One more red nightmare

Remove OpenFire mac osx

2012-01-28T12:21:00.000-04:30

Type into terminal.app the following:

sudo rm -rf /usr/local/openfire
sudo rm -rf /Library/PreferencePanes/Openfire.prefPane
sudo rm -rf /Library/LaunchDaemons/org.jivesoftware.openfire.plist

About Resource Consumption Accounting

2012-01-19T20:20:00.000-04:30

Mentioned in Evaluating and improving costing in organizations (FASAB) [1] In July 2009, Resource Consumption Accounting is recognized in the new International Federation of Accounting’s International Good Practice Guide: Evaluating and Improving Costing in Organizations, and in the companion piece to the IGPG, A Costing Levels Continuum Maturity Model, RCA was evaluated as the most sophisticated costing approach on the continuum.

I'm anxious to get more information about this... check out the RCA Institute webpage [2]
Here are some webcasts [3]

I tried to download the application "ROSA" from www.altavia.com with no luck, please if you know where to get it, let me know writing me a comment!.

GPK + ABC = RCA?

Identificar estado de órdenes SAP

2012-01-13T14:02:00.000-04:30

Consultar las tablas:

JEST:para verificar los indicadores de estado de la orden, el tilde del campo INACT significa que no está activo el indicador.

TJ02:para verificar la correspondencia de los estados.

time machine smb

2012-01-03T13:20:00.000-04:30

Para utilizar Time Machine sobre discos SMB:

defaults write com.apple.systempreferences TMShowUnsupportedNetworkVolumes 1

2011-12-20T20:46:00.001-04:30

Trabajando con BAPIs y Visual Basic

Ver [1] y [2] y [3]

Tip para BAPIs y Excel:
Asegurarse de iniciar la conexión y registrar los controles de activex para SAP BAPI.

En la carpeta de sapgui, ejecutar:

for %i in (*.dll) do regsvr32 %i
for %i in (*.ocx) do regsvr32 %i

La tiranía del control

2011-12-16T00:07:00.000-04:30

En el segundo capítulo de la serie televisiva "Libre para elegir" de Milton Friedman, se analizará los rígidos controles estatales y por qué estos terminan siendo perjudiciales. (En español)

Cont Roles

Recordar es vivir

2011-12-09T21:41:00.001-04:30

03.1950. 91 personas indocumentadas llegaron ayer a la Guaira en el “JovenPedro”. G.Villasana.

El número de pasajeros transportado por cada velero, es muy similar al número de pasajeros transportados por cada velero antes de 1949, solo destacan los veleros de "El Gota", con matrícula de Tenerife, con 315 pasajeros embarcados en Lanzarote en el 07-07-1949 y "El Joven Pedro", con matrícula en Las Palmas y con 286 pasajeros embarcados en La Palma el 07-04-1950 y el "El Delfina Noya", velero con matrícula de Tenerife, que salió de La Palma con 228 pasajeros el 20-05-1950 y que arribó al puerto de La Guaira el 27-06-1950. El capitán de "El Delfina Noya" fue nuestro tío Delio Ortega Morales.

– 17.05.1950. “Informe del barco Joven Pedro». Madrid. R-5671 exp. 5.

Edición de tablas SAP con &SAP_EDIT

2011-11-19T12:47:00.001-04:30

Advertencia: modificarás datos maestros de la tabla!!!

1) Ejecutar la transacción código 'SE16N':

2) Luego colocar &SAP_EDIT' en el campo de comandos y ejecutarlo:

3) Al ejecutarlo, se ha tildado la casilla Actualización de entradas:

4) Ejecutar la consulta requerida y añada, elimine o modifique los campos que requiera, guardando los cambios:

Extra:

Es posible entrar al modo debugging colocando /h en el campo de comandos.

Luego modificar las variables que necesites con:

gd-sapedit
gd-edit

Ejecutar (F8) para volver a la ejecución de la transacción.

Visto en http://forums.sdn.sap.com/thread.jspa?threadID=1649213

Read external excel file properties

2011-11-06T17:12:00.001-04:30

How to read date of creation for an Excel file:


Sub GetDateCreated()

    Dim oFS As Object
    Dim strFilename As String

    'Put your filename here
    strFilename = "c:\excel stuff\commandbar info.xls"


    'This creates an instance of the MS Scripting Runtime FileSystemObject class
    Set oFS = CreateObject("Scripting.FileSystemObject")

    MsgBox strFilename & " was created on " & oFS.GetFile(strFilename).DateCreated



    Set oFS = Nothing

End Sub

Source: http://www.mrexcel.com/forum/showpost.php?s=9e48797a103c182b51703abb9dab1ea6&p=353438&postcount=2

Varios de VBA/Excel

2011-11-03T21:33:00.000-04:30

Excel VBA: Function to get logged in user name (plus the Environ Function)

One commonly asked task is how can you get the name of the current user of an Excel spreadsheet into a cell in the spreadsheet. A lot of people quickly stumble across the UserName property in VBA and create a function similar to this:


Function UserNameOffice() As String
    UserNameOffice = Application.UserName
End Function

But as you know, that only returns the name of the user according to the registration information of Office. A lot of companies set that at something generic like “User”or “Registered Owner”. That's not what you really want though right? You really want the user's name based on their Windows login. How do you get that ?.... well it's a little complicated with an API call from VBA as shown here is below:


Private Declare Function GetUserName Lib "advapi32.dll" Alias "GetUserNameA"(ByVal lpBuffer As String, nSize As Long) As Long

Function UserNameWindows() As String
   
    Dim lngLen As Long
    Dim strBuffer As String
   
    Const dhcMaxUserName = 255
   
    strBuffer = Space(dhcMaxUserName)
    lngLen = dhcMaxUserName
    If CBool(GetUserName(strBuffer, lngLen)) Then
        UserNameWindows = Left$(strBuffer, lngLen - 1)
    Else
        UserNameWindows = ""
    End If
End Function

Then all you have to do in the cell of choice is enter the formula:


=UserNameWindows()

But as *Mike* reminded me in a comment on my original post (this is the updated version)....

There is the Environ Function in VBA that makes this a walk in the park without the API hassles:


Function UserNameWindows() As String
    UserName = Environ("USERNAME")
End Function

Environ arguments

ALLUSERSPROFILE

APPDATA

AVENGINE

CLIENTNAME

CommonProgramFiles

COMPUTERNAME

ComSpec

FP_NO_HOST_CHECK

HOMEDRIVE

HOMEPATH

INCLUDE

INOCULAN

LIB

LOGONSERVER

NUMBER_OF_PROCESSORS

Path

PATHEXT

PROCESSOR_ARCHITECTURE

PROCESSOR_IDENTIFIER

PROCESSOR_LEVEL

PROCESSOR_REVISION

ProgramFiles

SESSIONNAME

SystemDrive

SystemRoot

TEMP

TMP

USERDOMAIN

USERNAME

USERPROFILE

VS71COMNTOOLS

WecVersionForRosebud.FF0

windir

Source: http://blogs.officezealot.com/charles/archive/2004/12/10/3574.aspx 11-03-2011

Excel VBA: Function to retrieve answer to question MsgBox

'Try this...


Dim Answer as integer
Answer=Msgbox("Your prompt",vbyesno,"Your title")


'if Answer = 6
'then
'Answer = vbyes

'if Answer = 7
'then
'Answer = vbno

Last edited by sarun101; 11-09-2005 at 05:52 AM.

Source: http://forums.devx.com/showthread.php?t=147793 11-03-2011

Uninstall XCODE

2011-10-30T12:30:00.000-04:30

Run this:
sudo /Developer/Library/uninstall-devtools -mode=all

Then restart the system.

sleep mac via terminal.app

2011-10-29T00:03:00.002-04:30

the sleep function called from terminal.app:

osascript -e 'tell application "System Events" to sleep'

Get file size over http posix tools

2011-10-11T20:25:00.002-04:30

Using wget:

wget --spider $url 2>&1 | grep Length

Using curl:
curl -sI $url | grep Content-Length | cut -d ' ' -f 2

Source here

Key repeat OSX Lion

2011-10-08T11:31:00.000-04:30

Run terminal.app with defaults write -g ApplePressAndHoldEnabled -bool false and check the system preferences panel for keyboard.

SAP RFC_READ_TABLE

2011-09-20T21:17:00.000-04:30

Brevemente, describo como usar la funcion RFC_READ_TABLE prevista en SAP, accediendo mediante procedimientos VBA. Es necesario tener instalado SAP GUI, ya que en ese paquete se encuentran las bibliotecas y procedimientos necesarios para la implementación del código.

Para iniciar la conexion:



Dim objFileSystemObject As Object
Dim ctlLogon As Object
Dim ctlTableFactory As Object
Dim objWindowsScriptShell As Object
Dim objConnection As Object
Dim conn As Object

Set objFileSystemObject = CreateObject("Scripting.FileSystemObject")
Set ctlLogon = CreateObject("SAP.LogonControl.1")
Set funcControl = CreateObject("SAP.Functions")
Set ctlTableFactory = CreateObject("SAP.TableFactory.1")
Set objWindowsScriptShell = CreateObject("WScript.Shell")
Set objConnection = ctlLogon.NewConnection
'Set filOutput = objFileSystemObject.CreateTextFile(attachpath, True)

Set conn = funcControl.Connection

With objConnection
.ApplicationServer = "127.0.0.1"
.System = "PR"
.SystemNumber = "01"
.User = ""
.Password = ""
.client = "007"
.language = "E"
'conn.systemid = ""
.tracelevel = 0
.usesaplogonini = False
End With

objConnection.RFCWithDialog = True


If objConnection.Logon(0, False) <> True Then
MsgBox "Conexion Exitosa!"
Set getSapConnection = Nothing
Exit Function
End If

Set getSapConnection = objConnection
End Function

Luego exportamos las variables:


Set RFC_READ_TABLE = funcControl.Add("RFC_READ_TABLE")
Set strExport1 = RFC_READ_TABLE.Exports("QUERY_TABLE")
Set strExport2 = RFC_READ_TABLE.Exports("DELIMITER")
Set tblOptions = RFC_READ_TABLE.Tables("OPTIONS")
Set tblData = RFC_READ_TABLE.Tables("DATA")
Set tblFields = RFC_READ_TABLE.Tables("FIELDS")


strExport1.Value = "EBAN"
StrExport2.Value = ","

Transferencia/Reverso de documentos CO/PCA

2011-09-20T21:14:00.002-04:30

Cuando se postea un documento en FI, y/o:

* La clase de costo no estaba creada
* El centro de costo/orden/grafo no estaba asignado en el documento.

Es posible postear en CO el documento correspondiente a través de la tcode OKBA.
Primero, debe asignarse un centro de costo por defecto para la clase de costo a la cual se está atando el documento en CO, y luego repostear usando la transacción. Después lo que quedaría es hacer un traspaso para apuntar el costo donde corresponda.

Cuando se postea un documento en CO, y se quiere eliminar de la contabilidad de costos, pero retener el documento de finanzas se puede utilizar el report RKACOR20.

Cuando se requiere postear un documento de finanzas en PCA, utilizar la tcode 1KE8.

ADVERTENCIA: el report para eliminar los documentos en CO, parece que no es el único paso para compensar los documentos que se eliminan. Verificar la dependencia con el resto de las tablas involucradas en CO.

CouchDB y NodeJS

2011-09-20T21:06:00.000-04:30

CouchDB http://couchdb.apache.org || http://www.ibm.com/developerworks/opensource/tutorials/os-couchapp/index.html

NodeJS http://nodejs.org

Extend

2011-07-05T19:55:00.001-04:30

I have a several trick to manipulate expired date on IDES..

First Trick :
1. When you install IDES you can move forward your Windows datetime into the future date. eg : 01.01.2020 (22 years foward)
2. After you finished installation, then start SAP MMC for the first time in the future date.
3. Doing any kind of activities using SAP GUI, still in the future date
4. Stop SAP MMC
5. Restart your machine
6. Change your date to the correct date
7. Start SAP MMC again
8. Now, you have IDES for 22 years

Anyway, in your case this trick is more inexact.

Second Trick :
1. Move backward your computer date to installation date before start SAP MMC
2. In some case, this trick only work if you haven't start your SAP MMC after license is expired.

If the first and second trick doesn't work, then you can try an illegal trick.

Third Trick.
1. Download "ZAPGUI" (Sap R3 License Keys Generator), you can download from p2p network. eg : eMule
2. open SAP GUI
3. Enter login using sap* or other super user
4. Open t-Code "SLICENSE"
5. Click "Install" button
6. Run ZAPGUI
7. Fill some field in ZAPGUI according to Installation information in SLICENSE
>> Customer Key = fill it with Hardware Key
>> Installation Number = Ints. Number
>> SID = SAP System
>> YYYYMMDD = 99991231
8. Click "Install" button in ZAPGUI
9. Copy license key on the Result Field
10. Paste into "Key" field on SLICENSE
11. Press enter to install new Crack License
12. Stop SAP MMC
13. Restart your Machine
14. Start SAP MMC
Now, you have 2 license, after the trial license is expired then automatically then second license will be active.

Notes:I don't responsible for the illegal action that was carried out by you during the third trick.

I have suggestion, that you should create a Portable IDES so you could use the first and second trick.
You can read and learn an article about creating Portable IDES from http://sap.isgreat.org/

Configuring IDES Install W2K8

2011-07-05T17:58:00.007-04:30

- Start OracleTNSlistener
- Start SAP Instance

How to create a new client? =>

You Need to do something like this .

Logon to the system
start Transaction SM31
Enter 'T000' as the table name
create a new entry with your preferred client number
logg off the system
Start a new gui logging on to the new client with user
'SAP*' and password 'pass'
Start transaction 'SCCL'
Use client 000 as source and your new client as target
give it the 'go'
wait some time :-)

You can also do all these steps through the menu:

Tools
Administration
Administration
Client Administration
Client Copy
Local Copy

Hope this helps...
Abhinab Mishra

<=Post installation tasks =>

Post Installation Task after successful R/3 46c

Generally you need to :-

1. import profiles (default, instance, start) into SAP R3
1.1 add/modify instance parameters such as
rdisp/max_wp_run, abap/timeout,
zcsa/system_languages, and so on...

2. update the R3trans and tp tools with the last ones available on sapnet

3. configure TMS (systems,layer and routes).
You can do it with virtual systems if you have only one SAP system

4. update SPAM/SAINT

5. check via Tcde db02 (with refresh option) the available space for TS other
than SYSTEM TS.( for the others %used must be less than 90)
5.1 check to see critical objects (table/index)
5.2 extend (via sapdba tools -> option TS administration) all TS which
shown critical objectsfor example:
PSAPPOOLD + 200M
PSAPPOOLI + 100M ...
You can get necessary via Note 195446 (for language import) and Note 118823 (for client copy)
5.3 refresh again in db02 and check the %used space

6. import language other than the default (DE & EN) if necessary

7. Client copy

8. configure printer (SPAD)

9. create user

10. change system user password such as SAP* , DDIC, and so on ...

Error you might encounter at the end of client copy :-

"there is a window "change and transport system not configured" Status is cancelled.

To rectify the errors :-

You need to configure CTS via tcde STMS for your SAP system.

If it's your only sap system, then:
- configure it as domain controller: run Tcde STMS and accept the default proposed domain
controller which is your system
- define one or two virtual system (Menu overview-->system then Menu
SAP system-->create-->virtual system)
- Menu Environment --> transport routes then press F5 and Menu Edit
Transport layer to create a "Z" layer for example "ZDEV"
Create a transport route between your real sap system and the virtual system
by using the two layers: "Z" layer and "SAP" standard layer
- save and distribute the TMS configuration

That is the main action you have to do to setup CTS.

<=Tareas ejecutadas =>

Luego de culminar la instalacion, hay que resetear la clave del usuario DDIC via usuario SAP*...
Habilitar el transporte via STMS

Move and change pagefile.sys windows 2008 server

2011-07-05T17:58:00.005-04:30

Advanced System Settings, on the Advanced tab click the Performance/Settings button.

Advanced System Settings can be reached by right clicking My Computer and choosing Properties or from Server Manager by clicking the Change System properties link.

=>
Step 2. DedicatedDumpFile example of :\ fails if not .sys DedicatedDumpFile must be a .SYS file | Edit | Show History

updated text below

Step 2: Configure the destination path for a memory dump

Windows Server 2008 does not require the page file to exist on the partition that the operating system is installed on. To put the page file on another partition, you must create a new registry entry named DedicatedDumpFile. You can define the size of the paging file by using the DumpFileSize registry entry. To create the DedicatedDumpFile and DumpFileSize registry entries, follow these steps:

At the command prompt, run the Regedit command. This opens the Registry Editor.

