calzones almidonados

I guess here are some signs of life. I just got back from a class of tai-chi at the Madero Park. Yes, you heard well. Exactly in front of the children park. About 30 fine ladies were there doing their thing and I swear I tried, but coordination is not my biggest feature. Before the class started, they were talking about how they put almidon on their husbands briefs....

telekinetic

To dream that you are telekinetic, represents a higher level of awareness and consciousness. You are not utilizing your full potential and need to start putting your stored energy levels and mental abilities to use. In other words, your dream may imply that you need to put your thoughts into action. For some, dreams of telekinetic powers may indicate your latent paranormal abilities.

Web Sudoku

Challenge me!

aw. I adore children books.

I enjoyed the kinky performance. Even though I was surrounded by teenagers, emos, punks, wannabes or whatever they were or think they were, because actually they probably were not. Oh, and the cool people.

Does that mean I am becoming something I am not?

Do yoga sessions at down in the sand and hugs by strange people dressed in white by the sea, soften you?

Was it the waves I listened to all night before getting up at 5 AM? Maybe it was that I was just too tired.

It was free as in beer.

I even jumped/

It is like my heart felt... lighter? Like, Maxima FM lighter. Like sex in the morning lighter.

I dont know.

Maybe it is that I am just having good digestion. As Woody Allen would say, that is exciting.

I would bet on post traumatic shock.

neo amish

I am not getting the Amazon kindle because I love books. And they can recycle ok?

I am still using my SonyEricsson Z600 because it works just fine and will keep it until the end.

I do not want an iphone. Anyway my bf got me an ipod touch already. Not that I need it. I am currently listening to my tapes, as in, analogic. I have a great collection I hardly ever listened enough the last 15 years/yay for reruns

I do not own a plasma or even LCD TV. I have a 21 inch flat screen CRT Sony and I love it. I will use it until it dies.

I do not have a cable, satellite or Internet suscription.

I am Talya Aluveaux, and I am a neoamish. *who uses her signature Second Life name to order pizza*

Today is Yoga at the beach day. I am all excited and about to go get my first yoga mat. It was about time. I just didnt think I deserved it because I never stick to anything. This time it looks like I do. To a class. That is something. We even rented a house and plan to do our thing at the sunset, and also when the sun rises. I guess it is gonna be fun. I dont really know anybody... But I crave the beach. The last time I went to Kino in group was, like, in college. So, cool.

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.

Veredict: Beautiful, but utterly depressing. Still, powerful...Good. Worth watching. My advice is do not watch it by yourself.

Ayer ví "La Bestia Acorralada", de Alberto Mariscal, sin más background que se trata de una de las cintas de la colección de grandes directores mexicanos de los 70 y la sinopsis que venía en la contraportada. Algo más o menos así:

UN CALLADO Y RIGIDO INDUSTRIAL HOLANDES RESULTA SER UN CRIMINAL NAZI QUE RESIDE EN MEXICO, DONDE HA EDIFICADO UNA FELIZ VIDA Y UNA ENVIDIABLE FAMILIA, PERSEGUIDO POR LOS SERVICIOS SECRETOS ISRALELIES INTENTARA HUIR, INTENTANDO A TODA COSTA PERMANECER LIBRE

Costaba 50 pesos en el VH Satélite, y yo no tenía nada mejor que hacer. Qué más da. La compré, junto con Julieta de los Espíritus y el concierto de Quiet Riot (Live in Japan), todo al mismo precio. Es una de mis reglas. Prácticamente nunca compro ninguna película que cueste más de 50 pesos. Ni siquiera Pulp Fiction se salvó.

En los extras de la película venía la filmografía de Mariscal (el protagonista es Gabriel Retes), y que me topo con esto:

1974 La ley del monte
1974 La bestia acorralada
1974 Kalimán en el siniestro mundo de Humanón.

OMG.
OMG?

BTW. Ever tried the hobbit name generator? I am Primula Peatfingers of Brockenborings. Jeez...

Brutal Legend Trailer Debut

HISTORIA DE UN LETRERO (THE STORY OF A SIGN)

I cannot even say how ambivalent I am about this short. What, now the yuppies save the world?? Break me a fucking give. NFB? Cannes? Eduardo Verastegui? Stop the madness! It was... embarrasing. Anyway, the tango is the same used by Tornatore in Il Postino... There it was beautiful. It was salty breeze. Here, it was... splenda. Mpfh... I guess no more Fellini for me?

Little Nemo (1911) - J Stuart Blackton Winsor McCay

Insectos metálicos

Todo estaba fríamente calculado. Primero pilates y luego yoga. Cuando cumpliera un mes. Ya lo cumplí, lo que significa que hoy estuve en una clase en que había algunas cabezas completamente canas, seguramente con mejor condición física que yo. Al frente, incienso y música relajante que no lograba opacar lo estridente del kickboxing de al lado. Bueno, habia que concentrarse como fuera, y allá voy, con las palmas juntas a donde dijera el maestro. Que me tome el dedo gordo del pie mientras estiro la pierna primero al frente y luego a la derecha mientras me sostengo con un precario equilibrio, seguro. Que suba aqui, que baje allá, que me contorsione. OK. Pude hacer casi todo menos lo de pararme de cabeza. Supongo que el pilates ayudo a que no llegara tan verde. Una cosa si se. De pilates salgo como araña fumigada y de yoga sali feliz, toda relajada y con mucha mas energia de la que habia traido las ultimas semanas. Y la gente de yoga es mas amigable. Ya hasta me invitaron a una sesion en kino para hacer yoga al amanecer la próxima semana. Ommmh... Hasta pensaron que ya habia hecho yoga antes. Viendolo bien, esta clase podria tener excelentes consecuencias kamasutricas. Ow.Just sayin.

