programación y pataletas

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Por último, Michael. Las siete categorías de Michael serían:

Fortran
Pascal
Ada
Lisp
Neil Peart (batería de Rush)
Ganadores de los premios Nebula y Hugo
Lanzarote del Lago

— Microsiervos - Douglas Coupland

Jason Fried en “Business of Software”.

The Great Surplus

A veces pienso que me debo sentir agradecido por los trabajos que poco a poco voy consiguiendo por los lados (o por el culo*, dicen algunos). Para ilustración, esto es más o menos un días mío:

Levantarse a la hora que el cuerpo ordene, usualmente, a las 10+.
Mirar blogs, email, Twitter, todo mientras lo acompaño de un cigarrillo con café.
Tirarme otra vez a la cama si no tengo mucho que hacer.
Mirar la lista de “to-do”, si hay algo que necesita ser hecho entonces trabajarle.
Salir a una reunión en el parque Lleras a tomar cafe/cobrar/recibir nuevas ordenes/ser acosado por mujeres desconocidas.
Volver a la casa, más café, más NetNewsWire, más Twitter.
Llega la noche, hacer cosas malvadas.
Comida, preferiblemente afuera.
Televisión, libros o más cosas malvadas.
3 A.M., hora de dormir.

Todo esto acompañado de las salidas de no trabajo usuales, clubes de ciencia ficción y contribuciones aleatorias a diferentes proyectos libres.

¿Y realmente quieren que pierda el tiempo terminando un grado? Gracias pero no.

PD: The Great Surplus, por DHH.

* Que está muy sexy, dicen algunas.

“ The human brain starts working the moment you are born and never stops until you stand up to speak in public.

— Sir George Jessel

“ This is when I’d cry. Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.
Anything you’re ever proud of will be thrown away.
And I’m lost inside. This is as cose as I’ve been to sleeping in almost a week…
This is when I’d cry because right now, your life comes down to nothing, and not even nothing, oblivion.
Too much estrogen and you get bitch tits.

— Chuck Palahniuk

Hoy me han vuelto a formular, la pregunta del millón, la influencia musical que hasta aquí nos llevo, o no está bastante claro o es que eres idiota…

MCD - Odio el Pop

Cocoa & HTTP GET

Todavía no se si me siento comodo usando esto.

» Hola Mundo

“ What kind of person has a closet full of a hundred black turtlenecks and a hundred pairs of blue jeans? I’m telling you, he’s maniacal.

— Anónimo sobre Steve Jobs

“ There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship - be it JC or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Noble Truths or some infrangible set of ethical principles - is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things - if they are where you tap real meaning in life - then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you.
On one level, we all know this stuff already - it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness. Worship power - you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart - you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out.

— David Foster Wallace

La semana del insomnio ataca otra vez!

Eso por cierto fue Propagandhi, no yo.

Name and Address Withheld

The following views expressed do not necessarily reflect those of the prevailing order, who prostrate to their naked kings, tailor the seams of funeral shrouds on foreign shores, but shed no tears for the dead of the endless list of informal wars – the justification for will be spelled out coming soon to a screen near you.

I’m feeling less hopeful and so much less human as my days are reduced to little more than settling for revenge and wondering whatever happened to the kid that pledged “first do no harm”?

Chalk it up to an overdeveloped sense of unbridled vengeance. Somebody fed me too much New Hope for breakfast, cuz as the empire preemptively strikes back (again) and the voice of Luke’s father baritones this is CNN I recall Arab kids slaughtered reduced to sand-niggers and rag-heads. And now I’m expected to mourn dead Americans?
The executioner’s willing citizens? I’m so sorry and I’m trying to think it through, but when the chickens came home to roost and hand-delivered matching funeral urns to the bully that never learns I could’ve swore I heard a chorus rise and fall wishing them so many more unhappy returns.

But in every war waged, only kings emerged unscathed.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Una definición bastante clara de World of Warcraft.