Locate and then click the following registry subkey: HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SYSTEM\CurrentControlSet\Control\CrashControl

On the Edit menu, point to New, and then click String Value.

Name the new value DedicatedDumpFile, and then press ENTER.

Right-click DedicatedDumpFile, and then click Modify.

In the Value data text box, type :\, and then click OK.

Note Replace with a drive that has enough disk space for the paging file, and replace with the full path to the dedicated filename that ends with .sys.

comment by AustinM@Microsoft.com
<=then =>

"wmic pagefileset where name="h:\\pagefile.sys" set InitialSize=1000,MaximumSize=10000"

<=

PC & Strictly Kev - Blech

2011-06-21T20:08:00.000-04:30

Tracklist:

01 Link - Amazon amenity (Chameleon remix)
02 Autechre - Second peng
03 Seefeel - Tied
04 Nightmares on Wax - Back in time
05 AFX - Children talking
06 B12 - Soundtrack of space
07 Plaid - Yamemm
08 Richard H. Kirk - World war three
09 Autechre - Second bad vilbel
10 B12 - Scriptures
11 Link & E621 - Antacid (Jedi Knights remix)
12 DJ Mink - Hey! Hey! Can U relate (Hard rap)
13 Sweet Exorcist - Clonk (Freebass)
14 Close up over(Black Dog Productions) - Caz
15 Nightmares on Wax - Sal batardes
16 Seefeel - Spangle
17 LFO - Tied up (Acid mix)
18 LFO - Tied up (Spiritualized Electric Mainline remix)
19 Aphex Twin - Ventolin (Deep Gong mix)
20 Polygon Window - Bike pump meets bucket
21 Autechre - Basscadet (Tazmx)

http://rapidshare.com/files/304270324/BOEth168PCSK-B.zip

Blech II A.K.A (1996)

Blech 20.1 & Blech 20.2

New Blech collection - classic tracks from Warp's 20 year history, mixed together by Strictly Kev aka DJ Food with a nod to the Blech mixes he did with PC in the 90's. Certain sections mirror the set played at Warp's 20th anniversary gig in London, 2009

http://soundcloud.com/strictly/blech-20-1
http://soundcloud.com/strictly/blech-20-1

Set private git repository on Mac OSX

2011-06-11T16:10:00.002-04:30

Set up the server

These instructions were performed on a Mac OSX 10.6 “Snow Leopard” box... substitute the package installation commands as required if you’re on an alternative Unix/Linux distribution.

First, if you haven’t done so already, add your public key to the server:

ssh myuser@server.com mkdir .ssh

scp ~/.ssh/id_rsa.pub myuser@server.com:.ssh/authorized_keys

Now we can SSH into our server and install Git:

ssh myserver.com

sudo port selfupdate

sudo port install git-core

Add your repositories

If using the Git user, log in as them:

login git

Now we can create our repositories:

mkdir myrepo.git

cd !$

git --bare init

The last steps creates an empty repository. We’re assuming you already have a local repository that you just want to push to a remote server.

Repeat that last step for each remote Git repository you want.

Log out of the server as the remaining operations will be completed on your local machine.

Configure your development machine

First, we add the remotes to your local machine. If you’ve already defined a remote named origin (for example, if you followed GitHub’s instructions), you’ll want to delete the remote first:

git remote rm origin

Now we can add our new remote:

git remote add origin git@server.com:myrepo.git

git push origin master

And that’s it. You’ll probably also want to make sure you add a default merge and remote:

git config branch.master.remote origin && git config branch.master.merge refs/heads/master

And that’s all. Now you can push/pull from origin as much as you like, and it’ll be stored remotely on your own myserver.com remote repository.

Because I'm fond to work with graphical user interfaces instead of terminals, I grabbed a copy of SmartGit which is an useful git client... free for non-commercial use!.

Alternativetely you can check out the git-osx-installer.

cada vez que necesite setear un nuevo repositorio:

Odisea:~ haa$ git remote add origin haa@localhost:/Volumes/16923953/Proyecto\ HC-Resultados/Version\ 2.0/.git/

luego para remover el origin:

git remove origin

SAP IDES 32-bit OS

2011-05-05T21:09:00.000-04:30

Have problem installing IDES ?
If you are having problem installing an IDES system then probably you are installing an IDES system on 32- bit windows OS . The standard procedure to install SAP ECC 6.0 now supports only 64 bit environments (hardware and operating-system). But dont be shocked, read this to know how to install IDES on 32-bit systems.
I recently had to set up two IDES systems on Windows 32-bit, ECC and CRM, both IS Media version. If your environment offers 'only' 32 bit support, you have to set up your IDES system not as a normal installation but as a system copy.

The Media was shipped by SAP. The DVD media is no different then standard installation set we use for Netweaver Installation. The only differences is the IDES specific Installation Master DVD and DB-Export-DVDs. Other components such as kernal and DB RDBMS/client can be used as per standard installation of your IDES version.

The step mention below are those that are different from standard Installation method. for Basis guys who are already conversant with standard installation methods. If you are new to SAP Installations, then you might want to refer Installation guide and follow the system copy methods of installation.

Lets Start with our Installation preparation.
Step 1 - Download installation master
For me the installation master provided with the IDES DVD set did not work. If that’s the same case with you, download the standard 32- bit Netweaver Master that supports your IDES version.
Now you have to modify your DB-Export-DVDs so as to make “DB Export” for system-copy option.

Step 2 - Preparing DB-Export
Copy all the DB-Export DVDs to disc. They have the structure
- DVD1\EXP1
- DVD2\EXP2
- DVD3\EXP3
- DVD4\EXP4 to EXP11
Now move all files from DVD2/EXP2/DATA to DVD1/EXP1/DATA
Now move all files from DVD3/EXP3/DATA to DVD1/EXP1/DATA
Now move all files from DVD4/EXP4/DATA to DVD1/EXP1/DATA
Now modify file DVD1/EXP1/LABEL.ASC
Change the text line in the file with an editor
to
SAP:MIG:*:EXPORT(1/:*:*

Step 3 - Starting Installation
Now start sapinst from the Master-DVD with the option:
SAP ERP 6.0 -> Software Life-Cycle Options -> System Copy -> -> Target System Installation -> Central System -> Based on AS ABAP
Central System
and Next
This option allows still an installation on 32 bit hardware and/or 32 bit
operating systems.

Step 4 - Selecting Installation Method
When SAPinst asks for the 'Installation Method' choose
'Standard System Copy / Migration (load based)'

Step 5 - Select the DB-Export we have prepaid
When SAPinst asks for the 'Migration Export' choose
the path to ../DVD1/EXP1'
The next steps are the same as for the 'normal' installation and described.

Though I had to take help from SAP Support to get though, I have used this method to install both IDES ECC 6 and CRM 7. I am sure after understanding the probelm, you can install any latest IDES on 32-systems using this method.

Reference:
SAP Note 1379040 - IDES ERP 6.0 ECC 6.0 incl. EHP4
Hussain Sehorewala Basis / Netweaver Technology Consultant in IBM

split de archivos

2011-04-28T20:53:00.004-04:30

En el caso de Mac OSX, cuando tenemos archivos mayores a 4gb y necesitamos copiarlos o moverlos a otros directorios tendremos que utilizar la funcion `split`de la linea de comandos:

split -a 1 -b 2047m Mi.iso

Los argumentos indican que: debe partirse el archivo en tantos pedazos como bloques de 2047 megas a la vez. El comando split emplea el sufijo `x` para cada bloque creado.

Para unir las partes simplemente empleamos cat:

cat x* > Mi.iso

Si el procedimiento descrito anteriormente no funciona, intente lo siguiente para hacer el split:

tar czf - www|split -b 1073741824 - www-backup.tar.

Luego, para fusionar:

cat www-backup.tar.*|gunzip -c |tar xvf -

Solucion provista en Stackoverflow

Si usted es acucioso, y desea comprobar que el split no ha alterado la estructura de sus archivos, calcule la suma de MD5 ex - post.

perl script toalla

2011-04-26T20:03:00.000-04:30

Me ha costado, pero a la final he completado un script para vejar a usuarios del IRC.
Gracias Twoism.




#!/usr/bin/perl
# Toalla_reloaded: seras sodomizado
# Autor: Dalboz
sub SODOMIZAR {
    @toalla = ('estamos rekogiendo firmas para ke te apliken la eutanasia por ke no vales ni pa tomar por culo', 'estas enfermo', 'hoy mi kolega ario y yo hemos pillado a un gitano y le hemos metido 50 kilos de cobre por el culo', "a ver si kedamos y te koso a pu\303\203\302\261aladas", 'abandona el canal o te meto akick inutil', "ahora vienen tus kuidadores y te kambian el pa\303\261al, relaja las nalgas", 'aNdReYta y tu sois kolegas de kojones.', 'apestas a estiercol, por favor abandona el canal', 'calla chatarra con ruedas', 'callate borracha', 'cuando empezaste a notar ke eras vejado sin compasion?', 'cuantas jeringuillas con sida te ha clavado hoy tu hijo yonki?', 'das lastima y asko', 'de un guantazo te rompo el kuello', 'deja de hacer apologia del nazismo o te largas', 'despues te tiraran a una escombrera', 'en el articulo 43 de la constitucion pone ke todo fornido ario mazado tiene derecho a un negro para ke kumpla sus ordenes, eres mi esklavo', "ense\303\261anos las tetas guarra", 'entras kon miedo al irc, sabes ke estoy yo y te kagas encima', 'eres un estorbo para la sociedad', 'esta tarde te voy a llevar a nuestro lokal ario para ke konozkas a mi banda aria: moko de pavo', 'estas aki para ke los seres superiores como yo te vejen te humillen y te apaleen', 'estas cachondisima', 'estas hecho polvo', "ha sido entrar tu y todo el canal empezar a vejarte enana co\303\261ona", 'has tenido ke ponerle un filtro a tu monitor para ke cuando chateas no explote de lo feo ke eres', 'he perdido vision en el ojo del kulo', 'he quedado ahora con tu marido y tus hijos para sodomizarlos', 'hijo de puta, estas muertisimo', 'hoy en tu centro de diskapacitados te van a meter un bate de beisbol por el kulo y te van a poner una kruz al hombro para ke pasees mientras te dan latigazos', 'hoy me han dicho ke te van a pegar una paliza de muerte', 'hoy tengo comida familiar, ke piensas, debo ir desnudo con el pollon ario de 30 cm kolgando?', 'kuando termine de follarte el culete te voy a pisar la kabeza kon mis marteens hasta dejarte inkonsciente kari', 'le estoy chupando el culete a silvia mientras cristina me hace una mamada y le hago un dedo a marta', 'lo ke mas te gusta es ke te metan una polla por el culo otra por la boka y agarrar 2 mas con las manos', 'me he enterado de que eres campeona mundial de meterte bates de beisbol por el culo, tu record esta en 15', 'me voy a comprar un yate', 'metete tu consolador de nacho vidal por el culo y vete', 'metete un taladro por la sien tarada', 'mi kolega ario y yo te vamos a hundir el kraneo a kabezazos', 'mi kolega ario y yo vamos a ir a romperte la kabeza', 'mis kolegas arios te meteremos en un sako y te reventaremos kon bates de beisbol, despues te prenderemos fuego', 'moriras chatting with your nacho vidal dildo up your ass', 'no puedes permanecer aqui mas tiempo', 'no sabes ni lo ke dices', 'por ke apestas a estierkol?', 'que cara de gilipollas se te ha quedado de las hostias que te estoy metiendo', 'que tal va tu alopecia cronica?', 'quieres que te mee en la boca, asi te calientas que hace frio?', 'relaja las nalgas que te voy a montar', 'sabeis lo ke eres? un gay sin gps... un maricon perdido', 'te acuerdas el dia, que fui a hacer botellon al cementerio con tus muertos ?', 'te dara por culo un hipopotamo hasta que mueras', 'te estoy haciendo mierda a hostias', 'te has kagado encima y estas pidiendo auxilio por la ventana', 'te kiero en 5 minutos en mi lokal ario, hemos acoplado un consolador a una motosierra y te lo vamos a meter por el culo', 'te planto una hostia aria ke te hundo la kara', 'te presento a FaRY, es la tarada del canal, se pasa el dia repitiendo mis frases como una mongolica', 'te tengo lokalizado por satelite, saluda a la camara y cortate el cuello', 'te vamos a reventar', "te van a aplicar la eutanasia ma\303\261ana", 'te voy a hundir la kara a hostias', "te voy a meter un pu\303\203\302\261etazo en toda la boka ke te voy a saltar los dientes hamigo", 'tengo orgia con 3 morenazas, le estoy comiendo las tetazas a aNdReYta mientras enkulo a kika y le meto un dedo a aloevera en el ojo ciego (que no es el del culo)', 'tengo tu nombre tatuado en mi polla.', 'tengo un pollon ario de 30cm', 'tengo un terreno y quiero que trabajes de espantapajaros para mi, te dare pan y agua', 'tenian quee meterte una bala en la cabeza alopecica que tienes y tirarte a un container', 'tienes el culo reventado de meterte botellas de coca cola de 2 litros por el culo', 'todo el mundo se da cuenta de tu mongolismo profundo', 'tu marido es un puto y tu hijo mongolico', 'tu y yo somos kolegas de kojones.', 'tUs qierE bE qomO tarruinO la bidA NparE ?', "vale co\303\261o sois dos contra mi :-/", 'veo ke vienes a ke te vejemos', 'veo ke vienes a ser vejada sin compasion', 'voy a cagar un mojon gigante para que te lo comas gitana saco de huesos', 'yo me estoy forrando porque cazo lagartijas, tu te estas hundiendo en la miseria', 'Ya nos hemos kagado en tu culo.', 'ya es la hora, tus kuidadores estan empalmados esperando a romperte el culo', "vengo de follarme a tu puta madre y ahora me voy a darle por culo a la puta de tu t\303\203\302\255a", 'tu te crees que se puede ir asi por la vida, con un condiloma en la garganta?', 'tu madre es tan gorda que su ultimo pedo se midio en la escala de Richter', 'tu eres un tarado muerto de hambre', 'tienes ke estar hospitalizado', 'testampo', 'te voy a hundir la kara a hostias basura humana', 'te estoy kagando en el pecho.', 'te doy otro guantazo mas y te dejo en coma profundo', 'te amo', 'se te vio anoche vendiendo cds pirata en el top manta junto a Michael', 'Se ke eres una mierda humana de tu culo.', 'que te pasa en la boca', 'ponte con el culo en pompa ke te lo voy a reventar', 'payaso', 'estas teniendo un brote psikotiko', 'estas desnuda con el culete en pompa chupando mi nick en tu pantalla', 'esta en coma cerebral, no para de repetir las mismas frases una y otra vez', 'eres vejado aki kada dia', 'eres un ToallA_', 'dame tu direccion si tienes huevos', 'ahora rekoje tus dientes y vete a dormir', 'ya nos hemos kagado en tu jdta fcmilia, ya tuedes irtq', 'uiezes ke sometertb a mi', 'tu lo ve vas a hacem es trederte wueto y tirarte por la vettana', 'tomate la medzcacion r yete a dormir', 'tl hlanto una hostia ke re nundo la card', "tienes kna elfermedad dekeneraliva, kada dia tiezes ro pene mas peke\303\261o", 'tendo mx iollon metido en tu yulo, ksero kg muevas el cglete en sirculos', 'te voy w desmhntar de una vospia', 'te pladto uca hostil ke te tundo la cara', 'te axulrdas ese dia ke qstabas tan borracho kv mb diqiste ke te kagase en la bgkc?', 'te akuirdas de ese dia ke te xozaste uo tripl y si koluga ario y yk tj foylamos el culo hasta hacyrte pvrder el xonocimientr?', 'te akuerdas de ese dia ke te haviaf tqmado un bbopi y te kryias ke yo era dxos?', 'si te pillo pmr la kamle te uefpento esa karg de mono ke tienes', 'se vm x proieder a romperte las pierncs', 'por te apestaz v estierkol?', 'pinte vis kalzonzillos en la kabeza y pegwte unas esndfadsc de espanwo', 'mstan tus zuidarorew desnudos emealwmdos esperando a romperje el culo', 'hw paso al final ceando te violaron 5 negfos con sida y te hicieron 8 decgartii anfles, wxs denenciaste?', 'gamigbzo ktdemos hoy pawa ke te de unas nostias?', 'eslas postrado en yna cava de hospital', 'eres un puto frakastdo de lm vida', 'eres um eonton dn mierda', 'eres fn montrn de mieida', 'ehtas enfrroo de la kabeza', 'eatamos reqmxixndg firmad parf ke ye ingresen en un psrkiatriko, en el psikiatriko eq podras chatear y be daran palizag y pmr cdlo todos los dias', 'eaes fev tonto virgen marikon x tienes spda', "dige m tu puta madre ke te kambie loc pa\303\261ales", 'deja ge hacer el ridikulo gn el ira y torate al iren', 'cuantas veces al dia te metes te consolador do nachr vidal por el celoh');
    $toalla = @toalla;
    $victima_n = int rand $toalla;
    print join(' ', $victima, $toalla[$victima_n], "\n");
}
$victima = $ARGV[0];
if ($ARGV[0] eq '') {
    $victima = 'idiota';
}
$veces = $ARGV[1];
if ($ARGV[1] eq '') {
    $veces = 1;
}
for ($i = 0; $i < $veces; ++$i) {    SODOMIZAR ;}

update_prebindings snow leopard mac osx

2010-09-18T20:58:00.000-04:30

Al tratar de ejecutar Pacifist, el programa lanzaba un error diciendo que no se encontraban varios comandos, entre ellos el 'update_prebindings'.