Cómo quitar el pop corn del techo

No van a creer lo bajo que he caído. Bueno, sí lo creerán. Hoy cumplo un mes de ir sin falta (o casi) al gimnasio, concretamente a la clase de Pilates. Me inscribí en el horario de las 07:30 a las 8:30 de la mañana. Considerando que no tengo nada que hacer el resto del día, ya me dirán como me va con el masoquismo. La hora de Pilates es un infierno y cada ejercicio es peor que el otro o como dice una de las compañeras de clase: "Me tiemblan hasta las pestañas". Lo he pasado como he podido, con parches de Voltaren en lugares insospechados, pastillas de naproxeno sódico, muchas vitaminas y mucha agua. El resto del día lo dedico a leer, ver películas, cocinar, escuchar música y pensar (horror! no hace nada productivo!). Sòlo hay unas pocas reglas: Llamar a mi mamá una vez al día, no faltar a la clase de pilates y comer bien. Lo mejor posible. En realidad no he hecho grandes progresos, pero me siento un poco mejor. Un poco solamente. Hoy me dirigía a una tienda de pisos y a medio camino comencé a llorar incontrolablemente. Primero los dos lagrimones y luego el llanto convulsivo y en silencio, mientras atravesaba el Luis Encinas. No, todavía no estoy bien. Aunque esto es típico de mí. La lloradera. En fin. Lo que les decía que no me van a creer es que hoy voy a ir a la lucha libre. Es en serio, ya tengo mis boletos VIP y todo. Me los compró mi novio y me pidió que yo los guardara. Yo jamás hubiera pagado 600 pesos por ir a la lucha libre, pero él me los compró sin pensarlo. Supongo que no quiere verme triste. Yo sólo he dicho que me gusta el Místico. Y sí me gusta. Digo, lo poco que he visto. Es tan folklóricamente acrobático. Tan kitsch. Tan Santo y Blue Demon. Un amigo dice que es una copia del Rey Misterio. Yo que sé. Sólo sé que hoy a las 7:30 pm voy a estar sentada en segunda fila (ya no habia boletos para la primera) en el expo forum hipnotizada ante un cuadrilatero y un montón de tipos con máscaras y disfraces exóticos haciendo piruetas y probablemente bebiendome un vaso de cerveza. No voy a preguntarme qué estoy haciendo allí. Será mi primer experiencia con la lucha libre aparte de un que otro zapping en la TV, o las estampitas que vendían en la cooperativa cuando estaba en la Club de Leones. Supongo que, ante el trauma, todo se vale. Un excompañero del periòdico y ganador del premio nacional del periodismo, cuando dejo de trabajar, se lanzó al ring. ¿O qué, no han escuchado del famoso Dazaev?? :)

Ponyo of the Cliff

Back in 2004, I saw a japanese movie called "In the mood for love". Later, I have no idea how, I found that a sequel would be done. It iwas gonna be called 2046, and be released the same year (2004).

I found that movie last tuesday (four years later), and I finally saw it. It was somehow of a mess going back and forth to the past (50´s or so) and some distant future. It was about androids, lost of love and a sci-fi story. But mostly lost of love. Or how circunstances have a lot to do with it. At least I tought so. I dont think I really understood the movie anyway.

Lo bueno es que wikipedia con su magnífico reduccionismo explica en pocas palabras lo que a mi me dejó perpleja mientras trataba de adivinar quien era quien (siempre me pasa con las orientales) y me lleva de la mano al link oficial. Well, you know. Context is everything.

Since I have so much time in my hands (and are selfish enough not to give it to anyone else), I also saw the sci-fi channel take on the Wizard of Oz, called "Tinman". It is good. Too bad I do not have the sci fi channel.

So... The other movie of the selection (threee total, 45 pesos) was The Jane Austen BookClub. Ok, I have to admit I like some of Austin works, but I only am familiar with them because of movies or TV series (like the british Pride and Prejudice) or the Ang Lee Sense and Sensibility. Heck, I even watched "Becoming Jane". What can I say, I am a hopeless romantic. So the movie is good, but you have to be familiar with at least some of the books, otherwise I do not think it is going to be that entertaining.

While I am talking to myself here I am going to add that I did went to the (coincidence?) Mago de Oz concert here in Hermosillo, with the cheap ticket, of course, if you can call 300 cheap. A good amount of the misfits hermosillenses were there (I was there, right?), all with their black shirts and glasses of Corona. I didnt care enough to pay more, so I enjoyed the concert at a fair distance (safe from all the crazy slammers, I thought, but no, and I inhaled a lot of cannabis for sure) and tried to "be present" instead of hunting haunting thoughts and collecting them in my butterfly net so they can bite me (yeah, it is a wicked net).

