<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:02.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cadillo</title><subtitle type='html'>bitácora escrita desde barranquilla, colombia, ciudad entrópica y tropical.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-111628696819773670</id><published>2005-05-16T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:49:40.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Habemus Tigris!</title><summary type='text'>This is a post unrelated to the usual topics haunting this blog (not that there's been many of those lately), but since so many people on the net are searching for information on upgrading to the latest Mac OS, "Tiger", and since before my upgrade I (a) found a lot of very helpful infomation, but (b) still took a bit of a blind leap because very little of what I found pertained to my specific </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/111628696819773670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/111628696819773670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/05/habemus-tigris.html' title='Habemus Tigris!'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-111102228795278192</id><published>2005-03-16T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:45:59.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y es que acaso... ¿no era eso lo que querían?</title><summary type='text'>¿Que no funciona la extradición? ¿Que no fumiga la fumigación? ¿Que el Plan Colombia nanay cucas? ¡Al contrario!, si lo que está es funcionando a las mil maravillas:Bogotá, Colombia (AP). Un alto funcionario de una agencia antidrogas de las Naciones Unidas predijo que los precios de la cocaína en los Estados Unidos y Europa subirán el año que viene, reflejando los frutos de una campaña de seis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/111102228795278192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/111102228795278192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/03/y-es-que-acaso-no-era-eso-lo-que.html' title='Y es que acaso... ¿no era eso lo que quer&amp;iacute;an?'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-111057139616318882</id><published>2005-03-11T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T15:36:38.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El último capo</title><summary type='text'>Hace cinco minutos se fue, extraditado, Miguel Rodríguez Orejuela para Estados Unidos. El último capo, el verdadero capo di tutti capi, el que sobrevivió –comercial y militarmente– a la guerra contra el Cartel de Medellín de Pablo Escobar, el que en algún momento suministró 80% de la cocaína consumida en EEUU, el que por su colaboración a la campaña Samper Presidente desató el proceso 8.000 y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/111057139616318882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/111057139616318882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/03/el-ltimo-capo.html' title='El &amp;uacute;ltimo capo'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-111050555189958071</id><published>2005-03-10T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:07:53.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tildes</title><summary type='text'>Siempre quise tener nombre con tilde, pero la tecnología me ha quitado de encima el peso de esa insatisfacción. Un nombre como –por decir algo– 'Sócrates', por ejemplo, con énfasis visual en alguna sílaba. O al menos uno con diptongo, como 'Eusebio'. Pero en esta era de comunicación digital menos mal que no lo tuve. En Colombia –no sé como sea en otros lados– los mensajes de texto por celular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/111050555189958071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/111050555189958071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/03/tildes.html' title='Tildes'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110980518217567077</id><published>2005-03-02T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T18:21:10.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the avoidance of sainthood</title><summary type='text'>Sent to me by my friend E. From an essay by George Orwell about Gandhi.The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loyalty, that one does not push asceticism to the point where it makes friendly intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110980518217567077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110980518217567077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-avoidance-of-sainthood.html' title='On the avoidance of sainthood'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110945778028956026</id><published>2005-02-26T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T17:43:00.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The five percent nation of porn spam</title><summary type='text'>[A remark inspired by The Art of Porn Spam on this blog]Just got a message from one Paltriness G. Truckling. Subject line: Has your cum ever dribbled and you wish it had shot out?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110945778028956026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110945778028956026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/five-percent-nation-of-porn-spam.html' title='The five percent nation of porn spam'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110945406308751338</id><published>2005-02-26T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:02:34.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Portacuchillos vudú</title><summary type='text'>Contagiado con la manía de admirar artefactos curiosos cuya utilidad es directamente proporcional a mi propensión a comprarlos. Aquí este utilísimo aparato que permite almacenar cuchillos y torturar al mal amado en una sola operación: ¿Será que por una vez logré adelantármele nada más y nada menos que a Margarita, la "gadgetolady" de La Coctelera? Todo un honor... