Las tonterias que Tweetea el señor diputado Fernandez Noroña

  1. @Pajaropolitico En política se puede uno reunir con todo mundo y en la vida cada quien es responsable de sus actos

  2. @geckorules Es cierto lo del arancel cero, es gravísimo, se sigue atentando contra la planta productiva mexicana

  3. Estoy en la Cámara un rato y me retiro a mis aposentos para acabar de salir de la gripe

  4. Buena cobertura en la quema de recibos de la CFE. Llegó la plana mayor del SME. Aparato se dizque seguridad impresionante en el zócalo

  5. Jóvenes ilsutres, andaba agripado (sigo aún), así que estuve recuperándome. Hoy buena protesta en Palacio Nacional

  6. Ayoooos ayoooos ayooos D-E-F-I-N-I-T-IV-O jejeje ayooooos

  7. Ah y quiero la felicidad para todos prianista, paniaguados, reaccionarios sin partido y, sobre todo, para le gente más pobre de este país

  8. Ya, ayooos ayoooos, me voy a leer y a dormir ahora si, ayoooos

  9. @_maxiturbe En eso andamos, hay que sumar gente en esa línea

  10. @hectorgr Pues ya puedes votar por Ebrard, si logra ser candidato, claro, jejeje

  11. @pepmac Unos recibos de la CFE hechos ceinizas, que cosas

  12. @arieligh ¿En serio le suspendieron la cuenta a Adela Micha?

  13. Que descansen, soy feliz muy feliz, paniaguados, ni se imaginan cuan feliz soy, inmensamente feliz ayoooos

  14. @hectorgr ¿Entonces será Paredes o Beltrones?

  15. Ayoooos ayoooos, mañana hay sesión de la Permanente e iré de visita. Miércoles regalo de reyes a FECAL

  16. @VivaPancho Vale, estamos en contacto ayoooos

  17. @traviesomex ¿Por que e juzgas tan duramente? Capullín, se menos exigente contigo y, sobre todo, menos racista y memo, jejeje

  18. @Gpo_Juanitos No es chilito pero ardió, verdad, capullito de alhelí, jejeje ayoooos

  19. @hectorgr Ahí la llevas, porristo de Peña Neutrón, Enrique IX o simplemnte neoliberal, represor y fatúo, que cosas

  20. @Gpo_Juanitos Pero los parió, jejeje ayooos capullito de alhelí

  21. @VivaPancho Pero bueno de ladilla que es, jejeje

  22. @foreingaffairs Son la crema y nata, en realidad son bastante natas

  23. @VivaPancho Uh que la, te oigo la mar de raro. En fin, si no se puede que remedio

  24. @hectorgr Capullo, al primero en exigir el máximo rendimiento es a mi mismo. Pero harás bien en esfúmarte, jejeje

  25. @VivaPancho órale, ¿Lo estás defendiendo en serio?

  26. @Gpo_Juanitos Dile a tu madre que hoy no llego, jejeje

  27. @VivaPancho Es más bruto que una tapia. ¿Cómo va tu tarea de reconstrucción? Se me hace que ya valió bolillo, jejeje

  28. @liligcancun Muchas gracias, un abrazote

  29. @Pitayezca Cierto, hay muchos pero dos son los reyes de los subnormales, jejeje

  30. Les digo, @Jan_Herzog Hernández en realidad, acepta ser subnormal, acomplejado y pelmazo, pero no mentiroso, la verdad también lo es, jejeje

Okay, It’s 2010. Is the Future Here Yet?

 

“I remember when I used to think the year 2000 was the future. What an IDIOT I was.” – Jonathan Coulton (Jan 4, 2010 via Twitter)
As a free society we’ve always had a Utopian view of the future. This view has been reflected in movies, in literature and with cutting edge technology. From the realization of an actual hand held tablet similar to the one Picard held as he strolled around the Enterprise, to the imagined designs of futuristic electric cars – the future has always been one step ahead of the present. I guess that’s why it’s called the future. Growing up in the 1980’s and 1990’s, the 2000’s were always “the future.” Well, now the 2000’s are gone. So where are my flying cars? Where is my floating skateboard?
These ideals and visions of the future were ingrained into our brains as children, little did we realize that it was strictly fiction. However, the bright point is that all “future” technologies are based on a vision, in effect – fiction. The Dick Tracy comic strip envisioned video phone watches in the 1930’s. Electric cars have always been a stable of science fiction novels. Even the movie “Demolition Man” wasn’t far off in it’s envisioning of future mergers of companies and PC behavior. So in another way of looking at it, the future is here. We’re living in it. Sure it’s not exactly as we imagined it to be, but it’s getting there. I always warn though, if we’re not careful we’ll all be wandering around a complex in jumpsuits, cautiously checking the crystal in our palm as we wait for Carousel.