Al final tocaron Fiesta Pagana, pero mi favorita es Molinos de Viento. Y ahora descubri que me gusta Locos de Atar.

Whatever. It was OK and it made me leave the house. I didnt even knew half of the songs. So fine. More than fine, except I couldnt get up today to my pilates class. Dammit. Hard being the wicked witch of the west.

Corona ☆ Baby Baby

Oh 1995

Vitalic:

Life of Pi.

The book is going to be a movie most likely to not suck (directed by Jean Pierre Jeunet) in 2009.

manga university

Transmetropolitan. Issue no.1. PDF version. Warren Ellis. DC Comics.

What would I do without EAC?

Persépolis.
Farewell OLPC.

5 centimeters per second

World of Goo
I am a Cyborg
In Bruges
X saves the world

Calvin & Hobbes. La colección completa escaneada. Thank you Marcello....

Pitchfork TV. Indie snobs only...

Webby nominees 2008.

1UP cupcakes.

Master Chief Sucks at Halo 3

Keynote - Bill Gates' Last Day - January 6, 2008

:)

Free Hugs Campaign @ HMO

I give the best ones in the world, but I am diabolically selective :)

No sé por qué razón, pero la verdad es que no puedo confiar en nadie que tenga mala ortografía o escriba de manera descuidada aunque sea deliberadamente. Me disgusta. Me repele. Ew. Soy una snob.

*

Se busca mucama para limpiar casa una vez a la semana. Es hora de que no encuento esposa sufrida que me haga el queacer asi que mi casa parece un basurero. Yo de plano no naci para lavar trastes, barrer, trapear, aspirar, tender camas ni nada de eso. Lo mas que puedo hacer es depurar de vez en cuando. Muy de vez en cuando.

*

He regresado de las fiestas decembrinas como una especie de ballena josefina, y ahora me debato en mi escritorio sobre las medidas correctivas a tomar. Comer menos. Hacer más ejercicio. Me lleva el demonio. Comer mejor. Fuck. It.

*

Estoy muy preocupada por mi padre y por mi abuela. Yo diría que más bien estoy asustada. De esas cosas en las que uno se la lleva pensando y luego trata de distraerse para volver otra vez a lo mismo, mientras el corazon late con fuerza. Yo no rezo, pero quisiera rezar. Y entonces mejor no hablo, y a veces lloro. Hay que tener paciencia. Hay que ser fuerte. El optimismo es una estupidez. Hay que ser realista. Hay que ser práctico. Ven. Por eso mejor guardo silencio.

*

Ya casi te olvido. Es más, a veces ni siquiera me acuerdo de ti. Bueno. Eso es una mentira por que todos los días pienso en tí aunque sea un ratito. Aunque sea como recordatorio de que existes, de que exististe y de que soy porque fuiste y que por algo pasan las cosas y que yo no era para ti y que tu no eras para mi y mira ya tienes dos hijos y eres feliz y yo jamas voy a poder comprometerme con nadie tal vez jamás me case o tenga un hijo o haga nada que valga la pena pero de un modo u otro creo que he vuelto a sentir amor cariño algo parecido y me siento bien pero de todos modos me siento rara y me acuerdo de ti, siempre vuelvo a acordarme de ti yo creo que olvidar es un arte imaginario pero al menos ya no me duele tanto ya no me duele me duele poco tal vez la mejor palabra es resignacion pero no lo es la verdad es que no hay palabra para eso que siento cuando me acuerdo de ti. A lo mejor en alemán.

Ajá.

Ni modo.

I miss neonightmare, but neonightmare does not misses me, still.

I wish

dreams of betrayal*

talk to the picture

It´s good to be back. =)

playtime*

The diagnostic was "anxiety disorder" and "depression". I had a long long talk with the Dr. , and after an exhaustive review and examination (he has been my dr like, forever, even though I only go once or twice a year) so he has my files, and knows a bit about what´s going on. Anyway, he said all my symptoms (a whole bunch of them i´ve carrying on for months, some for years) are the result of a strong anxiety disorder. Then he went on explaining that not taking care of it was being now manifesting in a physical form (lots, lots of expressions in physical form, so much that I finally HAD to go with the doctor) ... So anyway he was ver upfront about the meds he suggested I should take for that. It was controled medicine, only sold by recipe, and a strong one, but I should feel fine in one day (aka most of the symptoms would go away). I was like, seriously, wouldnt it be better to give something for my acid, the back pain, the insomnia, the .... He said they were all manifestations of the anxiety, and that I had a nervous breakdown, as in my nervous system had somehow collapsed, so the roots of it needed to be taken care of. Whew. Ok. Whatever. Give my anything that will kill this pain I´m feeling now and I will be devotee of you for the rest of my life. He did prescribed this drug I´m saying, only for a month. I´m not supposed to take it for more than a month, he said. Besides I had to take antidepressants daily. I´ve struggling all my life with not taking antidepressant because... because... maybe I liked to be depressed all the time. It was me, after all, bipolary me. So anyway I was so sore and determined to end with this garbage that I went to the pharmacy, get everything I was supossed to get. Go home, take of all my clothes (one of my favorte moments of the day), turn of the AC and watched the pills, still undecided. So if I take them tomorrow I´m gonna be okay? Sounds too good to be true. What the hell is it anyway? I didnt wanted to know. Around 12:30 I did take one. And watched an episode of desperate housewives. Who would have guessed? I started feeling to sleep like before the episode was finished. I have to clarify. Usually lately I stay up way way way longer, and in pain, to worsen it.

