I’ve got her in my head
At night when I go to bed
And I know it sounds lame, but
She’s the girl of my dreams.
And of course I’d do anything for her
I’d search the moons of Endor
I’d even walk naked through
The deserts of Tatooine.
Princess Leia, where are you tonight?
And who’s laying there by your side?
Every night I fall asleep with you
And I wake up alone.
Continue reading “A New Hope”
Odio la Navidad.
A mediados de los años cuarenta, un Teniente Coronel del ejército español llamado Manuel Chamorro se refirió a la interceptación de las comunicaciones ajenas como “la portera de la casa enemiga, que recoge todo lo que en la misma se dice y refiere todo lo que en ella se habla”. De seguir vivo hoy, seguramente pediría la Medalla al Mérito Adivinatorio. Hoy más que nunca, España es un nido de porteras que todo lo quiere cotillear.
Continue reading “Gran Portera (por Arturo Quirantes)”
I have been asked to talk about what I consider the most important challenge facing mankind, and I have a fundamental answer. The greatest challenge facing mankind is the challenge of distinguishing reality from fantasy, truth from propaganda. Perceiving the truth has always been a challenge to mankind, but in the information age (or as I think of it, the disinformation age) it takes on a special urgency and importance.
We must daily decide whether the threats we face are real, whether the solutions we are offered will do any good, whether the problems we’re told exist are in fact real problems, or non-problems. Every one of us has a sense of the world, and we all know that this sense is in part given to us by what other people and society tell us; in part generated by our emotional state, which we project outward; and in part by our genuine perceptions of reality. In short, our struggle to determine what is true is the struggle to decide which of our perceptions are genuine, and which are false because they are handed down, or sold to us, or generated by our own hopes and fears.
Continue reading “Remarks to the Commonwealth Club (by Michael Crichton)”
My so called life* 