—How much does a translation cost?
—Well, it may be a per-case matter.
HOW TO MAKE MORE MONEY (by increasing your volume).
THE EVER-CHANGING PRICES OF SOME SERVICES (and... products).
Also, I think other ways to be disruptive ought to be by "shaking the beehive" in the rest of the world's direction or, sometimes, in oneself's direction!
—Who will get the honey...?
—Well, who knows...?
OKAY.
I am going to get right to it.
HOW TO MAKE MORE MONEY (by increasing your volume).
And, no I am not going to charge $47 —as some vendors do at Clickbank (www.clickbank.com "A global Internet retailer"; "Premier Internet retailer", etcetera), a somewhat famous Boise-based company— per two hyped and useless e-books and a set of six equally useless and time-consuming DVD's; no, you will get this info FOR FREE, here and right now.
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1. It has come the time when some freelancers/professionals should consider to charge different, ever-changing prices for the services they perform.
This SYSTEM has worked and is working for me. As an English-Spanish translator, I have not set a fix price; instead, I charge from 2 to 12 pennies per word (source word count, id est, source language), depending on:
A) Field/theme. If I like the theme, I will be charging less, because my fingers will be easily sliding (and even "flying") over my keyboard, as if all of it were a game, a hobby or a passion play. If I really enjoy the task, maybe I will be charging less.
B) Length of the material to be translated; the number of words to be translated.
C) Complexity of the subject matter of their content.
D) Turnaround time. How quickly are they looking to have their content translated? There are no reliable averages, as a given translator can translate about 2,000 words per day, and other translator can translate 4,500 words per day.
Some translators charge "n" amounts for editing and proofreading.
(Editing and proofreading, at least for me, are easy tasks to do, so I seldom charge for these ones, provided I have translated the texts.)
And... when a client happens to ask for a per-hour pricing, I charge a "whopping" $400.00
(U.S. currency) per hour!, payable IN ADVANCE... with the aim of not to be assigned to a per-hour task. And I have always come successful at this.
For other translators, who charge 12 cents per word, their per-hour price could be... Well, let us say that, as I have mentioned above, some translators translate an average of up to 2,000 words of content per day; now, let us take that number and divide it by an 8-hour work day. That leads us to about 250 words per hour.
Those translators offer their translation services for $0.12 per word. Multiply 250 words by $0.12/word. That comes up to $30.00/hour.
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Sometimes I am so busy, that I reply e-mails one week after I have received them! So if someone (an entrepreneur, owner, company, industrial entity, etcetera) wants or ahem, REALLY NEEDS an urgent translation, it may be a matter of "luck", for him/her/it, and for me as well.
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http://search.proz.com/employers/rates
E) I deliver the translated text in Word 2003 format or WordPad, or simple txt (the client's choice); I do not format texts, not even in PDF (portable document format). I rarely translate captions in Excel, and when I do, I charge a lo-o-o-t more.
F) The value I give to MY time at any given moment of the day/week.
G) My pending tasks, if any.
H) My mood at that time. I can feel high- or low-spirited, motivated, exhilarated, etcetera.
I) The nature/temperament of my client, is he/she/it a demanding, penny-pincher, angry individual/company?, or maybe a gentle, serene, relaxed person/enterprise?
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Please, let me post a digression:
At http://launchastartup.com/odesk-vs-elance/ you should read at least two paragraphs, one which starts with the following words: "Here’s how it is supposed to work", and another one, which starts this way: "Here’s how it actually works".
Please, let me make it clear, SOMETIMES I charge less, but nonetheless I deliver quality translations.
End of the digression.
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All of that said, please let me pinpoint two paramount factors:
I. THESE ARE PER-CASE MATTERS. It does not apply a list of several pre-set prices policies, because there are so many factors involved. You are not buying a cheese burger, french fries, and a Coca-Cola. You are rather buying variably-priced "vegetables" and "fruits". As far as I know, no one will be reading a PRICE LIST when it comes to translations.
II. Each task, each translation project requires a unique approach and there are a lot of variables involved in determining its price.
Sure, I know this SYSTEM of changing prices IS NOT for everyone... Maybe it is not for physicians, engineers, public accountants, programmers, pilots, drivers, teachers, nurses, etcetera, etcetera.
And if you are a translator (or maybe a graphic designer), and a client of yours happens to tell you or e-mail you something like: "... But last month you charged me only four cents per word! (or 20 dollars for the graphic design of a page or a couple of pages), why are you trying to charge [...] now?", you can reply: "At this time, this is the price... This is my final offer at this very moment; you can take it or leave it".
The prices of cucumbers, potatoes, melons, strawberries, commodities, shares, oil!, etcetera, keep going up and down all of the time...
I even inform them about the phone numbers or e-mail addresses of some of my competitors! I am not afraid to lose a client.
Besides, there are Websites like freelancer.com upwork.com guru.com verbalize.com translatorscafe.com proz.com mytranslation.com mytranslation.net
By the way, perhaps mytranslation.net is not so good: At http://translationethics.blogspot.com/p/blacklist-m.html a translator wrote: "Furthermore, I would like to confirm the comments about MyTranslation.net. I cancelled my account after one day - the rates are the lowest of all agencies (0.04 - 0.05 EUR per source word), yet the translator takes care of all the administrative tasks, dealing directly with clients as if they were indeed, direct clients! Normally, this is the work of Project Managers. Not a good deal. Many thanks once again for your valuable Translation Blog."
BEWARE OF SCAMS:
You can read some blacklists at:
http://translationethics.blogspot.com
I have adopted the above-mentioned policy of changing prices based upon the philosophy and ideas of futurologist and social scientist Alvin Toffler (New York City, 1928- ). In his 1990 book Powershift, he says that state-of-the-art technology is accelerating the pace of business, human relationships, etcetera.
And, I can keep remembering that prices of cucumbers, potatoes, melons, strawberries, commodities, shares, oil!, etcetera, keep going up and down all of the time...
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Now, if you happen to find some typos, errors, etcetera, in this post, you may ask: "Is this guy saying he is a translator?", please bear in mind that I have stated that I am an English-Spanish translator, AND NOT VICE VERSA!
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viernes, 29 de abril de 2016
miércoles, 27 de abril de 2016
La Chacha Micaila
In English:
The Chacha* Micaila
*Chacha is an apheresis of "muchacha" (girl).
*Chacha es una aféresis de "muchacha".
(La Muchacha Micaela)
The girl [called] Micaela
by Antonio Guzmán-Aguilera (1894-1958)
My house, little mother of my soul
what for do I want it anymore?,
if the dove has flown from the nest
if I miss the warmth of her body,
if her canaries have been dying
because of jaundice
if the calabur trees
no longer drop their seasonal fruits
and the bluebells and the poppies
have fallen so hard
that anyone who will visit me
steps on petals.
And it was me who saw her,
very decayed
with [her] black eyes
plunged into dark purple rings
under her eyes, and then
such groans,
such dizziness
that supposedly were vertigos
the doctor said.
May our Lady bless me!
Only by remembering it,
I suffer much chill
I choke at my chest,
and made my hands and feet,
like the clappers of electric bells.
That little by little she was dying!
she coughed and coughed
and poor she cried silently.
—Do not cry, Micaila,
by all of the saints in heaven,
I told her when I saw her weeping
and when saying that, I wept myself.
—Indeed you will get well
with the jumbles the doctor has given to you
do not be distrustful about medicines
that they took me out of the cursed hell.
Go ahead my Chacha! [my Girl!]
I want to see your brunette face,
like two coals
sparkling, your pretty little eyes.
Oh! I almost forgot to tell you that
the godfather Chencho brought
a woman's shawl warped from a yarn ball,
for when you get well
and on the trotter horse, the blackish one,
I have thought that by then we the two cute ones
go one Saturday to see him.
Do you want it?, and on Sunday we will eagerly
eat chilli gravy with sesame sauce,
and barbecue,
and the broiled meat,
and when it get dark,
we will step back
by the plain below,
as one follows the brow of the hill.
Micaila!, do not cry
and I gave her a kiss.
She smiled
an instant, but
watched me with great sadness,
as if the shadow of presentiment
flooded her eyes with tears
which she after shed in silence.
The day of her death,
her ashen face was scary.
—Well then, what happens to you, Chacha?
—I do not know what I have,
but I know I will go, and it will be forever.
—I will go running, if you want,
to search for the doctor,
do you want me to, little brunette?
—Ultimately, what for?, better be here in peace,
I finally want to talk to you, Chacho,
before I got drown in remorse.
Sit and listen; I wanted to tell you
about it since long ago
and at the mere [hour],
no, because I felt ashamed.
