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(or book as a new technology)

The book, naturally, we look to the generations to educate the thread of his ink, like any other technology, but dedicated for a long, deep and very different service to man. Can be viewed as an extension of self (and us) that has the ability to get rid of the individual and last over time, distributed in space, and therefore reach the hands and eyes and minds varied and diverse in the future of History. Until the advent and popularization of the media, and especially of the hypermedia environment, the book has been regarded as the natural support the transmission of knowledge and common means of interaction, on a journey that goes back to the dawn of Christianity, when there is the codex as a block of sheets in succession that allowed greater ease of searching and indexing the contents: it was possible to go forward or backward with ease, and was convenient to add new sheets or create different volumes depending on the interest and needs, placing one after the other notebooks with different pieces of source. Was extended practice took some miscellaneous custom editions. Among the ashes of the Library of Alexandria was the traditional format of antiquity was roll, with that extraordinary complication to visit sections were virtually nonexistent in the continuous flow. Thus, the book is complicated technologically with indexes, chapters and several sections, numbers ... In the West must leerese from top to bottom, left to right, and give the pupils Olympic jump into the abyss of every page. Surely it must be easy to get used to this new format, which in the fifteenth century definitely encouraged and extended printing. What is, then, what's natural and learned, reading a book? I imagine a pure digital native to the bewilderment of a young apprentice in a distantly medieval scriptorium, asking for help ...







The possible lack of familiarity with the handling of this medium of writing in this novel format, and may no longer seems so natural, now emerge as millenarian concern to the Check the reading on electronic media, especially after the successful launch since 2007 of a new generation of e-readers and readers of electronic books: devices that can play digital literature (perhaps electrocuted, if you look): ie mere translation of plain text from a print to another address. The efforts made for years timidly industry have sprung up in recent months at the confluence of digital ink technology (e-ink ) with entertainment-oriented mobile devices (console and mobile) and an emerging market for digital text by large companies (Amazon ). From this comes the Kindle and all other readers . The reactions are not expected in a 2.0 world and praises much as question is ease, comfort, relevance of reading digitized so. The threat of the much talked about and planned since at least a decade about the book in printed format, now assumed to be so traditional and natural, roll that old forgotten in the centuries of centuries, seems to take physical form and, especially, gain market . comparisons begin, and elegies are elevated to the book at the same time we are witnessing with astonishment the rediscovery of their technology so old, so natural, and effective. Thus, the crisis of support written on his bookish format, offers a string of bailouts on form, function and structure, to the point of recovering a technological splendor able to compete with their enemies electronics, which remain as a caricature of a vain aspiration .







Postmodernism happily destroys any category, to the newly created by the latest technological wizardry to the masses. From this point of view, dammit! the book is undoubtedly the perfect gadget to read books printed. The mere scanning, while a necessary step for its entry into the digital environment does not contribute much to the text as reading experience ("increase the size of the guy in front of a traditional magnifying glass? Against the classic notes underlining and marginalia ? as open searches for words that are only used for testing whether this function is true?). Therefore, the transfer to the new environment is technologically literal, that is, wrong as inadequate. Pure treason text (traduttore, traditore!) . Where is the book was 2.0 in facebook and twitter ? The message is clear: we do not want, or need to at least one electronic reader as we now offer to read. Pdf,. Epub or. Mobi, War and Peace . For that we already printed books which drove gloriously complicated technology, and no war of formats and incompatibilities or other limitations.

For all this, it appears that the crisis does not stand is both the book, precisely, its role is well defined in many ways and still have proposals to the table, probably even more specialized in their role as printed material most peculiar device. Support crisis falls upon hypermedia devices, which the editors-thinking- paper even really knows what to do with a text you miss to give an appropriate digital form.

No doubt this is the real crisis in the sector to which the iPad was (although it does for its program precisely iBooks, but for everything else) now intends to show a garden of Forking Paths .

PS: I leave this conference Mark Pesce on the origin and nature of hypertext in a digital medium and the nature of the text in the codex support, very clearly to understand the changes involved in moving to each other and the current editorial. Step directly at the moment in which he analyzes the media in relation to the provision of content.

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day Third day: about the imminent extinction + Urban

What I do here gives me some English resort of the world, TV program, aspiring tour guide between ridiculous and pretentious. On the other hand, I think it's not bad that instead of looking for elements that stand out (which is what we make of those who write), do not stand out at all, be a English woman in the world (for Madrid this case), a TV show, a brochure, a tour guide with aspirations between ridiculous and pretentious.

In a previous post I mentioned a blog cojo, Urban Idade: reports urban networks, administered by someone who calls Enrique Fidel. I said, if I dared, I would write. Well, I did, and luck: EF today who told me to call him K., but here is Urban, has made me stroll through Tetouan.

is rare to meet someone who has not seen in your life. I only have done three times, and the feeling has been similar: that an all-always-end is possible (which is not far not come to my mind, which needs strong incentives to stay alert). Then end nothing happens, but this time the meeting was very interesting. Urban is an expert in the northern part of the city. He says it's because he has always lived there. History is known, the names of the architects, the type of population that has rulado the neighborhoods. She said, "There's always something that at first glance you notice, and that's no fluke." Cuando descubrí su blog pensé que sus fotos eran las que yo haría, y hoy me faltó gritar eureka, pues aquel pensamiento (o más bien visión)  no fue  ninguna casualidad.

