August 09, 2005
August 08, 2005
LinuxWorld {I like it hardcore} <-click here
It starts today at San Francisco.
Behind the scenes blog here.
Around 11,000 gathering there...
What looks interesting, so far:
Splunk
http://www.splunk.com/
(this will be updated)
Behind the scenes blog here.
Around 11,000 gathering there...
What looks interesting, so far:
Splunk
http://www.splunk.com/
(this will be updated)
Fillerbunny (genetically engineered)
Aw. Can you believe this lovely little thing?
Fillerbunny is a small, pink cartoon rabbit. You know the kind with giant eyes, huge buck teeth, and head that is bigger than its body. His entire purpose in life is to be cute and entertain the reader with his exploits. Unlike Jhonen's other page filler Happy Noodle Boy, Fillerbunny tries to make the reader smile in between convulsions from the numerous injections he receives, and the occasional begging to have someone kill him.
Wikipedia entry here.
O.O
I love it.
August 05, 2005
Goddamit!
A Rubik's Cube can have (8! × 38−1) × (12! × 212−1)/2 = 43,252,003,274,489,856,000 different positions (~4.3 × 1019), about 43 quintillion, but it is advertised only as having "billions" of positions, due to the general incomprehensibility of that number. Despite the vast number of positions, all cubes can be solved in 29 moves or fewer.
Ok. I can´t f*cking solve it. I´m way getting into the obsession phase...
Sh*t. Must... do it...
Ok. I can´t f*cking solve it. I´m way getting into the obsession phase...
Sh*t. Must... do it...
August 04, 2005
O.O (oui, ces´t moi)
I was doomed from the beggining.
I see it clearly now.
The glasses had no glass. That explains a lot.
>:*)
August 03, 2005
The little black box...
¿What will it be, the little thing next to the big screen from where the kids of 2008? 2010? 2015? can control everything -movies music data- on the living room?
Will it be ubicuous?
Will it be a monopoly?
Will it came from the computer industry, or the CE, or the cable companies?
Will it be cool? It has to.
Will it let me burn Plan 9 into a DVD no matter the format it is in on the hard drive?
Have I said already how much I hate ants?????
Will it be ubicuous?
Will it be a monopoly?
Will it came from the computer industry, or the CE, or the cable companies?
Will it be cool? It has to.
Will it let me burn Plan 9 into a DVD no matter the format it is in on the hard drive?
Have I said already how much I hate ants?????
August 02, 2005
Is it true?
"The best thing for being sad... is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds.
"There is only one thing for it then--to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting..."
-T.H. White, The Once and Future King
*BTW. I have been reading and reading science blogs all night (don´t ask) and happen to notice that I found not a single one in spanish, at least not in the subject I was following the thread of on blogsnow, wich is the new stupid "idea" of Bu$h to teach ID in schools. Usually, when I follow threads on any tech story, I find at least three or four blogs on spanish, but none this time. Too bad, I guess.
Then I realized I was writing this in english. And switched.
ENTONCES... ¿Enseñar creacionismo ("diseño inteligente") y evolución al mismo tiempo, para que entiendan "de qué se trata el debate"???? ¿Qué le pasa???? Espero que Fox no tome prestadas estas ideas.
¿Saben qué es lo peor? Lo peor es que yo no soy científica. Ahí si saben de alguno que se ocupe de divulgar estas cosas online, me avisan.
"There is only one thing for it then--to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting..."
-T.H. White, The Once and Future King
*BTW. I have been reading and reading science blogs all night (don´t ask) and happen to notice that I found not a single one in spanish, at least not in the subject I was following the thread of on blogsnow, wich is the new stupid "idea" of Bu$h to teach ID in schools. Usually, when I follow threads on any tech story, I find at least three or four blogs on spanish, but none this time. Too bad, I guess.
Then I realized I was writing this in english. And switched.
ENTONCES... ¿Enseñar creacionismo ("diseño inteligente") y evolución al mismo tiempo, para que entiendan "de qué se trata el debate"???? ¿Qué le pasa???? Espero que Fox no tome prestadas estas ideas.
¿Saben qué es lo peor? Lo peor es que yo no soy científica. Ahí si saben de alguno que se ocupe de divulgar estas cosas online, me avisan.
July 31, 2005
The 16 mm shrine (loserdom!)
OMG. ¿The next Filthy Critic?
Ash Karreau hate films, and soon you will too.
Visit his blog here. ;*)
Some gems, and I quote:
The best performance of the picture comes from Karen Black, but this may be because pretty much everyone else in the film is awful, and she shines in comparison, kind of like watching amateur porn on the internet and fixating on the one girl who’s an amateur by choice, not by virtue of bad skin and a thyroid condition.
Written by Roald Dahl, the novel is one of a series of children’s stories that seem appropriate for kids at first but clearly exhibits the kind of violent creepiness most often seen inChristopher Walken films and John Wayne Gacy’s paintings of clowns .
Actually, he’s not even that popular, it’s just that he’s infiltrated into the ranks of cult directors worshipped by snotty video store clerks hoping their nerdy taste will somehow elevate them to Quentin Tarantino status in the eyes of the attractive waitresses from the all-night coffee shop next door.
...sort of like a Tarantino movie but without the occasional amoral bloodbath to liven things up
Aw! Sweet bitterness. I´m his fan.
Ash Karreau hate films, and soon you will too.
Visit his blog here. ;*)
Some gems, and I quote:
The best performance of the picture comes from Karen Black, but this may be because pretty much everyone else in the film is awful, and she shines in comparison, kind of like watching amateur porn on the internet and fixating on the one girl who’s an amateur by choice, not by virtue of bad skin and a thyroid condition.
Written by Roald Dahl, the novel is one of a series of children’s stories that seem appropriate for kids at first but clearly exhibits the kind of violent creepiness most often seen inChristopher Walken films and John Wayne Gacy’s paintings of clowns .
Actually, he’s not even that popular, it’s just that he’s infiltrated into the ranks of cult directors worshipped by snotty video store clerks hoping their nerdy taste will somehow elevate them to Quentin Tarantino status in the eyes of the attractive waitresses from the all-night coffee shop next door.
...sort of like a Tarantino movie but without the occasional amoral bloodbath to liven things up
Aw! Sweet bitterness. I´m his fan.
July 30, 2005
And I stop to complain...
Stayed up too late. Too much alcohol in my system. I open my eyes. I´m alone. Grab something to eat. Grab something to read. I feel retro. I will have the first encyclopedia in the second row, thank you. They´re all red and shiny. I think nobody ever has even opened this one. "Language and..." Oh. Interesting. Semiotic.
"De este modo, el signo linguistico queda constituido por una doble realidad mental..."
(double? that´s so... 70´s)
But they caught me... I keep on reading.
"El complejo sistema de la lengua es una herencia que recibimos de las generaciones anteriores, la resistencia colectiva a toda innovacion linguistica, debido a la necesidad de comprensión del mensaje antes aducida, hace que la inmutabilidad sea característica sustancial del signo linguistico".
Meh. I like neologisms.
I can´t stand, though, some words people use daily this days. Some people. Most. "chilo", for example. What is up with that word? They use it for everything.
Then, some others that are more inherent to the social environment, I guess. Like "pistear", or "chingo", or "fregazo", or "cochis" -es que yo elegiría automáticamente la palabra cerdo-.
Does that make me a liguistic snob?
And.
I dont know what to think of the people that always answer with the same strings of words: "Ya ves". "A poco si". "Pues que bien, no?". ETC (you know what I mean)
I mean. (in case you dont know hehe) Are those SUSTITUTES of ideas? Like, I dont really know what to say or the fuck I dont understand a single word of what she is saying so they just reply with those same standard safety nets for their ignorance?
Or they just think is not worth it to say more than three words?
On the other hand, there is the people that goes on and on talking nonsense. Who am I to judge anybody right?
BTW. Hendrix rules.
"De este modo, el signo linguistico queda constituido por una doble realidad mental..."
(double? that´s so... 70´s)
But they caught me... I keep on reading.
"El complejo sistema de la lengua es una herencia que recibimos de las generaciones anteriores, la resistencia colectiva a toda innovacion linguistica, debido a la necesidad de comprensión del mensaje antes aducida, hace que la inmutabilidad sea característica sustancial del signo linguistico".
Meh. I like neologisms.
I can´t stand, though, some words people use daily this days. Some people. Most. "chilo", for example. What is up with that word? They use it for everything.
Then, some others that are more inherent to the social environment, I guess. Like "pistear", or "chingo", or "fregazo", or "cochis" -es que yo elegiría automáticamente la palabra cerdo-.