I have an issue of Popular Mechanics from February 1950. I’m sure you’ve heard of this issue. This is the one where they wonder what kinds of innovations will take place by the year 2000. There are some very interesting ideas in the article, some of which have come to fruition, and some of which are just plain stupid. First off, the picture on the front of the article shows the fictional town of Tottenville. The has a center, then the roads and the town radiate out from it. It’s one big circle. While perhaps fictional in 1950, one would only have to look at the Florida town of Rotonda from space to see the reality of it.
Next up were some great and really bad ideas. The best is still something that hasn’t been fully realized. The article hypothesized that we’d drop our dependence on nuclear power and switch completely to solar power. In this sense, it’s not the future yet as we’ve yet to convince our politicians that the solar power lobby will have as many bags of cash as the nuclear & coal lobbies if we just get them going. The article suggests homes and office buildings being built on the cheap out of prefabricated metals and clay sheeting. While the price tag of $5000 for a home is still a dream, many office buildings are put up using prefabricated framework.
Switching to the home, it’s suggested that in the year 2000 men would be using a chemical solution to shave with. I don’t know any men that use Nair, but clearly it exists. What does the future hold for shaving? I’m guessing something with lasers. Oh wait, that exists too. We are clearly in the future of shaving. How about electric stoves that heat food in a fraction of the time it takes ovens? We have the microwave. What’s the next step? We only have to turn to Star Trek for the answer to that. Or Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. Food replication is the future. We’re not quite there yet. The magazine kind of suggests that with eating food that was made from sawdust. I’m not much of a physics honk, so I can’t really wrap my brain around how that might be possible. How about dishes that dissolve under hot water? Yeah, we have so-called “disposable” plates but those are thrown in the trash and really wasteful. Quit being lazy. Wash your dishes.
If you want to check out the February 1950 Issue of Popular Mechanics, this blog has a nice layout of the pages. And before you comment, I am aware Popular Mechanics revisited the subject in 2000 with another set of things we’ll see in the next 50 years. But since it’s only been ten since that was published, I decided not to feature it.
The point is, we’ll always be dreaming about the future and what it has to offer. Advances in technology and the daily advancement of micro-technology will ensure we’re all still dreaming of the future. While we take science fiction for granted these days (I don’t, I believe everything I read in sci-fi novels is possible) we can’t discount their influence on future generations of inventors and creators. While we might not have cars to fly around in, we do have electric ones. While we don’t have food replicators yet, we do have devices that we can hold in our hands and be connected to the world. There is a lot of the future that is here already, but we’ll always be in the present. So here’s to looking to the future, because by my observation, it’s not here yet.

Conversations

«.»: ¿Qué vamos a hacer contigo?
«..»: Esa no es la pregunta, la pregunta es: ¿Qué harian sin mi?
«.»: Esa no es una pregunta, se acabaría la existencia del universo, pero eso es una certeza.

Colors and Shames

Blanco: Los momentos juntos.
Negro: un niño de la calle.
Azul: un momento romántico en el frío de la madrugada.
Verde: los ojos ilusionados.
Rojo: más el miedo que la decisión.
Blanco: Las platicas en la casa de mis padres.
Negro: La parada de camiones de Playa del Carmen a las 7:00 pm
Gris: Los momentos nublados en la cama.
Azul: Besos borrachos apasionados.
Rojo: Unos labios afilados y brillantes.
Verde: un camino largo pintando en oleo que no existe, pero lo imagino.
Negro: una muerte opaca que no me provoca llorar.
Blanco: los niños corriendo en circulos sonriendo.
Azul: el miedo no tener entre mis brazos a mi alma gemela.
Negro: Blanco.
Blanco: Azul.
Rojo: Verde.
Gris: Rojo.
Amarillo: Negro.

