y un delantal blanco. Su rostro de madera parecía esbozar una sonrisa. Era una marioneta. Suspendida por hilos atados a sus manos y pies, cuya cabeza caía, de lado. Dormía. Pero empezaba a despertar.
Un montón de hojas secas, con esos colores ocres que tanto me gustan, se arremolinaban bajo el sube y baja. Llegaba a un jardin. Era tarde. Era otoño. Mire el sube y baja y desee subir, pero no había nadie más. ¿Cómo podría? No había forma de balancearse sin nadie más. El sube y baja estaba ahí, grande e inutil. Nadie venía a jugar. Y yo me eché a llorar, sentada bajo el sube y baja, revolviendo las hojas secas.
Fue entonces que la vi. La luna, enorme, en el cielo, parecía un fotomontaje. La silueta de un árbol, completamente desnudo, se recortaba en su vientre. Y de él pendía un columpio.
Un columpio. No necesitaba un compañero de juegos para un columpio... Podía impulsarme sola... Me levanté y fui hacia él. Use mis pies para impulsarme y poco. Dejé caer mi cabeza hacia atrás y sentí la brisa mientras comenzaba el vaivén. La luna me miraba, el árbol bostezó. Y una ráfaga de viento alborotó las hojas secas, levantando columnas danzarinas con los colores del atardecer, en el jardin, gris como las nubes tras las que la luna, por momentos, palidecía.
The last tear was dry, and I`d keep swinging. Back and forth.
2
Me parece que fabriqué un humanoide. Parecía realmente humano, aunque su rostro era inexpresivo. Lo bañé y lo cambié. Me pidieron que le cambiara la camisa. Criticaron la forma en que cuidaba de él. Cambié la camisa. Lucía realmente bien. Lo entregué.
3
Llevaba zapatillas de ballet y un delantal blanco. Su rostro de madera parecía esbozar una sonrisa. Era una marioneta. Suspendida por hilos atados a sus manos y pies, cuya cabeza caía, de lado. Dormía. Pero empezaba a despertar.
February 24, 2005
wtg?
Google just said,
Server Error
The server encountered a temporary error and could not complete your request.
Please try again in a minute or so.
I've come not to expect fallibility from Google. Reading that message was like looking at the sky and seeing an announcement that the Sun had experienced "a temporary error".
I am quoting Doc Searls, from his blog here
It has never happened to me yet =)
Server Error
The server encountered a temporary error and could not complete your request.
Please try again in a minute or so.
I've come not to expect fallibility from Google. Reading that message was like looking at the sky and seeing an announcement that the Sun had experienced "a temporary error".
I am quoting Doc Searls, from his blog here
It has never happened to me yet =)
February 21, 2005
No, really
¿Lágrimas de lava volcánica? ¿What was I thinking? Hahahaha Ok. Maybe I was drunk. No I wasnt. Oh Uhm. Maybe drunk of emotions. Hmmm Yeah Perhaps. Ok, I´ll forgive me and move on.
Er... How about "vodka tears". Or... "abstract tears".... Yeah. It can definitely get worst. Enough already.
I am a bit sad, so I will do what any normal freak would do, drawn myself at work. Work Work Work. So... LinuxWorld Conference & Expo. That will be my subject today. And tagging. But tagging is boring. Aww anyway, this application won the best open source solution and best of show at the LinuxWorld Excellence Awards. Yeah, it is a free content management system. It seems to be pretty good. Seems like Open Source app namers are very into latin stuff. Samba, Mambo... =) What´s next? Tango?
Jeez.
I need a beer or something.
No, I need to sleep.
Yeah. That is what I need.
Er... How about "vodka tears". Or... "abstract tears".... Yeah. It can definitely get worst. Enough already.
I am a bit sad, so I will do what any normal freak would do, drawn myself at work. Work Work Work. So... LinuxWorld Conference & Expo. That will be my subject today. And tagging. But tagging is boring. Aww anyway, this application won the best open source solution and best of show at the LinuxWorld Excellence Awards. Yeah, it is a free content management system. It seems to be pretty good. Seems like Open Source app namers are very into latin stuff. Samba, Mambo... =) What´s next? Tango?
Jeez.
I need a beer or something.
No, I need to sleep.
Yeah. That is what I need.
February 18, 2005
Tiza
Esta soy yo. Corazón de plomo y lágrimas de lava volcánica. Es mi alma solitaria la que danza en la oscuridad de la noche, susurrando tu nombre a las estrellas, al borde del abismo, rozando la locura, ardiendo en una hoguera de hielo.
La Separation
If I am a puppet, and there is a puppeteer, I want to tell him to go fuck himself.
Wonderful piece of music here.
Wonderful piece of music here.
February 17, 2005
One with the freaks
Well now I am hooked up with some of the webcomics I read about. Here is a list of the best of 2004 according to The Examiner.
