Last year I studied Special Foundations. Part of a paper about the jet grouting technique that allowed me pass the subject is now in my personal page (sorry, only in Spanish by now).

Some weeks ago I wrote about my work at the Territorial Studies Lab. After two months of a interesting, funny stage I left the Lab. Two doors from there, the CartoLab needed a geek person with some knowledge about GNU/Linux systems and Civil Engineering. I hope to be up to my new bosses’ expectations.

As it’s name points to, CartoLab develops cartography works, especially GIS related works. I think I’ll enjoy the next months

Imagine you live in a house where the garage is full of garbage. The living room has leaking water. The mattress is old and it is invaded by fleas. Dead rats descompose in the attic. The kitchen is black because burning and it has an old, dangerous gas stove.

And it happens since decades. But you look to your brilliant bathroom with marble bathtub and high-tech japanese WC. And you think it’s all right.

Global crisis NOW? Let’s be serious, please.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear, their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron, 1814