Because one is a woman!, Chacho, damn!,
and fear supposedly does not walk on a donkey
but now what does it matter, my black one.
if your Chacha is already going to die
it does not matter that you know my horrible secret.
About six years ago, sure you remember when
our lords invited us to the branding of cattle.
—Indeed I remember!;
was not it that Sunday
I went out gored by a
blackish bull near the bars,
in the Green Ranch (Rancho Verde)
of Mister John (señor Juan)?
—The same one,
I saw that you have remembered it;
well then, you there have that
just at the time of knowing about it,
from the big house
through the door I ran,
and at the bars I found Don Antonio,
that eldest son of Don Pedro,
who was then mayor of the town.
I asked him about you,
your wound, your whereabouts,
and he told me that on a stretcher
they pulled you to the doctor's house
and that if I wanted,
he would take me on the rump
at the same point
I accepted, what the hell was nothing!,
to let you die like a dog.
Nobody saw us leaving the bars
and in a heartbeat
we arrived to the paddock,
and galloping we climbed
the slope of the hill,
and when we were going down
by the canyon of the Christ
so deep and so black,
Antonio began with his things,
with his flattering compliments;
that I was a May rose
that my eyes were nocturnal luminaries.
At all of this I was silent; as a fool he stood
and told me that you were poor:
all in all, a rancher;
he instead owned a big farm
with many bags of pesos;
that I [should] leave you
and we [he and me] would leave
to Mexico, or to Uruapan, or to Queretaro.
I got really gallant and told him,
although poor, my blackish one
gave me much to brag
and walk daily with the short skirt
very bespangled
and every week with a new shawl.
—Well then, if not for love, by force,
he said, scratching his nag,
and without further he squeezed my waist
and stained my mouth with a kiss.
Never had he did that, I felt the blood
blinded my eyes, and the fury my bosom;
I took the cutlass from the saddle,
and by his back, I sank it into his neck.
He fell forward with a horrific scream,
and rolled bouncing to the bottom of the gorge...
No one knew anything;
when they found him all undone [destroyed]
guided by the pure stench of the ravine,
the judges said,
it had supposedly been a suicide
for not known loves and other entanglements,
I was silent... my mouth
but now, well then, tell me,
what for anymore my blackish one?
She remained as static;
perhaps she prayed when dying,
for the dead one.
I hugged her, crying,
I kissed her in silence,
and little by little,
she was dying [before me]...
My hut is cursed...
if you want it, mother,
well I will leave it to you,
if you like, set it on fire;
If you do not want it, sell it;
I'll return to the ranks, my mom,
to fight for the country I'll return;
if I a bullet happens to break me,
it will not matter!,
after all, in the world,
for those of us who suffer death in the soul,
living or dying is the same.
My house, dear mother of the soul
without her, what for do I want it anymore?
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Antonio Guzmán-Aguilera was an important personage, journalist, writer, screenwriter, musician, painter and poet, known in the film environment of our country [Mexico] as Guz Águila. He was born in San Miguel del Mezquital, today Miguel Auza, in the Mexican State of Zacatecas, on March 21, 1894 and died in Mexico City on June 5, 1958.
When he was about six years old he changed along with his family to dwell in the city of Durango, and six years later to Mexico City, where his father died a few years later.
In 1920 he began his career as a journalist in a Mexico City newspaper called El Universal Ilustrado, as a theater critic, alternating that activity with the ones of writer and composer of revues.
A few years later he entered the film industry as a writer, participating in several highly successful films; for example, La Llorona (The Weeper), Soy charro de Rancho Grande (I am a charro* from a Big Ranch), Aguila o sol (Heads or tails), Así se quiere en Jalisco (So they love each other in Jalisco), Soy charro de levita (I am a charro in a frock-coat), among many others.
*Mexican horseman in fancy riding costume.
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In Mexican Spanish low-class and/or countryside slang:
La Chacha Micaila
por Antonio Guzmán-Aguilera (1894-1958).
Mi casa, magresita del alma
ya pa' qué la quero
si se jue la paloma del nido
si me falta el calor de su cuerpo
si ya sus canarios
de tiricia se han ido muriendo
si los capulines
ya no sueltan sus frutos del tiempo
y las campanillas, las adormideras
si han cáido tan recio
que cualquiera que va a visitarme
pisa sobre pétalos.
Y yo que la vide, dialtiro decáida
con los ojos negros
zambutidos en unas ojeras
moradas, y a luego
los tales quejidos;
los tales mareos
que dizque eran váidos
al decir del médico.
¡Válgame la Virgen!
Ya no más de acordarme, padezco
mucho escalofrío
y me hogo del pecho,
y se me hacen manos y pieses
como los badajos de los timbres létricos.
¡Qué poco a poquito se me jue muriendo!
tosía y tosía
y lloraba la probe en silencio.
—No llores, Micaila,
por toítos los santos del cielo
decíale al verla llorando
y al decirlo, lloraba yo mesmo.
—Si te pondrás güena,
con los revoltijos qui ti ha dado el médico
no sías disconfiada con las medecinas
que a mí me sacaron del maldito infierno.
¡Ándale, mi Chacha!,
quero ver tu rostro trigueño,
como dos tizones
achispados, tus lindos ojuelos.
¡Ah!, se me olvidaba decirte que trujo
un rebozo de bola
mi compadre Chencho,
pa' cuando te alivies
y en el cuaco trotón, en el prieto,
he pensado pa' entonces que vayamos
los dos riales un sábado a verlo.
¿Queres?, y el domingo le entraremos
al mole muy recio,
y a la barbacoa,
y a los asaderos.
y en cuanto Dios escurezca,
al paso golvemos
por el llano, abajo,
a según se sigue la falda de cerro.
¡Micaila!, no llores,
y le daba un beso.
Ella se sonreía
un instante, pero
me miraba con una tristeza,
como si la sombra del presentimiento
le preñara los ojos de llanto,
que después derramaba en silencio.
El día de su muerte,
su rostro cenizo me dio mucho miedo.
—¿Pos qué tienes, Chacha?
—No sé lo que tengo,
pero sé que me voy y es para siempre.
—Correré, si queres por el siñor médico,
¿queres, trigueñita?
—¿Ya pa' qué?, mejor tate sosiego.
Quero hablarte por último Chacho,
antes de que me hoguen los remordimientos.
Asiéntate y oye; yo quise decírtelo
dende hace mucho tiempo
y a la mera, no, pos yo me ciscaba.
¡Cómo uno es mujer! Chacho, ¡qué caray!,
y el miedo dizque no anda en burro,
pero ahora qué li hace, mi negro,
si ya se te muere tu Chacha
qué li hace que sepas mi horrible secreto.
Hace unos seis años, siguro ¿recuerdas
que nos invitaron a los herraderos
los siñores amos?
—Vaya si me acuerdo;
¿no jue aquel domingo
que salí cornao por un toro prieto,
cerca de las trancas, en el Rancho Verde
del ñor Juan?
—El mesmo,
ya vide que ti has acordado;
pos áhi tienes nomás que al saberlo,
de la casa grande
por la puerta mesma me salí corriendo,
y en las trancas jallé a don Antonio,
aquel hijo mayor de don Pedro,
que era entonces alcalde del pueblo.
Preguntele al punto
por ti, por tu herida, por tu paradero,
y me dijo que en una camilla
te jalaron pa' casa del médico
y que si quería me llevaba en ancas,
en el punto mesmo
aceté, ¡qué caray!, no era cosa
de dejarte morir como un perro.
No nos vido salir de las trancas
naiden, y llegando de un bote al potrero,
y a galope tendido trepamos
la cuesta del cerro,
y al bajar la barranca del Cristo,
tan honda y tan negra,
don Antonio empezó con sus cosas,
con sus chicoleos;
que si yo era una rosa de mayo
que si eran mis ojos nocturnos luceros.
Yo a todo esto callaba;
él se puso muy necio
y me dijo que tú eras probe:
total, un ranchero;
que él, en cambio, era dueño de hacienda
con muchas talegas de pesos;
que te abandonara
y nos juéramos pa' México,
o pa' los Uruapas o pa' los Querétaros.
Yo me puse muy gira y le dije
qui aunque probe, me daba mi prieto
pa' presumir mucho
y andar diariamente con el zagalejo
muy lentejueliao
y cada semana con rebozo nuevo.
—Pos si no por amor, por fuerza,
me dijo, rayando su penco,
y sin más me apretó la cintura
y mi boca manchó con un beso.
Nunca lo hubiera hecho, sentí que la sangre
cegaba mis ojos, y el furor mi seno;
saqué del arzón el machete,
y por las espaldas, lo jundí en su cuello.
