<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129</id><updated>2011-11-28T21:52:56.737-06:00</updated><category term='linux'/><category term='beer'/><category term='technology'/><category term='Life coding Chrome'/><category term='veteran stuff'/><category term='funny'/><category term='movies'/><category term='programming'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Math'/><category term='school'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Venezuela'/><category term='Purpose'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Philosphy'/><category term='Leadership'/><category term='Miami Heat'/><category term='chicago'/><category term='family'/><category term='Diologue'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Black Friday'/><category term='code'/><category term='marines'/><category term='work'/><category term='artificial intelligence'/><category term='Middle East'/><category term='dogfish head'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Iraq'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Meaning'/><title type='text'>THINKING IS STILL FREE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>505</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-13228947105519433</id><published>2011-11-28T19:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:52:56.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;5 Reasons why Mad Men is one of the best TV Series Out there&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not much of a TV watcher. I came across this show by pure chance. My wife was watching it one day and it immediately caught my attention, at first I tried not to watch it, but now I am totally hooked. This show is different from what's out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show itself it's about Don Draper, an advertising agency executive at Manhattan in the early 60s. We see the life of an ad man in his office and his home. We see the glamour and the culture of those days. Beautiful people with an authentic 60s feel, it has the drama you'd expect from a TV series, but, there is more than meets the eye. And not all it's as it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show because it has depth. Every episode resonates with profound issues, but it's not overly done, it's subtly inserted in the dialogue. It's things like the scene when Don and Pete are discussing how to sell more Lucky Strikes Cigarettes you are both appalled and rooting for the Ad agency. It's like a study on human nature. And entertaining at the same time. All the characters have depth, they are real with their imperfections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bets the desperate housewife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's attractive, educated, and represents what a lady was supposed to be like in that era. She is also depressed, and she doesn't know how to deal with her cheating husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Peggy the career woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be like the guys in the days were sexual harassment was an everyday thing. She is just as talented but has to work twice as hard to get noticed. She also had an affair with one of the guys at the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Joan the bitchy secretary who runs the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's attractive, and bitchy, but also has a tender side to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don the man who started life again '&lt;br /&gt;The main character of the series. Can't decide whether he is a good guy or a bad guy. He is a cheating bastard, seems to have no values, and yet, I can't help but wish him well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Campbell, the man who has it all, and wants to kill himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the mirror image of Don, he has no social grace, unlike Don who is smooth, displays naked ambition just like Don, but he doesn't know how to get his way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a TV show, it's not bad at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-13228947105519433?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/13228947105519433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=13228947105519433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/13228947105519433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/13228947105519433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-reasons-why-mad-men-is-one-of-best-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-1861701480906002974</id><published>2011-11-21T09:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:07:16.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Vacation Time!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, sitting at home relaxing. Work at the office will be there when I get back,  so finally I am taking the best kind of vacation, time off, with no plans, no hassles, just me at home, doing nothing in particular. Martha is at Gaby's school volunteering, so I am going to go for a run to the park, I'm running fairly often these days, last couple of times 3.5 miles, today I am shooting for 4 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exited to be volunteering as mentor for a high school robotics competition, &lt;a href="http://www.usfirst.org/"&gt;FIRST &lt;/a&gt;with &lt;a href="http://greenschool.dadeschools.net/TERRA/HOME_PAGE.html"&gt;Terra High Schoo&lt;/a&gt;l, it's my first time doing it, so it should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finally start making android and iPhone Apps, but I just don't have the time, every time I do have some spare time I do spend it sharpening my technical skills, there are&lt;a href="http://stackoverflow.com/questions/1711/what-is-the-single-most-influential-book-every-programmer-should-read"&gt; a few books&lt;/a&gt; I want to get trough before I spend time doing projects, I think the best way to become a good engineer is to actually make cool things, like robots, mobile apps, and such, but before I get there, I want to get the fundamentals right, so I am trying to get trough that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony is showing interest in robots, but then again, what kid doesn't? I am trying to figure out the best way to show him and teach him the ropes without turning him off of it. He wants to do all these things but he's too impatient, he wants to do everything the first day. I can understand that because I used to be the same way, I need to show him the virtue of patience and perseverance, but not sure exactly how to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I got planned for this week is to finish reading Don Quijote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes, I have noticed that my Spanish has been on a decline lately, and when I think about it, it's a shame that my heritage would be lost in the next generation, my children already refuse to speak my mother tongue even though they can definitely understand most of it. So I think that it's worth the effort to teach them my language. Anyway, I am reading Don Quijote, and it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be, when you know what's going on, it's actually a funny book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a few really &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5926316-jose"&gt;good books&lt;/a&gt; lately, I finished Steve Job's biography, Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment, and Phil Dick's Minority Report and Do Androids dream of electric sheep. Each of these books is awesome in it's own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs taught me the value of good craftsmanship, when making things, (and engineering, in essence is about making things) engineering students are taught to provide functionality. For a product to have quality is must be functional, it must not have defects, it must do what it was designed to do, optimizing the available resources, not wasting materials, time, energy or cost,  but for Jobs that's a "stupid" way of looking at it. For him, design is an art, the creator and  designer must pay attention to how an artifact makes the user &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt;, a designer must get to the essence of the product, and make something beautiful, something that will delight the user, we engineers must make something useful, elegant, tasteful and ...yes, beautiful. This combination of technology and art has become cliche lately, with the fame of apple products it seems like a fad, but there is something profound to it, it makes sense, engineers just don't pay attention to beauty and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot said about Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment, so I don't want to try to give a complete review, but&lt;br /&gt;this is a psychological story before psychology was invented, in this novel, a crime was committed, but the mystery is not who did it, but why was it done? Was it a feeling of alienation? was it madness? social conditions? lack of god? depending on who you are and your convictions, you will get a different answer, the protagonist Raskolnikov has something that everyone can relate to, and yet, he is the strangest character of any novel I've ever read. Reading this was torture, yet I couldn't stay away from this book I had to read it till it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Crime and Punishment and Steve Jobs biography for education and personal growth, to gain some wisdom and what not, Phil Dick's novels are for pure pleasure, after reading The Lord of the Rings and Neal Stephenson's Anathem and being underwhelmed I declared myself Not.A.Sci.Fi.fan, but Phil Dick is changing that, although I can't get over his unfortunate last name. The dystopian worlds he and Asimov created are luring me back to the Sci-Fi realm. Reading Asimov and Phil D. is better than watching any Hollywood movie. A good book is to a movie what sex is to masturbation, movies are ok, but the real thing is way better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now, I am going for a run, I might give another vacation update, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-1861701480906002974?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1861701480906002974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=1861701480906002974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1861701480906002974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1861701480906002974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/11/vacation-time-so-here-i-am-sitting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3803783027552419277</id><published>2011-09-11T17:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:07:39.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;10 years later&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was changed by what happened this day 10 years ago, like everyone else that was here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 3 weeks into my second semester at FAU. I had a quiz that day, I was going over my notes when my Mother told me that "we're being attacked"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the news. Saw it. I cried. I felt it coming. I knew it. I knew what was going to happened. And it happened. Less than two months later my reserve unit was activated, less than two years later I was in Iraq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Army gave 2 weeks to go home in December of 2003 I bought plane tickets to go with my wife to NYC, it was the first time back to the city since it had happened. I saw the hollowed ground. I cried again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got back from that long deployment and decided to become a full time civilian, I made myself a promise that I will move on, that I will not let these horrible moments define who I am. I have failed and succeeded at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed because my involvement in the war has defined my identity. I am, and always will be a veteran of Iraq, that cannot change. I still think about it, some things I cannot forget, it happens less and less often now, but every once in a while I find myself scanning the roofs, looking around for suspicious looking stuff out in the streets as if I was driving in Ramadi. I fail because I can't help myself and I bring it up. But anyway, I promised that I would move on, acknowledge what happened, and then move to a new phase of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the part I like, I came back and did what I wanted to do. I wanted to be a computer engineer. I wanted to have a normal family, own a house, have a career that didn't involve putting up with B.S. I did all that. For that I am thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what we need to do. Acknowledge what happened 10 years ago and move on, do the next thing. Continue making the U.S. the best country in the world to live in. Life goes on. Live free, prosper, persevere, be industrious, create, do remember, but don't live in the past, there's no need to scan the roof, the boogie man is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3803783027552419277?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3803783027552419277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3803783027552419277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3803783027552419277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3803783027552419277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-years-later-my-life-was-changed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-4469130641460716327</id><published>2011-09-05T06:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:33:48.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Art of Parenting, an Introduction to the Fundamentals&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a &lt;a href="http://edpurchaseiv.blogspot.com/2011/09/12th-post-final-frontier.html"&gt;blog post &lt;/a&gt;from a friend of mine that I met in the Army. He's about to become a father and he's writing about things he has to do from now on, it  reminded me of the days right before Anthony came to the world. I was so scared, I knew that I didn't know what was coming, I was worried about being a good parent, about doing it right, it was exciting times, stressful, so many uncertainties...I know exactly what you are going trough Eddy, you want to do it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I. I don't want to say that I got it all figured out. It has been six years, (well, it will be six at the end of September) and I must confess I still worry about whether I am doing it right.  