Año Nuevo: Puerto e Interfase Nueva

Ayer Apple actualizó su línea de portátiles, agregando procesadores Intel Sandy bridge, Core i7s de 4 núcleos, y mucha velocidad y muy pequeñitos. Además de eso incluyeron algo bastante interesante que es la razón principal de este artículo:

Thunderbolt.

Thunderbolt es una interfase originalmente creada por Intel Corp, llamada Light Peak. con esta, utilizaban cables de fibra óptica (nada baratos por supuesto), para lograr transmisiones absurdas de 10Gbps entre dispositivos.

Apple - siendo todo lo Apple que se puede ser - Convence a Intel de cambiar el nombre y utilizar la misma interfase del Mini Display Port (otra invención de Apple obviamente), y con esto logran dos cosas:

Tener un puerto multi-propósito: En el papel, Thunderbolt es capaz de conectar casi cualquier cosa que haya salido en los útlimos 10 años, Obviamente todos los monitores con display port, y con los adaptadores adecuados: Conexiones HDMI, de cualquier versión; Puertos USB, de cualquier generación; y casi cualquier puerto que haya tenido un mediano éxito en los últimos 5 años.

Y tener algo realmente nuevo e innovador que ofrecer en la línea de laptops de aluminio y plástico.

La última vez que pensaron en hacer algo así, fue con el infame FireWire 800. Solo unas cuantas compañías lo utilizaron - Sony siendo una de ellas, si recuerdan el Playstation 2 tenía un FireWire 800 o IEEE433 que nunca se llegaron a usar – y muy pocos aparatos realmente tenían una interfase de este tipo. Siendo el iPod de primera y segunda generación los únicos artefactos trascendentes que tenían este puerto. Aunque haciendo honor a la verdad, los primeros iPods eran FireWire400 únicamente. Y solo se podían conectar a una Mac, que eran las únicas computadoras poseedoras de tan extraño puerto.

Ya muchas empresas fabricantes de dispositivos de Hardware, se han pronunciado al respecto, siendo las más resaltantes (¡e importantes!) con su apoyo inicial LaCie y Western Digital.

Intel, por supuesto, pondrá a disposición de todos los usuarios de PC estos puertos en su siguiente iteración de Placas Maestras, a partir de la construcción de SandyBridge (siguiendo por supuesto la polémica por la recolección de más de 1 000 000 de unidades por defectos de fábrica)

La única pregunta que queda por hacer:

¿Se repetirá la historia, y tendremos un nuevo FireWire 800, o HD DVD, destinados a pasar al baúl de los recuerdos sin pena ni gloria, olvidados en menos de un año?

La informática avanza a grandes pasos, el tiempo (y la cartera de los consumidores) nos darán la respuesta

Inicio de una colaboración

Viene de tonodigital.blogspot.com:

He pensado muchas formas de empezar este artículo y ninguna me convence. Así que simplemente voy a iniciar diciendo que este blog es una colaboración dual entre el autor original y yo. Quizás encuentren en un futuro, que uno de los dos escribe en pro de algo, y el otro en contra seguidamente, sería mucho como decir que el blog tiene un desorden de personalidades múltiples, pero más bien tiene múltiples personas con mucho desorden.

Hoy quería tocar un tema bastante común en la vida de todos, algo que ya se ha vuelto uso común entre la población. Los teléfonos celulares, de pasar a ser un gizmo interesante, se convirtió en una necesidad y ahora la persona que no posea uno, básicamente se le considera un ermitaño huraño y amargado que se rehúsa a seguir estos tiempos digitales.

Ya no solo queremos un teléfono que realice llamadas análogas, y quizás envíe alguno que otro SMS; También queremos una conexión a internet permanente, juegos, aplicaciones varias, contacto con servidores de la nube, que funcione como control remoto, como control del PS3, y si el fabricante no lo hace, lo hackeamos para que lo haga medianamente bien.

Nosotros, todos los que nos gusta la tecnología hemos aprendido a vivir como un Equipo Anti-Explosivos de la policía: Desmantelando cuanto artefacto tengamos en frente. Tanto así que hay equipos en el internet que se dedican a comprar los aparatos electrónicos apenas están disponibles y solamente con un destornillador, desarman el aparato y calculan, más o menos cuánto cuesta armarlo y fabricarlo.

Para los que somos desarrolladores, nos encanta desmantelar los componentes lógicos y obligar a los aparatos electrónicos a hacer cosas para las que no fueron concebidas, y algunos, venden este tipo de usos y viven de ellos.

Yo personalmente poseo un Android, me parece simplemente atractivo, y justamente esto es el tema de mi siguiente artículo:

Usabilidad y costumbres, como escribió en algún momento Mafalda, Por Quino, mi caricatura en español favorita:
“El hombre es un animal de costumbres, ó ¿Será que de costumbre, el hombre es un animal?

Reviviendo después de la ausencia

Dice la canción de la Billos: "Año nuevo! Vida Nueva!" y no se que tenga de cierto pero como que cada año impar se cumple para unos, en los pares para otros.

Este año ha empezado de forma bastante extraña, sinceramente no se como definirlo, pero para eso se escribe y se vive.

Por ende, voy a revivir este espacio, y otro espacio más: Tono Digital donde colaboro con Javier PRato en unas mini columnas de tecnología. Si la cosa funciona como que lo movemos a un espacio más formal.