Does that make me a liguistic snob?
And.
I dont know what to think of the people that always answer with the same strings of words: "Ya ves". "A poco si". "Pues que bien, no?". ETC (you know what I mean)
I mean. (in case you dont know hehe) Are those SUSTITUTES of ideas? Like, I dont really know what to say or the fuck I dont understand a single word of what she is saying so they just reply with those same standard safety nets for their ignorance?
Or they just think is not worth it to say more than three words?
On the other hand, there is the people that goes on and on talking nonsense. Who am I to judge anybody right?
BTW. Hendrix rules.
July 28, 2005
War, ceasefire, endgame [IRA] ¿?
All IRA units have been ordered to dump arms.
"There is also a universal responsibility to tackle sectarianism in all its forms. "
Full statement at the Guardian.
The Irish Times here, and the BBC take on it.
30+ years...
"There is also a universal responsibility to tackle sectarianism in all its forms. "
Full statement at the Guardian.
The Irish Times here, and the BBC take on it.
30+ years...
July 27, 2005
Viaje al Centro de la Tierra
Oh. And this (First measurements of Earth's core radioactivity) out just the day I started reading the novel of J.V.
Believe it or not, I haven´t read that one. I know. I know. You´re supposed to read this one when you´re 12 or something. But my readings have been rather chaotic. Nietzche, Goethe, Novalis, Cervantes at 8. Verne (second one), Feynman, Jenilek, Hesse (I lost the count one) at 29.
What? I´m in chapter 19. As a matter of fact, the only book I have read from J.V is Around the World in 80 days. Actually one of my favorites. Ever. Makes me smile just to remember some lines.
Yeah I´m the uncoolest person you´ll ever meet.
Believe it or not, I haven´t read that one. I know. I know. You´re supposed to read this one when you´re 12 or something. But my readings have been rather chaotic. Nietzche, Goethe, Novalis, Cervantes at 8. Verne (second one), Feynman, Jenilek, Hesse (I lost the count one) at 29.
What? I´m in chapter 19. As a matter of fact, the only book I have read from J.V is Around the World in 80 days. Actually one of my favorites. Ever. Makes me smile just to remember some lines.
Yeah I´m the uncoolest person you´ll ever meet.
Look, we are cool!
Ok, so the new Windows Vista (eeew, just to write that makes me vomit) beta is out now.
They said august 3, but releasing it today a few days (three) before makes them look cooler, I guess. Look, we have it ready before we said!!!
Ahem. Not delayed for three years, right???? people is stupid, right? *cough*
Of course, it has nothing to do with the investors meeting tomorrow, right?
Plus, no more mr. nice windows updates -aka patches for our crappy software- for you people, not without us peeking into your machine at least, oh well, only the security ones, that´s right, we are that generous....
Ugh.
They said august 3, but releasing it today a few days (three) before makes them look cooler, I guess. Look, we have it ready before we said!!!
Ahem. Not delayed for three years, right???? people is stupid, right? *cough*
Of course, it has nothing to do with the investors meeting tomorrow, right?
Plus, no more mr. nice windows updates -aka patches for our crappy software- for you people, not without us peeking into your machine at least, oh well, only the security ones, that´s right, we are that generous....
Ugh.
CETYS Tijuana en ImagineCup 2005
Representando a México en la categoría de Software Design.
La final se llevará a cabo en Yokohama, Japón, a finales de julio.
You go, guys!
La final se llevará a cabo en Yokohama, Japón, a finales de julio.
You go, guys!
Mac Mini, iBook mini upgrades
Webcams for the Congressman
Ok. So they are installing cameras. Webcameras? To see what´re they doing (they, the damned asholes who seat there for a couple of hours -you know, they need their nap-, go to the best restaurants and drive suburbans with our money).
I say, they should better set up this equipment in the monkey cages at the local zoo.
They do basically the same anyway. At least we can have a little respect for the monkeys.
WHAT?!
I say, they should better set up this equipment in the monkey cages at the local zoo.
They do basically the same anyway. At least we can have a little respect for the monkeys.
WHAT?!
July 25, 2005
The world fastest...
Japan wants to build the world fastest supercomputer...
"Japan wants to develop a supercomputer that can operate at 10 petaflops, or 10 quadrillion calculations per second, which is 73 times faster than the Blue Gene"
The article here.
To do what? Simulating the formation of galaxy and the interactions between a medicine and the human body. They say.
"Japan wants to develop a supercomputer that can operate at 10 petaflops, or 10 quadrillion calculations per second, which is 73 times faster than the Blue Gene"
The article here.
To do what? Simulating the formation of galaxy and the interactions between a medicine and the human body. They say.
Light of a Fading Star
The things I get in the mail... Flogging Molly, soon in San Diego, CA.
They have a nice & light flash player on the site, with some full songs of the new album.
Hm. I dont know exactly why. But I like them. >:*)
They have a nice & light flash player on the site, with some full songs of the new album.
Hm. I dont know exactly why. But I like them. >:*)
Percepción
No, I didn´t knew. How was I supposed to know? I dont live in the real word, you know? Things like this, I´m not aware off...
Ask to me about the Hesse novel I´m reading... Or, what is the last thing I´m trying to understand about the man -in a philosophical sense, of course-. Tell you what, you can even ask me about the last gadgets, or the trends in technology. I even care more about the leaves the wind is playing with... Or sexuality, you can ask me about that. I´m open to all subjects known to men!
But the real world, as in, you know, well, like this one thing?
Forget it.
Oh yes, I´m making a documentary on it. What?!
Ask to me about the Hesse novel I´m reading... Or, what is the last thing I´m trying to understand about the man -in a philosophical sense, of course-. Tell you what, you can even ask me about the last gadgets, or the trends in technology. I even care more about the leaves the wind is playing with... Or sexuality, you can ask me about that. I´m open to all subjects known to men!
But the real world, as in, you know, well, like this one thing?
Forget it.
Oh yes, I´m making a documentary on it. What?!
July 23, 2005
July 22, 2005
Wasn´t Longhorn cooler anyway?
Windows Vista.... Ewww
Is it normal to wake up thinking on sex, then, the existance of God, then, the weird dream I just had, then, the movie I´m about to see, then jump out of the bed with an "I just missed the appointment with the doctor again goddamit!!!!"
Grandma-> Yeah, but you were up in the computer until past three in the morning, didnt you?
Moi-> Uh. Yup. Ugh. I guess so. Hum.
Uh? Brain... Needs... Food... Coffee... (drink of the gods, at least the gods who are cranky in the morning//QC, OC)
Is it normal to wake up thinking on sex, then, the existance of God, then, the weird dream I just had, then, the movie I´m about to see, then jump out of the bed with an "I just missed the appointment with the doctor again goddamit!!!!"
Grandma-> Yeah, but you were up in the computer until past three in the morning, didnt you?
Moi-> Uh. Yup. Ugh. I guess so. Hum.
Uh? Brain... Needs... Food... Coffee... (drink of the gods, at least the gods who are cranky in the morning//QC, OC)
Pi Aproximation Day
Well, today is Pi Aproximation Day, and here is some great music to celebrate it.
Do not miss the "State Garden" soundtrack.
So great.
Should I talk about my break down? Nah....
Do not miss the "State Garden" soundtrack.
So great.
Should I talk about my break down? Nah....
July 21, 2005
July 20, 2005
Random (Waiting in my desk)
Hoy por la mañana olí mis manos. Es por la posición en que duermo, cuando despierto, siempre están cerca de mi nariz. Las olí, pues. Es un acto reflejo, sin querer. Es más, para cuando me doy cuenta, mi cerebro ya está registrando a qué huelen. Y olían a galletas de vainilla y azúcar. Hmmmm. Yummy. Y ahora, sentada en mi escritorio, esperando que me entregen una página, oscurezco un poco la luz en mis ojos ( a mis ojos no les gusta la luz) los entrecierro y otra vez, sin querer, vuelvo a oler mis manos. Esta vez huelen a talco.
¿Estoy desvariando?
¿Estoy desvariando?
Fly me to the moon (y el blog de moda)
Fly me to the moon.
Y el blog de moda. (tech, I mean)
Mood: Laconic.
>:*P
ACTUALLY...
I forgot about this. When all you get in the e-mail is an e-mail about Aronofsky being at Comic-Con to promote "The Fountain". What! The Fountain! I didn´t knew he was making a new movie! Hmmm Oh as I was saying, when all you get blah blah Oh Forget it.