No tengo el detalle de los cambios que implementó Apple en cuanto al comando específico, pero solucioné el problema de Pacifist haciendo un link simbólico al comando 'update_dyld_shared_cache'.

Ejecutar en terminal.app lo siguiente:

$ sudo ln -s /usr/bin/update_dyld_shared_cache /usr/bin/update_prebinding

Configurar ambiente de red para PC WXP con MAC OSX

2010-09-18T12:38:00.002-04:30

Tutorial: How to add a PC to an AirPort Express Mac established Network
June 4, 2007
Piper Karie sent us this tutorial for Windows XP [Vista is similar, see this note below]:
I added my Sony tower with Windows XP Pro SP2 to my Mac network, which is running on an AirPort Express that is connected to a broadband cable modem.
It took a while and I wrote down my final, victorious solution, which you can read below. I have also posted this info on the Apple Forum at apple.com as well.
I use an AirPort Express with two Macs, an iBook G4 and an Intel iMac w/OS X 10.4.9, and a printer. My Sony tower is a few years old, but is fully upgraded, with a third-party wireless USB adapter that I bought at CompUSA two or three years ago on sale. It works great.
To configure the PC for the network:

Boot up the PC and then right-click the wireless (adapter in my case) software on the menu bar.
Select Refresh or Find Available Networks then select the SSID you want to join.
Once the "Current Network Info" appears, click "More Settings."
Under "More Settings" in the wireless LAN configuration window:
-- for TX Rate choose "Auto"
-- for SSID choose "(your preferred network)"
-- for Network Type choose "Infrastructure"
-- for Encryption choose "WEP"
-- for Authentication Mode choose "Shared Key"
Then click the "Apply" button
Click "WEP encryption key setting"
Enter "WEP" password, which is a 128 Hex Key in the WEP Encryption key setting on just one line. There may be half a dozen lines, but only one has to have the passkey, which is described in the section below.
After you get the Password/Hexkey from the Mac (see below) and have it entered on the PC, then UNCHECK the box "The key is provided via 802.1x authentication".
Then click Apply.

My Sony was then online. I rebooted and rechecked my settings to make certain that I had remembered to hit Apply to each of the setting windows that I had entered info in. I had forgotten one, but after the recheck and making certain I had hit 'apply' before closing tabs I was permanently on line.

Remover PGP para Mac

2010-08-31T14:13:00.000-04:30

Ejecutar lo siguiente:

sudo /Applications/PGP.app/Contents/Resources/uninstall_pgp.pl --uid 'id -u'
sudo killall PGP
sudo killall PGP\ Engine
sudo killall pgp-agent
sudo killall PGPdiskEngine
sudo rm -rf /Library/Receipts/PGP\ Desktop.pkg/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Application\ Support/PGP/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Contextual\ Menu\ Items/PGPcontext.plugin/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Extensions/PGPdiskDriver.kext/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Extensions/PGPnke.kext/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Frameworks/PGP.framework/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Frameworks/PGPclient.framework/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Frameworks/PGPproxy.framework/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Frameworks/PGPui.framework/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Frameworks/PGPwde.framework/
sudo rm -rf /Library/Mail/Bundles/PGP*
sudo rm -rf /Library/Receipts/PGP.pkg/
sudo rm -rf /Applications/PGP.app/
sudo rm -rf /Applications/PGP\ Shredder.app/
exit

Mapa Libertyexpress en Montecristo, Caracas

2010-05-08T16:17:00.000-04:30

Subir derecho por la principal de los Ruices, o meterse por debajo del elevado de la Rómulo Gallegos recto hasta encontrar una panadería en la esquina, doblar en esa esquina a la derecha ubicar Edificio con el cartel de Libertyexpress.

Excel reader

2010-04-09T22:46:00.001-04:30

excel_reader:

Tomado del blog de phenobarbital

Una clase que permite leer archivos de excel (de los viejos, no de los OOXML, esa viene en camino) de una manera fácil y orientada a objetos; tiene un tiempo conmigo y hasta un artículo en este blog; pero había perdido acceso a mi viejo repositorio, así que le hice uno público.

la librería tiene licencia GPL v.2

Ejemplo de código:



$orden = new excel_reader('listado_sincedula.xls');
#de que columna sacamos los titulos de las columnas
$orden->setColumnName(1);
#definimos el encoding
$orden->setOutputEncoding('CP1251');

#ejecutamos la lectura del archivo excel:
$orden->read();

foreach($orden as $sheets) {
echo "Hoja < 
";
$columnas = $orden->columns();
$filas = $orden->numRows();
for ($i = 2; $i <= $filas; $i++) {  echo "Fila < 
";
$fila = $orden->rows($i);
foreach($fila as $k=>$v) {
print_r(nl2br("celda: {$k}= {$v}\n"));
}
}
#forma alternativa
foreach($orden->rows() as $fila) {
foreach($fila as $k=>$v) {
print_r(nl2br("celda: {$k}= {$v}\n"));
}
}
}

svn checkout http://php5toolkits.googlecode.com/svn/tools/excel_reader/ excel_reader

Dubselector

2010-04-01T18:46:00.001-04:30

ZORK GRAND INQUISITOR BACKSTORY

2010-03-20T17:52:00.003-04:30

ZORK GRAND INQUISITOR BACKSTORY

…OR, HOW THE MAGIC WARS CAME TO BE: THE DEEP BACKSTORY OF ZORK GRAND INQUISITOR IN WHICH CERTAIN THINGS ARE REASONABLY EXPLAINED AND A GREAT MANY OTHERS ARE QUITE UNREASONABLY NOT.

WITH REGARD TO LUCKLESS ADVENTURERS

This is the tale of how Magic was banished from the Empire, and how a luckless adventurer, looking for nothing but a few zorkmids and a bit of treasure, stumbled across a seemingly useless brass lamp, and into a bit more than (s)he had bargained for- the Magic Underground.

LONG, LONG AGO- THE LAST GOLDEN AGE OF MAGIC

What is magic? Is it a business? Is it a philosophy? A religion? A source of power or equilibrium? Is it to be disturbed or balanced? These are precisely the sort of naïve questions that two novice first-years debated at GUE Tech, Zork’s famed Magic University. The good-natured, chubby Dalboz of Gurth, and the sharp-eyed, sharp-tongued Mir Yannick, were unlikely roommates. Dalboz, who was by all accounts the talent of the two, found himself drawn to the University for a variety of inexplicable reasons, and one quite explicable one: He scored so high on the entrance exam, he not only had The Gift, but in fact qualified as Highly Gifted, and could attend free of charge on a Vice Regent’s Scholarship. The Trustees were dumbfounded; how could the son of a simple Miner from Gurth possess such Natural Magic? The Miner himself was dismissive of the whole affair, and warned his son of involving himself in the useless chicanery of enchantment. The Miner himself was, as you say, disenchanted.

THE ODDEST OF ODD DUCKS

Truthfully, Dalboz was an odd duck, if pleasant; there was an indisputable muchness to his character, an overflowing of his person and nature and, indeed, everything he came in contact with seemed to spring to life. He heard a great clamour of voices where there was none. He was always hungry, and had never, to his knowledge, felt what it was like to be full. And if he were to simply drop a seed in a garden, a full plant would spring up and bear fruit within a matter of seconds. If you looked closely enough, the story goes, you could see grass spring up in his footsteps as he walked down the street. He was a Natural Mage, of a very simple-if crude-nature. (But what is the power of nature, if not simple and crude?) Had he been born in another time, he would have been as great as Megaboz, though a good deal less agitated.

MERELY ANOTHER YANNICK

Mir Yannick did not have The Gift, but he and Dalboz grew to be friends, all the same. It is commonly held that those who cannot practice Magic cannot understand the practice of Magic, either; whether or not this is so, it is true that Mir seemed a bit literal in his interpretation of the Higher Lessonry of Thaumaturgy-a bit forced of Hand in Basic Enchanting- and certainly, his sneering, bottom line orientation towards the whole Business of Magic did not win him any favors with the faculty.

But… if you take into consideration that Mir’s father, a yeoman farmer who bred platypus for pie, was paying 500zm a term so his son could learn the proper spell set to make his grain grow golden and tall (the “THROCK” spell, causing plants to grow) and his platypi grow fat and furry (a variant of the “CONBAK” spell, causing bodies to grow in twelve different ways) so that at the end of the year the “profits” ledger might for once equal the “costs”- you, too, might come to evaluate Magic in terms of it’s affordability, profitability and fiduciary viability. Mir himself was named when his expectant mother told his father, Yannick the Elder, that she had a surprise for him, and he would have to guess what it was. He guessed a sack of gold, a sack of wheat, and finally even a good, sturdy sack. So when his wife answered him, “Nay, merely another Yannick,” Mir Yannick found the unfortunate name stuck. One can imagine Mir’s own expectations of his life were somewhat as low.

A DECIDING VOTE

And in truth, although many enchanters in the GUE have no natural inclination toward the subject, and would have just as soon be barristers or barkeepers-were there openings available at the more popular guilds-there are some who are altogether immagical. Try as he may, at the end of his first year exams, Mir could no more make a field grow than he could make a platypus fatten. In fact, everything he touched seemed to wither and die. His grades continued to falter, and the same week Dalboz made the Mage’s List, Mir was put on probation. When the Trustees were called to approve Dalboz’s qualifications for the appointment of Mage, they stayed after to vote on Mir’s expulsion. Mir made it by one vote-and if Dalboz were not so good at the “ZEMDOR” Spell (turn original into triplicate), he would have been out by two.

THE DAM FIGHT

Mir never realized what Dalboz had conjured up on his behalf, to cheat the vote and keep him enrolled at GUE Tech. Instead-and you may think this somewhat ironic, unless you too have an overachieving friend- he recruited a group of popular upperclassmen Conjurers (bullies, really) to confront Dalboz, and have some fun at his expense. When they tried to stop him on his way to class, Dalboz fled to the Underground Subway. Mir and his bullies chased him from car to car as he tried in vain to get away. When Dalboz saw the train stop at the famed Flood Control Dam #3, he leapt off the train and headed for the top of the Dam.

Perhaps he thought that tossing a few “VAXUM” spells (make a hostile creature your friend) behind him would end the matter. Perhaps the slightly flabby freshman was too out of breath to think clearly. In either case, once Dalboz reached the edge of the Dam, he soon found himself surrounded. Mir accused Dalboz of having cast a “NUMDUM” spell upon him. (A Numdum spell is a common stupidity spell that lesser enchanters particularly liked to cast upon one another, as a kind of hazing prank at GUE institutions.) Despite Dalboz’s proclamations of loyalty, Mir invoked- well. Mir attempted to invoke, but after turning purple and spluttering to such an extent that the Conjurers took over for him- a “KULCAD” spell in return. (A Kulcad spell, of course, is the spell that will dispel spells.)

However, since the only spell in operation was the “ZEMDOR” spell that had kept Mir from being expelled, a Certificate of Expulsion instantly appeared in Mir’s hands. The upperclassmen began to laugh, and Mir, furious with rage and embarrassment, tore the certificate in half and- before anyone could stop him- pitched Dalboz over the side of Flood Control Dam #3.

But Dalboz held fast to Mir’s cloak, and when he flopped over the side, he took his roommate with him. All who witnessed the event were certain the friends were plunging to their deaths. As the two friends went screaming towards the bottom far below, Dalboz- in probably the most important invocation of his career- cast a long-life spell upon himself and his roommate, and the two bounced up from the rock, as if made of soft Borphean rubber.

A PEACE IS MADE

Mir was quite ashamed of himself, and Dalboz, to his credit, was equally forgiving. He did everything he could to mend their friendship, which ultimately included expelling everyone in the entire school, to negate the expulsion and, in fact, make it somewhat of a promotion, seeing that Mir was actually the first one to be expelled at all. Mir never apologized, but Dalboz knew that to bear the shame of a public encounter with one’s own honest stupidity, was far worse than any apology he could require. What Dalboz couldn’t have known was the depth of the hatred Mir felt, not just for Dalboz, but for magic itself and the shame and self-loathing it brought him. What Dalboz never saw was the sight of Mir, night after night, slipping into the archive of GUE Tech, burning precious scrolls of High Magic, a few at a time. That much less to learn; that much less shame. Mir Yannick vowed to destroy Magic-and Dalboz with it-before it ruined him.

Yet in their own awkward fashion, the two schoolmates remained cordial. Possibly this is because neither Mir nor Dalboz were the run of the mill, ale-swilling, mage-bonding sort of student enchanter that had any friends at all. And Mir always needed Dalboz’s help in order to pass his exams. In return, Mir would ply Dalboz with platypus pot pie sent in a picnic basket from home. In fact, the only bit of cruelty Mir ever showed Dalboz after the incident at the Space Needle, was an endless needling about his girth (“Well, they don’t call you Dalboz of Gurth for nothing!”) - about which Dalboz became a bit sensitive, especially considering Mir’s athletic, farm-bred physique.

THE THIRD DUNGEON MASTER

But friends of a fashion they were; and in 966, when the Second Dungeon Master (who’s True Name is only known by the Master of Naming, who is, handily enough, the Second Dungeon Master him (or her)self.) appeared to Dalboz, and bequeathed to him the Dungeon Master’s Staff- saying only that Destiny had appointed the prodigy Dalboz the Third Dungeon Master of the Empire- Mir was the first to congratulate him, if not warmly.

In fact, Mir was the only person to congratulate him at all, because only moments after Dalboz became the Third, word arrived from Borphee that the University was closing immediately. There had been an accident, a mishandling of magic, and a powerful mage had knocked the Cosmic Equilibrium out of balance- destroying the entire Age of Magic in the name of his improving his own power. Small wonder the Second DM was so hasty about dumping that staff and making a quick retreat; Dalboz was fated to become, it seemed, the only DM to never hold office. And though the Staff made a lovely walking stick, and apparently there was some sort of housing associated with the position, Dalboz fell into a wretched state of despair.

Mir, of course, enjoyed this turn of events immensely. Though he tried to console Dalboz with the rumor around school- that all Magic had been crammed into the Coconut of Quendor, where it would be watched over, until the return of Magic itself- he secretly scoffed at the notion. But as the roommates parted ways that evening, at the Crossroads of the Great Underground Highway, they pledged to meet again, should that great day ever come. Their lives were woven together in the Long Life Spell; they would certainly meet each other again, under happier circumstances. Or so they thought at the time.

And with that, they dragged their bags in separate directions down the Great Underground Highway.

THE NEXT CENTURY- A MAGICAL HIATUS

Dalboz retired to a cottage in the Underground- truly the only perk of the office of Dungeon Master, when you consider the Dungeon Master is responsible for magically paying his own pension via the Quelbo spell (Turns Ripe Coconuts into Gold.) Without Magic, coconuts were just coconuts, and Dalboz was broke, horribly depressed, and quite bored. Not to mention, utterly lacking in appetite. As a recluse, he became a Thaumaturge, a Philosopher of Theories Magicall & Hypotheticall. Excepting a seven year period in which he did absolutely nothing at all except play Single Fanucci (the solitary version) and drink Accardian Ale, he spent a good 35 years working out the answer to the freshman conundrum posed by the Bozbar Spell: “If you cause an animal to sprout wings somewhere in the Universe, somewhere else in the universe, does another animal lose its wings?” (The answer being, “Yes.”) Depressed and alone, he devoted the next 70 years to studies of a more pressing issue; that being, could a fundamentally Magic Land be suppressed of Magic, forever?