SO

I slept like, so well as I had not in months. Better than ever, I think. Whew. Usually I have either my back neck muscles so sore I can´t even move, or the lower back, or the upper back, or my head is killing me, or my stomach is upset, or I feel like a pregnant woman. But not this night. This night I rested. Awesome.

In the morning I took half the same pill. That was the dhosis on the recipe. And the one for depression. Happily, with a big glass of water. Then I took an apple and left home to work.

I guess it´s not my fault if my brain do not produce enough of those substances to be well. It´s all chemical. Love is. Everything is. So now I think the same things, I worry about the same things, but I´m not drawn to sadness. I walked this morning not in the Dante´s hell I usually live in, but in another state. Sedated? I dont know. All i know is i do not have any of the pains I had yesterday, or the last week, the last month and to be fair, the last years. Those pills are freaking effective.

Am I going to become an addict? I think not.

I recall I didnt had a dream. And I always have them. Big dreams, nightmares and dramas. I rememeber mostly all.

So maybe this is it. I will just not have any dreams anymore. Hm.

As I walked I saw a box in the side of the street. It said, clearly: "Careful. Very Careful".

soul tonic*

Guys. I would like to thank you for being asking how I am. I´m fine. Actually, I´m almost ready to go to my appointment with the doctor. Let´s see how it goes. I´m not gonna miss this one. Maybe I have cancer, and then I will not have to find a young friend who has it to overcome my problems. Kidding. Off.

Well now. I'm alive and I´m ok. Technically speaking. I am breathing and walking, sometimes smiling, and sometimes crying. Like now.

This is for the ones wondering.

During this time I went to the sea. I played with the waves, let the sun burn my skin and the wind play with my hair. It was a perfect summer day, near to the sunset. I felt the kind of joy that you can only feel when your heart is broken, and you have finally understood it´s going to stay that way until your death.

I went to the mountains, too. Under the clear sky, the moon and the most brilliant stars I have ever seen I climbed, looking for nothing. What I was looking for I found it long time ago, but it is lost now. Only God knows why and where. If there is one.

I had to keep walking. I will, for a while.

I feel so sad I haven´t even been able to write here lately. I am not done with sadness yet, but I feel like I need to write something that is not the interview with the guys from Kaspersky or Intel Education.

Today I want to write about me. To be honest, I believe the source of my sadness has its roots in the fact that I truly believe I am a complete failure. And no, I did not come to that conclusion expecting that people do the usual head pet and say how much I have accomplished. Which is pretty much nothing. I believe I am a failure in many ways, and here is why.

First of all, my love relationships have failed. For one or another obscure reasons that I will never completly understand. I remember I wanted to have kids. That is not the case anymore. Failure number 2.

I have been doing the same thing for over 9 years now, in a not very bright way, with not very good pay and with little recognition, perhaps the reason is that I am not very smart. Failure number 3.

Here there is, I think, one of the most important reasons of distress: I do believe I am smart. Maybe that is exactly why I feel like a total failure.

Failure number 4: I have not started a higher education, and it is not because I am not bright enough not because money issues -I know I could get a scholarship-. It is because of inercy. Or fear. I simply do not do what is necessary to do to get in. I think we all will agree that is far worst. Far, far worst.

The cherry on top are my family relations. They are screwed. I hardly ever see anyone. I just get locked in my sad little world, flying here in there, interviewing this and that, writing stuff, being under pression and stressed all the time. I do love them. I love my father. I love my mother. I feel particularly close to some in my family, but I just do not have the strenght to build a strong bond. I have become emotionally distant to almost all of them. Failure number 5.

Failure number 6: I have no friends. I am not sure if I want them. I am not able to keep them. I just can´t deal with them.

In short, I am not what I was supossed to be. What I wanted, and I cannot blame anyone but me.

Now I am sitting at my desk alone in the office, with a bottle of bonafont in front of me and a terrible pain -i just dont know what the fuck is wrong with me- in my stomach, pretty much the rule lately, but I do not go with the doctor, I do not have any studies done. I guess I simply do not care and hope everything is over soon.

That is why I say I am a coward.

That is why I understand why I am alone.

I am not capable of love. Not anymore. I am capable of a pathetic imitation of it. I lost it somewhere. It ended up being too scary, I guess. I lost myself too. I dont really know who I am anymore. I am nothing but a brain not very well used. Sometimes it is too painful.

So there. At least i made an entry.