Last night, I saw "El tambor de hojalata" again. What a master piece. I love it. I feel so much like Agnes eating the fish...
Y el blog de moda. (tech, I mean)
Mood: Laconic.
>:*P
ACTUALLY...
I forgot about this. When all you get in the e-mail is an e-mail about Aronofsky being at Comic-Con to promote "The Fountain". What! The Fountain! I didn´t knew he was making a new movie! Hmmm Oh as I was saying, when all you get blah blah Oh Forget it.
Last night, I saw "El tambor de hojalata" again. What a master piece. I love it. I feel so much like Agnes eating the fish...
July 18, 2005
Biotech (uh oh)
Why in the world did I selected biotechnology as the subject of my next article, only God knows, but the fact is I did, and now I´m hooked up with it. It is, indeed, fascinating. As I kept reading I was full of mental Oh´s and Ah´s. Even some Oh Wow´s. So... Better share the love, right?
First, I came across this article on a new Institute for Genomic Medicine open in Texas.
Lexicon is a pioneer in gene trapping technology and will use $35 million of the grant to make two copies of its knockout mouse embryonic stem cell library that will contain 350,000 cell lines. A knockout mouse is a mouse with a gene that is "turned off" so scientists can find out the function of each gene.
Yeah.
Then, the article "More time needed for biotechnology debate"...
Pre-implantation diagnosis should not be allowed. Pre-natal testing should be allowed if there is a possibility of the parents passing on a genetic disease to their children. Polar-body biopsy should be allowed only in the case of a serious illness. Human cloning should be prohibited on all counts, even for therapeutic purposes.
Oh...
And then the North Carolina Biotechnology Center, with its Biotech 101 Guide and the reference to the Biotechnology Industry Organization at Bio.org. (Nice set of milestones 2005 here, btw)
The original intention of the article is a question. Are we culturally ready?
Weell. Are we?
First, I came across this article on a new Institute for Genomic Medicine open in Texas.
Lexicon is a pioneer in gene trapping technology and will use $35 million of the grant to make two copies of its knockout mouse embryonic stem cell library that will contain 350,000 cell lines. A knockout mouse is a mouse with a gene that is "turned off" so scientists can find out the function of each gene.
Yeah.
Then, the article "More time needed for biotechnology debate"...
Pre-implantation diagnosis should not be allowed. Pre-natal testing should be allowed if there is a possibility of the parents passing on a genetic disease to their children. Polar-body biopsy should be allowed only in the case of a serious illness. Human cloning should be prohibited on all counts, even for therapeutic purposes.
Oh...
And then the North Carolina Biotechnology Center, with its Biotech 101 Guide and the reference to the Biotechnology Industry Organization at Bio.org. (Nice set of milestones 2005 here, btw)
The original intention of the article is a question. Are we culturally ready?
Weell. Are we?
July 16, 2005
Telepatía
Hm. I was truly sad last night. So sad, that the rescue gang came to my aid and virtually dragged me out of the house into a club (what an eww club btw).
I had have no food in the whole day, and there I was, sitting in a bed (yes, a bed) watching stupid people performing "their moves" and trying to get something not too bad for my poor organism at the bar.
Well I finally survived the night, but the post is not about it, the post is about... The lecture! Yeah. There was this girl in the car with us, boy she was nasty, a friend of the girlfriend of my youngest brother, and she kept talking and talking about her new cellphone and that it had "blutut", so I say, if you can tell me what Bluetooth is, I´ll buy you a beer.
So she starts her lecture... "It is like to connect, to make phones work like... Like telepaty, you know???"
Ohhhh The enlightment!!!!!! I almost cry of laughing.
what?!
I had have no food in the whole day, and there I was, sitting in a bed (yes, a bed) watching stupid people performing "their moves" and trying to get something not too bad for my poor organism at the bar.
Well I finally survived the night, but the post is not about it, the post is about... The lecture! Yeah. There was this girl in the car with us, boy she was nasty, a friend of the girlfriend of my youngest brother, and she kept talking and talking about her new cellphone and that it had "blutut", so I say, if you can tell me what Bluetooth is, I´ll buy you a beer.
So she starts her lecture... "It is like to connect, to make phones work like... Like telepaty, you know???"
Ohhhh The enlightment!!!!!! I almost cry of laughing.
what?!
July 14, 2005
Agh. Redacción.
Me levanto de mi escritorio porque tengo sed y alguien me asusta con un qué bonita te ves hoy! Eh? Había gente aquí? Ugh. Aparentemente, sí. Por ahí. Ah. Iba pasando justo frente a al menos 5 individuos. Lo miro de reojo y sigo caminando hasta mi escritorio.
Me sigue.
¿Te enojaste porque te dije que te ves muy bonita hoy? ¿Porqué te enojas porque te digo que te ves bonita? Mira, a mi no me gustan las mujeres, asi que es un cumplido en serio. ¿Por qué no me quieres?
Fuck off.
Me sigue.
¿Te enojaste porque te dije que te ves muy bonita hoy? ¿Porqué te enojas porque te digo que te ves bonita? Mira, a mi no me gustan las mujeres, asi que es un cumplido en serio. ¿Por qué no me quieres?
Fuck off.
July 13, 2005
July 12, 2005
biocomputation (or... life from scratch)
Normally, new life is created via reproduction, with each generation passing its genes on to the next. But Dr. Venter aims to bypass that process by manufacturing a complete set of genes, or genome, of a single-cell bacterium in his laboratory.The guys of Edge on biocomputation. Interesting, as always.
Hot coffee! (mod)
Soooo... Now you can get a mod to have the grand theft auto characters have sex. (Story here)
And they may change the rating now...
wtf?
We´re talking of a game in wich you can kill people in the streets just like that. Brrrrrraummm. Dead. Oh and you can came back and finish them up again. I have seen my little cousin do that to women. And laugh. Well... I dont know what to say.
It reminds me of Team America. The funny puppets having sex, so offensive, nevermind the real violence. That is not offensive, that is funny, huh.
I wonder what is their rate for the last suicide attack in Israel.
Mature, for 17 and up?
And they may change the rating now...
wtf?
We´re talking of a game in wich you can kill people in the streets just like that. Brrrrrraummm. Dead. Oh and you can came back and finish them up again. I have seen my little cousin do that to women. And laugh. Well... I dont know what to say.
It reminds me of Team America. The funny puppets having sex, so offensive, nevermind the real violence. That is not offensive, that is funny, huh.
I wonder what is their rate for the last suicide attack in Israel.
Mature, for 17 and up?
July 11, 2005
July 09, 2005
Strike. (whatever)
Qrio. Sports. Anything to keep attention of what is really important, uh. Or is it? I have a big purple bruise for trying to hit a ball. A soft ball. It came in an unexpected direction. I was so ready to hit it. Like, 1 mt away from the place where it actually hitted me. Was I wrong placed? Was the ball a mistake? Was I supposed to know it would have such a twisted change of direction even tought all the others were the same? I don´t know. It was fun, thought.
I like bruises anyway.
July 08, 2005
June 28, 2005
No molestar (do not disturb)
La autora de este blog se está dedicando con diligencia extrema a la difícil pero inmensamente satisfactoria tarea de ser la mujer más feliz del mundo.
Que Dios nos ampare.
>;*)
Que Dios nos ampare.
>;*)
June 20, 2005
MSN Search Local Beta
They are catching up with A9, Yahoo and Google blah blah blah
What is really interesting is the integration with Virtual Earth (actually they shoud call it virtual US, since it only works for this country)
Steve Lombardi says they have big plans for other countries, though. Wow. Virtual Earth has been developed for around 10 years.
So, this is what Microsoft does best. They buy cool companies, and then put their sticky hands in them, usually making them uncool. I hope they dont ruin this one.
Hmmm. Does this satellite maps with ULTRA zoom features mean I can make "virtual" shooting of random people??? I mean, look at them! The people look like cute little targets!
Err.
Uhm.
Whooops.
(Sola en redacción. Y me acabo de despachar una bolsa de Doritos con salsita chamoy -alguien la dejó en el comedor- y una pepsi light. De la otra ya no había en la maquinita. TV on. Phones still ringing. But I dont answer >:*) Estoy nerviosa!!!
What is really interesting is the integration with Virtual Earth (actually they shoud call it virtual US, since it only works for this country)
Steve Lombardi says they have big plans for other countries, though. Wow. Virtual Earth has been developed for around 10 years.