But I got a few principles that I think will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The #1 thing is your kid has to know that he/she is loved.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. That should be easy for most people, but somehow that point gets mixed up or forgotten. If you love your kids unconditionally, no strings attached, if you can do that, that's half the battle. Be there, give em lots of love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a bunch of psychological studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Teach the kids how to think for themselves&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical thinking is tough, it's easier to just tell your kid what to do, but not why he's supposed to do it. Why be polite? Why wash your hands? Why go to bed early? Why pick up after yourself? It can get tiring, but a person who is used to reasoning will be able to make wise decisions later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Instill a sense of wonder in your kids&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one is easy, kids are naturally curious creatures. I love it when they asked me questions like, how did the earth get here? How come we have eyes? (they have seriously asked me that) In many ways, reality is so much stranger than fiction. I love to tell them that there are many things that we don't know yet, and maybe when you get old enough you can get the answer for the rest of us. It would be a crime to kill their curiosity with a bunch of easy answers to stuff we honestly don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Show good character&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one, I would like my kids to show integrity, courage, compassion and all of that, but the only way to do that without lecturing, is for them to see it in yourself. Kids are acutely aware of what you parents are doing. They may not get everything yet, but they can pick up when there are discrepancies between what you say and what you do. Make sure that you practice what you preach, or else you will be teaching hypocrisy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Not a lot of rules to remember. It's not easy, but if you keep those in mind, you'll be ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-4469130641460716327?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4469130641460716327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=4469130641460716327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4469130641460716327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4469130641460716327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/09/art-of-parenting-introduction-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5383775395263199670</id><published>2011-08-28T09:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T10:39:44.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Is paying Taxes Patriotic?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day at the lunch table somebody was making fun of Vice-President Joe Biden for saying that paying taxes was patriotic. [1]  This sparked one of our famous lunch time debates, I agreed with Biden, I think that paying taxes is a patriotic act. There was a this guy at the table a big Ron Paul Fan Boy [RPFB]  his head almost exploded when I said that paying taxes is patriotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to go a bit deeper into whether paying more taxes is patriotic or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'd like to begin by stating explicitly what I did NOT say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't say, and I don't believe that everyone has to pay more taxes. I think that people should pay in their proportion to their ability to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't say that the more patriotic you are, the more taxes you pay, or that the less taxes you pay, the less patriotic you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do not agree with blindly giving more money to the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did say is that  I think that paying taxes is a patriotic act, just like voting, volunteering, or serving in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, my friend the RPFB  asked: if paying taxes is patriotic, then was Obama being un-patriotic when he increased the budget deficit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction to this was to question the intention of RPFB, why ask such a dumb question? but then, I remembered that a long time ago there was a greek philosopher who went around asking questions like that, and he made a lot of people angry as well, his name: Socrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not saying by any means our RPFB is in the same league as Socrates, but I think his question addresses deeper concepts and deserves an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first we have to understand what does it mean to be patriotic, right? I looked it up[2] and Patriotism means devotion to a country.  So it means being dedicated, devoted, loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd would like to point out my personal opinion when it comes to loyalty and patriotism, I think it's OK to love one's country, and it's ok to serve. But one must be wary of those who invoke patriotism, and loyalty in oder to ask you to do something, you may or may not want to be taken advantage of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your patriotic person Joe, he's a patriot, he loves his country, he wants the US to win the war on terrorism, he enlists in the Marines, he goes to Afghanistan, he dies in the war, was he patriotic? A lot of people will agree that he was a fine fellow, a patriotic, brave young man that deserves the highest honor you can give a person by making the ultimate sacrifice for the nation. Now, what about the leaders who decided to send him to war, are they patriotic for making him die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Suppose we have two Generals, Gen A and Gen. B.   we have General A on the ground, and he makes a blunder during a battle that costs his Divisions to get decimated, thousands of troops die as a consequence of his decisions. Is he more patriotic  or less patriotic than General B, who planned out a clear strategy to win without heavy losses in human life?&lt;br /&gt;I think you'd agree that General B is no less or no more Patriotic than General A. Although willing to fight and die for the US maybe considered patriotic, sending marines to their death is not necessarily a patriotic act in itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see paying taxes to a lesser extent the same as willingness to die.  Just like we need patriot Joes to defend the country, we need taxpayer's dollars to run the country. The difference is  that paying taxes is a not a voluntary act, also, paying taxes may not get you killed by an IED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is willingness to give more money patriotic? Yes. Does that mean that a policy where you ask for more taxes is a more patriotic policy? Hell no. Well, it depends on the details, but as a general statement, not necessarily so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the Obama question. is he not being patriotic?  Maybe, maybe not, his sense of patriotism is a value, a sentiment, just like Generals A and B, they may both be patriotic but one made a mistake and one didn't.  Is General A less patriotic if he didn't win the war? Or because he failed at his task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose, that Obama made a huge mistake with the deficit thing (I don't know if he did or not, both Republicans with Bush and the Democrats with Obama doubled the budget deficit, why? I don't know, there must have been some kind of a good reason for doing so, I just can't comprehend it) does that make him less patriotic? Nope, I don't think so, unless he did it purposely to harm the country, nope I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, willing to make sacrifices is a patriotic sentiment. Asking people to make sacrifices not necessarily. Causing people to make sacrifices because of a mistake, not necessarily related to patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5383775395263199670?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5383775395263199670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5383775395263199670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5383775395263199670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5383775395263199670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-paying-taxes-patriotic-other-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-987123738201669478</id><published>2011-08-21T06:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T06:16:18.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; I hate my last post&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am leaving it there, I hate it because it makes it sound as if I know how to deal with people, like I am better than anyone else at doing that. I don't like it because to me it comes across as preachy and I am better than thou, etc, etc. And the look for the best bit sounds corny and cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I do strive for that, I do try to use a positive filter to figure out what others actually care about, and to try to see what's good about the other person. I do that to overcome my natural tendency to notice the opposite.  It's too easy for me to find faults in others, it's easy for me not to care about what others do, and in a sense, that's the way we all are, it's the natural state of things. However, I like to be conscious and tuned to what's going on around me. Not because I am paranoid or not satisfied with myself, it's just that it's one more way to better myself, I know that my social skills could be better, so I try to work on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that when you only notice the bad things about people and when all you do is point out other people's shortcomings, it makes you a more miserable person, not because others would want to be around you (although that's also true) but because on the inside you'll always have bitterness. I think that life is way too short to concentrate in all the crappy things, for what? Is good to live with your eyes, ears and mind open. To perceive everything and not live in self-denial, but concentrating on the negative makes you ...unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I needed to clarify that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-987123738201669478?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/987123738201669478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=987123738201669478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/987123738201669478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/987123738201669478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hate-my-last-post-but-i-am-leaving-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3377897745967545068</id><published>2011-08-20T06:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T06:44:17.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Secret to dealing with others&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hell is other people" -Jean Paul Satre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple, other people are just like you!...except when they are not.  You see, people can appear complicated, unpredictable, irrational, sometimes moody, cruel, and sometimes, just plain assholes. But guess what, it's all your fault. Yeah, it's your fault you're mad and frustrated, because nobody but you can really determine how you will react to other people. You see, you can't control what others will do, but you can control how you react to what other people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said that other people are just like you, I meant that everyone is just worried about their life, their problems, their issues, their hobbies, their habits, their friends, their family....just. like. you.  What does that mean? They are not noticing that thing you care about, because they are too busy caring about their own business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wow, this posts is starting to sound like a Self Help, Dr. Phil kind of thing....I am sorry, that's really not my style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shift gears a bit, change the tone, and finally get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this trick I've been trying to do that works wonders when dealing with others. It does not create miracles, but it makes a huge difference when applied correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Put yourself in the other person's shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably heard it before, it's cliche even. However, it works, when you think about it, it only makes sense when trying to communicate you must think of the message, the receiver, transmitter, and the context. If you don't understand why your boss is a bit flustered when he replied to your email, or why your kid is in a bad mood, or why your wife is mad because you didn't take out the trash, then, you are not paying attention. That can cost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've added a little twist to that rule, I've noticed something about the people I admire the most, they never complain about others. I notices that real leaders always bring out the best in people. So it brings me to my second rule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Look for the best in people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one is easy to say, hard to do, if you are like me, it's easier to notice other people's defects than your own defects, it's much easier to know your own virtues than to see other people's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You se, everyone is good at something, everyone has something that they care about. Looking for the good instead of the bad puts me in a better frame of mind, I get less annoyed with people, when I try to see things from their point of view, assuming the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know how this may sound, it may sound too optimistic, too naive to assume the best in people. But it's a better way to live, you have to know how to not get hurt by others, but if you are paying attention you'll never have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me at all, you'll notice that my social skills could be better, but compared to how it used to be, I have improved a lot, I am naturally self-conscious, and I was raised to mistrust the whole world outside your own family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to cut this short, gotta go take Anthony to get a haircut...he starts school Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3377897745967545068?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3377897745967545068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3377897745967545068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3377897745967545068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3377897745967545068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/08/secret-to-dealing-with-others-hell-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-8053724789722307100</id><published>2011-08-03T06:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T18:33:42.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marines'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Leadership the Marine Corps Way&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I was thinking about this as I was getting ready to go to work, instead of putting it off for later, I decided to write this all down now before completely forgetting about it. I noticed that when I get an idea for a blog post, it's never the same if I write it a day or two later than when I write "when it comes to me" Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-vaUcpQPnw/Tjk1N-wVXyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J2tu1A8v6z4/s1600/war_notebook1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-vaUcpQPnw/Tjk1N-wVXyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J2tu1A8v6z4/s320/war_notebook1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636594922931183394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was going trough my stuff looking for an old book, when I stumbled across my old notebook from the War, in it, I found minutia that's completely irrelevant now, checklists, packing lists, contact numbers for my guys, plans for raids an other combat ops. But one thing that got my attention was what I wrote on the first page right after the cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pNTDgmrYaI/Tjk1Xj0EDBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rU_-OT53xn0/s1600/war_notebook2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pNTDgmrYaI/Tjk1Xj0EDBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rU_-OT53xn0/s320/war_notebook2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636595087497759762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Titled "Principles of Leadership"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not know, I had some sort of transformation as far as the way I look at the world and life in general, what it comes down to is that I must be one of those true to the core bleeding heart liberals down underneath,  not because I can't pull a trigger, that's pure non sense, I am still a marine, and always will be, I know what I can do, and I know what I did out there, but one thing that nobody can stop me from doing is noticing the level of injustice in this world. That changed things for me, the truth is, there are people who go trough life feeling immense suffering, some of it their own doing, but not all, the thing that got to me was seeing children in the mess, the only fault of their own was not having the common sense to be born in a country like ours. How could they have been so dumb? oh that's right, you can't choose that. So seeing the whole spectrum of suffering made me change the way I see everything, a paradigm shift, so to speak. If you know me, you know what I think about religion, politics and that whole mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, someone asked me, if I still buy into the whole "Honor Stuff" from the marines, for some reason, the question got to me, the answer is yes, I do, why wouldn't I?  but the way it was asked rubbed me the wrong way or something, I don't think it was ill-intentioned, and the person that asked does not know me personally. So it's ok, I forgive any actual or imagined transgression. It's no big deal, really. But I do want to list out the thing that will never change, and I want to point out what I think it's the best thing about the Marine Infantry. Their training philosophy, which I am grateful for, and the reason why they say you are always a marine, because the values they teach can stay with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Marines invests in their people&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the obvious physical conditioning and outstanding rifle marksmanship, the most important measure of a marine in the grunts, is his character. They of course do not phrase it that way, they like to call it "leadership". What it means, is that every marine is responsible for his own character development.  Every month there is an evaluation done by his supervisor in which all the leadership traits are individually scored, but the thing is, leadership is built in the culture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to point out that the page in my journal represent my take away from my time in the infantry. This guidebook applies to everyone. So I thought I'd share it here. **edit: Just realized that this comes from an Army manual, but the marine corps version is pretty much the same**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Technically and tactically proficient, can accomplish all task to standards&lt;br /&gt;(b) Posses professional character traits, Courage, Candor, Competence and Integrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KNOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Four major factors of leadership and how they affect each other. The led, the leader, the situation and communications. &lt;br /&gt;(b) yourself and seek self-improvement. Strengths and weakness of your character, knowledge and skills. Continually develop your strengths and work on overcoming your weakness.&lt;br /&gt;(c) your soldiers and lookout for their well being, train them for the rigors of combat, take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Seek responsibility and take responsibility for your actions&lt;br /&gt;(b) Make sound and timely decisions&lt;br /&gt;(c) Set the example&lt;br /&gt;(d) Keep your people informed&lt;br /&gt;(e) Develop a sense of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;(f) Ensure the task is understood, supervised and accomplished&lt;br /&gt;(g) Build the team&lt;br /&gt;(h) employ your unit in accordance with its capabilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that these skills are transferable to all aspects of life. It's up to the individual to work on these though, some people go trough 4 years in the grunts without "getting it" but, it is part of the environment. Something that I strive for. It comes from the there. For that, I am thankful. I am proud of the Marine Corps and the Army as well, for that reason. The work ethic they posses is unparalleled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-8053724789722307100?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8053724789722307100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=8053724789722307100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8053724789722307100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8053724789722307100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/08/leadership-marine-corps-way-note-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-vaUcpQPnw/Tjk1N-wVXyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J2tu1A8v6z4/s72-c/war_notebook1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2083315033633270823</id><published>2011-07-31T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:49:58.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Finished Reading Code Complete!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a book that every programmer must read, it's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Code-Complete-Practical-Handbook-Construction/dp/0735619670/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1312119678&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. I heard about it back in the day, I bought it 5 years ago, and I managed to finally finish it last night right around midnight. It took me a while because some parts were tedious, and because I wanted to take my time to absorb the content. This books talks all about the craft of software construction, everything from how to write requirements to how to lay out blank space...seriously! there's a great section about the pitfalls of using pointers, how to debug, but my favorite parts were the philosophical dialog about commenting that included what good Socrates would say if programming was around in ancient Athens. The part about programmer's character was also an splendid expose of what a good programmer must act like. It should be mandatory reading for everyone in the industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link to &lt;a href="http://stackoverflow.com/questions/1711/what-is-the-single-most-influential-book-every-programmer-should-read"&gt;stackoverflow &lt;/a&gt;shows the list of books that every programmer should read, not surprisingly it's a the top of the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2083315033633270823?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2083315033633270823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2083315033633270823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2083315033633270823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2083315033633270823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/07/finished-reading-code-complete-if-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-6288205111229119896</id><published>2011-07-28T13:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:47:26.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meaning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I live my life in a quiet , constant struggle deciding what to do.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 4 things that I want to spend most of my "free" time doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Quality time with family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Read books for pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Read technical books to "sharpen my saw" and improve technically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Do my own projects, work on the things that are interesting to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend most of my time doing  #1 and #2. #3 and #4 suffering, lagging behind. I want to do something about it. It's tough because I can basically always sit back and do 1, and 2. (No, not that #1 and #2, jeez)   3 and 4 require a higher degree of concentration and a large amount of time. I can't just write code in 15 minute intervals. I need to figure out a way to do squeeze technical improvements into my schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The importance of a sense of purpose&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since graduation, I've been reading a lot of good books just for the fun of it. However, I am starting to feel like I need something else, like a big project.  A few months ago, (actually, now that I think about it, it was more like a couple of years ago) I was thinking of a startup, after taking that entrepreneurship course at UF, I prefer to do project that won't consume my whole life. Something like doing apps or creating a nice web page. Learn a few programming languages a year, write a serious, interesting tool or application. That kind of stuff that requires some effort, but can be put down in case something else comes up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I enjoy myself more when I have a sense of purpose in my day to day routine. For me is simple, yet not easy. I live in constant struggle to better myself. I understand that I have limitations, but I strive to get past them. How do I better myself? By working on my character, by working on being a more decent human being, specially to those that are close to me. I attempt to understand what makes a good husband,  to be a good parent, and a good friend, this is difficult, yet it's important. In fact, I consider this The Most Important Thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other personal challenge I have is that I want to become number one in my field, that's also a difficult task, being an engineer is hard enough, being a great engineer requires constant effort, it's not enough to do one's job right, one must also push the boundary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is the reason for my inner struggle, on one hand I have this engulfing desire to better myself, on the other hand, there are pleasurable things that I can be doing that don't necessarily help me improve but that are just as important. Spending time with my family doing nice things is super important to me.  Watching movies, enjoying a quiet dinner with Martha. Curling up with a good novel. Playing soccer with friends, all these things sum up to what I call "the good life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-6288205111229119896?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6288205111229119896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=6288205111229119896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6288205111229119896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6288205111229119896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-live-my-life-in-quiet-constant.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-1626017216754713214</id><published>2011-07-23T19:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:57:56.