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110945406308751338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110945406308751338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/portacuchillos-vud.html' title='Portacuchillos vud&amp;uacute;'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110943972063038121</id><published>2005-02-26T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:18:00.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y el Oscar es para...</title><summary type='text'>A petición del Wall Street Journal, el economista Andrew Bernard ha desarrollado un modelo estadístico que calcula la probabilidad de que una cinta nominada gane el Oscar a mejor película. No es la primera vez que Bernard, quien enseña Economía Internacional en la Escuela de Negocios Tuck de Dartmouth, utiliza estos modelos para predecir el futuro. En los Juegos Olímpicos de Atenas en 2004, un </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110943972063038121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110943972063038121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/y-el-oscar-es-para.html' title='Y el Oscar es para...'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110921463038008000</id><published>2005-02-26T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T11:38:36.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraq as an enemy is apparently useful</title><summary type='text'>From philg's article on Israel. I could just link to the site, but then I wouldn't be able to (a) point to the exact passage, and (b) quote Phil out of context....consider George W. Bush and his constant talk of a "war against Iraq". Militarily the term "war" does not make much sense. Using 5 percent of the American nuclear arsenal, Iraq could be wiped off the planet in 5 minutes. Limited to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110921463038008000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110921463038008000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/iraq-as-enemy-is-apparently-useful.html' title='Iraq as an enemy is apparently useful'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110934908202255364</id><published>2005-02-25T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:26:20.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camiseta</title><summary type='text'>Visto en Artilugios:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110934908202255364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110934908202255364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/camiseta.html' title='Camiseta'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110917348634363872</id><published>2005-02-23T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T10:44:46.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A name must be an entity</title><summary type='text'>"The tendency has always been strong to believe that whatever received a name must be an entity or being, having an independent existence of its own. And if no real entity answering to the name could be found, men did not for that reason suppose that none existed, but imagined that it was something peculiarly abstruse and mysterious."  —John Stuart Mill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110917348634363872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110917348634363872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/name-must-be-entity.html' title='A name must be an entity'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110907671191812833</id><published>2005-02-22T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:44:10.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seis grados de separación</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--O Breve tratado de proposición decreciente por vaguedad acumulada.--&gt;Corchetes y énfasis añadidos.Caracol Radio, Bogotá, 21 de febrero de 2005."El Ministro de Hacienda, Alberto Carrasquilla, planteó [1] la necesidad de abrir un gran debate nacional [2] para concertar [3] eventualmente [4] lo que podría ser [5] el contenido de una reforma tributaria, que incluya el posible [6] desmonte de los </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110907671191812833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110907671191812833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/seis-grados-de-separacin_22.html' title='Seis grados de separaci&amp;oacute;n'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110884363658945222</id><published>2005-02-19T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T18:33:44.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Internacionalización</title><summary type='text'>1. Cecilia Cubas, hija del ex-presidente de Paraguay Raúl Cubas, es encontrada asesinada en Asunción después de cuatro meses de cautiverio. 2. Las autoridades paraguayas reportan tener pruebas de que las FARC asesoraron y apoyaron a los raptores.3. Gracias a las investigaciones de la policía colombiana y brasilera y de la colaboración de la multinacional Microsoft se descubre que el enlace entre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110884363658945222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110884363658945222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/internacionalizacin.html' title='Internacionalizaci&amp;oacute;n'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110875784733369978</id><published>2005-02-18T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:12:59.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La muerte de la EDT</title><summary type='text'>Informa El Heraldo que a raíz de la decisión de la Superintendencia de Servicios Públicos de subastar los bienes de la Empresa Distrital de Teléfonos de Barranquilla —actualmente en proceso de liquidación— varios concejales de la ciudad "coincidieron" (¿Como así que "varios"? ¿Cuántos? ¿Cuáles?) en que a la EDT no deben rematarla "como trasto viejo." Vale la pena leer la cita completa, que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110875784733369978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110875784733369978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/la-muerte-de-la-edt.html' title='La muerte de la EDT'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110874439208895141</id><published>2005-02-17T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:35:50.