I particulary enjoyed Copper... But certainly all the others deserve a look.
I particulary enjoyed Copper... But certainly all the others deserve a look.
Sense of the Comic
I read the essay "Sense of the Comic" from Edward G. Ballard while writing an article on webcomics. Found it really good. But the most interesting thing is that it is part of the Dictionary of the History of Ideas, a compilation of essays that truly promises fun late readings.
Five out of five stars. ;*)
Five out of five stars. ;*)
February 16, 2005
*Despair
n 1: a state in which everything seems wrong and will turn out badly; "they were rescued from despair at the last minute" [syn: desperation] 2: the feeling that everything is wrong and nothing will turn out well [ant: hope] v : abandon hope; give up hope; lose heart; "Don't despair--help is on the way!" [ant: hope]
Don´t Panic
The trailer of The Hitchhiker´s Guide to the Galaxy is here. The first one is in the official site of the movie. Yeah, that with the song "And I think to myself, what a wonderful world..."
=(
...
=D
February 14, 2005
February 13, 2005
Pag 134
"No había nada, en ninguna parte, que envidiar, ni que lamentar, ni que temer. El pasado, el porvenir, el amor, la dicha, eran solo ruidos que se hacían con la boca".
@SB
@SB
February 12, 2005
Then again...
Or... Maybe I should just shoot me in the head, a common feeling after reading a post like the last one.
Oh my meaningless existance. I slept mostly o.k. I cooked breakfast. I randomly took a book and started reading. It was Simone de Beauvoir. It was "La invitada". Keep at it for a while. I usually keep at it until I found an exquisite pharagraph. But I didnt found it.
Then, work, the classic saturday stress... It is 21:33 and still waiting. I should go. But to what?
I was 15 and my aunt told me once, you have a question mark in your forehead. I´m 29 now, and I hope I´m not supposed to know now, because the question mark is bigger then ever.
Something beautiful
Have you seen the sky today? It is so beautiful that it almost hurts.
I hope you had. And I also hope you are being loved this day.
I wonder what happens with the love that is not delivered, since I decided to stop fighting against what I feel and let my heart love you, even though it is the more scariest thing I have ever done, even though I will be not loved back.
It is funny, what I feel.
I have cried less. Altought I have sudden explotions. But I am more calm, more seren. Well, only a little more, to be honest. Most of the time I need to run to whatever you are. Most of the time I feel this endless love is going to kill me.
But what will happen with it, with the undelivered love? What is it, anyway? An illusion? There is a sentence... "What have you done for me to love you?" that is spinning in my head all the time, and seems like needles in my heart, or a hammer always hitting, stabbing something deeper and deeper into my soul.
There is another: "Love is selfish". I dont know. I just dont know. I wish I knew what to do. All I know is I love you, and I will not fight it. Maybe it fades with time, maybe it dies like a flower, a flower whom bigger stupidity was to be born in the wrong time, in the wrong place. Oh but flowers die all the time, dont they? Maybe all these undelivered love will transform me in a tree.
Trees last. Trees are strong.
I hope you had. And I also hope you are being loved this day.
I wonder what happens with the love that is not delivered, since I decided to stop fighting against what I feel and let my heart love you, even though it is the more scariest thing I have ever done, even though I will be not loved back.
It is funny, what I feel.
I have cried less. Altought I have sudden explotions. But I am more calm, more seren. Well, only a little more, to be honest. Most of the time I need to run to whatever you are. Most of the time I feel this endless love is going to kill me.
But what will happen with it, with the undelivered love? What is it, anyway? An illusion? There is a sentence... "What have you done for me to love you?" that is spinning in my head all the time, and seems like needles in my heart, or a hammer always hitting, stabbing something deeper and deeper into my soul.
There is another: "Love is selfish". I dont know. I just dont know. I wish I knew what to do. All I know is I love you, and I will not fight it. Maybe it fades with time, maybe it dies like a flower, a flower whom bigger stupidity was to be born in the wrong time, in the wrong place. Oh but flowers die all the time, dont they? Maybe all these undelivered love will transform me in a tree.
Trees last. Trees are strong.
February 11, 2005
Burning
How do I not tell you I've never seen poetry in anyone's eyes but yours?
How do I stop me?
How do I...
How?
How do I stop me?
How do I...
How?
February 10, 2005
Uh?
Symantec Antivirus May Execute Virus Code. Oookkk.
Started reading "Donde el corazón te lleve" today, by Susanna Tamaro. Heh. I saw the movie long ago, because it was directed by the same girl who did "Las memorias de Antonia".
I just wanted a light reading I guess. Bueh I am a woman after all... Actually the book is not that bad. It has his moments. Pag 59 so far. I predict I´ll finish it by midnight. Friday midnight, tops.