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;What I've been Reading Lately&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating last April I promised myself that I would blog, write android and iPhone apps, read a bunch of technical books, contribute to the next Linux Kernel release and  to GNU Radio,  create a startup business, publish some papers on cognitive radio, perhaps invent and patent some new Signal Processing Algorithms, find a cure for Cancer, etc.  Instead, I've been consumed by the pleasure of reading with my kindle. That thing is too sweet, it's easy to carry, and I have a plethora of books to choose from. I feel super guilty for not doing the other things I promised myself to do. I still want to do all those things, but, I have been spending more time with just the family, but I can see how I can fall in that pattern forever without doing anything else, which is not bad, I really love how I've gotten to actually have a social life, but, anyway, I am getting off the subject, here's a list of books that have been consuming my time lately. When I am not working, or being a parent or husband, I have been reading these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hitch-22-Memoir-Christopher-Hitchens/dp/044654034X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1311473968&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Christopher Hitches's Memoirs Hitch-22.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitch talks about his life, he's quite a complex person, you might know him from his articles in Slate.com or Vanity Fair, no matter who you are, he goes out of his way to make sure you disagree with him on something. he was a staunch communist in his youth who later has been leaning more and more to the right, he was a supporter of the invasion of Iraq, thinks that Ms Thatcher was sexy, and is one of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Atheism"&gt;new-atheists four horsemen&lt;/a&gt;. I am halfway trough this book, I like it, it's entertaining and all, but it's not one of those books that leave you with anything other than good entertaining. I feel like I've been having a long conversation with the author. I want to finish the book so I can get to other books, Christopher Hitches was &lt;a href="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/reliable-source/2010/06/rs-_hitchens.html"&gt;diagnosed with stage 4 Cancer late last year&lt;/a&gt;, so he probably doesn't have that many books left in him. I will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cooking-Geeks-Science-Great-Hacks/dp/0596805888/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1311474222&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Cooking for Geeks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Reilly books published a how to cook books for people like me, I am geek not because I am a computer-oriented person, but because when I get into something I like to go a bit deeper into the subject than the regular person, a geek is never satisfied with knowing that steak is done when its internal temperature reaches135 degrees, he has to know why 135 is important, he has to know what happens down at the molecule level, he wants to know the technical name, the hows and the whys, that way, once he reaches a fundamental understanding of the physics and chemistry of the process of converting raw ingredients into a tasty and nutritious meal, he can get conformable in the kitchen, this book is meant for the geek in us. It tells you the science behind all the crucial steps in cooking.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that the books spells out from the beginning is the distinction between the different types of cooks, you've got your Giving cooks, you know, the people who love to cook at thanksgiving, so they can share with the whole family, they usually stick to known good recipes, and like to please everyone. Then you've got your Healthy cooks, who know the nutritional value of everything, and who will sacrifice on taste in order to eat healthy. Then there's the methodical cook, who will follow the recipes to the letter, and who will never deviate or experiment, there's the Innovative who will make up stuff as he goes and the Competitive who will cook to impress. Most people who cook will have some of these traits, but one usually dominates. Personally I am outside my environment in the kitchen, but when I think of how I would like to be, I think I'd be a mix between the healthy and the innovative, but in reality I'm more like the methodical, whenever I do get into the kitchen, I just follow the recipe word for word, I would have no idea what to do if I was missing an ingredient in the middle of making something. Martha, in the other hand, is a true natural, she just knows what to do, she almost never makes a mistake, and everything she makes comes out the way it's supposed to. I, on the other hand, can never make two pancakes that look or taste the same.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to change that, if anything I want to prove that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Age-Wonder-Romantic-Generation-Discovery/dp/1400031877/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1311474364&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Age of Wonder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of reading this book when I was preempted with Hitch22 as a father's day present, actually, It was Infinite Jest that interrupted this wonderful book, but I am getting ahead of myself. This is a colorful and utterly absorbing history of the the men and women who gave birth to the Romantic Age of science. This book was featured in the New York Times &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/gift-guide/holiday-2009/10-best-gift-guide-sub/list.html"&gt;best books of 2009&lt;/a&gt;. So it caught my attention, it seems like such an obscure topic, so I decided that it must have been superbly written if it caught the attention of the ny times. So far, it's very good, the author did his homework, researching the stories to the last available details, it tells us about Joseph Banks in Tahiti, Herschel's discovery of neptune, the first planet discovered in modern era, the rise of the balloon era, that's what I've read so far, it swallows you and takes you back to the times when we started to push the limits of our knowledge of the world, if you think about it, we went from flying biplanes to flying to the moon in less than 60 years. The scientific method has been that powerful in shaping our world for the last couple of centuries, this book covers a piece of that tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Infinite-Jest-David-Foster-Wallace/dp/0316066524/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1311474578&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard about David Foster Wallace was when he killed himself &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/14/books/14wallace.html"&gt;back in 2008.&lt;/a&gt; I read the article in the new york times and moved on, I read about how he got famous after writing Infinite Jest, how it was one of those "masterpieces" and "magnum opus" and all of that. It wasn't until last December when I read "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Supposedly-Fun-Thing-Never-Again/dp/0316925284"&gt;A supposedly Fun Thing that I will never do again&lt;/a&gt;" that understood the magnitude of  his genius. This man went on a cruise, wrote about it, and made me laugh and depressed at the same time! How he does it is amazing, he gets to the bottom of things and analyzes and dissects, exposes people's behavior in a way that makes you rethink the way you see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Jest took some effort to get trough in some parts, but, it was worth it. There were some passages in there that just gripped me and shook me, and made me want to put the book down, and just digest what I just read. He put a lot of stuff in there that by itself would have been enough to make it a great novel, but all together, it was too much, an overload, so brilliant one needs sunglasses to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's stuff in there about what it feels like to be chronically depressed, he describes it as nausea of the mind. Just like your picture how your stomach feels when you want to throw up, that's how your mind feels. I don't want to butcher his words, I just want to say that knowing how he took his life after his depression drugs stopped working, when he writes about a character being depressed, he knows what he is talking about. The stuff about drug addiction, depression just take your breath away, then you have his humor, his irony and wit. I don't recommend this book to everyone, but for me, it was worth the thousand pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Code-Complete-Practical-Handbook-Construction/dp/0735619670/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1311474854&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Code Complete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another one of those books that are very long and hard to get trough, it's not because its badly written, but it because technical books require complete concentration for me, and that's hard to get, this book is essential reading for every software developer out there. I am two thirds of the way done, but, I started reading this book a long time ago. I have all these technical books queued up to read, but I can't read them until I finish this. This is a great book, it talks in great detail about every relevant aspect of software construction, it hits every stage in the process and gives awesome insight. The main reason why it has taken me so long, I have this book in pdf in my PC, it's not in my kindle, and I don't have a hard copy of the last edition, so the only times I get to read this is when I make the conscious effort to allocate time for it. I want to finish this book soon so I can get to other tech books that I've been meaning to read. I want to make myself an expert in assembly, processors, DSP, and languages. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oyc.yale.edu/political-science"&gt;Political Science from the Yale Department&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oyc.yale.edu features course material that's open to the public, I just finished reading all the transcripts for &lt;a href="http://oyc.yale.edu/political-science/moral-foundations-of-politics/"&gt;Moral Foundations of Political Science&lt;/a&gt; and now I am working on &lt;a href="http://oyc.yale.edu/political-science/capitalism-success-crisis-and-reform/"&gt;Capitalism: Success, Crisis and Reform.&lt;/a&gt; Like the geek that I am, I want to get to the bottom of politics, I am trying my best to approach politics with a scientific and objective mind, and to get to know the whole spectrum of political ideology, that way, when I listen to a liberal, I know what the main points behind that side is, same with conservatives, and everything in between. I want to understand our government, our economy, and what's relevant and what isn't. It's a big thing, but everyone should have some understanding of what's going on in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it, I have not even touched on what I have pending in by books to read list. This post covers what I am currently working on. Now I can see why I have not had time to do any of the other things in my list to do's. Anyway, I am going to bed, I am feeling super buzzed because I tried this new Florida IPA called Swamp Ape, this thing packs a punch, and my light weight body can't handle it. So, that's it for now. Be good to each other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-1626017216754713214?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1626017216754713214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=1626017216754713214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1626017216754713214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1626017216754713214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-ive-been-reading-lately-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5038232700671600008</id><published>2011-05-29T19:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:18:09.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Book Review: The Happiness Hypothesis&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31-zVVplScL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31-zVVplScL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book to anyone who wants to know how to have a meaningful life that leads to happiness. Of course, this is a subject that has been approached by many great thinkers in the past, what the author did was go over the teachings of different cultures, and back it up with the results obtained using modern science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that the text was well written, and useful for everyone, it's not a self-help book, but it could be used as one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was moved by his argument in favor of religion, even though the author himself is not religious, it explains that the appreciation of divinity is part of human nature, he recommends for everyone to understand both sides of the spectrum. It's true that I spent a lot of time in the conservative school of thought, but I am better informed with by the liberal point of view, in other words, I've read a lot about the individual rights, liberals are expert thinkers in the issues of victimization, equality, autonomy particularly when it comes to minorities and the oppressed. Conservatives, in the other hand, are experts thinkers about loyalty to a group, respect for authority and tradition and sacredness. The sweet spot lies in between. &lt;br /&gt;Any society that lies too much in either direction will develop different problems. &lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to jump in and study the tenets of conservative thinking, I want to understand what the smart guys in over in the right have to say, particularly when it comes to economic policy, so that means, that no, I will not be reading Palin's book.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I will. I can see that this is going to take a lot of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite chapter was the one about Virtue. A good life is one where we seek a purpose, whether it's spiritual or secular in nature, I've always believed that's the way to go. By continuously seeking to be better we achieve the conditions necessary to live happily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happiness comes from both the inside and the outside, seeking personal excellence, having good relationships and being involved in something bigger than oneself does the trick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out for yourself, and no, I am not getting any money from the book author, I just really liked the book. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happinesshypothesis.com/"&gt;Link to book's site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5038232700671600008?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5038232700671600008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5038232700671600008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5038232700671600008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5038232700671600008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-review-happiness-hypothesis-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-7020293069557693434</id><published>2011-05-28T07:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:14:54.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;On Politics&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I always find myself discussing politics with co-worker friends at the lunch table, with family members, and with people online. It's often wise to avoid such things if one doesn't know the person(s) well enough to engage in a meaningful debate. Some people cannot accept disagreement, or criticism, or they can get offended and resentful over political opinions. The root of the problem comes down to our psychology, we have certain convictions that are not based on rationality, instead, convictions are deeply emotional and are central to people's identity. Nobody says "I agree with Conservative thinking" they say, "I AM a Conservative" if you criticize a conservative idea to a person, she might think you are attacking her personally, not the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need proof? Consider the following story: (Warning, this is a disgusting story, read at your own risk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Julie and Mark are sister and brother. They are traveling together in France on summer vacation from college. One night they are staying alone in a cabin near the beach. They decide that it would be interesting and fun if they tried making love. At the very least it would be a new experience for each of them. Julie is already taking birth control pills, but Mark uses a condom, too, just to be safe. They both enjoy making love, but decide not to do it again. They keep that night a special secret, which makes them feel closer to each other.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's acceptable for two consenting adults who happen to be related to do this? If you are like most people, the answer is no. (Myself included, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how do you justify it? Most people would point out that incest breeding produces child defects, but they are using birth control, does it make it OK? Most people still say no, maybe it will harm their relationship, but in this case it makes them feel closer, so people have a hard time justifying it, but they just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of all this is that moral judgement is like beauty judgement, just like when you look at a good painting and you know you like it, the same thing goes for this sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to politics. At the root of the conservative vs liberal thought, it comes down which right do you value more, freedom or justice? There should be a balance but at the end of the day, these two goals conflict with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I'd like to clarify my stands and how it came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fist moved to the United States, my family identified themselves with the Evangelical Christian movement in Latin America, they were big fans of Ronald Reagan and George H. Bush. The year I moved here Bill Clinton was elected and all I heard was outrage at the liberals this, and the liberals that, they want to destroy America, their loose morals are enraging God, California is a cesspool of perdition, etc, etc. One thing that stood out, was that there was a group of people that felt that the Election of a liberal into office would speed up the Apocalipse, the end of times! and I always wondered, isn't that a good thing? aren't we waiting for Jesus to come back? All Christians should then vote Democrat to speed up HIS return? But anyway, I truly felt that liberals were Evil, and that Republicans were the good guys because they were righteous in the eyes of the Lord. Not only that, but they stood for self-reliance and hard work, something I still admire, they don't expect the government to hand them out anything. The protestant industrious work ethic really struck a chord with me, it still does. Man should strive to carve his own path, if you work hard, you too can get the American dream. That was my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for George W. Bush. I wasn't a US Citizen the first time around, I was in the Marine Corps, and it was a given, true marines are conservatives, because the republican party is the only one that cares about the military. Liberals want to shut down bases, and republicans want to raise pay and buy the best toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 9/11 happened, less than two years later I found myself in the middle of a real war, when I came back from Iraq It was tough for me to justify our involvement over there, I was disillusioned at the fact that the pretense that was used to get us there turned out to be fabricated, and I held the administration responsible for that mistake. As a result, I wanted a change in the administration, I felt that the way they responded to criticism was inappropriate, it felt like their message to the world was that if you disagree with the administration, you are not a true patriot. Suddenly I found the party I identified myself with disagreeing with my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Obama, I found his story inspiring, in contrast, McCain, a man I admired, picked Palin, which was an insult to our intelligence, I was turned off by the way Republicans went to the extreme right. So I voted for Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much easier to see the faults in others than to see my own faults. I retrospect, I know my decision was based on emotional reaction first, then I rationalized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on instead of making political preference part of my identity, I choose instead to make an effort to understand the whole spectrum of ideas, I choose to acknowledge my bias and my emotion when I evaluate the policies that our lawmakers create. It's easy to just pick a side and then agree with everything that party puts out, easy to then dismiss what the other side has to say just because they do not think the same way you do. It's much tougher to understand the big picture, without emotion. It's easier to read what you already agree with. Much tougher to read what don't. I'm going to be making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I want to declare myself free of labels, I am not a liberal, I am not a conservative, I am a person, I read a study the ideas both sides bring, and I am evaluating. I will not choose sides, I will do my best to set my bias aside when exercising my civil duty to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-7020293069557693434?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7020293069557693434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=7020293069557693434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7020293069557693434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7020293069557693434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-politics-for-some-reason-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5076699592317002377</id><published>2011-05-28T07:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T07:29:52.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I finished! Now What?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4e90WJAoau8/TeDnz9ynEsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9xnQJB8NkOE/s1600/iphone%2Bpics%2B160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4e90WJAoau8/TeDnz9ynEsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9xnQJB8NkOE/s320/iphone%2Bpics%2B160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611740015649821378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago I finished the Master's degree after 3 years of hard work, that's finally done, that was good, lot of work, but worth it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, now that I have finished, what to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is easy: Live my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have a bunch of goals and projects I want to complete, too many, actually. But the focus is going to be living well. By living well I don't mean focus on wealth, instead focus on happiness. I want to make sure I get this parenting thing right. I want to work on all the things I had neglected, and continue to do the things I enjoy doing.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5076699592317002377?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5076699592317002377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5076699592317002377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5076699592317002377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5076699592317002377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-finished-now-what-month-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4e90WJAoau8/TeDnz9ynEsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9xnQJB8NkOE/s72-c/iphone%2Bpics%2B160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3466535348858128444</id><published>2011-01-29T04:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:56:07.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; Entrepreneurship &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is it. After 3 years of hard work, the Master's degree is coming to an end. I am going to finish! I'm so glad, I got a lot of help, I really couldn't have done it without Martha, my sister and my friends. I am not done yet, it's a little early to break out the champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for &lt;a href="http://plaza.ufl.edu/esander/index.htm"&gt; Entrepreneurship for Engineers&lt;/a&gt;, as my last elective. I knew I wanted to take it as soon as they started offering it about 3 semesters ago. They probably had it, but it's been available to Distance Learning since last year. The thing is, I've been thinking about that for quite a while. I have all these long term goals and one of them has been to start my own company. The only thing, well, not the only thing, but the main thing is that I don't have a vision, an idea that I feel will change the world. I want to make the money but that's not my main motivation. I want to make meaning. I want to do something that will make the world a better place. However, I have no freaking clue what that idea is. If one day I come up with an idea that I know is good I might jump on it, this class is giving me some knowledge about the process, sadly, I was more motivated to start something before I started the class, now that I see how much work it is to do it in pretend life, I can imagine how tough it is to do it in real life. So, should you start your own company? I say yes if you know what you are doing and you are smart, energetic and can handle pressure. I have more than one person that depend on me so I have to be a bit more careful when it comes to taking risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Kindle&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha in her awesome ways bought me a new Amazon Kindle. That thing is freaking awesome, I can now read all my pdf books, I have free access to a bunch of classics, and I can get new books instantly in their store, I can see myself using this from now on, which saddens me because I still have a lot of "real" books unread. I have like 200 pages left in "Anna Kerennina" I'd finish it quicker if I didn't have to do school work, work, sleep and eat, but it is what it is. I bought two new books with that Amazon special they had last week, I ordered &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Logicomix-Search-Truth-Apostolos-Doxiadis/dp/1596914521/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296297661&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Logicomix: An Epic search for the Truth &lt;/a&gt; a comic book about Russel, philosophy and math. I recommend it to all the geeks I know. It's my first comic book since I was 13, so we'll see how that goes. The other book is called "how to cheat your friends at poker" I am tired of being the sucker at the poker table every. damn. time. You are going down Ekoko! You know who you are. I have all these good books that I've had for ever, I don't know how I am going to finish them all, my intake rate is greater than my consumption rate. Who cares, it will work out someway. The thing is, I've got an e-reader, and now I'll be able to read all the important books I've been meaning to read, but can't because they were in a laptop. Most notably, I have &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Structure-Interpretation-Computer-Programs-Second/dp/0070004846/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296298195&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;SICP&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Code-Complete-Practical-Handbook-Construction/dp/0735619670/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296298230&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;code complete 2&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Compilers-Principles-Techniques-Alfred-Aho/dp/0201100886"&gt;red dragon compiler book&lt;/a&gt;, that I want to finish this year. I swear that if I do that, I'll put it in my PM record at work, all those technical books should count towards a promotion, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Monkeys&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are amazing, they are a big pain in the rear a lot of times, I'm not going to pretend that it isn't. However, they make life so good. I can't imagine what life would be like without walking in from work and have both of them running full speed towards me, I know that's not Martha's favorite part of the day, when I get back home, because I make them hyper, I don't think it's me that makes them like that, I think that 5:30 PM is the gremling hour anyway, they turn to little monsters no matter what's going on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when they tell me their dreams, their concerns. I love it when I hear them talking. Anthony is a bossy older brother, who swears that he has everything figured out, Gaby looks up to her brother like, well, an older brother. I get upset with Anthony because he acts like a big jerk with his sister sometimes, I can now understand how much grief I gave my parents always fighting with my sister. She used to be such an easy target back then, now days she fights back, so it's not as fun. Anyway, that's neither here nor there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The kids are at that age where they are the most perceptive, they notice all kinds of things that adults don't pay attention too. They also happen to think I am the coolest person in the planet. That fact must be related to that perceptive stage thing.  