The passage ritual
Ever since graduation day, two weeks ago, we (as in my fellow engineers and me) had planned to attend a large slaughtered pig ceremony with large quantities of alcohol, also known to the world as lechona de sábado en la tarde. It was a twelve hour celebration, featuring 388 beers, 7 bottles of aguardiente, a box of whisky (as in a box of bottles) and several runaway rums. Like every celebration of this nature, by 1:00AM half of the people was gone, and the half that remained was drunk. Several scenes that involved fighting took place, both men showing each other the fists and boyfriends and girlfriends giving each other the bird. Kind of makes you wonder about the future of civilization, if those who are said to be their "finest members" (yeah, right) are (first person, plural form, aka "we" ) involved in such celebrations.
I believe I had not said this befoire so here goes: My ex-kinda-shrink said I was "exogenic", which is a term that means that I seek for causes of bad things in the exterior, instead of looking towards the inside. She also said I was hollow on the inside. But hey, she also said computers are going to suck the living out of human beings, in such a way that coexistance of both humans and machines is not possible. However she did not say this in a "2001 Space Oddysey" kind of way, like something that is going to happen in the future. She said it like something that is going to happen right now. I tried to tell her that the apparent "randomness" of computer behavior (evident seeing the apparent unexplainability of Windows' Blue Screen Of Death) was not the result of an evil mind leaving inside the computer, but that of an evil mind living outside it, also known to the world as "the programmer".
Random unsolicited note:As time passes I see that I enjoy programming computers (or machines, for that matter) more and more, and that I like Beethoven more and more.