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The one where I meet again with old friends

For how often I use them, it's ironic how much I hate social apps. Why? Well, there's nothing social about them anymore. It's just memes and some bragging here and

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I miss the old internet

It finally happened today: I got bored of the internet. Let's be honest, what's there to do? Other than mind-numbly scrolling the feed of social apps, I mean. And what's

Jun 26, 2024
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internet
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Lumiere and Sora are giving AI video super powers

While I've talked about AI in general and also focused a little bit on how it's being used to make music, the topic today is certainly one I thought we

Feb 21, 2024
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Rambling about AI

I was discussing with my friend Pablo what to write here next. You know, it's been a while... again. — Have you done your tour of AI chat bots? —

Nov 4, 2023
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How I am coping with COVID

Hi guys, nice to see you again. Well, to be blunt, it's nice to think that someone is seeing this. But that doesn't deny the fact that something about this

Jan 30, 2021
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Blog en tiempos de COVID-19 II: La venganza

Que tal lectorsillos, buen dia. He vuelto. Por fin pude concentrarme lo suficiente como para poner en orden unas cuantas líneas aqui. Les dire la verdad.. Esta es la segunda

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Let's talk about Joe Black

Just recently I watched Meet Joe Black again. I don't know how long it's been since the last time, but I know it's been at least a few years. And

Sep 21, 2020
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movies
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Blog en tiempos de COVID-19

Que tal lector, buen dia. Viernes... por fin. Para mi, no sé para ti. Si te encuentras leyendo esto, tenemos de dos opciones: Si estás dentro del primer grupo... Tss.

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Luz que opaca (2011)

A veces quisiera dejar de escribirte, detener esas risas que plasmamos en papel, inhalar tantas promesas que soplamos al viento esperando que algún día volvieran a nuestros oídos; a veces

Jan 5, 2011
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