Además de lo catalogable en Wikipedia, archivos y demás, Urban es una suerte de descubridor  de lo extraño, de aquello en lo que nadie repara, de lo que está a punto de extinguirse, de lo precario, de lo que no es digno de mención. De lo que a mí me interesa. Su búsqueda es the identity of the neighborhoods, which is like trying to keep the water in his hands, especially in Madrid, where there is more political than exploitation. That is: to conserve the center and let it degrade (for "best" build) the areas where tourists do not come or not politicians. Says Urban, who write useless desperate cases of people who resist going to demolish buildings, which is not retained for conservation, but to respect the land, not to let be destroyed. If instead of tear them down, have fixed the old buildings, perhaps we would have a healthier way of living, and neighborhoods would not give the impression of being mere storage of bodies.

The appointment was at the corner of McDonald's de Cuatro Caminos. Do not remember the order, and perhaps a bit Shifting Urban's words, but I do not care too much precision. First I pointed out a brick building at the roundabout. "That you will know what it is," and I said "yes", although I had no idea. I've been watching this building since I came to Madrid, and I've never wondered what the hell home. Urban has told me and, of course, and I forgot. I have no encyclopedic retention rate and / or scholarly and, again, I do not intend details here (that I would have to give Google all the time). I think in any case that the architect was the same as that of the Residencia de Estudiantes Antonio Flórez Urdapilleta (whose idea of \u200b\u200barchitecture was very much of the Free Institution of Education), and type of brick a foretaste of what we would see as an humble, including: the brick of a little over a century, with those who migrated to Madrid were built, sometimes their own homes, some of which are still standing (as Urban). Another of the buildings of the architect, very similar to the Central Hall and the residents Trasantlántico is the CEIP Jaime Vera, Bravo Murillo:

Beside other building apparently famous, which I had not noticed ever, the old cinema Europe, which today is this:

Callejas a while. First we see an aqueduct that is part of Canal de Isabel II, then arrived at the Avelino Street Montero Ríos, in which Urban wants to show a brick townhouses are well preserved:

He says, "Look at how small is the space. " In the street were knocked down one of these attached to erect a modern building which I like because it breaks a constructive environment, although of course that's not normal. Fuencarral already saw a building of this type, that is not the center or not this nerve. I guess that is an alternative to the type insipid mass building of neighborhoods:

Strolling a little more, we come to other two modest milestones: the home of Santa Maria Marceliano , a painter who lived not too bad, and if I mistake not, a building housing for workers in the Construction Charity , I think in the street Tenerife

We snuck into the building of the Construction Charity, which has a beautiful patio and prison:

The nearest Tetouan Cuatro Caminos is a hodgepodge of buildings of various kinds, in general, are well preserved. Urban tells me that in the 60 neighborhood was like in 1900, and he still remembers when all houses were low, similar to those of the street Pinos Alta, where there was a dance studio:

degradation is higher as we climb towards Plaza de Castilla. Urban tells me about the buildings occupied by professionals of the case, the squatters, for immigrant families. Walled up the doors and windows is useless, people break them and installed in homes:

This phenomenon is so common that the property be unemployed looking like they have to put up signs to warn hunters of roofs:

degradation in cold blood and a makeshift community garden on a plot:

We reached the

Ventilla, whose history is here .

Thanks, Urban.

Angeles

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tells me that Antonio Lopez has said in an interview recent than that inspires him is not the center of Madrid, but the city that plays with the "field." The quotation marks because Madrid and not adjacent to the field, but with the roads. Despite this objection, if you ask me I'd say the same as the famous painter.

This is part of what I'm writing now:

"My financial situation was not good. He had to change my apartment for another in Aluche Tirso, on top of a hill where had a large plot. I was told that it was the hill from which he had painted Antonio López views of the city but all I found in my search surfer was a landscape from Vallecas and another that said "southern Madrid, that did not match what I saw through the window. However it seemed a lot, especially going up the asphalt and exhaust pipes and scorching the ashen cloud that blended with the light of summer, and when he went to the balcony to hang laundry did so with the conviction that this was the exact spot from which displayed the south of Madrid. Working in the lounge of the house, oceanfront red brick buildings and solar over whose land mazacote jaramagos grew a strange yellow, and every Monday reached the seventh floor of the Editorial Group to deliver the books to correct them. "

By the way, the header of this blog is taken from a painting by Antonio López: Vallecas from Mount Uncle Pio (1980 )

