Infinite Pig Theorem

Lately, I’ve been listening a lot to a song which completely matches
our night situation here in Finland: Sol de medianoche (Midnight sun)
by Salón Victoria.


It’s a very soft kind of ska, pretty romantic, made in Mexico City. If you are interested, grab it from here.

Wouter managed to make a nice carton crown (hand-signed by every people
around) for the DPL the day he arrived. Amaya made the hair-style:

Hace dos minutos acabo de recibir un comentario en uno de mis posts antiguos diciendo:

Las tierras gaúchas son Argentina. Las de Brasil, cariocas.


Sólo puedo comentar que: No hables si no sabes, no escribas cosas por
el simple hecho de tener dedos que te permiten hacerlo. No permitas que
con otro comentario más, siendo anónimo, te llame pobre pendejo.


Yo aprendí esa verdad de la vida haciendo lo mismo y siendo cagoteado
varias veces por personas que me hacían deglutir enteras y completas
verdades.

Pues ya puse en línea la primera tanda de fotos de todo el asunto por acá en Helsinki, Finlandia, del DebConf5.


Están acá. Le puse descripciones a todas y cada una de las fotos.

The sun is hitting my back.


I vaguely can see the screen.


I’m thirsty.


I’m too lazy to move to shadow.


I’m too lazy to go to the minimarket and buy beer or juice.


I really miss some good food.


I like people arriving to Helsinki from all over the world.


Anibal has just arrived and he is with his bags in the reception.


Holger has been in his chair for the last two days.


Sauna is too nice and it makes me sweat without even been tired.


I have been with hangover for the last two days.


Everybody loves Amaya.


I have been approved by Ganneff and I’m just waiting for my account to be created.


I like my red-black socks.


Amaya hit Mark Shuttleworth in the face with a frisbee.


Gunnar snors a lot and loudly.


Finland is very far away from home.

My father warned me: ‘Be careful with the Paris-CDG airport, it is a madness thing’.


I was thinking: ‘My old man is now too old-fashioned for this time’.


He was completely right. I almost lost my Paris-Helsinki flight due
disorganization on that airport, nobody knew what the gate was, or when
the plane was leaving. When somebody told me I had to be at terminal 2D
I was a running like a crazy, to not lose the flight, from a terminal
to another. Finally get there, and the signs are confusing. I saw a
screen and tried to find the Helsinki flight. Nothing. Finally asked in
the information desk: Gate 74. Geez.


Upstairs? No, go downstairs, look at the watch, please do not lose the
flight. It has been already 30 minutes since the boarding time and 15
missing for the plane to leave. Arrived gate 74 of terminal 2D, after a
complete security check that even asked me to take my shirt off (the
aduana was even lighter). Show my boarding pass (already given to me in
Mexico City airport) to the lady. ‘Sorry sir, this flight is leaving to
Florence’. ‘What? They told me 74 was my gate’. ‘No, see the screen,
this gate is leaving to Florence’ (Starting to feel unconfortable and
said some bad words to her in Spanish). ‘So, what is my gate?’. She
checked on the computer and said: ‘Sorry, I have not that information’.
More bad words in Mexican Spanish.


Next gate. Show the boarding pass, ‘sorry, this gate is for Milan,
London, !Helsinki, !Helsinki, !Helsinki’. Asked again in an information
desk. ‘Where the bloody shit is my gate for this boarding pass,
Madam?’. She did not understood my very bad and poor English, I guess
so she pointed me with other guy. After reading the boarding pass
information: ‘Try gate 80, sir’. ‘Try? Are you fucking kidding me?’. On
my way to gate 80, I showed the pass to the lady on that gate. ‘Yes,
sir, this is the gate’. Geez, finally. ‘Do you have your coupon?’,
‘coupon? What bloody coupon? I don’t know, take all my papers and let
me go’. ‘I cannot let you go in unless you have a coupon’. Shit. Showed
all my papers, even my old passport. I was getting more angry and she
was upset because of my mood, also. Finally appeared, is the ticket a
coupon? If not, it is for her.


10 seconds later, I was already on the bus that took the last four
passengers to the plane. 5 minutes more it closed doors. 7 minutes
later, the plane was moving.


Is it normal this thing on Paris-CDG? Maybe it is only a bad
experience, but it made me (it still does) mad. Paris would be great
for a tourist visit, but no for losing a connection flight. And I
didn’t even see the Eiffel Tower

Estoy haciendo planes para que, al llegar a Helsinki, pueda hacer un
viaje relámpago alrededor de la capital finlandesa. Mi ruta sería como
la del mapa (hacer clic):

Llegaré a Helsinki el miércoles 6 de julio, por la tarde, como a las 6
ó 7. Como seguramente llegaré muerto (ya me pasó al ir a Madrid en
mayo), me echaré como tronco y seguramente amaneceré hasta el día
siguiente. El día 7 inspeccionaré la zona (el HUT, que es donde nos
quedamos), y el día 8 pretendo salir, como al mediodía, con rumbo a
Tallin, Estonia, país que está situado al sur de Finlandia, sólo
separados por el Golfo de Finlandia. Para llegar, tomaré un ferry que
hace alrededor de 3 horas.