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadillo's Theorem</title><summary type='text'>Industrial-philosophical advice for whoever might one day have to go from Computer Science to Industrial Engineering:Industrial processes are not modular.The modularity paradigm sounds good and – sometimes – works well in Computer Science, but it is a mistake to try to apply it to industrial processes.Modularity is elegant: as long as interfaces that connect a component in a system to the others </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110874439208895141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110874439208895141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/cadillos-theorem.html' title='Cadillo&apos;s Theorem'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110868122635954053</id><published>2005-02-17T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:35:15.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teorema de Cadillo</title><summary type='text'>Reflexión y consejo filosófico-industrial para quien deba algún día pasar del ejercicio de la informática al de la ingeniería industrial:Los procesos industriales no son modulares.El paradigma de la modularidad que tan bien suena y tan bien —y, a veces, tan mal— funciona en informática no aplica a los procesos industriales.La modularidad es elegante: siempre y cuando las interfaces que conectan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110868122635954053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110868122635954053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/teorema-de-cadillo_110868122635954053.html' title='Teorema de Cadillo'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110823041240195363</id><published>2005-02-16T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:22:16.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El freno egipcio</title><summary type='text'>En las calles del Cairo en medio del polvo refractario se entrecruzan a distintas velocidades las trayectorias de peatones, carretas, buses, carros, camiones y dromedarios. Es el peor tráfico que he conocido. El derecho a la vía se gana por la velocidad de aproximación y los decibelios del claxon. La muerte o al menos la invalidez es mil veces tentada y mil veces evitada en cada cruce a cada hora</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110823041240195363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110823041240195363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/el-freno-egipcio.html' title='El freno egipcio'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110823087588632552</id><published>2005-02-12T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:46:29.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty pieces of silver</title><summary type='text'>From Frozen Desire, by James Buchan: The Gospels glitter with money, and it is possible, without great effort, to identify which coins Jesus had in mind on each occasion he spoke about money. Those coins, whether Roman, Greek, Phoenician, or Jewish, survive in one or two exemplars, for it's hard to destroy the precious metals. Some were accidentally lost or buried in hoards in times of trouble; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110823087588632552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110823087588632552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/02/thirty-pieces-of-silver.html' title='Thirty pieces of silver'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110718335571765113</id><published>2005-01-31T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:17:37.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Security</title><summary type='text'>This is a translation of my previous post, in which I quoted the text of Alfredo Molano's latest column in the Colombian newspaper El Espectador. Molano is an exiled Colombian journalist who writes on social issues. I have translated the text because I believe it should have wider redearship among non-Spanish-speaking readers who are interested in Colombia. The translation is my own, is very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110718335571765113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110718335571765113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/01/social-security.html' title='Social Security'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110718218837119319</id><published>2005-01-31T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T10:03:44.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Seguro Social</title><summary type='text'>Texto de la última columna de Alfredo Molano en El Espectador:Hospital de Guerrapor Alfredo Molano BravoHe recibido el siguiente correo que, creo, debe ser conocido por mis lectores.“El ISS está en las últimas. Malo para el país y peor para los enfermos que tienen obligatoriamente que usar sus servicios y para sus familiares, que deben mirar horrorizados cómo sus seres queridos agonizan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110718218837119319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110718218837119319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/01/el-seguro-social.html' title='El Seguro Social'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110693004886247459</id><published>2005-01-28T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:40:08.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity and Positivism</title><summary type='text'>From Al Qaeda and What It Means to Be Modern, by John Gray (2003):Enlightenment thinkers like to see themselves as modern pagans, but they are really latter-day Christians: they too aim to save mankind. The ancient pagans did not believe that the mass of mankind could be saved. Or, for that matter, that it was worth saving.Believing that one way of life is best for all of mankind and viewing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110693004886247459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110693004886247459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/01/christianity-and-positivism.html' title='Christianity and Positivism'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110623585765761025</id><published>2005-01-20T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:10:58.