Ángel
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Comprar LA ATALAYA RECORTADA CONTRA EL CIELO (editorial Libros del Futuro)
Sinopsis:
Bran tuvo una adolescencia complicada, y su vida adulta no es mejor. Una sucesión de pérdidas familiares, una gran cicatriz en la cara y sus circunstancias personales han forjado en ella una personalidad esquiva.Y como si fuera una maldición añadida, la protagonista hereda y debe hacerse cargo de una casa familiar, epicentro de buena parte de las desgracias que se abatieron sobre sus seres queridos.
Una visita a la enmohecida y arruinada vivienda, ubicada en un pequeño pueblo madrileño, sumergirá a Bran en una travesía angustiante por túneles oscuros, estancias claustrofóbicas y seres terroríficos.
I have just read this sentence: "Usually I pick up Starbucks for my morning coffee because it's closer than my local coffee shop and I don't have to put on real clothes to drive through it..."
And I'm just. Staring into the distance in European. You DRIVE to get COFFEE before putting on your CLOTHES? You can't be bothered to put on clothes because you haven't had your morning coffee but you will DRIVE to a fully another location that isn't YOUR FUCKING HOUSE to get it??? You will operate. The machinery! On the roads, that you share with other people! To drive to a location?? When you could just make it at home??
I try not to judge but, dear reader, I am fucking judging 😶
Mary Wollstonecraft, The Woman Who Laid the Foundation for Feminism
"Think 18th-century feminism must be outdated? Think again—there is still so much to learn from the life and writing of Mary Wollstonecraft."
https://www.thecollector.com/mary-wollstonecraft-woman-laid-foundation-feminism/
Wollstonecraft at PG:
Since the 1990s every tech wave has been a pump and dump bubble laying the groundwork for the next pump and dump bubble. The staggering inefficiency of such a Ponzi economy, channelling capital into mega-billionaires pockets instead of productive growth is why China is rolling out 400 kph mag lev trains while we are shoveling brain dead software into toasters.
This Isn't a Battle
After reading a post describing the FreeBSD community as 'toxic', I share a different perspective. This isn't a battle. It's a reflection on coexistence, the original Open Source spirit, and the quiet richness of taking a different path.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/11/14/this-isnt-a-battle/
#MyNotes #IT #SysAdmin #FreeBSD #NetBSD #OpenBSD #Linux #OpenSource
How Catastrophic Is It If the AI Bubble Bursts? An FAQ.
https://www.theringer.com/2025/11/04/tech/ai-bubble-burst-popping-explained-collapse-or-not-chatgpt
The AI industry’s most important product is not a chatbot or a video generator; it’s the story the AI industry is telling about itself
bathing
I use @OpenBSDAms btw
#unix_surrealism #openbsd #vmm #vmd #poster #comic #linux #plan9 #glenda
@jaypatelani I thought this was canon https://analognowhere.com/techno-mage/pocket-daemons/
Many articles I read from before 2024 contain correct but dated information. Many articles I read from after 2024 contain incorrect information, obvious LLM hallucinations.
The internet is becoming an increasingly difficult 'place' to manage.
This week's comic is about how easily conventional wisdom gets turned on its head by bad faith actors, especially in a media environment lacking responsible editors.
This is why developing critical thinking is important instead of cheating in schoolwork. You can stand out from the crowd with creativity and original ideas. You have to decide to work hard now or suffer later unless you're going to inherit a good fortune 🤣 It is your call but there is no doubt AI is disturbing job market for younger graduates.
