Apps Subculture

the subculture of the compulsive programmer, whose ethics prescribe that one silly idea and a month of frantic coding should suffice to make him a life-long millionaire

~ Dijkstra

horse piano

The idea is to get a horse, a Central Park workhorse.

A horse who lives in a city, over in the hell part of Hell's
     Kitchen, in a big metal tent.

You have to get one who is dying.


Maybe you get his last day on the job, his owner, his
     tourists.

You get his walk back home at the end of the day,

some flies, some drool. You get his deathbed, maybe.


An then, post mortem, still warm, you get the vet or else
     the butcher

to take his three best legs. And then you get the taxidermist
     to stuff them

heavy, with some alloy, steel, something.


Next day you go over to Christle's interiors sale and buy a
     grand-piano,

shabby conditions but tony provenance, let's say it graced the
     entry hall

of some or other Vanderbilt's Gold Coast classic six.


And you ask the welder you know to carefully replace the
     piano legs

with the horse legs, and you put the horse/piano somewhere
     like a lobby,

and you hire a guy to play it on the hour, so that everybody
     will know

how much work it is to hold anything up in this world.

~ Anna McDonald

Merodeando el mar

Ven. Me llama
Te dare un vestido
Verbo del celeste
Nadie te tendrá
Brazos omnipotentes
Como los míos
¿Quién puede resistir el mecer de mis ahogados mimos?

Ven,
Te dejare ver las luces
Que encienden mis entrañas
Te hare sentir único
En un universo estremecido,
Cuando te dejes caer en mi inmensidad

¡Hay!
Pero si no vienes
Aullare en mi espuma, tragaré veleros
Embarrare mis celestes
Quebrare mi dolor en los mástiles
Brotaran de mis olas
aludes de corceles invencibles,
y de mis abismos surgiran relampagos
Que cegaran el cielo

Ven,
Que si tu vienes me plateare de peces
De amor,
De dulzura arrulladora

~ Elsa Langer

Ask

People don't mind being used. They mind being discarded.

Metro Tercero

Cuando Febo desde su dorada cuadriga esparce la luz en el firmamento, palidecen las estrellas; y, vencidas por los rayos ardientes de aquel fuego, eclipsan el esplendor de su blanca frente.

El bosque, al tibio soplo de los céfiros, se viste de flores tempranas; mas si viene el Austro nebuloso a desencadenar sus iras, la rama, antes lozana, se despoja de sus galas.

Muchas veces extasía el mar en calma, radiante en la majestad de sus aguas tranquilas, pero si sopla el Aquilón, se levantan furiosas tempestades en las ondas agitadas.

Si tan pasajeras son las formas todas del mundo, si tan profundos son los cambios que experimenta, podrás confiar en las deleznables riquezas de los hombres o en sus bienes fugitivos? Lo único inmutablemente establecido por una ley eterna es la eterna inconstancia de todas las cosas creadas.

~ s

Stiletto

Confidential

Altering any read-only or undefined fields will have indeterminate results – more likely system death.

Hombre blanco

Piense.

South

The false start of September 1911 is a reminder that there is no such thing as an inevitable outcome in the risky enterprise of polar exploration. Methodical and careful, Amundsen was also a man of towering ambition, prey to the same dangerous dreams and impulses that drive all explorers to risk their lives in wild places. Amundsen's greatness is not that he lacked such driving forces but that he mastered them—as his diary entries go on to show. Four days after his premature start Amundsen assessed his party's situation dispassionately and made the decision to "hurry back to wait for the spring. To risk men and animals by continuing stubbornly once we have set off, is something I couldn't consider. If we are to win the game, the pieces must be moved properly; a false move and everything could be lost." The ability to regain and maintain perspective in the pursuit of something as heady as a personal dream is a rare asset. Like other great explorers, Amundsen knew when to turn back.

~ Amundsen

Conspiracy

“When you’re young, you look at television and think, There’s a conspiracy. The networks have conspired to dumb us down. But when you get a little older, you realize that’s not true. The networks are in business to give people exactly what they want. That’s a far more depressing thought. Conspiracy is optimistic! You can shoot the bastards! We can have a revolution! But the networks are really in business to give people what they want. It’s the truth.”

~ Jobs

Afuera

Cold Shot