Bob sings the freedom once more as
I lite up a spliff
choke on the cold ashes behind
my front teeth and feel the cold
gray gritty mud turn to cold cream
in my esophagus moisturizing my lungs
sliding, trickling, rubbing my ky-belly
like Paris in the springtime at night
Do you want to parler un peu de français
she asks in the fuzzy green electronic night
while her française warms my mouth
my ears scream and roar as the alien crawls
on the bed
like she knows what to do
does she know how to do?
silk, warm silk
hot silk
31 julio 2005
Noticias
El Senado de los Estados Unidos aprobó la extensión de la Ley Patriota que otorga amplios poderes de vigilancia. Si en diez días el Presidente Bush aprueba la extensión, ésta se convertirá en ley.
30 julio 2005
Nirvana - Something in the way
Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I’ve trapped
Have all become my pets
And I’m living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It’s okay to eat fish
’cause they don’t have any feelings
Something in the way
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I’ve trapped
Have all become my pets
And I’m living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It’s okay to eat fish
’cause they don’t have any feelings
Something in the way
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29 julio 2005
Curiosidad
Nada más me entró la curiosidad acerca de Microsoft Virtual Earth y Google Maps...
¿Porqué tanta fotografía aérea de zonas residenciales? O sea, ¿éstas ya existían desde antes? Si no, ¿Porqué andan sacando fotos de donde vive la gente? ¿A quién le sirve tanta información y para qué?
¿Porqué tanta fotografía aérea de zonas residenciales? O sea, ¿éstas ya existían desde antes? Si no, ¿Porqué andan sacando fotos de donde vive la gente? ¿A quién le sirve tanta información y para qué?
27 julio 2005
26 julio 2005
Observaciones curiosas
El terremoto que provocó el tsunami del 26 de diciembre tenía magnitud entre 9.1 y 9.3. Duró 10 minutos. Usualmente los terremotos duran segundos.
El 28 de marzo del 2005 un terremoto de magnitud 8.7 sacudió a la misma región originando del mismo lugar.
No han habido terremotos más fuertes que desde hace 40 años.
Las observaciones curiosas:
* El 26 de diciembre es el día después de la Navidad.
* El 28 de marzo fue el día después de la Pascua.
Referencias:
Terremoto del 26 de diciembre (CNN)
Terremoto del 28 de marzo (USGS)
Los 10 terremotos más poderosos del siglo (USGS)
El 28 de marzo del 2005 un terremoto de magnitud 8.7 sacudió a la misma región originando del mismo lugar.
No han habido terremotos más fuertes que desde hace 40 años.
Las observaciones curiosas:
* El 26 de diciembre es el día después de la Navidad.
* El 28 de marzo fue el día después de la Pascua.
Referencias:
Terremoto del 26 de diciembre (CNN)
Terremoto del 28 de marzo (USGS)
Los 10 terremotos más poderosos del siglo (USGS)
25 julio 2005
Café Tacuba - No me comprendes
Me dices loco porque me río
cuando debiera tal vez llorar,
me dices loco porque he llorado
cuando era todo felicidad.
No me comprendes, me dices loco.
Solo te inspiro curiosidad.
Y si supieras que hay una inmensa
sed de ternura dentro de mí,
Si comprendieras
que hay un secreto
que a nadie he dicho,
porque yo a nadie le hablo de ti.
Si tú supieras o comprendieras,
pero tu nunca comprenderás,
que mi secreto ni tú ni nadie
ha de saberlo nunca jamás.
Me dices loco, porque me río
cuando debiera tal vez llorar,
me dices loco porque he llorado
cuando era todo felicidad.
cuando debiera tal vez llorar,
me dices loco porque he llorado
cuando era todo felicidad.
No me comprendes, me dices loco.
Solo te inspiro curiosidad.
Y si supieras que hay una inmensa
sed de ternura dentro de mí,
Si comprendieras
que hay un secreto
que a nadie he dicho,
porque yo a nadie le hablo de ti.
Si tú supieras o comprendieras,
pero tu nunca comprenderás,
que mi secreto ni tú ni nadie
ha de saberlo nunca jamás.
Me dices loco, porque me río
cuando debiera tal vez llorar,
me dices loco porque he llorado
cuando era todo felicidad.
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23 julio 2005
21 julio 2005
Noticias
Desde mañana los efectos personales de la gente en la ciudad de Nueva York serán revisados por la policía sin previo aviso. La cuarta enmienda de la Declaración de Derechos de los Estados Unidos garantiza la seguridad de los ciudadanos y con su propiedad de órdenes de cateo al menos que éstas últimas provengan de una razón justificable y además que especifiquen lo que será buscado.
La cámara de diputados estadunidense aprobó una extensión de 10 años al PATRIOT ACT, por sus siglas en inglés. El PATRIOT ACT permite a la policía, el FBI y a otras autoridades gubernamentales monitorear aquella gente que se le sospecha de ser terrorista. No se requiren órdenes de busca ni autorización por parte de las cortes para realizar. Es posible que uno sea detenido indefinidamente y sin explicación alguna de los cargos por los que se le atribuye responsabilidad.