"I think we should close be finding your house",that´s what Lombardi says to the camera guy at the video in channel 9. (I watched it all. Yeah I have no life. Wait. This kind of stuff is my life. Oh no! I love my work! YEAH AND IT HELPS ME TO FORGET HOW SICK MY FAMILY MAKES ME FEEL SOMETIMES)
So, this is what Microsoft does best. They buy cool companies, and then put their sticky hands in them, usually making them uncool. I hope they dont ruin this one.
Hmmm. Does this satellite maps with ULTRA zoom features mean I can make "virtual" shooting of random people??? I mean, look at them! The people look like cute little targets!
Err.
Uhm.
Whooops.
(Sola en redacción. Y me acabo de despachar una bolsa de Doritos con salsita chamoy -alguien la dejó en el comedor- y una pepsi light. De la otra ya no había en la maquinita. TV on. Phones still ringing. But I dont answer >:*) Estoy nerviosa!!!
The Net, moi, and 15 minutes
Cosmos 1 ready for Space Launch.
Guess what? Sony isn't Happy About Porn on the PSP
Heh. We are. Let´s hack the UMD >;*)
Widescreen iBook coming on 2006.
With new provider. But who cares anyway. OMG. 15.4". Damn you Apple!
This one from the huh? department: Microsoft take on BitTorrent.
The submarine-launched rocket, carrying the solar sail is targeted for liftoff on June 21 at 3:46 p.m.Wow.
Guess what? Sony isn't Happy About Porn on the PSP
Heh. We are. Let´s hack the UMD >;*)
Widescreen iBook coming on 2006.
With new provider. But who cares anyway. OMG. 15.4". Damn you Apple!
This one from the huh? department: Microsoft take on BitTorrent.
Microsoft has published a research paper outlining new file-sharing technology similar to that used by BitTorrent. Code-named Avalanche, the software uses a new technique called network codingHuh?
June 18, 2005
toolz to impruv yur skillz
Today I´ll be a good girl and will not complain about anything.
First tool of the day: FireANT/NotTV.
Some nice weekend tunes at Think Tank. (Pixies. Hell yeah)
BTW, have you yet seen the Google Cheat Sheet?
Open Solaris, out.
First tool of the day: FireANT/NotTV.
Some nice weekend tunes at Think Tank. (Pixies. Hell yeah)
BTW, have you yet seen the Google Cheat Sheet?
Open Solaris, out.
June 17, 2005
404 error report
The requested document is not on this server.
I even tried matching your request
with all the re-mapped pages I know about.
but nothing helped.
I'm really depressed about this.
You see, I'm a really good web server...
but here I am, brain the size of the universe,
trying to serve you a simple web page,
and it doesn't even exist!
Where does that leave me?!
I mean, I don't even know you.
How should I know what you wanted from me?
You honestly think I can *guess*,
what someone I don't even *know*,
wants to find here?
*sigh*
Man, I'm so depressed I could just cry.
And then where would we be, I ask you?
It's not pretty when a web server cries.
And where do you get off telling me what to show anyway?
Just because I'm a web server,
and possibly a manic depressive one at that?
Why does that give you the right to tell me what to do?
Huh?
I'm so depressed...
I think I'll crawl off into the trash can and decompose.
I mean, I'm gonna be obsolete in what, two weeks anyway?
What kind of a life is that?
Two effing weeks,
and then I'll be replaced by a .01 release,
that thinks it's God's gift to web servers,
just because it doesn't have some tiddly little
security hole with its HTTP POST implementation,
or something.
I'm really sorry to burden you with all this,
I mean, it's not your job to listen to my problems,
and I guess it is my job to go and fetch web pages for you.
But I couldn't get this one.
I'm so sorry.
Believe me!
Maybe I could interest you in another page?
There are a lot out there that are pretty neat, they say,
with lots of pretty naked web servers on them,
although none of them were put on *my* server, of course.
Figures, huh?
Everything here is just mind-numbingly stupid.
That makes me depressed too, since I have to serve them,
all day and all night long.
Two weeks of information overload,
and then *pffftt*, consigned to the trash.
What kind of a life is that?
Now, please let me sulk alone.
I'm so depressed.
*Found it while looking for a clay illustration tutorial.
I even tried matching your request
with all the re-mapped pages I know about.
but nothing helped.
I'm really depressed about this.
You see, I'm a really good web server...
but here I am, brain the size of the universe,
trying to serve you a simple web page,
and it doesn't even exist!
Where does that leave me?!
I mean, I don't even know you.
How should I know what you wanted from me?
You honestly think I can *guess*,
what someone I don't even *know*,
wants to find here?
*sigh*
Man, I'm so depressed I could just cry.
And then where would we be, I ask you?
It's not pretty when a web server cries.
And where do you get off telling me what to show anyway?
Just because I'm a web server,
and possibly a manic depressive one at that?
Why does that give you the right to tell me what to do?
Huh?
I'm so depressed...
I think I'll crawl off into the trash can and decompose.
I mean, I'm gonna be obsolete in what, two weeks anyway?
What kind of a life is that?
Two effing weeks,
and then I'll be replaced by a .01 release,
that thinks it's God's gift to web servers,
just because it doesn't have some tiddly little
security hole with its HTTP POST implementation,
or something.
I'm really sorry to burden you with all this,
I mean, it's not your job to listen to my problems,
and I guess it is my job to go and fetch web pages for you.
But I couldn't get this one.
I'm so sorry.
Believe me!
Maybe I could interest you in another page?
There are a lot out there that are pretty neat, they say,
with lots of pretty naked web servers on them,
although none of them were put on *my* server, of course.
Figures, huh?
Everything here is just mind-numbingly stupid.
That makes me depressed too, since I have to serve them,
all day and all night long.
Two weeks of information overload,
and then *pffftt*, consigned to the trash.
What kind of a life is that?
Now, please let me sulk alone.
I'm so depressed.
*Found it while looking for a clay illustration tutorial.
Bloqueo (the show must go on)
Siempre me pregunté como harían las actrices, especialmente las actrices de comedia, especialmente las que tenían un show diario, salir a decir estupideces un día en el que se estuvieran derrumbando por dentro, en el que la tristeza fuera tanta que no dejara respirar. Ya saben, esos días en los que no se pueden controlar las lágrimas. Gruesas, pesadas, como grilletes atados en los tobillos a una bola de acero /como se llaman esas cosas/ No tengo idea. ¿Cómo harían?
Supongo que en automático. Por inercia. No lo sé.
Hoy no tengo ganas de escribir.
No quiero. Y sin embargo, debo hacerlo. Entonces, me siento un poco como la actriz que debe salir con el disfraz ridículo y los chistes insulsos a hacer reír mientras las rocas del alma caen a pedazos en un mar de lava.
El dolor, rastrero. El dolor, un ave de carroña, devorándose un corazón seco.
No big deal. Just the average melacholic post of fridays at 19:30.
I am that predictable.
¿Por qué no dejo de ver un carrusel girando al compás de esa musiquita suave, empalagosa, que le ponen a las bailarinas de porcelana de las cajitas de musica?
Hoy me he quedado muda.
Supongo que en automático. Por inercia. No lo sé.
Hoy no tengo ganas de escribir.
No quiero. Y sin embargo, debo hacerlo. Entonces, me siento un poco como la actriz que debe salir con el disfraz ridículo y los chistes insulsos a hacer reír mientras las rocas del alma caen a pedazos en un mar de lava.
El dolor, rastrero. El dolor, un ave de carroña, devorándose un corazón seco.
No big deal. Just the average melacholic post of fridays at 19:30.
I am that predictable.
¿Por qué no dejo de ver un carrusel girando al compás de esa musiquita suave, empalagosa, que le ponen a las bailarinas de porcelana de las cajitas de musica?
Hoy me he quedado muda.
Craft Girl
Mi diseñador y yo estamos locos. Ahora nos vamos a poner a hacer monitos de plastilina.
Voy a parodiar a la gerente de ventas de HP para latinoamérica (con tono de voz colmbiano): Señor cliente, I don´t give a damn if you don´t like it!
That one goes out for the one complaining that he hasnt get a single call after TWO paid ads on Informática wanting to buy his shitty ERP.
Ahhhh. Feels good.
Voy a parodiar a la gerente de ventas de HP para latinoamérica (con tono de voz colmbiano): Señor cliente, I don´t give a damn if you don´t like it!
That one goes out for the one complaining that he hasnt get a single call after TWO paid ads on Informática wanting to buy his shitty ERP.
Ahhhh. Feels good.
June 16, 2005
One free minute
The idea is rather neat.
This remind me of some Bernard Shaw quotes...
"Decency is Indecency’s Conspiracy of Silence"
&
"No man dares say so much of what he thinks as to appear to himself an extremist."
