Los quiero muchoooo

(Mensaje hecho con mi teclado y con ayuda del teclado de la pantalla)

Es increible como cambian las cosas, pensamientos que crei que nunca cruzarian por mi cabeza hoy son los unicos que la llenan...
Hace exactamente ocho meses no queria estar en este lugar, queria regresar a mi casa, con mi familia, con toda la gente que me habia acompañado a lo largo de toda mi vida....
Ocho meses despues me duele tanto alejarme de esta ciudad a la que considero mi nuevo hogar, me duele alejarme (aunque sea por poco tiempo)de todas las personas que significan tanto para mi, de todas estas personas que me ayudaron (tarde o temprano) a ser feliz, nunca pense decir esto, pero ya no se si prefiero estar en mi antigua casa..no..si se, y la respuesta es que prefiero estar aqui, no cambiaria lo que tengo ahora por nada, absolutamente NADA del mundo. He aprendido tantas cosas en tan poco tiempo, no solo académicamente, sino en todos los aspectos, he hecho grandes amigos que espero que nunca se alejen porque yo no me quiero alejar de ellos,porque como les dije una vez, esto que tenemos es completamente diferente a lo que habia tenido antes y es una experiencia que siento que solo llegan a conocer aquellas personas que se alejan de su hogar; he aprendido el significado de la verdadera amistad y de querer a un amigo...
Hace ocho meses yo vivia, pero ahora tengo mi vida, la vida que yo fui capaz de construir sola y desde cero..y soy una persona muy feliz.

GRACIAS...Ustedes saben quienes son y los quiero muchisimo!! Los voy a extrañar...

PD. Nos vemos en dos semanas.. o mas bien, en un fin de semana =).
En mi casa mi mama me va a cuidar y no voy a imaginarme aros ni demonios...PELAS!!! =P

The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure, while always arriving

Bill: So what do you think about my little vessel? She's what we call "see-worthy," s-e-e, see with your eyes. I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality, voila. And this (pointing to the windshield)...this is like my little window to the world, and every minute is a different show. Now I may not understand it, I may not even necessarily agree with it, but I tell you what, I accept it and just sorta glide along. You want to keep things on an even keel, I guess is what I'm saying. You want to go with the flow, the sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure, while always arriving. It saves on introductions and goodbyes. The ride does not require an explanation, just occupants. That's where you guys come in.

It's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now you may get the 8-pack, or you may get the 16-pack...but it's all in what you do with the crayons, the colors, that you're given. Don't worry about drawing within the lines, or coloring outside the lines; I say color outside the lines, you know what I mean? Color right off the page. Don't box me in! We're in motion to the ocean. We are not land-locked, I'll tell you that!

"Waking life"

Death is wrapped in a dream

Lady: ....down through the centuries, the notion that life is wrapped in a dream has been a pervasive theme of philosophers and poets. So doesn't it make sense that death, too, would be wrapped in a dream? That after death, your conscious life would continue in what might be called a dream body. It would be the same dream body that you experience in your everyday dream life, except that in the post-mortal state, you could never again wake up...never again return to your physical body..

"waking life"

This is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive

Wanderer: Hey.
Wiley: Hey.
Wanderer: Are you a dreamer?
Wiley: Yeah.
Wanderer: I haven't seen too many of you around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming is dead and noone does it anymore. It's not dead, it's just been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it, so nobody knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I'm trying to change all that, and I hope you are too.....by dreaming, everyday. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced...ever. So, whatever you do, don't be bored. This is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive, and things are just starting

"Waking life"

A thousand years is but an instant

Alien: A thousand years is but an instant. There's nothing new, nothing different. Same pattern, over and over. The same clouds, the same music, the same as I felt an hour or an eternity ago. There's nothing here for me now, nothing at all. Now I remember, this happened to me before, this is why I left. You have begun to find your answers. Although it will seem difficult, the rewards will be great. Exercise your human mind as fully as possible, knowing that it is only an exercise. Build beautiful artifacts, solve problems, explore the secrets of the physical universe, savor the input from all the senses, feel the joy, and sorrow, the laughter, the empathy, compassion, and tuck these emotional memories in your travel bag. I remember where I came from, and how I became a human, why I hung around. And now, my final departure schedule: this way out, escaping velocity, not just eternity, but infinity...

"Waking life"

I think that what we don't take into account when we're young is our endless curiosity. That's what's so great about being human."

