Plantas fósiles

Ya he comentado en alguna que otra ocasión que siempre estoy con la mirada activa, que tiene mucho que ver con mi faceta de escritor, de observador de la realidad y que intento plasmar en las historias que escribo y, también, en las fotografías que saco.

Por esa razón, llevaba unos días pensando en hacer una entrada con las fotos que saqué de las baldosas del centro comercial Alisios, en mi ciudad, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria. Unas fotos que son fósiles de plantas que, por alguna razón, se quedaron grabadas para siempre en las rocas. Espero que les guste.

Las baldosas del centro comercial no son simples fragmentos de piedra; son auténticas ventanas al pasado. Cada una de ellas cuenta una historia que se remonta a millones de años. Los fósiles que descubrí no son solo impresiones de plantas, sino testimonios de una época en la que la vida florecía de maneras que apenas podemos imaginar. Estas plantas quedaron atrapadas en el sedimento, y con el tiempo, se convirtieron en parte de la roca, preservando su forma con una fidelidad asombrosa.

Al caminar por Alisios, uno puede imaginar un antiguo paisaje, una tierra cubierta de vegetación exuberante, con helechos gigantes y árboles primitivos. Cada fósil es una pieza de ese paisaje perdido, un recordatorio de que, mucho antes de que el centro comercial existiera, la naturaleza tejía su propia historia en ese mismo lugar. Al observar estos fósiles, no solo vemos formas y texturas; vemos la huella del tiempo, el testimonio silencioso de un mundo que existió mucho antes que el nuestro.

Los fósiles vegetales, a menudo subestimados en comparación con los fósiles de animales, tienen un valor incalculable para los científicos. Nos hablan de climas antiguos, de ecosistemas extintos y de la evolución de las plantas. A través de ellos, podemos entender cómo la vida vegetal se adaptó y prosperó en diferentes épocas y condiciones. Estos restos petrificados son como las páginas de un libro, escritas en un lenguaje que estamos aprendiendo a descifrar.

Cada vez que paso por el centro comercial y veo esas baldosas, siento una conexión con ese pasado remoto. Es un recordatorio de que, aunque vivimos en una era tecnológica, estamos rodeados de historias antiguas que aún tienen mucho que enseñarnos. La próxima vez que visiten Alisios, les invito a detenerse un momento y mirar las baldosas bajo sus pies. Quizás, como yo, encuentren en ellas una fascinante ventana al pasado.

Fuente de las imagenes: Propia

Mannabase y la Renta Básica Universal. Hacia un nuevo paradigma.

La Renta Básica Universal es un concepto que a la mayoría de nosotros ya empieza a sonarnos y es que al ritmo que va la revolución tecnológica, no nos va a quedar otra que analizar con profundidad este concepto y sus posibilidades de aplicación.

Ya comenté en este artículo La revolución tecnológica versus trabajo que la máquinas y los robots van a copar la mayoría de los trabajos que desempeñamos los humanos y muchos de nosotros no vamos a tener posibilidades de trabajar. Esa es una realidad que ya está aquí y solo tenemos que fijarnos un poco a nuestro alrededor para percatarnos de qué está pasando.

Lo cierto es que vamos hacia un cambio de paradigma social y económico y en quince años el mundo que conocemos ya no será el mismo. Sí, parece una locura, pero lo cierto es que el cambio ya está aquí.

En esa sociedad futura los humanos no tendremos que trabajar tanto, o quizás no tendremos que trabajar para ganarnos la vida, porque ese trabajo ya lo harán las máquinas y los estados tendrán que articular mecanismos para que ciudadanos vivan de una manera digna y una de las vías que se está barajando es la Renta Básica Universal. 

En este sentido, la tecnología de la cadena de bloques tiene algo que decir y los creadores de Mannabase lo han tenido claro y han creado Manna, una criptomoneda para apoyar y darle forma a la Renta Básica Universal. Aquí puedes todos los detalles del proyecto, que, desde mi punto de vista, es un proyecto con mucho futuro porque utiliza la tecnología blockchain para beneficiarnos de una manera directa y sin pedir nada a cambio.

Este puede ser un primer paso para ir hacia ese cambio de paradigma, donde el ser humano no tenga que trabajar para ganarse el pan con el sudor de su frente, sino intentar vivir y disfrutar de la vida de la mejor forma posible, y dedicar su vida a su desarrollo personal, cualquiera que este sea.

Lo bueno de esta página es que solo tienes que darte de alta. Los puedes hacer usando este enlace referencial, si lo estimas, por el que recibiré algunos Manna https://www.mannabase.com/?ref=50ede04321 , después tienes que continuar con el registro.

Lo cierto es que vas a recibir esta criptomoneda, la Manna, solo por estar inscrito en la página; no tienes que hacer nada más y cada siete días recibirás el importe que te corresponda en el reparto.

Sé que estás pensando que nadie da nada por nada, pero los de Mannabase sí, y piensa que, en cualquier momento, esta moneda puede dar un giro inesperado porque algún altruista multimillonario piense que tiene futuro.

Nunca se sabe y no olvides que te lo dije.

Fuente de la imagen: Pixabay

Broken dolls

That night was different, so different that he decided to go out looking for him. He didn't remember how I told him he'd be dressed, just a place and an hour. He took a light shower to take off the sticky sweat from the hot summer night, called for a taxi and waited. While he waited, he thought about what it would be like to be a unknown person who had dared to stay with her the first night and after a brief exchange of words through the computer.

