Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

Say no to gay marriage

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Friday, December 02, 2011

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To be honest, when I first read that Karl Lagerfeld oposed the gay marriage movement I didn't really understood why. Maybe he was just fucking hypocrite, or he was too bitter, or maybe he was too cool to be politically correct (Even if such correctness indirectly affected him).

The fact is that I couldn't understand how a gay man with such avantgarde visions, with such a contact with the pop-culture would ever opose to same-sex marriage.

The thing is that I was a bit naive maybe. I lacked context, I lacked history.

Karl Lagerfeld comes from a different time, one where the real gay movement wasn't about marriage rights, or adoption. Gay pride was not about merchandise and being a sellout to the patriarchal standards.

Gays were fighting to be respected, recognized and dignified, just how they were, feminine, drag queens, androgenous or massive bears, it didn't matter, they were fighting for true diversity. The right to be different, having at least minimum civil protection in a world of struggle where they were fighting aginst ancient paradigms of gender, sexuality and spirituality.

That is I think, a true fight for freedom.

How's that any different from wanting marriage?

Well marriage, like many conservatives protest, has a religious background (the real roots are economic, but I'm not making distinction between both right now). Anyway, marriage is an institution based on patriarchal precepts, based on the ownership of the feminine side so a man and a woman can coexist, him providing, her supporting.

The grounds in which marriage is built upon are those of sexism and inequity. And more than anything, the establishment of inflexible gender roles, stone written expectations of masculinity and feminity.

So, for homosexual people to want this, you have to understand that in the eyes of history, is a great betrayl. Conservatives don't realize that from this perspective, it is their victory. A diverse crowd that once fought for being recognized as different and respected, now craves to belong to the club of patriarchy. The movement seeks validation of the social system to be good enough to have a right to enter such rituals.

And the conservative just won't share this club of theirs.

So, yes, I understand why would Lagerfeld would opose gay marriage. It is not only a betrayl of sorts to the right of being different, it is the death of a counter-culture movement, the death of the romantic freedom that was once fought for in the streets. It's surrendering to the social standards and expectations, the same ones that cause the entire struggle.


(This is of course an ideological issue and an ideological stand point, which a truly believe. But being practical I also believe that the modern world reconstructs meanings, and so marriage is more that validation to some, and so it should be a granted right.)

Evolucionar

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in , | Posted on Thursday, September 29, 2011

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"Evolucionar constituye una infidelidad. A los demás, al pasado… a las antiguas opiniones de uno mismo. Cada día debería tener, al menos, una infidelidad esencial. Una traición necesaria. Se trataría de un acto optimista, esperanzador, que garantizaría la fe en el futuro. Una afirmación de que las cosas pueden ser no solo diferentes, sino mejores.”

Todas Las Canciones Hablan de Mi



Ante todo, amo el audio. La gran sucesión es acerca de traicionar al pasado, al presente, dejar atrás y aventurarse.


-La incertidumbre no es sobre el no saber qué pasará, si no es la certeza de que todo lo que puede pasar, pasará, eso sí, sin saber ni como ni cuando.

Letter to green eyes.

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in , , , | Posted on Saturday, September 10, 2011

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My letter version of Coldplay's song "Green Eyes".



Green eyes,

I came here to talk, I think you should know that you’re the one that I wanted to find.
Yeah, the spotlight shines upon you, but how could andybody love you? Anyone who tried to do so, must be out of their mind.
Honey you are a rock, 'cause I came here with a load and it feels so much heavier, since I met you.
And honey you should know, that I could never go on with you.

But I'll love you always and forever,
I hope you undersand.
Goodbye.

Adiós.

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in , , | Posted on Wednesday, June 29, 2011

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Y por las malas aprendimos a no querernos, a enterrarnos cuando el corazón apretaba, a quedarnos callados, a no escribir sobre los desamores a la luz de la vela.
¿Cómo te dejo si eres el muso de mi desencanto? ¿Si hace tanto que no escribo?
Lo malo del dolor es que a veces se disfruta, lo bueno es que mata.
Eso pasa por querer abrazarnos con los puños cerrados, con los ojos abiertos y los labios ardiendo.
Adiós.

Atento en estos días de calor.