Jeez, why do I feel I have to justify about reading it? >:*)
I hate sports, and I am hostil to sport journalists. Is that so hard to understand? Die! Dissapear!
Started reading "Donde el corazón te lleve" today, by Susanna Tamaro. Heh. I saw the movie long ago, because it was directed by the same girl who did "Las memorias de Antonia".
I just wanted a light reading I guess. Bueh I am a woman after all... Actually the book is not that bad. It has his moments. Pag 59 so far. I predict I´ll finish it by midnight. Friday midnight, tops.
Jeez, why do I feel I have to justify about reading it? >:*)
I hate sports, and I am hostil to sport journalists. Is that so hard to understand? Die! Dissapear!
February 09, 2005
Begin transcript:
MS. MORNIN: That's good, because I work three jobs and I feel like I contribute.
THE PRESIDENT: You work three jobs?
MS. MORNIN: Three jobs, yes.
THE PRESIDENT: Uniquely American, isn't it? I mean, that is fantastic that you're doing that. (Applause.) Get any sleep? (Laughter.)
Assh*le...
THE PRESIDENT: You work three jobs?
MS. MORNIN: Three jobs, yes.
THE PRESIDENT: Uniquely American, isn't it? I mean, that is fantastic that you're doing that. (Applause.) Get any sleep? (Laughter.)
Assh*le...
LTR
Silenciemos "Sabor a mi", que ha empezado a girar en el fonógrafo, allá en el sótano de mi cabeza tempestad. Reemplazemoslo con streaming. Reemplazemoslo con un trance remix de... de lo que sea. Pero ya. Es urgente. Su eco rebota en las paredes de mi piel, las notas salen por todos mis poros, las letras se resbalan por mis órganos, sale del sotano, como un fantasma, como niebla, como brisa, como humo, lo envuelve todo, lo llena todo y de repente, tengo gotas de rocío en la piel y de mis labios salen pájaros y luz y sol y primavera y pétalos azules y miel y luna y luciérnagas y besos y poesía y veranos y nubes y viento y parece que soy feliz, pero es un espejismo.
Un espejismo y un fonógrafo en un rincón.
February 08, 2005
Air on a G string
Interesante como podemos ser, al mismo tiempo, un cúmulo de emociones desbordadas, y un témpano de hielo.
February 07, 2005
February 06, 2005
Autorretrato con máscaras
James Ensor just reminded me of the story of "El loco", by Khalil Gibran...
February 05, 2005
Non fiction
Entonces intento respirar, y arrugo la frente en un rictus de dolor. Un par de tenazas al rojo vivo aprisionan mi corazón. Parece que se ha detenido. Como si de una bomba de tiempo se tratara, el conteo regresivo ha terminado, va a explotar...
Pero no, se queda al límite, me tortura mientras en medio de un delirio, tu nombre se me sale de las yemas de los dedos tranformándose en jilgueros de tinta, volando sobre una hoja de papel en blanco.
Vuela en mis venas, tu nombre.
Tu nombre, imborrable marca al rojo vivo en mi conciencia.
Pero no, se queda al límite, me tortura mientras en medio de un delirio, tu nombre se me sale de las yemas de los dedos tranformándose en jilgueros de tinta, volando sobre una hoja de papel en blanco.
Vuela en mis venas, tu nombre.
Tu nombre, imborrable marca al rojo vivo en mi conciencia.
February 04, 2005
La danza de las horas
Hoy, que la Luna tiene un color ceniciento; hoy, que me dice cosas tan ambiguas el viento, a cuyo paso eriza su cabellera el mar; hoy, que las horas tienen un sonido más lento, hoy quisiera llorar.
Hoy, que la noche tiene una trágica duda en que vaga en la sombra una pregunta muda; en que se siente que algo siniestro va a venir, que se baña en el pecho la tristeza desnuda, hoy quisiera morir. "
@JME
LTR
Es cómico, pero las palabras que te ayudan a vivir al otro le ayudan a matarte.
@OE
Hoy, que la noche tiene una trágica duda en que vaga en la sombra una pregunta muda; en que se siente que algo siniestro va a venir, que se baña en el pecho la tristeza desnuda, hoy quisiera morir. "
@JME
LTR
Es cómico, pero las palabras que te ayudan a vivir al otro le ayudan a matarte.
@OE
February 02, 2005
February 01, 2005
Who are the Digerati?
And why are they "the cyber elite"? Hmmm I think this needs an update.
Testing Audioscrobbler features. Personal radio. Test 1. Test 2. Test 3 and working perfect.
How else would I be listening to "The Verve"?
Tuesday, be nice.
Testing Audioscrobbler features. Personal radio. Test 1. Test 2. Test 3 and working perfect.
How else would I be listening to "The Verve"?
Tuesday, be nice.
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