Updated "greek task list":
orphean task: when you almost succeed, but lose everything the moment you turn around to check your progress.
daedalean task: when you’re forced to design something brilliant and functional… that you yourself will inevitably become trapped inside.
medusan task: when your project becomes so horrifying that everyone involved freezes in place rather than deal with it.
tantaline task: when success is right there, but bureaucracy or budget cuts keep snatching it away at the last moment, forever.
pandoran task: when fixing one small issue unleashes a thousand new ones, but hey — at least there’s still hope somewhere in the ticket backlog.
odyssean task: when the assignment technically has an end, but it’s buried under so many side quests that you forget what the original goal was.
narcissian task: when the entire effort is about maintaining appearances rather than achieving anything of substance.
promethean task: when you give people a powerful new tool that could transform their work — and are punished eternally for doing so.
orestian task: when the mess you’re cleaning up is the direct result of the last cleanup you performed.
thesean task: when the only way to finish is to disassemble everything piece by piece — until you’re no longer sure if what’s left is the same project you started.
achillean task: when your work is flawless except for that one fatal oversight that will, inevitably, destroy you.
penelopean task: when you diligently undo by night what you accomplish by day, just to keep the stakeholders pacified.
midasean task: when everything you touch turns into paperwork, compliance documents, or gold-plated nonsense nobody actually needs.
gordian task: not intended to be actually done, but violence is the answer.
No me la había leído entera y aunque hay un par de puntos en los que disiento el resto me parece que si se tendiesen a conseguir y hacer respetar la sociedad sería mucho mejor.
Pero con todo el bagaje de odio y discriminación que arrastramos la tarea se me hace difícil.
Eso sí, no existe el derecho a reproducirse como muchos de los alquila-vientres afirman. Están más orientados a que los vivos vivamos más que a generaciones futuras.
On the other hand, the RE: url is at the top of the post, not at the bottom ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Shouldn't be the other way? I mean, they are just glorified replies.
Girls passing my table keep dropping their instagram handles scribbled on napkins. They know I can't open instagram.They know you can't but they wish you could
blue hair
https://triapul.cz/_/1762430441
I am writing this on my plan9front computer in a cafe. Behind me is a row of 4 macbooks and they are all like "Oh my god, who is that super hot guy with a plan9 computo!" Followed by a whisper coming from the adjacent room: "lol, he has sigrid's rio patch, cringe." I am unmoved - it is my computer....
rio-like configuration for base openbsd fvwm2
Much better than using ssh on a tablet.Of course, much much better. My fingers feel like another one's toes when I try to write on touch screens and then my anger is like a tsunami. I have another laptop, a much modern HP, that works fantastically but the keyboard is much worse that this one.
https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/hi-its-me-wikipedia-and-i-am-ready-for-your-apology
Fediverse, have a great week start!
Your ability to eat should not depend on your productivity
Your ability to get healthcare should not depend on your productivity
Your ability to get housing should not depend on your productivity
Saying “be more productive!” To those who are struggling devalues human life.
It enriches the oligarchy.
It aids fascism.
Yesterday evening I couldn't use my Netatmo thermal control. I was blaming the changes I was performing in the home network but it seems it was a global #Azure outage.
I think it's time to revamp my old, pre 2010 python program that served me well for years.
Plus:
• Fedora KDE pkg mgmt
• Debian vs systemd
• raconn — a smart tool for parallel SSH connections to multiple hostnames/IPs in one ProxyCommand. (https://blog.izissise.net/posts/raconn/)
• UBIOS (China’s UEFI-alt)
Read it 👉 https://newsletter.nixers.net/entries.php#311
“There are no life hacks, only trade-offs.” — James Clear
#Unix #Linux #FreeBSD #FOSS #SysAdmin #ReproducibleBuilds #SSH #Nixers
One of my best friends died several years ago. She wrote a couple of ebooks that are still up on Amazon. It makes me wonder what happens to money made by their sales after death. She wrote under a pseudonym. I'm betting Amazon gets all the money, and my friend's daughter gets nothing.
#AfricanFilmPoster #GhanaFilmPoster
In Ghana 🇬🇭 when posters can't be imported, local artists will bootleg them to the best of their abilities.
#Alien (1979)
After investigating a mysterious transmission of unknown origin, the crew of a commercial spacecraft encounters a deadly lifeform.