Un sueño

Deslizantes sombras de menta caminan asechando,
entre sonidos de acordes incompletos y notas muertas,
una mesa cubierta de deseos llenos de polvo,
un jarrón olvidado en la mesa del jardín,
y a la distancia una voz.

Enredados los cabellos amanecen entrelazados,
dos cuerpos que se miran de espaldas,
las sabanas no ocultan los sentimientos desnudos,
la libreta de apuntes desdoblada en la mesa del tocador,
y en el silencio un anhelo.

Atiborrados de seres humanos los caminos enmaquinados,
los gélidos vientos infernales invernales pintan los cielos de gris,
de nuevo el monitor se viste de letras y signos irrelevantes.
y en mi mente un sueño.

The Problem of Diversity (the Kricher diagram)

In the diagram Kricher arranges eighteen objects in two vertical columns and then determines the number of arregments in which they can be combined. By the same method Kricher further estimates that 50 objects may be arreanged in 1,273,726,838,815,420,339,851,343,083,767,005,515,293,749,454,795, …473,408,000,000,000,000 combinations. From this it will be evident that infinite diversity is possible, for the countless parts of the universe may be related to each other in an incalculable number of ways; and through the various combinations of these limitless subdivisions of being, infinite individuality and infinite variety must inevitably result. Thus it is further evident that life can never become monotonous or exhaust the possibilities of variety.

Gracias a David Nazul Quijano

The good fight by Paulo Coehlo (fragment)

(By: Paulo Coelho)

– We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body. Many times in our lives we see our dreams shattered and our desires frustrated, but we have to continue dreaming. If we don’t, our soul dies

‘The Good Fight is the one we Fight because our heart asks it of us.The Good Fight is the one that’s fought in the name of our dreams. When we are young our dreams first explode inside us with all of their force, we are very courageous, but we haven’t yet learned how to Fight. With great effort, we learn how to Fight, but by then we no longer have the courage to go into combat. So we turn against ourselves and do battle within. We become our own worst enemy. We say that our dreams were childish, or too difficult to realize, or the result or our not having known enough about life. We kill our dreams because we are afraid to Fight the Good Fight.

“The first symptom of the process of killing our dreams is lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The Truth is, they are afraid to Fight the Good Fight…

“The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are Fighting the Good Fight.

“And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams-we have refused to Fight the Good Fight.

“When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being. We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves.
“What we sought to avoid in combat-disappointment and defeat-came upon us because of our cowardice. And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breath, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from out certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of Sunday afternoons.”

Paulo Coelho

Phoenix – If I ever feel better

They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive
It’s like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can’t control
They say love ain’t nothing but a sore
I don’t even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don’t you know I’m so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won’t tell
Whatever it is it can’t be named
There’s a part of my world that’ s fading away
You know I don’t want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there’s much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times
But I’m feeding the enemy
I’m in league with the foe
Blame me for what’s happening
I can’t try, I can’t try, I can’t try…
No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I miss the call
The stormy days ain’t over
I’ve tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost
Now I’ve watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after al
lSomeday all this mess will make me laugh
I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait…
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
It’s like somebody took my place
I ain’t even playing my own game
The rules have changed well I didn’t know
There are things in my life I can’t control
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There’s a part of my life that will go away
Dark is the night, cold is the ground
In the circular solitude of my heart
As one who strives a hill to climb
I am sure I’ll come through I don’t know how
They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive
I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

Los besos que no vendrán

Le escribo al amor que se fue,
pero también al que jamás tendré,
ambos me escuchan al mismo tiempo,
y ninguno tiene nada que decir.

Entre los besos del pasado,
y los del eterno mañana,
esos que no vienen,
y estos que no se van.

Esa que me llama,
y la que nunca me habrá de llamar,
todos los besos que existen,
y los que jamás existirán.

Descanso en silencio pensando,
abrazo tus besos que no tengo tiempo de extrañar,
Añoro los que no me quieres dar.

Y respiro tanto amor,
que me asfixio de tristeza,
de nostalgia de amar.