Sunday, October 14, 2007


This year I have lost 5 people, all dear to me, two of them fundamental to my soul. And in all, like always, I feel like I never really appreciated them until they were gone.

I first lost a great man, Guillermo Colon, my then-girlfriend's grandfather. A very wise man, full of experiences to relate regarding everything from construction to war experiences and many other things in between. He was like a living book, full of adventures and a life that was full of love and energy. He left behind a loving wife and a great daughter, the mother of my other.

I lost my grandmother, Blanca Viera. A wonderful woman, who taught me many things and who served as the focal point of my family on my mother's side. I miss her terribly, and still remember fondly how she used to bring bubbles to the tub when I was bathing, just to make me happy. She leaves behind two daughters and a husband, not to mention the grandkids.

I lost Zulma Cordero, a person who at first glance would not seem to really carry that much meaning in my heart except for a single shred of a memory, the only one I still remember of her. I remember sitting with her, in front of a giant projector machine, which she used to amplify reading materials, since she was almost blind. I remember the letters were the size of my face. I carry the strong impression that she was one of the people who taught me how to read when I was a child, and that frozen image of her with her projector and me with the huge letters fills me with warmth and sadness whenever I bring it up in my mind. She leaves behind two brothers, and her parents. Her godchild, my brother, whom she cared little for, was the person who dragged her out of where she died, when the paramedics came. No godchild should have to carry her dead godmother, the same way no father should watch her daughter dead.

I lost my other, Chrisenid Hernandez, just a few months ago. My girlfriend of almost-but-not-quite six years, she took all meaning in my life with her. But I don't blame her. I treated her unfairly and emotionally abusively, from my jealousy at the beginning to my random escapades with friends at the end. I wish the best for her, and that she may find someone that truly loves and cherishes her. Funny that, once when we were starting, she asked me for a star. And, as usual, I figure out how to give it to her only too late for it to be of any use. She leaves behind dreams of a home and children, cats and dogs, a loving family.

Finally, I lost myself, today. I lost my dreams and hopes, my desires and fantasies. I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing left in this old shell of a life that remains, and decided to give up everything and start again. Will probably leave for the Air Force or some similar program, something that hopefully takes me far away, not to come back. Too many painful memories in this island.

To all who read this, value what you have. Cherish every second, every kiss, every caress, every smile. You never know when you might lose it, or which will be the last one.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

NASA Collections

NASA Collections

Photosynth NASA collections. very cool, if you ask me.



Sunday, July 08, 2007

Saturday, June 16, 2007



This is pretty sweet!

Saturday, May 12, 2007



Cool little fiction piece from Neal Stephenson about the future of an electronic currency.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

52 Gaming Similes To Describe Your Relationship

47. Final Fantasy. No matter what we go through, we’re fully refreshed after a good night’s sleep.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Cool Dollar Origami - Financial Hack

Cool Dollar Origami - Financial Hack: "Cool Dollar Origami"

WiPeer - Serverless Peer to Peer Collaboration

WiPeer - Serverless Peer to Peer Collaboration: "What is WiPeer ?
WiPeer enables sharing files directly among computers, playing multi-player games, chatting, and collaboration over both Wi-Fi and home/office networks."

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Proof, at last!!

Monday, March 12, 2007


VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

– V's introduction to Evey

Friday, March 09, 2007

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Paper Phoenix

Master Paper-Fu

Saturday, January 06, 2007


Wednesday, January 03, 2007


After an extensive combat, the fight appears to be in a stalemate. All combatants are blazing in their animas, coronas in full glory. Both the abyssal and solar circles have been badly wounded, and are most probably running low on essence. Yet neither side will stand down.

Suddenly, Mateo pokes his head out from where he was hiding, beneath some rubble that had been knocked earlier. In the time it takes Naya to yell an anguished "NO!!!", already knowing the potential outcome, The Abyssal known as Stalker of Dreams and Desires smiles, and suddenly vanishes in a burst of speed. Naya still hasn't finished her single syllable when a crash of metal on metal is heard, and all that can be seen is Shiho, the circle's Night caste, standing in front of Mateo, body extended in a kick, apparently angled to an opponents chest. The heat glow from where their swords impacted is still visible, and keeps my eyes on it for the time it takes Stalker of Dreams to fly through the air, back to where he was standing, landing in a heap.

Shiho calmy says, as she sheaths her twin swords, "That is the definition of a coward."

Monday, January 01, 2007


After an extensive fight, we seem to have finally escaped, successfully rescuing Mateo. He's tired, and slightly wounded, but is alive, which is what matters. Suddenly, as we clear the courtyard, I notice red essence lines snaking through the floor, to different points of the courtyard. Knowing what's coming next, and also knowing this fight is way over Mateo's league, I yell at the others "Magma Kraken!!" as I lift my right hand, gathering essence into a disk, while I reach for Mateo with my left hand, bringing him close to me. As I pull him close, holding him, the disk slowly washes down around us, forming a crystalline dome, which is quickly put to the test as a gigantic tentacle made of magma pulls up from the ground, and tries to smash us. My barrier holds, thankfully, but I don't know how long can I hold. The look on Mateo's face, scared, gives me the resolve I need to protect him. Like I said I would all those years ago.

Love Letters - An Animated Proposal - v2.0

Cold Ground for a Summer Love

Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic, but this is both beautiful and horribly sad...

"When we were apart, all we did was talk about how we could hold each other again when he came back," Kira said, plucking at the grass around his grave. "Now that he's back, we're only a few feet apart and I still can't hold him."