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in , | Posted on Monday, June 27, 2011

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Tómate tu tiempo. Respira profundamente para mantener el pulso.
Se que la emoción y la ansiedad pueden estar muy presentes, pero es clave mantener la calma.
Observa como se mueve y no hagas nada, al menos las primeras tres veces que decida detenerse convenientemente frente a ti. Parecerá que la estás dejando ir por siempre, pero repito, no desesperes. Las herramientas son importantes, pero no demasiado. No seas muy pretencioso, tus manos hábiles pueden ser suficiente si has sido entrenado en estas complicadas artes.
Ya que tengas bien estudiados sus movimientos, no lo medites demasiado y lánzate, rápido pero preciso (tener un fondo contrastante puede ser muy útil). Si no estás usando herramientas, tendrás que cerrar la mano en el momento preciso y atraparla. A mucha gente le da asco hacer esto a mano limpia por lo que recomendamos usar algún tipo de protección o artefacto, al menos las primeras veces.
Atento, que en estos días de calor abundan sobre todo moscas con relleno. A nadie le gustaría abrir la mano para encontrarse con una pasta de huérfanas larvas amarillas retorciéndose.

Sabes que

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, June 22, 2011

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Sabes que eres bien pinche raro cuando...

te das cuenta que ya hiciste un habito el encontrar un grupo de gente nueva y sospechar que uno tiene capacidad leementes; comenzar a confundirlo y tratar de jugar con su mente por si acaso interrumpe la privacidad de tu fortalezadesoledad.



Sabes que ya valió madres el crush cuando...

en una sola conversación te dice "ay amigo" más de tres veces. #foreveralone


Sabes que ya eres un #universitariopretencioso cuando...

tus ultimas tres conversaciones necesitaron que usaras la frase -cambio de paradigmas-





Sabes que ya valió madres tu inspiración para hacer posts cuando...

...










La canción.

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in , , | Posted on Tuesday, June 21, 2011

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Suena una guitarrita sin corazón.

Y pensamos que nos habla, que nos está dirigiendo la palabra. Mientras hacemos muecas al recordar ese último momento sin querer se ríe y toca algo más alegre. Para no perdernos, para tenernos al borde de la silla. Y luego regresa a su son desalmado.

Ya nos tiene ahí y lo sabe. Te dice cosas que solo tu podrías saber, como si te hubiera estado siguiendo todo este tiempo, esperando el momento adecuado para introducir una percusión que cale.

A veces cala porque dice la verdad, a veces por decir las mentiras que querías escuchar.
Y al final, querrás cambiar de melodía, pero la verdad es que estás solo, y sólo ella te entiende, sólo ella puede compartir tu dolor y hacerte disfrutarlo.

La maldita logra entrar a una playlist, y de repente estar sola, y tocar, y tocar, y tocar...

Del cuerpo y el ser

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, June 14, 2011

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Mi mano es suave
Mi cabeza es impredecible
Mi pie es rosa
Mis dientes son cúmulos de calcio y nervios

(no, no es pésima poesía)
¿Has notado como para hablar del cuerpo usamos posesivos? Cual si fueran entidades externas a aquello que somos, ajenos a nuestra esencia.

Yo no soy mi cuerpo.

Entonces que soy, si no soy mis posesiones. Ciertamente al morir, dejamos de ser, pero el cuerpo permanece, ¿sera entonces que conservamos un sentido heredado de lo ajeno de la corporeidad?

A poco inconscientemente nos damos un trip tal que fracturamos la materia del ser, y asumimos que el cuerpo nos pertenece, pero nosotros lo trascendemos, cual espíritus silfides ante la inmensidad.



Cualquiera podría decir que le hecho crema a los tacos y que solo es cosa del lenguaje. Claro. Pero eso sería todavía más interesante, porque esto significa que nuestra forma de estructurar lenguajes (solo puedo decirlo de los que usan partes del cuerpo con posesivos) está estructurada de tal forma que solo podemos entender un fenómeno una ves que lo analizamos, lo desmembramos, y entonces los asimilamos.

Partimos al cuerpo en partes, las desvinculamos de un todo para que tengan esencia propia. Y esto no es nada del otro mundo, ya perdí la cuenta del numero de posts que le he dedicado a decir que la lógica occidental lo que hace es partir ideas en cachos digeribles, masticarlos y abstraerlos (y tratar de no estreñirse).

Pero aquí no hablo de la construcción social intersubjetiva ni choros del tipo. Hablo de como formamos nuestra visión de nosotros mismos, como es que a pesar de ser, los sesgos con los que vemos al mundo son los mismos con los que nos percibimos a nosotros mismos.