I know that won't last though.  It's funny how Anthony and I are so alike and how Gaby imitates her Mom. Anthony and I wake up in a good mood, we're morning people, we make breakfast together everyday and he just loves to help. He likes to be in his own world, he doesn't mind being by himself.  Gaby wakes up in a bad mood but cheers up after breakfast, just like her Mom. Gaby is a social butterfly, Anthony is anti-social, just like I was at that age. I remember back in K-garten I didn't like adults that much. That pretty much sums up Anthony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been writing for too long. I have to get some reading in before everyone starts waking up. So I am cutting it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3466535348858128444?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3466535348858128444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3466535348858128444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3466535348858128444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3466535348858128444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/01/entrepreneurship-so-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3351449949164013835</id><published>2011-01-22T04:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T05:43:11.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;New Year&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year seems to have started well, it was a bit bumpy at first, but overall it looks promising. I am supposed to graduate in the Spring and that makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My New Schedule&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Master's degree has been a challenge for me, I get home from work so tired, and with so many things on my mind, that all I want to do is relax for a while, but no, the kids are hyper, the wife is also tired, and I would get stressed out trying to deal with the house and with the school work, it was easier three years ago when Gaby was just a baby and Anthony was still a Toddler, back then Anthony would fall sleep early and Martha dealt with Gaby, so the evenings were free for me to do school work. Last fall semester I found a way to take my evenings back. I still get home tired, but I do not worry about school, I concentrate all my efforts on just being home, the trick? I wake up two hours earlier, at 4:00 AM the house is nice and quiet, I get out of bed fully rested, and I can devote more quality time to the family, and to the books. It takes some getting used to at first, but I don't mind. This reminds me of a quote I read somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;I feel sorry for morning people because their day just keeps getting worse&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;COP 5555&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I've been meaning to talk about this experience for a long time, I think I did a while back, but this is a course that I am never going to forget, just like I'll never forget those 12 weeks of Marine Corp Boot Camp at Parris Island, I'll never forget COP5555, it's one of those classes where can be summarized as "drinking water from the fire hose" I want to get a few things off my chest about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's relevant to point out that at the University of Florida, a Computer Engineer has a choice to make when it comes to Graduate School, I was admitted to both the Computer Science Department (CISE)and the Electrical Engineering Department (ECE) they both have Computer Engineering degrees, but both have different emphasis. Initially I went for CISE because deep down I think I lack programming skills, so I want to get better at it. I also didn't think an Electrical Degree would help me so much at work, since my title is Software Engineering. However, I noticed that they had a Communications track, which had courses related to Radio Communications, since I am in the business of making Radios, I thought that would be good. I was undecided but I went for CISE my first semester. My first course in UF was "Distributed Operating Systems" and it was clear from the beginning that this was no easy A. There were crazy assignments every two weeks, tons of material, and difficult tests, I was used to getting A's in my undergrad, when I received my final grade of B+, I said, f*ck that and went to ECE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECE turned out to be tougher than CISE, that's the funny part, at ECE I took all this courses that required me to know Linear Algebra, Calculus and Probability in order to just grasp what they were talking about. After two years I became comfortable enough with the field to say that I had Mastered it, but it wasn't easy. Last summer all I had was elective courses to choose from. I was reading Steve Yegger's blog a lot, thanks to him I was interested in the subject of computer languages, specifically functional languages like Lisp and Clojure. I remembered back that a co-worker once asking me if I was going to take COP5555, I told her I was in ECE, and she said, "good, because this class was impossible", so, influenced by the internet, I found myself a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, COP5555 with Dr. Bermudez didn't seem that much different from other classes in grad school, there was a midterm, a final, a class project, and weekly homework. All the slides are available from the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lecture Dr. Bermudez was philosophical, he kept emphasizing that the goal of the class was for us to do a paradigm shift in the way we think about programming languages. I was glad I enrolled, I love it when teachers talk about the big, big picture. So I congratulated myself for having enrolled in this fruitful course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was about Languages, computer programming languages, how computers understand it, how to design one, how to describe a new language in a non-ambiguous way. He starts the class with Parsing, Abstract Syntax Trees, Context Free Grammars,  BNF notation,  and a nifty little language called RPAL, so far, well, I thought I was good, but there were things that I wasn't completely clear. The slides were full of information, but upon going back to them after class, it was clear that the meat of the class was in what was said during the lecture. So in order to know what's going on, I had to pay close attention during the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the project, holy cow, a parser! I had to write a parser, a program that read a file, one word a time, and was to decide whether it fit the syntax of the language. The output was an AST, (abstract Syntax Tree) which went to an interpreter that converts the AST to standardized the tree and computed the instructions. This is where the class lost me. I spent hours and hours trying to get this to work. I spent the whole 4th of July weekend in front of a computer getting this program to work. In the meantime, the midterm was coming up. I failed the midterm, but got a 95 on the project. I thought that if I did well on the final I still had a chance to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The material that came after the midterm made parsing look like learning the ABCs. We were introduced to lambda calculus, we learned about how machines evaluate expressions, and then we studied Attribute Grammars and Denotational Grammars. Needless to say, I didn't make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer for the first time in my life, I gave all my heart to something, and failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing for not trying is one thing, failing after giving it your best effort, while it sounds honorable, it feels crappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the final my proctor didn't come to work, it was a Friday so I had an extra weekend to prepare, but because I turned in my test after the deadline, I was told my grade was going to be an "I" until after the break, which I was ok with it. I went to Key West for a little vacation with the family, then I found out about my C-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A C- means that the class doesn't count towards graduation, that I had to either take it again, or take another class. I called Dr. Bermudez, we talked for a long time. We went over a bunch of options, and at the end, I re-took the class, well, since my grade was an I, he told me he can always change it. So I watched the lectures again, took the midterm and the final again. I passed, but I got a 75 and a 70 in the tests, and this is after a lot of studying and asking questions. In other words, I got my ass kicked. Plain and simple. My grade got changed to a B, I will graduate this semester, but damn, that was hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The takeaway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Personally, I am not as smart as I thought I was, and I didn't think I was that smart to start with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In General, don't give up. Perseverance wins. If you really want to achieve a goal, it pays to keep going. I can think of a lot cases where this doesn't apply, but for life, it's better to stick to your goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I wanted to write about my current class, but this post is getting way too long. &lt;br /&gt;If I start proof reading I am probably going to delete most of it, so I am just going to hit the "Publish Post" button and submit this sucker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now folks. Be good to each other please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3351449949164013835?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3351449949164013835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3351449949164013835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3351449949164013835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3351449949164013835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-this-year-seems-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-230573481501339655</id><published>2010-12-26T00:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:48:37.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Update&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:20 AM, Martha and the kids are knocked out sleeping, the kids have been playing with their cousins and aunts and uncles all day, Martha and I went to Manhattan (here they call it "the city") to walk around, we basically did a big round starting at 59th and 5th Avenue right by the Plaza Hotel, we walked down 5th Avenue until 33rd then we stopped a Moonstruck for dinner where we saw the Miami Heat manhandle the Fakers, I mean, Lakers. Then we walked back up 5th Ave, hooked a left on 42nd, up to Broadway, checked out the stores and what not, and then walked up 7th Ave until 57th where we took the train back to Queens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around stress free just talking and relaxing makes me want to live in the city. The cold weather though, gets a little bit old after a while, but it brings character to the place you know? Speaking of the weather, we are expecting a lot of snow tomorrow. I can't wait, it should be a nice trip to remember for the kids. This is the stuff happy childhood memories are made of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been doing some reading. I am halfway trough "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Open_Veins_of_Latin_America"&gt;Open Veins of Latin America&lt;/a&gt;" a somewhat controversial book that was made famous when &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/04/18/chavez-gives-obama-a-book_n_188582.html"&gt;Chavez gave it to Obama&lt;/a&gt; as a welcome gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is about the history of Latin America from a socio-economic point of view. It bitterly narrates all the injustices that have been done against every other country in the Americas, I am not done reading but I can say that it is essential for everyone to be aware of what was done to our lands, and our people, just as it is important for everyone to know about the Holocaust. Basically, Latin America got raped from the day it was born. Now, I don't believe that the answer to the situation over there is to go to communism/full socialism, I do think that Brasil and Chile are going the right path, I don't think Latinos should go around with a chip on their shoulder asking for reparations or something. But it is imperative to know our history, know why things are the way they are, and to know what mistakes were made so that we don't repeat them, again, and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my awesome sister in law, I got a book about Buddhism for non-believers, which is something I've been thinking about, I think that there are a lot of good teachings and interesting ideas behind it, I just can't get past the supernatural stuff, but I think is great to seek wisdom and expand one's horizons by studying other world views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came across &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2278655/pagenum/all"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; in Slate Magazine about David F. Wallace, which led me to reading &lt;a href="http://www.harpers.org/media/pdf/dfw/HarpersMagazine-1996-01-0007859.pdf"&gt;this essay&lt;/a&gt; about him taking a cruise. I was glued to it, I will never think of a freaking cruise the same way ever again thanks to him. I don't know how to describe it, but it takes a lot of writing talent to associate a seven night cruise to Cozumel with existential despair, but he accomplishes that, and more. Good reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am wide awake, but it's getting late, I should get some rest, but I am so tired, I can't sleep. I am going to read some more hopefully I'll fall sleep soon, don't want to be tired tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-230573481501339655?