The Ink and The Cuts on my Skin

I've learnt so many things since my father was gone. I want to talk about this because like say Christian Salmon: ¨a story doesn't narrated is a story doesn't examined¨.  So this story has been the unfortunated event that will build my new post. 

As fast as I finished my school I stared to work in restaurants, because when I had to do hausework I discovered my habilities for the gastronomy so I studied it without know that like a work the gastronomy is more a technique than an art. It was the hardest that I've lived, I cut and burnt  my hands loads of times. 

In that moment my mom spent her time working, I didn´t feel good but I couldn't talk to her. my sister became my bestfriend but she stayed at home all the time and that made her bored, so  she knew a guy, them she was gone, too. I have a tattoo with my sister's name.

But everything wasn't such bad. My sister got pregnant, I know, she could take a better decision because she's younger than me, but everything is done. Now she lives with me and my mom and the babygirl has been the happiness in my home for  two last years. I try to speak to her in English and she must think that i'm crazy. 

All the bad things always bring something good. I've been sad but that sadness has made significant every happy moment.  Now I'm stronger and I have more confidence in myself in what I'm able to do and endure. Far o near my family is there for me and I for them. 

Our Monsters

In this case I'm going to raise a frightening idea about our creations and how these ones could make us harm, just like in the famous story Frankenstein.


Which creations am i talking about? What could be so dangerous?


First is necessary to clarify a big and incredible mistake that helps us understand better: Frankenstein was not the monster, Frankenstein was the creator of this epic monster. The monster has never had a name, such was the contempt he suffered. It was so horrible that its first breath caused the Victor Frankenstein's anguish, he only could run away and that was the reason why the monster become in a killer. He was never loved.





Frankenstein spent many months working in his obsessive idea of bringing life from death. He robbed graves and different parts from dead bodies and stole bones and organs. He had chosen its face as a beautiful but how wrong he was. The creature was very tall, his teeth were white and perfect, but these things made the rest of him seem even more horrible, the skin was thin and yellow and barely covered what was underneath it.










Victor Frankenstein rejected it. Not happen the same with our creations. These ones are not unpleasant like the monster. Our creation is the technology, like the Artificial intelligence (A.I.): the science and ingenuity of making intelligent machines, especially intelligent computer programs” (John McCarthy, 1956). But the technology isn't hideous, it's better than the monster. It's the best humanity´s creation after the wheel.





The movie “I Robot” shows us a future where we live in complete harmony with intelligent robots because they are governed by the three laws of robotics that protect us from any harm, those laws were created, maybe, to prevent humankind suffering Frankenstein. Nevertheless there is always a mistake in the creation process.







The technology can destroy us or enslave us for that mistake, we can see it in so many other movies like “Terminator”, “Matrix” even “Resident evil” where a terrifying girl, who is actually a projection of artificial intelligence, catches everyone in a giant underground tunnel with zombies.


That could mean the despair of the human race, even the madness like Jhon Conor’s mother, and also remember the victor´s sickness after knowing about his brother's murder.













Just observe people using their cell phones for long hours, waiting for a notification, waiting for the lastest nintendo's version or waiting, like me, for a robot in the house. The question is: do we use technology or does technology use us?






C. Lorena Aldana C.

Who are we on the net?

Why do we need to  escape from our reality? The answer isn't difficult: the reality is very hard. We must fight with ourselves when we see the violence or the death of the innocent children who live in a country rich in petroleum. The technology become in a door of many possibilities, the possibility to escape or connect to the people, the possibility of being better or sadly being worse.

We can see in the movie "Ghost in the Shell" (1995) that happens in a future time, that people replace the parts from their bodies that not longer work, an eye, a leg, even the brain can be reconstructed with artificial parts. This allows that people been more efficient, some of them can be connected with various agents for a mission without cables or telephones, just ordering to the brain to do it.
In the movie "Her" (2013) the people need a little device (handsfree Bluetooth) for stay connected. It's possible to say that the difference is a matter of time. But when we really are there we must keep fighting because being more physically efficient does not mean being better people.
The problem in "Ghost in the Shell" is that the detective Motoko Kusanagi, who is the main character and who is totally rebuilt, tries to define her essence, her ghost. She can fight better, she is faster and more intelligent, maybe the most intelligent person, and she has the possibility of connecting to the network and look for all kind of information, exactly like Samantha,  the secondary character in the movie "Her". This journey through the network opens up millions of possibilities that confuse and attract these characters.

 Samantha who is an operative system discovered a lot of information in a few seconds and finally she decided to leave her form of existence like O.S. and with this she also left her owner and boyfriend Theodore, who was a real person. When she said goodbye to Theodore she asked him to look for her when he is there in a future. Is that possible for us? When we have the option to connect to a network, will we remain the same? Will we been able to distinguish our 'ghost'? We must be prepared, not only in the scientific, but also morally and spiritually and for been able to use the technology properly, connecting us for being better human beings and not to escape from our reality. 

My mom's potbellied toy

My grandfather who I never met, worked in many things and many houses, in one of them he found a little potbellied toy that he gave to my mom when she was a pretty chubby girl. She used to spend her time dressing and undressing this toy. She doesn't remember where or when she lost it.
My mom used to play with her brothers and sisters but at the same time, she used to cook for the whole family.
She was really peaceful and when she was young she used to reject all her suitors, however, she used to go out to the cinema. But that didn't last long because she started going to a technical institute, she used to go every day to this place where she learned to sew; currently she knows how to make all kinds of clothes.

I came back to the city on flip flops

I'm going to tell you about my vacation, it wasn't really amazing but it was important for me because I understood the nature's power and learned to take care of myself, I mean, I was in trouble and I'm going to tell you why.

I traveled to Guamo, Tolima. On this pleace there are so many rivers and they are magnificent but between May and July it is rainy season, I knew it, nevertheless I didn't care.
I was not going alone, my friend was a pretty girl, she and I decided to camp near the river. It was shining.
I remember that she told me if it rains for over an hour, the river could be dangerous but it didn't rain untill very late when we were already overcome by sleep. When I began to dream, my partner said that she seemed to hear the river very close, to reassure her I opened the tent and looked out to see.
¡The river was right there! Quickly I told her to take out from there the bags and suitcases. She was so scared and I couldn't believe what was going on.
We got out and left the stuff in another safe place; when I wanted to go back to the tent it was gone. Everything happened in seconds.

She and I looked at each other and suddenly we were laughing.
We started looking for a place to sleep, we found a big log cabin, in there we realized that the river also took away my shoes so I came back to the city on flip flops.