La cámara de diputados estadunidense aprobó una extensión de 10 años al PATRIOT ACT, por sus siglas en inglés. El PATRIOT ACT permite a la policía, el FBI y a otras autoridades gubernamentales monitorear aquella gente que se le sospecha de ser terrorista. No se requiren órdenes de busca ni autorización por parte de las cortes para realizar. Es posible que uno sea detenido indefinidamente y sin explicación alguna de los cargos por los que se le atribuye responsabilidad.
20 julio 2005
John/Juan 10:14-16
I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me -- just as the Father knows me and I know the Father -- and I lay my life down for the sheep. I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. The too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd.
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Pero yo soy el buen pastor; conozco a mis ovejas y ellas me conocen, del mismo modo que mi Padre me conoce y yo lo conozco a Él. Yo pongo mi vida por mis ovejas. Además de estas ovejas, tengo otras que no son de este redil. También a ellas debo traerlas conmigo; oirán mi voz, y habrá un solo rebaño y un solo pastor.
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19 julio 2005
Manu Chao - Lágrimas de oro
Tú no tienes la culpa mi amor
Que el mundo sea tan feo
Tú no tienes la culpa mi amo
De tanto tiroteo
Vas por la calle llorando
Lágrimas de oro
Vas por la calle brotando
Lágrimas de oro
Tú no tienes la culpa mi amor
De tanto cachondeo
Tú no tienes la culpa mi amor
Vámonos de jaleo
Ahí por la calle llorando
Lágrimas de oro
Ahí por la calle brotando
Lágrimas de oro
Llegó el cancodrilo y Super Chango
Y toda la vaina de Maracaibo
En este mundo hay mucha confusión
Suenan los tambores de la rebelión
Suena mi pueblo suena la razón
Suena el guaguancon
tú no tienes la culpa mi amor
Lágrimas de oro...
Que el mundo sea tan feo
Tú no tienes la culpa mi amo
De tanto tiroteo
Vas por la calle llorando
Lágrimas de oro
Vas por la calle brotando
Lágrimas de oro
Tú no tienes la culpa mi amor
De tanto cachondeo
Tú no tienes la culpa mi amor
Vámonos de jaleo
Ahí por la calle llorando
Lágrimas de oro
Ahí por la calle brotando
Lágrimas de oro
Llegó el cancodrilo y Super Chango
Y toda la vaina de Maracaibo
En este mundo hay mucha confusión
Suenan los tambores de la rebelión
Suena mi pueblo suena la razón
Suena el guaguancon
tú no tienes la culpa mi amor
Lágrimas de oro...
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Good ideas for the future - Biogas
A Rwandan prison uses human excrement as an energy supply. The poop is sent to a "digester," which is chamber where bacteria eat the poop and expel it as methane. The remaining poop is used as an odorless fertilizer.
Technical fact from the article: "The lead engineer on the project, Ainea Kimaro, says that within four weeks, 100 cubic meters of waste can be transformed into 50 cubic meters of fuel."
http://www.wired.com/news/planet/0,2782,68127,00.html?tw=wn_3techhead
Technical fact from the article: "The lead engineer on the project, Ainea Kimaro, says that within four weeks, 100 cubic meters of waste can be transformed into 50 cubic meters of fuel."
http://www.wired.com/news/planet/0,2782,68127,00.html?tw=wn_3techhead
18 julio 2005
Jugando con sonido
http://moebio.com/santiago/sonidoyenergia/#
Me divertí un haciendo una cancion con la de "cristal". El de las triadas me dio un viaje que me dejó como en estopor. Luego de salir de eso, me dio un dolor de cabeza. Así que, tengan cuidado con las frecuencias, eh niños. No se vayan a malpasar.
Me divertí un haciendo una cancion con la de "cristal". El de las triadas me dio un viaje que me dejó como en estopor. Luego de salir de eso, me dio un dolor de cabeza. Así que, tengan cuidado con las frecuencias, eh niños. No se vayan a malpasar.
Being Christian
I didn't go to church yesterday, but I think that's something I'm supposed to be doing. Karl Marx was right, religion is the opiate of the masses. It's frightening to see how dependent people become on social constructs. Then, church leaders take advantage of people's dependence on them. Put another way, it's like the Dark Ages again, where priests and ministers have the authority to decide what is Christian and what is not. Only this time, it's a spiritual Dark Ages because people can read the Bible, and they can access theological materials. Only they choose not to and they'd rather have someone else do the thinking for them. But logic and reason isn't divorced from spirituality. Granted, faith plays a major role, but that's a subject for another post.
Personally, not going to church is a struggle for me, because I've been raised to believe that a good Christian goes to church. My dad actually still believes that. But as several good people have told me, it's enough that you confess that Christ is risen for you to be saved. It's so easy... so how come other Christians are making it so hard?
