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"Have Always Been Citations symbolic," Mr. Rankin says. "I do not think I need anymore symbolic. I want an actual link ."

For years now the Modern Language Association and other professional groups dedicated to academic research and written presentation of their findings are at the crossroads of how to properly cite other technological means other than the book. While there has been establishing the need to cite specific support after the reference, to which are added different specifications if you cite a movie, book, magazine, etc., The issue of e-books is beginning to cause some panic grows as the number of material available through this medium. Why? Pagination poor, nonexistent, or changed due to the method that follows the device. This applies, of course, to the imprecision with which they cite a passage.

While the problem is understandable, it does seem ironic in this way to tame the half-digital, which works with other rules, other methods of location. And it is a problem half. On the one hand, I find it curious that the literature regarding the precise citation page serves, in a clear case of logocentrism form, as published in codex, ie books and magazines, but little impact or at least practice to mark the exact MINUTES certain references to films or sound files. Simultaneously, the increasing ability to find text files on the network than the codex format, without the use unnumbered pages and paragraphs, creating confusion over the alarming situation that some e-books, and aspiring or substitutes and the throne academic authority, lack of adequate or standard paging. But an e-book page, textual composition depends on a steady cash flow moving and the screen depending on the hosting, no longer seems to be the most appropriate if we want to find a quote on it. Because in reality, the best way to find a date is access to the quotation itself.

The purpose of a page in a print edition is the rapid location of a passage within a technological artifact called codex works divided into areas called pages and text blocks called chapters (with several other smaller divisions) referred to in the table of contents or index. Thus was born the greatest virtue of the book analog digital, non-sequential access to large blocks of content. The immobility of the text in that spatial arrangement in leaves but are mobile and can move allows continuous pagination. But the same would be useless in an audiovisual document, which takes place in a fixed space but continuous flow, divisible only by the succession of his times perfectly programmed. In an e-book reader that uses a screen as a fixed space for both the variable of a video stream to the static printed text, even apologizes interest in paging because the remedy in a way the composition of a page we identified display per page. But deep down it lacks a feature perfect for one reason: if I extend the letter of my device, the start page is altered and ceases to be a page to become more and no longer fits the segmentation of my page with the pages of the book (which schizophrenia and conceptual aberration). It should be adapting to the environment: if I find something in a digital device, or go to the hypertext index to address a particular section, or use the form on the first words of the quote I want, instead of searching the page and then the fragment within the various pages of my site. What is more likely if I quote something it is because before I thought and I selected the text, so that a digital annotation is sufficient (though still imperfect systems) to link the appointment with your text, and therefore, the information I have it already saved.

Returning to the quest for accuracy, which is what makes not only to scholars but to very diverse interest in the continued progress of the search engines and web 3, 4, 5.0-What is really needed is to create a system that allows us to connect (silently through the label text document itself) is not only a website or a page within that site, but the exact spot where my appointment starts where you start reading the text that I mean, where I see the concrete bullet comic, which begins my visual dialogue sequence. Where I want in an interconnected system which access is analog in design. In the network I see only two options: either cite any document in general (the URL of the book, video, song, the document) and then use a search engine after our blind date, or rather, we cite in particular, directly linked to point that concerns us the document in question. This latter requires attention and development, especially because we can not rely solely initiatives such as the New York Times , which are very limited and must be carried out manually and growing self-paragraph that you want to link. Videos on YouTube has a system similar link and embed videos from a point, but not limit to the desired sequence.

Kindle Interestingly, whose software did not use any page, just backtrack on its segmentation locations for your books, which certainly gave an accuracy close to the Bible verses and no doubt further than the page. From now returns to the pages, following the print edition, apparently by popular demand. It is true that in reading groups, if some have the physical book and other digital, have a harder time to agree, but it shows that is not used properly the form of the Kindle. And only read new books, because it really is hard to find when several people have different printed editions of a book and page but that does not confuse ...

But the question remains: the digital thread of the citation on the web is still to himself, and it seems that not even dare to turn the page on the subject. When will it be?

