tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50859972009-11-09T19:51:31.596-06:00Acceptance and Will, how much of each?Guillermohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01611725216481098591noreply@blogger.comBlogger410125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085997.post-17411014864753435942009-11-07T22:52:00.002-06:002009-11-07T23:42:55.529-06:00

For months I thought about what will I write in this blog. My dad is dead and I wanted to make him justice, by writing something meaningful while at the same time being really what I felt on the moment. I don't wanted a rehearsed document to attest love. Never wrote a line under that premise, never held on phrases.My dad died at 22:35, two days ago. I saw it. He died in peace, while sleeping. I

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I have reached the point of no-return in my pseudo-vegetarianism. Today I was tired of eating the same, so for once I picked a sandwish with beef. Big mistake. Not at the moment... but half an hour after my stomach went crazy. I felt so tired and a bit dizzy. I won't talk about all that happened in the restroom, but let me tell you. I was about to vomit. I think my body is overreacting, but what

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I was gonna post this incredible entry about how I'm scared of being scarred. That maybe, just maybe, the word "scare" and "scar" were related. Sadly, it's not the case, so I'm not that smart :pAnyway, I'm afraid of being scarred, and I don't like that, not a bit. I was under the impression that one was supposed to leave fears behind as you grow. I'm too old to get new ones.I got myself a victory

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The other day a teacher added me to FB. It's strange, but I liked it. I remember years ago one specific class I had with him. We were seeing quantum computers (extracurricular). That's when I asked something simple like "why does Fermi has to be right?" Why does the Pauli Exclusion Principle holds true? The answer to that doesn't matter, just his answer. "Well Mr. Computerist [the name he used to

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This a follow up from my previous post. If you haven't, go here. Sorry if this bores you to death, but I would like to keep talking about this topic for a while. Straight to the point, I'm proud of my back story.Why is it a good thing that angles had 4 reasons to be "weak"? I find that people don't like when I do things for a couple of reasons. They want to simplify it and tell me that I do

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This blog was on a road to sadness.. People reading it might conclude I'm having a bad year. (It is tempting to apply the "emo" qualifier, but it is overused and inaccurate.) I was saying... No, I'm in the middle of a very good year. I do have sad circumstance casting shadows, and my life is kinda roller-coastering but thinks are good over all. Anyway, I want to share with you a thing. My latest

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What is pain? Is it the fire to forge a man's sound character? "Pain lasts a minute or a month but if I quit, it will hurt forever." All these thoughts and more I try to bring myself to believe. A charade.Today, I found myself trying to be workaholic to avoid my situation. That's useless. Has alcohol ever been effective to avoid reality, when you know you want to avoid it? No, I don't think so.

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Back again. At home. I mean, I have twittered a bit when I feel bloggy. Yet, here's my domain, less people looking, more space. I have a renewed respect for space, so I won't write and write without sense.Life seemed to change abruptly, each day harder than the previous one... and then nothing... People didn't seem to notice. All is fine. Well, no, some things are shit and I have no control

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Time is coming once again,time's up to pay my rent,somewhat prepared,doesn't matter,I have a month...to say farewell.

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Hi guys, here's a list I did with Victor about how weird Jaime is. The story was this. I told him he is so strange that there's a very long list of weird things about him. "For example?" "Jaime, there are so many that you should ask if you want your answer by category, initial letter, or with a specific filter." He chose by alphabet... I could explain myself a bit better, but nah.aseo (That means

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My life is perfect at the moment. I guess that's a rich way to say why I haven't blogged for a while. I even feel the need to have an excuse, hehe. This doesn't come as an epiphany or out of struggle. I have known this for quite some time. And I know it won't last and I enjoy it nonetheless.For some days, I have been specially "inner lifey", maybe "dreamy" is a better name. I call it "literate".

