First, we agreed to leave him there; we were no one to decide on what the sea had decreed. But soon we understood that rotting under the sun and becoming food for the seagulls was not a fair ending to what probably had been a life of bravery and courage, so we moved him among the rocks and covered his head with a shelter made of planks and ropes.
My sister thought that he needed some eyes and she filled the scary holes that led to his long gone brain with branches of lilies, small blots of blue and violet.
Our life went on and we forgot about the seaman. There were long days of light, rain and storm. My sister grew up and became a woman; me, I don't know very well what I ended up being.
One day I returned to that beach and found it very different. I visited the rocks where he rested: he didn't look like a fisherman anymore. A sense of apathy and ennui filled by heart. Upon my head, a flock of birds flew in circles chasing each other.
The traveler no longer knows where he goes nor where he comes from. He has brief glimpses, yes he does, but they are more and more blurry every time; all is like a mesh of milky lines, pale lights, paths to destinations that have no meaning to him. Sometimes a kid asks him what does he do: "I travel", he says, faking a smile while his eyes try to fix a point and fail.
His life is a hollow pit of departures; here, there, anywhere. He tries to recall his past but a curtain of headache lies in front of it: he barely remembers a loving mother, a cozy blanket, a puppy gone too early.
But soon the traveler is back again in endless corridors, all similar, all white, all convergent to a hub that links to another. He only hopes for one trip more, the one that finally erases him from existence, because he is starting to feel like he's slowly disappearing, mirrors not bothering to reflect his wasted image anymore. "Only one trip more", says to himself while trying to breathe an air thick as mud, blinded by light, almost defeated.
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.
1. 1. m. y f. Persona que inventa, construye o dirige tramoyas de teatro.Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)
2. 2. m. y f. Persona que las coloca, las hace funcionar o trabaja en las mutaciones escénicas.
3. 3. m. y f. Persona que utiliza ficciones o engaños. U. t. c. adj.
Sin.:
+ tramposo, embustero, tramoyón.
Magnífica explicación. Hay que darle cariño y leer hasta el final que es cuando todo tiene sentido. Yo también era de los que pensaba que a los ricos no haya que darles ayuda, hay que darles una eutanasia rápida, pero al convertirlo en derecho todo cambia.
BLAHBYLON'S MUSIC SELECTIONS
I'm sure I've posted this before, but . . .
Dead Can Dance - Anywhere Out of the World
https://culturacientifica.com/2025/06/13/mejor-aprender-a-escribir-con-lapiz-y-papel/
A mí siempre me ha parecido que el aprendizaje tiene un coste. Que el remedio fantabuloso que te da todo sin esfuerzo era una estafa, y yo no soy un ejemplo, que tomo atajos siempre que no me interesa algo, pero aún así hay algo más en usar cerebro y cuerpo al mismo tiempo que lo mejora todo.
https://beige.party/users/rooster/statuses/114603792799576429
Escribí uno de los nombres de Dios en un pedazo de papel, se lo metí en la boca y vivió. Durante 35 años caminó ocupando mi lugar, viviendo una existencia falsa, usando mi aliento.
Cierto día ya no pude soportar la asfixia y necesité morir o recuperar mi respiración. En un momento de fuerza, borre el aleph de su cabeza, y este se desplomó. No murió tal y como mandaba la frase en su frente, porque en realidad nunca estuvo vivo.
No me había dado cuenta de cuánto barro había acumulado a lo largo de los años. Qué profunda era la vergüenza, qué pesados eran los trozos de lodo seco. Mis manos, ahora heridas y sangrantes tras desmenuzar mi golem, finalmente encontraron el pedazo de papel, largamente olvidado.
Y entonces vi que el nombre que había escrito era el mío propio.
My current conspiracy theory: Now that #letsencrypt has more or less destroyed the market for domain certificates and people are more interested in using client/user certificate, Google throws the market a lifeline by removing clientAuth from acceptable certificates in the browser context with some vague "it's about security" arm waving. #NerdTalk
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Estas últimas semanas, al hablar de artistas como Suzi Quatro o Siouxsie Sioux, me he acordado un dato curioso sobre pioneras olvidadas.
Y es que nadie recuerda que el primer grupo 100% femenino de España fueron de Granada.
Así que hoy, en #LaHistorietaMusical, Las Amazonas.
Okay, I didn't want to go on about this, but...