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The site within the doomsday house

happens like this: for years I'm sure have crossed several times a medium sized town somewhere in La Mancha whose name I do not remember because the names did not import anything, also claimed to have seen the bed of the Turia River in the days cloudy, threatening to overflow and bring more consistency to the look moldy buildings (the mold was indeed miasma of dust and exhaust). Then I go to old maps, looking for the road running along the southern sub-plateau and there is no city at all, but people schematic plot and sparse. As the river, I write this memory in a story and then I have doubts: what if I dream it? I note that when the torrential rains and floods I was not even born, ergo I dreamed. Or I have invented. No matter: still part of my past. It is an image that contains a feeling that perhaps it took place, and have been feeding to determine my identity and Therefore my sense. However, the form of that sense is hide. The last word has to empty memory. Marguerite Duras said, I spoke of myself as a platform monotonous.

The house end of the world is a book by Monica Dickens I read at age 10. Or at 11. I remember the cover, a dilapidated building and spooky, I remember that I chose this novel because I was worried the picture, and because anything that meant traveling to the land of Oz or a a coven should a place on my shelves. I thought there were worlds beyond this, and that the fictions contained the password. Expected to get up every day and fly out the window mounted on a broomstick. It was enough to give the secret book, or movie, or some formula revealed in Revelation . I read because I wanted, and did not begin with the words, but illustrations of the covers. Sometimes I think that previous reading of the images have been superimposed on the actual reading, so that when I try to recall the contents of a book I mix it with which I first imagined. Many of my memories are fanciful book. For example, I was sure that The doomsday house told the story of a community of children to Langstrum Pipi, but no. It contains are aunts, and a pair of animals abandoned by their parents.

(Here's another example of the type of cover I liked.)

I think my rides have something of the manner in which old selected my reading, I'm going to hunt for something revealing. Like now I'm realistic, I hope the unveiling illuminate certain aspects of this world. I do not know who told me he knew a guy who fell in the last subway stations of all lines of the cities he visited to gain a different perspective. The fact is that in this quest at times I come across images of my past. With my books fantasized. With the end of the world home. This is the story of one of those games.

Vallecas I again, this time low and took the street Portazgo Clown Fofó. I hate clowns.

I have just two hours, and am left with three architects to not know anything. It is assumed that one of them went to my school and we met hundreds of times through the courtyards and corridors. In fact, her face it sounds, and soon invades me that feeling of being helpless to my past. I become what it was, and I do not like.

We go to a bar that looks like a rock del Rayo Vallecano, and now is the waiter who shows helpless before us: we no reeds, no wine, or Coca-Cola or sun, but tea with milk, tea with lemon pennyroyal. He is not sure know how to give good milk tea. It is clear that men entering the bar only.

The architects will be presented to a public competition. The council has demolished nearly all buildings in the colonies St. Francis Xavier and Our Lady of the Angels to create a ecobarrio . Copy: "It will house (the ecobarrio) 2069 public housing units will have renewable energy for its operation, such as biogas, thanks to the Governing Board approved the development project plan Interior Reform (PERI) of the area. "The architects explained to me and I take note. From what I aim, I am interested in this:" It is a gap between grids. The structures give them. "" Strange shapes of the plots, which have to adapt the buildings, strange because they are irregular. "" It is about 3 levels, and propose 8. "" People see the chimneys and scared. "The architects are with me about an hour. Then they go to America to eat the cooked, and I'm going to photograph the site. To reach the street I go Fofó Clown, which is very long, and where there are buildings that I call ilegítimamente "costeros", como éste:

Dicha calle tiene su zona verde (parque Fofó), que parece un cementerio:
 
 
 

 
 
Se llega a un bulevar peatonal donde alguien decidió que no habría locales comerciales:
 
 
 

the end of this soulless turned the corner and arrive at my destination, ie one of the fanciful images of my books. The first thing you see are four huge chimneys, as architects, produce suspicion among neighbors, it does not suggest anything green, but on the contrary, look like out of a nuclear power plant:

increases as I approach my impression of me met with one of those temporary folds speakers Deleuze and Guattari in Critical and clinical (I think it's there) about Proust's madeleine. There are five levels of landscape living together as brothers do not know if: the fireplaces, a modern building on a side, some houses I guess oldest colony in the middle of the mud ruined, gardens and trails around here and there, and no function overlap (though the will) and three or four property than it was the colony, I guess I have not been torn down because there is no way to relocate worldwide.