Yes, definitely, she liked to play on the edge of the precipice and feel that feeling, incomprehensible, of vertigo, that no experience made her feel it, but would he like that?

That aspect, in fact, mattered little or nothing to him. She only cared about enjoying that rapturous experience that completely overwhelmed her.

He got up, went to his darkroom where he kept all his toys, took the handcuffs, his black latex suit, the steel clamps, the balls and the short whip. When he grabbed the two-edged knife, a smile was drawn on his lips and a chill went all over his body, then he set out.

Today I would play again with another doll that, surely, at dawn, would end up broken at the bottom of a ravine.

That's how he liked to play her.

Image source: Pixabay

The narrative structure in your Steemit posts

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The life is a narrative structure; we are born, we develop and we die, although some think that we are only energy and that we transform ourselves to be part of other universes yet to know, but that is another story.

Here at Steemit, I read all I can and I find many entries that do not have any kind of narrative structure, but are a correlation of words and arguments with some hidden meaning that I do not understand; in fact we are bored because what does not have that narrative structure is not understood.

We human beings are accustomed to being told stories with a certain narrative structure and which is none other than that which is formed by the planning, the knot and the conclusion, because we understand it better and because we see that everything around us has a similar structure.

Aristotle put it many years ago, because he understood that the brain of human beings is structured to understand the world in this way. The world is governed by this structure, no longer narrative but vital. If you look around you will soon realize that this structure is there and we just have to stop and observe it;

In nature nothing begins at the end, as I said before, everything has a beginning, a development and an end.

Focusing on the issue at hand, if you look closely, the messages that try to communicate something, have that structure; news, films, series, advertisements, messages, opinion articles, novels, stories. Everything!

Therefore, when preparing your entries you have to take into account this structure so that what you want to tell is better understood and because many readers will not give you another chance of a second reading.

To do this you have to be very clear about what you want to tell before you start writing. If you're not clear, don't even try, you'll get a bad article and you'll have wasted your precious time.

For example, if you are going to talk about the future of the Steem, you have to make a small introduction (planning) of what the Steem is, then (knot) a short history of how it has gone in recent years, the ups and downs, the problems it has had, etc. and finalize (end) with your prediction about the future of this cryptomonet, because we all expect your final verdict.

Also, I have to say, there are those who play with that structure, starting, for example, at the end. You could start the article by saying:

Dear friends, I am going to give you some bad news: Steem will not exist at the end of 2018.

With this kind of strategy you have to be very careful, because they can stop reading the second paragraph if you are not able to keep the readers' attention.

Therefore, it is necessary to take into account the narrative structure before starting to write and after finishing our entry, give it a review to see if it is inside the structure.

Never forget the narrative structure; your readers, unconsciously, are asking you for it.

Image source: Pixabay

It's fucked up to be dead.

The first impression was frightening, because Paco did not want to die and death came to him, suddenly, without knowing how or why. But the truth is, he was deader than a dried squid.

Without knowing very well why, he could see all that was happening on that fateful day.

His body was there, in the Funeral Home El Último Camino, which had more than three thousand square meters with all the best and latest advances for the living because the dead did not care so much about paraphernalia, the day when worms eat you.

Without thinking about it, he decided to take a stroll around the estancia and was surprised to find himself dead, of course, he had never seen himself like this, lying in a coffin made of Finnish pine, perfectly finished and in his best suit, the black one, with grey stripes that always gave him such a formal look, the matching tie and the black shoes. He approached to see himself up close, and how handsome he was! The morticians had done a good job because he, he had to admit, wasn't so handsome, rather throwing away almost attractive.

He continued his round of reconnaissance, and approached his wife, crying in a corner, stopped for a moment to try and kiss her, but he could not, wanted to touch her, but could not either.

It was fucked up about being dead.

He stood in the center of the room, raised his head to see who had come to see him off. But there were so many people, there was little I could do. But this thing of being dead has its advantages, and just thinking about it, it was seen levitating over the heads of all those who were in the room. He recognized his brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, cousins and cousins, friends and girlfriends. In an isolated chair, he saw Renata who had come so far to say goodbye. Ugh, Renata. Could the dead get horny? No, they couldn't.

It sucked to be dead.

Renata, that female, brunette, with a sensual mouth, with a captivating body, tender kisses and a better lover. She had met her five months ago, by sheer coincidence, while fighting with an ill-mannered taxi driver on a rainy day, which left her stranded in the city of a thousand skyscrapers, while the rain and tears made mascara run. And he went out to the rescue, to the best rescue of his life.

He sat in front of her, looking at her for the last time and remembering her kisses, hugs, caresses and purring cat in heat, but her memories were already a nebula that was dissipating. The murmurs and cries interrupted his dreaming. He got up and saw that everything was over because his precious coffin, his best suit, his best shoes, his best memories and even his best memories were going to burn until they were reduced to the finest ashes.

He sat in the front row, beside his wife and brothers, watching as the fire devoured him like a hungry beast, taking away for ever all that had been before. Now, of him, there was nothing left but a few memories in the living. He tried to remember the words of his writer friend, who was still writing against all odds, that life is a fire and begins with the first breath of life. Yeah, his fire was already out. Now another one started, although I didn't know what it would be like.

Image source: Pixabay

Pez globo gigante

No pude resistirme a sacarle una foto a este pez globo gigante que está en un centro comercial de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria.

Fósil vegetal II

Siguiendo con la serie de fósiles vegetales que me encontré en los ladrillos de un centro comercial, aquí les dejo otra fotografía que saqué ayer, en la que se ve, claramente, el dibujo de una planta.