Revolución

En historia se denomina revolución a un cambio relativamente rápido y drástico. Puede ser una transformación en cuestiones políticas, sociales, culturales o económicas sobre un período de tiempo generalmente corto. Algunas revoluciones son encabezadas por la mayoría del pueblo de la nación, otras por pequeños grupos de revolucionarios.

Una rebelión es, en la mayoría de los casos, una manifestación de rechazo a la autoridad. Esto puede variar desde la desobediencia civil hasta un intento organizado y armado para intentar destruir a la autoridad establecida. Es con frecuencia usado para hacer referencia a la resistencia armada de un grupo en contra de un gobierno establecido. Aquellos quienes participan en una rebelión, son denominados rebeldes.

The great oportunity for Apple

I've been reading about the latest in technology and I start to see that the OS world is about to change.

Microsoft is losing users, every day users are opening their eyes and see that Microsoft is not the only OS, we got a lot of OS, some better than others but we've options, unfortunatly must of the OS are complicated and are not as friendly as Windows.

The other popular option we have is Apple, but Apple is too expensive for being a good option. I think is time for Apple to make changes, think about it, what if Apple let build our own machines using their Operating System?, the computing world change in a hard way. Many people is interesting on it, Michael Dell (President of Dell computers) is interested in sell his computers with OS X. Of course that the applications developers will have a lot of work to do.

According to the experts it's time for Apple to open its doors, with the new comming of Windows Vista, Apple can give a hit!!. As everybody knows Windows Vista doesn't have anything new at least not for Mac.

The question that everybody has in mind.... Will apple miss it's great opportunity?

¿Qué es imposible?

Imposible es solo una palabra que usan los hombres débiles para vivir facilmente en el mundo que se les dió, sin atreverse a explorar el poder que tienen para cambiarlo.

Imposible no es un hecho, es una opinión.
Imposible no es una declaración, es un reto.
Imposible es potencial.
Imposible es temporal

Imposible is nothing.

Me lo encontre en una puerta, en el lugar menos esperado

Carta Bomba

Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...

Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly's accidental high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment checks
You're fucking only along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone?
As your city's model gets pulverized
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse

The television's an obstructionist
And you don't even know that you exist
Stand still wish to die
You better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'till your underground
It's not hope before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not hope before it's too late

There's nothing left to analyze

Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?

And don't look back

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy's opinion of
Your father's raise and your mother's love
That's made the idiot America

It's not over 'till your underground
It's not hope before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not hope before it's too late

She said I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind

Well she said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight

The Hacker Manifesto

/*by
+++The Mentor+++
Written January 8, 1986*/

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.