1st Woman: [This part of the conversation is kind of faint] Time just dissolves with these quick moving particles that are swirling away. Either I'm moving fast, or time is, but never both simultaneously.
2nd Woman: Such a strange paradox. I mean, well technically, I'm closer to the end of my life than I've ever been. I actually feel, more than ever, that I have all the time in the world. When I was younger, there was a desperation, a desire for certainty, like there was an end to the path and I had to get there.
1st Woman: I know what you mean, because I can remember thinking, oh someday, like in my mid-thirties maybe, everything is going to just somehow gel and settle, just end. It was like there was this plateau, and it was just waiting for me and I was climbing up it. When I got to the top, all growth and change would just stop, even exhilaration. But, that hasn't happened like that, thank goodness. I think that what we don't take into account when we're young is our endless curiosity. That's what's so great about being human.
2nd Woman: Yeah....Well, do you know that thing Benedict Anderson says about identity?
1st Woman: No.
2nd Woman: Well, he's talking about like, say, a baby picture. So, you pick up this picture of this two-dimensional image and you say, "That's me." Well, to connect this baby in this weird little image with yourself living and breathing in the present, you have to make up a story like, "This was me when I was a year old, and then later I had long hair, and then we moved to Riverdale, and now here I am." So, it takes a story that's actually a fiction to make you and the baby in the picture identical....to create your identity.
1st Woman: And the funny thing is, our cells are completely regenerating every seven years. We've already become completely different people several times over, and yet, we always remain quintessentially ourselves.

Maybe I only exist in your mind

Más de "waking life"...


Julie and Ethan continue their conversation from Before Sunrise.
Ethan: I keep thinking about something you said.
Julie: Something I said?
Ethan: Yeah. About how you often feel like you're observing your life from the perspective of an old woman about to die. You remember that?
Julie: Yeah. I still feel that way sometimes; like I'm looking back on my life. Like my waking life is her memories.
Ethan: Mmm, exactly. I heard that Tim Leary said, as he was dying, that he was looking forward to the moment when his body was dead, but his brain was still alive - you know how they say that there's still 6-12 minutes of brain activity after everything else has shut down?
Julie: Mmm.
Ethan: And a second of dream consciousness, right? Well that's infinitely longer than a waking second. You know what I'm saying?
Julie: Oh yeah yeah yeah, definitely. For instance I wake up and it's 10:12 and then I go back to sleep and I have those long, intricate, beautiful dreams that seem to last for hours and then I wake up and it's...10:13
Ethan: Yeah, exactly. So then 6-12 minutes, right? Of brain activity. I mean...that could be your whole life. I mean you are that woman looking back over everything.
Julie: Okay so what if I am? Then what would you be in all that?
Ethan: Whatever I am right now. I mean, yeah maybe I only exist in your mind, but I'm still just as real as anything else.
Julie: Yeah. I've been thinking also about something you said.
Ethan: What's that?
Julie: Just about reincarnation and where all the new souls come from over time. Everybody always says they are the reincarnation of Cleopatra or Alexander the Great. I always want to tell them they were probably some dumbfuck like everybody else. I mean, it's impossible. Think about it. The world population has doubled in the past 40 years, right? So if you really believe in that ego thing of one eternal soul, then you have only 50% chance of your soul being over 40, and for it to be over 150 years old, then it's only one out of six.
Ethan: Right, so what are you saying? That reincarnation doesn't exist, or that we're all young souls, or half of us are first round humans?
Julie: No, no, what I'm trying to say is that somehow I believe reincarnation is just a poetic expression of what collective memory really is. There was this article by this bio-chemist I read not long ago, and he was talking about how when a member of our species is born, it has a billion years of memory to draw on. And this is where we inherit our instincts.
Ethan: I like that. It's like there's this whole telepathic thing going on that we're all a part of, whether we're conscious of it or not. That would explain why there are all these seemingly spontaneous worldwide innovative leaps in science and the arts, you know, like the same results popping up everywhere independent of each other. Some guy on a computer figures something out, and then almost simultaneously a bunch of other people all over the world figure out the same thing. They did this study where they isolated a group of people over time, you know, and monitored their abilities at crossword puzzles in relation to the general population, and they secretly gave them a day-old crossword, one that had already been answered by thousands of other people, and their scores went up dramatically. Like 20%. So it's like once the answers are out there, people can pick up on them. Like we're all telepathically sharing our experiences.