Por ahora esto sigue siendo un catalejo plateado al interior de mi mundo

My Head Space

I built It

Magic and the Internet

The last time I assisted a Standard tournament some weeks ago, I was amazed of what I saw. Every
person in the room except me and my play group were playing the same 4 decks. Vampires, some
beatdown, white something and another thing with artifacts I don’t quite understand yet. We were
playing A weird Land Control (me), a weird haste slight, and a weird elf ally. But all of them were
basically playing the same deck copied times over. To make things worse, even the sideboard was the
same and to just add salt to insult to injury, some said “Are those Alex’s blahs? I could only trade 2. You
got the other 3 you lucky shrimp!”

I suddenly realized that most of the people playing there in that particular tournament were playing
internet decks. Decks anyone in the internet perfected in a Pro Tour, then proceeded to post it on the
internet and was copied forever after to infinity ad nauseam.
I faced two vampire decks (That were identical, but one was missing a copy of vampire nocturnus the
other had in excess) and two white blue artifact decks that I still don’t know what they do (no lands, no
actions). The last deck I played against was the slight haste from one of my mates.

Why people has the need to go look for decks on the internet, make a carbon copy of it (some a very
expensive foil carbon copy of it) and play it just changing a land or two and claiming the discovery of
warm water? Are they lobotomized and can’t think for themselves and build anything?
When I played during Mercadian, Invasion, Oddyseey, and I think even Onslaught, people would just
build their decks with their brains. They would look in magazines what cards were being broken beyond
recognition and went on their merry way to break them in a different manner with different kinds. Or
just look what could be broken.

Some made what we call a ranch (A deck that relied on a combo with so many cards, that if one was
missing it was impossible to win, or at least it needed much more time), some made crazy win
conditions, some very strange combos that couldn’t work with logic but only with rules and most
important of all, it was fun!

But today, people only like to go to tournaments and play decks that are on the internet tested, or the
counter measure of the same deck (that of course, comes from the internet). What happened to build
your own deck? Why this horrible search of the holy grail on the internet? Just to win?

Worse is, that when confronted with a deck that has no previous record on the internet (like my weird
land control with only 8 land breakers) it is totally misleading and basically, the frustration in their faces
not being able to sideboard and answer is just sad. And people would get mad at me because “where
did you get that deck? It is amazing! It is so well balanced and it killed this meta-game-10-times-pro-tour-champio-tried-and-true KILLER deck” and of course my answer, for them is more puzzling and some
people don’t like to accept it. My answer?

“I built it.”

Convergencia

Hola persona leyendo esta entrada

Tenía mucho tiempo sin escribir una sola palabra en este lugar, siento como las tela arañas se han apoderado de todos los rincones y una capa de polvo bastante densa cubre las superficies de todo cuanto me rodea.

A veces no veo muy bien debido a que la luz es escaza y no por decisión, simplemente la ventana no llega hasta esta habitación donde todo esto está escrito en las paredes con aceite de memoria, y figuras de recuerdos.

Hay sin embargo algunas cosas abstractas que quisiera escribir:

- Tratar de alcanzar las estrellas puede tener dos finales considerables. Que alcances una y su calidez te bañe y te deje sin sentido. O que su potencia lumínica acaba con tu alma desintegrándola y volviéndola gas cósmico.

- Si una puerta se abre, otra se cierra, otra se oxida, otra explota, otra se bloquea, y otra brilla: ¿Qué es?

- Lo desconocido siempre nos provoca temor. Especialmente cuando lo desconocido se hace conocido y se oculta de tal forma que vuelva a ser desconocido

Hay cosas que no entiendo ni entenderé. Pero si hay muchas cosas que quiero y estoy 100% seguras de lo que son y cómo las quiero. Tan solo tengo que estirar mis manos y alcanzar una estrella. Cual me ilumine primero, es cosa de física.

Guerra

War, war never changes.

Si bien es cierto que la guerra obliga a los pueblos a tener muchísimo ingenio para así poder derrotar al enemigo con la menor cantidad de bajas, también es cierto que muchísimas guerras son bastante insulsas y algunas incluso hasta estúpidas.

Las guerras de la antigüedad eran peleadas por la supremacía regional, por la riqueza inmunda de algún sitio, por expandirse y doblegar a los demás, o por ideas realmente grandes para hombres pequeños. (Caesar....)

Esas mismas guerras antiguas dieron pie a una gran cantidad de ingeniosidad las cuales nos lleva a la era moderna...

La segunda guerra mundial (WWII) es mi teatro de operaciones favorito para estudiar, por que ha sido el conflicto armado más grande que ha habido en la faz de la tierra, el más complejo, el que más actores ha tenido y el que más análisis ha recibido y el más cruel y horrible de todos. En todos los niveles imaginables.