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Les cuento a mis lectores en inglés que no fui a la iglesia y que el no ir para mí representa un reto. Sucede que, como Dostoevsky, estoy en contra de la iglesia como institución por el hecho que algo así de importante como las almas de los hombres, se pretende estar en manos de una estructura burocrática. Además estoy en contra de que la sociedad ha creado la necesidad de depender espiritualmente de estas instituciones cuando la neta de la neta, la palabra de Jesús nos vino a liberar. -Porque entonces conoceréis la verdad, y la verdad os hará libres- dijo en Juan 8:32. Y la neta de la neta es que sólo basta con que confieses a Jesús como hijo de Dios y que creas que Dios lo haya resucitado.
Entonces pues, estoy parado en el mar sintiendo la fuerza de las olas que se retiran hacia las profundidades desconocidas. La arena debajo de mis pies se retrae y se siente como si estuviera avanzando sin caminar. Me mareo un poco. Pero no puedo levantar ni mover mis piernas hasta que ya no haya mar delante de mí. Sólo entonces podré caminar y encontrar tierra firme, con el mar a mi espalda.
Personally, not going to church is a struggle for me, because I've been raised to believe that a good Christian goes to church. My dad actually still believes that. But as several good people have told me, it's enough that you confess that Christ is risen for you to be saved. It's so easy... so how come other Christians are making it so hard?
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Les cuento a mis lectores en inglés que no fui a la iglesia y que el no ir para mí representa un reto. Sucede que, como Dostoevsky, estoy en contra de la iglesia como institución por el hecho que algo así de importante como las almas de los hombres, se pretende estar en manos de una estructura burocrática. Además estoy en contra de que la sociedad ha creado la necesidad de depender espiritualmente de estas instituciones cuando la neta de la neta, la palabra de Jesús nos vino a liberar. -Porque entonces conoceréis la verdad, y la verdad os hará libres- dijo en Juan 8:32. Y la neta de la neta es que sólo basta con que confieses a Jesús como hijo de Dios y que creas que Dios lo haya resucitado.
Entonces pues, estoy parado en el mar sintiendo la fuerza de las olas que se retiran hacia las profundidades desconocidas. La arena debajo de mis pies se retrae y se siente como si estuviera avanzando sin caminar. Me mareo un poco. Pero no puedo levantar ni mover mis piernas hasta que ya no haya mar delante de mí. Sólo entonces podré caminar y encontrar tierra firme, con el mar a mi espalda.
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17 julio 2005
Carroll y Dalí presentan Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe
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All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe
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"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
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He took his vorpal sword in hand:Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
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And, as in uffish thought he stood,The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
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One, two! One, two! And through and throughThe vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
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"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabious day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
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'Twas brillig and the slithy tovesdid gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
and the mome raths outgrabe.
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vox populi
16 julio 2005
Denis Diderot - from Jacques the fatalist and his master
Master: And why, Jacques, in your opinion, is he so worthy of respect?
Jacques: Because he attaches no importance to the good works he performs and must therefore be of a naturally kind disposition and have a long-standing habit of doing good.
Master: And how do you reach that conclusion?
Jacques: From the cold and indifferent manner in which he received my thanks. He did not acknowledge me. He didn't say a word. He seemed hardly to recognize me and, who knows, perhaps at this very moment he may be saying to himself with comtempt: 'Kindness must be a very strange thing to that traveller and just dealing a difficult thing for him since he is so touched by them.'
Jacques: Because he attaches no importance to the good works he performs and must therefore be of a naturally kind disposition and have a long-standing habit of doing good.
Master: And how do you reach that conclusion?
Jacques: From the cold and indifferent manner in which he received my thanks. He did not acknowledge me. He didn't say a word. He seemed hardly to recognize me and, who knows, perhaps at this very moment he may be saying to himself with comtempt: 'Kindness must be a very strange thing to that traveller and just dealing a difficult thing for him since he is so touched by them.'
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Denis Diderot - from Jacques the fatalist and his master
(This is the continuation between Jacques and his master's conversation. But first, a little background. In Jacques' story, a poor woman spilled a jar of oil outside an inn and was in hysterics because it was her income for the month. Although Jacques was down to his last pennies, he gave the woman some money. Then Jacques left the village, but bandits assaulted him on his way out. Jacques' master is none too pleased about the whole ordeal.)
Jacques: ... The surgeon... Master, what's wrong with you? You're clenching your teeth and getting all agitated as if you were in the presence of some enemy.
Master: That's exactly what I am. I've got my sword in my hand, I'm descending on your robbers and I'm avenging you. Tell me how it is that whoever wrote out the great scroll could have decreed that such would be the reward of a noble act? Why should I, who am merely a miserable compound of faults, take your defence while He calmly watched you being attacked, knocked down, manhandled and trampled underfoot, He who is supposed to be the embodiment of all perfection?...
Jacques: Master, be quiet, be quiet. What you are saying stinks to high heaven of heresy.
Jacques: ... The surgeon... Master, what's wrong with you? You're clenching your teeth and getting all agitated as if you were in the presence of some enemy.
Master: That's exactly what I am. I've got my sword in my hand, I'm descending on your robbers and I'm avenging you. Tell me how it is that whoever wrote out the great scroll could have decreed that such would be the reward of a noble act? Why should I, who am merely a miserable compound of faults, take your defence while He calmly watched you being attacked, knocked down, manhandled and trampled underfoot, He who is supposed to be the embodiment of all perfection?...
