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.
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