Todo empezó un día que el partido De los Trabajadores Nacional Socialista de Alemania ganó las elecciones (Los famosos Nazis, que vaina con el pajuo socialismo. donde llega siempre el país termina escoñetado en algún momento del tiempo, ejemplo: Alemania occidental aunque se haya unido y con la oriental y sea una potencia hoy en día, Unión Soviética aunque ya no exista, China aunque hayan mejorado medianamente)

Adolf Hitler, UN GENIO, con una visión exageradamente amplia, y tanto de loco suicida como de genio, decidió invadir Polonia. Y reventó todo el peo que se venía cocinando en Europa y Asia menor. Esto fue el 1ro de Septiembre de 1939

Luego se le ocurrió la "maravillosa" idea de cazar judíos por - y aquí es donde la vaina se pone súper aberrada, grotesca y deja de ser historia para convertirse en Holocausto - ser de raza inferior y que se yo. Ahí si metió las manos el resto del planeta y le intentaron poner un parao.....por 6 años.

Fíjense que la invasión a Polonia marcó el inicio de las declaraciones de guerra en contra de Alemania y la sucesiva persecución genocida generó una catástrofe lo suficientemente grande como para lanzar dos bombas atómicas y descojonar un continente completo hasta dejarlo en ruinas.

Cosas tan terribles como los campos de concentración, no dejan de ser una lección de la crueldad humana, y lo mucho que se las pueden ingeniar para generar dolor y sufrimiento disfrazado.

Marcaban a los prisioneros de guerra con números, como si de ganado se tratase, los rociaban con gases mortíferos o Napalm. Miles de personas que trabajan honestamente fueron corridos de sus países, muchos asesinados, naciones enteras derruidas por el caos y la destrucción.

La invasión más grande del mundo empezó la madrugada del 6 de junio de 1944 (D-DAY). Cuando los aliados salieron en barcos desde Inglaterra y atacaron las playas de Francia: Omaha, Normandía entre otras y empezaron a avanzar por toda Europa cazando Axis (Es decir, aquellos aliados de los Nazis)

Aún no logro estudiarla completa, entender todo lo que sucedió. Han pasado más de 50 años y todavía hoy se sienten las pisadas de los soldados por Europa. Es grande. fueron 7 años terroríficos llenos de muerte hambruna y sangre por doquier.

Las razones por la cual los hombres se pelean son tan banales, a veces injustas, no siempre son malas, hay veces que tienen mucho sentido como la guerra civil de 1865 en los Estados Unidos por la emancipación de la esclavitud. Las guerra de independencia (Aunque estas son más de próceres y demás héroes)

No deja de ser un tema interesante lleno de preguntas sin respuestas, escenarios místicos hipotéticos donde nos preguntamos:

¿Qué hubiese pasado si el partido Nazi hubiera ganado la guerra y tomado el control de toda Europa?

It’s just another day

This is a reminder of a forgot.

Mirrors

I woke up this morning and looked at the mirror. My reflection wasn’t there. Somehow, my vision went right through me, like that folk tale of vampires not having a reflection or something of the sort. But I didn’t have a reflection and that is precisely what I noted. No reflection, I could touch the mirror and still make pressure against it, make paths in the blurred surface of the glass steamed by the hot water

 

I dress up, and my disembodied clothes held there in the middle of the air, hanging from some divine force that kept them in my body. Though I was wearing them, still no reflection, I didn’t pay attention to it and I left for work.

People noticed me, the neighbor said hi on the elevator. So i definitely wasn’t dead, or a specter or a vampire. I went into the bus as always and still no reflection on the windows. It was becoming really strange.

I got to work and the glass door exploded the moment I touched it, tiny cuts were made on my skin, all over my face and all over my hands, i fell backwards and reflected on the other door next to the office where I work. And… The tiny cuts reflected on the mirror. My blood was becoming as solid as my clothes.

I just tried to stand up but a single slight contact on the rail behind me made it explode in a tiny million pieces. Apparently, the glass won’t rest easy until I was bleeding profusely.

I passed out.

I woke up in a wooden shack. I didn’t recognize it at first. I was lost. it was actually a very good looking shack. One of those huts one go to vacation.

A woman entered the room, she was holding a white towel and exclaimed “are you awake yet? I wanna go with the dolphins”. She was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my entire life. Her hair was light brown and her hazel eyes had this characteristic of drowning with a thousand feelings.

She was my wife. Or is. she is still alive. I reached for a water glass just near my head, closed my eyes, and then grabbed it. Nothing happened.

It was a dream. Just a dream. Or was this the dream?

9490 Days and Counting

• 819.936.000 seconds
• 13.665.600 minutes
• 227.760 hours
• 9490 Days
• 1404 Weeks
• 26 years
• 0.26 centuries
• 0.026 millennia

Change. The basic premise for life of any kind, or any species. Life changes, evolves, dilutes, transforms, moves, disintegrates, combines until a perfect state is reached. Then the cycle destroys life and improves on the previous design.

Evolution has made great improvements on the life form on this planet, that, at the time of this writing - the only one known to be inhabited, but that’s somewhat of a contradicting matter - given the “superior” species love to self-destruct in a genocidal way, not known to any other species in the same planet with the same intensity or contempt.

Today is what most people call a birthday, and for the past 365 days, nothing remarkable has happened. Nothing worth mentioning or nothing worth celebrating for.

So far this has been a really forgettable cycle with nothing positive to remark.

Thanks to every one who took the time to say hi and cherish the hallmark on the calendar. I appreciate it.