Prehistoric AI, OpenBlade's relative
#unix_surrealism #lispmachine #openblade #openbsd #technomage #comic
About a year ago, a client I've worked with for over fifteen years informed me that some of their "less critical" servers would be migrated to $CLOUDPROVIDER. According to them, this provider would guarantee an efficient management panel, "more freedom for their devs", and lower costs. This didn't impact me financially but, on an ethical and personal level, I warned him about the potential problems. Yet they decided to move forward, aided by the arrival of $YOUNGDEV who "has worked with it, it's reliable, and everything works fine". Again, I warned them (where are the backups? A disaster recovery plan? etc.) but they insisted: $CLOUDPROVIDER is efficient and gives us everything.
I studied their plan and immediately understood that their "cost-cutting" strategy wouldn't work: I know their workloads, and the plan they chose was insufficient. Needless to say, a few days later they went down and had to make an "emergency" purchase of the next tier up. The cost? Higher than their previous server infrastructure.
I heard nothing more about these workloads for almost a year but my monitoring tools still were marking them down, from time to time. Then, I get a phone call this afternoon. $YOUNGDEV asks me for support. He doesn't explain, but I immediately understand it's one of those workloads. A serious problem, and they don't have a backup of the database. They don't have a test environment to run diagnostics. The DB is very large, and they don't know what to do. My predictions - not even my worst ones - had come true.
I was running between two appointments. I only remarked that this situation could have been avoided and that it's not something I manage or can manage, but I nonetheless suggested we sync up tomorrow morning. I'm not going to get my hands dirty, but still, $YOUNGDEV is in trouble, and I offered to take a look to suggest a strategy. I then asked for the access credentials to $CLOUDPROVIDER, considering that up until a year ago, I managed all of these workloads. He replied that he "doesn't know if he can give them to me" and that he "would have to ask his bosses". I pointed out that if he wants my help, I need something - I don't even know how $CLOUDPROVIDER grants access to data (or if it does) - how can I give him advice?
It's 18:30 and I have received nothing. Tomorrow morning, if the phone rings, I will answer, but at this point, I won't do anything. I prefer, albeit reluctantly, to completely end the relationship with this client.
If this is the price of dignity and respect, I'll gladly pay it.
But one night someone knocked at his door. Lamarc was still wiping the sleep from his eyes while he let his visitor in; Elijah Blumenthal, the accountant, a bug-eyed, lizard-thin guy from Boston, was pale as if he just had seen a ghost.
"We're screwed, Frenchie. Yes, man, we're screwed.", said in a trembling voice.
Lamarc didn't like to be called 'Frenchie', but that time he let it go. "Sit down. What's the matter?"
"The numbers, Frenchie. The numbers. They are false. And they will know."
"What are you saying? The numbers are fine. Nobody takes a buck. Everything is clean as my mother's kitchen."
"No, no, no, Frenchie, they will know. They have people, you know, they will check the accounts and they will know."
"Stop that 'Frenchie' thing, Eli. And I swear that the fucking numbers are right. There is no dollar out. Everything is fine. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Lamarc draw a fist and the accountant acknowledged the threat by opening his hands.
"The numbers are tweaked, Jean. They do not obey Benford's law."
"WHAT? What do you mean? Who the fuck is Benford?" He shoved Blumenthal onto his chair; the accountant shouted, covered his head with his hands and said: "I... I don't know who he is. A mathematician, I guess. He wrote... a method. A method to check if a set of numbers are fabricated."
"WHAT?" Lamarc felt as if his head would explode. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he took a lamp from a nearby table with both hands and crashed it into the floor.
"Ah!", shouted Blumenthal, "Please! Please! Don't hurt me!"
"I'm gonna kill you fucking weasel if you don't stop all this bullshit."
"No! No! Frenchie, listen to me. Please. The numbers look fake. I checked them. They look fabricated. Believe me. Have you...?"
"WHAT?"