Jacques: Master, be quiet, be quiet. What you are saying stinks to high heaven of heresy.
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Denis Diderot - from Jacques the fatalist and his master
'Is that you there, Monsieur Gousse?'
'No, Madame, I am here.'
'Where have you come from?'
'From where I've just been.'
'What did you do there?'
'I repaired a windmill which was working badly.'
'To whom did this windmill belong?'
'I don't know. I didn't go there to mend the miller.'
'You're very well dressed today, contrary to your usual practice. But tell me, why are you wearing such a dirty shirt under a clean shirt?'
'That's because I've only got one.'
'Why have you only got one?'
'Because I only have one body at a time.'
'My husband's not here, but I hope that won't prevent you from having dinner with us.'
'No, it won't, since I haven't entrusted him with neither my stomach nor my appetite.'
'How is your wife keeping?'
'However she likes. That's her business.'
'And your children?'
'Wonderful.'
'And the one with the nice eyes, who looks so healthy and has such beautiful skin?'
'Much better than the others -- he's dead.'
'Are you teaching them anything?'
'No, madame.'
'What, not even reading, writing or catechism?'
'No reading, no writing and no catechism?'
'And why is that?'
'Because nobody taught me anything and I'm not any the more ignorant for it. If they've got brains they'll do as I've done. If they're stupid what I teach them will only make them more stupid.'
'No, Madame, I am here.'
'Where have you come from?'
'From where I've just been.'
'What did you do there?'
'I repaired a windmill which was working badly.'
'To whom did this windmill belong?'
'I don't know. I didn't go there to mend the miller.'
'You're very well dressed today, contrary to your usual practice. But tell me, why are you wearing such a dirty shirt under a clean shirt?'
'That's because I've only got one.'
'Why have you only got one?'
'Because I only have one body at a time.'
'My husband's not here, but I hope that won't prevent you from having dinner with us.'
'No, it won't, since I haven't entrusted him with neither my stomach nor my appetite.'
'How is your wife keeping?'
'However she likes. That's her business.'
'And your children?'
'Wonderful.'
'And the one with the nice eyes, who looks so healthy and has such beautiful skin?'
'Much better than the others -- he's dead.'
'Are you teaching them anything?'
'No, madame.'
'What, not even reading, writing or catechism?'
'No reading, no writing and no catechism?'
'And why is that?'
'Because nobody taught me anything and I'm not any the more ignorant for it. If they've got brains they'll do as I've done. If they're stupid what I teach them will only make them more stupid.'
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15 julio 2005
Isaiah 55
Come, all you who are thirsty,
come to the waters;
and you who have no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without cost.
Why spend money on what is not bread,
and your labor on what does not
satisfy?
Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight in the richest
of fare.
Give ear and come to me;
hear me, that your soul may live.
I will make an everlasting covenant with
you,
my faithful love promised to David.
See, I have made him a witness to the
peoples,
a leader and commander of the peoples.
Surely you will summon nations you
know not,
and nations that do not know you will
hasten to you,
because of the Lord your God,
the Holy One of Israel,
for he has endowed you with splendor."
Seek the Lord while he may be found;
call on him when he is near.
Let the wicked forsake his way
and the evil man his thoughts.
Let him turn to the Lord, and he will
have mercy on him,
and to our God, for he will freely
pardon.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,"
declares the Lord.
"As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.
As the rain and snow come down from heaven
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my
mouth;
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I
sent it.
You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace
the mountains and hills
will clap their hands.
Instead of thornbush will grow the
pine tree,
and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the Lord's renown,
for an everlasting sign,
which will not be destroyed."
come to the waters;
and you who have no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without cost.
Why spend money on what is not bread,
and your labor on what does not
satisfy?
Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight in the richest
of fare.
Give ear and come to me;
hear me, that your soul may live.
I will make an everlasting covenant with
you,
my faithful love promised to David.
See, I have made him a witness to the
peoples,
a leader and commander of the peoples.
Surely you will summon nations you
know not,
and nations that do not know you will
hasten to you,
because of the Lord your God,
the Holy One of Israel,
for he has endowed you with splendor."
Seek the Lord while he may be found;
call on him when he is near.
Let the wicked forsake his way
and the evil man his thoughts.
Let him turn to the Lord, and he will
have mercy on him,
and to our God, for he will freely
pardon.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,"
declares the Lord.
"As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.
As the rain and snow come down from heaven
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my
mouth;
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I
sent it.
You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace
the mountains and hills
will clap their hands.
Instead of thornbush will grow the
pine tree,
and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the Lord's renown,
for an everlasting sign,
which will not be destroyed."
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Horatio - from Ars Poetica
Mediocribus esse poetis
Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae
(Ni los hombres, ni los dioses, ni las columnas le conceden mediocridad al poeta)
(Neither gods, men nor columns allow poets to be mediocre)
Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae
(Ni los hombres, ni los dioses, ni las columnas le conceden mediocridad al poeta)
(Neither gods, men nor columns allow poets to be mediocre)
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vox populi
14 julio 2005
Lewis Carroll - Through the looking glass
The shop seemed to be full of all manner of curious things -- but the oddest part of it all was that, whenever she looked hard at any shelf, to make out exactly what it had on it, that particular shelf was always quite empty, though the others round it were crowded as full as they could hold.