EL GPS que todos llevamos por dentro

El cuerpo humano es una maravilla de la naturaleza, un universo contenido en ciento setenta y pico de centímetros (perdón por generalizar, pero esa debe ser la estatura promedio de un Homo Sapiens en el 2009). Tenemos una infinidad de glándulas, hormonas, y órganos que nos hacen sentir, respirar vivir y ser de alguna u otra forma. Además de eso estamos compuestos de una infinidad de átomos, partículas y demás entidades microscópicas que quizás aún no conozcamos completamente.

Un GPS (global positioning system por sus siglas en íngles, el sistema de posicionamiento global) es un pequeño dispositivo creado por la armada americana, para sincronizar el posicionamiento geográfico de algún aparato en el planeta tierra mediante satélites que orbitan el planeta de forma continua en la estratósfera.

Hoy en día, todo tiene un chip de rastreo satelital, desde el celular, el taxi, el camión de la basura, el mouse encima de tu escritorio hasta llegando a ridiculizar el sistema como para ponerlo en la ropa interior de las parejas para saber donde andan a toda hora.

Sin embargo, el primer GPS lo tenemos los humanos, y precisamente tenemos uno en el colon y otro en el esfínter y a continuación les explico por qué.

Son las 2 de la tarde, y te entra como un sueño después de comer opíparamente esas paticas de cochino con caraotas refritas, carne mechada y un jugo de lechosa. Te comiste luego de postre una marquesa de chocolate y estas lleno. Sientes como toda tu sangre se desvía a tu sistema digestivo para procesar la ingesta desmedida del mediodía en la reunión con el jefe.

Hay que trabajar y bueno ya que se hace. todos menos tu y el mensajero están fuera de la oficina, estas light, te tomas el Nestea que compró la contadora ayer por que tenía sed. Y agarraste una galletica de soda con mermelada porque te provocó. Cuando el reloj marca las cinco, todos salen, marcas el ascensor, tu jefe se despide de ti, le dices que le vaya bien, te montas en el carro y tu GPS se activa instantaneamente.

Te entran unas ganas de ir a lanzar unos leños incontenibles, respiras profundo y tu cerebro en conjunción empieza a calcular la ruta más corta para la casa. Buscas los caminos verdes y empieza la odísea.


Sales del estacionamiento y mientras vas por sótano 2, hay una señora pequeñita en una camioneta extremadamente grande que le está costando salir del puesto y colapsa el paso. Cruel destino, tu GPS interno lanza una alerta que recorre toda tu espina dorsal hasta alcanzar tu nuca y un escalofrío te recorre de pies a cabeza.

La señora por fin maniobra su súper camioneta y pagas tu ticket el cual, convenientemente, se pierde en tu carro. Sales a la luz del día y la cola infernal caraqueña promueve que tu GPS interno exclame cual maquina garmin el siguiente mensaje que sólo tú eres capaz de escuchar:

"Recalculando ruta"

Dios y la virgen te amparen, por fin piensas en una ruta aún más corta y te metes por ahí como alma que lleva el diablo. Tú GPS interno anuncia: "Mcdonalds, 150 mts". Ignoras la sugerencia y continuas tu camino, cuando al cruzar a la derecha sientes que hay algo que está mal, (no no es que te has hecho encima) es que el camión de la basura justamente va a retroceder para recolectar de un parque residencial.

El sudor frío te moja la espalda, ya es difícil mantenerse sin movimiento, mientras que el GPS vuelve anunciar "Su destino esta a: 400 mts" te entra la desesperación, ya no sabes que hacer, y todas las maticas y arbustos alrededor de la urbanización bailan a tu alrededor, sonriéndote, haciéndole señas a tú más profundo instinto cavernícola.

Por fin paras el carro en el puesto de estacionamiento, y tu GPS anuncia "Ha llegado a su destino" sales corriendo para el ascensor, marcas repetidamente el botón como si cada pulsación traerá al ascensor más rápido, empiezas la danza aborigen del me estoy haciendo, tu GPS interno empieza a lanzar señales de alerta por todas partes, y te aturde hasta el zumbido de las puertas al abrirse.

La puerta de tu casa súbitamente tiene demasiadas cerraduras, no abre lo suficientemente rápido, y es en este momento que el GPS toma control de tu cuerpo, sabe que está cerca de su objetivo, y empieza a lanzar toda su voluntad por liberar aquellos tamales de ayer que tan sabrosos estaban. tiras la puerta corres por el pasillo, casi te llevas unas copas que tiene tu esposa en el estante por el medio, abres la puerta, te sientas en la taza y tu GPS se desactiva, tu tortura acaba y sientes como el sudor corre tu frente mientras relajas todos tus músculos y piensas que la próxima vez deberías pararte en el mcdonalds y hacerle caso al dichoso GPS. Se veía limpiecito de hecho.

Y hay gente que se queja que lo consiguen en el blackberry donde esten...

Atizando las cenizas

Por fin me decidí a abrir esta cosa nuevamente y dedicarme a hacer una de las vainas que más me gusta hacer.


Escribir.


Ahora, Google abrió esta maraña y es editable. Será que me dedico a editarlo? No creo que me cueste mucho sería divertido intentarlo y continuar con la saga

Pronto publicare un montón de cosas que tengo en la cabeza y quizás más.

Another Dimension

I was surrounded by a haze, something strange around my body, every molecule tickling my very existence. Keeping it in orbit around this rock we call earth. There I was, drowned in this emotional state, where nothing really mattered, only the haze did, it was everywhere, in every breath, in every heartbeat, following my thoughts and my blood flow. It kept sane, at the same time protected, nothing could come close to me.