Hm. More here, in case you´re interested in GBS.
I say. Cool. But why 60 seconds? How about all the time?
This remind me of some Bernard Shaw quotes...
"Decency is Indecency’s Conspiracy of Silence"
&
"No man dares say so much of what he thinks as to appear to himself an extremist."
Hm. More here, in case you´re interested in GBS.
I say. Cool. But why 60 seconds? How about all the time?
Digitally Imported
Way too much emo, indie and classic lately. Today, I´m going back to trance.
Ahhhh. What a relief.
(I... tripping) >;*)
Ahhhh. What a relief.
(I... tripping) >;*)
June 15, 2005
Jeez. Fuck. I loved this speech.
So, this is Jobs talking to students at Stanford. It is the transcript.
"You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. "
"You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. "
No es tan fácil deshacerse de mí
Sorry guys, I´m back from GDL. Did I tasted *any* tequila? NO.
Inbox/Desktop/Mind overload.
(viajar en avión después de ver Fight Club? mala idea).
Hmmm.
Rather cool.
Inbox/Desktop/Mind overload.
(viajar en avión después de ver Fight Club? mala idea).
Hmmm.
Rather cool.
June 12, 2005
Another sunday (awaiting one summer rain)
Otro dolor en el pecho, otra pregunta, otra respuesta, otra tempestad, otro nubarrón, otra mentira, otra verdad, otra llamada, otra existencia miserable, otro beso muerto, otro afecto, otro eco de dulzura, otro reconocimiento, otro pesar, otro sol, otra nube, otro cielo, otro sabor en mi boca, otra resignación, otra lucha, otro paso, otro sueño, otra manera de extrañarte, otro suicidio moral, otra ausencia, otro razonamiento, otra locura, otro latido, otro suspiro, otra respiración entrecortada, otro silencio, otra muerte, otra vida, otra laguna,otras 24 horas sin tí, otra vuelta del reloj, otro día, otra fábula, otra hoja en blanco, otro vacío.
Hoy, ninguna lágrima.
No se puede romper lo que ya está roto.
Hoy, ninguna lágrima.
No se puede romper lo que ya está roto.
June 10, 2005
MacOS X secret double life...
Still trying to figure it all out. But check the cute poll at Joy of Tech.
Also, the five stages of Intel Macs. (Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance?). Poll results here.And um... Maybe you can take a little revenge on Jobs.
Bullshit^infinite (o la falacia de pasarse en limpio)
Yo no se que escritor decía que quedarse así, sin hacer nada, meditando sobre tantísimas cosas, no era inútil. Era necesario. Era pasarse en limpio. Ah. Ya me acorde. Era German Dehesa. Y en nadamenos que la revista Quién. Sue me. Estaba en Huásabas, donde el material de lectura es escaso. Con decirles que hasta me leí el cinco minutos de junio *casi completo* -sí, ese librito que publica la grey católico apostólico romana para la gente que no tiene nada que hacer-. Y yo no tenía nada que hacer. Parecía alma en pena sin mi amada conexión a Internet. Así que finalmente me harté y me fui al monte a tomar fotografías y a que el sol me quemara la piel y a tratar de anestesiar por un momento el dolor que no me deja vivir en paz. Pero decía que pasarse en limpio es una falacia. Digo, Dehesa decía que en el artículo que por cierto era una revista atrasada (diciembre, creo, y por Dios, en esa revista solo hablan de quien se caso con quien, quien va a tener un hijo de quien, que se puso quien.... QUIEN you get the idea) que ya tenía tantos años y tantas experiencias acumuladas que preferia quedarse en su sillón a "leerse" a si mismo que salir a hacer cualquier otra cosa, o leer cualquier otra cosa. Meditar sobre el trabalenguas en el que poco a poco se va convirtiendo la vida de uno, pues. Pasarse en limpio. Sí, como no. Yo me la paso haciendo eso y la hoja siempre termina llena de borrones. Otra vez llena de borrones y hecha una bola de papel y a la basura. Bueno, a veces hago un avioncito, pero nunca me salen bien. Por más que quiero hacerlos volar, se van en picada.
:*/
Happy friday.
:*/
Happy friday.
June 08, 2005
June 05, 2005
Vladimir Kush (and scorpions and um...)
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June 04, 2005
Most harmful books? O.ô
Now I must read them all.
Thank you guys for giving me a new reading list.
What now? Are you burning them?
Of all of them, I have only read "The Second Sex", a book them seem to consider like the beginning of the feminist movement. Well all I read in that book was truths, truths and more truths, specially coming from where I come, a small town in the sonora desert. (The Capital, dad took it away from my hands at 15 saying it would be bad for me. I had it almost finished, though, I missed one or two pages, maybe. Heh. I had to read it at the light of a small little lamp next to my bed because lights were not allowed after past 9:30 pm or so... SO I managed >:*) Imagine the nightmare of going to bed at that hour for a nocturne being like me)
Harmful?
UGH.
The only one I´m more than ambivalent of is Mein Kampf, I mean, of reading it.
But yes, I would probably read it if I had it.
And no, I´m not feminist.
Thank you guys for giving me a new reading list.
What now? Are you burning them?
Of all of them, I have only read "The Second Sex", a book them seem to consider like the beginning of the feminist movement. Well all I read in that book was truths, truths and more truths, specially coming from where I come, a small town in the sonora desert. (The Capital, dad took it away from my hands at 15 saying it would be bad for me. I had it almost finished, though, I missed one or two pages, maybe. Heh. I had to read it at the light of a small little lamp next to my bed because lights were not allowed after past 9:30 pm or so... SO I managed >:*) Imagine the nightmare of going to bed at that hour for a nocturne being like me)
Harmful?
UGH.
The only one I´m more than ambivalent of is Mein Kampf, I mean, of reading it.
But yes, I would probably read it if I had it.
And no, I´m not feminist.
June 03, 2005
Who made me happy today?
Well, everybody's reaction is changing you
But their love is only a fraction of what I can give to you
So let's do it, just get on a plane and just do it
Like the birds and the bees and get to it
Just get out of town and forever be free
Forever, I wonder we could stay together
It could change if you want for the better
Just turn down my shirt and lay down next to me*
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
*Lyrics from the new album of the White Stripes. Get behind me Satan.
But their love is only a fraction of what I can give to you
So let's do it, just get on a plane and just do it
Like the birds and the bees and get to it
Just get out of town and forever be free
Forever, I wonder we could stay together
It could change if you want for the better
Just turn down my shirt and lay down next to me*
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
*Lyrics from the new album of the White Stripes. Get behind me Satan.
June 02, 2005
June 01, 2005
May 31, 2005
Post recovered Post
Cuando era pequeña, era terriblemente soñadora. Yo no vivía en el mundo de las demás niñas. Jugar a las casitas, ayudar a mamá en la cocina, las muñecas. No. Eso no era para mí. Yo vivía en un mundo en el que había hadas de cabellos azules, ideales, flores extrañas que había que encontrar tras largas travesías, sierras nevadas. Un mundo en el que el bien y el mal coexistían y había redención. Y las horas se sentaban ante una mesa de té y lo confundían todo y una niña seguía un conejo una tarde de verano y un gato sonreía y una reina quería cortarle la cabeza a todo el mundo. Un mundo en el que había bondad, en el que la mirada de un par de ojos negros revelaba el universo. Un mundo en el que tu apellido lo decidía el animal que pasaba primero por el montoncito de arena que dejaban afuera el día que nacías. Y a veces era una bicicleta. Un mundo de acertijos y misterios que resolver. De piratas, indios, y gente pragmática que se ganaba el beso escondido en el rincón de la boca y no quería tomar la medicina. Un mundo en el que a final de cuentas, a uno, por tener la confianza de un niño, le quitan las cosas mientras uno se queda mirando con la boca abierta, atónito, sin poder comprender. Y en el que un soldado cae por la ventana y va en su barco de papel y se lo traga un pez y la bailarina es consumida por el fuego, y el idiota le ganaba al noble y la curiosidad era una rata y el lobo se comía a los cochinitos y la princesa brudulbudura cambiaba la lámpara vieja por una nueva y el castillo desaparecía y Sherezada inventaba historias cada noche y Simbad llegaba a tierras mágicas y Ulises escuchaba el canto de las sirenas y a platero le gustaban las granadas. Eran tan rojas y dulces. Y nadie sabía quien era a ciencia cierta y el amor era siempre trágico.
Miren que casualidad.
Miren que casualidad.
Break me a fucking give.