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/06/05/when-we-become-cheerleaders-for-our-own-demise/
Because the first step toward freedom is always the same: admitting you might be wearing chains.Can't be said clearer.
Ever heard of vibe coding?
It’s when the code looks fine, tests pass, vibes are good - so it goes to production. Even if it’s wide open to SQL injection.
I’ve seen it happen.
AI wrote it. Devs trusted it. Management loved it.
Nobody understood it.
We’re trading skill for speed.
And that’s how we lose our freedom.
Vibe Coding Will Rob Us of Our Freedom: https://it-notes.dragas.net/2025/06/05/vibe-coding-will-rob-us-of-our-freedom/
EDIT: Given the trends and the comments, I wrote something off the cuff about it: https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/06/05/when-we-become-cheerleaders-for-our-own-demise/
#ITNotes #ai #coding #data #ownyourdata #programming #IT #SysAdmin
Also, I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but I'll say it again:
Part of your job as a senior is to tell your juniors about your fuckups. The embarrassing cringe reckless and lazy bullshit that you did when you were new, and the various times you brought down Prod. We ALL did it sometime. And then tell them: the moment you realized you fucked up, I know, the impulse is to try and cover it up, but don't do it. Come to the seniors you trust, and they'll help you unfuck it, and fight management tooth and claw like mamma and pappa bears to defend you from any shitheads in management. Because that's what our seniors did to us.
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some kind of magical identifier?Chunda chunda. Felices matemáticas para todos.
BULO. Otra vez el BULO del ahorro fiscal "a cada madrileño".
Es mentira. Para sacar esa cifra hacen la MEDIA, sumando los 1.259 millones que se ahorran 22.185 altos patrimonios en una año (53.000€ en un solo año) y lo suman al 0,5% del IRPF que se ahorra un currito y sacan la media.
Publicidad de Ayuso a OkDiario solo en 2023: 416.602€
Error code: MOZILLA_PKIX_ERROR_OCSP_RESPONSE_FOR_CERT_MISSING
I just learned, via a mutual, that cron, the job-scheduling command-line utility, is celebrating 50 years this month.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cron
(In case anyone cares for this sort of thing on here.)
Back in 2007, I was the one who packed their things and left. I left a home, 15+ years of shared work, a dog, a cat, and a boy (well, I didn't really literaly left the boy behind, of course, he's still a part of my life). It was painful, but it also looked like a new open threshold. I want to think that I left with respect for the other part, though not everybody agrees. At least, I was sincere to myself, as my life needed a new path. Not everybody understood why I took my decision but I had no other option.
You've probably heard that life goes on and most changes are for the best and what not. I won't repeat that.
I just wish you the best for this new, unfathomable, life. Your friends and other people that loves you are there.
🫂
I used to think ChatGPT was a threat to lawyers. So far, it's been great.
I'm dealing with an opposing party who's clearly using it to answer pre-litigation emails. They're very arrogantly giving me 100% wrong legal takes to justify their actions - and all in writing!
Easiest case ever. And fun!
https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Referendos_en_Espa%C3%B1a#Resultados_de_los_referendos_nacionales
Hoy cuento cómo se financia el pseudomedio donde trabaja el Bertrand Ndongo.
Además he comparado lo que se lleva Periodista Digital con lo que se llevan El Salto y elDiario.es.
También he mirado cuánto supone esa inyección en su facturación.
https://www.elsaltodiario.com/comunidad-madrid/ayuso-almeida-inyectado-400000-euros-periodista-digital-bertrand-ndongo-cuatro-anos
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CC: @bajax@baj.ax
In other words, a stopped clock is always wrong.
It doesn't matter that it will coincidentally display the correct time twice per day. That coincidence doesn't have any connection to a clock's function as a tool. It's not doing the thing you think clocks do. It's not right about the time any more than a photo of a clock is. Or a description of a clock in a book. A stopped clock isn't a time keeping device. It's something else, that's merely shaped like a time keeping device.
LLMs aren't thinking. They aren't learning, understanding, or remembering. They're doing something else, that is merely shaped like thinking. They are a stopped clock, and they are always wrong.
@pkw copy the url of the post, put it in the search bar in your snac, it will load and you can interact with it.
Bane of the javascriptless:
Getting around anubis'd websites in (not just) links2.
