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Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:30:58 -0700

hi

how are you

click < here > if you wonder what sound am i listening

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Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:30:34 -0700

This is a "snapshot" of the city I'm living in, Luxembourg Ville!

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Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:04:31 -0700

"Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...

Or feels threatened by me...

Or thinks I'm a smart ass...

Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.

"This is it... this is where I belong..."

I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

The Hacker Manifesto (198 ... by Philipp Lenssen"

Taken from: http://blogoscoped.com/

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Tue, 22 May 2007 18:42:10 -0700

Next you can click on two Swiss websites I heard about when I saw a show at TV5.

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Fri, 11 May 2007 05:22:28 -0700

MY GIRL JUST LOVES IT

SUE
AND SHE'S RIGHT
(she loves that too)

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Sun, 06 May 2007 17:31:38 -0700

I'm sad because once more I was right.

Four years ago I told to some French colleagues: "Sarko will be your next president."
They all said: "No, impossible. Don't be a fool!"

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Mon, 30 Apr 2007 08:32:40 -0700

Listen to good music

Listen to:
http://www.last.fm/listen/user/alma_matters/personal

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Sun, 29 Apr 2007 05:53:31 -0700

WATCH IT

SUE

it's a parody of well-known video/song by a great lady singer, Alanis Morissette

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Sat, 28 Apr 2007 04:07:58 -0700

photo from: http://masters-of-photography.com/N/nadar/nadar_baudelaire_full.html

La Fin de la Journ�e

Sous une lumi�re blafarde
Court, danse et se tord sans raison
La Vie, impudente et crarde.
Aussi, sit�t qu'� l'horizon

La nuit voluptueuse monte,
Apaisant tout, m�me la faim,
Effa�ant tout, m�me la honte,
Le Po�te se dit: "Enfin!

Mon esprit, comme me vert�bres,
Invoque ardemment le repos;
Le coeur plein de songes fun�bres,

Je vais me coucher sur le dos
Et me rouler dans vos rideaux,
O rafra�chissantes t�n�bres!"

poem by: Baudelaire

The End of the Day

In all its raucous impudence
Life writhes, cavorts in pallid light,
With little cause or consequence;
And when, with darkling skies, the night

Casts over all its sensuous balm,
Quells hunger's pangs and, in like wise,
Quells shame beneath its pall of calm,
"Aha, at last!" the Poet sighs.

"My mind, my bones, yearn, clamoring
For sweet repose unburdening.
Heart full of dire, funeral thought,

I will lie out; your folds will cling
About me: veils of shadow wrought,
O darkness, cool and comforting!"

Translated by Norman R. Shapiro

from the page: http://www.press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago/039250.html

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Wed, 25 Apr 2007 13:49:36 -0700

THIS SONG WAS THE STARTING-SIGNAL FOR THE REVOLUTIONARY TROOPS BEGINNING THE MARCH TO LISBON

SUE
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CRUCIAL POINT OF THAT DAY (04/25/1974)
QUARTEL DO CARMO (COMMAND POST OF THE SECRET POLICE AND GOVERNMENT) UNDER SIEGE BY THE REVOLUTIONARY TROOPS

SUE
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