Last week (July 7-13) was basically hell on Earth, for me and for the group that somehow got the name Cabras locas, of which I am part since I joined the National Pedagogical University, where I worked full-time 2003-2005.
It was, yes, the first of my officially three weeks of Summer holiday at IIEc-UNAM, so no problems here. So, why hell on Earth? Because we were in charge basically of anything related with information flow, retrieval and manipulation at the 11th International Congress on Mathematical Education, in Monterrey.

In this Free Software movement we have many mottos - One of which, describing what motivates us to work writing code, is scratch where it itches.
Of course, I could not keep it to myself - Almost a week ago, I took part of the World Naked Bike Ride. What I didn't tell you... Is that it became obvious I cannot reach most of by back - And it's because I'm mostly careless. When the WNBR started, it was still quite cloudy, even starting to rain... so I was mostly careless.

After thinking it over a couple of times, I did it. I told you here about the World Naked Bike Ride. Thousands of bikers, in over 130 cities around the world, voiced their concerns about the lack of caution drivers have towards us, about the abuse of fossil fuels for urban transportation, about the easy we are not to be seen. Many among us have been run over by careless drivers (in my case, no consequences except a broken helmet - And yes, MJ: although the impact was on the flat surface of the road and not on the kerb, the strength of the impact still amazes me).

Exists. Feels nice. Makes me float. Is it real?
On the other hand... Fear exists as well...
And there even are nice sparks in my temporal reality...

I think I should follow up on Victor's lament. Yes, we have a Rails application which works fine most of the time... But quite often, throws out a segmentation fault I just have been unable to pin-point. It might be related to rmagick, the only non-pure-Ruby component I am using (and I'm tempted to try minimagick instead, even if I prefer in-memory operations than on-disk, piping an image and slurping it again).

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Sometimes, when you don't want something to happen... You don't even talk about it. Sometimes you try hard not even to think about it - Well, it wasn't so in this case, as it has been a long time devoted to... Thinking, thinking a lot.
The important thing is that I feel there is a fact I should have shared with the people I consider close to me. And some people do know it, of course, but it has been hardest for me to share this with who I consider my closest friends - maybe out of hope that the result will be something different?

Every now and then, I want to understand a bit better English. Today, when Joeyh mentioned nettle soup, I had to ask Wikipedia what a nettle is. And Joey, no wonder it itches... It refers to around 45 species of genus Urtica in the family Urticaceae - In Spanish, of course, urtica is known as ortiga, or as blind person's herb, as even a blind person will quickly recognize it to touch - Touching it will cause the apt-named urticaria, which Joey seems to have discovered and learnt to fear.

May 1st is a holiday in many countries around the world - It is, at least, here in Mexico. So, what's a man to do when faced with really-crappy network connectivity at home?
Yesterday I had dinner with Gigio, and among many other things, we talked about the Ciclotón, which I've only done twice. And on my way back home, I crossed (twice) the path of a group of ~100 cyclist going over Colonia Roma.

I like them. And if there is such a thing, I hope they carry good luck with them - Not that I believe in good luck, but anyway - Yesterday was a very good day, in quite many fronts. And it's nice to make a nice, closed leap on so many bases:

>> puts [was,am].map {|age| [98,111,100,120].map {|s| sprintf "%#{s.chr}", age}.join(', ')}
11111, 37, 31, 1f
100000, 40, 32, 20

And just for coolness sake: It gets even better when looking at coincidence with my father - at least for the next couple of months: