Journey through the second dimension

I was messing around with the blog's design these past few days and the only change I found (sort of) necessary is the one I just did: expand the width of the page. Nine hundred pixels were too narrow in a wider monitor than mine, those so fashionable lately. Too much white space on the sides, made me nervous.

The good news is images will look bigger from now on (beacuse of this thing of mine to make them coincide with the column's width) and that I can name my posts more widely without fearing the double line, which always looks so ugly in a title (at least for the maniac who writes this).

The bad news is the new Blogger templates don't allow percentage width, so instead of establishing a width of a hundred percent (which would occupy the whole width of the screen regardless of screen size) I settled for a thousand pixels, which occupies most of my humble monitor of 1024, doesn't leave much emptiness in one of those pedants of 1360, and doesn't give a complete shit about any resolution narrower than a thousand. The other option would have been getting back to the classic template of my original design, but the Awesome one (the current one) is so cute it makes me want to hug it.

Storm

I like positivists. There, I said it, ¿everyone happy? I know it's an anachronism, but I can't help it. I like people who before starting to question the validity of empiricism, who before criticizing science as an institution, who before pointing the hegemonic interests relevant for the process of legitimation of knowledge, who before questioning the universality of the universe, make sure not to be talking with an obscurantist.

Positivism, with all its faults, tried to prevent the survival of the last vestiges of the Middle Ages. The problem is it failed, and the last medievalists cling in desperation to the theories that overcome positivism to justify themselves. Then, all of a sudden, any moron claims that the interpretation of facts is stronger than the facts and believes that proves as well that the law of gravity is just as demonstrable as the existence of God, then we must believe in both. ¿But do you want to know what's the truth? Because I do too.

Grim Fandango

Simply one of the best things that were made in the history of mankind. Not the best, but certainly one of the best. Anyone claiming videogames aren't artworks should jump from a fifth floor take a peek at Grim Fandango and get convinced once and for all.

¿Why to love the platypus?

     ¿So you want to know why I love the platypus so much? Besides being beautiful, of course. Well, I love the platypus because:

1. they're mammals but they lay eggs, as only the echidna does besides them (I guess I can also sympathize with the echidnas);
2. they're mammals but they're poisonous, so be careful with the two male's heels;
3. they're mammals but they don't have nipples for breastfeeding, they flow milk from the pores of the torso;
4. their sex is defined by ten chromosomes instead of two: ten X for females, five X and five Y for males;
5. they don't resemble anything in this world, except maybe the ducks or the beavers.

     This, obviously, assuming, as I don't get tired of checking, the eccentricities of anything are reason enough to love it.

Phineas and Ferb

¿Did I mention I love Phineas and Ferb? Seriously, I spent years watching TV with my sister, and although we are brothers —half brothers in fact, like Phineas and Ferb are— most of the programs she enjoys are execrable to me.

Until very recently I thought that children's television had no salvation, that everything in it was becoming stupid and stupider every second. I was very surprised to find a funny, intelligent, well written series and, in addition, vice-starred by my favorite non-human animal.

So, honorable Dan Povenmire and Jeff Marsh, ¡I salute you!