Cayó pa' delante con un grito horrendo.
y rodó rebotando hasta el jondo
del desfiladero...
Naiden supo nada;
cuando lo jallaron todito dishecho
guiados por el puro jedor del barranco,
los jueces dijeron,
quesque jue un suicidio
por no sé qué amores y demás enredos.
Yo me estuve callada la boca
pero ahora, pues dime, ¿ya pa' qué, mi prieto?
Se quedó como estática; acaso
rezaba al morir, por el muerto.
La abracé llorando,
la besé en silencio,
y poco a poquito,
se me jue muriendo.
Mi jacal tá maldito...
si lo queres, madre,
pos áhi te lo dejo,
si te cuadra quémalo;
no lo queres, véndelo;
yo me güelvo a las filas, mi mamá,
a peliar por la patria me güelvo;
si me quebra una bala, ¡qué li hace!,
al cabo en el mundo,
pa' los que sufrimos la muerte en el alma,
vivir o morir es lo mesmo.
Mi cantón, magresita del alma,
¿sin ella ya pa' que lo quero?...
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In MEXICAN SPANISH (Spanish language with a Mexican "flavor"):
La Chacha Micaila
(La muchacha Micaela)
por Antonio Guzmán-Aguilera (1894-1958).
Mi casa, madrecita del alma
¿ya para qué la quiero?
si se fue la paloma del nido
si me falta el calor de su cuerpo,
si ya sus canarios
de ictericia se han ido muriendo
si los capulines
ya no sueltan sus frutos del tiempo,
y las campanillas, las adormideras
se han caído tan recio
que cualquiera que va a visitarme
pisa sobre pétalos.
Y yo que la vi, de a tiro decaída
con los ojos negros
zambullidos en unas ojeras
moradas, y luego
los tales quejidos;
los tales mareos
que dizque eran vahídos
al decir del médico.
¡Válgame la Virgen!
Ya no más de acordarme, padezco
mucho escalofrío
y me ahogo del pecho,
y se me hacen las manos y pies,
como los badajos de los timbres eléctricos.
¡Qué poco a poquito se me fue muriendo!
tosía y tosía
y lloraba la pobre en silencio.
—No llores, Micaila,
por toditos los santos del cielo,
decíale al verla llorando
y al decirlo, lloraba yo mismo.
—Si te pondrás buena,
con los revoltijos que te ha dado el médico
no seas desconfiada con las medicinas
que a mí me sacaron del maldito infierno.
¡Ándale, mi Chacha!,
quiero ver tu rostro trigueño,
como dos tizones
achispados, tus lindos ojuelos.
¡Ah!, se me olvidaba decirte que trajo
un rebozo de bola
mi compadre Chencho,
para cuando te alivies
y en el cuaco trotón, en el prieto,
he pensado para entonces que vayamos
los dos reales un sábado a verlo.
¿Quieres?, y el domingo le entraremos
al mole muy recio,
y a la barbacoa,
y a los asaderos.
y en cuanto Dios oscurezca,
al paso volvemos
por el llano, abajo,
según se sigue la falda de cerro.
¡Micaila!, no llores,
y le daba un beso.
Ella se sonreía
un instante, pero
me miraba con una tristeza,
como si la sombra del presentimiento
le preñara los ojos de llanto,
que después derramaba en silencio.
El día de su muerte,
su rostro cenizo me dio mucho miedo.
—-¿Pues qué tienes, Chacha?
—No sé lo que tengo,
pero sé que me voy y es para siempre.
—Correré, si quieres por el señor médico,
¿quieres, trigueñita?
—¿Ya para qué?, mejor estate aquí sosiego.
Quiero hablarte por ultimo, Chacho,
antes de que me ahoguen los remordimientos.
Siéntate y oye; yo quise decírtelo
desde hace mucho tiempo
y a la mera, no, pues yo me ciscaba.
¡Cómo uno es mujer! Chacho, ¡qué caray!,
y el miedo dizque no anda en burro,
pero ahora qué le hace, mi negro,
si ya se te muere tu Chacha
qué le hace que sepas mi horrible secreto.
Hace unos seis años, seguro ¿recuerdas
que nos invitaron a los herraderos
los señores amos?
—Vaya si me acuerdo;
¿no fue aquel domingo
que salí cornado por un toro prieto,
cerca de las trancas, en el Rancho Verde
del señor Juan?
—El mismo,
ya vi que te has acordado;
pues ahí tienes nomás que al saberlo,
de la casa grande
por la puerta me salí corriendo,
y en las trancas hallé a don Antonio,
aquel hijo mayor de don Pedro,
que era entonces alcalde del pueblo.
Preguntele al punto
por ti, por tu herida, por tu paradero,
y me dijo que en una camilla
te jalaron para casa del médico
y que si quería me llevaba en ancas,
en el punto mismo
acepté, ¡qué caray!, no era cosa
de dejarte morir como un perro.
No nos vio salir de las trancas
nadie, y llegando de un bote al potrero,
y a galope tendido trepamos
la cuesta del cerro,
y al bajar la barranca del Cristo,
tan honda y tan negra,
don Antonio empezó con sus cosas,
con sus chicoleos;
que si yo era una rosa de mayo
que si eran mis ojos nocturnos luceros.
Yo a todo esto callaba;
él se puso muy necio
y me dijo que tú eras pobre:
total, un ranchero;
que él, en cambio, era dueño de hacienda
con muchas talegas de pesos;
que te abandonara
que nos fuéramos para México,
o para Uruapan o para Querétaro.
Yo me puse muy gira y le dije,
que aunque pobre, me daba mi prieto
para presumir mucho
y andar diariamente con el zagalejo
muy lentejueleado
y cada semana con rebozo nuevo.
—Pues si no por amor, por fuerza,
me dijo, rayando su penco,
y sin más me apretó la cintura
y mi boca manchó con un beso.
Nunca lo hubiera hecho, sentí que la sangre
cegaba mis ojos, y el furor mi seno;
saqué del arzón el machete,
y por las espaldas, lo hundí en su cuello.
Cayó hacia delante con un grito horrendo,
y rodó rebotando hasta el fondo del desfiladero...
Nadie supo nada;
cuando lo hallaron todito deshecho
guiados por el puro hedor del barranco,
los jueces dijeron,
quesque fue un suicidio
por no sé qué amores y demás enredos.
Yo me estuve callada la boca
pero ahora, pues dime, ¿ya para qué, mi prieto?
Se quedó como estática; acaso
rezaba al morir, por el muerto.
La abracé llorando,
la besé en silencio,
y poco a poquito,
se me fue muriendo...
Mi jacal está maldito...
si lo quieres, madre,
pues ahí te lo dejo,
si te cuadra quémalo;
no lo quieres, véndelo;
yo me vuelvo a las filas, mi mamá,
a pelear por la patria me vuelvo;
si me quiebra una bala, ¡qué le hace!,
al cabo en el mundo,
para los que sufrimos la muerte en el alma,
vivir o morir es lo mismo.
Mi casa, madrecita del alma,
¿sin ella, ya para qué la quiero?...
The Chacha* Micaila
*Chacha is an apheresis of "muchacha" (girl).
*Chacha es una aféresis de "muchacha".
(La Muchacha Micaela)
The girl [called] Micaela
by Antonio Guzmán-Aguilera (1894-1958)
My house, little mother of my soul
what for do I want it anymore?,
if the dove has flown from the nest
if I miss the warmth of her body,
if her canaries have been dying
because of jaundice
if the calabur trees
no longer drop their seasonal fruits
and the bluebells and the poppies
have fallen so hard
that anyone who will visit me
steps on petals.
And it was me who saw her,
very decayed
with [her] black eyes
plunged into dark purple rings
under her eyes, and then
such groans,
such dizziness
that supposedly were vertigos
the doctor said.
May our Lady bless me!
Only by remembering it,
I suffer much chill
I choke at my chest,
and made my hands and feet,
like the clappers of electric bells.
That little by little she was dying!
she coughed and coughed
and poor she cried silently.
—Do not cry, Micaila,
by all of the saints in heaven,
I told her when I saw her weeping
and when saying that, I wept myself.
—Indeed you will get well
with the jumbles the doctor has given to you
do not be distrustful about medicines
that they took me out of the cursed hell.
Go ahead my Chacha! [my Girl!]
I want to see your brunette face,
like two coals
sparkling, your pretty little eyes.
Oh! I almost forgot to tell you that
the godfather Chencho brought
a woman's shawl warped from a yarn ball,
for when you get well
and on the trotter horse, the blackish one,
I have thought that by then we the two cute ones
go one Saturday to see him.