DEVOTION OF OTHER SORTS

While the Third Dungeon Master faded into obscurity, Mir meanwhile, did the only thing the untitled second-son of a yeoman farmer could do in an age without Magic- he joined a Zorkastrian Seminary. Though he would be no use in the platypus-fattening department, perhaps he could at least pray for the financial security of his family, Mir’s father reasoned. And so it seemed Mir had finally found the perfect calling for a slightly lazy, fairly greedy, and moderately educated person with no particular skills of any sort- he became a Zorkastrian Brother. Master Mir was spectacularly relieved to not have to know much, be able to do much, or even be in possession of some sort of Predetermined Destiny. He just kept his mouth shut, kissed a few rings, and mumbled something while he stared into the fires. Magic? He didn’t have to know Magic; it was forbidden! His Brothers despised the Magical Arts- and praise Yoruk for that!

Mir found that by bartering with his superiors over student directories of True Names stolen from the admissions office (not Call Names, as you or I might refer to each other, but the True Names-of High Magic-that are the source of one’s personal power), Mir might accomplish the double purpose of avenging himself on all those who ever laughed at him, and ingratiating himself with the Zorkastrian officials. It worked better than Mir ever hoped; his classmates found themselves under perpetual surveillance as infidels and heretics, and Mir himself quickly became Master Mir, Father Mir, Elder Mir, and then Bishop Mir. By the time the reclusive Dalboz had formulated the answer to his Bozbar Postulate, Mir had ascended to the calling of First Archbishop in High Office of the Grand Inquisitor of Zork. And he no longer had time to return Dalboz’s rambling, boring, letters, filled with useless packets of rare and newly cultivated seeds, which the Archbishop promptly threw into the fire. Mir was no longer interested in Magic. He was interested in Power. And he was interested in something more than talk.

WHITE COLLAR CRIME

Mir understood that if Magic was, indeed, finally going away, in its departure lay a real opportunity to persecute those who had once enjoyed such Magic Power. Mir could finally wreak revenge on all who had ever practiced the Thaumaturgical arts; he would not be satisfied until he saw to it that all of his one-time classmates (the same Conjurer Bullies who had laughed at the Numdum incident) were confined in the dark recesses of Steppinthrax Dungeon. The Grand Inquisitor would not listen to Mir-who was calling for a good old-fashioned inquisition. Mir was disgusted; if he were the Grand Inquisitor, he would champion the death of magic…

CHIEF UNDERSECRETARY WARTLE

It wasn’t until Mir heard the confession of convicted criminal embezzler Undersecretary Wartle, the Undersecretary to the Undersecretary to the Secretary of the Zork Patents Office, during the Archbishop’s sojourn in the Wonderfully Horrid White-Collar Confessions Ministry, that he knew how his Destiny should unfold. After handing out a number of Hail Yoruks, Mir opened the confessional and offered an alternative rehabilitative plan: He would use his influence with the Grand Inquisitor to demand a full pardon from Syovar III, if Wartle would begin altering a few patents for unique Zork technologies, here and there, transferring them into Mir’s possession, as only a partially reformed patents embezzler knew how. Mir became certain that his rise to power and fortune-not to mention his vengeance upon Magic- would lie with technology, Though popular sentiment had long held that technology was for stupid people (in a word, Numdums)-inferior people who had no magic to them-in the new, anti-magicall economy, technology would become invaluable. A new Magic, belonging exclusively to Archbishop Mir himself.

Wartle, who had always been spineless, fell under the spell of the Archbishop’s ambition immediately (whoever said Mir had no Magic to him?)-and by the time Mir had succeeded to the High Office of Grand Inquisitor himself (and while still sorrowing over the unfortunate demise of the previous Grand Inquisitor, who seemed to have eaten a rather lethally rancid platypus pot pie) he possessed the patent to every known piece of registered, trademarked, and patented technology in the Great Underground Empire. He even went so far as to resurrect the famed, abandoned Frobozz Magic Company-as the Frobozz Electric Company. And in this manner, the seeds of the Inquisition fell from his barren hand…

MAGIC SEEDS IT’S SLOW RETURN

Back in the cottage of the Dungeon Master, the Master himself dangled from a noose until he was purple and bruised from the rope. But it was no use. Sighing, he cut himself free-and stabbed the dagger repeatedly into his chest, with all the inattention of a bored child. Not even a drop of blood appeared on the blade. How desperately he wished he had never cast that Long Life Spell; for he would kill himself a thousand times, before he could bare another day of the monotony of a life without Magic. His house was cluttered with Fanucci Pieces from a final, solitary game of 3-D Single Fanucci that he had been playing for several years now; and as a result, he could barely walk through his kitchen, without knocking over the markers of his Fanucci Hand- a Lobster and a Snail. Ears and Lamps were littered across the table top- and Bugs, Plungers, and Inkblots lay in every other square of the black and white parquet of his kitchen floor.

Just as the Dungeon Master was dragging a large sack of non-magical, combustible gun powder out to the garden, in hopes of exploding himself in the garden tool shed, he stopped dead in his tracks (no pun intended). He dropped to the garden ground, and stared in disbelief as a Magicall Seedling pushed its way through the soil, blooming into the strangest, most fabulous looking flower ever seen in a matter of seconds. A moment later, and the DM’s Magic Flower and Vegetable Garden had sprung into life, bursting into all sorts of egg plants and auto plants and office plants and parts plants and transplants once again. The DM was exultant; his second postulate, the oft-disparaged “Treatise on the Insupressability of Magic in a Fundamentally Magic Land” had been correct after all. The GUE would, eventually, begin to right itself. The Balance of Things Magicall and Otherwise could not be held, unreckoned, for eternity. The time had finally come for Magic to begin its slow return to Zork.

Dalboz determined to pay a visit to his long-lost friend, the Grand Inquisitor. They had not spoken in many years now, but Dalboz knew they still shared the bond of the Long Life Spell. In its weaving he had linked their Destinies, and their paths must yet be resolved. Maybe things would go better between them, he reasoned, now that Magic was on its way back to the Empire. But first, a bit of supper… and he snipped a couple of hard-boiled eggs off the vine.

THE TOTEMIZER IS DISCOVER’D

The Grand Inquisitor listened with impatience as Wartle read him “The Signs of the Times” (Section B of the New Zork Times). There were unmistakable signs throughout the Empire. Magic creatures awakening, Magic Spell Scrolls materializing, a few Enchanters regaining limited powers. The Grand Inquisitor was gloomy; for his Frobozz Electric Company, the Return of Magic promised nothing but a loss of power and capital. Without Magic, the Inquisitor governed a monopoly of industries that made him a higher power than any one religion could. He had nothing to gain from even Vice Regent Syovar III, who had grown particularly troublesome of late, just as the GI was reaching the height of his power. They had been arguing over what change in policy need be driven by the alleged return of Magic. At first, Syovar III had been in favor of Mir’s proposed (and rather extreme) inquisition., believing the GI when he preached Magic as the harbinger of social anarchy and political unrest. He had not complained when the Anti-Magic Propaganda had gone up, nor when the Propaganda P.A. System had been installed. Yet, when the GI had begun the Magic Trials, the Vice Regent had grown suddenly strangely populist. Syovar was siding with his people, over the council of the generals. The GI had no other recourse but to meet with the Council-privately. And a difficult decision had been made.

Truly, the GI could not have hoped for more terrible timing for the whispering, insidious, reappearance of Magic. He was now only days from asserting the final phase of his rise to power-the Council Approved Removal of the Vice Regent himself.. And even if the removal of the Regent was successful, what was to be done with the reappearance of Magic? Magic, unlike mere human flesh, cannot be destroyed simply because its use creature is “killed.” Magic, like some strangely radioactive Thaddium waste, must be contained. Like a reverberating vibration moving along a wire, Magic resonates ten-fold once freed of physical form. All that binds a Magicall property to its physical form is how it is Named, by way of the Old Speech, the ancient, magicall language of the Empire, the language that lends its runic power to every woven spell. Somehow, Magicall creatures must be Un-Named. If Nameless, then powerless.

But how to accomplish the Un-Naming? Surely this problem had been encountered previously, in the long history of the Empire. Was there any technology, any industry in his control that could be revamped, readjusted a bit, to provide some kind of containment to the rise of Magic in the Empire? Hastily, with fear of displeasing his master, Wartle searched out a handful of out-of-date patents-including one for a massive, misshapen machine, a remnant from the Flathead Dynasty-when Enchanters were plenty and plenty troublesome, and Lord Dimwit was always looking for some way to control them. Perhaps it would prove to be just the thing.

TWICE, AN ASSASSINATION

At first, the DM had tried to just teleport to the Steppinthrax Monastery Headquarters of the GI. But he could get only the most part of one foot to prematurely disappear; there was still insufficient Magic in the atmosphere. He begrudgingly settled for riding a lumbering Hungus, which he absolutely detested, partly because it was slow and uncomfortable when one knew one had the option of instantaneous travel, and also because he never knew exactly what to do with his hands. Dungeon Masters, like most Wizards, are terrible at accomplishing everyday, menial tasks, without the use of Magic. This DM was no exception to the rule; there was at least enough Magic for the reigns to hold themselves, so the DM could carry with him the rapidly growing Hard-Boiled Eggplant; a token of friendship for his skeptical friend. Magic had begun its slow reassertion. Of that, the DM was certain.

A BLOODY REUNION

When the DM finally reached the Steppinthrax Monastery Headquarters and Museum, he was told the Grand Inquisitor could not be disturbed. He waited in the lobby for quite some time. Just as he was staring up at the massive propaganda posters of his old schoolmate, and wondering at what strange goings-on he had missed while in his deep seclusion, he heard anguished screams from the GI’s office-the sounds of a violent struggle. The DM tried to dematerialize, and then, giving up, fumbled with the door for some time, before he remembered about the knob, and pushed inside…

THE HEAD OF STATE DIVIDED

…Only to find the GI himself standing over the slain body of Syovar, whose head was neatly cleft in twain, and lying in a growing puddle of blood. As the GI explained, Wartle had retrieved several useful technologies dating back to Dimwit Flathead, the least of these being this deceptively simple iron cap, known to enemies of the Flathead Dynasty as the “Maidenhead.” The Maidenhead employed the traditionally lethal technique of the Iron Maiden, to the head of the victim only, so that the effect became one of instant flat-headedness. And of course, death.

The Dungeon Master seemed strangely steeled by the discovery, as if some part of him had been waiting for the GI to reveal his true colors for a very long time. Then, circling the body, the two old friends began to argue bitterly over the ramifications of both the assassination and the return of Magic. The Dungeon Master argued that Zork was an enchanted land, that could not be ruled except by Magic, or by its consent. The Grand Inquisitor knew, however, that he himself could not rule-as per his designs-if Magic were allowed back into the Empire… he would be impotent next to the reunited, reinvigorated Enchanter’s Guild. He begged the DM to help him put down Magic, and reclaim the Empire. The DM refused. He looked down at the magicall plant in his hands-and it curled in on itself instantly withering into a dead stalk. The DM looked up at his old friend sadly, suddenly understanding what was about to happen. He turned to go, disgusted. He said only two words. “Tell Them.”

Then the GI sprung open the Maidenhead, which clamped itself to the DM-just as his clothes fell to the ground, empty. Though he appeared dead-his body had, after all, disappeared in a cloud of gray smoke-the GI was left to suspect that he had pronounced some kind of protective spell on himself, the moment before he was struck.

He didn’t notice a small brass lantern, of the typical Adventurer’s style, rocking slightly on the floor by the slain Regent. Had he seen it, he might have saved himself a considerable heap of trouble.

LUCY FLATHEAD: A WITNESS TO THE CRIME

Lucy Flathead stared, transfixed, at the slain Vice Regent’s photo in the New Zork Times that lay on her desk at the Port Foozle Psychic Friends Bureau, beneath the headline “Syovar Assassinated; Who Will Succeed?” She was getting a migraine, an awful migraine. She tried even harder to ignore the picture that was taking shape in her mind. It had something to do with the death of the Regent-but it hurt too much to see it. And she didn’t particularly care for whatever it was. She was not, by nature, a political person. She believed that people were weak and foolish; that horrible things either had or would befall them; that fate was cruel and purposeless. She knew the first of these precepts best illustrated by her own frivolous ancestry; the second from glimpsing into the grim minds of her clientele; and the last, from her own dark life. So what did she care if one more fat politician got his due?

She turned her attention to the distractingly lewd observances blaring out from the mind of the customer that sat across from her. His was the most dismal sort, a petty gambler looking to hedge his odds in the windcat races. It was precisely the sort of client that made her wonder if her Gift were really a Gift at all. This was her fourth job as a Psychic Counselor; in an age devoid of Magic, a whole market for bogus carpetbaggers had sprung up in its place. She had never let on to the others at the Bureau that she was an actual Telepath, partly out of a kind of professional courtesy-because they were scalawags and scams and she didn’t want them to feel badly that she was not- and partly because she was embarrassed. And once people knew she knew what they were thinking, they became rather embarrassed, themselves. Especially the men.

With her telepathic abilities came a checkered lineage of which she was publicly quite defensive-and privately quite ashamed. Though she wore an ill-fitting headpiece to try to hide it, Lucy’s head was absolutely flat; she was one of the last surviving descendents of the House of Flathead. Her extended family had been forced into hiding long ago, with the fall of the Flathead Empire. Her own ancestors had lived in the catacombs beneath the prison where her namesake, Lucrezia Flathead had been secretly executed two hundred years ago. Apparently Lucrezia had given birth to a child while in she was in captivity-sired by a Enchanter who was imprisoned for refusing to attend Dimwit’s ridiculous Coronation. Though he could have easily freed himself from any prison, he fell madly in love with Lucrezia, a much-maligned-and quite wrongly so, Lucy would argue, from a revisionist, feminist perspective on the matter-free spirit of a most singular nature. Yet Lucrezia had angered her own people, and the House of Flathead was not, by nature, forgiving. Not even an Enchanter could protect Lucrezia from the hired guns charged with dispatching the Murderess (“Divorcee,” Lucy would correct) to the Great Beneath.

When Lucrezia met her final misfortune, the Enchanter spirited the child away to the recesses of the deepest underground, known only as The Dark. It took all he could do to protect the child from the terrible Curse on the House of Flathead-and only when he was certain that the child was to be spared, the Enchanter disappeared, completely sapped of his powers. He was last seen in the general direction of Miznia, near Gurth. Rumor had it he had fallen to work as a lowly Miner… perhaps started another family… but he had never been heard from again.

In the years to follow, the women descendents of this remarkable child were still protected from the Curse, and continued to be born with the traditionally flat heads, which they tried to hide, still fearing for their lives. They remained in The Dark, apart from the rest of the Empire. Flat heads aside, in every generation there appeared to be one daughter such as Lucy, who, quite obviously, was a telepath.

Yet for one so gifted in the reading of minds, Lucy had no such skill with the reading of hearts. Like all of the descendents of Lucrezia before her, Lucy had inherited her general mistrust of all men. Lucy was cold, dismissive of emotions, generally, because they tended to cloud her readings of minds-like static, or poor reception on a telephone line. She was dismissive of emotions, personally, because she had never had any of the nicer varieties. The Dark was not, ultimately, a wonderful place to raise a child.

When the pain became so unbearable that she could no longer listen to the blather in the customer’s head, Lucy had no choice but to let it out. She threw back her head-surprising the customer-and allowed the strange, violet light to flow out of her eyes, flooding the room. Her coworkers stared at her with amazement, as her seemingly lifeless form floated a few feet above the ground. In her trance, Lucy saw in a few harsh stills the death of Syovar-and at the hand of the Grand Inquisitor. She saw the death of the Dungeon Master, as well, and startled when she saw him-even now, from the grave-look her in the eye, imploring “Tell Them.” And with that, Lucy fell to the ground.

She had no choice. The Dungeon Master had sent her the vision, and she had to do something because of it. Lucy left the Bureau immediately, never to return. She made her way to the Magistrate, and took her own deposition, sealing it in a file at the Magistrate’s Office. She gave it to the Magistrate, and panicking, got out of town.

Lucy had made it to shore, and was waiting to board the Ferry to Accardia, when the Grand Inquisitor’s men found her and bound her over to trial for High Treason Against the Empire. The Magistrate had broken the seal on her file, and alerted the GI immediately. Implicating the GI-the only remaining authority that held the temporary government of the Empire together, in the time of flux and chaos following the death of the Vice Regent-rapidly earned Lucy a sentence of Death. The fact that the Grand Inquisitor was the presiding official of the court did not help matters much, but it did somewhat speed up the deliberations. Though she fully expected to die, the Grand Inquisitor had other plans for her.