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Six days before my birthday and I come here to update my last will. Sure I do have one thing much more interesting to say, but I won't. Not yet, and not in english. So obviously I won't leave Pollo my sandman, and Allan is probably out of the game also (for better reasons).David: pois, guitar, rubik, papercraft.Julio: computer-related books, heroscape.Yorch: scifi booksJulian: language-related

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Several days ago I told padilla a simple truth, I would happily play rpg every single day of my life. Two days later I sent an email asking some friends if they wanted to join me. Voila! I'm just doing that. :)Why am I so excited? Is my life so boring I have to create a magic world as to compensate something? Nah, something much more simple. I like to weave stories. I don't portray myself as an

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I miss you Pollo.After much, too much, inner discussion I have come to the conclusion that I should just talk about it. I really miss my friend. Every now and then I find something awesome in life that I wish I could share with him. This time is a course. I really cannot complain, my life is great and most people don't find magic every now and then. Yet here I am. I'm sleeping too much once again

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I tried to pick Python. It took me four days to read the tutorial (because I had to constantly remind myself the little differences with Ruby). I'm the kind of guy who mix languages if I don't remark every variation. Like lists being inmutable. Or a comma at the end for 1 element tuples.Anyway now I know the syntaxes and read the PEP8 which looks like Python's greatest innovation. I can't imagine

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How was 2008? I'm not fond of idealizing the 12-month cycle, but hey I do respect cycles. We, humans, are addicted to them. I think it is a bug in our firmware, but hey it is fun. My year was great, thanks for asking. It had a blue note but that's life.What did I learn last year? Let me see... at the professional level, I got much more "do what your passion tells you to do". I had plenty of

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Pollo nació el 6 de Agosto de 1981 y le costó a su madre un huevo tenerlo. Lo conocí a la tierna edad de 15 años en primero de prepa, que de tierno no tenía nada ese año. La verdad es que no me cayó en gracia desde el principio. La personalidad de pollo siempre ha sido un gusto adquirido. Ya entonces era sarcástico y de humor negro, supongo siempre tuvimos eso en común. El primer recuerdo que

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I'm still alien to my friends. Not that it matters this time. Surprise, I have a time line of my life. I have always had one. Not complete, not clean, but I had always known certain things. For instance that I would be veggie one day. Or that I will serve in the peace corps one day. (I estimate that to be around my 40s). I had for a time the idea of having dreadlocks, but that is out of the

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Don't think I forgot it. I wished to contact you all day. I was busy. :( Couldn't sleep without wishing you a Happy New Year. In my mind I have this thesis, that one's birthday should be like your private New Year. Time to throughly think, time to be merry. Perhaps. How hard is it to write this thing. I know we have grow apart and it is my fault. I am wishing this could leave you a smile. I want

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Doki is gone. He won't return. He was with me for a week and I ended up loving him more than I wish to accept it. Grown ups shouldn't love pets so much, it isn't a "cool" thing to say, "hey I love my dog" isn't a thing to share with friends. He wasn't even my dog, but I will miss him. I don't know his race, age or history, I only know that six days ago I rescue him from Trapo, my brother's dog.

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Monge showed me this poem. Here's my remix.Por eso hoy,al enterarme que llevas un mes casadano dije que iba a matarme,sino que me daba igual.Mas como es rico tu dueñote vendo esta profecía:“Tú, cada noche en tus sueñossoñarás que me queríasy recordarás la tarde que tu boca me besóy te llamarás ‘cobarde’ como te lo llamo yo.Y verás, sueña que sueña,que me morí siendo chico,que se llevó una

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Wow, almost a month without a post. I am sure I had tons of witty comments, great anecdotes and even a life shacking moment... if only I could remember. Anywho, these are the news. My brother is back from Canada, and as new Management takes control of the status quo, he brought a dog. He is Trapo! He has no discernible race and is ugly as having to wait 10 minutes to use the gas station restroom.

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I hate it. I really wish to express this, but alas, I can't. I shouldn't anyway. Or was it the other way around? Doesn't matter. Here I write to express frustration for the near future that I foreshadow. Tons of stupid future fights. I'm tired of this. I'm probably childish and overreacting. I wish I knew a way to end this cycle. I know a way to free myself, but not the others. All hail the blood.

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I have been in Innox for a while. For me, this is a client relationship; however, I have spent so much time here that I couldn't help myself but to develop friendships. This is the place where I met 5 guys from Zacatecas. Almost like a reality show, they were forced to live together under the premise that they would grow and be better developers by working at Guadalajara. With theses 5 guys I

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I should contrast NJ/NY with Toronto, but am I not Memo?? Yes, I am. Therefore, I will talk about Sandman. About Absolute Sandman. Recently Matt, the RG client, gave it to me as a gift. I think I will start a new tradition here. You may not know it, but I love Sandman dearly. Who am I kidding? Anyone who actually knows me, knows that. It is my favorite book. Both because of its content, and

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