Do you want it?, and on Sunday we will eagerly
eat chilli gravy with sesame sauce,
and barbecue,
and the broiled meat,
and when it get dark,
we will step back
by the plain below,
as one follows the brow of the hill.
Micaila!, do not cry
and I gave her a kiss.
She smiled
an instant, but
watched me with great sadness,
as if the shadow of presentiment
flooded her eyes with tears
which she after shed in silence.
The day of her death,
her ashen face was scary.
—Well then, what happens to you, Chacha?
—I do not know what I have,
but I know I will go, and it will be forever.
—I will go running, if you want,
to search for the doctor,
do you want me to, little brunette?
—Ultimately, what for?, better be here in peace,
I finally want to talk to you, Chacho,
before I got drown in remorse.
Sit and listen; I wanted to tell you
about it since long ago
and at the mere [hour],
no, because I felt ashamed.
Because one is a woman!, Chacho, damn!,
and fear supposedly does not walk on a donkey
but now what does it matter, my black one.
if your Chacha is already going to die
it does not matter that you know my horrible secret.
About six years ago, sure you remember when
our lords invited us to the branding of cattle.
—Indeed I remember!;
was not it that Sunday
I went out gored by a
blackish bull near the bars,
in the Green Ranch (Rancho Verde)
of Mister John (señor Juan)?
—The same one,
I saw that you have remembered it;
well then, you there have that
just at the time of knowing about it,
from the big house
through the door I ran,
and at the bars I found Don Antonio,
that eldest son of Don Pedro,
who was then mayor of the town.
I asked him about you,
your wound, your whereabouts,
and he told me that on a stretcher
they pulled you to the doctor's house
and that if I wanted,
he would take me on the rump
at the same point
I accepted, what the hell was nothing!,
to let you die like a dog.
Nobody saw us leaving the bars
and in a heartbeat
we arrived to the paddock,
and galloping we climbed
the slope of the hill,
and when we were going down
by the canyon of the Christ
so deep and so black,
Antonio began with his things,
with his flattering compliments;
that I was a May rose
that my eyes were nocturnal luminaries.
At all of this I was silent; as a fool he stood
and told me that you were poor:
all in all, a rancher;
he instead owned a big farm
with many bags of pesos;
that I [should] leave you
and we [he and me] would leave
to Mexico, or to Uruapan, or to Queretaro.
I got really gallant and told him,
although poor, my blackish one
gave me much to brag
and walk daily with the short skirt
very bespangled
and every week with a new shawl.
—Well then, if not for love, by force,
he said, scratching his nag,
and without further he squeezed my waist
and stained my mouth with a kiss.
Never had he did that, I felt the blood
blinded my eyes, and the fury my bosom;
I took the cutlass from the saddle,
and by his back, I sank it into his neck.
He fell forward with a horrific scream,
and rolled bouncing to the bottom of the gorge...
No one knew anything;
when they found him all undone [destroyed]
guided by the pure stench of the ravine,
the judges said,
it had supposedly been a suicide
for not known loves and other entanglements,
I was silent... my mouth
but now, well then, tell me,
what for anymore my blackish one?
She remained as static;
perhaps she prayed when dying,
for the dead one.
I hugged her, crying,
I kissed her in silence,
and little by little,
she was dying [before me]...
My hut is cursed...
if you want it, mother,
well I will leave it to you,
if you like, set it on fire;
If you do not want it, sell it;
I'll return to the ranks, my mom,
to fight for the country I'll return;
if I a bullet happens to break me,
it will not matter!,
after all, in the world,
for those of us who suffer death in the soul,
living or dying is the same.
My house, dear mother of the soul
without her, what for do I want it anymore?
—
Antonio Guzmán-Aguilera was an important personage, journalist, writer, screenwriter, musician, painter and poet, known in the film environment of our country [Mexico] as Guz Águila. He was born in San Miguel del Mezquital, today Miguel Auza, in the Mexican State of Zacatecas, on March 21, 1894 and died in Mexico City on June 5, 1958.
When he was about six years old he changed along with his family to dwell in the city of Durango, and six years later to Mexico City, where his father died a few years later.
In 1920 he began his career as a journalist in a Mexico City newspaper called El Universal Ilustrado, as a theater critic, alternating that activity with the ones of writer and composer of revues.
A few years later he entered the film industry as a writer, participating in several highly successful films; for example, La Llorona (The Weeper), Soy charro de Rancho Grande (I am a charro* from a Big Ranch), Aguila o sol (Heads or tails), Así se quiere en Jalisco (So they love each other in Jalisco), Soy charro de levita (I am a charro in a frock-coat), among many others.
*Mexican horseman in fancy riding costume.
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In Mexican Spanish low-class and/or countryside slang:
La Chacha Micaila
por Antonio Guzmán-Aguilera (1894-1958).
Mi casa, magresita del alma
ya pa' qué la quero
si se jue la paloma del nido
si me falta el calor de su cuerpo
si ya sus canarios
de tiricia se han ido muriendo
si los capulines
ya no sueltan sus frutos del tiempo
y las campanillas, las adormideras
si han cáido tan recio
que cualquiera que va a visitarme
pisa sobre pétalos.
Y yo que la vide, dialtiro decáida
con los ojos negros
zambutidos en unas ojeras
moradas, y a luego
los tales quejidos;
los tales mareos
que dizque eran váidos
al decir del médico.
¡Válgame la Virgen!
Ya no más de acordarme, padezco
mucho escalofrío
y me hogo del pecho,
y se me hacen manos y pieses
como los badajos de los timbres létricos.
¡Qué poco a poquito se me jue muriendo!
tosía y tosía
y lloraba la probe en silencio.
—No llores, Micaila,
por toítos los santos del cielo
decíale al verla llorando
y al decirlo, lloraba yo mesmo.
—Si te pondrás güena,
con los revoltijos qui ti ha dado el médico
no sías disconfiada con las medecinas
que a mí me sacaron del maldito infierno.
¡Ándale, mi Chacha!,
quero ver tu rostro trigueño,
como dos tizones
achispados, tus lindos ojuelos.
¡Ah!, se me olvidaba decirte que trujo
un rebozo de bola
mi compadre Chencho,
pa' cuando te alivies
y en el cuaco trotón, en el prieto,
he pensado pa' entonces que vayamos
los dos riales un sábado a verlo.
¿Queres?, y el domingo le entraremos
al mole muy recio,
y a la barbacoa,
y a los asaderos.
y en cuanto Dios escurezca,
al paso golvemos
por el llano, abajo,
a según se sigue la falda de cerro.
¡Micaila!, no llores,
y le daba un beso.
Ella se sonreía
un instante, pero
me miraba con una tristeza,
como si la sombra del presentimiento
le preñara los ojos de llanto,
que después derramaba en silencio.
El día de su muerte,
su rostro cenizo me dio mucho miedo.
—¿Pos qué tienes, Chacha?
—No sé lo que tengo,
pero sé que me voy y es para siempre.
—Correré, si queres por el siñor médico,
¿queres, trigueñita?
—¿Ya pa' qué?, mejor tate sosiego.
Quero hablarte por último Chacho,
antes de que me hoguen los remordimientos.
Asiéntate y oye; yo quise decírtelo
dende hace mucho tiempo
y a la mera, no, pos yo me ciscaba.
¡Cómo uno es mujer! Chacho, ¡qué caray!,
y el miedo dizque no anda en burro,
pero ahora qué li hace, mi negro,
si ya se te muere tu Chacha
qué li hace que sepas mi horrible secreto.
Hace unos seis años, siguro ¿recuerdas
que nos invitaron a los herraderos
los siñores amos?
—Vaya si me acuerdo;
¿no jue aquel domingo
que salí cornao por un toro prieto,
cerca de las trancas, en el Rancho Verde
del ñor Juan?
—El mesmo,
ya vide que ti has acordado;
pos áhi tienes nomás que al saberlo,
de la casa grande
por la puerta mesma me salí corriendo,
y en las trancas jallé a don Antonio,
aquel hijo mayor de don Pedro,
que era entonces alcalde del pueblo.
Preguntele al punto
por ti, por tu herida, por tu paradero,
y me dijo que en una camilla
te jalaron pa' casa del médico
y que si quería me llevaba en ancas,
en el punto mesmo
aceté, ¡qué caray!, no era cosa
de dejarte morir como un perro.
No nos vido salir de las trancas
naiden, y llegando de un bote al potrero,
y a galope tendido trepamos
la cuesta del cerro,
y al bajar la barranca del Cristo,
tan honda y tan negra,
don Antonio empezó con sus cosas,
con sus chicoleos;
que si yo era una rosa de mayo
que si eran mis ojos nocturnos luceros.