"Things flow about so here!" she said at last in a plaintive tone, after she had spent a minute or so in vainly pursuing a large bright thing, that looked sometimes like a doll and sometimes like a workbox, and was always in the shelf next above the one she was looking at. "And this one is the most provoking of all -- but I'll tell you what ---" she added as a sudden thought struck her. "I'll follow it up to the very top shelf of all. It'll puzzle it to go through the ceiling, I expect!"
But even this plan failed: the 'thing' went through the ceiling as quietly as possible, as if it were quite used to it.
"Things flow about so here!" she said at last in a plaintive tone, after she had spent a minute or so in vainly pursuing a large bright thing, that looked sometimes like a doll and sometimes like a workbox, and was always in the shelf next above the one she was looking at. "And this one is the most provoking of all -- but I'll tell you what ---" she added as a sudden thought struck her. "I'll follow it up to the very top shelf of all. It'll puzzle it to go through the ceiling, I expect!"
But even this plan failed: the 'thing' went through the ceiling as quietly as possible, as if it were quite used to it.
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13 julio 2005
Denis Diderot - from Jacques the fatalist and his master
His master, Xanthippus, said to him one summer's evening, or it may have been a winter's evening for that matter because the Greeks used to have baths whatever the season: 'Aesop, go to the baths. If there are not too many people there we'll take a bath.'
Aesop set off. On the way he met the town guard of Athens.
'Where are you going?'
'Where am I going?' replied Aesop. 'I don't know.'
'You don't know? Then you're coming with us to prison.'
'There you are,' said Aesop, 'Didn't I tell you I didn't know where I was going? I wanted to go to the baths, and here I am going to prison.'
Aesop set off. On the way he met the town guard of Athens.
'Where are you going?'
'Where am I going?' replied Aesop. 'I don't know.'
'You don't know? Then you're coming with us to prison.'
'There you are,' said Aesop, 'Didn't I tell you I didn't know where I was going? I wanted to go to the baths, and here I am going to prison.'
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10 julio 2005
Luke/Lucas 17:20-21
20 Once, having been asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God would come, Jesus replied, "The kingdom of God does not come with your careful observation, 21 nor will people say, 'Here it is,' or 'There it is,' because the kindgom of God is within you."
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20 Un día, los fariseos le preguntaron a Jesús acerca del momento en que había de llegar el reino de Dios. Él les contestó:
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20 Un día, los fariseos le preguntaron a Jesús acerca del momento en que había de llegar el reino de Dios. Él les contestó:
El reino de Dios no vendrá precedido de manifestaciones visibles.
21 Nadie dirá: Aquí está o Está allí, porque lo cierto es que el reino de Dios ya está entre vosotros.
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20 Interrogado pelos fariseus sobre quando viria o reino de Deus, Jesus lhes respondeu: Não vem o reino de Deus com visível aparência. 21 Nem dirão: Ei-lo aqui! Ou: Lá está! Porque o reino de Deus está dentro de vós.
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Luke/Lucas 8:9-10
9 His disciples asked him what this parable meant. 10 He said, "The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of God has been given to you, but to others I speak in parables, so that,
"' though seeing, they may not see;
though hearing, they may not
understand'"
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9 Sus discípulos le preguntaron:
--¿Qué significa esta parábola?
"' though seeing, they may not see;
though hearing, they may not
understand'"
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9 Sus discípulos le preguntaron:
--¿Qué significa esta parábola?
10 Él dijo:
--A vosotros os es dado conocer los misterios del reino de Dios, pero a los otros por parábolas, para que viendo no vean y oyendo no entiendan.
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9 E os seus discípulos o interrogaram, dizendo: Que parábola é esta?
10 Respondeu-lhes Jesus: A vós outris é dado conhecer os mistérios do reino de Deus; aos demais, fala-se por parábolas, para que, vendo, não vejam; e, ouvindo, não entendam.
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09 julio 2005
Denis Diderot - from Jacques the fatalist and his master
I enjoy writing up under assumed names the follies I have seen you commit. Your follies make me laugh and my writings annoy you. To speak to you frankly, Reader, I find that you are the more wicked of the two of us. How satisfied would I be if it were as easy for me to protect myself from your calumny as it is for you to protect yourself from the boredom or the danger of my work!
Filthy hypocrites. Leave me in peace. Fuck away like unsaddled asses but allow me to say 'fuck'. I allow you the action. Allow me the word. You boldly use words like 'kill', 'steal', 'betray', all the time but only dare to pronounce that word under your breath. Might it be that the less you allow such supposed impurities to pass your lips the more they remain in your thoughts? And what has a thing so natural, so right and so necessary as sexual intercourse done to you that you should exclude the word for it from your conversation and imagine that your mouth, your eyes and your ears will be sullied by it?