Using the boundary between the solar without spatial coordinates and Monday January 17 at 15:00 am in San Diego Avenue is the home of the end of the world, main reason for this post:

I go from there rocked by the double fiction.

I thank the architects and get out my broom.

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Vallecas

K. me by e-mail says: "Bring the camera," I do not know as well I dare not answer: "I've lost, but I have the phone." Took a year taking pictures with the phone for anything, I know not pass to your computer. "With cable," he said. "I have no cable." "With bluetooth." I shrug: I'm too lazy to get to find out if my phone has bluetooth, and I end up deleting the files. I assume that technology has to be similar to mentalism, when not responding to my grid scheme, ignore it and fuck me. There spite and revenge in my attitude towards the equipment, which is absurd, but think of the pleasure given to kick a door handle stuck behind us in the elbow.

Las primeras impresiones de una ciudad son imborrables. Entrando por la A-3, carretera que fue mi pista de aterrizaje en la urbe, se pasa por Vallecas, y de ese paisaje procede  mi sensación ladrillista y monstruosa de Madrid, la impresión de que los edificios son apisonadoras y han sido levantados obsesivamente, cuidando de impregnar con el ladrillo los parques, los transeúntes y el aire. Luego una investiga y resulta que las moles sí fueron levantadas con enfermizo ánimo de lucro cuando el urbanismo, a partir de los años 50, comenzó a ser el forraje de las empresas private, which until recently have been enriching themselves by building real shit, as we all know. Sorry, yes, in some parts of Vallecas is very noticeable, and the first day of my stay here when my father brought me into his Volkswagen Passat and we lost by the M-40, my first thought is that the Madrid everything was dry, and crushed the buildings you and that summer was still scorching, but we were in a rare autumn and melted asphalt to land. Someone had let loose machines.

Cojo line 1. In the previous trip Manolo, or maybe it was Esther, told me that this line going through the poor areas, both the center and the periphery. It's true: in line 1 is always more immigrants, and it is difficult to find a seat.

I stayed with K. in the subway exit Vallecas Bridge. It is the second time I see it. We want to get to the center of old town, loitering in the vicinity of the Avenue de la Albufera, which must be coupled with Alcala, one of the longest routes Madrid . Taking the first road on the right going to stop at a shopping area with a market where photos do not do it yet I have not dared to tell K. that I forgot the camera, and I will have to give something. The market is facing a boulevard that recalls the typical walk from the center of the larger towns, although banks are not grandparents, but drug addicts or crazy. Maybe both. I say we are crazy to do drugs, and K. heroin that they have reached the brain. His hypothesis is more reasonable than mine. K. is the man who writes this blog , and in an old post called Urban, today is K. because it has become more routine, and that is the initial of his name. K. knows a lot about certain neighborhoods. Vallecas, he says, research has been done, what we have are memories of adolescence and youth. For him it was Vallecas quinqui and drugs. The most crappy. In his day looked much K. quinqui film, because for a kid offenders represented a heroic challenge to authority.

we turn in the market for vegetables. K. wants us to fish. When we fish, we look not knowing what to do. We went out and we get a tiny street, and you dare tell me I have no camera, and if I can take pictures with it. We stopped in a neighborhood where some areas are closed, "That's because it has There were problems between neighbors, "he says. I do not know what kind of problems is, or what street we are. I rip and I can hardly speak.

We ran into the park Azorín. From here there are good views of Madrid. We went back to the Avenue Albufeira, which generally looks like this:

My intention is to raise a kind of barren hill I remember that strange rose from the window of a taxi the last time I was here, at the time convinced me that it was the Cerro del Tío Pío, but the hill is long before the center of town. In fact, when asked by him to an old man, he says, "We are on the Cerro del Tío Pío. Nothing peeled around us, although an overview, faded by the gray day:

There is also a fire station where tempers are running high:

Do not point at all. Is K. who has taken the trouble to find out where we've been. I have no idea how he has done. The fact is that across the Cerro del Tío Pío wild bricks begins, and each time forced to K. to stop to ask the same question: "And this building, what time is it? ". He knows more or less, and if not, ask a neighbor. I think I said that homes that hit below (colony of Los Alamos, Avenue Pablo Neruda ) are constructions of the 50 or 60. It is cheap and badly damaged buildings:

In the same avenue
find this mole eighties, that reminds me of a prison:

also found this, I do not know if 80 or 90 seems castiza version of Soviet model of building a banlieue :

The builders said in that avenue had no limits, although we must differentiate between what was raised during the 50 and 70, the result of pure speculation and hard (which in neighborhoods meant Vallecas poorly equipped housing, as they were intended for the lower classes), and the buildings that rose in the late 80's and early 90's according to a plan of Madrid Housing Institute who tried to solve , among other things, the problem of the quality of the floors.

