El mundo de los mundos.

Cebollas

2009-06-25T14:21:00.003-03:00

-¿En cuál dijo que estábamos?
-En el del olvido.
-Ah.
-... (hombre cortando cebollas en la mesada)

- ¿En cuál dijo?
-En el del olvido.
-Cierto
-... (hombre que sigue cortando cebollas)

- ¿Estamos en un mundo nuevo?
-Sí, en el del olvido.
-Ok
-... (cebollas, muchas cebollas)

-Fuaaaaa. Cuantas cebollas. ¿Eso es porque estamos en el mundo de las cebollas?
-No. Estamos en el mundo del olvido.
-Tiene rico olor el lugar.
-... (hombre cortando olvidos en la mesada)

2009-06-02T00:46:00.002-03:00

"Sólo una cosa no hay. Es el olvido."

Jorge Luis Borges

Lo que olvidamos siempre está presente

2009-04-20T15:13:00.003-03:00

2009-04-09T18:19:00.002-03:00

Ahora entramos en
el mundo del olvido.

I want to break magic.

2008-10-03T16:51:00.001-03:00

A mover las manos

2008-09-22T17:11:00.001-03:00

Concurso literario.
Tema: la magia

http://nuestrotaller.zoomblog.com/archivo/2008/09/22/c-o-n-c-u-r-s-o.html

Do you believe in magic?

2008-09-19T10:26:00.004-03:00

"Who did kill those men?" she asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"I would." She sounded angry now. He wondered if bringing the wine to the dinner had been a wise idea. Life was certainly not a cabernet right now.

"It's not easy to believe."

"I," she told him, "can believe anything. You have no idea what I can believe."

"Really?"

"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen-I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it." She stopped, out of breath.

Shadow almost took his hands off the wheel to applaud. Instead he said, "Okay. So if I tell you what I've learned you won't think that I'm a nut."

"Maybe," she said. "Try me."

"Would you believe that all the gods that people have ever imagined are still with us today?"

"...Maybe."

"And that there are new gods out there, gods of computers and telephones and whatever, and that they all seem to think there isn't room for them both in the world. And that some kind of war is kind of likely."

"And these gods killed those two men?"

"No, my wife killed those two men."

"I thought you said your wife was dead."

"She is."

"She killed them before she died, then?"

"After. Don't ask."

from Neil Gaiman's "American Gods"

"b&w magic" o "cómo la publicidad también ayuda".

2008-09-16T02:41:00.003-03:00

Besos mágicos.

2008-09-12T15:50:00.004-03:00

pura magia

2008-09-11T14:52:00.004-03:00

Y tampoco hacen falta las dos.

2008-09-11T01:45:00.009-03:00

No se puede hacer más lento...

No sólo con las manos se hace magia.

2008-09-10T23:18:00.002-03:00

2008-09-08T21:47:00.003-03:00

ROBy tiene OTitis.

2008-02-21T01:27:00.008-02:00

woody asimov

2008-02-21T16:17:00.004-02:00

Previously on tilt *

2008-02-22T04:06:00.008-02:00

* La casa no se hace responsable de los efectos colaterales que puede producir la reproducción secuencial de los siguientes fotogramas.

Tito, el robot.

2008-02-22T04:16:00.010-02:00

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bip bip

2008-02-22T10:42:00.009-02:00

El robot bajo el agua - Destrabando la palanca (2004)

Robot ate me - Carousel waltz (2005)

Psicodelia ochentosa a tuerca.

2008-02-23T04:36:00.008-02:00

¿Quién no experimentaba esa emoción eufórica de merienda al escuchar los primeros cinco segundos de la introducción de Robotech?

Una de las presentaciones de dibujitos más larga de la historia, pero disfrutable en cada uno de sus noventa segundos.

Saturación efectos especiales, ruiditos de láser de consola y nombres tan flasheros como los Zentraedi o la protocultura.

Todo con sonrisa de bigotes de chocolate.

Television rules the nation.

2008-02-23T05:05:00.009-02:00

MUCHOS LEDS.
Y el viaje recién comienza.

Los robots de antes no usaban reconocimiento de voz.

2008-02-23T20:40:00.003-02:00

360W

2008-02-23T21:23:00.004-02:00

Dolores de muela, de espalda, malestar estomacal, ganas de ir al baño, me pica, me rasco, me pica más, me llaman por celular, no hay señal, llamo yo, tengo sed, quiero café, tengo hambre, debo pagar las cuentas, me cerró Pago Fácil, $1,34 de más, necesito leer el diario, saco la careta de psicóloga y escucho ratos largos a mis compañeros y sus problemas, trato de relacionarlos con los míos y entenderme un poco mas.
Ya perdí 4 horas de trabajo y 2 más fueron insuficientes porque me equivoqué.

Un poco de aceite, del negro aglutinado, unas manecillas, muchos cables y demasiados chips, todo controlado, giros de 45º perfectos, soporte fuerte para levantar y trasladar toneladas.
Tarea realizada a tiempo, sin destrozos ni equivocaciones, todo en orden para estar puntual al otro día sin excusas de despertadores ni de dolores internos. Todo perfecto y calculado gracias a la natural y gran cabeza del hombre.

¿Inteligencia artificial?

2008-02-24T14:44:00.003-02:00

" y.20q.net
Prueben todas las veces que les sea necesario.

Programado para ser macanudo.

2008-03-06T12:01:00.005-02:00

Picaporte (o manija) de las puertas de la percepción.

2008-03-12T02:15:00.006-02:00

No, ya es demasiado.
No puede ser tan bueno.
¿Qué más?
Ah, ¿eso también?
No, ya es demasiado.
No puede ser tan bueno.
¿Qué más?
Ah, ¿eso también?
No, ya es demasiado.
No puede ser tan bueno.
¿Qué más?
Ah, ¿eso también?

No, ya es demasiado.