Yet another bad review of SW III.
Hey, what do you have against Yoda. And C3PO is not gay!
Jeez. As I said, I liked it. But I´m a fan. Sort of. Oh well...
Hey, what do you have against Yoda. And C3PO is not gay!
Jeez. As I said, I liked it. But I´m a fan. Sort of. Oh well...
May 27, 2005
Okami (E3 2005 trailer)
Okami is considered by some the best game released at E3.
Beautiful, and original, indeed. You can see some screens here.
From the Viewtiful Joe team, Okami is heavily inspired by Japanese calligraphy and watercolor. You play the sun god Amaterasu reincarnated as a wolf, sent to defeat an evil monster and restore color back to the world.The art direction is beautiful, but the innovation is in the gameplay.The trailer is here.
Beautiful, and original, indeed. You can see some screens here.
Aw Cohen...
Have you guys had a peek at the new BitTorrent Search site?
I know I´m supposed to be ambivalent about it. But I´m not.
Oh, C´mon.
I know I´m supposed to be ambivalent about it. But I´m not.
Oh, C´mon.
May 26, 2005
La lástima (ese tema de tesis)
He aquí un archivo de conciertos en vivo. I´m listening to one from Swan right now, y que bueno, porque solo algo así podría haber escuchado hoy.
One of this days...
¿Dónde, pues? Aquí. (Browse bands with MP3/Ogg versions) or Live... Or more recently added... Whatever.
Para escuchar la música es necesario un plugin para Winamp, que se puede descargar desde aquí. (software you need to listen).
Highest quality, from trade friendly artists only.
All right. Back to my own private hell. At least I have good music. >:*/
One of this days...
¿Dónde, pues? Aquí. (Browse bands with MP3/Ogg versions) or Live... Or more recently added... Whatever.
Para escuchar la música es necesario un plugin para Winamp, que se puede descargar desde aquí. (software you need to listen).
Highest quality, from trade friendly artists only.
All right. Back to my own private hell. At least I have good music. >:*/
May 25, 2005
In the beggining, it was the command line...
And all the BBS fun. Whee I want this documentary. It turns out it is from 2004. How come I didnt knew about it!!!
Why we lie? And why are we so good at it?
The answer according with Scientific American.
"The obvious question raised by all of this accounting is: Why do we lie so readily? The answer: because it works. The Homo sapiens who are best able to lie have an edge over their counterparts in a relentless struggle for the reproductive success that drives the engine of evolution. As humans, we must fit into a close-knit social system to succeed, yet our primary aim is still to look out for ourselves above all others. Lying helps. And lying to ourselves--a talent built into our brains--helps us accept our fraudulent behavior."
Le decía yo el otro día a mi hermano menor que no es una cuestión de género, sino de especie. Ya lo ves, JA? Las mujeres, nada. El ser humano, en general. No sé... ¿Los animales serán capaces de engañar o mentir? Seguramente lo harán en el momento en que se den cuenta que les resulta provechoso. ¿Será una simple cuestión de supervivencia? They do. They do. No sólo los animales, las plantas también. NATURE FAVORS DECEPTION BECAUSE IT PROVIDES SURVIVAL ADVANTAGES. See?
The worst: Fake tears, fake orgasms and porn flashy "have a nice day smiles". Oh, and to lie by omission. And lie to yourself, of course. That should be the worst. I have a theory that the people who is good to tell lies to others lies to theirselves so well that they dont even realize that they are doing it. They believe their own lies.
What about make-up and Wonder-bras? Who must be frustrating find out the wonderful C sized breasts fade into an A. Not that A´s ar bad at all... >;*)
Lo dicho, la autenticidad es lo más difícil de este mundo. I always say it. Everybody lies all the time. I remember a date once who looked at me like if I were the ultimate sinner by saying that. Oh, I said, shut up, it is true, and if you say you have never said a lie, you´re lying. He said nothing. No second date, of course hahaha I think I was 18 or something like that. I say, beware of those who say I dont lie, or are scared of this affirmation, I´m sure they are the worst hopeless liars.
Well, enough crap for a wed.
"The obvious question raised by all of this accounting is: Why do we lie so readily? The answer: because it works. The Homo sapiens who are best able to lie have an edge over their counterparts in a relentless struggle for the reproductive success that drives the engine of evolution. As humans, we must fit into a close-knit social system to succeed, yet our primary aim is still to look out for ourselves above all others. Lying helps. And lying to ourselves--a talent built into our brains--helps us accept our fraudulent behavior."
Le decía yo el otro día a mi hermano menor que no es una cuestión de género, sino de especie. Ya lo ves, JA? Las mujeres, nada. El ser humano, en general. No sé... ¿Los animales serán capaces de engañar o mentir? Seguramente lo harán en el momento en que se den cuenta que les resulta provechoso. ¿Será una simple cuestión de supervivencia? They do. They do. No sólo los animales, las plantas también. NATURE FAVORS DECEPTION BECAUSE IT PROVIDES SURVIVAL ADVANTAGES. See?
The worst: Fake tears, fake orgasms and porn flashy "have a nice day smiles". Oh, and to lie by omission. And lie to yourself, of course. That should be the worst. I have a theory that the people who is good to tell lies to others lies to theirselves so well that they dont even realize that they are doing it. They believe their own lies.
What about make-up and Wonder-bras? Who must be frustrating find out the wonderful C sized breasts fade into an A. Not that A´s ar bad at all... >;*)
Lo dicho, la autenticidad es lo más difícil de este mundo. I always say it. Everybody lies all the time. I remember a date once who looked at me like if I were the ultimate sinner by saying that. Oh, I said, shut up, it is true, and if you say you have never said a lie, you´re lying. He said nothing. No second date, of course hahaha I think I was 18 or something like that. I say, beware of those who say I dont lie, or are scared of this affirmation, I´m sure they are the worst hopeless liars.
Well, enough crap for a wed.
Singularity! (A tough guide)
"Personally, I don't intend to TRanscend; I'm going to get into UpLoading then make myself into a 21st level half-elven barbarian hero with a +4 sword of bloodshedding and I'm going to go adventuring in World of Warcraft 21.499! Rooarr! (Or maybe I'll just grow up to be like Greg Egan and do math.)"
Nice site. Filed under technocore_AI, so, you have been warned. >:*)
Nice site. Filed under technocore_AI, so, you have been warned. >:*)
May 24, 2005
The Ultimate Sexual Predators.
VORACIOUS female spiders just cannot help trying to eat suitors before sex. Why? It's their aggressive personalities.
Females of several spider and mantis species dine on their partners, but only after acquiring the sperm necessary to fertilise their eggs. By providing his mate with a good meal, the male increases his own reproductive success. But that doesn't explain the behaviour of females that opt for dinner instead of sex, as fishing spiders (Dolomedes triton) often do. "Eating your mate during or after copulating, that's no big deal. Eating your mate beforehand, that's weird," says Chadwick Johnson at the University of Toronto, Canada.
Even aggressive females do get to mate if their suitors escape their fangs. But Johnson and Andrew Sih at the University of California, Davis, think the behaviour is part of a "voracity syndrome". They watched 60 female fishing spiders when males approached, and in encounters with predators and prey.
Femmes fatales who made the most attacks on males also showed the most frenzied feeding, and were most daring against predators. This, says Johnson, suggests these traits are linked, akin to human personalities.
From the NewScientist. Um. Ok. Mwahahaha ;)
Females of several spider and mantis species dine on their partners, but only after acquiring the sperm necessary to fertilise their eggs. By providing his mate with a good meal, the male increases his own reproductive success. But that doesn't explain the behaviour of females that opt for dinner instead of sex, as fishing spiders (Dolomedes triton) often do. "Eating your mate during or after copulating, that's no big deal. Eating your mate beforehand, that's weird," says Chadwick Johnson at the University of Toronto, Canada.
Even aggressive females do get to mate if their suitors escape their fangs. But Johnson and Andrew Sih at the University of California, Davis, think the behaviour is part of a "voracity syndrome". They watched 60 female fishing spiders when males approached, and in encounters with predators and prey.
Femmes fatales who made the most attacks on males also showed the most frenzied feeding, and were most daring against predators. This, says Johnson, suggests these traits are linked, akin to human personalities.
From the NewScientist. Um. Ok. Mwahahaha ;)
May 23, 2005
Monday comic er... Story (Whatever)
Nobody came to my winter solstice party.
Actually, the whole Leisure Town site is awesome.
