Palabra para el sábado, 13 de diciembre de 2025:

PORTAMANTAS

    1. 1. m. Par de correas enlazadas por un travesaño de cuero o metal, con las que se sujetan y llevan a la mano las mantas o abrigos para viaje.

Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)

I know how that sounds 😆 Have a great weekend!

Palabra para el viernes, 12 de diciembre de 2025:

ORQUESTA

   Del desus. orquestra, este del lat. orchestra 'espacio circular donde danzaba el coro', y este del gr. ὀρχήστρα orchḗstra.
    1. 1. f. Conjunto de músicos que interpretan obras musicales con diversos instrumentos y bajo la guía de un director. Orquesta sinfónica.
       Sin.:
          + banda, conjunto, grupo, agrupación, orquestina, combo, músicos.
    2. 2. f. En un teatro, lugar destinado a los músicos, comprendido entre la escena y el patio de butacas y generalmente rebajado.
    3. 3. f. Arq. y Teatro. En los antiguos teatros griegos y romanos, espacio circular o semicircular situado entre el proscenio y la cávea, destinado para la actuación del coro en el teatro griego y para el acomodo de los senadores y otros espectadores ilustres en el teatro romano.
    4. 4. f. p. us. patio de butacas.

Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)

Palabra para el jueves, 11 de diciembre de 2025:

PÓQUER

   Tb. póker.
   Del ingl. poker.
    1. 1. m. Juego de naipes con baraja francesa, en el que se reparten cinco cartas a cada jugador, se hacen apuestas y descartes, y gana quien reúne la combinación superior entre las varias establecidas.
    2. 2. m. En el póquer con naipes o en el de dados, reunión de cuatro cartas o cuatro dados del mismo valor. Póquer de ases.

Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)

FROM DUST TO WAR

Let it begin

[...] To live longer than forty years is bad manners, is vulgar, immoral. Who does live beyond forty? Answer that, sincerely and honestly I will tell you who do: fools and worthless fellows.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground

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Yes I do 😔

More than one year without staring at the sea in my case. I feel incomplete.

I love that birds shitting on trees is somewhat of a series in your portfolio

This stunning photo has all the colors that ever existed

Palabra para el miércoles, 10 de diciembre de 2025:

NIEL

   Del lat. nigellus, dim. del niger 'negro', seguramente a través del cat. niell.
    1. 1. m. Labor en hueco sobre metales preciosos, rellena con un esmalte negro hecho de plata y plomo fundidos con azufre.

Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)

Yeah, it's such a struggle. Good night!

¿Qué tipo de problemitas?

Never too much italian coffee

I see you. I also keep writing my own fiction and my own code and drawing with pen on paper LIKE A PRIMITIVE MAN, no AI on sight

Probably very unrelated, but I enjoyed Bulgakov's Master and Margarita, with the devil in soviet russia and the giant cat and all that. Such a trip.

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It's great. Funny, crazy and a bit experimental.

And yes, poor man 😆

Oh. No, I had no idea. I'll give a try.

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Yes, I did. It's an immense creative opus. Cervantes, while creating the first modern novel, he also created the first postmodern novel, with its three narrators and the fourth wall breaking and all that.

Es sonrojante que estemos en diciembre de 2025 con todo lo que ha caído y todavía se ande diciendo "vayámonos de X".

Quien todavía esté ahí es cómplice.

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Yes, it is!

Also, Spanish is my mother tongue, so I have the privilege to read Borges' words as he conceived them, without external intrusion, and is a bliss.

She then asks me where the switch is to turn it back on. I have no idea, of course.

Of course, as you do computer stuff, anything regarding cables is your expertise and responsability. Been there.

Anyway, as others have already said, this story says something good about the human quality of this person that, after realising their tantrum was inappropriate, called back and apoligized. Even more so if they're going through something.

We live in a very stressing world.

Thank you. #JorgeLuisBorges has always been one of my inspirations and favourite authors.

THERE IS NO KILL LIKE OVERKILL

The Saint Boniface Maximum Security Prison. What a shithole.

"Hello, I would like to meet warden Titus Riccitelli", I said. The guard was a thin, old man that looked very bored. I gave him my business card.

"Miroslav...", he read it, paused, and said "Like the car?"

"What car?"

"The Corvette."

"No. Like the boat, but with a double T."

"A boat with a double what?"

"Is warden Riccitelli on premises? I have an appointment."

After waiting for a long time and crossing a myriad of corridors and annoying check points I finally got to the warden office.

"So you are Miroslav Corbett", said the warden, a bald, sweaty man with a ridiculous mustache. "I got a message from an angry bureaucrat from the government saying that you were about to come here. You have very important friends up there."

"Oh, I don't think so."

"Do you want a drink?"

"I don't do alcohol."

He looked at me with disdain in his face.

"Listen to me, young man. We are very busy here. I'm sure you don't understand the very important job that we..."

I interrupted him.

"I'm sorry, warden Riccitelli. I'm here for a very specific thing. I'd rather not be here, believe me. I don't want to waste your time. I'm only interested in one of your inmates. Just a short interview in her cell."

"What for?"

"As it says on my business card, I document things."

"What kind of things?"

"I keep a log of out-of-place happenings, reality distortions, unexpected presences and such. The duty of my department is to document the bizarre things that happen since the Great Anomaly..."