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Te acuerdas de Amsterdam?</title><summary type='text'>La semana pasada volví a ver a un amigo que no veía hacía varios años. Me dice:—¿Te acuerdas de Amsterdam?—¿Amsterdam...?—Sí, claro, la vez que fuimos a Amsterdam.—Mmmm, no... no me acuerdo... ¿cuándo fue eso?—En el 97, en el viaje a Europa.—Sí, claro que me acuerdo del viaje a Europa, pero no me acuerdo de haber ido a Amsterdam contigo.—Sí, sí... estábamos en Inglaterra y un fin de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110623585765761025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110623585765761025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2005/01/te-acuerdas-de-amsterdam.html' title='¿Te acuerdas de Amsterdam?'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110418524533190571</id><published>2004-12-27T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:20:23.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muevan las industrias (III)</title><summary type='text'>Todo lo producido industrialmente nos parece estéticamente inferior por razones emocionales que más tienen que ver con la nostalgia que con una supuesta inherente fealdad de lo manufacturado. Nos parece más valiosa una cosa que haya sido hecha "a mano" y en lotes pequeños —ojalá unitarios— que una producida con uniformidad en grandes cantidades. Pero la estética nos apasiona y nos autonombramos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110418524533190571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110418524533190571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/muevan-las-industrias-iii.html' title='Muevan las industrias (III)'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110384956662502325</id><published>2004-12-23T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:00:30.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El poder de la extradición</title><summary type='text'>Solamente en un país en que el sistema judicial es un hazmerreír puede la extradición volverse un arma jurídica y política. El poder intimidatorio y disuasivo de la extradición a EEUU nace de la parsimonia de nuestras cortes y de la porosidad de nuestras cárceles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110384956662502325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110384956662502325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/el-poder-de-la-extradicin.html' title='El poder de la extradici&amp;oacute;n'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110355461626036433</id><published>2004-12-20T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:54:04.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La extradición de "Trinidad"</title><summary type='text'>Le caen encima al Presidente Uribe por su propuesta de no extraditar al guerrillero que se hace llamar "Simón Trinidad" a cambio de la liberación de 63 secuestrados.Dice en El Tiempo que los "detractores [de la propuesta dicen que] no será acogida por la guerrilla".Dice en el mismo periódico la columnista Maria Jimena Duzán que la propuesta de Uribe entorpece un eventual acuerdo humanitario.Dice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110355461626036433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110355461626036433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/la-extradicin-de-trinidad.html' title='La extradici&amp;oacute;n de &quot;Trinidad&quot;'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110321522014538783</id><published>2004-12-16T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:38:05.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caving In To Cuteness</title><summary type='text'>Message to anyone out there reading this: this blog will be bilingual from now on. Spanish is my native tongue. I learned English very young, but Spanish is the language I was raised on, the language I spoke mostly until I was 18 years old, and the language spoken where I now live by my friends, coworkers, relatives, and self.One of the motives for this blog was to exercise my written Spanish, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110321522014538783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110321522014538783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/caving-in-to-cuteness.html' title='Caving In To Cuteness'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110315509157670215</id><published>2004-12-15T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:04:50.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La trouvaille de la journée</title><summary type='text'>Recomendadísimo este blog escrito por una norteamericana en París:  The Pie in Paris</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110315509157670215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110315509157670215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/la-trouvaille-de-la-journe.html' title='La trouvaille de la journ&amp;eacute;e'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110305958790859781</id><published>2004-12-14T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T10:52:23.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man may bleed to death</title><summary type='text'>"The tragedy is that we cannot believe the dogmas of religion and metaphysics if we have the strict methods of truth in heart and head, but on the other hand we have become through the development of humanity so tenderly sensitively suffering that we need the highest kind of means of salvation and consolation: whence arises the danger that man may bleed to death through the truth that he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110305958790859781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110305958790859781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/man-may-bleed-to-death.html' title='Man may bleed to death'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110298360717075657</id><published>2004-12-14T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:11:27.