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/230573481501339655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=230573481501339655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/230573481501339655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/230573481501339655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/12/update-its-120-am-martha-and-kids-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5337714277558572844</id><published>2010-12-25T12:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:55:21.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending it with family. Doing well. No time for blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5337714277558572844?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5337714277558572844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5337714277558572844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5337714277558572844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5337714277558572844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-day-spending-it-with-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-4850126758104601253</id><published>2010-12-23T18:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T19:09:39.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Day 2&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this vacation is getting better by the minute. If only because it has been so hectic since the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it has been good, the family here has done everything to make us feel welcome. I feel kind of bad taking over my host's main bedroom and all that. It's just that for the first time I can see why I couldn't live in NYC unless I had massive amounts of money, and even then I wouldn't stay here the whole time. I'd have to leave the city periodically to regain my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things, like, you have to move your car if you have it parked in the side of the road. That in itself it's not really bad, but I can see how that can get old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at the subway, we were on our way to the the Museum of Natural History on a Bronx-bound train, and this kid gets on the train, and I honestly cannot say whether he had a mental ailment, or if he was just ghetto-stupid, but he's singing a rap song on top of his lungs all off-key and off-beat, looking like he's trying too hard to be tough. I looked at Martha and she didn't seem to mind but, I was like, really? my kids have to see this? Now, he could be a head case, someone who really needed medical attention, but in any case, the guy needed help. Later that day, at the subway again Martha was freaked out by a creepy guy staring at the kids, that didn't bother me so much because I was right there to protect them so nothing was going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent a day out in Manhattan, we walked around a lot, I admit that I made a mistake deciding not to take the stroller, because Gaby does not want to walk anywhere, so yesterday I carried her in my shoulder most of the time and must have walked at least 5 miles like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the cold, Martha loves the cold, the kids, not so much, and I sort of feel bad that they are not enjoying it as much as we are. So today we stayed here with the family, technically I am an outsider, but they are treating so well, I have nothing to complain about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's sister is watching the kids tonight, so we are going to go out tonight, hopefully we can relax and what not. If there's one things Queeners? know how to do, is party hard. I am OK with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-4850126758104601253?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4850126758104601253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=4850126758104601253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4850126758104601253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4850126758104601253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2-i-think-this-vacation-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-4987291312529206332</id><published>2010-12-22T07:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:54:05.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Vacation Time, Day 1&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are here in NY. Queens, right off Queens Blvd, this is a family get together mixed in with some sight-seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture in the highway right before you pass the Brooklyn Bridge, at night, you see the whole city's skyline, I must say that's about the most impressive sight in the east coast. Massive buildings, bright lights, it's just, beautiful. It was the climax of our trip, after stopping in MD to see Kamran, this was the culmination of our trip! The GPS had us 5 miles from our destination, so we had practically arrived. Except that in NYC traffic 5 miles means about 1 more hour to go. To Go from Brooklyn to Queens took about an hour in the highway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about to go out to the city. Going to see the Museum of Natural History, and then we are going to hang out with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-4987291312529206332?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4987291312529206332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=4987291312529206332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4987291312529206332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4987291312529206332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/12/vacation-time-day-1-so-we-are-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3315189830956172084</id><published>2010-12-18T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:37:54.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Obligatory End of Semester Blog Post&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write a blog post in my head at least twice a day. It usually happens on my drive to work, or when I am taking a shower, or doing the dishes or something. I think of a witty title, and I go over the structure of the post in my head. The thing is, I never have time to sit down and blog without the guilty feeling that I should be studying or "doing something productive" so I wait, and leave it for later, but later never comes. When I do decide to write here, all the ideas seem stale and I just stall. That's the case now. I have a bunch of things I want to discuss, but my head is drawing a blank right now, and that's ok i guess, I'll do it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad that the fall semester is finally over. I am excited about our trip to NYC. I am super thankful for &lt;a href="http://mvillalta.blogspot.com/"&gt;miAmor &lt;/a&gt;who puts up with me. I am grateful for my awesome friends and for my not-so-awesome ones too. ;) you know who you are. Most of importantly, I love the fact that I am alive. I don't want to take anything for granted. I aim to enjoy my family, enjoy the kids while they are still young and still think I am the most important person in the world. Savor everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a few books at once, today I just finished &lt;a href="http://oreilly.com/catalog/9780596155414"&gt;Being Geek&lt;/a&gt;. It turned out to be a career guide for software people, which is not what I expected, but it turned out to be useful info. Glad I read it. If you write software for a living, you should give it a look. It's nothing about how to write better software, rather is a book about managing your managers and how to deal with office politics. Things that they don't teach you about in Engineering School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not have much else to write. I have a few side projects I want to complete. If I ever finish any of them I'll post about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3315189830956172084?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3315189830956172084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3315189830956172084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3315189830956172084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3315189830956172084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/12/obligatory-end-of-semester-blog-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5373547422281905764</id><published>2010-11-21T19:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:43:39.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Miami Book Fair&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a break this weekend, (and gave the wifey a break as well) and I took the kids and myself to the &lt;a href="http://www.miamibookfair.com/"&gt;Miami Book Fair&lt;/a&gt;. It was great, thanks &lt;a href="http://gdv.gvialle.net/"&gt;Greg &lt;/a&gt;for inviting us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge section for children which was a plus for us, I was surprised at the sheer amount of children's books available. It was a bit crowded but I think it was worth it. I saw a lot of interesting books. Many things caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am starting to fall in love with Miami. I used to think this city was shallow. Boy was I wrong. Miami is one of the most cultured places in this country. I am very glad I live minutes away from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You can get great books for little money. There were tons of good books for resale for $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They placed the Muslim Association of America Booth right next to the Israeli Culture Booth. Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. If you think about it. Think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Someone from the Muslim Booth offered me a free Koran. I accepted it. I might even read it again. Can't turn down a free book. I would have taken a Bible for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of religions, I had a nice chat with a guy from the Buddhist Books. Although I will never tag myself with any particular religion. I think that Buddhism has many good teachings. It's more like a philosophy of life than a religion per se. I must say they have sparked my curiosity. After all, &lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/ou6LY.png"&gt;Buddhist are so happy&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love meeting writers. I think they are the most interesting people to talk to. Too bad that I couldn't get enough time to really chat because the kids would either run away or start beating each other up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The place is really kid friendly. There were lots of people dressed up in costumes from children's stories. Gaby wanted to take a picture with the monster from "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where_the_Wild_Things_Are"&gt;Where the Wild tings are&lt;/a&gt;" but wouldn't get close to it. She's so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I met &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Moore"&gt;Michael Moore&lt;/a&gt;! He was walking in my direction in a crowded sidewalk, and nobody seemed to notice him. I was like "Hey, isn't that Bill Moore" and he looked at me and was like "How you doing?" I don't know if I said anything, it wasn't until a little later when Greg asked me if it I meant to say Michael not Bill. Somehow, I didn't feel like I needed to take a picture with him. He's not that important to me I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am glad there was a big turn out, after all, it was an event for books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have. Back to studying now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5373547422281905764?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5373547422281905764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5373547422281905764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5373547422281905764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5373547422281905764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/11/miami-book-fair-i-took-break-this_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-560633315845840771</id><published>2010-11-15T04:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T04:58:21.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; Study, Work, Life, Study &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted anything in this blog because I am busy, is not that I don't have time, is just that I'd rather spend the few spare time with the kids and the family. I'd feel guilty otherwise, so in a sense, it's true. I don't have much time to sit and pour my thoughts out, it's a shame because I miss it. However it's too crazy right now, I get up at 4:00 AM to study, Anthony wakes up at 6:30 AM, I get him ready for the bus stop, then it's time to go to work. At work I never stop, the pace has become so frantic that one day feels like it's not enough to get anything done. Then I get home, attempt to help out as much as I can, I put the kids to bed, and then depending on how tired I am, I try to study some more. Somewhere in between I browse reddit and facebook. I try to keep touch with my friends and family. In a nutshell, I don't expect to write much until I graduate. In May, if everything goes according to plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-560633315845840771?