I saw rockets launch into the void of space, space shuttle fly out into the outer arc of the atmosphere, and then fly back into the earth, landing safely. I saw wars from above, just tiny explosions in the landscape, leaving ugly scars on our earth. I saw weird things passing by the earth, missing their target by some aeons, as if some giant hand in the unknown darkness hurled heavy objects, asteroids, towards our planet. I saw comets, the most beautiful of them all, with long tails of miles on end, in the firmament, i saw the moon as it is, charred since its very existence

I saw the sun, the warming sun in the morning, and the calming reflection in the night. eclipses, shades, ghosts, astronauts leaving the safety of their spaceships to walk in the void of space. satellites being attracted back to earthm burning in their disgrace back to earth, filling the oceans floor of metallic trash.

Everything in perfect balance, for every death a birth, but sometimes, for every death, 4 births. The world became a strange place, sometimes the woods and forests were ablaze with churning flames of anger, sometimes mountains spit their interior wrath in form of melted stone, sometimes the floor shook in madness of the settlers that polluted every inch.

I saw everything from above the blue sky, surrounded by beautiful angels and that haze, the haze that kept me alive for so long, such power that it eroded the hardy walls upon my heart to come in and steal every ounce of my will.

I saw everything from up above, everything below was another dimension.

Yet morning rise finally came, and the haze dissipated slowly, as if leaving me to my luck, gravity finally penetrated the impermeable protection i so yearned, and pulled me from my stupor, and into the earth back again, the atmosphere burnt all my clothes upon reentry, mercilessly attracted me to the center of the inmolating liquid mass, my body, not aerodynamic in the least, pulled against the wind, currents came and currents went, and finally I could see it, the blue sky, I was in the sky. Entering mother earth once more.

Cutting down from the heaven and through a hole in the sky i descended into the crust, faster as I could ever dreamt, the flames of desire for my haze burning everything around me, what seemed like a distant world came into focus slowly as I fell, my stomach turned and I felt and incredible void into my chest, as if something has been desintergating with the fall, slowly the heat rose to unbearable levels and the landscape became clearer everytime, zooming in excruciatingly fast, without being able to avoid it, without being able to stop it.

There were no breaks, only the face of the earth of a green field, i descended into the most beautiful green i have ever seen, plants grew all over, mountains could be seen in the distance, birds passed me by slowly, the clouds opened a hole to avoid getting charred and my fall was complete.

I crashed upon the earth, destroying everything at my surroundings, everything burned with the impact of a tiny star. Everything ached my vision took some time to get used to this new atmosphere. one gravity, one density, the air was filled with the ashes of the green field i just faced.

I walked slowly, with clothes unknown to me, they seemed to crawl into my skin as an illusion, where was I? just a forest, beyond I could see a group of trees, too many to be just a grove. maybe a rain forest? i dont know, the carnage i left upon the earth wouldnt be easily forgiven.

I walked for miles, until I saw a house. small, with one small lamp to read, the night fell fast and the plague advanced with firm step, biting my now unprotected skin, i felt some pain as the saliva from the female insects battled against my antibodys. Maybe I could catch one of those earthly illness.

I knocked upon the door. The moon already showing her youth, seemed so distant now, in another dimension.

A woman opened the door, her eyes sat upon me and welcomed me in.

i had a cup of a beverage, hot, seemed like some kind of plant brewed with the purest water.

We didnt talk, she just looked at me transfixed, i did the same. Coincidence? maybe it was just me missing what I just suddenly lost.

Once the sun rose, i set on my way, to discover this whole new world.

This strange world I used to look with distant eyes. From another dimension.

Tiempos Draconicos: Bavaro's Blues & Code Gear's Jazz

So yesterday was a nice day
I just loafed around and then went to meet everybody from different countries.
I am so relaxed, And then there was this show, of latin people dancing, and for the firs time of my life i wasnt dancing with someone else!! I felt so boringly european for a little bit! OMG

And I had some mamajuana it rocks. It’s strong too.

PEople yesterday was a slow day and I have nothing to say

Today is the beggining of the event. Wish me luck

Tiempos Draconicos: Bavaro's Blues

I AM BACK!!

not really back I am on Dominican Republic and I am trying to live off the dream. I am in one of the best Hotel in Dominican Republic. It’s A five star monster resort. It has a beach and three swimming pools and a disco and the biggest, more bad assed restaurant. and it’s just plain awesome and I love it.

I have many stories to tell and I will try and write off each day in the morning (i mean the day before)

So yesterday we got here and we were happy. The trip by plane was so awesome I just can’t forget it. It was AWESOME!!! And I love it. I love flying in Planes. I have some pictures of the islands from above in the sky. Also Some of the resort. But it was late at night and I hope I can take some more pictures today in the evening. OF ALL THE RESORT

I will try to take pictures of myself but hey I am only human.

So we got to santo Domingo and into a van and drove three hours to here. In the way, my boss, gave me a Presidente... A BEER, but it was THE BEER, it was enormously BIG, it was 650ml almost half liter I mean COME ON!!