Y esto me lleva a una duda jalapelos, ¿donde acabamos nosotros y donde empieza el mundo externo del que tanto nos (me) gusta hablar? ¿La frontera es el cuerpo?¿ Entonces donde está la mente?


ideas del post robadísimas de un capitulo de Diary of a Bad Year de Coetzee

Apes and people

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Saturday, June 04, 2011

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It's weird, yesterday I was at a fancy place, socializing and whatnot, today I did physical work at the forest. In one I felt like a pretending ape, in the other like a person (whatever.that.is)

Let me context you.

Yesterday I was in front of a group of people who could hardly care less about the misinterpretations that make me me. Don't think I'm going soft, I'm used to this, the difference is that with this particular group I'm forced to act like there are bonds beyond affection, when there's really only boredom and avoidance. But anyway, it was time to pretend.

So we drank expensive wine, held our glasses up high and celebrated the presumptuous clique. Bossa nova and a mix of this-month-hits was heard in the background while the most snob (pretteh!) decoration surrounded us. And everyone there had this self-assurance that this was it, being at the peak of upper-middle class social ladder, having disposable income, dining at the best place in town, chatting about the most trivial of subjects and managing to include some -culture- so to feel educated.

Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

It was as if we were all apes, eating each other's fleas while we pretended to be something else. But the sole act of pretending made the hoax so very obvious, me, there, having the time of my life, I saw and laughed upon the fact that we were just naked apes trying too hard to wear suits and monocles. It was really rather pathetic, and amusing.

But there's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.


But then I went back home, to the forest.

There I worked from early in the mourning, knocking down burned trees to leave place for new ones. Every act of creation is first an act of destruction. Then there was some new tree pruning so they would grow up right, and some soil daming to contain erosion. There was not much thinking about it, let alone complex socializing or abstraction of social structures as in the previous episode.

There, no structures were set upon, it was just us working. And I agree, trained monkeys could have been able to do it (maybe better). But there was something about knowing we didn't have to pretend, something about being at work inside nature that made sense, something about our essence that actually made me feel more human. Whatever that means.



Thoughts on trees and classification.

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in , , , | Posted on Friday, June 03, 2011

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You might remember this post: how?
It's was written last semester as I was in awe about my broken paradigms and new thought-trains.
Curiously enough, I left those thoughts resting for a while, and now they return with new teeth, to mess my head again. I don't need to tell you, my dear Penguin about all the details again, and I don't want to bore whoever is reading this with my career rants today. Perhaps next week I will. In summary you just have to add how? + Math: not for dummies . (we're always touching by underground wires, you said xD)

My point is: I have learned a lot about Systematics this year.
I encourage you to search in google images 'phylogenetic tree'. (I am not familiarized with how the order of the search results appear in google, but nevertheless...) the first result I get is this (lets call it 1), then a rather childish drawing I will decide to ignore. Then this (we'll call it 2), then 3 very similar others, and then this (3).
Sighs.
I would need some more information about how each one is constructed, but apparently, none of this is actually a phylogenetic tree. Sigh. I'm serious.
1 caught my mind today, and it's the one I do have information on, so we'll leave it to the end.
2 is (by drawing) a phenogram. (It's missing some important things but the drawing style is totally phenetic) A phenogram is built based on similarities or differences of organisms. From the phenetic school, developed in the 60's-70's mainly by Sneath and Sokal. It does not intend to reproduce evolutive history, it is an artificial criteria.
3. (same as 2, I would need more information but by drawing) it is a cladogram. From (guess..) the cladistics school, developed around the same time that phenetics, mainly by Hennig and De Rosa. It tries to be natural (although they have big internal debates on that) and it is based on homologous charaters.
1. It's a really really famous diagram proposed by Woese. He refers to it as a phylogenetic tree, but if you read Phylogenetic structure of the prokaryotic domain: The primary kingdoms. (Woese and Fox, 1977) you'll be disappointed to find as Table 1. A matrix of association coefficients, used to build... a phenogram. (which I repeat, he referred as a phylogenetic tree, and actually drew somehow as a cladogram, great.)

So, the closest thing we got to a phylogenetic tree is perhaps the childish drawing.

Phylogenetic trees are from the evolutionist school, developed in the 40's mainly by Mayr, Simpson and Huxley. They are interpreted and build in a whole different way from cladograms or phenograms. This would be more like a phylogenetic tree (though AGAIN we would have to see how was it built and all those details that go beyond the drawing)

By taking this class (Systematics I) I really expected to end up understaning how classifications are made (which I think is a complete mess), and to know the infallible method to reconstruct the evolutionary history, turns out: There isn't. Not even our beloved molecular methods (I had hopes on you molecular methods!) So we are left with evolutionism, phenetics and cladistics.