It is a good thing that the expressions we use least, write least, and repress most are the best known and the most widely understood. Thus the proper term is as common as the word 'bread'. It is present in every age in every idiom. There are a thousand synonyms in all languages and it impresses itself in each of us without being expressed, without voice and without shape, and the sex which does the thing the most is the one which says the word the least.
I can still hear you exclaiming: 'Oh! What a vulgar man! Oh! What a cynic! Oh! What a sophist!'
Go on. Heap your insults on an estimable author who is always in your hands and whom I only translate here. To me the freedom of his style is almost the guarantee of the purity of his morals. It is Montaigne. Lasciva est nobis pagina vita proba (Our page is licentious, but our life pure).
Filthy hypocrites. Leave me in peace. Fuck away like unsaddled asses but allow me to say 'fuck'. I allow you the action. Allow me the word. You boldly use words like 'kill', 'steal', 'betray', all the time but only dare to pronounce that word under your breath. Might it be that the less you allow such supposed impurities to pass your lips the more they remain in your thoughts? And what has a thing so natural, so right and so necessary as sexual intercourse done to you that you should exclude the word for it from your conversation and imagine that your mouth, your eyes and your ears will be sullied by it?
It is a good thing that the expressions we use least, write least, and repress most are the best known and the most widely understood. Thus the proper term is as common as the word 'bread'. It is present in every age in every idiom. There are a thousand synonyms in all languages and it impresses itself in each of us without being expressed, without voice and without shape, and the sex which does the thing the most is the one which says the word the least.
I can still hear you exclaiming: 'Oh! What a vulgar man! Oh! What a cynic! Oh! What a sophist!'
Go on. Heap your insults on an estimable author who is always in your hands and whom I only translate here. To me the freedom of his style is almost the guarantee of the purity of his morals. It is Montaigne. Lasciva est nobis pagina vita proba (Our page is licentious, but our life pure).
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Richard Stallman - The right to read
(from "The Road To Tycho", a collection of articles about the antecedents of the Lunarian Revolution, published in Luna City in 2096)
For Dan Halbert, the road to Tycho began in college--when Lissa Lenz asked to borrow his computer. Hers had broken down, and unless she could borrow another, she would fail her midterm project. There was no one she dared ask, except Dan.
This put Dan in a dilemma. He had to help her--but if he lent her his computer, she might read his books. Aside from the fact that you could go to prison for many years for letting someone else read your books, the very idea shocked him at first. Like everyone, he had been taught since elementary school that sharing books was nasty and wrong--something that only pirates would do.
And there wasn't much chance that the SPA--the Software Protection Authority--would fail to catch him. In his software class, Dan had learned that each book had a copyright monitor that reported when and where it was read, and by whom, to Central Licensing. (They used this information to catch reading pirates, but also to sell personal interest profiles to retailers.) The next time his computer was networked, Central Licensing would find out. He, as computer owner, would receive the harshest punishment--for not taking pains to prevent the crime.
Of course, Lissa did not necessarily intend to read his books. She might want the computer only to write her midterm. But Dan knew she came from a middle-class family and could hardly afford the tuition, let alone her reading fees. Reading his books might be the only way she could graduate. He understood this situation; he himself had had to borrow to pay for all the research papers he read. (10% of those fees went to the researchers who wrote the papers; since Dan aimed for an academic career, he could hope that his own research papers, if frequently referenced, would bring in enough to repay this loan.)
Later on, Dan would learn there was a time when anyone could go to the library and read journal articles, and even books, without having to pay. There were independent scholars who read thousands of pages without government library grants. But in the 1990s, both commercial and nonprofit journal publishers had begun charging fees for access. By 2047, libraries offering free public access to scholarly literature were a dim memory.
There were ways, of course, to get around the SPA and Central Licensing. They were themselves illegal. Dan had had a classmate in software, Frank Martucci, who had obtained an illicit debugging tool, and used it to skip over the copyright monitor code when reading books. But he had told too many friends about it, and one of them turned him in to the SPA for a reward (students deep in debt were easily tempted into betrayal). In 2047, Frank was in prison, not for pirate reading, but for possessing a debugger.
Dan would later learn that there was a time when anyone could have debugging tools. There were even free debugging tools available on CD or downloadable over the net. But ordinary users started using them to bypass copyright monitors, and eventually a judge ruled that this had become their principal use in actual practice. This meant they were illegal; the debuggers' developers were sent to prison.
Programmers still needed debugging tools, of course, but debugger vendors in 2047 distributed numbered copies only, and only to officially licensed and bonded programmers. The debugger Dan used in software class was kept behind a special firewall so that it could be used only for class exercises.
It was also possible to bypass the copyright monitors by installing a modified system kernel. Dan would eventually find out about the free kernels, even entire free operating systems, that had existed around the turn of the century. But not only were they illegal, like debuggers--you could not install one if you had one, without knowing your computer's root password. And neither the FBI nor Microsoft Support would tell you that.
Dan concluded that he couldn't simply lend Lissa his computer. But he couldn't refuse to help her, because he loved her. Every chance to speak with her filled him with delight. And that she chose him to ask for help, that could mean she loved him too.