THE MAGIC INQUISITION

The Grand Inquisitor had appointed Undersecretary Wartle, and a certain number of trustworthy men, to the task of Magic Surveillance. Soon after the death of the Dungeon Master, reports began to flood in. The land appeared to be quickened and invigorated, growing with magicall Life again; just as in the DM’s garden, enchanted trees sprang from seeds, some bearing ripe, splitting fruit in a single moment; others producing umbrellas or thermoses or galoshes and other such sundry items. Along the Highway, a Magicall Sword of Elvish Workmanship sprouted up from the land in a strange, sealed box. And someone had even reported strange activities at the deserted university. The Grand Inquisitor knew he had to get things under control, and he hadn’t very long. Magic was on the Rise; his propaganda campaign seemed not to be stopping it, but instead sending it Underground. People were starting to hope.

Wartle had, in fact, produced not only the patents, but the very machines first employed by Dimwit Flathead for the same hostile purpose-controlling the magicall masses. When Lucy Flathead was sentenced to Death, therefore, the Grand Inquisitor enjoyed not only the pleasurable surge of power that lay in giving her the sentence, (for he was a very horrid man, as these things go) but yet another in commuting it. Now that he had the attention of the population, he determined to make an example of Lucy, and brought her to the Totemizer, a strange machine her people had invented so long ago.

Though she would not give him the satisfaction of showing her fear, the Totemizer was truly a hideous machine, like a giant meat grinder, with spikes and spokes and five bloits of copper tubing, wrapped around and around. Though the effect of this monstrous device was not lethal, it was forcibly anti-magicall; that is, only this device could physically accomplish the Un-Naming, by separating magicall essence from physical matter-rendering Nameless, and thus Useless, the given magic of any Being. Lucy who was born into Middle Magic, and given her True Name through the power of the Old Speech upon the third day following her birth, would lose her visionary powers when she lost her Name. She would become captive in a disk of base metal without substance, a lifeless totem of her Magicall self.

In the final moments that Lucy stood atop this giant mechanical spectacle, she became something of a folk hero to the crowd at it’s base. The Grand Inquisitor, who was more taken with the vision of her body than her visionary mind, offered her a last chance at clemency if she were to subject herself to a an inquisition of a more personal nature. To this she only spat out “Murderer.”

Then, her eyes began to radiate the same strange purple light- and up she floated, straining against the ropes that bound her to the platform of the machine. She began to speak in a low monotone, warning the Grand Inquisitor of his doom in a strange vision. There would be only one, one who could call the Great Lady down from the Planes of Atrii, through the Last Door. She would come for Mir, and a great sacrifice and a brave heart would destroy him.

The frightened Grand Inquisitor could bear no more of such nonsense, and slapped her… hard. In whipping her head to the side, her hair seemed to move, and then the top of her headdress sailed cleanly off-revealing her truer, flatter nature. The crowd hushed, shocked. Lucy was a Flathead! There were still Flatheads living in the Empire? How could this be?

But Lucy herself, just smiled defiantly. When her ropes were loosened, she laughed at the Grand Inquisitor, and threw herself into the machine.

ANTHARIA JACK

A passing mercenary stared at her, transfixed. Antharia Jack-for that was his name, as he was known among fellow Adventurers-fought his way to the front of the crowd, desperate for one last glimpse. But a small explosion sent him reeling back, followed by a great whirl, then sparks and smoke, and you could just make out where something passed through the tubes, spiraling downward, around and around. An iron totem fell to the stone floor with a clatter. Lucy was no more.

THE GRIFF: A VICTIM OF THE INQISITION

As the Grand Inquisitor tightened his control on the land, he coaxed the council of the Generals-a tribunal of war heroes that controlled various political and tribal factions throughout the empire-into an alliance based on their shared exploitation of the people and resources of the Empire. As the GI’s power expanded, he began to train the GUE population increasingly towards technology, and away from Magic. The GI owned, and thus could control, all of the existing technology in the Empire-and with it, the people. Magic was unruly and uncontrollable, and the GI made it quite clear that no type of Magic, of any purpose, was tolerable in the Empire. Anything that even smelled of the return of enchantment was to be shunned, and ultimately, destroyed.

The Inquisition proved most unfortunate for the many races of Magic, Halfling-Magic, or Barely Magic Creatures that lived in Zork. Inquisition troops, known as The Inquisition Riders, canvassed the land, hunting down Trolls, Orcs, Nymphs, Sprites, and so forth. One day, when a lone member of the Guard patrolled a singularly dense forest glade, he came across a winged, tailed creature-like a soft, cuddly dragon-thrashing in a trap they had set the week before. His tail was caught by a rope, which was tied to a stake in the ground, and prevented him from flying away, no matter how hard he strained at it.

As the Guard pulled at his rope, the creature began to hiss and grimace, as if he were trying to breathe fire from his little feline jaws. The soldier burst into laughter, and began to taunt the fellow in a most unfortunate manner.

At that point, the Griff-for he was exactly that-began to babble in the most idiotic fashion. He was trying to speak in the Old Speech, the ancient runic language that empowers Dragons above all Magicall creatures. Of course, he didn’t actually know the Old Speech, which hampered the effort considerably, and he wasn’t a Dragon, which pretty much finished the job. Then, he began to shout-“Avert your eyes! Look away! I’m a Dragon, you know. If you dare look into my eyes, I will turn you to… to… jelly.” The shouting became stammering, because frankly, there isn’t anything too frightening about jelly, even if one wouldn’t want to be it, oneself, and actually, everyone knows that looking into a Dragon’s eyes will turn you not to jelly but to stone. The Guard came closer, grabbing the Griff by the chin and staring into his eyes. “It’s stone, you idiot. Not Jelly.”

The Griff, who was by nature quite timid and could not bear to be touched in anything he interpreted to be a rough fashion, shrieked and cowered to the far extreme of the length of rope, flapping his wings as hard as he could, and begging-above all-not to be hurt. He wasn’t a bad fellow, really, he was just a simple coward, a bit of a tragedian, and a touch neurotic about anything potentially involving pain of any sort. And if he did seem to imagine that nobody liked him, that everyone talked about him the second he hopped-er, flew-out of the room, and that he was the butt of every joke, you must take a moment to consider how it must feel to be compared every moment to a Dragon, and to always suffer by the comparison. The Griff was not so fearsome, so loathsome, and, in a terrible kind of a way, so handsome, as a real Dragon-he could not smash things with his tail, had no protective Dragon scales or powerful Dragon breath, and his belly was not armored in golden treasure. In fact, he only rarely had any treasure at all.

But he did have a treasure once. His Magical race had once been protected by a Magicall talisman-the Coconut of Quendor-that they had stumbled upon, quite by chance, aboard a haunted ship in the Great Seas long ago. Bound in a powerful incantation by the enchanter Y’Gael, the Coconut was the spellbound keeper of a desperate purpose-the preservation of all Magic ever known to the Empire. Whoever had the Coconut in their protection was fulfilling a Magicall destiny, and could not be harmed. For many years, the Griffs flourished as they carefully hoarded the Coconut. Then a greedy horde of Dragons fell upon them, and the Coconut was lost to the Empire, last seen in the talons of a great, flying Dragon-somewhere in the vicinity of the Great Seas.

All that remained was a bedtime tale told to Griff pups, of a sinister Dragon Archipelago, filled with Rolling Isles, that rose and sank above and below the water, bobbing like a buoy in the waves. On one of those islands lived the fiercest Dragon of all, the Old Watchdragon, guardian of the Coconut for the past hundred years. Only the bravest, most important Griff in the world would defeat the Old Watchdragon, and reclaim the Coconut for his race. Or so the story went. Without the Coconut, the Griffs were quite defenseless-lacking the natural protection of their armored Dragon cousins-and had dwindled in number to the point where there were only a handful left in the entire Empire.

This particular Griff had never been in a battle, or for that matter, even a fight-and he was petrified by the idea of fighting this Guard, now. It was only a matter of minutes before he was reduced to a blubbering pup, and only a matter of days before he stood at the top of the Totemizer Machine, begging for clemency. But a Magic Race is a Magic Race, and there was no room for Magic of any sorts in the Grand Inquisitor’s new regime. The troops had been teasing the Griff for some time, provoking him until he began to sob with such vigor that even the Grand Inquisitor began to feel a bit uncomfortable. Just as the GI gave the signal for the Griff to be pushed into the machine…

THE BROGMOID

… A squat, hairy creature-a Brogmoid Guard, who had felt badly for the Griff, and shown him many preferences while in jail-leaped up out of the crowd and, ripping a massive iron tube off the side of the Totemizer, knocked a Guard down into the machine instead of the Griff. And, for one tense moment, the Grand Inquisitor himself wobbled on the edge of the Totemizer; he would have fallen inside, if he hadn’t caught the Guard with his hands, and knocked him into the machine by way of keeping himself from falling. Chaos ensued, and when the chase was over and done, it took six men (each twice the size of a Brog) to hold down the wrathful, growling Brogmoid, while a seventh stuffed the Griff down the hatch.

A whirr… and smoke… and sparks… and a metal totem clattered to the stone floor. A Rider picked it up and bit it, as if checking to see if it were a real coin. He rode away with it, down the Great Highway, but he never knew what became of it after that. Perhaps it fell through a hole in his pocket.

A HERO BECOMES A VICTIM

As you can imagine, the Brogmoid made a quick visit, the next day, to the court. Brogmoids had all the characteristics of the creatures born into the Deep Magic of the Underground; though they knew little of spells, and less of everything else, Brogmoids possessed an unsurpassable strength, and an insuppressible temper to match it. The short, stout hotheads had been known to flatten men twice their size, over a chance comment misinterpreted as an insult to their honor. When their extreme stupidity was at its dullest, even the slightest “Excuse me” could result in a breathtaking squeeze from an obliging Brog. But with such thick wits come brave hearts; and indeed, those who know nothing, fear nothing. In this regard, the Brog and the Griff could not have been more unlike.

But luckily, or almost luckily for the Griff, this Brog, in particular, possessed a singular, if instinctual, compassion that made it physically impossible for him to sit and watch while a harmless and defenseless creature like the Griff was tormented for pleasure. This big-hearted Brog was one of the nicest fellows a Griff could ever hope to meet; in fact, there was no creature, great or small, that would refuse to converse with him, no matter how dull the conversation would invariably be. The Brog was forever in trouble as an Inquisition Guard, seeing as his locker was full of all sorts of forbidden things the prisoners would implore him to bring them. Not much harm it could do in there, he reasoned-if you could call it that-though personally he didn’t see what was so appetizing about a honeycake with a metal file or skeleton key stuck in the middle. When he tried them, they got terribly stuck in his teeth. But if someone needed something, however much their tastes differed from his, he would do it for them. He was just that sort of a fellow.

That didn’t make much of a defense in his speedy trial in the Court of the Inquisition, but the Brog didn’t really understand much of what was said in there to begin with. When asked “How do you plead?” the Brog looked at the Magistrate like he was stupid, and said “Like this.” Then he got down on his hands and knees and said “Please, Please, oh I beg you.” If you can imagine the rest of the trial along those same lines, you won’t be far off.

When he was finally taken to the Totemizer machine, it was in a massive metal collar, and two sets of chains. Twenty Guards hoisted him up to the top of the machine, and the Grand Inquisitor wasted not a minute dawdling, this time around.

A whirr… and smoke… and sparks… and a metal totem clattered to the stone floor.

GREATER PORT FOOZLE: ANTHARIA JACK’S PAWN SHACK

Poor Jack’s romance with Lucy (albeit a bit one-sided, considering that only Jack saw her and they never actually spoke), was just another chapter in the bumpy road of stardom and menial clerkships that Jack had traversed.

Born to stalk Adventuring folk that tended to live far too long, Jack was the worst Adventurer there is-afraid of the dark, unable to draw a map, and terrible at carrying items, even in a sack.

So, with his parents shamed by their son’s inability to quest, Jack enrolled at the Antharia School of Drama. By sheer luck he landed a part in the Z-Team when he stumbled onto stage during open rehearsals. (And when we say stumbled, we mean, in the sense of, fell on his face.) It turns out that the Executive Producer of the show, Syovar I, was looking for someone to take a pie in the face at least once an episode. Jack was it.

Jack took his money and opened a Casino in Port Foozle, content to retirement after the show was cancelled. But fate won’t leave you alone if you are on its list for greater tidbits of immortality.

In less than a week, Jack one the Cube of Foundation in a Double Fanucci game, lost same said cube in a game of Strip Grue, Fire, Water, and then was foreclosed on his property.

Jack retired to dinner theater, but after sixty years, he finally landed his big part in Great Underground Adventure III. (Parts I and II are still in development.) Since then, Jack has grown in reputation as the model Adventurer. His parents are proud, too, as no one suspects their prodigy’s adventure disability. For Jack’s part, he finally earned enough to fulfill his dream-owning a pawn shop.

Ultimately, though, this was reduced to Jack spending many hours spinning Adventurer’s tales over the counter of his small pawn shop. His life was the envy of many a novice adventurer who stumbled into his shop, yet Jack himself had nothing to show for his difficult life. He was always late with his Inquisition taxes, and always fined for some trivial disrespect-for not displaying the proper insignia, the proper signs, closing according to the Inquisition Curfews and Inquisition Holidays, ect. However much he hated day to day life in Port Foozle, Jack was sufficiently embittered from the search for the exotic Flathead who had so besotted him, to remain an impartial bystander to the campaign of the Grand Inquisitor. He was, in short, retired…

AN ADVENTURER IN PORT FOOZLE

Or so he swore to one such ADVENTURER, a scurvy looking sort, who happened into his shop in violation of the curfews of Port Foozle. However, when the Adventurer returned with nothing to show but an old brass lantern, Jack shoved him out of his shop, and swore to keep his distance. For the lamp was not just any lamp, but a magic lantern. And as the legend goes, the Adventurer was not a knave, but a good soul, with an eye for Magic.

The Adventurer soon fell into the companionship of the Three Totems-none other than Lucy Flathead, the Griff, and the Brogmoid. Dalboz himself, once his captivity was discovered in the old brass lantern, oversaw the posse with what limited respect a bodiless voice could command.

The group dynamic was interesting, to say the least; Dalboz was hungry and bitter and betrayed-skeptical as to whether the GI could even be stopped, and in as foul a mood as any fellow stuffed in a lantern of that size was likely to be.

Lucy, for herself, was not accustomed to taking orders from a man, and found the arcane nature of Dalboz’s Magicall knowledge, when combined with the insane nature of his utilitarian uselessness, somewhat aggravating.

The Griff liked nothing better than to order about the Brog, duping him into performing his own share of the work and more, and then blaming the Brog when these suggestions backfired.

The Brog didn’t mind; he simply liked to talk with the twittering birds and the chirping insects, and instinctively find his way throughout the Underground, as he had since he was a pup. He was content just to look at Lucy, though more than anything he wished he could touch her.

Together the party came across creatures and sights that would not be believed, were they to be described in length in this volume…

But they cannot be described, as they exist only Underground, and everyone knows that the Underground has long been sealed, and is without population or adventure. And they cannot be described, for they are Magicall, and everyone knows that Magic is dead, and powerless.

All hail the Grand Inquisitor of Zork!.

Respaldando los correos y preferencias de Mail.app

2010-01-08T22:59:00.002-04:30

Mail preferences and messages

Your Mail accounts, rules, signatures, and Smart Mailboxes preference settings can easily be backed up. Tip: All Mail-related preference files should be backed up or restored as a group.

To back up:
Note: These steps back up Mail preferences, but do not back up Mail messages (emails), although you can do that with the .Mac Backup utility. See below if you want to manually back up Mail messages (mailboxes).
1. Create a uniquely-named folder on your desktop (or other favorite location). For example, you might call it "Mail Prefs Backups May_15_2005" (adding a date is a good idea).
2. Quit Mail if it's running.
3. In the Finder choose Home from the Go menu.
4. Open the Library folder.
5. Open the Preferences folder.
6. Copy the "com.apple.mail.plist" file to the folder you made in step 1 by Option-dragging the file. Don't remove the original file from its current location (this file contains your Mail accounts information).
7. Close the Preferences folder.
8. Open the Mail folder.
9. Copy the "MessageRules.plist" file to the folder you made in step 1 by Option-dragging the file (this file contains your Mail rules).
10. Copy the "SmartMailboxes.plist" file to the folder you made in step 1 by Option-dragging the file (you guessed it, this file contains Smart Mailboxes information).
11. Finally, copy the Signatures folder to the folder you made in step 1 by Option-dragging the folder. (Your custom signatures, if you use them, are stored here.)
To restore:
Move all copies of the files and folders from your uniquely-named folder to the original locations from which they came, as listed above.