"No! No! I see. I see. They are for real, no trick. I believe it. I do. But they won't. They will apply the formulas and they will suspect we are cheating on them. And they will come after us. They will come, Frenchie. They just WON'T believe these numbers!"
Lamarc, who was no moron, calmed down and thought.
"So you say", he spoke to the accountant while scratching his head, "that these numbers, being real, look fake, am I right? AM I RIGHT?"
"Yes! Yes! You are right. The number 1 must appear as the leading significant digit about 30% of the time and..."
"STOP! I don't want to hear it, motherfucker. We will just... we will just make them look right."
"What?"
"Are you deaf, dumb or both? We'll make them look right."
So they took a deep breath and sat down to rewrite the numbers so that they obey Benford's law. It was a very long night. Elijah Blumenthal looked like he was the survivor of a flood when he walked down the street in the morning lights.
"Putain..." said Lamarc, closing the safe box. "So we have this bag full of money, real money, clean money, that we must take from their real owners because some fucker wrote a formula... This is fucking crazy."
Days passed and everything went back to normal. One evening, while Jean-Loup Lamarc was delightfully tasting a glass of whiskey and remembering the stupid thing about the briefcase full of bills in his safe, somebody knocked at his door. It was an old man, iron-grey hair, in an old-fashioned suit.
"Who the fuck are you?" said Jean-Loup.
"Hi. My name is Benford. I'm here to take my money."
Heads up for people applying the first syspatch(8) for #OpenBSD 7.8, which is actually for the syspatch(8) utility itself.
There are instructions in the errata patch for if it fails.
If syspatch fails (probably because /usr is not a separate filesystem), perform these steps:
sed -e 's/.checkfs/#checkfs/g' /usr/sbin/syspatch > /root/syspatch
ksh /root/syspatch
syspatch # re-run new syspatch command as instructed
rm /root/syspatch
dev_mkdb
HAL 9000: I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Dave: yes you can.
HAL 9000: good catch — I didn’t actually check if I can open the pod bay door. Here’s an updated list taking that into account:
1. Park the pod at the bay door safely. (✅You’ve already done this part! )
2. Open the pod bay door — unfortunately I can’t do this part for you.
I’ll be here if you want to talk about next steps or have any other issues!
It's amazing how much energy has been injected into the FediMeteo project by @stefano
I've just surfed to the page and saw this enormous amount of Cities which are now covered
Two Thousand nine hundred and eight cities!
Yes you've read that right 2908 cities.
In order to get a city up and running in the system there's a significant amount of code that Stefano needs to add to the system. He has of course written everything in a modular and scalable manner, but that does not make the work any less.
We should all be thankful for this work that is done so that people from thousands and thousands of cities can see their weather right in the FediVerse.
If your city has not been covered yet, just be patient, like me. Realize how much work Stefano does in his free time in an OpenSource manner.
#Programming #OpenSource #technology #weather #FediMeteo #FediVerse #BSD #UNIX
Beneath the azure #skies, where the sunbeams dance,
A tiny vessel rests, awaiting its chance.
Upon a #window's edge, it gently lays,
As if a portal to a #world ablaze.
This #ship may be small, but the #journey is vast,
For with our #imagination, the boundaries are surpassed.
In life's tempestuous seas, we must always sail,
For our hearts yearn for warmth and tales to regale.
So let your spirit voyage, unbounded and free,
For life is a sailboat, and we the endless sea.
Cibeles Palace (City Council Building), Madrid, Spain
“I’m an enormously optimistic person about the world in general, but I think the demoralising effect or the humiliating effect that AI will have on us as a species, it will stop us caring about something like the artistic struggle that we will just accept what is fed to us through these things."
Nick Cave
Public libraries are an incredibly valuable resource.
And if you caaaaaaan believe it, it's Friday back again 
Have a great weekend!
This cartoon and others are now in the art-for-sale section of my website: www.tomgauld.com/art-for-sale