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muevan las industrias (II)</title><summary type='text'>Las culpamos de ensuciar el medio ambiente como si las industrias fueran malvadas per se, y no nuestras preferencias de consumo las que rigen su producción. ¿Que nos horrorizan los hidrocarburos contaminando la atmósfera? Está bien, pero ¿qué tanto estamos dispuestos nosotros a cambiar para aliviar el problema? No me refiero solamente a utilizar menos el automóvil o a convertirlo a gas natural. ¿</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110298360717075657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110298360717075657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/muevan-las-industrias-ii.html' title='Muevan las industrias (II)'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110298139221881501</id><published>2004-12-13T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T16:20:49.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muevan las industrias (I)</title><summary type='text'>Que mis amigos ambientalistas —que son la mayoría— me perdonen, pero a mi lo primero que me gusta ver cuando llego a una ciudad latinoamericana son las espesas columnas de humo de las chimeneas industriales. —Debajo de ellas —me digo a mi mismo— hay máquinas. Y operando esas máquinas, gente.Es lo más lógico del mundo: sin industrias no hay trabajo, y más aún en nuestras economías </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110298139221881501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110298139221881501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/muevan-las-industrias-i.html' title='Muevan las industrias (I)'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110288019697089745</id><published>2004-12-12T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T10:26:19.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidencia</title><summary type='text'>Mientras escribía la anotación anterior sobre el Brasil, iTunes en modo aleatorio cayó sobre Canción para la unidad latinoamericana, de Pablo Milanés, en versión de... ¡Milton Nascimento!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110288019697089745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110288019697089745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/coincidencia.html' title='Coincidencia'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110287655181255843</id><published>2004-12-12T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T09:17:57.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El gigante ignorado</title><summary type='text'>Siempre he creído que los colombianos le damos un lugar demasiado prominente al inglés en la educación de los niños, desestimando al portugués brasilero, que por razones geográficas y económicas debería tener igual o más importancia. Y si en geopolítica y en intercambio comercial Brasil es gigante, culturalmente, también, se está convirtiendo en una superpotencia: tal vez el único país occidental</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110287655181255843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110287655181255843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/el-gigante-ignorado.html' title='El gigante ignorado'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110244217434972742</id><published>2004-12-07T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T12:38:38.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Un engendro de laboratorio</title><summary type='text'>Listerine Cool Mints. ¿Las han probado? Reconozco públicamente que me he vuelto adicto a ellas. Son hojas comestibles color verde translúcido (aunque, a juzgar por su composición, el verde es accesorio; igual las podrían hacer fucsias, amarillas o negras) que se deshacen al contacto con la lengua y que producen una poderosa sensación a menta y a frío. Miden dos por tres centímetros; vienen de a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110244217434972742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110244217434972742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/un-engendro-de-laboratorio.html' title='Un engendro de laboratorio'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110238263128719161</id><published>2004-12-06T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T17:54:02.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca-Cola, México y la verdad</title><summary type='text'>Del libro de Andrés Oppenheimer, Bordering on Chaos: Guerrillas, Stockbrokers, Politicians, and Mexico's Road to Prosperity (1996). Primero la cita en el inglés orignal y abajo traducida al español:Mexicans had such an inborn skepticism that they regarded the very concept of "truth" with great suspicion, as the Coca-Cola Company and other U.S. corporations found in their various marketing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110238263128719161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110238263128719161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/coca-cola-mxico-y-la-verda_110238263128719161.html' title='Coca-Cola, M&amp;eacute;xico y la verdad'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110220304169567863</id><published>2004-12-06T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T15:56:50.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Poseedor de la Fórmula Secreta</title><summary type='text'>En 1886  John Pemberton, un farmaceuta de Atlanta, mezcló agua con azúcar, nuez de cola y cocaína, y creó la Coca-Cola. Pemberton se convirtió así en uno de los héroes de la mitología de la era industrial: el Poseedor de la Fórmula Secreta. Esa era, ahora menguante, hija de la Ilustración, encontró en este personaje un mito prometéico acorde con el nuevo lugar del hombre en el universo. El nuevo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110220304169567863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110220304169567863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/el-poseedor-de-la-frmula-secreta.html' title='El Poseedor de la Fórmula Secreta'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110202490426435610</id><published>2004-12-02T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:37:51.