"Oh don't talk me about the Great Fucking Anomaly."

"I don't want to talk about it neither. I just need to meet a person that is incarcerated here. I just want to talk to Desdemona Dunkelmorgen."

He looked very upset or surprised or whatever.

"What? No way", he said. "She is the most dangerous person here. She is the most dangerous person in the whole fucking world. And I won't risk my resources by putting anyone of them near that damned bitch from hell."

"Do your employees know that you call them 'resources'?"

Warden Riccitelli took a ceramic ashtray from his table and launched it onto the wall. It exploded into pieces.

"Listen to me, little bastard..."

"Mr. Riccitelli," I interrupted him in my quietest voice while browsing my papers, "I know everything. Desdemona Dunkelmorgen, aka the Queen of Deception, aka the Mistress of Disguise, aka One-Trouble-On-Two-Legs. Born in Madrid, Spain. Who would say, bearing that name? Con artist, mischievous robber, ruthless blackmailer, despicable criminal, drinks while driving. Previous warden report: 'Handle with special care. Do NOT listen to her lies. She could be anywhere, anyone. She could be me or she could be you and you will not notice.' I'm not sure to understand what this last quote means."

"Damn. Holy Christ. I won't send my men to her cell because she will trick those dickheads and everything will go to hell again. I don't want another prison break from that motherfucking vixen. I will go there with you personally."

"I'm sure that is a very intelligent decision on your part."

"Come on, let's do it once for all."

He grabbed his own copy of the keys and we went down the belly of the prison. While on our way, I asked:

"Is it true what they say about her?"

"What do they say?"

"That she looks like no other woman in the world."

He took some time to answer. "To be honest, I don't know how she looks like."

"Haven't you seen her?"

"Not personally."

Not personally, I repeated to myself. What a douchebag.

We crossed the threshold to the hyper-ultra-high security block or whatever they called it and finally got to her cell's door.

"Ok, here we are", he said, "Be extremely careful."

"I'll be."

He unlocked the gate and we entered the cell. A small, barred window almost by the ceiling. Grey and dull walls. A dirty toilet. A chair and a table, no features. And nobody to be seen.

"What the fuck...?", he yelled, "But where...?"

He searched for her like crazy while swearing like a sailor: under the table, under the bed, as if she was as small as a mouse. Then he got back at me, his face red and swollen and sweaty:

"Why are you so calm? What the hell is happening here?"

"Have you heard the adage that the highest achievement of the devil was convincing men that he doesn't exist? Well, they don't call Desdemona Dunkelmorgen the Queen of Deception for nothing. She tricked you, all of you, into believing that she was here. She made you believe that you were able to catch her. In fact, it's a little more complicated; the highest achievement of Desdemona Dunkelmorgen was convincing men that she DOES exist. She is a trick of the mind. She is a glitch, a mirage. She is something that isn't and that shouldn't be."

Warden Riccitelli dropped to the floor, crying like a child.

"Oh my. I'm finished. Everybody will laugh at me for years."

"They'll do", I said, "but don't be too mean to yourself. Everybody was mislead. These illogical issues are overwhelming. All we can do is write about how this unfaithful reality is playing with us."

He jumped up in an explosion of rage, ran to the passage and started yelling at everybody.

"What are you doing there? Do something! Find her! Nuke this fucking place from above! It's the only way to be sure!"

"I'm afraid I have to leave", I said, but he was no longer listening to me.

It was a quiet evening out there. The parking lot at Saint Boniface was almost empty. I wrote some ideas on my notebook, not completely sure that I wasn't Desdemona Dunkelmorgen after all.

previously

#ShortFiction

Palabra para el martes, 9 de diciembre de 2025:

CATRÍN

    1. 1. adj. C. Rica, El Salv., Guat., Hond., Méx. y Nic. Bien vestido, engalanado. U. t. c. s.
       Sin.:
          + elegante.

Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)

Palabra para el lunes, 8 de diciembre de 2025:

CHOZO

    1. 1. m. Choza pequeña.
       Sin.:
          + choza, cabaña, chabola, chamizo, barraca, bohío, chinama.

Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)

❤️ Have a rest and have a happy Monday holiday

Palabra para el domingo, 7 de diciembre de 2025:

ENIGMA

   Del lat. aenigma, y este del gr. αἴνιγμα aínigma.
    1. 1. m. Enunciado de sentido artificiosamente encubierto para que sea difícil de entender o interpretar.
       Sin.:
          + adivinanza, acertijo, jeroglífico, rompecabezas, problema.
    2. 2. m. Realidad, suceso o comportamiento que no se alcanzan a comprender, o que difícilmente pueden entenderse o interpretarse.
       Sin.:
          + misterio, incógnita, interrogante, secreto, arcano.

Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)

Palabra para el sábado, 6 de diciembre de 2025:

ADEFESIO

   Del lat. ad Ephesios 'a los efesios', título de una epístola de san Pablo, por alus. a las penalidades que pasó el santo en Éfeso durante su predicación.
    1. 1. m. Persona o cosa ridícula, extravagante o muy fea.
       Sin.:
          + esperpento, fantoche, birria, mamarracho, hazmerreír, facha, espantajo.
    2. 2. m. Despropósito, disparate, extravagancia. U. m. en pl.

Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)

Astral beauty