Janurary 23, 2003 "Looks... Gooood"

Scott: Are you sure it's healthy to stare at the computer screen like that?

Ethan: Are my eyes bleeding?

Scott: No

Ethan: Am i drowning in my own drool?

Scott: No

Ethan: I'll be fine.

From CtrlaltDel.

iPhone Shake. No, really.

Museum of Broken Relationships.

*Peeling the onion

Creo que cualquiera que haya visto la película "El tambor de Hojalata" o haya tenido la suerte de leer el libro de Gunter Grass sentirá curiosidad por "Peeling the Onion", la autobiografía que acaba de publicar.

John Irving le dedica una crítica de cuatro páginas en el New York Times, y dejando de lado los protagonismos de Irving, vale la pena leerla, al menos para los que no estamos muy bien informados sobre lo que pasó con este libro en Alemania.

Por lo visto, revela la participación de Grass en la SS cuando tenía 17 años, en la Alemania nazi. La invasión de Polonia ocurrió cuando apenas era un niño.

Es una buena crítica, y el libro debe ser muy bueno también. Siempre, siempre hay mucho más de lo aparente, y como siempre, lo más importante es lo que no se dice. Lástima que no se leer en alemán. Esperemos que haya una buena traducción al español.

Here is to Gunter, whose first book is one of my favorites, even thought I haven´t read it yet. The movie itself was more than good. I have some scenes burned in my mind. Still. I´m hoping for the last to come to my hands soon.

What is it with me and german writers? :*) Quizá me identifico más con los alemanes y su complejo colectivo de culpabilidad mucho más que con los mexicanos y su complejo de inferioridad.

Maybe. Or maybe not.

whooops.

Pretty self-explanatory. It´s called Folderix, from Art Lebedev Studio.

Lo que nos faltaba. Manteles de fibra óptica.

Just back from a quick trip. Details to follow later.

It looks, like, superawesome!

ouch. it hurts.

The secret diary of Steve Jobs. AKA Fake Steve.

I am a sucker for french movies. What can I say?

02:25 p.m. 05/06/2007

RESUMEN: Apple actualizó las MacBook Pro con la plataforma Santa Rosa (hay que perderle el amor a 2-2.8K); Toshiba liberará varias laptops con el formato HD-DVD; Bajan los costos del Blu-Ray, se rumora que la PS3 tendrá un price-drop; Lala.com podría formar parte de iTunes; Aumenta la expectación por el lanzamiento del iPhone el 29 de junio (developers gone wild); NPD Group reporta que los niños están adoptando electrónica de consumo a una edad cada vez menor (duuh); HTC debuta con copia del iPhone, sólo que con Windows Mobile; El CEO de Xandros defiende a Microsoft y dice que su acuerdo con the devil le permtirá aumentar las tasas de adopción de Linux; McAfee lanza SiteAdvisor; Six Apart libera Movable Type 4 Beta; Pac-Man con nuevo look en Xbox Live; Wii le gana a la PS3 en Japón 5 a 1. Ouch; En Computex Intel habla de chips fabricados con el proceso de 45 nm, mientras que Asustek proyecta la fabricación de una notebook de 199 dólares; Microsoft planea "Ignition", una plataforma que unificaría MSN, Xbox y Zune; BlizzCon arranca el 3 de agosto; Via libera la Nanobook; Microsoft actualiza Live Meeting.

Go Away, I´m Busy.

"Hi, I am a Mac". "And I am a PC". :9

Que cute, Steve trae los mismos tenis que yo. Si hubieran invitado a Linus seguro que se aparece con sus shorts y sandalias con calcetines. geek fashion!!!

VIVACE

Un grupo de violinistas de Empalme, tocando La Barca de Guaymas... :)

Maps. Google versus Microsoft.

Steve and Bill at D.

Surface Computing.

bookmark #2:: Paprika

bookmark #1 :: media predict

Ay sí, una propuesta incluyente y complementaria. Blah Blah Blah. ksdjgkodfjkopajdghifjdhidifhgidhhdjhjddf. Go Ahead my ass. skoool no mames a que genio se le ocurrió ese nombrecito y cuanto le pagan jksgjsjsag ohhhhh 400K profesores capacitados para el 2k7 uoooooooh woooooow. Ash. Shut the fuck up.

La cebolla me hizo llorar a mares. El cuchillo no cortaba por lo que precisé de toda mi destreza para picar tres tomates. El ajo lo piqué menudito, menudito. Como me enseñó mi mamá. Seguí las instrucciones precisas. Freír el ajoyla cebolla con las especias. añadir caldo de pollo, media taza. Pasta de tomate. Hasta salí a cortar unas ramitas de albahaca. Añadir la carne molida. Añadir los tomates picados y la azúcar morena. Sazonar. Dejar hervir y cocinar a fuego lento por dos horas.

La cosa estaba a medias cuando se acabo el gas.

Es el mejor espaguetti con salsa de carne de microondas que he comido en mi vida.

Well. Pilar Rioja was awesome. And so was the Kfreeze Oreo. Too many people, though. BTW, 7 to 9 you will find me dancing oldskool in the cantina Obregon. Retro loooser! Yei!