Language

Empezare con algunas frases de una de mis peliculas favoritas "waking life" o en español "despertando a la vida" del mismo director de "antes del amanecer" y "antes del atardecer". Waking life es un filme independiente que plantea varias preguntas sobre la vida, la muerte, los sueños, la libertad.. y te hace pensar...


Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration, and this is where I think language came from. It came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy, when it was just simple survival, like you know...water, we came up with a sound for that, or saber-toothed tiger right behind you!, we came up with a sound for that. But, when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is frustration? or what is anger? or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, through their memories of love, or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying, and they say "Yes, I understand," but how do I know they understand? Words are inert; They're just symbols; They're dead. You know? And, so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed; It's unspeakable. Yet, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we have connected, and we think that we are understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion, and that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.

"Waking life"

Consejos

M: "No tiene nada de malo que veas South Park, es un programa horrible, pero mientras tú no hagas lo que ellos hacen está bien... mientras tú no muerdas la salchicha"
.........

J: Ya me quieres matar como hacen en South Park...
L: No...quiero morder tu salchicha

La muerte....

Por fin un autor logró expresar exactamente los pensamientos que yo he tenido a lo largo de los últimos 10 años aproximadamente...

"Ahora lo entiendo. De pronto entiendo el alcance de todo. Ahora por fin comprendo lo que significa no-ser, no-estar. Noto un vacío en el estómago. siento náuseas. Pero también me enfado.
Me enfurezco al pensar que un día voy a desaparecer, y que habré desaparecido, no durante una semana o dos, tampoco durante cuatro o cuatrocientos años, sino para toda la eternidad.
...........
Me siento abandonado por todo. No hay nada a lo que me pueda agarrar. No hay nada que me pueda salvar.
No sólo pierdo el mundo, y no sòlo pierdo todo y a todos mis seres queridos. También me pierdo a mí mismo"

J. Gaarder "La joven de las naranjas"

tengo

Tengo miedo... tengo miedo de ser expulsado de este mundo. Tengo miedo de noches como ésta que no se me permitirá vivir

J.Gaarder "La joven de las naranjas"

Algo que habría que pensar....

Imagínate que hace miles de millones de años, cuando todo se creó, te encontraras en el umbral de este cuento y pudieras elegir si quieres nacer a una vida en este planeta. No sabrías cuándo vivirías, ni tampoco el tiempo que permanecerías aquí, pero de todos modos no serían más que unos cuantos años. Lo único que sabrías es que, si eliges entrar en el mundo, tendrías que despedirte y dejarlo todo algún día, cuando llegara el momento. Tal vez te causara mucha pena, porque muchos seres humanos opinan que la vida en este gran cuento es tan maravillosa que se les saltan las lágrimas con sólo pensar que se va a acabar. A veces es todo tan bueno aquí que duele pensar que un día se acabará. ¿Qué habrías elegido tú? ¿Habrías elegido vivir una vida en la Tierra, larga o corta, dentro de cien mil o cien millones de años? ¿O te habrías negado a participar en el juego por no aceptar las reglas?

J.Gaarder "La joven de las naranjas"

Otro Chiste...

Una asociación de ganaderos quiere conseguir mejorar una raza de
vacas para que den mas leche, y reunen a varios científicos y los asignan en
grupos independientes para que busquen varias soluciones, y luego adoptar la
de mayor rendimiento.
Al cabo de un plazo preestablecido, empiezan a leer los resultados.
Unos criadores de ganado proponen un plan de cruzamientos, y basandose en
experiencias anteriores se compremeten a lograr una mejora del 3%. El grupo
de ingenieros geneticos propone introducir ciertos genes que deberian mejorar
la productividad un 10%. Un equipo de veterinarios propone unas modifica-
ciones en los establos que harian que las vacas fuesen mas felices, y
producirian un 2% mas de leche, que habria que sumar a las anteriores mejo-
ras. Otro equipo propone un cambio de dieta que mejoraria el rendimiento en
un 7%, otros quieren suministrar hormonas a las vacas para subir un 8%.
Entonces aparece el equipo de los matemáticos, que dicen que son
capaces de mejorar la produccion en un 3000%. Todo el mundo se pone muy
contento, y se apresuran a leer el proyecto, que empieza diciendo:
"Sea una vaca esferica..."