To manually back up Mail messages (emails)

You might wish to manually back up all your Mail messages from time-to-time. To back up entire mailboxes (where Mail stores messages), such as your Inbox, follow these steps:

Quit Mail if it's open.
From the Finder's Go menu, choose Home.
Open the Library folder.
Copy the folder "Mail" to your backup location, such as a different volume or burnable disc. Important: Do not remove the Mail folder from ~/Library. If you're backing up to the same volume, hold the Option key as you drag the folder to make a copy instead of moving it (a "+" cursor appears).

You can restore backed-up mailboxes at any time by quitting Mail and following the above steps, except for the last step where you copy your backed up Mail folder to ~/Library, instead of from it.

Problema con el osascript en itunes osx

2009-12-03T18:31:00.000-04:30

Este es un problema que detectas cuando cualquier script trata de leer información del iTunes:

iTunes is playing [000:032] MagicCam 0: Current process: osascript, Flash is loaded: no

No tengo muy claro que es lo que pasa, pero la solución es eliminar los archivos "Google Camera Adapter 0.component" y "Google Camera Adapter 1.component"

Florentino y el Diablo por Alberto Arvelo Torrealba

2009-09-16T01:41:00.001-04:30

FLORENTINO Y EL DIABLO
Corrío
Alberto Arvelo Torrealba

El Diablo :
Catire quita pesares
contéstame a esta pregunta :
¿Cuál es el gallo que siempre
lleva ventaja en la lucha
y aunque le den en el pico
tiene picada segura ?.

Florentino :
Tiene picada segura
el gallo que se rebate
y no se atraviesa nunca,
bueno si tira de pié,
mejor si pica en la pluma.

El Diablo:
Mejor si pica en la pluma,
si sabe tanto de todo
diga cual es la República
donde el tesoro es botín
sin dificultad ninguna.

Florentino:
Sin dificultad ninguna
la colmena en el papayo
que es palo de blanda pulpa:
el que no carga machete
saca la miel con las uñas.

El Diablo:
Saca la miel con las Uñas.
Contésteme la tercera
si respondió la segunda
y diga si anduvo tanta
sabana sin sol ni luna
quién es el que bebe arena
en la noche más oscura.

Florentino:
En la noche más oscura
no quiero ocultar mi sombra
ni me espanto de la suya.
Lo malo no es el lanzazo
sino quien no lo retruca:
tiene que beber arena
el que no bebe agua nunca.

El Diablo:
El que no bebe agua nunca.
Así cualquiera responde
barajando la pregunta.
Si sabe dé su razón
y si no, no dé ninguna:
Quién mitiga el fuego amargo
en jagüey de arena pura,
quién mata la sed sin agua
en la soledad profunda?

Florentino:
En la soledad profunda
el pecho del medanal,
el romance que lo arrulla,
la conseja que lo abisma,
el anima que lo cruza,
la noche que lo encobija,
el soplo que lo desnuda,
la palma que lo custodia,
el lucero que lo alumbra,
qué culpa tengo señores
si me encuentra el que me busca?

El Diablo:
Si me encuentra el que me busca
el susto lo descarea,
falta un cualto pa' la una
cuando el candil parpadea,
cuando el espanto sin rumbo
con su dolor sabanea,
cuando Florentino calla
porque se le va la idea,
cuando canta la pavita,
cuando el gallo menudea.

Florentino:
Cuando el gallo menudea
la garganta se me afina
y el juicio se me clarea.
Yo soy como el espinito
que en la sabana florea:
le doy aroma al que pasa
y espino al que me menea.

El Diablo:
Espino al que me menea.
No le envidio al espinito
las galas de que alardea:
cuando la candela pasa
la pata se le negrea.
Con plantaje y bulla de ala
no se cobra la pelea.
Valla poniéndose alante
pa' que en lo oscuro me vea.

Florentino:
Pa' que en lo oscuro me vea.
Amigo no arrime tanto
que el bicho se le chacea
Atrás y alante es lo mismo
pa' el que no carga manea.
El que va atrás ve palante
el que va alante voltea.

El Diablo:
El que va alante voltea
a contemplar lo que sube
borrando lo que verdea:
en invierno el aguazal,
en verano la humarea.
Me gusta cantar al raso
de noche cuando ventea
porque así es como se sabe
quién mejor contrapuntea.

Florentino:
Quién mejor contrapuntea
hace sus tratos de día
y trabaja por tarea
cójame ese trompo en la uña
a ver si tataratea!
ni que yo fuera lechuza
en campanario de aldea
para cantar en lo oscuro
con esta noche tan fea.

El Diablo:
Con esta noche tan fea,
una cosa piensa el burro
y otra el que arriba lo arrea.
¡ Ay, Catire Florentino!
escuche a quien lo previene:
dele tregua a la porfía
pa'que tome y se serene
si no quiere que le falle
la voz cuando se condene.

Florentino:
La voz cuando se condene
mientras el cuatro me afine
y la maraca resuene
no hay espuela que me apure
ni bozal que me sofrene,
ni quien me obligue a beber
en tapara que otro llene.
Coplero que canta y toca
su justa ventaja tiene:
toca cuando le da gana
canta cuando le conviene.

El Diablo:
Canta cuando le conviene.
Si su destino es porfiar
aunque llueve y aunque truene
le voy a participar,
amigo que en este duelo
yo no le vengo a brindar
miel de ariscas con buñuelo.
Si se pone malicioso
no me extraña su recelo,
que al que lo mordió macagua
bejuco le para el pelo.

Florentino:
Bejuco le para el pelo.
Contra un giro atravesao
yo mi pollo ni lo amuelo.
Entre cantadores canto,
entre machos me revelo,
entre mujeres me sobra
muselina y terciopelo;
cuando una me dice adiós
a otra le pido consuelo.
Desde cuando yo volaba
paraparas del rayuelo
vide con la noche oscura
la Cruz de Mayo en el Cielo.

El Diablo:
La Cruz de Mayo en el Cielo.
A mi no me espantan sombras
ni con luces me desvelo:
con el sol soy gavilán
y en la oscuridad mochuelo,
familia de alcaraván
canto mejor cuando vuelo;
también como la guabina
si me agarra me le pelo,
también soy caimán cebao
que en boca e caño lo velo.

Florentino:
Que en boca e' caño lo velo.
Me acordé aquel corrío
que me lo enseñó mi abuelo:
Velando al que nunca pasa
el vivo se quedó lelo,
para caimán el arpón
para guabina el anzuelo
patiquín que estriba corto
no corre caballo en pelo,
Con qué se seca la cara
el que no carga pañuelo?
Pa'que se limpia las patas
el que va a dormir en el suelo?

El Diablo:
El que va a dormir en el suelo,
pega en la tierra el oído:
si tiene el sueño liviano
nunca lo matan dormío.
Los gallos están cantando,
escúcheles los cantìos,
los perros están aullando,
recuerde lo convenio.
"Zamuros de la Barrosa
del alcornocal del Frío
albricias pido señores
que ya Florentino es mío"

Florentino:
Que ya Florentino es mío.
¡Néngueres de Banco Seco!
¡taro-taros del Pionío!
Si usted dice que soy suyo
será que me le he vendío,
me le vendí me paga
porque yo a nadie le fío.
Yo no soy ranchero veguero
que le mete al agua el río
yo no soy pájaro bobo
Pa' estar calentando nío.

El Diablo:
Pa' estar calentando nío.
No se si es pájaro bobo
pero va por un tendio
con la fatiga del remo
en el golpe mal medio;
y en la orilla del silencio
se le anudará el tañio
cuando yo mande a parar
el trueno y el desafío.

Florentino:
El trueno y el desafío.
Me gusta escuchar el rayo
aunque me deje aturdío,
me gusta correr chubasco
si el viento lleva tronío.
Aguilas sobre la quema,
reto del toro bravío.
Cuando esas voces me llaman
siempre les he respondío.
¡ Como me puede callar
coplero recién vestío!

El Diablo:
Coplero recién vestío.
Mano a mano y pecho a pecho
ando atizándome el brío
con el fuego del romance
que es don de mi señorío.
Relámpagos me alumbraron
desde el horizonte ardío
nariceando cimarrones
y sangrando a los rendíos
con la punta e' mi puñal
que duele y da escalofrío.

Florentino:
Que duele y da escalofrío.
Dame campo pensamiento
y dame riendas albedrío
pa' enseñarle al que no sabe
a rematar un corrío.
Cimarrones hay que verlos
de maute no le porfío;
puñal, sáquelo si quiere
a ver si repongo el mío.
Duele lo que se perdió
cuando no se ha defendío.

El Diablo:
Cuando no se ha defendío
lo que se perdió no importa
si está de pie el vencío,
porque el orgullo indomable
vale más que el bien perdío.
Por eso es que me lo llevo
con la nada por avío
en bongo de veinte varas
que tiene un golpe sombrío.
Y vuelvo a cambiarle el pie
a ver si topa el atajo.

Florentino:
A ver si topa el atajo.
Cuando se fajan me gusta
porque yo también me fajo.
"Zamuros de la Barrosa
del alcornocal de abajo
ahora verán, señores,
al Diablo pasar trabajo".

El Diablo.
Al Diablo pasar trabajo.
No miente al que no conoce
ni finja ese desparpajo,
mire que por esta tierra
no es primera vez que viajo,
y aquí saben los señores
que cuando la punta encajo
al mismo limón chiquito
me lo chupo gajo a gajo.

Florentino:
Me lo chupo gajo a gajo.
Usté que se alza el copete
y yo que se lo rebajo.
No se asusten compañeros
déjenlo que yo lo atajo,
déjenlo que pare suertes,
yo sabré si le barajo;
déjenlo que suelte el bongo
pa' que le coja agua abajo;
antes que Dios amanezca
se lo lleve quien lo trajo;
alante el caballo fino,
atrás el burro marrajo.
¡Quién a visto a dorodoro
cantando con arrendajo!
Si me cambió el consonante
yo se lo puedo cambiar.

El Diablo:
Yo se lo puedo cambiar.
Los graves y los agudos
a mí lo mismo me dan,
porque yo eche mi destino
sobre el nunca y el jamás.
¡Ay Catire Florentino!
cantor de pecho cabal,
que tenebroso el camino,
que nunca desandará
sin alante, sin arriba,
sin orilla y sin atrás,
ya no valen su baquía,
su fé ni su facultad
catire quita pesares
arrendajo y turpial.

Florentino:
Arrendajo y turpial.
De andar solo esa vereda
los pies se le han de secar,
se le hará más profunda
la mala arruga en la faz;
porque mientras llano y cielo
me den de luz su caudal,
mientras la voz se me escuche
por sobre la tempestá,
yo soy quien mareo mi rumbo
con el timón del cantar.
Y si al dicho pido ayuda
aplíquese esta verdá:
que no manda marinero
donde manda capitán.

El Diablo:
Donde manda capitán,
usted es vela caída,
yo altivo son de la mar.
Ceniza será su voz,
rescoldo de muerto afán
sed será su última huella
náufrago en el arenal,
humos serán sus caminos,
piedras sus sueños serán,
carbón será su recuerdo,
lo negro en la eternidad,
para que no me responda
ni se me resista más.
Capitán de las tinieblas
es quien lo viene a buscar.

Florentino:
Es quien lo viene a buscar.
Mucho gusto en conocerlo
tengo señor Satanás.
Zamuros de la Barrosa
salgan del Alcornocal
que al diablo lo cogió el día
queriéndome atropellar.
Sácame de aquí con Dios
Virgen de la Soledad,
Virgen del Carmen bendita,
sagrada Virgen del Real,
tierna Virgen del Socorro,
dulce Virgen de la Paz,
Virgen de la Coromoto,
Virgen de Chiquinquirá,
piadosa Virgen del Valle,
Santa Virgen del Pilar,
Fiel Madre de los Dolores
dame el fulgor que tú das,
¡San Miguel dame tu escudo,
tu rejón y tu puñal,
Niño de Atocha bendito,
Santísima Trinidad.
(En compases de silencio
negro bongo que echa a andar
¡ Salud señores el alba
bebiendo en el paso real).

Clases de estimados de costo

2009-06-27T01:13:00.005-04:30

En la curva azul representamos la tipologia propuesta por PDVSA, en la curva roja se representa la tipologia propuesta por la AACE / CII.

Onidex La Trinidad

2009-03-25T23:24:00.002-04:30

Mapa de Google Earth:

¿Qué necesitas?

Visita la página.

BoF (Birds of a Feather)

2009-02-21T23:45:00.002-04:30

Tomado de IETF

As of March 1993 IESG adopted the following policy on the scheduling of
BOFs during IETF meetings.

1. All BOFs wishing to meet during an IETF meeting must have the approval
of the appropriate Area Director. A list of current Area Directors
can be found on the IETF Web site at http://www.ietf.org/IESGmems.html.
The Secretariat will NOT schedule or allocate time slots without the
explicit approval of the Area Director. Please send a courtesy copy
of your request to agenda@ietf.org and ask the Area Director to copy
this address on the decision.

NOTE: ALL requests for BOFs must be accompanied by BOF Description and
Agenda, and the relevant Area Directors must be copied. The
Secretariat should ONLY schedule complete requests (pending AD
approval)

2. The purpose of a BOF is to conduct a single, brief discussion or to
ascertain interest and establish goals for a working group. All BOF
organizers are required to submit a brief written report of what
transpired during the BOF meeting, together with a roster of
attendees, to the IETF Secretariat for inclusion in the proceedings.

3. A BOF can only be held once (ONE slot at one IETF meeting).

4. Under unusual circumstances an Area Director can allow a BOF to meet
for a second time. Typically, though not a requirement, this is to
develop a charter to be submitted to the IESG.

5. BOFs are not permitted to meet three times.

6. Non-IETF groups wishing to participate in IETF meetings may hold a
BOF for single-event discussion, or may pursue creation of normal
IETF working groups for on-going interactions and disussions. The
rules governing such BOFs are the same as for all other IETF BOFs
and working groups.

7. When necessary, working groups will be given priority for meeting
space over BOFs.

8. Once scheduled, BOFs are handled like working groups with regard to
the meeting and proceedings. We require minutes and an attendee roster
for the proceedings.

9. BOF chairs are asked to send a brief announcement of the BOF to the
IETF list.

NOTE: NOTHING is automatic, especially obtaining a meeting slot for a
BOF. Creation of a draft charter or description and demonstration
of interest does NOT mean a BOF will be held. It is up to the
APPROPRIATE Area Director to approve.

Filename: /ftp/ietf/1bof-procedures.txt
Updated: 8/5/94 jws
Updated: 11/6/95 scoya
Updated: 1/11/97 scoya
Updated: 7/13/98 scoya
updated: 10/17/05 mbeaulieu

2009-01-25T10:43:00.002-04:30

Be well.

Love the ones you're with.

Read. Get Informed. Read books.

Think for yourself.

Doubt everything, but with an open heart and soul.

Enjoy your life.

Do not dwell in imaginary problems.

Life's an enigma, sometimes tragic.

If misfortune hits you, surrender.

Be the Captain of Your Destiny.

Be strong.

Don't give a shit about what others might think.

Be brave.

Be compassionate.

--> Bye for now <--

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Richard Wright Dies at 65

2008-09-15T18:44:00.001-04:30

Richard Wright, a founder member of Pink Floyd, has died at the age of 65 after battling cancer, his spokesman said.

Wright played the keyboard with the legendary band and wrote music in classic albums such as Dark Side Of The Moon and Wish You Were Here.

His spokesman said: "The family of Richard Wright, founder member of Pink Floyd, announce with great sadness, that Richard died ... after a short struggle with cancer. The family have asked that their privacy is respected at this difficult time."

Wright's spokesman did not say from what form of cancer the star had been suffering.

The self-taught keyboardist and pianist met fellow band members Roger Waters and Nick Mason while at architecture school. He was a founder member of The Pink Floyd Sound in 1965, and the group's previous incarnations, such as Sigma 6.

In the early days of Pink Floyd, Wright, along with Syd Barrett, was seen as the group's dominant musical force. The London-born musician and son of a biochemist wrote and sang several songs of his own.

The Great Gig In The Sky, and Us And Them, both from 1973's seminal Dark Side Of The Moon album, were his most well-known compositions. He also made essential contributions to Atom Heart Mother, Echoes and Shine On You Crazy Diamond, the tribute to former band member Barrett.

After his relationship with Waters became increasingly difficult, he left Floyd following sessions for the album The Wall. Wright was retained as a salaried session musician during live concerts in 1980 and 1981. In 1983, Pink Floyd released the only album in which Wright does not appear - The Final Cut.