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This week I was unable to ride my peripheral. dominguera flu and a trip to the flea market have prevented me get out of the dish. The flu does not let me walk the other day from Fuencarral to Plaza de Castilla, as I thought, and visit the colonial San Cristobal, object link that sent me Esther, who has warned me not think me more tip. The link leads to a helluva blog called "Urban Age '. Memoirs of urban networks, which does what I want here, but otherwise, with information and will file. The post is dedicated to the Colonia San Cristobal begins: "In 1948 it is projected the extension of the Avenida del Generalissimo and raises the Colonia San Cristóbal (1948-1949), a collaboration between the Municipal Housing and Municipal Transport in Madrid, which was then installed in its bus garages in front of houses. In order to provide affordable housing for employees of the Company EMT is responsible el proyecto al arquitecto Secundino Zuazo (urbanista comprometido con la República y luego uno de los autores del modelo arquitectónico del primer franquismo, a pesar de haber soportado un largo exilio como castigo a su republicanismo) , que utiliza la bóveda tabicada y el ladrillo en este curioso conjunto de casas baratas de los años 40". Se ilustra el tema con fotos:

(De nuevo, idealización del pasado. Me digo: aquí if there was space / feeling of freedom, I mean the field, out and down to earth, but as they stepped out and shit-).

who carries the great blog called, or calling, Enrique Fidel, and Flickr photos are the ones I would get if I worked the camera. Who will be the namesake of view? If I'm game, as I write. There may be lucky and take me for a walk in the huts.

The story of John P . on Plaza de Castilla, which also spoke in the post above, begins: "La Plaza de Castilla was a strange place. The first time I saw must have been from the hundred of my mother, way school. But do not hold any of your images after window. Later, also the way to school, I should go looking now from the windows of the bus route. But the truth is that I should go too busy in the hubbub that was mounted inside. Nor did I see then. "The story talks about the limits, and I realize that if he had come to Plaza Castilla on my last trip, I would have removed the story, as I walked over delimiting. In addition it was Sunday and it was hot, and everyday life the story of John P. is of a winter day on weekdays.

Charo I wrote again. First to send me a report where it has a walk The P . Is entitled TERRITORIES BY DIRECT OBSERVATION AND ANALYSIS OF THE INTERVIEWS, and I think that sums up what is the work of Charo. Pego is what follows (I realize that my choice does not override the social, what I want is to transpose the monotonous landscape style, what would be an infinite repetition of this): "We left the Workshop School and we Amate internees walking through the low houses. It is surprising to see these village streets that seem so close to the subway station "May 1st", integrated into the urban structure of S., quiet streets and quiet in the morning of autumn (November 2009), formed different from each other by houses, which reflect their origin from self behind the facades of varying quality, individual care. We passed a tree-lined square with benches, before reaching the avenue which separates us from the TB, that area which is popularly known in S. as "The Father" and that includes the following neighborhoods: The P., M. D., C. and N. The walk, from that border, we take a mixture of realities in this small urban area (the smallest of the 4 territories), our companion (inhabitant of the area, and was also selected key informant) helps us to look carefully. "Lo" key informant "puts the estrangement and suspense the text. Literary.

In his second e-mail Cheryl wants to know why I thought the actions of the gypsies of The Pour. I went to see the play with a friend, theater director, and just screaming. My friend shouted that there was no right to the English Theatre will schedule a show performed by people who were not professional, it seemed that everything was assembled with facile resources, how to put music from Kusturica, who felt that the Roma were to the signal, and the work of Lorca had a light snack. I turn shouted that I liked just because it was not a professional job, because the Roma were all the time to sign because they put music Kusturica and they had done what he had been given the win to the work of Lorca. He yelled that the work I had liked all what gives me creepy theater: actors acting, false naturalness, etc. She got even more black and shouted that there is good theater that false naturalness, how dare you say that with the little drama he had seen, and I screamed again he would not see more because I hated to see actors acting, and she then shouted that he had no right to speak if only he had seen evil deeds. We arrived at the Korean-Japanese hoarse where we dined.

I do not want to finish without telling you about my trip today, not peripheral, Pilar, who lives in Aluche, but born in Cascorro, told me a novel called The Lone El Rastro, in honor of a kind selling comics in The Lone Ranger Trail disguised. One day he went to Ranger and said, I'm going to get into a novel. Now that he has already written, has not said anything, not even know if you continue with your business. Luis V., which has one of its seats compared to marijuana and has hosted, has illustrated the origin of the name of the famous market of Madrid. Formerly there was a slaughterhouse in Cascorro. The blood of animals running street down, and hence the area known as Trail. Roxana's husband has said that Mexico is often called "trace" the space around slaughterhouses.

(The only memory I have of the city is that of my father. When I go to flea market, I try to pass what was his home, near Tirso, compared to the movies Alba , a room X) FOR THE COMIC

We have already started work. It is obvious to me who had not read comics since before my teens, a surprise. Image is everything, and I have to cut the text to a minimum. Also I find with some satisfaction that what you hear out there that the best novel is now a comic (or TV series) is, in a literal sense, a fallacy. Even if you write in a visual way, the context determines everything, and if he is literary, visual, is generated within the "norm" in literature. To be another format becomes something different.