Dan resolved the dilemma by doing something even more unthinkable--he lent her the computer, and told her his password. This way, if Lissa read his books, Central Licensing would think he was reading them. It was still a crime, but the SPA would not automatically find out about it. They would only find out if Lissa reported him.
Of course, if the school ever found out that he had given Lissa his own password, it would be curtains for both of them as students, regardless of what she had used it for. School policy was that any interference with their means of monitoring students' computer use was grounds for disciplinary action. It didn't matter whether you did anything harmful--the offense was making it hard for the administrators to check on you. They assumed this meant you were doing something else forbidden, and they did not need to know what it was.
Students were not usually expelled for this--not directly. Instead they were banned from the school computer systems, and would inevitably fail all their classes.
Later, Dan would learn that this kind of university policy started only in the 1980s, when university students in large numbers began using computers. Previously, universities maintained a different approach to student discipline; they punished activities that were harmful, not those that merely raised suspicion.
Lissa did not report Dan to the SPA. His decision to help her led to their marriage, and also led them to question what they had been taught about piracy as children. The couple began reading about the history of copyright, about the Soviet Union and its restrictions on copying, and even the original United States Constitution. They moved to Luna, where they found others who had likewise gravitated away from the long arm of the SPA. When the Tycho Uprising began in 2062, the universal right to read soon became one of its central aims.
For Dan Halbert, the road to Tycho began in college--when Lissa Lenz asked to borrow his computer. Hers had broken down, and unless she could borrow another, she would fail her midterm project. There was no one she dared ask, except Dan.
This put Dan in a dilemma. He had to help her--but if he lent her his computer, she might read his books. Aside from the fact that you could go to prison for many years for letting someone else read your books, the very idea shocked him at first. Like everyone, he had been taught since elementary school that sharing books was nasty and wrong--something that only pirates would do.
And there wasn't much chance that the SPA--the Software Protection Authority--would fail to catch him. In his software class, Dan had learned that each book had a copyright monitor that reported when and where it was read, and by whom, to Central Licensing. (They used this information to catch reading pirates, but also to sell personal interest profiles to retailers.) The next time his computer was networked, Central Licensing would find out. He, as computer owner, would receive the harshest punishment--for not taking pains to prevent the crime.
Of course, Lissa did not necessarily intend to read his books. She might want the computer only to write her midterm. But Dan knew she came from a middle-class family and could hardly afford the tuition, let alone her reading fees. Reading his books might be the only way she could graduate. He understood this situation; he himself had had to borrow to pay for all the research papers he read. (10% of those fees went to the researchers who wrote the papers; since Dan aimed for an academic career, he could hope that his own research papers, if frequently referenced, would bring in enough to repay this loan.)
Later on, Dan would learn there was a time when anyone could go to the library and read journal articles, and even books, without having to pay. There were independent scholars who read thousands of pages without government library grants. But in the 1990s, both commercial and nonprofit journal publishers had begun charging fees for access. By 2047, libraries offering free public access to scholarly literature were a dim memory.
There were ways, of course, to get around the SPA and Central Licensing. They were themselves illegal. Dan had had a classmate in software, Frank Martucci, who had obtained an illicit debugging tool, and used it to skip over the copyright monitor code when reading books. But he had told too many friends about it, and one of them turned him in to the SPA for a reward (students deep in debt were easily tempted into betrayal). In 2047, Frank was in prison, not for pirate reading, but for possessing a debugger.
Dan would later learn that there was a time when anyone could have debugging tools. There were even free debugging tools available on CD or downloadable over the net. But ordinary users started using them to bypass copyright monitors, and eventually a judge ruled that this had become their principal use in actual practice. This meant they were illegal; the debuggers' developers were sent to prison.
Programmers still needed debugging tools, of course, but debugger vendors in 2047 distributed numbered copies only, and only to officially licensed and bonded programmers. The debugger Dan used in software class was kept behind a special firewall so that it could be used only for class exercises.
It was also possible to bypass the copyright monitors by installing a modified system kernel. Dan would eventually find out about the free kernels, even entire free operating systems, that had existed around the turn of the century. But not only were they illegal, like debuggers--you could not install one if you had one, without knowing your computer's root password. And neither the FBI nor Microsoft Support would tell you that.
Dan concluded that he couldn't simply lend Lissa his computer. But he couldn't refuse to help her, because he loved her. Every chance to speak with her filled him with delight. And that she chose him to ask for help, that could mean she loved him too.
Dan resolved the dilemma by doing something even more unthinkable--he lent her the computer, and told her his password. This way, if Lissa read his books, Central Licensing would think he was reading them. It was still a crime, but the SPA would not automatically find out about it. They would only find out if Lissa reported him.
Of course, if the school ever found out that he had given Lissa his own password, it would be curtains for both of them as students, regardless of what she had used it for. School policy was that any interference with their means of monitoring students' computer use was grounds for disciplinary action. It didn't matter whether you did anything harmful--the offense was making it hard for the administrators to check on you. They assumed this meant you were doing something else forbidden, and they did not need to know what it was.
Students were not usually expelled for this--not directly. Instead they were banned from the school computer systems, and would inevitably fail all their classes.