So i did drink half of it, and it was good. so good. after that we got to the resort, argued with the front desk guy because of the room (it was hilarious we are such nice tourist making the guy laugh with us instead of fight) and then we got here. I took three pictures, of the bathroom of the room. I will in a bit take pictures of everything else in this place. because is awesome.

We went t eat and the buffet is SO SO SO SO SO BIG that i didn’t know what I wanted to eat! I think it was so amazingly big that I lost my appetite right away

first I ate some Steak with a weird salad and a Wiener. after I finished I went for fries and mashed potatoes with baked pork and a chicken steak FUCKING AWESOME, and after that some desserts, cheesecake with ice cream. I am so very happy. I went after that sightseeing. Looking the place at night is just beautiful. You peeps will love it when I can afford all of you staying here with moi.

And after that We went to the beach that was so awesome.. And the sand so white. and the place so awesome. And so many different people talking so many different languages. Eh?

Then I came to bed, surfed the net in the beautiful lobby and had a of fun. A lot of fun. And I still think this is one of the best places I have come to be. Astonished and out of my mind. I dread the day i have to return to my own country but I will try and not even think about it. It’s Definately not worth my energy...

Now... What will I do today...

Tiempos Draconicos XIL: Fun things to Do Without Power

So lately there has been in my zone this trend to cut the electricity all evening (since 6:30 to 10:00 more less) thing that is extremely annoying given that, if someone has work to do in the computer they can't thanks to the electricity devices. Yesterday I was all alone at home (because i got earlier than every one else) and so, I was bored out of my mind, my cell didn't have any battery nor did my iPod, Imagine the fun of being in the dark with nothing to do but just stare at the darkness and the lonely candle I could find.

So I made: 10 FUN THINGS TO DO IN THE DARK!

1 - Sleep (what better than to sleep ion the dark, .. what? you are afraid of the dark? oh... then turn on a candle!)

2 - Cook! (okay well if you have an electrical kitchen you can go watch the flies flies by, or eat frozen wieners, use the candle to heat them! watch it for burns!)

3 - Pick your nose (watch it from brain pokes!)

4 - Find a candle and read Your comics or something (or the label of the things in the kitchen you can't cook because you don't have a gas kitchen XD)

5 - masturbate (easy solution, difficult ending....)

6 - Take a bath.... With cold water yes, what else is there to do? just remember If you drop the soap and you kinda bend to grab it and you feel some Unnatural thing rape your ass... well, though shit.

7 - Speak on the phon... what? You phone is Wireless and the base needs power? hahahahaha

8 - remember what you were looking for last night and didnt find and take the downtime to search for it (with a candle of course.. just dont burn anything)

9 - Search for porn in your laptop. Internet? thats YOUR problem...

10 - I deviced a game its called find it find it.

You stand in your living room and blow the candle then you launch five coins to the air and pinpoint them by mere sound, And go find them in the dark. just watch it, If you slide on one and break your neck the conversation in your funeral would be like:

"so what he died of?"
"He broke his neck from a coin"
".....A... coin...You mean a penny?"
"yeah A penny. he fell from one penny and broke his neck"
".shit.. that was one hell of a penny then"
"Actually her wife has it in his forehead, shes kinda stupid"
and after that, everytime your wife or husband sees a penny They will cry their heart out

"AHHH!!!! BUAA!! THAT WAS!!... THE PENNY!! BUAAA!!!"

Tiempos Draconicos XL: Vrands

have you ever seen how the pirates  do to stuff fake things as real things and people is stupid enough to buy them for 75% of the price and -1500% the quality, because let me tell you, those things are HORRIBLE and have the lowest quality standards of the Chinese Republic Manufacturing Laws.

Examples of this are the following brands:

Mike (Nike of course)

Coby (as sony of course)

Aciida ( When you see the logo it FAKES itself into looking like adidas)

Funstation, PonyStation, grayStation, DinStation, PainStation (No shit), Yaystation (Playstation knock off with a 8-bit nintenfo knockoff. FOR THE WIN)

Ybox 540 (Yes this actually exist I failed to take a picture because There was the dependant right in front of me)

Cans (shoes. vans anyway?)

Sidewalk (yes Even airwalk)

lewis (as Levi's Knockoff)

Nilson (Wilson the tennis brand)

Mp4 Ipod Knockoffs (instead of the click wheel, four buttons)

It's just incredible and the people LIKE IT and they think is even better than the real deal (Because they are cheaper) I would laugh a lot.

I remember the ipod knockoffs have this CLUNKY interface where nothing works and they use something like the windows 3.1 file manager (to those who remember it) and the best:

They Say 4 Gbs And only have 1.5 Gbs of actual space and some even turn black and white (the screen"colorful" at first) after two months Hilarious.

Anyways enough rant for today!

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Tiempos Draconicos XXXIX: Dressing Code

Welcome to today's Draco's rant about some stupid stuff most people will find offensive!

Have you noticed how people dress lately? it's just plain AWFUL! let's begin with the most common denominator of the lowest level of intelligence in the world. Pants with letters in the ass.

I mean WHAT.. it's just plain horrible, this morning I was walking to the bus stop/station (we don't have stations as you do there in the US or Canada or Australia) and this woman with this pants with the following in the ass goes:

"SEXY(in one cheek) BABE (In the other)" I just couldnt help Laugh my ass laugh, there is another that goes "Disco(in one cheek) QUEEN (in the other)"

And there are women with the "Free Access" (I kid you not My cell just couldnt take the fucking picutre right enough!) I mean come on!

