Microsoft rediseña la caja del iPod

Porfolios

Checkeen el portfolio de mi tocayo Dave Werner que descubrí ayer. Bastante impresionante.

Otros portfolios que que en su momento me gustaron más allá de lo trabajos en si:

- Stardust (carajo, recién entré y lo cambiaron y no está tan bueno como antes, pero en el porfolio de Joshua Davis, el tipo que lo programó, hay unos screenshots si quieren ver),
- Ars Thanea,
- S&B (está bueno ver los Case Studies),
- Non-Stop, Super Shapes, Cuban Council (de los primeros porfolios de una página que vi),
- Xylem,
- Bleed (en realidad es medio bardo pero se ve bien),
- Yann Arthus Bertrand (otro sitio donde se complicaron un poco al pedo pero las fotos valen la pena).

Si quieren dejen sus favoritos en los comentarios...

La Foto

Las No Fotos

Cordobita

Hola todos. Estoy en Cordoba de vacaciones (aunque trabajando en una laptop y estudiando un poco y nada). Disculpen que no estoy contestando mails ni mucho menos comentarios, estoy con una conexión de modem triste (16800bps para los memoriosos entendidos). Vuelvo la semana que viene. Y subiré unas fotos.

Y siguiendo con el tema de la entradas, acá un amigo me dice que vende 2 entradas para U2 para el 1o. si a alguien le interesa mándele un mail a horaferreyra@ciudad.com.ar con una oferta.

Saludos estimados.-

Rolling Stones

Una amiga tiene dos entradas de campo para ver a los Rolling Stones el martes y las quiere cambiar por entradas para el jueves. A alguien le interesa? Escríbanle a agusarias@hotmail.com.

Plagio o Pastiche

Del DRAE:

plagiar

(Del lat. plagiāre).
1. tr. Copiar en lo sustancial obras ajenas, dándolas como propias.
2. tr. Entre los antiguos romanos, comprar a un hombre libre sabiendo que lo era y retenerlo en servidumbre.
3. tr. Entre los antiguos romanos, utilizar un siervo ajeno como si fuera propio.
4. tr. Am. Secuestrar a alguien para obtener rescate por su libertad.

Esto por ejemplo es plagio.

En este sentido creo que el caso del post anterior, aunque claramente tomaron el stencil de fase, lo retocaron un toque, y le agregaron bastante, no es plagio ya que no está copiando la sustancia, la idea, la escencia. Es un "prestamo"? o un reciclaje entonces?

O es un pastiche?

pastiche.

(Del fr. pastiche).
1. m. Imitación o plagio que consiste en tomar determinados elementos característicos de la obra de un artista y combinarlos, de forma que den la impresión de ser una creación independiente.

No se. A ustedes qué le parece? Más allá de la palabra que se use. Está mal?

Poco serio

Stencil de Fase Versus. publicidad de Leo Burnet para La Nación. Uya.

Avisos Varios - Bashan I. Bean

- Nikita Nipone advierte: "que pueden ver la première del video clip de ¨Carne Humana¨ desde sus cálidos hogares. El día Viernes 10 de Febrero a las 17:30 hs. en CM (Canal de la Música), canal 61 de Cablevisión, estaremos dando una nota y presentando el video-clip en el programa ¨Desde Abajo¨. Pronto estará rotando en Much Music, en MTV y demás canales."

Yo no creo que los pueda ver así que si alguien tiene facilidad para grabar cosas de la tele y me quiere hacer el favor, le estaría muy agradecido.

- Mi "hermana-segunda-in-law" María Lombardi tiene una nueva página que está bastante linda y completa. Vayan y vean.

- Me pareció muy bueno este artículo que resume las nuevas modas y paradigmas en "state-of-the-art web design". Además los ejemplos están buenos. Vayan y vean.

- Add N to X ha sumado a PAbloxxxx a su staff así que puede que ahora se reactive un poco la cosa. Vayan y vean.

- Mi "compañera de estudio" Lucre L. (las comillas aplican no porque sea más que eso, sino más vale lo contrario, porque no estudiamos un carajo y cualquier escusa parace buena para suspender las sesiones, como el link en cuestión) escribió un artículo sobre Jordi Labanda para el blog Visualmente. Bashan I. Bean.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Se que a nadie le gusta leer cosas muy largas en la computadora pero les aseguro que esto vale la pena. Es una transcripción del discurso que dio Steve Jobs, fundador y CEO de Apple, a los graduados de Stanford el año pasado.

--

Si tienen iTunes también pueden ver el video entrando a Stanford on iTunes de acá.