Tres sonrisas, hoy. La primera se la debo a Cortázar (Rayuela, capítulo 34, pág 217), la segunda a un boleto de la línea de autobuses "Estrella Blanca" que encontré entre sus páginas (happiest day of my life so far) y la tercera a un e-mail SMS en mi Inbox.
Ah...! Veo un algodón de azúcar en mi futuro...
Actually, the whole Leisure Town site is awesome.
Tres sonrisas, hoy. La primera se la debo a Cortázar (Rayuela, capítulo 34, pág 217), la segunda a un boleto de la línea de autobuses "Estrella Blanca" que encontré entre sus páginas (happiest day of my life so far) y la tercera a un e-mail SMS en mi Inbox.
Ah...! Veo un algodón de azúcar en mi futuro...
May 21, 2005
Buenas tardes señores pasajeros
Dos accidentes en mi familia, mismo dia, diferentes coordenadas, apenas unas horas de separacion.
Desde aqui deseo que se mejoren pronto, Cocoon, Alma, Cesar.
Malditos conductores imbeciles.
May 20, 2005
Mix of the day...
The Postal Service - nothing better
Locksley - Into The Sun
The Killers - Mr. Brightside
the Cribs - You were always the one
soulasylum - Can´t go Back
Decemberists - Engine Driver
Arctic Monkeys - Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts
Juliet-On the dance floor
The Russian Futurists-These Seven Notes
Weezer-Perfect Situation
Iron & Wine - Woman King
Arctic Monkeys - Mardy Bum
The Lovely Feathers - Wrong choice
Flow Dynamics - Live in the Mix
Fuck. I forgot my cellphone @home today. My relationship of love-hate with him is something humans can´t understand. Phone, hang in there... I miss you too!
Locksley - Into The Sun
The Killers - Mr. Brightside
the Cribs - You were always the one
soulasylum - Can´t go Back
Decemberists - Engine Driver
Arctic Monkeys - Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts
Juliet-On the dance floor
The Russian Futurists-These Seven Notes
Weezer-Perfect Situation
Iron & Wine - Woman King
Arctic Monkeys - Mardy Bum
The Lovely Feathers - Wrong choice
Flow Dynamics - Live in the Mix
Fuck. I forgot my cellphone @home today. My relationship of love-hate with him is something humans can´t understand. Phone, hang in there... I miss you too!
May 19, 2005
Kid Games (revisited)
A-¡Vamos a jugar a policías y ladrones!
B-Sí! Yo soy el policía!
A-Yay! Yo soy ladrón! No, mejor narco!
C-whee Y yo?
B-Tú eres reportero!
D-Yo soy de un cártel enemigo y te doy información sobre A!
A-Y luego yo te mando matar!
B-Y yo ni en cuenta! Pero A tiene que comprarme!
D-Oigan yo también quiero jugar
A-Ya no hay personajes
D-Y la justicia? Puedo ser la justicia.
A-Que no. Te digo que ya no hay personajes.
D-No entiendo
A-No existes
B-A te mató. Y yo te dí el tiro de gracia.
D-Ahhh...!!
B-Sí! Yo soy el policía!
A-Yay! Yo soy ladrón! No, mejor narco!
C-whee Y yo?
B-Tú eres reportero!
D-Yo soy de un cártel enemigo y te doy información sobre A!
A-Y luego yo te mando matar!
B-Y yo ni en cuenta! Pero A tiene que comprarme!
D-Oigan yo también quiero jugar
A-Ya no hay personajes
D-Y la justicia? Puedo ser la justicia.
A-Que no. Te digo que ya no hay personajes.
D-No entiendo
A-No existes
B-A te mató. Y yo te dí el tiro de gracia.
D-Ahhh...!!
May 18, 2005
Cublicle Playsets
I can´t believe this!
Bob, Joe, Ted, and Ann spend eight hours a day, five days a week, at tiny desks in tiny cubicles in a giant room packed with countless similar cubicles in a giant building filled with countless similar rooms.
On the other hand... C´mon ThinkGeek guys! 8 hours... That is so... lame!
Bob, Joe, Ted, and Ann spend eight hours a day, five days a week, at tiny desks in tiny cubicles in a giant room packed with countless similar cubicles in a giant building filled with countless similar rooms.
On the other hand... C´mon ThinkGeek guys! 8 hours... That is so... lame!
May 17, 2005
Fade to black (23:18)
Hoy te extraño y huele a lluvia.
Huele a primavera, a hiedra.
Huele a musgo, néctar, savia.
Huele a tí.
Huele a amanecer, a luna.
Huele a cielo, nube, vena.
Huele a volcan apagado.
Huele a mí.
Y he de morderme los labios, y he de detener la bestia salvaje que se me sale del pecho, y he de llorar en silencio y he de amar de la única forma que sé. He de pretender que nada pasa, he de mirar, buscándote, al vacío. He de pretender que llegas. He de respirar. He de seguir viviendo. ¿Por qué sigo latiendo? Espejismos. Tinieblas. Me he perdido. Y he de seguir. He de dar otro paso. Vacilante. Abismos. Desfiladeros. Viento. Frío. Dolor. Y he de seguir. He de encontrarte porque... porque he dejado un acertijo sin resolver en tu boca porque. Porque un beso tuyo pegará los fragmentos vagabundos de mi alma, porque tu sonrisa es la savia de mi espíritu porque el hechizo de tus ojos es el manantial del que se alimentan los míos porque al tocarte entiendo el mundo y porque, porque solo estando entre tus brazos creo en Dios.
Entre otras cosas.
Huele a primavera, a hiedra.
Huele a musgo, néctar, savia.
Huele a tí.
Huele a amanecer, a luna.
Huele a cielo, nube, vena.
Huele a volcan apagado.
Huele a mí.
Y he de morderme los labios, y he de detener la bestia salvaje que se me sale del pecho, y he de llorar en silencio y he de amar de la única forma que sé. He de pretender que nada pasa, he de mirar, buscándote, al vacío. He de pretender que llegas. He de respirar. He de seguir viviendo. ¿Por qué sigo latiendo? Espejismos. Tinieblas. Me he perdido. Y he de seguir. He de dar otro paso. Vacilante. Abismos. Desfiladeros. Viento. Frío. Dolor. Y he de seguir. He de encontrarte porque... porque he dejado un acertijo sin resolver en tu boca porque. Porque un beso tuyo pegará los fragmentos vagabundos de mi alma, porque tu sonrisa es la savia de mi espíritu porque el hechizo de tus ojos es el manantial del que se alimentan los míos porque al tocarte entiendo el mundo y porque, porque solo estando entre tus brazos creo en Dios.
Entre otras cosas.
May 16, 2005
Numa Numa Dance
Napoleon Dynamite Numa Numa Dance.
Oh, give me a break. Es lo único que me ha hecho sonreír hoy.
Slightly, that is.
Ok. Best custome for a female to perform this dance? Hahaha!
Oh, give me a break. Es lo único que me ha hecho sonreír hoy.
Slightly, that is.
Ok. Best custome for a female to perform this dance? Hahaha!
Ego Post (only mom would read it)
He dormido tan mal últimamente que ayer tuve que recurrir, otra vez, a las pastillas para dormir. ¿El resultado? 11 horas de sueño pesado, repleto de sueños bizarros. Una orgía de imágenes y emociones implacable. A veces dolorosa. Fantasma, premonición, alucinación, alegoría, deja vu dentro del deja vu, sentimiento, desesperación, huída. Conseguir dinero para ver un grupo de rock post moderno en un teatro gótico. Sentada en la butaca. Un bebé llorando. Un bebé enfermo. Salir con él. Taxi. Albatros. Volar. Dolor. Al despertar, pensé en mi primer amor, y cómo hube de sacrificarlo de un tiro, como un animal enfermo y moribundo, para que no sufriera más. Todo había terminado. Me lo rogaba con sus ojos. No estaba despierta, había despertado dentro del sueño. Recuerdo cómo, al apartar la cara para no verlo, la sangre me salpicó. Y yo lloré. Lloré, lloré y la sangre ... Iba en un barco de papel, que se humedecía y empezaba a hundirse, a hundirse en los rápidos de sangre y las lágrimas que no terminaban de mezclarse, que burbujeaban, que hervían. Terminé atorada en una roca, al sol, amoratada por la violencia de los golpes contra las rocas, y exhausta, con mi barco deshilachado y en la vela una inicial.
Dios mío, estoy enamorada.
Dios mío, estoy enamorada.
¿Y cuáles son las pesadillas de la Koky?