Yo a todo esto callaba;
él se puso muy necio
y me dijo que tú eras probe:
total, un ranchero;
que él, en cambio, era dueño de hacienda
con muchas talegas de pesos;
que te abandonara
y nos juéramos pa' México,
o pa' los Uruapas o pa' los Querétaros.
Yo me puse muy gira y le dije
qui aunque probe, me daba mi prieto
pa' presumir mucho
y andar diariamente con el zagalejo
muy lentejueliao
y cada semana con rebozo nuevo.
—Pos si no por amor, por fuerza,
me dijo, rayando su penco,
y sin más me apretó la cintura
y mi boca manchó con un beso.
Nunca lo hubiera hecho, sentí que la sangre
cegaba mis ojos, y el furor mi seno;
saqué del arzón el machete,
y por las espaldas, lo jundí en su cuello.
Cayó pa' delante con un grito horrendo.
y rodó rebotando hasta el jondo
del desfiladero...
Naiden supo nada;
cuando lo jallaron todito dishecho
guiados por el puro jedor del barranco,
los jueces dijeron,
quesque jue un suicidio
por no sé qué amores y demás enredos.
Yo me estuve callada la boca
pero ahora, pues dime, ¿ya pa' qué, mi prieto?
Se quedó como estática; acaso
rezaba al morir, por el muerto.
La abracé llorando,
la besé en silencio,
y poco a poquito,
se me jue muriendo.
Mi jacal tá maldito...
si lo queres, madre,
pos áhi te lo dejo,
si te cuadra quémalo;
no lo queres, véndelo;
yo me güelvo a las filas, mi mamá,
a peliar por la patria me güelvo;
si me quebra una bala, ¡qué li hace!,
al cabo en el mundo,
pa' los que sufrimos la muerte en el alma,
vivir o morir es lo mesmo.
Mi cantón, magresita del alma,
¿sin ella ya pa' que lo quero?...
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In MEXICAN SPANISH (Spanish language with a Mexican "flavor"):
La Chacha Micaila
(La muchacha Micaela)
por Antonio Guzmán-Aguilera (1894-1958).
Mi casa, madrecita del alma
¿ya para qué la quiero?
si se fue la paloma del nido
si me falta el calor de su cuerpo,
si ya sus canarios
de ictericia se han ido muriendo
si los capulines
ya no sueltan sus frutos del tiempo,
y las campanillas, las adormideras
se han caído tan recio
que cualquiera que va a visitarme
pisa sobre pétalos.
Y yo que la vi, de a tiro decaída
con los ojos negros
zambullidos en unas ojeras
moradas, y luego
los tales quejidos;
los tales mareos
que dizque eran vahídos
al decir del médico.
¡Válgame la Virgen!
Ya no más de acordarme, padezco
mucho escalofrío
y me ahogo del pecho,
y se me hacen las manos y pies,
como los badajos de los timbres eléctricos.
¡Qué poco a poquito se me fue muriendo!
tosía y tosía
y lloraba la pobre en silencio.
—No llores, Micaila,
por toditos los santos del cielo,
decíale al verla llorando
y al decirlo, lloraba yo mismo.
—Si te pondrás buena,
con los revoltijos que te ha dado el médico
no seas desconfiada con las medicinas
que a mí me sacaron del maldito infierno.
¡Ándale, mi Chacha!,
quiero ver tu rostro trigueño,
como dos tizones
achispados, tus lindos ojuelos.
¡Ah!, se me olvidaba decirte que trajo
un rebozo de bola
mi compadre Chencho,
para cuando te alivies
y en el cuaco trotón, en el prieto,
he pensado para entonces que vayamos
los dos reales un sábado a verlo.
¿Quieres?, y el domingo le entraremos
al mole muy recio,
y a la barbacoa,
y a los asaderos.
y en cuanto Dios oscurezca,
al paso volvemos
por el llano, abajo,
según se sigue la falda de cerro.
¡Micaila!, no llores,
y le daba un beso.
Ella se sonreía
un instante, pero
me miraba con una tristeza,
como si la sombra del presentimiento
le preñara los ojos de llanto,
que después derramaba en silencio.
El día de su muerte,
su rostro cenizo me dio mucho miedo.
—-¿Pues qué tienes, Chacha?
—No sé lo que tengo,
pero sé que me voy y es para siempre.
—Correré, si quieres por el señor médico,
¿quieres, trigueñita?
—¿Ya para qué?, mejor estate aquí sosiego.
Quiero hablarte por ultimo, Chacho,
antes de que me ahoguen los remordimientos.
Siéntate y oye; yo quise decírtelo
desde hace mucho tiempo
y a la mera, no, pues yo me ciscaba.
¡Cómo uno es mujer! Chacho, ¡qué caray!,
y el miedo dizque no anda en burro,
pero ahora qué le hace, mi negro,
si ya se te muere tu Chacha
qué le hace que sepas mi horrible secreto.
Hace unos seis años, seguro ¿recuerdas
que nos invitaron a los herraderos
los señores amos?
—Vaya si me acuerdo;
¿no fue aquel domingo
que salí cornado por un toro prieto,
cerca de las trancas, en el Rancho Verde
del señor Juan?
—El mismo,
ya vi que te has acordado;
pues ahí tienes nomás que al saberlo,
de la casa grande
por la puerta me salí corriendo,
y en las trancas hallé a don Antonio,
aquel hijo mayor de don Pedro,
que era entonces alcalde del pueblo.
Preguntele al punto
por ti, por tu herida, por tu paradero,
y me dijo que en una camilla
te jalaron para casa del médico
y que si quería me llevaba en ancas,
en el punto mismo
acepté, ¡qué caray!, no era cosa
de dejarte morir como un perro.
No nos vio salir de las trancas
nadie, y llegando de un bote al potrero,
y a galope tendido trepamos
la cuesta del cerro,
y al bajar la barranca del Cristo,
tan honda y tan negra,
don Antonio empezó con sus cosas,
con sus chicoleos;
que si yo era una rosa de mayo
que si eran mis ojos nocturnos luceros.
Yo a todo esto callaba;
él se puso muy necio
y me dijo que tú eras pobre:
total, un ranchero;
que él, en cambio, era dueño de hacienda
con muchas talegas de pesos;
que te abandonara
que nos fuéramos para México,
o para Uruapan o para Querétaro.
Yo me puse muy gira y le dije,
que aunque pobre, me daba mi prieto
para presumir mucho
y andar diariamente con el zagalejo
muy lentejueleado
y cada semana con rebozo nuevo.
—Pues si no por amor, por fuerza,
me dijo, rayando su penco,
y sin más me apretó la cintura
y mi boca manchó con un beso.
Nunca lo hubiera hecho, sentí que la sangre
cegaba mis ojos, y el furor mi seno;
saqué del arzón el machete,
y por las espaldas, lo hundí en su cuello.
Cayó hacia delante con un grito horrendo,
y rodó rebotando hasta el fondo del desfiladero...
Nadie supo nada;
cuando lo hallaron todito deshecho
guiados por el puro hedor del barranco,
los jueces dijeron,
quesque fue un suicidio
por no sé qué amores y demás enredos.
Yo me estuve callada la boca
pero ahora, pues dime, ¿ya para qué, mi prieto?
Se quedó como estática; acaso
rezaba al morir, por el muerto.
La abracé llorando,
la besé en silencio,
y poco a poquito,
se me fue muriendo...
Mi jacal está maldito...
si lo quieres, madre,
pues ahí te lo dejo,
si te cuadra quémalo;
no lo quieres, véndelo;
yo me vuelvo a las filas, mi mamá,
a pelear por la patria me vuelvo;
si me quiebra una bala, ¡qué le hace!,
al cabo en el mundo,
para los que sufrimos la muerte en el alma,
vivir o morir es lo mismo.
Mi casa, madrecita del alma,
¿sin ella, ya para qué la quiero?...
sábado, 19 de abril de 2014
Merriam-Webster Dictionary: Quick Quiz about words
Acclaimed and venerable Merriam-Webster Dictionary has launched a campaign called Quick Quiz about words
They say in their website http://www.m-w.com: Each week on Facebook and Twitter we post a Quick Quiz about words. Here are some of our readers’ favorites.
Question #1:
Add one letter to "fast" to create a word with the opposite meaning. The answer is... "feast".
