– I’ve done questionable things.
– Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time.
– Nothing the god of biomechanics woudn’t let you in.
¿Qué le queda a las tiras de Garfield si le quitas a Garfield? La historia de un tipo psíquicamente desequilibrado…
La idea es tan buena que pertenece a la categoría de las «¿cómo es posible que no se le ocurriera a nadie?»
Son relojes que muestran «en tiempo real» el cielo que puedes ver en ese momento. Yo me quedo con el azul, sin ninguna duda.
via Geekologie
A great many people think they are thinking when they are really rearranging their prejudices (William James)
Cuando se te ha prohibido encontrar las palabras adecuadas para expresarte, sólo queda señalar resignado las palabras de otros que sí pueden… I wish I could…
– What truth?
– That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison… for your mind… Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is… You have to see it for yourself.
(Morpheus opens a container which holds two pills : a blue one, and a red one. He puts one in each hand, and holds them out to Neo)
– This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back… You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and belive… whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill… You stay in Wonderland… and I show you just how deep the rabbit hole goes.
(Neo pauses for an instant, then reaches for the red pill. He swallows it down with a glass of water, and looks at Morpheus)
– Remember… All I’m offering you is the truth nothing more.
De esto sólo se ve privado hasta Dios: de poder hacer que no se haya producido lo que ya está hecho.
Agatón (448 AC – 400 AC), en «Ética a Nicómaco», Aristóteles.
You had something to hide
Should have hidden it, shouldn’t you
Now you’re not satisfied
With what you’re being put through
Its just time to pay the price
For not listening to advice
And deciding in your youth
On the policy of truth
Things could be so different now
It used to be so civilised
You will always wonder how
It could have been if you’d only lied
It’s too late to change events
It’s time to face the consequence
For delivering the proof
In the policy of truth
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
Now you’re standing there, tongue tied
You’d better learn your lesson well
Hide what you have to hide
And tell what you have to tell
You’ll see your problems multiplied
If you continually decide
To faithfully pursue
The policy of truth
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
(Policy of Truth, Depeche Mode @ Violator)
Dime amigo: ¿La vida es triste o soy triste yo?
Amado Nervo (1870-1919) Poeta, novelista y ensayista mexicano.
Algunos enlaces interesantes al pasado de la informática… Un pasado que alimenta el presente en el que vivimos… Por eso diré que más que al pasado de la informática, los siguientes enlaces (sobre todo el deDijkstra) dirigen a lo eterno de la informática.
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