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Economía</title><summary type='text'>Según la revista Portafolio de hoy, se sorprende el gobierno y le cae como un "baldado de agua fría" que el PIB colombiano sólo haya crecido al 2,43% anualizado en el tercer trimestre de 2004.—Voy a ser sincero —exclama el ministro Carrasquilla—, yo quedé muy preocupado con la cifra, yo no quedé tranquilo.Yo tampoco quedé tranquilo después de escucharlo. Es que para ser optimista sobre la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110202490426435610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110202490426435610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/economa.html' title='Econom&amp;iacute;a'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110195438955098269</id><published>2004-12-01T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:54:49.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo derecho</title><summary type='text'>Debería hacer parte de la Declaración de los Derechos del Hombre: el derecho a cambiar de opinión.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110195438955098269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110195438955098269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/12/nuevo-derecho.html' title='Nuevo derecho'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110195405331361535</id><published>2004-11-30T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T10:56:54.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex post facto</title><summary type='text'>Soy víctima frecuente de un instinto generalizador que se agazapa en todo lo que pienso y escribo. En el comentario anterior me refería a la decepcionante oferta músical de los bares de Barranquilla, pero debo agregar que de vez en cuando sale alguno que propone algo distinto. Están, por ejemplo, viejos hitos como La Troja y Rico Melao, que se dedican a una sola cosa, pero la hacen bien y con </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110195405331361535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110195405331361535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/11/ex-post-facto.html' title='Ex post facto'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110151299372009790</id><published>2004-11-29T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:08:07.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La ventanita</title><summary type='text'>Todos los bares en Barranquilla tocan la misma música. Todos. En el norte, el bar de moda (en 2004) se llama Barullo y aunque difiere de otros en cuestiones importantes (éste tiene las paredes pintadas de blanco, por ejemplo), se empecina, como los demás, en tocar todas las noches las mismas canciones.Esto no es solo un efecto de la moda y de los medios. Si así fuese como explicar que todavía </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110151299372009790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110151299372009790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/11/la-ventanita.html' title='La ventanita'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110150345262094081</id><published>2004-11-26T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:46:39.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers and madmen</title><summary type='text'>"Lovers and madmen have such seething brains."  —W. Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110150345262094081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110150345262094081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/11/lovers-and-madmen.html' title='Lovers and madmen'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110148005272587438</id><published>2004-11-26T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T10:50:50.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Algunos ejemplos</title><summary type='text'>Si toleráramos en otros productos lo que a diario le toleramos a los productos de Microsoft, aceptaríamos sin sorpresa cosas como:Cargamos el café en la cafetera pero al activarla sólo vierte agua caliente en la jarra.El teléfono celular siempre marca un número disitinto al que queremos. El efecto es replicable, así que la solución al problema consiste en encontrar en el univeso númerico el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110148005272587438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110148005272587438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/11/algunos-ejemplos.html' title='Algunos ejemplos'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315971.post-110139697163474439</id><published>2004-11-25T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T20:01:24.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El más peligroso de los mundos posibles</title><summary type='text'>El mensaje que le quedó al mundo después del 11 de septiembre de 2001 fue que de ese momento en adelante los ciudadanos serían considerados responsables de los crímenes — reales o supuestos — de sus gobernantes. El terrorismo siempre había sido así — siempre consistió en condenar justos por pecadores — pero fueron las represalias estadounidenses a los ataques de Al Qaeda las que dieron patente de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110139697163474439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9315971/posts/default/110139697163474439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadillo.blogspot.com/2004/11/el-ms-peligroso-de-los-mundos-posibles.html' title='El m&amp;aacute;s peligroso de los mundos posibles'/><author><name>cadillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180390464711648227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