Read more at http://www.merriam-webster.com/top-ten-lists/top-10-our-most-popular-quick-quizzes/fast-question.html?&t=1397915067#YqjldEeOGkV6974F.99
The End.
domingo, 13 de abril de 2014
PDB Combos, or "Pseudo-Databases Combos"
PDB Combos, or "Pseudo-Databases Combos"
Pseudo-databases are different from fake databases. Fake databases are real databases with fake / false data. I will be calling "pseudo-databases" to files with real data, but they will have only the look or resemblance of a database.
However, in an underlying layer, computers will be managing / operating / re-arranging, real databases.
At the bottom, I have written something about a loosely-related-to-this-stuff "SECRET".
An open and free project has been started. It can be copied, replicated, partially or totally mirrored in other websites, modified, re-indexed, re-arranged, renamed, filtered, shortened, enlarged, manipulated, et cetera, "echoed" anytime, everywhere, by anyone; id est, anyone can build his/her own "PDB Combo".
Absolutely NO copyright.
It has to do with the building of several or many REAL databases by "brewing" a combo of pseudo-databases composed of several items,
(1) being one of them, an adaptation of the idea and concept coined by computer scientists Eric Freeman and David Gelernter (1955- ) —the last one, a non-fatal victim of Ted Kaczynski (1940- ), a.k.a. "the Unabomber"—, who like to think about the future of important sections of the web as Lifestreams. They launched their project-proposal at Yale University (New Haven, CT 06520), in the mid-1990s: ... a chronological-ordered stream of documents that funcions as a diary of your electronic life...
http://cs-www.cs.yale.edu/homes/freeman/lifestreams.html#origin
http://old.sigchi.org/bulletin/1996.1/fertig.html
SIGCHI (in the above line) stands for Special Interest Group on Computer-Human Interaction.
(2) another element can be the inclusion of YOUR OWN Webtiger's mark —WTM— (not an obligation, of course, but highly recommendable) in all of your websites (or almost all of your websites), webpages, blogs, texts, documents, writings, posts, messages, Facebook wall, videos, images, photographs, links software, et cetera... even in your tweets.
beta3625169410
My personal Webtiger's mark (WTM) is beta3625169410 (a string of characters formed by the name of the second letter of the Greek alphabet, and seven numbers squared, in inverted order).
A Webtiger's mark is a string of unique characters.
—You can find many of my writings and some images/pictures, by typing in the search box of Google this: beta3625169410; then, you would be able to follow the links.
I invite you to create a unique mark, your personal Webtiger's mark, so the public/readers will be identifying more easily your websites, webpages, blogs, texts, documents, writings, posts, messages, Facebook walls, videos, images, photographs, links software, et cetera... even your tweets... except, of course, those files, albums... you want to keep confidential, semihidden, or revealed only to a few.
My personal mark would be the "smell" of my urine if I were a tiger which marks territories by urinating on trees.
Tigers are known for marking their respective territories by urinating on trees.
(Please click on the below image in order to enlarge it.)
Or you can create another image...
... and, what will your Webtiger's mark be?
Let us say that you know a Peter R. Sands; well, the WTM of Peter could be peterrsands19881110%#. He was born on the Tenth day of November, 1988, et cetera. This WTM would be similar in its uniqueness to the "smell" of a tiger's "urine" in the cyber jungle.
There are many ways to create a WTM.
So, the idea goes on like this: if you type Peter's WTM in the search box of Google, peterrsands19881110%#, and his documents, videos, et cetera, should appear in the first links shown to you by the search engine.
If in the future, Webtigers' marks (WTM's) do not perform as expected/are not useful, they can be discarded, thrown into the electronic waste basket or tossed into the sea...
Of course the above phrases have been typed in order to "prove" that a WTM can be useful to quickly find websites, webpages, images, works, et cetera, created by the owner of such WTM.
(3) PLUS a juxtaposition of COLUMNS and ROWS filled with answers to some of the seven questions asked by Latin rhetorician Marcus Fabius Quintilianus (Calahorra, Spain, c. 30-?, c. 100) in his famous hexameter: Quis, quid, ubi, quibus auxiliis, cur, quomodo, quando?, namely, Who, what, where, by what means, why, how (in what way), when?
In Latin Rethoric, these questions are called circumstances, and their respective answers are considered fundamental in information-gathering, journalism, history, criminal investigation, et cetera; they constitute a formula for knowing the complete story of a subject.
Now, one of the main reasons for calling those grid-like renderings of COLUMNS and ROWS, pseudo-databases and not databases, is that they, in fact, will be shown as the results or renderings or "visual aspects" of REAL databases, but without the "paraphernalia" or heavy weight in terms of megabytes, gigabytes, terabytes, of REAL databases, which can be manipulated, re-arranged, re-indexed, et cetera, in multiple ways, by using database software, Base (OpenOffice), Microsoft Access, or Calc* (the spreadsheet software by OpenOffice), Excel,* or even SQL.
*Strictly speaking, these programs do not constitute database management software, but they can be used as such. Also, they are more user-friendly.
A chronologically indexed database would answer to the "WHEN" part of the hexameter, and that procedure can be paired or equaled with the idea or scientists Freeman and Gelertner, "a time-oriented stream of documents..."
The keyword in Freeman and Gelernter's idea is the chronological order ("WHEN") but in fact, your REAL databases can be indexed in a number of ways, exempli gratia, according to the data of each and all of the columns in each database. So, in the end you can have a set of results, as many as the number of columns each one of your databases has.
As far as I can tell, I have found that one of the most user-friendly and best programs to manage small or short databases, is Excel, though it is not exactly a database manager.
However, Excel is limited by the maximum number of rows a listing can contain: 65,536.
Databases can be alphabetically indexed according to the data entered in each of several COLUMNS, by subordinating the columns of your choice.
But, if you apply exclusively the idea of scientists Freeman and Gelernter, of a time-oriented stream of documents, you can easily avoid the use of databases, Excel, et cetera, and just keep adding new data (by typing, copying and pasting, et cetera) to your lifestream, to your ROWS and COLUMNS. —That's the great advantage of Freeman&Gelernter's idea.
Obviously, that idea and its application has its pros and cons.
(4) PLUS a collection of the first 50 words only, of each website, not all of them, a different work than the actions of Googlebots, which download entire webpages of websites, to index the word these webpages contain...
This will be that way (first 50 words only), as a measure to not overcharge REAL databases, which should be lighter.
An example of the rendering of a REAL database query, shown in the form of a pseudo-database, would look like this:
Chronol. Personage
WHEN WHO WHAT WHERE BRANCH URL
19860128 Challenger exploded atm. over N. Atlantic aeronautics http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster
19860128 McAuliffe died atm. over N. Atlantic aeronautics http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster
19860128 Scobee died atm. over N. Atlantic aeronautics http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster
16870705 Newton gravity London physics http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universal_gravitation
16751111 Leibniz calculus Paris? math http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gottfried_Wilhelm_Leibniz#Calculus
16661000* Newton calculus London math http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac_Newton#Mathematics
When you do not know the exact date of a deed, you can type/use two zeroes for the day, and also two zeroes for the month, if you only know the year. Also, if you do not know the year, you can write something like this 11780000? (circa 1178). For years before Christ (B.C.) or before common era (BCE), you should write a minus (-) sign before the number, v.g., -4296.
The point or "node" is that companies such as:
yahoo.com, bing.com, ask.com, cuil.com.co, www.hotbot.com, google.com, kosmix.com, hakia.com, lexxe.com, answers.com/bb, wolframalpha.com, deeppeep.org, clusty.com, http://blindsearch.fejus.com, duckduckgo.com, yauba, hunch.com, oneriot, scoopler, powerset, et cetera,
keep their databases concealed. Yes, it is their right, they have invested a lot of money to create software, gather information, download it, index it, keep it stored, et cetera, but we, the general public, can do something about that.
Is this a proposal for a Google killer? Absolutely not, instead, we could play the role of "remoras that swim along with sharks", taking advantage of search engines.
(5) PLUS a virtual Web phantom.
(6) PLUS a virtual chip that will connect some or all of your websites among each other, and also to ... ?
I have forgotten the last part of this idea. Hope to recall it at a later time... ññ
— —
While scientists do not create a software or a metasoftware which automatically indexes data and info, and send them from the millions of websites to a general repository, we should continue using the services of the major search engines.
It seems that such parasoftware or panacean (cure-all) software or "accelerator" is still faraway, so meanwhile, perhaps it would be necessary to apply a revolutionary method, like the one that was applied, in other field, by Norweigan explorer Roald Amundsen, who took along with his team —besides a food invented by North American indians, called Pemmican (fat and protein)— a strange kind of food: a living, running food: 27 of the 45 remaining sled dogs, which he and his team killed for food, December, 1911, in a place they called The Butchers' Shop, at 85º 36', close to the South Pole.