There is also these kind of women that love to put shirts that look like the hotline page of the newspaper:

"My bf is out and I want dick" (I saw this one in the market I could laugh....)

"I'm alone and wanting" (BIATCH!!!)

"Innocent Devil" and the sex symbol of a Q being penetrated by an arrow

"Take me to your house" (And fuckkkk meeeee)

"I like bad boys" (Hoe...)

"Pussy Giving" And it pictures a cat with a lace on the neck. it is even funny!

Then the coup de grace was this guy:

Black hair standing like a klingon with gel. the tips of his hair, his chin, eyebrows and mustache decolored by peroxide. he had this TIGHT jeans and Boats as feet (like 15 or something) And to top it all

Earrings with the symbol of the Nike Air 23 Jordan basketball Earrings. (Ya know the guy jumping in the air)

How much worse can you get in your lifetime. He looked like an Albino Gremlin with no intelligence whatsoever.

There are other kind of clothing that suck balls, Like those who wanna dress gangsta and fail incredibly at it. they put on clothes 10 sizes bigger and walk as if their back was unbendable and their legs would crush the little 1/2 inch dick they have. they look so pathethic!

 

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Tiempos Draconicos XXXVIII: People Stare...

Have you notice how the human mind curiosity is the most funny thing in the world. We could understand a cat being easily distracted by whatever or a dog easily amused, their brains are small and have attention spans, BY DESIGN very short (unless you train the animal of course)

But we humans have minds of our own and then again we suck more than any other animal in the world given we are so immature and so damn unbalanced and unstable.

Take for example elevators. When you push the button for an elevator what do you do? Stare at the thing that says in what floor the elevator is. And everyone stares fixedly at it, it's even funny, when the door opens everybody goes in, pushes their right buttons, and then what do they do???? Stare to the needle or little screen with the floor number. And they stare at it as if, by staring it will move faster or skip some floors already pressed.

Same happens when Someone crashes their car, why do you think the jam is provoked? Curious people staring at the crash as they go by, And no matter how much the police urge you to move on and press forward people stare like stupid sheep at the crash. Same with almost everything.

Men, Human Males I mean. Are the worse specimens in the world, i don't remember such race of animals who's more bend over into destroying than men. but that's just one of their feats, there is one another. Women.

Have you seen this men in the street, when a hawt woman passes by they turn around sharply as if their neck was gonna snap? it's hilarious! I think it's the funniest thing ever watching those sadistic guys bending over to look at the ass of someone.

It happened more than once than a nice girl passed in front of someone who was in front of me, and hear this, the guy turned sharply and he ran into a bus stop falling over his ass, it was JUST HILARIOUS.

The other day it happened even worse, a girl, I must admit was the hawtness, passed by and a guy turned over sharply and ran into sewer stuck his feet and fell down in a puddle of murky trash water. Gross out and all he has the balls to yell "it was worth it!"

People stare, when someone has a scar they just stare, why do people stare at other. I have had many people more than once stare at me and I just cant hold up and laugh my ass off.

The same with sex, why people like to stare at other having sex, is a morbid thing we humans have, like for example, when two dogs are having a go at it, EVERYBODY stops and stares, and some people even get hard and hot about it.

When someone with piercings even in the ass walks by people stare. I remember once this guy was sitting in a bench all tattooed and a girl stared at him blankly with her mouth open wide in awe. the guy stood still and suddenly yelled... "BOO!!!" and the girl went pale and almost fainted screaming and yelling "MOMMMMYYYY!!!!!" i liked it a lot . and laughed with the guy

also when a thunder sounds, people go and stare at the sky. it's hilarious XD

When someone goes "PST PST" every single person in the room turns around, when a cell phone sounds, no matter it is not your Ringtone... You go and pick up the phone (that's why my is silent and in vibracall)

Anyways, i will go away now and stop bothering you people.

Tiempos Draconicos XXXVII: Musical Exo Skeleton

In this one little thing I'ma explore the skeleton of a song of many genres! I have been writing this piece for a while and Now it's time to start to dwelve in it.

Trash Metal:

This songs are awesome, perse, their theme is about war, death and destruction, and sometimes, how god hates us all. Big trashers are:  Anthrax, Slayer, Sodom, Metallica, Megadeth, And many many others.

The structure is as follows:

Intro, begin of the song, Chorus, And here comes the interesting part, THE SOLO, it is a pointless, mindless, fast, mind melting, trash at the guitar with such awesome speed and technique you would say it was all planned but no! it's just mindless tapping in a sort of way "how many notes you can smash into 1:30 minutes", Chorus, End of the song

Heavy Metal:

This songs are classics and practically defined everything we know today and take as granted. Big exponents are later metallica, Iron maiden, Iced Earth, Judas Priest, Manowar, Black Sabbath and Dio, Among others.

The structure is easier, intro, Chorus, Solo that must be said are always best arranged and are perfectly coded to sound near perfect, and an outro. Usually these songs a catchy and become mainstream and Classics of rock. Examples would Master of Puppets by metallica, fear of the dark by Iron maiden And so on.

Emo metal:

This songs are extremely slow and are the extasis of the commercial impact of MTV in the music. these bands are My chemical romance, Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, and almost every single new band that has been coming out for a while.