____

"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the
finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth
be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.
Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big
deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed
around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So
why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed
college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She
felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so
everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his
wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that
they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list,
got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected
baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother
later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that
my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the
final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my
parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college
that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class
parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six
months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to
do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it
out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their
entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work
out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of
the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop
taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping
in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the
floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to
buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday
night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved
it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and
intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one
example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy
instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every
label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had
dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to
take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif
and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between
different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great.
It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science
can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life.
But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh
computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac.
It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never
dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never
had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows
just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have
them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this
calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful
typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots
looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear
looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect
them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow
connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut,
destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and
it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky that I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I
started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in
10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2
billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our
finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned
30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you
started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very
talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things
went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and
eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors
sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been
the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let
the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the
baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob
Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very
public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley.
But something slowly began to dawn on me that I still loved what I did.
The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been
rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple
was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of
being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner
again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most
creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another
company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would
become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer
animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful
animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple
bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT
is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a
wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired
from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient
needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose
faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I
loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true
for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a
large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do
what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to
love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't
settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it.
And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the
years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live
each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be
right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33
years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If
today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about
to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in
a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever
encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost
everything that all external expectations, all pride, all

fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the
face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that
you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of
thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no
reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in
the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even
know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly
a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no
longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get
my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means
to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10
years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure
everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for
your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy,
where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and
into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells
from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that
when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying
because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that
is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the
closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now
say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful
but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to
die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one
has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very
likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It
clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you,
but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and
be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.
Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other
people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out
your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow
your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want
to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole
Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was
created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park,
and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late
1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all
made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of
like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was
idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog,
and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was
the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final
issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you
might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath
it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell
message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always
wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish
that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much." - Steve Jobs - June 2005

Algo por el estilo

- En antitetánica puse unas fotos de Thomas Wylde, una nueva marca medio goth-chic-no-se-que, que parece estar haciéndose la gran cosa en USA.

- No me impresionaron demasiado las nuevas presentaciones de Raf Simons y Comme des Garçons (dos de mis favoritos).

- Sí me gustó bastante lo nuevo de Dsquarded2 (recomendado por John S.).

- Acuérdense de visitar Hel-looks periódicamente.

Un año no es nada

Hoy este simpático blog al que todos adoran cumple un año de vida. Viva!

Thunder trip

Fui un par de días a vistitar a Gu y Puch a Punta del Este con Agus. Se estaban quedando en un super departamento prestado en Casa Pueblo. A pesar de los pronósticos de lluvia nos tocaron dos días de maravilla.



No le compré la postal al trapito del estacionamiento pero me dejó sacarle una foto. Después me dijo que la borre, que había salido mal, que saquemos otra. Cuando le dije que ya la había borrado se fue riéndose.



Decí que soy re vivo.



Además saqué mis propias fotos. De la terraza:







de la luna:



Gu que se intromete en mi foto a la luna:



El Puch haciéndonos un asado (por suerte: la milanesa en el restaurante salía 20 dólares)



Otra foto a la luna y bahía.



Gu arma. Más tarde se perdería misteriosamente la tuca.



Puch presentó su primer simple en Cassette.



Se le entrega un cheque millonario.



La prensa como loca.



En lo de Gu también se estaban quedando Juanma y su gato Micky.



Y a mi no me gustan nada los gatos pero este es lo más. Nos hicimos buenos amigos.



Y lo llevamos a la Playa.



Y desfilamos juntos en Bikini.



Y es tan buen mozo que una amiga de Juanma trajo su gata para ver si pegaban onda. Pero era medio histérica y prefirió quedarse en su jaula.



Claro que no faltó la paleta.





Más tarde, volviendo de la playa Gu empieza a hacer zig-zag a 100km/h para salir del punto ciego de un auto de adelante que viene "despacio como un boludo" por el carril de la izquierda.



Así que mejor saco fotos y miro para otro lado.



Cuando llegamos (gracias a Dios) a Casa Pueblo nos espera un lindo atardecer.



Y saco más postaloides.





Y esa noche aparece la tuca perdida en el asado de la noche anterior cogando de una tela araña.



Así que esa noche fuimos al casino del Conrad y jugué a chance, y jugué unas 6 manos, y nunca tuve tanta suerte, no perdí ni una, y me pagué las mini vacaciones.



y Colorín Colorado.

Menos Mal

2.-Alcance geográfico:
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