Later, Dan would learn that this kind of university policy started only in the 1980s, when university students in large numbers began using computers. Previously, universities maintained a different approach to student discipline; they punished activities that were harmful, not those that merely raised suspicion.
Lissa did not report Dan to the SPA. His decision to help her led to their marriage, and also led them to question what they had been taught about piracy as children. The couple began reading about the history of copyright, about the Soviet Union and its restrictions on copying, and even the original United States Constitution. They moved to Luna, where they found others who had likewise gravitated away from the long arm of the SPA. When the Tycho Uprising began in 2062, the universal right to read soon became one of its central aims.
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vox populi
07 julio 2005
Al carajo con el amor
Prefiero evitar sumarme a la humanidad que ha escrito interminablemente sobre este tema. No aportaré nada que no se haya escrito o dicho previamente. Sin embargo, me basta con decir -- Al carajo con el amor.
Al carajo con el amor pendejo que pide que te entregues y que te sacrifiques por ella cuando sabes que, además de que ella se muere por tí, no te devuelve tus llamadas.
Al carajo con el amor que junta miradas que dicen todo y sin embargo no pueden conversar sin que los dos balbuceen como tontos.
Al carajo con el amor negro invasor, cuando lo que más quieres es pensar con claridad.
Al carajo con el amor eléctrico que te da palpitaciones y cosquilleo cada vez que la ves, pero siendo honestos, cada vez que la ves tu corazón te duele como si te lo hubieran pasado por un vil rayador de queso.
Al carajo con el amor patético que te obliga a descargarte por medio de una pluma, o peor aún, en un blog.
¡Al carajo!
¡Ya vete pinche amor!
Al carajo con el amor pendejo que pide que te entregues y que te sacrifiques por ella cuando sabes que, además de que ella se muere por tí, no te devuelve tus llamadas.
Al carajo con el amor que junta miradas que dicen todo y sin embargo no pueden conversar sin que los dos balbuceen como tontos.
Al carajo con el amor negro invasor, cuando lo que más quieres es pensar con claridad.
Al carajo con el amor eléctrico que te da palpitaciones y cosquilleo cada vez que la ves, pero siendo honestos, cada vez que la ves tu corazón te duele como si te lo hubieran pasado por un vil rayador de queso.
Al carajo con el amor patético que te obliga a descargarte por medio de una pluma, o peor aún, en un blog.
¡Al carajo!
¡Ya vete pinche amor!
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TLAHTOLLI
06 julio 2005
Cesar Vallejo - Trilce - XVI
Tengo fe en ser fuerte.
Dame aire manco, dame ir
galoneándome de ceros a la izquierda.
Y tú, sueño, dame tu diamante implacable,
tu tiempo de deshora.
Tengo fe en ser fuerte.
Por ahí avanza cóncava mujer,
cantidad incolora, cuya
gracia se cierra donde me abro.
Al aire fray pasado. Cangrejos, zote!
Avístase la verde bandera presidencial,
arriando las seis banderas restantes,
todas las colgaduras de la vuelta.
Tengo fe en que soy,
y en que he sido menos.
Ea! Buen primero!
Dame aire manco, dame ir
galoneándome de ceros a la izquierda.
Y tú, sueño, dame tu diamante implacable,
tu tiempo de deshora.
Tengo fe en ser fuerte.
Por ahí avanza cóncava mujer,
cantidad incolora, cuya
gracia se cierra donde me abro.
Al aire fray pasado. Cangrejos, zote!
Avístase la verde bandera presidencial,
arriando las seis banderas restantes,
todas las colgaduras de la vuelta.
Tengo fe en que soy,
y en que he sido menos.
Ea! Buen primero!
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Saludos
Querido Lector,
Este no es mi primer blog. Antes me obfuscaba en mis blogs con apodos y nombres de pluma, pero a través de ellos mis palabras y pensamientos se sentían falsos. Lamentablemente en ese entonces escribía con fin de impresionar a alguien. El colmo es que mi ego no tenía sustancia. Escribía mal.
Ahora no tengo porqué esconderme. Sigo escribiendo mal, no lo negaré pero mi amiga Guergana (visiten su blog, está riquísimo), pone palabras de buenos autores y poetas y yo, como buen mexicano, me fusilé esa idea descaradamente para aplicarla a mi blog. De vez en cuando publicaré también mis cuentitos, pensamientos y artículos. A ver hasta donde llega este proyecto.
Mientras, disfruten del chou.
Este no es mi primer blog. Antes me obfuscaba en mis blogs con apodos y nombres de pluma, pero a través de ellos mis palabras y pensamientos se sentían falsos. Lamentablemente en ese entonces escribía con fin de impresionar a alguien. El colmo es que mi ego no tenía sustancia. Escribía mal.
Ahora no tengo porqué esconderme. Sigo escribiendo mal, no lo negaré pero mi amiga Guergana (visiten su blog, está riquísimo), pone palabras de buenos autores y poetas y yo, como buen mexicano, me fusilé esa idea descaradamente para aplicarla a mi blog. De vez en cuando publicaré también mis cuentitos, pensamientos y artículos. A ver hasta donde llega este proyecto.
Mientras, disfruten del chou.
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