El fin de las cosas simples
Levantarse a las nueve sin apuro, duchas largas, sentarse con un libro bajo el ciruelo...
Levantarse a las nueve sin apuro, duchas largas, sentarse con un libro bajo el ciruelo...
Mañana empiezan los parciales en la facultad, así que aproveché que me quedé sin tinta para limipar la pluma, una paper-mate de quince pesos (hace unos seis años) que no dice nada pero tampoco me falló nunca. Algo de agua tibia y quedó como nueva.
It costed almost nothing but some screws and metal angles. Things I picked up from the street / junk:
Things already on hand:
Looks like something from the trash? Why yes! And I like it that way. It runs happily with anything between 7v and 20v (all the power bricks laying around) and as a nice side effect that lets me select the color temperature from a mild pink to a colder white.
Third time in less than a hour I see this in datasheets and other technical documents. Funny thing is that different manufacturers of the same part disagree about whether we students should use their information.
Fuck it. I'm gonna play baroque music with the flute 'till your head explodes, my lips sore and Bach rises from his grave asking for mercy. Then I'll crank the bass amp all way up to 11 while playing some candombe as if I were Seppälä. Even better, i'll put some records of the original, hope you don't mind the noise. It's really fun when you try to study or sleep and you people are constantly shouting with 'La Champions' at full blast, as if it was enough to cover up your fights. I swear if it wasn't for the rain and the fact that I can barely keep the balance at this hour I'd cut your connection to the power grid.
- El otro dia vi en el cable a la pianista esa que te gusta, la Lewis Carroll
- Esteee, cómo? Ese es el de "Alicia en el Pais de las Maravillas", y es muy difícil que lo hayas visto en vivo. No será Carol Williams?
- Ahhh si esa, se llaman todos parecido