Now I'm looking forward to Biogeography, who would've thought?

June:the comeback

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2011

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Dearest Mrs.K

I hereby propose this to you with my dearest intentions for the fields to come back from oblivion.

I know our standards of posting are rather high (compared to what we could do, no kidding) but this the most obscure blog ever, so who cares about quality? right now i want quantity.

So I propose this:

All June we most go back to posting EVERY day (in the june timeline) Even if we have no stories to share, no epiphanies, no cool sites. Just tell me about your day, what you're feeling, what's making you feel like that. Or a something funny you laughed at and it's totally out of context. Or the drawing you made in class while super bored.

I don't care.

Let's make BLOG EVERY DAY JUNE, i propose.
What do you think?

Math: not for dummies

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Saturday, March 12, 2011

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Most simpletons hate math. And it would be rather easy to say it’s because they’re stupid, and only the people who are smart can figure out where in the realm of logic is x hiding. But such a pretentious answer is not wrong based on its political correctness, but rather because of the complexity of math, society and education.

The way I think it works is this: there are some problems in our daily lives, that for practical purposes, we’ve developed a universal system of logic to crack and systematize them. That’s math, a way to use universal algorithms to solve problems that happen in reality. This last part might be the source of many of the problems we have with math in education.

Lately I’ve been following the critical views upon the present education systems, which are mostly post-industrial time instructions on how to become a reservoir of information and systematized techniques to deal with professional problems. While this is alright for an only-industrialized society, we need to leave limitless production aside and think again about innovation. We need to stop making out of education a process of information transference, and figure out how to make this information into knowledge and creativity.

What does any of this has to do with people being bad at math? Well, the way I see things, most people who hate math and see it as a complicated set of abstract complications, do so because they forget that like other sciences, math is just a way in which we describe the universe. And this disarticulation of subject-science-reality is the source of many of the educational troubles with math and science in general: kids don’t see how reality really relates with knowledge.

Now, I’m not saying simpletons are the only ones unaware of this, many other nerds just love the abstractions without realizing this either. Like everything human made, math is an intersubjective construction made by people, who learn from people and ultimately produce for people. It’s not like math came from a magic meteor who gave some people the ability to add and count. Science is made by us to describe the exterior, and as it is made by subjects it is easily flawed and biased, but our most accurately way to describe the world.

What I think education should be doing is not making kids memorize the multiples of the digits, but rather helping them realize that math is a tool we use to solve every day problems which will come up one way or the other. Not just make students repeat hundreds of multiplications, but encourage them to design logical systems that can make life easier. Techniques are important, I’m not saying they aren’t, but we should rather focus more on the concept abstraction.

By this point, a part of you must be saying: this is engineering bullshit that’s just worried about the purpose of things and how to apply them into a practical and real use. And sure, apparently under these arguments, there would be no reason for Amy, a future psychology major to learn trigonometry and function series. But my point is not really to solve the when-will-I-ever-use-this thing, rather to remind people about the science-reality relation.

So Amy is not likely to use trigonometry (unless doing vectorial personality analysis), but science is about describing the world, and if in doing so we find practical uses, great! But the main purpose is more for leisure than practical use. Science is about the beauty of being able to describe the complexities of the universe, the uncertain forces involved in holding together a quark and making us able to perceive colors. It is the excitement of knowing we possess tools to communicate with the universe, however noisy the transmissions are.

Math is not a compendium of computerized process we insert in education in order to prepare proficient workers. It is a human construction of logic algorithms which describes reality in a very organized manner, and we need it for everyday tasks, but it is also another field to develop curiosity and encourage creativity. And formal education should make this distinction so everyone is aware that missing out on mathematics is not just failing a course, it is failing to perceive the beauty of the universe.

The new tyrants

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, March 10, 2011

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I've been searching for this quote some time


This is precisely what I've been meaning to say all along. Adults, shut the fuck up.
You keep complaining about the new generations, but please, please notice youth will always pose a thread or trouble or criticism to the existing systems. They will always be seen as ungreatful bitches, because that's what we all are. Unless there's a strong, violent authority the youth will always be fucked up, crazed with decadence and vaine.

But please don't think I'm siding with the view that being young and beautiful is an overrated idol. It is the fucking greatest thing to be. What I mean is this:

Yes, it's fucked up. Yes, it's not very promising. But think for a second, who the hell raised this new generation. Aham. Stop bitching.

Of masks and people, again

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, March 02, 2011

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Dearest Mrs. K.

For some time now I had been thinking about it. You just put concrete words to it, and for that, I think it is true that we will be together for centuries to come.