If you enable the "Fake Firefox (improves privacy)" option in links2 (Setup - Network Options - HTTP options - Header options), links2 then pretends to be the tor browser, imitating the same headers and user-agent - this results in websites that use anubis to bully you and expecting the completion of some javascript challenge. If you do not enable this option, you can get around the annoying anime girl.
Presumably you could use the links2 user-agent in any other browser. I suppose this is true for lynx as well.
> Links (2.28; NetBSD 9.3 amd64; GNU C 7.5; text)
You can also use wget's user-agent, which currently lets you get past anubis as well.
> Wget/1.25.0
You can check what headers your browser is sending at https://wtfismyip.com/headers .
...
To try this in firefox - go to about:config, add `general.useragent.override' and paste in the links2 user-agent string.
Odio, detesto, me asquea recordar estas cosas. Y no puedo evitarlo. Qué rabia.
And today? The internet seems like a modern evolution of "The Game of Life." [...] The internet is now in everyone's hands, yet it belongs to no one. We no longer possess the tool; the tool (and those who control it) possesses us.👍
The waitress at this restaurant keeps asking “Are you happy with your choices” and I think she means the food but I damn that’s a deep question
A rant on why I think we need realistic Solarpunk, plus some other things 1/2 ☀️
Felt compelled to make this. It will finally stop floating around in my head 🎉
Podcast over here if you're interested: https://podcast.tomasino.org/@SolarpunkPrompts
Even though I eventually edited the article to clarify that there was no organized crime involved, many comments keep insisting that, since it happened in Italy, there must be organized crime or the mafia behind it.I understand that the oversimplification "it happens in Italy, so it has to be the mafia" sounds a bit insulting, but maybe the mystery-craving in us recognize a pattern so much read and seen in movies. Your brilliant phrase "And of course, I’ve left out the worst parts of the story" also add a lot of neo-noir vibes to the story 😀
Yes, It Is Just Like The Nazis
Hey so remember Anne Frank? The Jewish young girl who hid in an attic and was killed by the Nazis? The emblematic person we think of when we think of victims of the Holocaust?
She did not die in a gas chamber or in a death camp. She died in a temporary' detention center for the mass deportations which preceded the death camps.
She was in that camp because a patriotic neighbor ratted her out to the German deportation force. She died, not of a bullet to the back of the head or choking on gas, but of typhus. She contracted typhus because the Nazis couldn't realistically deport people at the rate they wanted to, because before the death camps their infrastructure couldn't handle the sudden influx of ethnic minorities they had decided to imprison, and because they didn't care about the consequences of that so their deportation detention centers were unhygienic and prisoners were underfed and overcrowded.
And she was picked up by the deportation force not because she was an illegal citizen but because, just like the US is doing with asylum seekers, she was part of a formerly recognized class of citizens who were legally redefined to lack citizenship by a new administration.
Anne Frank is exactly like the children who have already died in the United State's detention camps. Exactly. Down to the very last detail. There. Is. Not. A.
Single. Difference.
So unless you want to fucking tell me that Anne goddamn Frank was not a victim of the Holocaust, y'all can shut the fuck up with that "stop making concentration camp comparisons, you're diminishing the suffering of the Holocaust" bullshit.
Its also worth noting that her family TRIED to flee to the US and was denied. She was in that camp partly because the US refused to let her refugee family immigrate.
My workflow matches yours totally, though.
And of course, I’ve left out the worst parts of the story.This is tragic and frightening. What a story.
I no longer work professionally on IT, so my opinion is irrelevant here.
I even had a (known unreliable and crash-prone) RAID 6 configuration using 4 USB thumb drives that had a long life of continuous mp3 transcoding. Finally, the USB hub died, and then I decomissioned the ugly monster (it was mostly for testing).
Maybe I'm lucky (I'm not).
ZFS [...] on one hand, I saw it as a "betrayal" of the Unix philosophy, something foreign within the base systemWhile undeniably fantastic, I've also had this problem with ZFS: its architecture and terminology have always sounded too alien for the old UNIX whitebeard in me.
I've watched this several times and laughed harder each time.
Have no idea what either is saying but it's hilarious!
13/ We hope you enjoyed our look at the geographic strangeness of Spain 🇪🇸
Thanks for reading (and sharing) 🙏.
We have more threads about specific countries, border disputes, geocoding, etc on our blog. Some are still on twitter, but over time we are moving them to mastodon.
It is well documented that for every minute that you exercise, you add one minute to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $5000 per month.