Wright played with the surviving members of Pink Floyd in 2005 at Live 8. He also performed at a tribute concert to Barrett last year, but Waters and Gilmour, who famously fell out more than 25 years ago, appeared separately. Wright had performed on every Pink Floyd tour.

He officially rejoined Pink Floyd following the departure of Waters and contributed vocals and keyboards to the 1987 album A Momentary Lapse of Reason. In 1994, he co-wrote five songs on The Division Bell album, singing lead vocals on the track Wearing The Inside Out.

2008-08-31T19:34:00.001-04:30

"Frigelnarfen are people whose eyes aren't the same color. Frigelnarf pride! Spread the word."

Escena del viejo oeste

2008-06-21T21:19:00.005-04:30

Dibujo que me regalo C.H.G hace años, era una plantilla con la especificacion de cuales colores habian que pintar en las miles de casillas que tenia.

dbx a eml a mbx

2008-05-17T18:25:00.002-04:30

Para convertir bases de datos de Outlook express a formatos .eml y .mbx usamos Dbxconv ejecutando:

Dbxconv *.dbx # Ejecutando esto convertiremos los .dbx a .mbx

DbxConv -mbx -eml *.dbx # Ejecutará el proceso para ambos formatos

El ejecutable aquí ()

Sindicato Unitario de Trolles de Venezuela

2008-03-26T21:50:00.001-04:30

Pink Floyd - Mudmen

2007-10-08T07:58:00.000-04:00

Pelicula titulada: La Vallée, de Barbet Schroeder.

The Australian Pink Floyd Show - Caracas, Venezuela

2007-09-09T21:58:00.000-04:00

Confirmado. En una noche llena de magia y deleite, y en el marco de la celebracion de los 22 años de Evenpro, Venezuela sera testigo del gran homenaje que Australian Pink Floyd le rinde a la banda inglesa mas legendaria de todos los tiempos.

Este proximo 23 de septiembre, el campo de futbol de la Universidad Simon Bolivar se convertira en el escenario perfecto para que esta agrupacion, bendecida y reconocida por Pink Floyd, traslade a Caracas el show de luces y voces mas sorprendente visto en el pais.

Fuimos Yo, Roliverio, bureado con sus panas + ailefi.

Tocaron the Dark Side Of The Moon, Shine On You Crazy Diamond,Learning to fly, On the Turning Away, Take it Back, Set the controls of the center of the earth, What do you want from me, One of these days, Pigs, One of these days, Wish You Were Here, Happiest Days Of Our Lives, Another Brick In the Wall(part 2), Hey You, Comfortably Numb y cerrando con Run Like Hell.

El bolero de rocco - Evio di Marzo

2007-08-31T22:43:00.000-04:00

BOLERO DE ROCCO
(Evio di Marzo)

Mi melodia, te lleva

Delicadamente mientras vivas

Mi melodia, te cuida…

Te cuida y te protégé, delicadamente;

Mientras duermes.

Mira que bonita

El agua del rio

Oye como suena la luz dando destellos;

Mira que bonitas

Las flores del campo…

No arranques ninguna, dejalas que bailen

Solas al viento.

Tu melodia, me lleva

De aqui pa ‘lla y de alla pa’ca…

Delicadamente; por la vida;

Tu melodia, me cuida,

Me cuida y me protégé,

Guarda la esperanza de algun sueño.

El Señor del cielo

O algo misterioso

Llegará entre sueños

No le tengas miedo.

El Señor del cielo

O algo misterioso

Llegará entre sueños

No le tengas miedo, que yo estaré a tu

lado…

Contigo, contigo!.

vidalia + tor @ ubuntu feisty

2007-08-26T19:27:00.000-04:00

sudo apt-get update && sudo apt-get install tor qt4-dev-tools qt4-designer

wget http://vidalia-project.net/dist/vidalia-0.0.14.tar.gz

tar zxvf vidalia-0.0.14.tar.gz

cd vidalia-0.0.14

export QMAKE=/usr/bin/qmake-qt4

./configure --disable-debug

make

sudo make install

pirate name

2007-08-23T00:21:00.000-04:00

My pirate name is:

Dirty Harry Kidd

You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
part of the fidius.org network

OOXML

2007-08-22T21:06:00.000-04:00

Razones por las cuales hay que rechazar a OOXML:

OpenXML no es abierto.
OpenXML no es estándar.
OpenXML no es XML.

En Venezuela, es competencia de FONDONORMA rechazar la propuesta ISO DIS 29500 antes del 2 de Septiembre de 2007. Para mayor información por favor consultar NOO al OOxml .

cellar door, donnie, 88

2007-08-08T21:27:00.000-04:00

I'm a pilgrim on the edge,

on the edge of my perception
We are travelers at the edge,
we are always at the edge of our perceptions.

--Scott Mutter, Surrational Images

Retrovertigo

2007-08-06T14:03:00.000-04:00

Mr. Bungle - Retrovertigo.

Before you advertise

All the fame is implied

With no fortune unseen

Sell the rights

To your blight

Time-machine

While I'm dulled by excess

And a cynic at best

My art imitates crime

Paid for by

The allies

So invest

Now I'm finding truth is a ruin

Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing

Staring into glassy eyes

Mesmerized

There's a vintage thirst returning

But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing

Every famine virtual

Retrovertigo

A tribute to false memories

With conviction

Cheap imitation

Is it fashion or disease?

Post-ironic

Remains a mouth to feed

Sell the rights

To your blight

And you'll eat

Now I'm finding truth is a ruin

Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing

Staring into glassy eyes

Mesmerized

See the vintage robot wearied

Then awakened by revision theories

Every famine virtual

Retrovertigo

Kalabala

2007-07-30T20:17:00.001-04:00

Otra historia para el archivo...

"....

KALABALA

(a people who love WAR, guns, bullets,violence and chaos)

One year ago, I saw a sign in the subway in New York City, which showed some "zombies" like those in the film by George Romero The Night of the Living Dead telling us to: "Call us if you are ready to return from the Living Dead." But... What do we have to do to wake up? What do we have to do so that we don't become part of this Army of Living Dead, this population of walking cadavers? What do we have to do to become conscious? Must we become a people who love WAR, guns,bullets,violence and chaos, a "Kalabala"? Every day the masses of mentally-ill folk go to their offices, factories and jobs in the hope that they will keep their jobs until they are over forty and then wait for retirement as if it were a liberating event... "FATHERLAND" is more than working to eat, life is more than this... WAKE UP! ¡NO WAR!!!!

CARLOS ZERPA.

...."

La imagen la usó Desorden Público en su disco titulado "Plomo Revienta":

cliente para last.fm

2007-04-09T12:04:00.000-04:00

Amua es un cliente alternativo para last.fm que corre bajo MAC OSX.

Baje el Binario Universal Aqui

¿Cómo calcular el Dólar Paralelo?

2007-03-26T20:36:00.000-04:00

Compro bonos de la CANTV en Bolívares.
Vendo bonos de la CANTV en el extranjero en Dólares.

Chachín, dólares paralelos.

Mas allá de los sueños

2007-03-20T20:01:00.000-04:00

No quería olvidar el nombre de esta pelicula....

Documental del Prog-Rock

2007-03-01T12:17:00.000-04:00

Para los archivos ...

Prog Rock Top Ten 1ere Patie
Uploaded by piRjtull

Prog Rock Top Ten 2nde Partie
Uploaded by piRjtull

Prog Rock Top Ten 3eme Partie
Uploaded by piRjtull

Prog Rock Top Ten 4eme Partie
Uploaded by piRjtull

Prog Rock Top Ten 5eme Partie
Uploaded by piRjtull

Prog Rock Top Ten 6eme partie
Uploaded by piRjtull

fink - unstable path - activation

2007-02-21T20:11:00.000-04:00

Pre-requisitos:

- XCODE TOOLS[1]
- FINK[2]

Activando el árbol de directorios inestable de Fink, para eso abrimos Terminal.app y tecleamos como sudo su:

1:

fink selfupdate

sed -e '/^Trees/s/$/ unstable\/main unstable\/crypto/' /sw/etc/fink.conf >/tmp/t
sudo mv /tmp/t /sw/etc/fink.conf
fink -y selfupdate; fink -y update-all; sudo apt-get update

3:
Esperar... se tienen que compilar varios paquetes... o quizás no.
4:

apt-get update

5:
Listo!.

Camel - The Snow Goose (1975)

2007-02-21T19:59:00.000-04:00

Últimamente he estado enviciado con este álbum, uno de los mejores de la banda.

Para bien o para mal, Camel nunca tuvo el éxito comercial, que opino debería haber tenido.

Alineación:

Peter Bardens: Organ, Mini Moog, Electric Piano, Pipe Organ, Acoustic Piano, ARP Odyssey
Andrew Latimer: Electric, Acoustic and Slide Guitars, Flute and vocalist.
Andy Ward: Drums, Vibes, Varispeed Percussion
Doug Ferguson: Bass and Duffle Coat

Produced by David Hitchcock

Hurgando[1] en internet encontré, lo que es una suerte de relato de las canciones:

The Great Marsh
Just before dawn till sunrise.

Rhayader
He lives in an old lighthouse on the Essex marshes, caring for the wild birds.

Rhayader Goes to Town
The townsfolk react coldly towards Rhayader because of his odd appearance. But their fear is mixed with curiosity for he has a nobel bearing.

Sanctuary
The Snow Goose swept off course by a sea storm just reaches the Essex coast. Fritha finds her exhausted and wounded on the beach and gently cradles her, for she has heard that nearby lives a man who is a great healer of birds.

Fritha
When she meets Rhayader she too is frightened, but her concern for the Snow Goose overcomes her fear.

The Snow Goose

Friendship
While the Snow Goose gradually gains strength, tended to by Rhayader and visited by Fritha, a strong bond of affection grows between the three of them.

Migration

Rhayader Alone
With the departure of the Snow Goose, Fritha no longer visits the lighthouse and Rhayader is once more alone with the melancholy sounds of the marshes.

The Flight of the Snoow Goose
One day high above the horizon appears the familiar shape of the great white bird. Rhayader in his joy sends for Fritha.

Preparation
Rhayader gets ready to sail, together with the small Armada of other boats to help in the desperate rescue operation at Dunkirk.

Dunkirk
As Rhayader departs, leaving Fritha behind he cannot prevent the Snow Goose following him out across the channel and right into the heart of battle.

Epitaph
Rhayader ferries many stranded soldiers to safety until at last he is hit, and the Snow Goose is seen circling low over the spot where the little boat has gone down.

Fritha Alone

La Princesse Perdue
Fritha realizing somehow that Rhayader will not return is still looking out to sea when she spies the Snow Goose. She is filled with a sweet sadness as she follows her princess home in as if to land only to fly away, out of sight lost forever.

The Great Marsh

imagen aleatoria

2007-02-16T16:56:00.000-04:00

Stopping Vista adoption by promoting free software

2007-01-29T21:11:00.000-04:00

BadVista.org

Boards of Canada

2007-01-02T00:26:00.000-04:00

too sick.....
too awesome @_@

Una imagen que encontre en google

Caronte

2006-09-20T19:14:00.000-04:00

La Barca de Caronte
Óleo sobre lienzo, 103 x 176 cm
de José Benlliure Gil.

metros from the world

2006-09-01T21:52:00.000-04:00

PiHex

2006-08-29T23:17:00.000-04:00

Hace años existió un proyecto para calcular unos cuantos dígitos del número 'Pi'.

PiHex fue el proyecto que propuso Colin Percival, para usar la capacidad ociosa de nuestros CPU's y aplicarla en algo interesante.

Resultados:

The Quadrillionth Bit of Pi is '0'!
The Forty Trillionth Bit of Pi is '0'!
The Five Trillionth Bit of Pi is '0'!

El poder para creer - King Crimson

2006-08-20T21:06:00.000-04:00

Experimento de KC en el 2003... The Power To Believe

Line-up

- Adrian Belew / guitar, vocals & electronic percussion
- Robert Fripp / guitar
- Trey Gunn / Warr guitar, rubber bass
- Pat Mastelotto / drumming

La canción que más me gustó: Dangerous Curves

Restringiendo acceso a directorios con Apache

2006-07-31T00:22:00.000-04:00

1. Abrimos el archivo de configuracion de Apache...

2. Editamos la linea de AllowOverride para: None

3. Creamos la carpeta a restringir el acceso, en este caso forbidden

4. Reiniciamos Apache

5. Por linea de comandos, accesamos el directorio a forbidden y editamos el fichero llamado .htaccess

6. Rellenamos el fichero como a continuacion:

7. Invocamos a htpasswd para almacenar nuestra clave con el usuario 'apples'

8. Fin

cosas en perl...

2006-07-24T05:38:00.000-04:00

mz y yo tratando de avanzar en arcanum teniamos que resolver un reto....

" Teniendo dos variables X e Y, con valores de 0 hasta 1000 halle la suma de los productos palindromos de estos "

Primer paso:

Como descifrar un palindromo en perl:


#!/usr/bin/perl
# detector de palindromos

chomp($palindromo = 'ponga_aqui_su_entrada');
@palindromo = split( //, $palindromo);
@reverso = reverse(@palindromo);
$medirPalindromo = @palindromo;
#Condicionales -->
for ($i = 0; $i < $medirPalindromo; $i++ )
{
if (@palindromo[$i] ne @reverso[$i])
{
$palindromoso = "";
last;
 }
else
{
$palindromoso = "true";
}
} 
# resultado -->
if( $palindromoso )
{
print "\n\"$palindromo\" si es un palindromo\n";
}
#eof

bureado me ayudo y simplifico lo anterior en pocas lineas:


@numeros = split (//, $alpha);
    my @soremun = reverse (@numeros);
    my $a = join ('', @numeros);
    my $b = join ('', @soremun);
    print "$alpha\n" if ($a == $b);

Segundo paso:

Ya teniendo como descifrar los palindromos tenemos que hallar los productos de X e Y:


foreach my $x (0..1000) {
 foreach my $y (0.1000) {
  my $alpha = $x * $y;
}
}

mz me da otra idea brillante, acumular las alphas en $resultado, haciendo:
$resultado += $alpha

Terminando de pulir el codigo:



#!/usr/bin/perl -w
foreach my $x (0..1000) {
    foreach my $y (0..1000) {
    my $alpha = $x * $y;
    @numeros = split (//, $alpha);
    my @soremun = reverse (@numeros);
    my $a = join ('', @numeros);
    my $b = join ('', @soremun);
    #print "$alpha\n" if ($a == $b);
    $resultado += $alpha if ($a == $b);
    print "$resultado\n";
    }
}

Obteniendo como resultado que la suma de los productos palindromos de dos variables X e Y (0...1000) es:
509033471

Muere Syd Barrett a los 60

2006-07-11T11:20:00.000-04:00

Syd Barrett, one of the original members of legendary rock group Pink Floyd, has died at the age of 60 from complications arising from diabetes.

The guitarist was the band's first creative force and an influential songwriter, writing their early hits.

He joined Pink Floyd in 1965 but left three years later after one album. He went on to live as a recluse, with his mental deterioration blamed on drugs.

"He died very peacefully a couple of days ago," the band's spokeswoman said.

"There will be a private family funeral."

A statement from Pink Floyd said: "The band are naturally very upset and sad to learn of Syd Barrett's death.

"Syd was the guiding light of the early band line-up and leaves a legacy which continues to inspire."

He was born Roger Barrett in Cambridge and met future bandmates Roger Waters and David Gilmour at school.

I don't think we would have the David Bowie we have today if it wasn't for Syd
Tim Willis, Syd Barrett's biographer

He originally busked folk songs around Europe with Gilmour before enrolling at the Camberwell School of Art in London.

Upon joining the Pink Floyd Sound - as they were originally known - he composed See Emily Play and Arnold Layne, both from 1967, as well as most of their album The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

Era hora...

2006-06-23T22:32:00.000-04:00

Muy pronto ... En construccion

0ri0n Team Venezuela

Lark's tongue in aspic part 2

2006-06-10T12:06:00.000-04:00

Una banda Japonesa* haciendo el cover a la cancion original por King Crimson.

*---

The name of this band is "NINGENISU",
Japanese hard rock - progressive band.

there official site is here(only Japanese),
http://www.ningenisu.com/

Porcupine Tree - Blackest Eyes

2006-05-28T21:46:00.000-04:00

Porcupine Tree
In Absentia

-----
A mother sings a lullaby to a child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy
A walk in the woods and I will try
Something under the trees that made you cry
It's so erotic when your make up runs
I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes
A few minutes with me inside my van
Should be so beautiful if we can
I'm feeling something taking over me

---

Arrechísima

Syd en Interstellar

2006-05-08T09:09:00.000-04:00

Primera vez que puedo ver en color a Syd Barrett tocando con en el early PF, subrayese el early

404

2006-04-28T09:56:00.000-04:00

NO SOUP FOR YOU!