Es lo que me preguntó un compañero, supongo que después de leer el artículo "Las pesadillas de Bill Gates". Lo siento, no son aptas para el público en general. :*P Luego abro mi correo y me encuentro con el siguiente e-mail de un lector (o ex lector?):
Hola. Soy X, el personaje que te odia.
Jejeje No es cierto, (no es cierto lo del odio, pero sí lo de que soy X).
Como todos los lunes, llego a la oficina, enciendo la computadora,
y voy por un café (con dos de azucar y un sobrecito de crema), luego busco el Imparcial, escaneo rapidamente la portada y busco la sección de informática.
Agarro la sección i, me la robo, la llevo a mi espacio laboral y la leo toda.
[Eso del robo lo hago desde una vez que salió mi blog en una sección de links :p] Sobra decir que es mi sección favorita del periódico.
Ahora unas notas:
En el artículo Las Pesadillas de Bill Gates donde se habla de Linux... dice: "Tanto, que la compañia se ha ocupado de minimizarlo - una tarea que le ha sido encomendada a Steve Jobs, con tan mala fortuna que siempre que abre la boca acaba diciendo una tontería..."
Creo que el personaje correcto sería Steve Ballmer. Él cumple con esas características.
Y respondiendo al último párrafo: Sí estoy sentado ante una Macintosh :p
P.D. Ni al caso mi mail, pero tengo el Síndrome de Abraham Simpson: Le escribo correos a todo mundo.
Saludos.
Por supuesto que yo quise escribir Steve Ballmer. Pero escribí Steve Jobs. Leí el artículo varias veces antes de enviarlo a publicar. Incluso le impuse a un buen amigo la pena capital de pegarle una revisada (un amigo waaaay tech savy) porque si, una semana de insomnio me hacía pensar que alguien más debía leerlo. Y no se dio cuenta! No nos dimos cuenta! Whoops. I feel so embarrased. Anyway. Must remember the front cover of today will do as the banana holder tomorrow, the front cover of today will do as the banana holder tomorrow...
I´m such a an idiot! :*)
Hola. Soy X, el personaje que te odia.
Jejeje No es cierto, (no es cierto lo del odio, pero sí lo de que soy X).
Como todos los lunes, llego a la oficina, enciendo la computadora,
y voy por un café (con dos de azucar y un sobrecito de crema), luego busco el Imparcial, escaneo rapidamente la portada y busco la sección de informática.
Agarro la sección i, me la robo, la llevo a mi espacio laboral y la leo toda.
[Eso del robo lo hago desde una vez que salió mi blog en una sección de links :p] Sobra decir que es mi sección favorita del periódico.
Ahora unas notas:
En el artículo Las Pesadillas de Bill Gates donde se habla de Linux... dice: "Tanto, que la compañia se ha ocupado de minimizarlo - una tarea que le ha sido encomendada a Steve Jobs, con tan mala fortuna que siempre que abre la boca acaba diciendo una tontería..."
Creo que el personaje correcto sería Steve Ballmer. Él cumple con esas características.
Y respondiendo al último párrafo: Sí estoy sentado ante una Macintosh :p
P.D. Ni al caso mi mail, pero tengo el Síndrome de Abraham Simpson: Le escribo correos a todo mundo.
Saludos.
Por supuesto que yo quise escribir Steve Ballmer. Pero escribí Steve Jobs. Leí el artículo varias veces antes de enviarlo a publicar. Incluso le impuse a un buen amigo la pena capital de pegarle una revisada (un amigo waaaay tech savy) porque si, una semana de insomnio me hacía pensar que alguien más debía leerlo. Y no se dio cuenta! No nos dimos cuenta! Whoops. I feel so embarrased. Anyway. Must remember the front cover of today will do as the banana holder tomorrow, the front cover of today will do as the banana holder tomorrow...
I´m such a an idiot! :*)
May 14, 2005
The Hype Machine
A cool way to discover new music you may, or may not like. But you can always hit the "next button" on winamp. Oh and, remember, save target as is your best friend.
Changes everyday, collecting music from mp3 around the cyberspace.
Enjoy.
Changes everyday, collecting music from mp3 around the cyberspace.
Enjoy.
May 13, 2005
Luke Chueh (and another question)
See the LC gallery here.
Now the question. ¿Cuál es el peor insulto que se le puede hacer a un artículo, o ensayo? En dos palabras, o menos.
Now the question. ¿Cuál es el peor insulto que se le puede hacer a un artículo, o ensayo? En dos palabras, o menos.
(Forbidden)
¿Existe la prosa poética?
¿cómo se clasifican dos cuartillas y media en las que un periodista escribe, evocando a su madre, que "Montessori y Makarenko le venían guangos a mi amá"? ¿Te gustó? Me preguntaron. Pues no, no me gustó. Pero es honesto. Caras largas. Pero oigan, al menos rescaté una frase memorable. Bueno, puedo decir que disfruté su lectura. Traté de comentarlo con mi madre y mi hermano, pero, sin la más puta idea de quien es Montessori o quién es Makarenko, como diablos van a entender. Olvídenlo, pensé. Pero no lo pensé. Lo dije. Lo pensé en voz alta. Damn. Bajarle el volumen a mi cabeza. Para la próxima. Nota mental: Cállate. Cierra la boca. Bueno ahora tienes que explicarles quienes son Montessori y Makarenko. Ugh. Mi hermano todavía está deleitándose con la expresión del tipo de "Más arriba el cielo": "Helo monda que venga el güero". ¿Por qué? Qué se yo. ¿Esa frase valida su ignorancia? ¿Lo hace, de alguna manera, sentirse mejor consigo mismo? ¿O simplemente lo divierte? No lo sé. Es como una forma de decir sí, no se quién es "Aristótales", y me vale V...
Mea culpa. Soy antisocial. Soy intolerante. Soy "Ya ves como es la Koky". Soy "Ya la conoces...". Soy una encogida de hombros. Soy un par de miradas de reproche. Soy la mujer a la que paran en la calle para preguntarle por qué va tan triste. Soy un café para el camino (negro, frío, sin azúcar).
Feliz viernes.
¿cómo se clasifican dos cuartillas y media en las que un periodista escribe, evocando a su madre, que "Montessori y Makarenko le venían guangos a mi amá"? ¿Te gustó? Me preguntaron. Pues no, no me gustó. Pero es honesto. Caras largas. Pero oigan, al menos rescaté una frase memorable. Bueno, puedo decir que disfruté su lectura. Traté de comentarlo con mi madre y mi hermano, pero, sin la más puta idea de quien es Montessori o quién es Makarenko, como diablos van a entender. Olvídenlo, pensé. Pero no lo pensé. Lo dije. Lo pensé en voz alta. Damn. Bajarle el volumen a mi cabeza. Para la próxima. Nota mental: Cállate. Cierra la boca. Bueno ahora tienes que explicarles quienes son Montessori y Makarenko. Ugh. Mi hermano todavía está deleitándose con la expresión del tipo de "Más arriba el cielo": "Helo monda que venga el güero". ¿Por qué? Qué se yo. ¿Esa frase valida su ignorancia? ¿Lo hace, de alguna manera, sentirse mejor consigo mismo? ¿O simplemente lo divierte? No lo sé. Es como una forma de decir sí, no se quién es "Aristótales", y me vale V...
Mea culpa. Soy antisocial. Soy intolerante. Soy "Ya ves como es la Koky". Soy "Ya la conoces...". Soy una encogida de hombros. Soy un par de miradas de reproche. Soy la mujer a la que paran en la calle para preguntarle por qué va tan triste. Soy un café para el camino (negro, frío, sin azúcar).
Feliz viernes.
SW
Una cosa me encantaría. Que hubiera algún modo interactivo de acribillar a Jar Jar la primera vez que abriera la bocota. "Misa ...(KAPUT)". Misa nada. MUERE!!!! No habría forma de hacerlo explotar en mil pedazos? Torturarlo? Desmembrarlo con nuestros poderes Jedi? Que la sangre corra como en Kill Bill? No? Dammit!
May 11, 2005
Un long dimanche de fiançailles
The "new" movie of Jean Pierre Jeunet. I saw it almost by an accident, as I was supposed to see Kinsley. But that is why I love accidents. Called "Amor eterno" in spanish, I woldn´t even look at it if it is not because I´m told Audrey Tautu is starring. And then I see the name of the director. JPJ. I LOVE JPJ. And I didnt even knew this movie was his. So, there. A beautiful movie. What is most funny is that just days ago I finally saw "City of lost children", his work after-Delicatessen-before-Amelie.
What can I say. Brilliant. The trailer is here.
What can I say. Brilliant. The trailer is here.
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