No, it is not a screen capture from unreal tournament 2003.
'Santa Anita' metro station, Line 4. Mexico City.
Sept 29, 2007. 20:36

River

Un puente sobre un rio.
De que sirve la vida si no hay un rio que cruzar?
Si no podemos, como ese buen hombre, sentarnos a la orilla del rio y leer, de que sirve salir de casa?
De que sirve un departamento si no se puede ver el Sava por la ventana?

Aire

Una noche de resaca, al tratar de despertar
Note que por el ombligo me empezaba a desinflar
Que mi cuerpo se arrugaba como un papel vegetal.
Que iba pasando, que curioso, al estado gaseoso.
Y tras la metamorfosis me senti mucho mejor.
Era un aire gris y oscuro, con bastante polucion.
Se notaba en cualquier caso que era aire de ciudad,
que si bien no es el mas sano lo prefiere el ser humano.

Aire.
Soñe por un momento que era aire
Oxigeno, nitrogeno y argon
sin forma definida ni color
Fui aire, volador


Como yo soy muy conciente, hasta en esta situacion,
Decidi ser consecuente con mi nueva dimension
Y probe a ser respirado por la que duerme a mi lado
Sin entrar en pormenores, yo se hacer cosas mejores.
Como no me satisfizo la experiencia sexual
Se me inflaron los vapores, me converti en huracan.
Di unas tres o cuatro vueltas y a la quinta me canse.
"Este cuarto es muy pequeño para las cosas que sueño"

Y lo siento por mi novia y el cristal que me cargue
Me salte por la ventana y en picado me lance
Pero tuve mala suerte y cuando iba a remontar
Me volvi otra vez humano, no falteis al funeral.


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Mecano es lo único bueno que ha salido del reino de España en los últimos 100 años.

Mexico City.

It's been a really fine night, in the sence that I'm drunk and nonetheless I don't fell like shit, which usually happens every time I'm drunk. I've had this really exiting talk with Mariano, a friend of mine, about the city and about how we must go about it seeking new stuff, and of the really nice things he's witnessed when going arround the place. It was really exciting, it is a project for the future, something I long for. To go about the city and enjoy it, and get to know new stuff and get to be happy again.

Today, walking arround my house I realized how I've forgotten the way the city feels... I've been so inmerse in my stuff, not only in my part of the city, but also in my personal stuff, that I've been unable, even in my long walks, to enjoy the city, this city whish I love so much. It is fantastic, that feeling, of beign in Mexico City... a feeling I haven't enjoy in any other city I've beento. It's not about cosmpolitanism.. it's not about traditions, it's just about progress and a mixture of tradition and longing for the future... it's actually really hard to explain, but this city makes me feel like there is indeed a future, like there is indeed somewhere where all this shit is leading to. Not necesesarly a nice place, because pollution and overcrowding might very well be leading us to doom, but somewhere nonetheless... somewhere where a new life awaits. That is indeed the reason why I, along whith many other thousand came to this city.. because there was something awaiting... it's rather hard to describe what that something is.. but there is something.

This place is moving.. and when here.. you move with it. This place is growing, this place is fighting, this place is going faster... and we all are going with it. Every corner, every person, every streen and every building.. alll the clouds coming on top of it, and all the mountains surrounding it, are all singing the very same thing: ahead. While it is unclear if that 'ahead' is related to glory or to pitty, at least it is ahead,and the feeling of stagnation is never felt. This a place to be alive... a place to move and not be idle, a place to go further. That, indeed that is what is most enjoyable, not the sights, not the postcard sites, or the traditional stuff.. but that feeling of going further everyday, even if stuck in the traffic.. but going further.. that's what this city is all about.

That's what I want to feel.

We are heading for tomorrow.

Sky

It is so conforting.

D vs C

Everything can be, in a sense, quantified. Time is, of course, not an exception. We are all familiar with the meassurment of time, and humanity has createad increiasingly percice devices to keep track of it. And we all like to think that time is universal an idea that has long since been proven wrong.

But then, one comes to ask: what is time?

The 'flow' of time is relative to one's position and velocity, that is, the magnitude of that flow in relation to the 'flow' of space. But the direction of time is not relative, at least as far as we know, and definetely as far as normal, everyday, life is concerned. The 'direction' of the flow of time is indeed universal: no one has a neighbour who's clocks run backwards; a rather fortunate situation indeed, for it allows us to avoid aditional problems when trespassing into our neighbours backyard to fetch a ball.

There is one first concept I'd like to explain today: discrete vs. continous. Let us forget for now the math related to it. We can think of time going in two directions, one of them impossible to achieve, but only two direction, forward and backwards. We can't think of an intermediate direction, beteeen forward and backwards... nor can we think of another direction, say... further from forward than what backwards is. How ever, it is easy to imagine a spot between your house and your workplace, or a spot past your workplace in the direction you take every morning to get to work. And between any two of those four spots, you can easily imagine one more inbetween, and so on. But the same cannot be told about the possible directions one can imagine time to have.

The directions we can imagine time to have form a discrete set: forward and backward. The spots on a map form a continous set: every two points on the map have not one, but a infinte amount of them inbetween.

A mathmatician would argue that continuity is a property of functions, not of sets, that perhaps I'm trying to refer to a set being infinite, or rather complete. That is a correct remark. Continuity is indeed a property of functions. And ofcouse one can mess arround and define continous functions in non-complete and even finite sets.

But lets forget that for a moment I said!

It is the concepts which are discrete and continous, and we therefore cannot create a 'nice' relation between the two of them. Supose your neightbour has his clocks going backwards... as you aproach the wall that separates both houses you clock is still running forward, and once you hop that fence, all of a sudden it is running backwards. An aburbt change of direction, abrubt ofcourse if we consider time to be continous. These two concepts can not be put together, related, in a nice mater, one without this abrubt changes.