Dende MakersLugo, este 2019 será o sexto ano consecutivo que intentaremos outro evento maker aberto a tódolos públicos. Aproveitando a celebración global do Arduino Day, será o sábado 6 de Abril, en Lugo. Sendo nesta fecha para non coincidir con outros Arduino Day de España.
Pretendemos que sexa un día de celebración, con outros makers, de coñecernos, de charlas, de ideas, e de mostrar esa cacharrada que se construe ao longo do ano na casa. Como o que nos gusta é compartir e aprender, estamos deseosos de novos "trasteadores" e "pensantes", que queiran mostrar os seus proxectos, presentarnos as súas ideas, ou facer pequenos obradoiros.
Nós mostraremos algo do que temos entre mans, pero queremos contar co maior número de persoas posible. Así que dende aquí abrimos un período de propostas a todo aquel que desexe un espacio para amosar o que está a facer, realizar un obradoiro relacionado con Arduino e as tecnoloxías libres, ou dar unha breve presentación pública dos seus proxectos.
Este sabádo día 26 de Xaneiro, pretendemos montar en horario de mañan 10:30 a 13:30 aprox, unha Ender 3 para o noso local.
Aproveitando que os nosos socios van a estar montando esta impresora, tiñamos pensado abrir o noso local as persoas interesadas en ver a montaxe, resolver dudas sobre esta maquina, ou outras, e sobre todo pasar un bo rato.
Si estas interesado en asistir, aprender, resolver dudas, e pasar unha mañan diferente, apuntate no seguinte formulario, para ter unha previsión da asistencia.
Confiamos nos deuses da loxistica, que sempre se levan ben cos "Makers"!!
The magician's assistant, by Ann Patchett, is a family story under odd circumstances. Set around the same time it was published (1997), it touches topics that were part of the life of many, although not part of the mainstream news at the time: violence in the family, how life differs in small and big places, homosexuality, and AIDS.
It's told from the perspective of Sabine, the best friend, assistant, and wife of Parsifal, a homosexual man that lives with Phan, his partner. Sabine and Parsifal marry when Phan and Parsifal are diagnosed AIDS so Sabine can inherit their state. She is in love with Parsifal.
Upon Parsifal death, Sabine is shocked to learn that his family is alive, despite what he had told her. They are from Alliance, a small place in Nebraska, and want to visit Los Angeles, where Parsifal lived, to get a sense of how life was for him. Sabine agrees and tours them for a few days, in the hope of discovering why he hadn't told her the truth. Through this tour, you are acquainted with the main characters. It's like a warm-up before the real match.
Parsifal's family turns out to be fine people, and the tragic event that made Parsifal break with them is revealed to Sabine. Fast-forward: she's invited to a wedding in Nebraska, which she agrees to attend as an opportunity to connect with Parsifal's childhood and find some rest. So we now have Sabine embedded in an environment so different to hers: a small town with little to do and few opportunities to reinvent yourself, a conservative society, and a family that had struggled (and still is) with domestic violence. This is the real match. We have now a vessel (Sabine) to cross the river of understanding: in one shore, a liberal society where you can be whatever you want; in the other, a conservative community that pressures you to be like the others.
The story ends with the liberal Sabine realizing that the only way that conservative family can break the vicious loop they find themselves in is by providing them an escape hatch. Perhaps this is also the message Ann Pratchett wants to convey: let's be less judgmental and more empathetic.
This book is beautifully written. The rhythm is slow but steady, with enough details to fill your imagination but not too many to get in the way of the story. The use of magic as a second thread and the dreams to feed us information was great. It is a straight story, doesn't have many layers to it. To a modern reader, it may feel perhaps a bit dated and certainly stereotypical in some ways (Nebraska, anyone?), but if you consider the time it was published (1997) I think it was actually a very brave book to publish.
This book was the Reading Club assignment for December 2018.
This is a character-driven story. Jules and Nicole are successful by most standards: they are wealthy, well-known, and have family and friends. They are also suffering an inner transformation. Jules's parents have recently passed away and that event is the catalyst that pushes him to reconsider his life, put an end to his marriage, and give away his possessions. Nicole is a writer that's suffering a block that has lasted for too long and has triggered an irreversible inner change. They're both non-practicing Jews living in NYC and visit Israel as part of his longing for something else in their lives.
Chapters alternate Jules and Nicole. Jules is written in the third-person while Nicole is in first. Nicole's part feels like a stream of inner thoughts at times, like a diary: raw, unconnected, unpolished, and without a clear place in the story. Jules' is a bit more focused, but still rambly.
The plot has some under-developed areas and dead ends. I think this is intentional. Based on how well some parts are written and some vivid and rich scenes, I don't think the author lacks the ability to write a novel. To the contrary, it felt like a sort of a meta-layer to the story, a post-modernist experiment to subvert the implicit reader-writer contract. The reason I think this is because, in the story, Nicole is fond of Kafka, and the fact that Kafka's work was published after his death (although he wanted it buried because he considered his work incomplete) has a big role in the story; to the point that she plays with the idea that someone else has heavily edited Kafka's manuscripts and created Kafka's mythology. It leads me to believe the own Forest Dark is a little unfinished on purpose.
I'd say this book isn't for everyone, I'd recommend a little research before reading. Although I tried hard to engage, the ratio of words that contribute to the story VS words that sound smart but are empty was remarkably low for my taste. It ended up being a little more experimental than I like.
This book was the Reading Club assignment for November 2018.
