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In the beginning Turing created the Machine

Alan Turing
Alan Turing, via alanturing.net

17 years ago I met for first time with the Alan Mathison Turing (1912-1954) figure. I was taking an AI course at the Faculty of Computer Science. Until that moment, I thought (as many people do) in Albert Einstein, Santiago Ramón y Cajal, Severo Ochoa, Marie Curie… as the privileged minds of the XX century. Then I discovered the top 1 of them: Alan Turing, the codebreaker who helped to Allies to win the II World War. Alan Turing, who helped to build the first computers as we know today. Alan Turing, who showed us the limits of computation. Father of the Artificial Intelligence.

Even all these great contributions to the human progress he was ostracized because his work for the Great Britain secret services and his sexual condition. The intolerance with the homosexuality in GB that time caused him great pains and it is said it pushed him to suicide (some investigators think he was murdered).

It’s clear Alan Turing changed our lives forever. I can’t imagine how the world would be if his life wasn’t so short.

World Poetry Day

I want to celebrate World Poetry Day 2011 with this poem by John Keats :-)

Ode to a Nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness, –
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;
And mid-May’s eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain –
To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: – Do I wake or sleep?

John Keats, 1819

Let’s launch it again

Yes, you guessed it. I’m trying to revive this blog again. The last months you only read sets of my microblog updates in Spanish. The 2010 year recently finished was a very intense year with too much changes in my life I’m still soaking up.

In the end of March I left CartoLab. After near two years it was a hard  decision, but I thought there was no choice. Too much conditions aimed to it. At least I still have good friends in the current CartoLab’s crew.

In April, some days after attending III DudesConf (first as Spanish official DebConf) my Grandmother passed away. She’s one of most important person in my life. It was a very hard blow, and we still are recovering from it. Moreover, I always think in her legacy as a woman ahead of her time. Her relationship with my Grandfather is an example of perfect marriage full of love and respect, too.

I lost all my energy. I temporarily left my studies and my activities as social volunteer at Portiño.

My personal rolling down stopped in June when Tania and me began a love story I hope it will be written about someday. It is epic, it is magic, it is romantic, it is the wonderful love you dream on when you are a child. She made me strong again, and we are living too many sweet experiences to remember.

So I began to rebuild my life. I’m running again the end of my Civil Engineering master. And I found a job in the Structural Mechanics Group in my School. I changed my profile from sysadmin to programmer, and I think I’m adapting to my new position well. Even when I never made object-oriented programming before. Now C++ and Qt are my swords.

2011 begins with new hopes and challenges. And, one of my targets is to get again discipline as (blog, technical, poetry) author. I’ll try to keep informed my friends about my life, and to write about interesting things to the strangers, again. Like the bridges I’m currently working on, let’s launch it!

Launched bridge

Sommeil

Hagamos un trato

Cuando sientas tu herida sangrar
cuando sientas tu voz sollozar
cuenta conmigo.

(de una canción de Carlos Puebla)

Compañera,
usted sabe
que puede contar conmigo,
no hasta dos ni hasta diez
sino contar conmigo.

Si algunas veces
advierte
que la miro a los ojos,
y una veta de amor
reconoce en los míos,
no alerte sus fusiles
ni piense que deliro;
a pesar de la veta,
o tal vez porque existe,
usted puede contar
conmigo.

Si otras veces
me encuentra
huraño sin motivo,
no piense que es flojera
igual puede contar conmigo.

Pero hagamos un trato:
yo quisiera contar con usted,
es tan lindo
saber que usted existe,
uno se siente vivo;
y cuando digo esto
quiero decir contar
aunque sea hasta dos,
aunque sea hasta cinco.

No ya para que acuda
presurosa en mi auxilio,
sino para saber
a ciencia cierta
que usted sabe que puede
contar conmigo.

Mario Benedetti, Poemas de otros, 1974

Reality bytes in 140 chars

As you can see, I update this blog slowly. It happens because I have no much time to write long posts about really interesting things in this period. But I usually need to share little thoughts  and moments, and fast news with my friends. So I opened a microblog (in Spanish) at identi.ca, the microblogging service that uses the laconi.ca free software as engine.

I seldom use the web interface to post. To do it, I use the identi.ca emacs mode, and Gwibber (that allows me automating links compression via TinyURL). And I use the identi.ca app for Facebook to inject these microposts as current status.

I don’t know how much time I’ll keep playing with it ;-)

Autumn leaves, winter dreams

I know this blog is a bit abandoned this months, but I am very, very busy.

I begin to write because I wanted to share interesting news for the people arround, and to let my friends know about me. I failed at both points, and I’m grateful for the interest of people that asked me for it.

(Sanchi, I know one poem in two months is not much, but it expressed perfectly my mind. Add to it some songs by The Cure.)

So I’ll try now to update it again.

I was not resting in peace

I have not too much time to update this blog. Really, I never had time to do it, but now I’m aware of this fact ;-) but I’m not going to give up now. Last months were very hard but results where positive: I passed more exams than ever, and, in two months I’ll begin to work in my final degree project as I’ll try to pass the last subjects.