If we aim to create "enzymes" specific for certain "substrates", maybe we will be speaking of a thematic indexation of the web, represented in the fifth column headed by the word "BRANCH" in the above, six-column example, while Freeman and Gelernter focuse on a chronogical-ordered stream, the "WHEN" (first) column.
Sure, there already is an Open Directory Project at http://www.dmoz.org/ but its possibilities of editing and adding articles are restricted.
Now, please let me share the promised "SECRET" with you:
It has to do with YouTube.
Nowadays, YouTube is growing by several terabytes a day.
Videos are so heavy, that the YouTube bandwidth usage is of many petabytes per month.
Starting in 2010 and continuing to the present, Alexa ranked YouTube as the third most visited website on the internet, behind Google and Facebook.
On March 21, 2013, the number of unique users visiting YouTube every month reached one billion; more than 33 millions per day.
It is estimated that 108,000 hours of new videos are uploaded to the site every day.
Some industry commentators speculate that YouTube is losing several million dollars a day.
That being said...
It does not matter, YouTube can be used as a great, "very liquid" and faster vehicle for the expansion and divulgation of your ideas, promotions, business, et cetera, which can be known fastly and easily by others, as the Googlebots or "spiders" give preference to crawling and indexing their sibling websites, id est, YouTube, blogger/blogspot...
So, here are the good news: you can upload a fifteen-to-thirty-second video —it can be a real video, showing for example, a fish swimming in a fish bowl, complemented/accompanied by a fragment of a Bach or Mozart sonata (less than 15 seconds long, and repeat that part if necessary, so you will not violate © Copyright),
[...]
or a pseudo-video made up of grey, blue, violet or whatever color squares drawn in Paint with a few phrases or sentences typed on them, and assembled as a "video" by using the program called Windows Movie Maker or a similar one.
[...]
or a real video recorded by yourself, which can be recorded with your webcam or your cellular phone camera, for example, let us say, at 10:00 p.m., in the most complete darkness of your office/living room/studio/bedroom, you can light an incense stick, point your lit LED (light-emitting diode) lamp/lintern towards the ascending smoke, and let the camera record that, then you can edit, mix, add your favorite classical or por music as the soundtrack, et cetera.
Now, once you have composed/arranged your video or "video", HERE comes the MOST IMPORTANT part:
You will have to type the info, promotional phrases, announcements, et cetera, about your business/idea/project inside the "Description" of the video, below the Heading, you will become a WORDCASTER, your words, your message, shall have to be revealed, spread in the DESCRIPTION section of the video or "video" you will be uploading (which is not so important, in this case).
Please hark onto me, do not hesitate, go dare and do things quick, dirty and fast; do not wait for the perfect product/market/time, ignore the naysayers...
Start with a catchy phrase, so readers will want to open the text by clicking on the line which reads "Show More", and keep scrolling down the text by using their mouse... and reading...
In the Description section, maybe you will not be able to spell out some complete URL's, such as www.anywebsite.com but you can type them as, triple w DOT anywebsite DOT c o m OR w w w DOT anywebsite DOT c o m et cetera.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION...
<a href="http://somethingormore.blogspot.com.w3snoop.com/"><img src="http://www.w3snoop.com/pr/somethingormore.blogspot.com" width="99" height="30" alt=""/></a>
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jueves, 27 de marzo de 2014
A Webtiger's mark
beta3625169410
My personal Webtiger's mark is beta3625169410 (a string of characters formed by the name of the second letter of the Greek alphabet, and seven numbers squared, in inverted order).
—You can find many of my writings and some images/pictures, by typing in the search box of Google this: beta3625169410; then, you will be able to follow the links.
I invite you to create a unique mark, your personal Webtiger's mark, so the public/readers will be identifying more easily your websites, webpages, texts, images, photographs, videos, messages, links, et cetera.
My personal mark would be the "smell" of my urine if I were a tiger which marks territories by urinating on trees.
Tigers are known for marking their territory by urinating on trees.
(Please click on the below image in order to enlarge it.)
Or you can create another image...
... and, what your Webtiger's mark will be?
Now, I will sprinkle/pour some incense smoke on me:*
| *Vanitas vanitatum, dixit Qoheleth, vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas. (Liber Ecclesiastes, I, 2) |
I think this idea of a Webtiger's mark could turn into the thirty-second greatest idea/event in importance since the beginning.
1. Creation of angels.
2. Creation of the universe, or Big Bang.
3. Creation/apparition of human beings.
4. Invention of language.
5. Invention of the alphabet/abecedary.
6. Invention of numbers.
7. Heliocentrism.
Aristarchus of Samos (310 B.C.-230 B.C.), a Greek astronomer and mathematician. To our knowledge, he was the first person to postulate the heliocentric model for the Solar System, eighteen centuries before Polish astronomer Copernicus did.
8. Redemption of the human species (about 30, A.D.).
9. Invention of zero .
The invention of the number 0 (zero) is credited to Indian mathematician and astronomer Aryabhatta (476-550 A.D.). The Arabs learned about the zero from India, and took that knowledge to Europe after 800 A.D. The major contribution of Aryabhatta is the zero, so it became immortal. He did not use the symbol, but French mathematician Georges Ifrah argues that the knowledge of the zero was implicit in the place value system as a place holder for the powers of 10 with null coefficients. The assumption is based on two facts: first, the invention of his alphabetical counting system would have been impossible without the zero or the place-value system; secondly, Aryabhatta performs calculations of square and cubic roots which are impossible if numbers in question are not written according to the place-value system and the zero.
The first evidence of use of the symbol we know today as zero: 0, dates from the seventh century, common era (C.E.).
10. Laws on elliptical orbits of planets and satellites. German astronomer, physicist, and mathematician Johannes Kepler, in 1609.
11. Laws of universal gravitation. Sir Isaac Newton.
12. The first vaccine, against smallpox, by English physician Edward Jenner , the "father of immunology" (1796).
13. Antisepsis by using phenol (also named carbolic acid) on wounds, hands of surgeons, nurses, surgical equipment, et cetera, by English physician Joseph Lister (1867) .
14 . Evolution of Species (Charles Darwin, 1859; Alfred R. Wallace).
15 . Electrical machines and other electric inventions, by Serb-American electrical engineer, physicist, and inventor Nikola Tesla (1856-1943).
16. General theory of relativity, by physicist Albert Einstein (1915).
17. God, uncreated (1923).
French Catholic intellectualist philosopher Jacques Maritain (11/18/1882-04/28/1973), educated in Protestantism, then he was an agnostic, and by the age of 23, in 1906, converted to Catholicism.
In the chapter Ontology: substance and accident, of his work Éléments de philosophie, I: Introduction générale à la philosophie, 1920, II. L'ordre des concepts (Petite logique), 1923, Maritain states that God exists a se, or by Himself, who has in Himself the whole explanation of his existence; He is uncaused, only God exists by Himself, a se; neither in se nor per se.
18. Antibiotics. Accidental discovery and isolation of penicillin in September, 1928, by Scottish biologist and pharmacologist Sir Alexander Fleming.
19. Nuclear fission, by chemists Otto Hahn, Fritz Strassmann (both German), Lise Meitner (Austrian), in January, 1939.
20. Transistor, in 1947, by William B. Shockley (1910-1999), Walter H. Brattain (1902-1987), John Bardeen (1908-1991).
21. Structure of DNA, 1953; RNA.
22. ARPANET*, the "mother" of the internet, 1969, by Vinton Cerf (1943- ), Robert E. Kahn (1938- ), and others.
*Advanced Research Projects Agency Net.
23. First ARPANET electronic mail (e-mail) sent, 1971.
24. First online chat* system, Talkomatic, at the University of Illinois, in 1974.
*conversational hypertext access technology.
25. Modem (modulator-demodulator), in 1977, by Dennis C, Hayes (1950- ).
26. Personal computer (PC), by IBM, in 1981.
27. World wide web (www). 1990.
In today's brave, fast-paced, web-based world, praise to Tim Berners-Lee (London, 1955- ), of the CERN, Centre Européen pour la Recherche Nucléaire, near Geneva, Switzerland, for having created the world wide web (www, an important part of the internet, but not to be confused with this one) in 1990, and for having simply given it all away for free to the world, only promoting its wider use.
28. Search engines. The first one was Archie ("Archive" without the "v", in 1990); Excite, infoseek, Altavista, Galaxy, WebCrawler, Yahoo!, Lycos, Google, HotBot, Ask, Cuil, Bing...
29. Web browsers, from 1994: Netscape, Internet Explorer, Mozilla Firefox, Chrome...
30. Blogs.
31. Social nets.
LinkedIn, launched on 05/05/2003.