William Maxwell published this book in 1937, and I've read it +80 years later. One of the things I liked about They came like swallowsis how the story builds on the use of simple words and ideas, how it doesn't need complexity to give the scenes a sense of fear, warm, or excitement. It just describes what's happening, it is honest and beautiful writing, it isn't pretentious but real. Perhaps that's why it aged well.
From the perspective of three males -husband and sons- we are told about the accounts of a middle-class family in the United States at the beginning of the twentieth century - specifically in the Autumn of 1918, in the middle of the Spanish flu.
We're introduced to the story from the perspective of the little Bunny, an 8-year old which comments on the adult world from his perspective. Then goes Robert, Bunny's big brother, which I was prepared to hate after reading the first part - what I've got instead was a nuanced teen with his own struggles. Finally, the circle is closed with James, the father. Through the perspectives of these men at different stages in life, we learn what the author has to say about life, which is well captured by the title: swallows come and go, so does life.
This book has many angles a reader can enjoy: domestic realism, a historic account of the effects of Spanish flu at the beginning of the century, etc. One that I haven't seen talked about is feminism and matriarchy. I believe you could read this as an homage to spouses and mothers of all times, but also as a plea for stopping offloading work to them, as for Elizabeth is the one that does the emotional labor, plans the future, and takes care of the house. I don't think that was the intention of the writer, but the fact that she doesn't get to say anything but through the voices of the loving men around her is just the perfect metaphor to channel that kind of message.
Já faz mais
de um mês que cheguei e ainda sinto que estou chegando:
as emoções de um intenso encerramento do meu ciclo no Brasil;
falta de pessoas importantes do meu dia a dia brasiliense;
... Reencontrando – aos poucos, com muita calma e presença – pessoas queridas deste lado do oceano e me enriquecendo a cada reencontro;
e refletindo sobre os ritmos, os cheiros, os sabores, as crenças, as atitudes, os
desafios, as oportunidades destas latitudes;
o português e reaprendendo o espanhol e galego (está bem engraçado/divertido o
remix que estou fazendo);
... Reinventando outra rotina diária nestes meses de andarilha por terras ibéricas;
... Honrando as minhas raízes e ancestralidade, o qual está trazendo reflexões internas;
a Lomi Lomi Nui devagarzinho mas com o meu olho brilhando a cada oportunidade;
Confirmando que poderia ser tranquilamente vegetariana com direito a consumo de
linguiça e algumas outras delícias de porco (hahaha);
acostumando ao frio (e isso que o inverno não está forte este ano);
... e me organizando devagarzinho em vários níveis (as consultorias, a viagem ao Brasil (em um mês estarei por aí! :-)), os reencontros ibéricos, os sonhos ibéricos, as mensagens pessoais pendentes de resposta)...
E acho que por hoje, vou concluir estas reflexões/letras gerais dizendo que estou feliz e que sou muito grata pelas pessoas que nutrem a minha vida a cada lado do oceano...
This book was the Reading Club assignment for June 2018, the last before the summer hiatus.
This is a thriller that builds slowly. Rachel is the main character, she's a depressed, mentally unstable, and alcoholic woman that can't cope with having lost her husband to another woman. Megan is also lost and has her own difficulties to find anything that fills her in life. Anna is a housewife and mother whose life goals are fulfilled.
Like in a jigsaw, we're presented with partial and unreliable information about what's happening to each one of them, which helps to build and keep the narrative tension. Through the story, they face different facets of emotional dependency, abuse, or personal struggles with life. There are some scenes that I particularly liked it because they embody so well one of the themes that give shape to the zeitgeist of our era: Rachel, in her daily train trips to work, invents any kind of stories about the people she sees through the window; their lives are always happier and out of struggles. We know that's not true, but she doesn't have that information. This made me reflect on our interactions through the so-called social networks and how they can be so much detached from the real ourselves in so many ways.
At times, I was so dragged to the story, that I even found myself reading while walking to board a plane.
It took me half an hour to finish it. I haven't read yet any of the Earthsea stories but there is no magic or dragons in Omelas, so I'd guess this is more of a Hainish taste. Being already familiar with the plot, it lacked a climactic moment and the story didn't spark any more thoughts than I had already given to the topic when I first learned about it. It's probably wise to avoid related material about short-stories you want to read if you don't want them to be spoiled, but the advice is particularly true for this one. I wish I hadn't read anything about it.
I still liked how it's built on simple language and a raw metaphor anyone can relate to. Reading it helped me to consolidate this idea of Ursula being not a novelist but an anthropologist who happens to be interested in fictional societies. Writing stories about non-existing societies was her way of researching a topic, live with the locals, and explaining to us what it was like living in that world.
The anthology I bought includes an intro commentary by the author about how she came up with the Omelas word which was also fun and humanizes the way I picture writers work.
In November 2016, I switched from QWERTY to Dvorak. The past year, the change wasn't noticeable yet, so I was hoping this year would.
This is the completely unscientific test I run: I visit TypeRacer and record races - I'm going to settle at 20 from now on. The texts aren't the same from year to year, I just trust the random nature of TypeRacer to give me different kind of them: short, large, with tons of punctuation, with very few breaks, and so on.
It looks like I've already surpassed my previous baseline after two years using Dvorak - both in terms of speed and accuracy. I had been using QWERTY for about 15 years before switching, so that's impressive. I guess I'm able to introduce bugs in my code faster!
In a more qualitative note, 2018 has been a year of consolidation. Unlike in 2017, I haven't changed my input devices and my keyboard configuration has remained the same - that has probably helped my muscle memory to develop faster. I still don't have a steady rhythm and there are some characters I struggle to type. The accuracy results are more meaningful to me than the speed, as that speaks about my finger health long-term, which was the main reason I was interested to give Dvorak a try.