I do not know if these unusual shopping centers belong to the plan:

IVIMA

The plan was an alternative to cottages self-construction of the immigrants who arrived in the capital in the 50 from the field, houses were degraded as a result of drugs and crime. Copy of here (article María Carmen García-Nieto Paris, the Universidad Complutense de Madrid; seminar oral sources): "The immigrant population found shelter under its purchasing power, so far from seeing the central points of the city. The characteristics of some of the settlements which were concentrating coincide with those in the area of \u200b\u200bVallecas and especially at the core of Palomera. Urban growth was occurring in connection with illegal subdivisions in remote areas, which involved the illegal conversion of agricultural land in urban and led to the emergence of self migrant neighborhoods. Emerged and new neighborhoods in traditional housing projects, all born, as is the case with Palomera, under the stigma of marginality: self, lack of licenses, material poverty. The attitude of local authorities, extremely forgiving and respectful of the interests of estate agents, allowing the growth of slums and 'legalization' of buildings through various irregular procedures, among which are the fines that, once satisfied, avoided the self-constructed housing demolition. This business, besides being an important source of income for owners and brokers, was in turn an indirect way of valuing the land, after some time, received the status of urban, this entailed the development of new solar gains in held in reserve, or acquired for speculative purposes, also revalued the land that separated the neighborhood of the city. "Charo tells me that the eradication of shanty towns in Palomeras was also" rehabilitation as made big in Europe so far, although that was achieved dignity in self-built housing. "Charo says that" in the fifth race, with Fabio a baby, worked as a pollster for the renovation work in New Palomeras. So, I just got in the flats occupied by Roma families and from Palomeras payas Low. That was a mess. Still scary parts, now imagine more standardized (street Rafael Alberti and there). There were gypsies before answering the DNI asked me and wanted to make sure I was not police. WC had been removed from floors, and finally, much more. Until recently I know that there have been signs in doorways forbidding throwing garbage out the windows. Our friend, Javier, spent his childhood in Palomeras Moves, where they had a great house, I know his parents wept to leave, and his mother, a woman fighter (they were a people of Jaén) spoke personally with the minister at the time and soon to give her a flat in Rafael Alberti, Javier where he lived for several years, until he had to sell it in the 90 (there were still problems of coexistence neighborhood). We lived in the street León Felipe, Rafael and Javier in Alberti. Felipe León floors, which we premiered (the big and beautiful floor that I've had), they were not remodeling, but the new ones, on the other side of Albufeira, yes, everybody. And by the way, were very good. "

Palomeras Park now passes through a ring cyclist:

cross the M- 40:

appears false Cerro del Tío Pío, which I do not know what it is, and that the image is barely noticeable:

K., whose blog is widely visited, I said that recently a woman approached him to see if I could help with Barajas street where his father had lived. Had scoured the area and the street did not exist. K. said that when the villages around Madrid joined the town had to rename the streets, as it had, for example, a main street. The woman was satisfied with the explanation.

As we approach the village, we talk about horror movies. K. has fond lately, I say that I liked as a child and I was alone at home. I was morbid to be scared. Now, however, I can not even see the Fourth Millennium. Then I can not sleep.

The next step when you have been talking about horror films and programs about haunted houses is to ask if you believe in spirits. I reserve my response. I think we were already here:

meter
appeared after the first, and perhaps unique, houses:

Vallecas

people's appearance is very different Palomeras zone. The buildings are low rise, and I do not mind living here if I had work nearby, and friends that go down to the bar:

We reached the square of the village. We sat on a terrace, because the sun has risen. K. says: "How strange to be today Vallecas."

And here I leave, which is New Year's Eve and turkey on the table waiting for me. Happy

2011.