There was another reason to be busy: I began to work in the Territorial Studies Lab. I’m updating the databases of the provincial GIS. We use GISEiel, a derivate of gvSIG (so it’s free software), against postresql databases. It’s not a very complex work but it’s very interesting to familiarize and reflect about how the territory was built.

Some of the following posts are about the lost events and thoughts in this ending summer.

Scandal?

I don’t understand why now the scandal about the massive illegal abortions in Barcelona (and in another cities in Spain). Some people were wondered because in the clinic denounced by a Danish tv used grinders connected to pipes to get rid of fetuses. It’s a simple standard industrial process. Like abortion in itself is the industrial process of undercovering the misery of our society. I think it’s more serious (and painful, of course) the procedure of destroying the head to kill the fetus.

I’m wondered in fact because every year the number of surgical abortions increase exponentially. About chemical abortions with pills, that’s a not controlled number. But I hear everyday stories about the day after rave-ups and how the bomb of hormones becomes a weekend habit for young women.

DE-information society? Ostrich behaviour.

No entiendo por qué ahora se monta el escándalo de los abortos ilegales masivos en Barcelona (y en otras ciudades de España). Alguna gente se ha sorprendido porque en la clínica denunciada por una televisón danesa usaban trituradores conectados a tuberías para deshacerse de los fetos. Es un sencillo proceso industrial. Como el aborto en sí mismo es el proceso industrial de esconder las miserias de nuestra sociedad. Yo creo que es más grave (y doloroso, desde luego) el procedimiento de destrozar la cabeza para matar al feto.

Yo estoy sorprendido, de hecho, de que cada año aumenta exponencialmente el número de abortos quirúrgicos. Sobre abortos químicos, con pastillas, es un número incontrolado. Pero oigo cada día historias sobre el día después de una juerga, y de como muchas jóvenes usan la píldora del día despues, que es una auténtica bomba de hormonas, com un hábito de fin de semana.

¿Sociedad de la DESinformación? Comportamiento de avestruz.

New cycle

I have been busy the last weeks with September tests. But I had to run the migration to a new hosting service because I finished the contract with the former, and I was looking for better service. My friend Tomás Amado recommended me Routhost, the specs of the smaller plan were better than the ones I had until now, it is cheaper, and I still can use ssh. I had some problems with the migration, but they were fastly solved with a little help of my friends and the efficient Routhost support team.

Well, I began this blog two years ago when I had important changes in my live, as it is happening now. So I decided to make little, aesthetic changes in it too.

I swapped the Kubrick theme (WordPress default theme) for the back in black theme by Fredreric de Villamil. I have been looking for themes in the WP directory. I liked it because it is sober (I think it has a bit of jazz style); the links, categories… blocks had their own web page and are accesed through a menu bar (it’s more confortable and accessible); and it’s GPL, so I can modify to adapt it without restrictions. But, in fact, I only added an ‘about’ link in the menu bar, and I changed the head photo. I wouldn’t like break the elegance of the theme.

It’s a coincidence, de Villamil is French like Baudelaire. And the most influential book I read this year is Les Fleurs du Mal. I feel absolutely identified in the second poem in the book, so I decided to rename the blog with the title “The flight of an albatross”. It expresses my feeling of to be a stranger in the society…

A bloggy day

Leave the train behind. Walk slowly on the old station street, laptop hangin’ the back. Half-shutted eyes, Prelude to a kiss sounding in the ears. It’s Friday, 9:00 a.m., where does the geek come from?

It was the end of an infernal intense month. Next hours you’ll see some posts about this one. Meanwhile, enjoy the rain in May ;-)

Christmas urban prayer

Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech You,
for that man that sleep in the street, to be the warmth of his heart stronger than winter cold,
for that prostitute that lives in the dangerous night, remember her nobody can steal her dignity,
for that forgotten ancient, to find a friendly soul that takes care of him,
for that lonely child, join his parents again to know what Christmas mean,
for that inmigrant of far country, to reach the frontier with guardians asleep,
for that abandoned pregnant woman, to find the most lovely place for her and her baby,
for us, the faith in your Justice and Love give us the force to hold their hands.

December 24th,2005

Crisis

Just my first post in my work-in-progress site.

Some years ago, my friend Alicia said me “crisis is in China synonym of chance. On my sorrow, I’m back to that years again.

I’m an old member of GPUL, the Coruña(Spain) GNU/Linux User’s Group. I spent a lot of time pushing the free software in university and enterprises. I don’t know if my work was important. I’m only know I’m sad and tired.¿Reasons? I’d rather talk no more about.

So, in my crisis, I want to left behind last three years. I must end my university studies of civil engeneering. I won’t live anymore in our neighbour’s Computer Science Faculty in the Campus of Elviña, it has been cause of dissapointment too. I will leave the domain and blog that I shared these years with friends of the CSF (thanks Bille for your teaching about web and hosting). And I begin my new life in my site: tsao.enelparaiso.org (tsao-in-the-paradise, like Brian de Palma’s “Phantom of the Paradise”).

Of course I will work in free software, but I’ll do in more interesting projects to me.

(Why a blog in English? It’ll help to my taiwanese family know usually about me. And it’ll help me to unoxidize my English speaking)
(Maybe I’ll write comments in Spanish sometimes, too)