Probably you all knew already that the newspaper Cambio has been shutted down. Here is the article, in Forbes. Yes, that Forbes.

Mario Vazquez Rana, president of the Mexican Editorial Organization - a company that owns 70 newspapers, 24 radio stations, a television station and 43 Web sites - announced the closure of the newspaper Cambio Sonora in a letter posted on the publication's Web site Thursday.

And gives some context...

News media advocacy groups say Mexico has become the most dangerous places for reporters in the Western Hemisphere and the world's second-most dangerous place, after Iraq. Northern Mexico, where ruthless drug cartels operate, has been particularly hazardous.

:S

Ya sé quien fue el del acoso sexual en la Revolución! Jaime el Duende!

*Vomitar es poético. Cazar cucarachas mutantes es poético. Las crisis gastrointestinales son poéticas. Que se tape la cañería es poético. Retorcerte de dolor es poético. Sin embargo, lo más poético de todo es que haya día siguiente y pueda ponerme rimel en las pestañas mientras escucho el soundtrack de Katamary Damacy y trato de no pensar en el soldadito de plomo y en las golondrinas de Becker. Life is not sweet. It is acid. Like my stomach. ;)

//Ahora hay trailers para libros [Coraline] Neil Gaiman rules.

I know I sound like the jewish mother of Woody Allen BUT. Jeez. Once it all goes ok next thing is ALL goes WRONG. Check this: (1) Acoso sexual. (2) Bolsa llena de hormigas [sandwich olvidado]. (3) Crisis alimentaria [maldita, maldita dieta] (4) Jeans too tight, too skinny, and the fucking straps of my puma keep untying on & on, with me bending & suffering. At least I had a little lethal dosis of Monica Bellucci. Mhhh. Yummy.

//Sé que estoy mejor porque ví de reojo el siguiente capítulo del libro de filosofía y decidí dejarlo en el sillón rojo junto a la ventana para subir a mi habitación más oscura que nunca desde que decidí polarizar las ventanas para desnudarme y meterme debajo de dos cobijas gigantescas y mullidas abandonándome en los brazos de Morfeo arrullada por un te quiero de esos que saben muy dulce y se dicen al oído como en secreto, y un beso de despedida con sabor a granos de café y té verde//Oh felicidad. Dormir 8 horas. //

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

//Adoro escuchar la voz de mi papá. Aunque sea por teléfono. Hay ocasiones en que simplemente necesito escucharlo y asegurarme que está bien. Como hace un par de segundos. //¿Cómo estás? Ayer me acordé mucho de tí. Mañana voy para allá, a la Ganadera, de entrada por salida. Te marco en cuanto llegue. //Estoy bien. Un poco mal del estómago. Y tú//Bien, pero batallando con los animales, y así va a estar mientras no llueva. Tu problema es el estrés. Renuncia y vente para acá.//¿Ah sí? ¿Y qué hago allá? ¿Amansar toros?//(Risa)//Nos vemos mañana.

enchiladas + gastritis = mala combinación

XP

Classmate vs OLPC. Who wins?

Sé que estoy mal de la cabeza porque cuando no puedo dormir me pongo a leer libros de filosofía, o viejos listados de código en COBOL.

Microsoft Takes on the Free World

Microsoft has formally claimed that Open Source projects such as Linux violate 235 of its patents and is demanding royalties. While it's hardly the end of the FOSS world, it could mean a series of expensive and lengthy legal battles in the near future./Ash*



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Entertainment Weekly Interview w/ Shigeru Miyamoto

Renowned videogame designer Shigeru Miyamoto, now one of Time's 100 most influential people -- talks about social issues in gaming, risk-taking in design, and watching players' play./ Miyamoto rules.



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portfolio. she has the dishes, tita had the knitting, i have my stupid work. it´s all the same anyway.

Interview : Steve Wozniak Talks About the Future of Technology

''This morning I was fortunate enough to have a chance to sit down with Steve Wozniak, otherwise known as Woz, king of the geeks. The co-founder of Apple and the father of the personal computer is like Santa with a tech fetish, an incredibly nice guy with lots to say about the future of technology.''/Woz!



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the biodaversity code.

Firefox CEO speaks out

A fascinating interview with Mozilla CEO Mitchell Baker about where Firefox came from and where it’s going. Baker talks about putting Firefox on mobile phones; how it will take on Flash and Silverlight and how Firefox makes $US55million a year!//Do not miss the cute japanese pet.



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morning mega post*

If this were a diary. And I had the time to write on it...