Life's a little too complex to play just one role, and very ridiculous to pretend we're not on a stage. What greater joy is there than to play characters you like in a premade stage where your own script goes on?

Isn't the great perhaps the adaptation of old characters to a completely new scene?
Aren't the greatest revelations when you inadvertedly start mixing characters and you begin to see the strings that hold them all together?

For all I care right now, true friendship, true love, and true anything is when you get to realize, along with another performer, how ridiculous it all is. When you get to show each other's masks and play with them in the moonlight.


Talking Pictures

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in , | Posted on Monday, January 24, 2011

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by ransriggs
beautiful.

Conquer the world

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Saturday, January 01, 2011

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Troubles?

Unbearable suffering and life-lasting wounds?


Bitch, please.

It only means that when I get as far as I will,

and be nothing but the fucking best,

It will be more rewarding knowing I had it tougher than most of the other losers.

It's all one big game.

And I'm not in for losing.




[anti-depressant post]
Chronologically speaking, this is post #1000

2011 Resolutions

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in , , | Posted on Friday, December 31, 2010

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I somehow can't find [in the blog] my last year's resolutions. I'll take that as a sign, to stop thinking of my stupid resolutions I never achieve, and to stop the rant about not achieving them...
Take that as my first two resolutions. Also, we had the resolution-chat with my cousins, so I better write them before I forget them, anyways...
-Better time admin (oh please!)
-Achieve reading resolution-resolution.
-Don't fall behind on my studying. (hear that post in the past?, *cough* Molecular Biology *cough*)
-Do sports.
-Find lab. (Molecular Physiology, perhaps?)
-Get to play something cool in the piano. (post in the past, remember 'wheels')

Goodbye, see you next year (or hopefully DURING the year, [i'm being optimistic] )

Books and people

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Saturday, December 18, 2010

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There are two things everyone says to be the more the better: meeting people, and reading books. (I'm sure you could come up with many more, but this is a PG-rated blog)

And there's some truth in it, to be cultured and learn about the world, its ideas, events and misinterpretations one has to read many, many books. And the same goes for people, to learn and edify yourself completely, you need to grab chunks out of everyone you meet.

But, as always, I have a problem with this. You see, here books are like people, right? The more you come in contact with the better?

Well, excuse me but that's bullshit.

While it's true that you need to read a little bit of everything to know, you aren't going to read the entire self-improvement bookshelf just so you're cultured (yes that's culture too, sadly). You're not going to learn all about astrology, or sparkly vampires or any of that sort (if that's your cup of tea, i don't judge). You're just going to read the good stuff, the things people you consider smart recommend you. So you start developing your own taste and begin to choose yourself what kind of books you want to read, which kind of culture you want to take in. Now, I'm aware of the attention bias I'm implying, but let's forget that for the analogy's sake.

But people are not like that. To begin with, it's not as easy to meet someone as picking up a book, the book will not ever have awkward silences. Also, there's no way you can know who to meet, I mean when the 1000 people you need to meet before you die comes out, believe me, I'll be the first to buy it. But meanwhile what is one supposed to do? Meet tons of people, filter them out and just keep the ones you liked?

Well, Fuck that. I don't have to read all the books in the shelf to know I'll probably just read 10 or 15. Yea, that must be one of the most asocial things I've said, but it holds true, what's the point on meeting all the Mayan Calendar 2012-s, the How to think like a man and still be a lady-s and cheap thrillers, when I can simply go to the Vonneguts and Kunderas and Cortazars?

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The trick is telling them apart from the rest.

And make them want to meet you too.

Ideas de gitano

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in , | Posted on Thursday, November 11, 2010

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Si has de volverte loco, vuélvete tú solo, pero no me trates de inculcar tus ideas de gitano.
If you’re turning mad, do it yourself, but don’t come and try to give me your gipsy’s ideas.

Not much to say about this one,
it is filled with exquisite beauty and brutal honesty.

In my case, regarding this, I have this.
I am the gipsy, and the scientist.

Sun war

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in , , | Posted on Tuesday, November 09, 2010

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Los complicados artes de la guerra solar.
The complex art of the solar war.

Geek time!
Lets talk about Archimedes Death Ray.

“Archimedes who created a mirror with an adjustable focal length (or more likely, a series of mirrors focused on a common point) to focus sunlight on ships of the Roman fleet as they invaded Syracuse, setting them on fire.”

Turns out, it is one of the awesomestest [sic] things to try with light and mirrors.
MIT did it, read it, it’s awesome. :D