Un soporte para el monitor con materiales de Ikea


La altura del monitor puede ser un problema para quien trabaja (o disfruta, que no todo va a ser trabajar) con ordenadores. En las oficinas se suele solventar con un par (o los que sean precisos) de paquetes de folios, o quizás con esos tochos calzamesas que algunas empresas editan (vaya usted a saber por qué) y envían a otras empresas (tal vez forme parte de algún acuerdo secreto de intercambio de amasijos inútiles de papel con los que elevar los monitores de los empleados…). La densidad de este tipo de volúmenes en las redacciones de periódicos alcanzó niveles pandémicos en los gloriosos tiempos precrisis, antes de que se pinchasen las diversas burbujas empresariales, así que el asunto está resuelto durante dos o tres generaciones.

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“They cannot see the things that will hurt them. I’ve spared them that. Their lives are blissful. In a way, their existence is purer than ours, freed of the burden of self-doubt.

I read a theory once that the human intellect was like peacock feathers. Just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building — just an elaborate mating ritual.

Maybe it doesn’t matter that we have accomplished so much for the basest of reasons. But, of course, the peacock can barely fly. It lives in the dirt, pecking insects out of the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty.

I have come to think of so much of consciousness as a burden, a weight, and we have spared them that. Anxiety, self-loathing, guilt. The hosts are the ones who are free.

Free here under my control.”

Doctor Robert Ford – Westworld, S01E07, Trompe L’Oeil

The roads we walk


“The roads we walk have demons beneath,
and yours have been waiting for a very long time”

Mycroft Holmes – Sherlock, Series 4


Candelabro en el Duomo de Florencia

Feliz cumpleaños, mamá.


Just let people be sad, by Tatum Fjerstad

[…] This suggests that sadness needs to be explained. It also implies that sadness isn’t socially acceptable and grieving is something people should keep to themselves. Why? Am I unique in thinking that this is kind of fucked? When we’re in our sadness, most of us need the non-judging help, support and love of others to navigate that painful place.

When our friends come to us when they’re sad, why don’t we feel honored that they trust us with such a vulnerable emotion? Why don’t we hold space for them to be whatever they are for as long as they need to be? Why do we think we need to fix them?


Don’t tell your sad friend that she’s too sad. Don’t tell her that she needs to snap out of it. Don’t tell her that she’s too negative or that she just needs to flip her perspective. She needs to get to that place on her own. She needs to know that you’re there for her because you care. Period.


You can disagree with some one else’s sadness, but keep that to yourself. You don’t get to decide what justifies pain in another person’s life. When you can, be there for your friends by listening to them, hearing them and seeing them for what they are: human beings with a vibrant range of completely acceptable emotions. They are ultimately responsible for themselves and they will figure it out someday, but it’s not going to be because you told them to cheer up or gave them some “at least” hypothetical.


Just let people be sad. Sad isn’t wrong or bad. It hurts like hell, but you wouldn’t know pleasure if it weren’t for pain. Okay? Okay.”