I just hate...

- I just hate all those TLAs
- TLAs?
- Yes, Three Letter Acronyms

Minor modification of a conversation between me and Jan.

Podcast 3 - Bitricio

Tercera edición del podcast.
Vemos cómo un nombre puede ser confuso para los no-iniciados. Desafortunadamente, también creo que el texto/audio será muy confuso para aquellos que no tienen un conocimiento previo que puede ser necesario. Como ayuda (que no es mucha), les digo que he hecho referencia a ese conocimiento necesario en varias ocasiones en este blog.
Espero en todo caso que les agrade, y que más de uno lo entienda.


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Lágrimas

Perdí las lágrimas que me regalaste. En realidad no las perdí, me vi obligado a tirarlas a la basura, pero es muy rudo decir eso en primera instancia.
Créeme, no fue algo planeado, ni siquiera fue algo que yo haya querido hacer, pero me he mudado, y en mi nuevo hogar no hay lugar para ellas. Las mantuve conmigo y las cuidé hasta el último momento posible, pero después las deseché en el basurero.
Por favor créeme; aprecié mucho tu regalo, me honraste con él, pero ya no tiene lugar en mi vida actual.
Dedicado a Miao Yu

Tres felicitaciones

Hoy es un día de felicitaciones. Brevemente voy a mencionarlas, en el órden en que me enteré de los hechos:

• Hoy es el cumpleaños de Oliver :D ¡Ya sólo soy 12.5 veces más viejo que él!
  
• Hoy Martina y Ricardo unen oficialmente sus vidas, por medio de su boda. Me siento muy feliz por ellos, y en verdad me entristece no poder estar ahí para celebrar con ellos.
• Hoy Torsten se graduó exitosamente de la maestría, con su tesis Decomposition of Weighted Multi-Operator Tree Automata. Para los que digan que la teoría de autómatas está muerta, o que no es excesivamente barroca, esta tesis viene a servir de contraejemplo. Más sobre las ideas que el escuchar la plática me trajo, un poco más tarde.
  

Pues así es, hoy viernes hay motivos para celebrar.

Good bye

This will be the first post written in english in this blog, but this time it is necessary, for I want non-spanish-speakers to read it.
Yesterday we had a farewell celebration, I'm not sure if I can call it a party, for my moving to Leipzig. It could hardly have been better than it was; the setting, the people, the execution, it made me very, very happy.
The celebration was made next to the Elbe, across from the city center, at night. We sat on the grass, and could see the historic buildings, enjoy one of the last good-weather days, before the autumn strikes for real, and grill peacefully. This scene is one I will, for sure, remember when I see back to my days living in Dresden: me, with friends, next to the famous historic buildings, two of which were renovated and re-opened during my two year period here, grilling, eating good (though a little raw, or a little burned) food, drinking a beer (or whatever the next level was at the time), breathing air mixed with the smoke from the grill carried by the wind, greeting a dog that came and with good manners waiter for his bone.
Yesterday I told this so many times that they probably got really tired of listening it, but I have to say it again: Thank you, thank you all, the ones that were there, and the ones that missed, for making my time in Dresden one of the greatest experiences I have ever had, and helping me go over the dark days I had back at the end of 2004, beginnig of 2005 that you might not remember, but I will never forget. Suffering mixed with laughs; that was a short definition of my life.
Before I start crying now, for the tears are fighting hard to leave my lacrimal, let me state who was there: Basti (remember, the lion is never as it is painted), Dung (pronounced something like Dzung), Yusri (his name is Bong, Yusri Bong), the two 'Mads (that arrived late, and I have no picture of, sorry guys), Maria (a friend of Ahmad), and of course, the one that could have not missed this one, Rochy (the other mexican in CL). Some people that would have been very nice to have there, but were not present for different reasons: Vivek, with an endless repository of stories to tell, and a very particular way of doing so; Wiwi, of course, with her joy and laughter; and many others, but if I start giving the names of all, I would never finish.
To finish a great night, while I was waiting for my tram back home, a german approached me, and I was able to chat with him, in german. It was, of course, a very basic conversation: where are you from, what do you do, etc; but I was happy to be able to understand him, and chat gleefully for some five minutes.
That is all, I am not away from Dresden forever, I will still come every week, but now I know that I am not a Dresdner anymore; the master years are over, this was the time planned to leave, one way or the other.