Cosas en perl: Digito verificador r.i.f

2006-04-22T22:34:00.001-04:00

Simple script en perl, para hallar el R.I.F que correspondería a una persona natural.
Si usted sabe simplificar este código en un número menor de líneas, le agradezco lo escriba en los comentarios!.
No me responsabilizo del mal uso que puedan hacer de este codigo. Este codigo solo se muestra para fines didacticos.


#!/usr/bin/perl
# Humberto Amador Año 2006
# GPL
print "
\n Cálculo del dígito verificador para R.I.F \n
Si nació en Venezuela, escriba la letra V, de lo contrario escriba la letra E.
Luego presione la tecla [ENTER]
  \n";
my $nacionalidad = <"STDIN">; 
my $status = $nacionalidad; $status =  uc($nacionalidad);
if ($status =~ /V/) { print "Ha seleccionado Venezolano\n";   }
elsif ($status =~ /E/) { print "Ha seleccionado Extranjero\n";} 
else { print "Nacionalidad inválida\n";    exit;   }
print "Ahora escriba su número de cédula de identidad sin puntos.\n";
my $input = <"STDIN">; chop $input;
@rif = split (//, $input); $rif = @rif;
# Verificamos que la máscara cumpla con las ocho posiciones requeridas.
$contador = 8 - $rif; if ($rif <8) { unshift @rif, (0) x $contador; }$rif = @rif; if($rif > 8) { print "Número de cédula inválido\n"; exit; }
my $a = $rif[0] * 3 + $rif[1] * 2 + $rif[2] * 7 + $rif[3] * 6 + $rif[4] * 5
+ $rif[5] * 4 + $rif[6] * 3 + $rif[7] * 2;
if ($status =~ /V/) { $res = ($a+4)%11;chomp$res; $status = 'V'; }
else { $res = ($a+8) %11;chomp$res; $status = 'E'; }
if ($res =~ '1') { $dig = 0; } elsif ($res =~ '0') { $dig = 0; }
else { $dig = 11 - $res; }
push(@rif, '-', $dig);
unshift(@rif,$status ,'-');
my $riff = join("", @rif);
$clear_string = `clear`;
print $clear_string;
print " Su número de cédula de identidad es $status-$input
       \n Su número de R.I.F es             $riff       \n";

Cover del DSOTM por DT

2006-04-20T12:05:00.000-04:00

Dark Side Of The Moon CD
SKU: YTSEJAM012

Dark Side Of The Moon DVD
SKU: YTSEJAMDVD002

Dream Theater�s entire performance of the legendary Pink Floyd album recorded live at the Hammersmith Apollo in London, England on October 25th 2005.

Segundo Congreso Nacional de Software Libre (Venezuela 2006)

2006-04-15T14:00:00.000-04:00

El Segundo Congreso Nacional de Software Libre (Venezuela 2006) es una colección de eventos distribuidos en 14 estados de Venezuela, para concentrar a una selección de expertos en el uso de GNU/Linux y el Software Libre en un ciclo de charlas y demostraciones, ofreciendo al participante una muestra integral del Software Libre y el Sistema Operativo GNU/Linux, su implementación, características y posibilidades.

Primus sucks

2006-04-06T12:53:00.000-04:00

No conocia mucho de Primus, sino el trabajo de Les Claypool y su brigada de ranas.

El must-have:
Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese
prendas:
Primus - Frizzle Fry
Primus - Pork Soda
Primus - Tales from the punchbowl

La brigada:
En vivo

Trusted Computing?

2006-04-03T00:05:00.000-04:00

Ciclo Lynch -> Mulholland Drive

2006-03-26T23:21:00.000-04:00

Por David Lynch
e2k

Axel Rose y Slash. La Hora Chanante

2006-03-21T20:35:00.000-04:00

Semestre VIII

2006-03-13T21:56:00.000-04:00

+ Etica profesional
+ Seminario I
+ Sistemas de informacion gerencial

rudo.

Morcheeba - Aqualung -> Lyrics

2006-03-13T10:46:00.000-04:00

Morcheeba - Charango

Battle cries
We make the swift retreat
Paradise
It don't come cheap
Square up to fight
Like dynamite

The flight is young
We're getting deep without an aqualung
Our will is strong
We got to work at where we're goin wrong

Buttercup
I think we missed a turn
Back it up
You'd think I'd learn
Your gelignite
Sets truth alight

The flight is young
We're getting deep without an aqualung
Our time is long
We got to find where we're coming from

Square up to fight
Like dynamite

The flight is young
We're getting deep without an aqualung
Our will is strong
We've got to work at where we're going wrong

Light years from here
We're gonna burn up in the atmosphere
It's crystal clear
We're coming swinging on the chandelier

mp3 -> ogg | Linux

2006-03-11T23:36:00.000-04:00

Citando enteramente un post de Apostols:

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Me encuentro en la siguiente situación: Tengo un MP3 en mi celular como ringtone pero no estoy feliz porque es muy largo y cuando repica me telefonito no se distingue el repique. Lo primero que hice fue buscar un buen software (por supuesto libre) que editara audio, me topé con el sweep (muy bueno por cierto) pero tenia otra limitante: No edita archivos privativos (.mp3), me toco ahora empezar a leer la documentación de el oggencode y mpg123, luego de hacer pruebas por fin lo conseguí haciendo lo siuguiente:

mpg123 musica_origen.mp3 | oggenc - -o musica_origen.ogg -w /dev/stdout

Perfecto, me lo transformó a .ogg, edite lo que necesitaba de la canción, borre, modifiqué y guarde cambios. Ahora solo me tocaba correr un script que conseguí por allí navegando (ogg2mp3) para revertir los cambios. Subí el MP3 modificado y guala, Rulo.

Espero que les sirva de algo.

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Como recuperar el passwd del BIOS

2006-03-11T22:41:00.000-04:00

A simple tool can recover the BIOS password of Toshiba notebooks. Also, a simple procedure can be used to bypass this password protection altogether.

Ingredients:

1. Your notebook.
2. An empty formatted diskette (720 kb or 1,44 mb).
3. A second computer (e.g. a DOS desktop PC).
4. A hex-editor (e.g. Norton DiskEdit or HexWorks).

Procedure:

1. Start the desktop PC and start the hex-editor.
2. Put the disk in drive A:
3. Change the first five bytes of sector 1 (boot sector is sector 0) to:
4B 45 59 00 00
4. Save it! Now you have a KEYDISK.
5. Remove the disk from drive A:
6. Put the disk in the notebook drive.
7. Start the notebook in Boot Mode (push the reset button).
8. Press Enter when asked for Password:
9. You will be asked to Set Password again. Press Y and Enter.
10. You now see the BIOS configuration where you can set a new password.

Arreglos en Perl (part I)

2006-03-11T21:11:00.000-04:00

Arreglos en perl: una burda copia&pega pero traducida al castellano...

Puedes agregar un elemento al final de un arreglo existente con la funcion push():

#!/usr/bin/perl
# definiendo el arreglo
@comidas = ("almuerzo", "te");

# agregar un nuevo elemento al final del arreglo
push (@comidas, "cena");

# ahora el arreglo se vera asi
@comidas = ("almuerzo", "te", "cena");

y removemos un elemento de la cola del arreglo con la funcion pop()

#!/usr/bin/perl
# definiendo el arreglo
@comidas = ("almuerzo", "te");

# removemos un elemento de la cola del arreglo
pop (@comidas);

# ael arreglo se vera asi
@comidas = ("almuerzo");

Si necesitas remover un elemento del tope del arreglo, usamos entonces la funcion shift()

#!/usr/bin/perl # definiendo el arreglo @comidas = ("almuerzo", "te"); # removemos un elemento del tope del arreglo shift (@comidas); # ahora el arreglo se vera asi @comidas = ("te");

ahora, con unshift() podemos agregar elementos al tope del arreglo

#!/usr/bin/perl # definiendo el arreglo @comidas = ("almuerzo", "te"); # agregamos un elemento al tope del arreglo unshift (@comidas, "desayuno"); # el arreglo se vera asi @comidas = ("desayuno", "almuerzo", "te");

Cuando estemos tratando con arreglos/matrices asociativ@s, no es buena idea implementar el saco de funciones descritas anteriormente. Para eso nos encargaremos de implementar funciones mas 'acertadas', como por ejemplo delete() para borrar elementos de el arreglo/matriz.

#!/usr/bin/perl # definiendo matriz %matrix = ("heroe" => "neo", "villano" => "smith", "maestro" => "morpheus", "buenota" => "trinity"); # eliminar clave delete ($matrix{"villain"}); # la matriz se vera asi %matrix = ("heroe" => "neo", "maestro" => "morpheus", "buenota" => "trinity");

Tambien puedes eliminar todos los valores en la matriz, simplemente combinando la funcion delete() con un loop 'foreach'

#!/usr/bin/perl # definiendo matriz %matrix = ("heroe" => "neo", "villano" => "smith", "maestro" => "morpheus", "buenota" => "trinity"); foreach $k (keys(%matrix)) { delete ($matrix{$k}); }

Usando la funcion grep(), pordremos saber si existe un valor en particular o no en una determinada matriz. grep() acepta dos argumentos, 1: el patron a comparar 2: en cual matriz buscar el patron definido en 1. Los resultados que se obtengan son redireccionados a otra matriz.

#!/usr/bin/perl # definiendo el arreglo @herramientas = ("martillo", "cincel", "desotrnillador", "crimper", "pega", "cable", "tester"); # buscar por el patron 'er' en el arreglo herramientas @match = grep (/er/i, @herramientas); # printeamos las concordancias # retornaria: "crimper tester" print "@match ";

La funcion exists() es util, para ver si un determinado valor 'existe' en determinad@ matriz/arreglo

#!/usr/bin/perl
# definiendo matriz
%matrix = ("heroe" => "neo", "villano" => "smith", "maestro" => "morpheus", "buenota" => "trinity");

# ver si existe el valor heroe
if (exists($matrix{"heroe"}))
{
 print "Neo vive!";
}

-------------------------------EOF-------------------------------

Que Caracter representas?

2006-03-04T13:24:00.000-04:00

You are Patsy, loyal squire. Your main job is to

hang around the King and make sound effects

since the budget doesn't allow for REAL

props...

Which Monty Python & the Holy Grail Character are you REALLY?
brought to you by Quizilla

Concierto de Manu HOY

2006-03-03T14:02:00.000-04:00

Primera oportunidad que tengo para verlo/escucharlo/tripear y no voy a poder ir....

Pink Floyd - Bike

2006-02-28T11:33:00.000-04:00

... para los archivos

Ciclo Lynch -> Lost Highway

2006-02-27T23:23:00.000-04:00

por David Lynch
e2k

Se creativo

2006-02-26T20:52:00.000-04:00

Viendo un blog /dev/urandom me encontre con una animacion flash que explica muy bien que y para que son las creative commons.

Fools Put Faith in Data Alone

2006-02-25T17:28:00.000-04:00

Leyendo una discusion en un canal IRC de Economia me tope con un articulo escrito por James Sheehan, que afirma lo siguiente:

For the lay reader, it demonstrates how randomness influences all types of human action and helpfully exposes the futility of macroeconomics and econometrics.

Es decir, como la aleatoriedad influencia todo tipo de accion que el hombre lleve a cabo, y como, finalmente termina demostrando lo inutil que es el aporte de la econometria y la macroeconomia al campo de la administracion del riesgo.

'Como los tontos ponen su fe en la data'

Lyrics - Point me @ the sky - Pink Floyd

2006-02-25T12:57:00.000-04:00

POINT ME AT THE SKY

Pink Floyd 1968

Lyrics/Music: Waters, Gilmour

Albums:

Point Me At The Sky (single, 1968)
The Early Singles (Shine On)

Hey Eugene
This is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say
That I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange
How little we change
Isn't it sad we're insane
Laying the games that we know and in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands and...

Jumps into his cosmic flyer
pulls his plastic collar higher
Light the fuse and stand right back

He cried
This is my last goodbey

Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in

people pushing on my sides
is something that i hate
and so is sitting down to eat
with only little capsules on my plate

Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly

And all we've got to say to you is goodbey
It's time to go, better run and get your bags
It's goodbey
Nobody cry, it's goodbey
Crash, crash, crash, crash, goodbey...

Arco electrico

2006-02-18T21:55:00.000-04:00

As impressive as this huge arc may be, the air break switch was really NOT disconnecting a real load. This arc was "only" carrying the relatively low (about 100 amps) magnetizing current associated with the line reactor. The transmission line associated with the above circuit normally carries over 1,000 megawatts (MW) of power between Boulder City, Nevada (from the generators at Hoover Dam) to the Lugo substation near Los Angeles, California. A break under load conditions (~2,000 amps) would have created a MUCH hotter and extremely destructive arc. Imagine a fat, blindingly blue-white, 100 foot long welding arc that vaporizes the contacts on the air break switch and then works its way back along the feeders, vaporizing them along the way. Still, you've got to admit that this "little" 33 MVAR arc is certainly an awesome sight!

etc

2006-02-18T12:57:00.000-04:00

Petrucci, Portnoy, Tobin

Apple Criptica

2006-02-15T12:39:00.000-04:00

Your karma check for today:
There once was a user that whined
his existing OS was so blind,
he'd do better to pirate
an OS that ran great
but found his hardware declined.
Please don't steal Mac OS!
Really, that's way uncool.
(C) Apple Computer, Inc.

10.4.4 Usable

2006-02-14T07:10:00.000-04:00

Asi es, el genio de Maxxuss lo logro de nuevo.
"""
Maxxuss Patches for Mac OS X 10.4.4 8G1165 x86

This is a preliminary release of my Patch Solution for the official Mac OS X on the Intel platform. Ultimately, it would allow you to run this Mac OS X release on a generic x86 computer (SSE2 required).

There's still a lot of work and documentation to do, like support for SSE2-only CPUs, a proper installation procedure and a PPF patch. However, if you like to play around, this will get you started.

"""

windows? eso es lo mejor vale...

2006-02-01T14:14:00.000-04:00

FATBOY SLIM POR PRIMERA VEZ EN CARACAS

2006-01-24T10:40:00.000-04:00

* El próximo 22 de febrero el Poliedro se convertirá en una gran mega fiesta para disfrutar de Fat Boy Slim, uno de los mejores Dj's del mundo. Pisará por primera vez suelo venezolano para deleitarnos con un impresionante show desbordante de efectos especiales e iluminación de última tecnología

El Dj británico FatBoy Slim es sinónimo de fiesta y de alta calidad y deleitará por primera vez al público venezolano el próximo 22 de febrero en el Poliedro de Caracas. Una puesta en escena espectacular con pantallas gigantes y 200 mil voltios de sonido, será lo que podrán apreciar los amantes de la buena música electrónica, en lo que será una inolvidable noche caraqueña producida por EVENPRO.

Los que han tenido la oportunidad de ver a FatBoy Slim en vivo coinciden en afirmar que se trata de uno de los mejores Dj's del mundo, capaz de combinar la maestría de su talento con efectos especiales e iluminación de alta tecnología sobre una tarima que sólo derrocha música y buena vibra.

En esta ocasión los caraqueños podrán disfrutar del mismo espectáculo que ya han presenciado públicos de Mar del Plata, Río de Janeiro, Bogotá, Tokio, Londres y muchas otras plazas europeas.

Este músico británico nacido en Brighton, Inglaterra, se llama realmente Norman Cook y en los años '80 tocó el bajo en la banda Housemartins, un conjunto que tuvo muchos adeptos en el mundo. Pero el experimentado intérprete luego pasó a las bandejas y equipos de alta definición para proponer un dance muy enérgico, testimoniado en sus discos "Better Living Through Chemistry” (1997) y "You’ ve Come a Long Way Baby" (1998), placas que lo catapultaron a la fama. Actualmente han asistido a sus shows no menos de 600 mil espectadores en América y Europa, recordándose aún el impresionante show que realizó en Brasil ante 360 mil personas y en Londres ante más de 250 mil.

Los detalles de esta súper producción, así como los precios de las entradas y sus puntos de venta, serán dados a conocer por EVENPRO en las próximas horas. Igualmente se dará a conocer el patrocinante que hará realidad la esperada visita de Fatboy Slim a Venezuela.

Dpto. Prensa / EVENPRO

Okie Dokie It's The Orb On Kompakt Disco

2006-01-24T10:15:00.000-04:00

The Orb