The structure is... ONE LONG SUICIDE NOTE... most of them (being the only exception the guys in MCR who like to talk about killing other people) Are extremely slow and drowzy with men singing with feminine tones and pain in their tongues. The structure is as simple as it gets, Intro, Chorus, Outro, usually they are catchy for angsty Teenager or those who believe these are trendy or something.

In my humble opinion these bands are the WORSE impact in music, and the AIDS of the sound Spectrum. Also has the worse impact on teenager, making them think they deserve everything just by being born instead of earning it with work and sweat.

Power Metal:

The power metal has two connotations, one is the HEAVIER side made in the us, and the other is the Speed side made in the old continent

So we are going to divide it into two categories!

American Power Metal: Pantera, Lamb of God.

This are one of my favorite the structure might be extremely complex in execution but they all share something in common. SCREAMING! The singer doesnt sing usually, just screams and it sounds awesome. the music is aggressive and is a big 3 minutes solo overall. every single song (most of them anyway) are highly elaborated and the musicians hold the best records as musicians. Examples of this Would be Dime Bag Darrel, pantera's guitarrist, one of my favorite for his RAW way of playing the guitar.

European power metal: Stratovarious, Sonata Arctica

this is the top of the european, becoming famous, unlike their american counter parts, these guys SING in very high pitched voices, With the greatest of techniques to play their instruments and usually in a very speedy fashions. the songs are happy or sad, but always nice. and are catchy.

Then there is the... ugly part of the metal: all the sub genres that even I consider just Noise.

Death metal, Death Core, Noise Metal, HardCore And so forth:

They all start Extremely fast with the same note over and over again, pointless solo (even much more pointless than the trash, HECK in comparison trash metal solos are beautiful masterpieces of music) I must note that even tho the musicians are extremely good and most of them are very gifted to play at those speeds for such long periods of time. And the never ending gutural grunt of the song. here is an extract:

GRUNT GRUNT GRUNT GRUNT GRUNT GRUNT GRUNT SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAACCCCHHHH!!!!!!!! TATATATATATATATATATATTAAT (this is the drums) And the guitar IRIRIRIRIRIIRIRIRIRIRIIRIR And then the bas in a never ending POMPPOMPOMPOMPOMPOMPOM

it's just Meaningless, but then again I like some songs that are actually understandable. Here are some names of the bands (Notice the Humanity is death theme in the names alone)

Cannibal Corpse (who could imagine..)

Napam Death (nice way to die)

Morbid Angel (... Just..)

Rotting Christ (Sometimes they go and violate 3/4 of the world beliefs XD)

Carcass (Like my friend says "you are eating a steak? Cow's carcass?")

As blood Runs Black (I seriously don't know what this mean)

Obituary (but obituary strangely is somewhat good)

Cadaver (haha...)

cattle Decapitation (seriously guys, Do you really think that's nice?)

Decapitated (haha.. and more heads rolling.)

Dissection (Something ..obscure, notice the medical names of all bands...)

Deicide (these guys are somewhat the precursors of the thought that god is evil and satan is better)

Dying Fetus (And it keeps going with the Doctor Satan)

impaled (And some are religious again with the catholic church-....)

Immolation (another nice way to be burnt)

Prostitute Disfigurement (this guys have such fetish of fucking grilled women)

Six feet under (these are even original)

Vomitory (extremely "nice" and "awesome" vacational place for all the family!!)

Tiempos Draconicos Paralelos: El parentesis

Muchas cosas que decir, poco tiempo para hacerlo, aun menos cerebro para realizarlo de forma divertida. probablemente no pueda.

Han sido probablemente las dos semanas mas desastrosas de este año, en donde mi pobre humanidad ha sido exprimida mas alla de lo evidente. El agotamiento mental se hace presente ya que el cerebro no me da para nada... ni siquiera para lo que tengo que hacer como trabajador.

Lo que mas deseo es poder seguir haciendo mi columna como lo he venido haciendo durante tanto tiempo.

Sin embargo aqui hay un pensamiento:

"no importa que tan viejo seas, lo que marca tu vida se queda contigo hasta el dia que te mueras"

Hay cosas que tu crees y consideras que te marcaron..pero no lo hacen, y otras que simplemente dejan su huella en la nostalgia omnipresente que puedes llegar a sentir.

Hoy me siento agotado como para escribir algo que tenga un sentido del humor draconico como el mio (en este caso quiere decir en extremo complicado) como el dia de la lluvia pero me han pasado un par de cosas que valen la pena notar:

1- me he dado cuenta que soy una persona completamente anomala a lo que es el canon normal de un hombre comun.

2- por mi anomalia execesiva me he dado cuenta que no encajo en la sociedad como cualquier otra persona haria.

3- probablemente nunca encaje en ninguna sociedad....

4- soy fragil como una muñeca de porcelana (no digas tu hiper sensible)

5- en 14 dias me he llevado tantas decepciones juntas que dudo que algun dia pueda recuperar lo poco de inteligencia que me queda.

6- Creo que sigo sin poder llorar. Algun dia se curara?

 

Y ya! Creo que eso es todo. hay muchos cambios en el torbellino que llamo vida. y no se sea apropiado dejarlo todo aqui. Quizas no.. quizas si.