Chiste...

no podia faltar este chiste, el favorito de roomie y cookie!!!!

¿Qué es un oso polar?
Un oso rectangular, después de un cambio de coordenadas.

vista panoramica de guanajuato 

desarrollo en la enseñanza de las matemáticas

LA EVOLUCIÓN DE LAS MATEMÁTICAS

1950's
Un campesino vende una bolsa de patatas por 1000 pesetas. El costo
es 4/5 del precio de venta. ¿Cuál ha sido su beneficio ?

1960's
Un campesino vende una bolsa de patatas por 1000 pesetas. El costo
es 4/5 del precio de venta, es decir, 800 pesetas. Cual ha sido su beneficio?

1970's (nuevas matemáticas)
Un campesino intercambia un conjunto P de patatas por un conjunto D
de dinero. La cardinalidad del conjunto D es 1000, y cada elemento de D vale
una unidad de pesetas. Dibuja 1000 puntos gordos representando los elementos
de D. El conjunto C de los costes de producción esta formado por 200 puntos
gordos menos que D. Representa C como un subconjunto de D y da la respuesta
correcta a la pregunta: cual es la cardinalidad del conjunto de beneficios ?
(Haz todos los dibujos en rojo.)

1980's
Un campesino vende una bolsa de patatas por 1000 pesetas. Sus costos
de produccion son 800 pesetas y su beneficio son 200 pesetas. Subraya la
palabra "patatas" y discutelo con tus compañeros.

1990's
Un zerdo capitalista injustamente consige 200 pseta po una volsa
de pattas Hannalica ete tecsto en fusca d'errrore contenido, grasmatika i
puntuazion, y aluejo ekspresa tu punto de fista sobreste metod d'aserse
rico.

La leyenda de la Calle del truco

Definitivamente no pueden faltar algunos datos acerca de Guanajuato capital, mi nuevo hogar =)

La gente que allí vive, asegura que una sombra de varón, vestido a la usanza, con larga capa, sombrero de ancha ala calado hasta las cejas, de modo que sólo deja de ver dos chispas a manera ojos sobre el rostro pálido y desencajado, se desliza apresurado a lo largo de esta calle cuando el silencio y las sombras de la noche son completas.
Es la sombra de Don Ernesto, que sigiloso se detiene delante de una puerta y llama tres veces. Se oye un chirrido de ultratumba y entra el caballero. Es la Casa de Juego, a la que sólo van los más ricos. Se juega en grande: primero las bolsas repletas de oro, después las fincas, luego las haciendas. Es mal día para don Ernesto. Ha perdido tres o cuatro de sus mejores propiedades. Está nervioso como nunca. La fortuna le ha dado la espalda. Hace un recuento en la mente y advierte que lo ha perdido todo.

"No todo, amigo, aún queda algo de valor".
- "¡El diablo lo supiera! ¿Qué es?"
- "Y va en una jugada por cuanto habéis perdido, en el primer albur" – agrega la primera voz.
Don Ernesto, fuera de sí exclama:
- "¿A qué os referís? ¡Decidlo de una vez!.
- “¡Calma, calma!" – Agrega el contrincante.
- "¡Qué tenga vuestra madre! - grita de nuevo el desafortunado caballero.

Su adversario se inclina sobre la mesa para musitar unas palabras al oído de don Ernesto...
- "¡No por Dios! ¡Ella no! – grita el perdidoso en el colmo de la exaltación.
- "Resolveos, así podréis recuperar vuestras riquezas"...

Transcurren unos instantes de lucha en el interior del jugador, y al fin exclama:
- "¡Sea pues! ¡A la carta mayor!"
Su amigo, parsimoniosamente, coloca sobre la mesa dos cartas; una sota de oros y un seis de espadas...
- "¡A la sota!" – grita don Ernesto temblando de emoción.
Se deslizan los naipes fatídicos... siete de bastos, tres de oros, caballo de copas y al fin aparece la carta maldita, el seis.
- "Perdéis nuevamente".
El caballero queda mudo, sin moverse, como desplomado sobre sí mismo.
Ha jugado a su bella esposa. Es hombre de palabra y tiene que cumplir.
Esa vez su adversario fue el propio diablo, por eso don Ernesto no vio una sola jugada...

Real World

I wonder what it's like to be the rainmaker
I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain
I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone
And you can come and see them when I'm...done, when I'm done