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Amigos

A mi, Facebook me manda un mail diciendome que hace mucho no entro, que mis amigos me extrañan. Me muestra una lista de gente. Gente que apenas conozco, y gente que quizás vea más seguido, pero que aún así no conozco. Gente.

Me hace acordar a una publicidad, una que no recuerdo que vende. Celulares creo. Una publicidad que reza "Un contacto no es un amigo", y muestra un tipo sentado en una bicicleta llevando un monigote azul, o celeste, o rosado, no viene al caso, soy daltónico, en la parte de atrás. No digo que sea daltónico de atrás, digo que el tipo lleva,al monigote, en la parte de atrás. No es difícil. Se entiende.

Entonces, decía, me llega ese mail y pienso en el Asunto del mensaje que dice: "Retoma el contacto con tus amigos". Quizás estoy demasiado sensible, o me lo tome muy a pecho, pero Facebook, no podés asumir que mi vida pasa solo a través de un cable de Red. Bueno, evidentemente, si podés. Pero no deberías. Culpa mía que te lo permito.

Yo si estoy en contacto con mis amigos, o sea, que uno se haya casado, y el otro haya vuelto con la ex, no significa que no tenga amigos. Quizás, no sean los mejores amigos, pero son amigos, no? los tengo. Además, tengo otros, que no se casaron, ni volvieron con su ex.

Así que, Facebook, si no te queda claro. Yo si tengo amigos.
Me sulfaté, quería decirlo. bah, escribirlo.

[DevNull]

Que buen tema...

Este tema es simplemente genial, me hace recordar a Buzz en Toy Story 2 :P

A pelar castañas!!!

El circo de la mariposa

"Believe you can and you're half way there."

Theodore Roosevelt

Primera parte

Segunda parte

A Genius tribute.

"Let the future tell the truth, and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I have really worked, is mine."

[Nikola Tesla]

La suerte y el destino...

Créeme, despues de ver este video podes llegar a creer que el destino o la suerte realmente existe...

No arms, no legs, no worries.

Pale Blue Dot

"Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known."

Carl Edward Sagan (November 9, 1934 – December 20, 1996)