9:00 pm. No me importa que todo el mundo esté corriendo de aquí para allá y el área de editores parezca un remolino, los niveles de estres estén al rojo vivo (harían saltar cualquier estresometro) y la tensión impere. Son las 9 y no me importa. Faltan muchas cosas por enviar. Mañana es el cierre. El diseñador no trabaja bien si no tiene las cosas a tiempo. Nada. Comienzo a cerrar las ventanas. Ya he estado aquí todo el día y no me siento nada bien físicamente. Según mi lógica, es hora de poner pies en polvorosa y que el mundo ruede. Cierro la última ventana. Shit Down. (pun intented). Guardo mis cosas y salgo apresuradamente sin decir adiós a nadie. Pongo el gaffete en el detector infrarrojo. La puerta se abre. "Hasta mañana", digo prácticamente sin desviar la mirada de la salida mientras me abalanzo a la puerta principal. Ahhhh. Por fin afuera. Menos mal que saqué todo el desmadre que traía en la bolsa. Así se siente ligera. Bueno, y ahora qué. Caminar. Observar. El tramo entre Sufragio Efectivo y Mina y la calle Rosales está relativamente tranquilo. Tengo que cenar algo. Sé que debo de cenar algo. Que no se me olviden las vitaminas. Afortunadamente la ranitidina funcionó. Ahora sí que mi estómago está produciendo más ácido que mi cabeza. ¿Existe algún tipo de ranitidina mental? Alto. Cruzo la calle. Un borrachín está sentado en la parada del camión y me mira con una mirada torva. Está vestido relativamente bien. "Yo trabajo ahí", me dice, señalando la Procuraduría. "Y seguro que acabas de salir de acá", pienso refiriendome a la cantina de mala muerte que está junto al table dance Secrets. Hmmm. Hora de tomar un taxi. No, mejor un camión. Lo que pase primero. Pasa una ruta 4. Calculo rápidamente los pros y los contras. Me deja lejos de mi casa, justo a la entrada de Perisur, lo que significa que tengo que caminar bastante y no hay ningún super de paso para comprar ingredientes para hacer el caldo de pollo que reclama el tirano de mi estómago que últimamente me está imponendo los peores tormentos. Nah. A quién engaño. No lo voy a hacer y además siempre se me olvida qué lleva y cómo se prepara. Puedo verlo en el libro de recetas. Puedo preguntarle a una señora -no seria la primera vez-. Nah. Mejor una Maruchan del Oxxo. Tienen trocitos de pollo deshidratado no? Que no cuenta igual? Supongo que no. O puedo hacer chorizo. Mmmm. Chorizo con pan. Ay niña. Bueno, de algo te tienes que morir. Subo al camión. ¿Y si voy al cine? No, que flojera. No hay nada bueno. Ademas estoy cansada. Sólo quiero cenar y dormir. Sobretodo dormir. El camión se detiene a media calle porque alguien baja. Seguro que no está permitido que se detenga aquí, junto a un trailer, donde nada que ver y pueden atropellar a la gente cuando se baje... Bajo igual, y me echo andar pues todavía falta un buen trecho. Justo al dar la vuelta al trailer cuidando de que no me atropellen está un carro de hotdogs en el que siempre hay filas. Son unos hotdogs enormisimos que deben valer por 2000 calorias cada uno. Siempre esta lleno. Constato que esta vez es lo mismo. Sigo caminando. Dos abarrotes. Me detengo o no me detengo? No. Ah. La luna, la luna llena frente a mi. Parece una obra de arte salida de un montaje en Photoshop. Entre dos postes de luz, y al pie un maguey gigantesco. Wow. Esto es digno de fotografiarse, pienso. Lastima, no traigo ninguna cámara. Sigo caminando. Local de hamburguesas. Ni pensarlo. Malisimas y malas para mi problemita digestivo. Sigo adelante. Parque, escuela, barda, segundo carro de hotdogs, perro que hay que esquivar, casa de narcos, automóvil conocido, persona conocida, susto, corazon paralizado, no se que hacer, continuo caminando como si nada pasara, los ultimos metros parecen un kilómetro. Oxxo. Vecina. Casa. Donde estan las malditas llaves. Ah. Estoy dentro.

To be continued. Maybe.

The Tao of Pooh.

Homer Simpson aparece desnudo en Google Earth

Noooo!

Mega64 - Katamari Damacy

seriously, guys...

YouTube Founder Steve Chen Admits Girls Like Him A Lot More Now

So has the life of the geek turned millionaire changed since Google snapped up the company for $1.65 billion, Google’s second biggest deal ever?"So have people who wouldn’t talk to you before, now talk to you? Especially girls."Chen: "It’s a … Yes."Chen, watch out for the gold diggers, pun intended.// Revenge of the Geeks.



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EROTIC furniture (15 pics) !

Sexy tables and chairs ;) EROTIC furniture (15 pics) !//Very Kubrick.



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"The Internet interprets censorship as damage
and routes around it."

-- John Gilmore

The sentence is because of BB and the Boston Wi-Fi block.

But. Here in our state.

If Bours could -as he did- take off all the Proceso´s from the stores, we could and should print those articles a thousand times for each magazine bought by the goverment. We should literally fill the streets with them -not even because we simpathize with the articles-, but because we hate the idea of censorship.

What is this? The Echeverría times? I am just saying, even thought nobody cares.

The sad thing is not that they believe they can block the sun with a finger -albeit buying all the magazines before the people can get them-, the sad thing is that we let them do it without any single fucking reaction to it.

Even sadder. They get along with their purpose, and nobody reads them. Later they watch Telemax and see how everything os OK. They see a flashing segment about an article and figure something is going on, but do not know what the fuck is all the deal about. One milisecond later it all gets fuzzy. It fades.