Orkut, founded on 01/24/2004 (Brazil, India).
Facebook, founded on 02/04/2004.
YouTube, founded on 02/14/2005.
Twitter, founded on 03/21/2006.
32. The Webtiger's mark (oh, vanity), proposed on Thursday, 03/27/2014.
Web Phantom
I have a dream (please pardon me for copying a Martin Luther King's phrase):
That some day someone (who?) can create some kind of "Web Phantom" —a special software— that automatically send the first 50 words of each website to a huge repository of visible, manipulatable-by-all-of-the-users, shareable, modifiable, crystal-clear, see-thru, free databases, not hidden to the public eye —hidden are the databases of Google, Ask, Bing, Yahoo!, et cetera.
That some day someone (who?) can create some kind of "Web Phantom" —a special software— that automatically send the first 50 words of each website to a huge repository of visible, manipulatable-by-all-of-the-users, shareable, modifiable, crystal-clear, see-thru, free databases, not hidden to the public eye —hidden are the databases of Google, Ask, Bing, Yahoo!, et cetera.
miércoles, 29 de enero de 2014
51? functions of a cellular phone
A cellular or mobile phone, a MULTIFUNCTIONAL electronic device, is or may be used as :
(not all of the phones have all of the functions listed below)
1 cordless phone that operates through airwaves
2 radio transmitter
3 radio receiver
4 computer (to browse the internet, send and receive electronic mails, chat...)
5 virtual arcade/virtual casino
6 electronic typewriter
7 word processor
8 viewer of texts
9 issuer/sender of texts (messages)
10 receiver of texts (messages)
11 texts' archive/file or repository/manager of texts (messages)
12 photographic camera
13 viewer of photographs/images
14 issuer/sender of photographs
15 receiver of photographs
16 photographs' file/repository/manager of photos
17 video camera
18 video player
19 video sender/issuer
20 video receiver
21 videorecorder, camcorder/video repository/manager of videos
22 audio recorder/recorder of sounds/phonograms or sonograms
23 audio player
24 issuer/sender of audio archives
25 receiver of audio archives
26 audio archive/repository/manager of phonograms or sound files
27 operator/runner of applications*
*for example, a cell phone can support blood pressure monitors —having previously downloaded the appropriate application
http://www.consumerreports.org/cro/news/2012/03/new-blood-pressure-monitors-work-with-your-cell-phone/index.htm
28 television set, to watch television online
http://electronicdesign.com/blog/how-watch-tv-your-cell-phone (an April 6, 2013 newspaper article).
29 clock
30 alarm/wake alarm
31 stopwatch
32 timer is a rememberer, which remembers you of how many minutes left for anything (exempli gratia, cooking);
—Now, independent timers (not integrated into cell phones) can be integrated into conventional ovens, microwave ovens, washers, dryers; also, they can be used as simulators of human presence, allowing an electronic device (such as a radio receiver or a light) remains lit, to prevent theft
33 calendar
34 calculator
35 lamp
36 phone book, directory (contacts)
37 schedule of tasks
38 log
39 converter (sometimes automatic) of currency by multiplication and division according to the exchange rates
40 converter (sometimes automatic) of temperature scales
41 control for electronic devices (television set, video player, refrigerator, microwave oven... ), for example, to switch channels when watching television
42 document/image/picture scanner
43 fax
http://home.howstuffworks.com/scan-fax-using-camera-phone.htm
44 barcode reader
45 dot matrix or two-dimensional barcodes' reader, QR, Quick Response
46 geolocator
47 buzzer/vibrator
48 compass
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compass
in the caption below the second picture the Wikipedian file quoted immediately above, you can read: "A smartphone that can be used as a compass because of the magnetometer inside"
49 translator
50 interpreter
51 secretary: sometimes, a cell phone can replace a human secretary, just when anyone is using an intelligent personal assistant, such as:
Braina;
Apple’s Siri;
Microsoft Cortana;
Google Now;
Amazon Echo;
LG's Voice Mate;
Microsoft Cortana;
Samsung's S Voice;
HTC's Hidi;
SILVIA.
—
To know the IMEI (International Mobile Equipment Identity*) of any mobile or cellular phone, and other electronic devices:
*Sometimes: International Mobile Station Equipment Identity.
Press *#06# ... and hey presto!
Asterisk, number sign,* zero, six, number sign.
*or pound symbol, or noughts-and-crosses sign, or tic-tac-toe sign
Write down the 15-digit IMEI number of your electronic device, and keep the piece of paper in your closet, or in a drawer of your desk, ... or send it to yourself, to your e-mail address. One or both of these measures will prove to be useful when notifying the telephone company so that they can disable your device in case it is stolen.
The IMEI number is a 15-digit one, a unique number assigned to a mobile.
Sometimes, the acronym SVN (software version number) also appears, followed by a two-digit number.
—
Added on purpose (not a mistake):
Synonyms for...:
archive
attic
cabinet
cellar
closet
cupboard
registry
repository
store
warehouse
(not all of the phones have all of the functions listed below)
1 cordless phone that operates through airwaves
2 radio transmitter
3 radio receiver
4 computer (to browse the internet, send and receive electronic mails, chat...)
5 virtual arcade/virtual casino
6 electronic typewriter
7 word processor
8 viewer of texts
9 issuer/sender of texts (messages)
10 receiver of texts (messages)
11 texts' archive/file or repository/manager of texts (messages)
12 photographic camera
13 viewer of photographs/images
14 issuer/sender of photographs
15 receiver of photographs
16 photographs' file/repository/manager of photos
17 video camera
18 video player
19 video sender/issuer
20 video receiver
21 videorecorder, camcorder/video repository/manager of videos
22 audio recorder/recorder of sounds/phonograms or sonograms
23 audio player
24 issuer/sender of audio archives
25 receiver of audio archives
26 audio archive/repository/manager of phonograms or sound files
27 operator/runner of applications*
*for example, a cell phone can support blood pressure monitors —having previously downloaded the appropriate application
http://www.consumerreports.org/cro/news/2012/03/new-blood-pressure-monitors-work-with-your-cell-phone/index.htm
28 television set, to watch television online
http://electronicdesign.com/blog/how-watch-tv-your-cell-phone (an April 6, 2013 newspaper article).
29 clock
30 alarm/wake alarm
31 stopwatch
32 timer is a rememberer, which remembers you of how many minutes left for anything (exempli gratia, cooking);
—Now, independent timers (not integrated into cell phones) can be integrated into conventional ovens, microwave ovens, washers, dryers; also, they can be used as simulators of human presence, allowing an electronic device (such as a radio receiver or a light) remains lit, to prevent theft
33 calendar
34 calculator
35 lamp
36 phone book, directory (contacts)
37 schedule of tasks
38 log
39 converter (sometimes automatic) of currency by multiplication and division according to the exchange rates
40 converter (sometimes automatic) of temperature scales
41 control for electronic devices (television set, video player, refrigerator, microwave oven... ), for example, to switch channels when watching television
42 document/image/picture scanner
43 fax
http://home.howstuffworks.com/scan-fax-using-camera-phone.htm
44 barcode reader
45 dot matrix or two-dimensional barcodes' reader, QR, Quick Response
46 geolocator
47 buzzer/vibrator
48 compass
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compass
in the caption below the second picture the Wikipedian file quoted immediately above, you can read: "A smartphone that can be used as a compass because of the magnetometer inside"
49 translator
50 interpreter
51 secretary: sometimes, a cell phone can replace a human secretary, just when anyone is using an intelligent personal assistant, such as:
Braina;
Apple’s Siri;
Microsoft Cortana;
Google Now;
Amazon Echo;
LG's Voice Mate;
Microsoft Cortana;
Samsung's S Voice;
HTC's Hidi;
SILVIA.
—
To know the IMEI (International Mobile Equipment Identity*) of any mobile or cellular phone, and other electronic devices:
*Sometimes: International Mobile Station Equipment Identity.
Press *#06# ... and hey presto!
Asterisk, number sign,* zero, six, number sign.
*or pound symbol, or noughts-and-crosses sign, or tic-tac-toe sign
Write down the 15-digit IMEI number of your electronic device, and keep the piece of paper in your closet, or in a drawer of your desk, ... or send it to yourself, to your e-mail address. One or both of these measures will prove to be useful when notifying the telephone company so that they can disable your device in case it is stolen.
Sometimes, the acronym SVN (software version number) also appears, followed by a two-digit number.
—
Added on purpose (not a mistake):
Synonyms for...:
archive
attic
cabinet
cellar
closet
cupboard
registry
repository
store
warehouse
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