Llegando a Tallinn como a las 4 de la tarde, buscaré uno de los hostels
que tengo ya investigados y saldré a conocer y en la noche procederé a
conocer la vida nocturna. Al día siguiente, sábado 9 de julio, saldré
de Tallinn y de Estonia con rumbo hacia Riga, Latvia (también se le
llama a este país Letonia, pero es más común como Latvia). Saldré de
Tallin como al mediodía, vía autobús, y hace como 5 horas.

En Riga, haré algo similar, quedarme en uno de los hostels
identificados y salir a conocer y a parrandear. Al día siguiente,
domingo 10 de julio (día en que oficialmente empieza el DebConf),
tomaré un ferry hacia Estocolmo, Suecia, alrededor de las 4 de la
tarde. Para ello es necesario cruzar el Mar Báltico. Estaría llegando a
tierras suecas el lunes 11 de julio a las 9 de la mañana (sí, son más
de 15 horas por ferry).

En Estocolmo haría lo mismo, quedarme en un hostal una noche y al día
siguiente, martes 12 de julio, tomaría un ferry de regreso a Helsinki.
Como nota cultura, el ferry haría una escala en una isla sueca llamada
Mariehamn. Estaría de regreso a Helsinki, como al mediodía del
miércoles 13 de julio, tiempo suficiente para disfrutar de DebConf y de
la compañía de toda la gente involucrada.

Y hasta donde tengo entendido, no necesito visa para entrar a Estonia,
ni a Latvia. Finlandia y Suecia es definitivo que no. Ojalá tuviera
alguien que me acompañara.

Recently, I read on Jordi’s blog (called Lawaloca, explanation in spanish) about Audioscrobbler.


This is a music profile builder, which makes a nice webpage with the
music you listen. You have to register in their website, download a
plugin (official Debian packages for some of them are available) for
most of the music players out there (including XMMS/Beep Media Player,
Amarok, Rhythmbox and Windows/MacOS players), activate it by entering
your username and password and that’s all, start listening to your
music normally. The information of each song is retrieved by their
ID3v2 tags.


My profile lists the recently played songs and nice charts by week, top
artists, top songs, etc. You can also have a network connection with
your friends, similar to Orkut. Some recommendations are also made for
you, depending on your track of songs; similar profiles, etc.


This is a nice, funny thing. Specially since lurking on other profiles
is fun. And yes, this is also a chance to find different and unusual
music all around the globe with real-life people.

I’m completely desperate. I just can’t take life here anymore, and reading Amaya is leaving tomorrow for Helsinki; p2, Wouter and Holger (green hair!) already nearby; makes it only an anxious feeling to leave. Also, I called today Gunnar,
since he was supposed to give me some shirts to carry to Helsinki (but
he won’t carry too many shirts, so he doesn’t need my back (still
hurts) anymore); he is leaving tomorrow (big fat lucky bastard :-*).


Things at my house are just shit. We live in a shitty place (my mother
was just pushed and threatened outside the house, while taking her car
of the garage, by a Mr. Nobody, because of some issue with my father,
who works as a freelance lawyer). Is this normal? Are we supposed to
live with fear of being attacked? Even worst, is it normal for me to
see my mother go out for work and fear she (or my sister) get
kidnapped? Is this the “safer place” our major is talking about almost
everyday? Is this the “different government” that president Vicente Fox
says it is (since five years ago)? Is it so fucking normal to see my
mother, who is almost 50, go out for work everyday, and return 8 hours
later tired? All this is shit. Really. I’ll leave as soon as I can.


And in the work the things are not better. I just can’t take my boss
who does not give me any work to do in the last two weeks. Some people
could think that that rocks, but not for me. Am I doing something
wrong? Am I going to be fired soon? Why is everybody nuts because of
the work load and not me? I was not allowed to go to Brazil (FISL)
one month ago, because I was at Castellón two months ago, and I’m going
to be at Finland next week, but, all of that is normal? I feel
sometimes tied to this company (which yes, they have gave much to me,
at least). I’m working because I need the money for the university, but
what if I lose my job? I’m going to be a 20/21 years old guy without
job, without school and completely frustrated.


It is probably summer vacations also. I mean, in the school side. Or
the uncertainty of everything. I just have to leave soon (only 5 days
left) or I’ll jump from this building (six floors).


Getting back from Finland, I’ll just wait a couple of weeks to return
to school, that’ll help. Hopefully. And then, I’ll start saving for my
next trip: Germany 2006.


Thinking in the future makes life a little less worst.