Cut to shiny commercial saying how our state is the leader again.

The Reason Magazine.

Porn is now LESS and LESS popular on the Internet

In America, the proportion of site visits that are pornographic is falling and people are flocking to sites categorized “net communities and chat”—chiefly social-networking sites such as MySpace, Bebo and Facebook. Traffic to such sites is poised to overtake traffic to sex sites in America any day now (see chart).//Tsk Tsk.



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Michael Dell uses Ubuntu!

Lately I have been blogging that I am an Ubuntu Fan and use both Ubuntu and Mac. The story was that after 20 years of struggling with Microsoft, after a major crash of my Lenovo that left me without access to my data for five days I was ready for something new. I experimented both with Mac and Ubuntu and liked both for different reasons and now I u



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Seriously. It is terrible.

*best hate mail. ever.

From: xxx xxx [mailto:xxxxxx@gmail.com]
Sent: Jueves, 12 de Abril de 2007 09:44 p.m.
To: Maria S. Arvizu
Subject: ...

"Me refiero al que todos los días en su casa se enfrenta con una máquina con virus o spyware, que se congela, se traba o peor, pone una pantalla azul con caracteres hexadecimales ininteligibles para el común de los mortales y obliga a reiniciarla. "

Pinche india,apuesto que hoy en dia no has probado Windows Vista y ni siquiera te has tomado la molestia de ver los avances que ha realizado Microsoft y no solo me refiero a Sistema Operativo. Pero en fin pinche perra, eres una pinche ignorante, no objetiva que le le gusta blasfemar y dañar a una empresa sin fundamentos.

Tengo usando Windows XP desde que salio hace ya varios años atras y actualmente estoy usando Windows Vista, y sabes cuantas pantallas azules he visto perra??? Ninguna pinche cabrona.

--
xxx xxx.

We'd be better off without Religion

In London's Westminster Central Hall on March 27, some 2,000 people turned out to hear Hitchens, Dawkins and philosopher A.C. Grayling debate a trio of religious authorities on the question "We'd be better off without Religion." (The motion carried, 1,205 to 778.) //Duh.



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I wish i had bookmarks in my brain. So many things have happened and I can only remember last 24 hours. Maybe if I try harder last week, from monday. Ok maybe more, but what a hassle. SO anyway I did went hometown (finally!) for vacations but OMFG that was a full house with my two brothers, their girlfriends and two little children (hell of hells). Fuck, I said. And then headed to the bed that I would have to share with my mom since girlfriend 1 was all over MY ROOM (brother 1 threatened my mother that he was SO going back to HMO if she diddnt let her stay there, since she has her little child with her). Gilfriend 2 was in an individual bed next to mine. Oh fuck. Fuck of Fucks. Gladly, there was a lot of religious events -the viacrucis, the march of silence, the mass of this, the mass of that, the rosario de pesame, the adoration of the cross, jeez...- and mom dragged everyone there with her. Every one but me, that is. Ahhh. Silence. I almost lock the house to let everyone else out once they come back. But then who would make the food and all? SO I let them in. Meanwhile, my dad who is not atheist but antireligious -thankfully- was in the wild, and would come once in a while to chat a little, or to see how I was doing. I was ok -well mostly, because due to the full house parade I had way too much acid in my stomach, and felt more stressed that at the office-, installed in my side of the bed, with the lamp on (my dad & mom are always turning off the lights) and reading, first, Werther (Goethe) and then Humillados y Ofendidos (F. Dostoyevsky). Ah, no one could keep me away from those books and the bed, except for the condimented food my mom did -i ate three times a day or more!!!- which kept me not very well from my acid problem. Finally I ended up with the books and consented with being a little more social, as if I had a heart or something. This way I helped girlfriend 1 to use her camera, girlfriend 2 to use her videocamera, son of girlfriend 1 to read the lines of Hitman, only to take the controls for my self and end up killing some guys in sicily as agent 47. Wee! After I decided i was ok with living in that madhouse for four interminable days I went under the sun for the first time, to milk the cows and have some coffee at the milpa with my dad. That was nice. I have a lot of scratches to show for that (who needs tatoos when you have scars & scratches?) and the blair witch´s project style movie I did in the temporal. I am a danger with a videocamera. Finally I agreed to go with my dad to a place called EL COMARI where there is something similar to a lake except the water is there because of the rain and it is for the cows, ducks and deers to come down from the hills and drink. We started a fire and dad gave me a catre where I happily lied for a while until it was dark and then the wonders started. I had almost forgotten how beautiful, I repeat, how beautiful is the sky in the desert at night. Magic is little. It was amazing. We were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by cacti, mezquite and a whole little flora who flourish on spring time in the semi desertic areas. Whew. That was beautiful. I could smell it all. And I slept under the stars, with orion and the pleyades as ceiling. As borat would have said: Very Nice. To be Continued...

Atheist divorce rate is Lower than Christian

Christians believe they hold the monopoly on family values and morals, but studies now prove that they divorce at a MUCH higher rate than Atheists. //Interesting.



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