jueves, 17 de diciembre de 2009

Not really proud of

"Last Name" - Carrie Underwood

Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby
Last night, I did things I'm not proud of
And I got a little crazy
Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby

[Chorus:]
And I don't even know his last name
My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into oh no, what have I done
And I don't even know his last name

We left, the club, 'bout around 3 o'clock in the morning
His Pinto, sitting there, in the parking lot, well it should have been a warning
I had no clue what I was getting into
So, I'll blame it on the Cuervo
Oh where did my manners go?

[Chorus:]
I don't even know his last name
Oh My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into "oh no, what have I done"
And I don't even know his last name

Here we go

Today, I woke up, thinking about Elvis somewhere in Vegas
I'm not sure how I got here
Or how this ring on my left hand just appeared outta nowhere
I gotta go take the chips and the Pinto and hit the road
They say what happens here, stays here, all of this will disappear

There's just one little problem

[Chorus:]
I don't even know my last name
Oh My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into "oh no, what have I done"
And I don't even know my last name

What have I done
What have I done
What have I done

Oh, what have I done
I don't even know my last name

Well it turned into, oh no what have I done
And I don't even know my last name
Yea, Yeah, Yeah

I don't even know my last name
It started off "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into, oh no what have I done
And I don't even know my last name
Oh, yeah

jueves, 19 de noviembre de 2009

Una buena banda





I wanna have friends that I can trust,
that love me for the man I’ve become not the man I was.
I wanna have friends that will let me be all alone when being alone is all that I need.
I wanna fit in to the
perfect space,
feel natural and safe in a volatile place.
And I wanna grow old without the pain,
give my body back to the earth and not complain.
Will you understand when I am too old of a man?
And will you forget when we have paid our debt
who did we borrow from?

Okay part two now clear the house.
The party’s over take the shouting and the people,
get out.
I have some business and a promise that I have to hold to.
I do not care what you assume or what the people told you.
Will you understand, when I am too old of a man?
Will you forget when we have paid our debts,
who did we borrow from, who did borrow from?

I wanna have pride like my mother has,
And not like the kind in the bible that turns you bad.
And I wanna have friends that I can trust,
that love me for the man I’ve become and not the man that I was.

The perfect Space - The Avett Brothers


martes, 3 de noviembre de 2009

TP Final Tecnología

El trabajo final de Tecno consiste en hacer un videojuego con las cosas que sabemos hasta ahora de Processing. Con Ana pensamos la idea de "Nómade" , y acá les dejo la sinopsis y presentación.
Saludos!

El juego consta en cazar una cierta cantidad de animales que pasan frente al jugador en forma de manada. Para ello, el mismo debe lanzar flechas desde su arco e ir a buscar el cuerpo del animal sin ser aplastado por el resto de la manada. Se dispone de una cantidad límite de flechas por nivel y de un número mínimo de animales a cazar. Cuando consigue cazar todos los animales necesarios de los niveles el jugador sobrevive y el juego termina.



miércoles, 1 de julio de 2009

Artista digital

Como hoy entregamos el trabajo final de Arte Contemporáneo dejo esta obra, de la artista sobre la que lo hicimos. Se llama Natalia Nogueira y es de La Plata y la verdad que su trabajo está muy bueno. Esta es una de las que más me gustó y ojalá en algún momento la pueda comprar...es del libro "Alicia en el país de las maravillas". Su sitio web es www.natalianogueira.com.ar . Yo la recomiendo (:

jueves, 25 de junio de 2009

Despiértese, que es tarde, me grita desde la puerta un hombre extraño. Despiértese usted, que buena falta le hace, le contesto yo. Pero el muy obstinado me sigue soñando.

Ana María Shua