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/560633315845840771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=560633315845840771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/560633315845840771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/560633315845840771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-work-life-study-i-have-not-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-1047552922848283115</id><published>2010-09-25T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:31:31.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;What Android Apps to get?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently got an Android phone, he just asked me what Apps he should get, that's like asking a chef what a person should eat. The answer can be very long and very short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just depends on what you want to use it for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you the apps that I use all the time, the ones that I think are awesome but never use, and some website with recommendations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The app I use the most for sure is my gmail app, I get my UF and personal email routed there, so I always get my email that way. The thing about Android is that there is more than one version, so I have an old version of Android, (hey, I got it free, and early on) but the newer version probably has the gmail thing set up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other apps that I use are the Opera mini for web browsing, swift, a twitter app,the reddit app, and the wiki app. I also would use the google news app, but it's super slow on my phone. I would also use the google maps to navigate, but it's super slow on my phone, (I don't have a 3G phone, ) I have a weird hybrid, it's a nextel phone that runs Android. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Shazam, it samples a song, and lets you know it's title, something very useful if you ever hear a song on the radio or out in a bar and you don't know the name of the song, this comes in handy for techno songs, since they don't usually have lyrics to speak of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Calibre, an app that lets you read ebooks, but some reason, I don't use it that much. I have a ton of ebooks that I want to read, but my phone screen is too small to read a book, If I had a tablet, it would be a different story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-1047552922848283115?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1047552922848283115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=1047552922848283115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1047552922848283115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1047552922848283115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-android-apps-to-get-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5146310504634790296</id><published>2010-06-19T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:04:54.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Marathon&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long run, not a sprint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired, need rest, can't for another six weeks. 8th course, two more to go, then Master's is done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left foot, right foot, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more home homework this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left foot, right foot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write the compiler due in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left foot, right foot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midterm June 28th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left foot, right foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study lambda calculus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left foot, right foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep trucking, next semesters Ad Hoc Wireless networks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left foot, right foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Algorithms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left foot, right foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the finish line up ahead? Will I make it until next May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving, don't stop, pace your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left foot, right foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5146310504634790296?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5146310504634790296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5146310504634790296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5146310504634790296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5146310504634790296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/06/marathon-its-long-run-not-sprint.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2669532214167300028</id><published>2010-05-22T18:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:00:37.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diologue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Second Diaologe, Part I&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Hey Corporal, you look depressed, you got a Dear John letter or something? what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Nothing Ali, I just, been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Oh boy, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-See that's the thing, people misunderstand what I've been saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-No, I think you made your point clear from last time we talked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-no, but when you called me an atheist, you were merely learning something about what I don't believe in, but you know very little about what I do believe in. You make a bunch of assumptions, and but at the end you have not heard what I am supposed to be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- I guess that's true, so what's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- well, for starters, I don't define myself as an atheist, many people think that I am obsessed with the subject because I am willing to speak about the things nobody else wants to talk about. But the reality is that I spend my time worrying about many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- like what, staying alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- yes, that and my wife back home, I wonder how my life will play out once I get out of here, but in the meantime, this war is teaching me a lot about the nature of human beings. I am shocked at the fact that after all the cultural differences how much we are all the same. We have more things in common with the people we fight that we like to admit. I think about that and about how amazing it is to be alive. If I make it out alive, I will not make any excuses, I will live my life trying to improve myself, living to my full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- what do you mean? what's your full potential?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- I don't know yet, but I am going to go to college, and I will educate myself as well, getting a degree is not bad, but that's not the point of educating myself, I want to sharpen my intellect, I also want to raise a family, if I make it back I am not going to leave my wife's side any more. I am going to get out of the Corps, and I am moving back to my hometown to be close to the rest of my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- well that makes sense, that's pretty much what we all want, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-well, I don't know about everyone else, but yes, I have these goals, I want to sharpen my mind, I want to cultivate my efforts on spending time with people I actually like, and I want to exercise my freedom, I want to seek wisdom to the best of my knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- All these things you are saying, don't they sound self-centered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- well, when all individuals try to improve themselves, society as a whole benefits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- so that's it, I hope you understand that, I don't go by any label, I don't stand for being anti anything. Hell I don't even consider myself a member of any political party, I just decide on my own which things make sense, whatever seems like the right thing to do, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- I guess so, it's just so much easier to leave the thinking to someone else, you don't actually get things done if you just sit there pondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- I know, words without actions don't mean much. But raw power with dull intellects are the true enemies of humanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Corporal, I see that you've been reading Nietzsche, that's what happens when you get into that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- who's the hater now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2669532214167300028?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2669532214167300028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2669532214167300028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2669532214167300028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2669532214167300028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/05/second-diaologe-part-i-hey-corporal-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-813719538463987754</id><published>2010-05-12T16:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:18:12.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Recharged&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a nice, relaxing vacation with the family. What I loved the most is that the kids and Martha were very happy. Although Anthony thought that the animals you see from your window at the Animal Kingdom Lodge were "boring", I had to laugh at that one, damn, they have no idea about how good they have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading that book "Founders at Work" Stories about startups' early days. I have learned a lot from it. I know a few things about starting something. However, I know that I am not ready from the technical point of view, to take the plunge, I might do it someday, everything depends, I am glad I don't have an MBA though, business types think that the hard part of a business is the analysis, figuring out if there is a market for something, all these things of course are important, but the thing they don't get is that they think that implementing something is trivial, that the execution part is straight forward and the programmers are in the back just doing their thing while they (business people) run the company and make it rain or something. The fact is, that the engineering matters. Making a high-quality product that matters is hard.  Good programmers that know how to write quality code quickly, who understand the business and the technology, those people are invaluable, that's what I am planning on becoming. I am more than a code monkey, I understand the customer, the business, the product, the science and the math. Having this knowledge yields the power to start a whole industry all in one person. That's how strong an engineering education is.  I know that I can get there, that's why I keep investing in my education, because this gives me the freedom to create whatever I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now I must focus my energy and effort to COP5555, one of the projects is to write a &lt;a href="http://www.cise.ufl.edu/class/cop5555su10/project1.html"&gt;lexical analyzer&lt;/a&gt; ,which I knew it was coming, but the challenge seems good, I feel ready for this battle, all I have is the summer, the fall, and I'll be graduating in the spring, &lt;a href="http://www.venganza.org/"&gt;FSM&lt;/a&gt; willing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-813719538463987754?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/813719538463987754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=813719538463987754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/813719538463987754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/813719538463987754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/05/recharged-just-got-back-from-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2985460185698183270</id><published>2010-05-08T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:18:57.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosphy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Some thoughts here and there&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to blog! I have been meaning to write this whole week, but every single day something keeps coming up. I had three birthdays this week, and there's always something to do around the house. Plus this week I've been getting up early to go to work early, and I am really tired by the time the kids go to bed, which is when I usually have some spare time to do these things. But I've had these thoughts about these things I want to share here and so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Philosophy is for everyone&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I finished reading Plato's Republic. Now, that sounds so...intellectual or something, right? well no, it is not, I found Plato deeply approachable. The book is not only about Government, is much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't read a book more than once, but I think I am going to make an exception for the Republic. I have the Spanish edition that belonged to my father and a new copy I just bought when I was at Chicago. Anyway, I would read a chapter in English and then I'd do the same in the Spanish version and I would always find something in the second reading that I somehow missed the first time I read it. I know I probably didn't do a good job of "getting" everything about the book, since the book itself is so rich, and I was reading a few pages right before falling sleep. However, there are a few things that stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Justice&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing about this when I took an undergraduate course in philosophy, but when the teacher mentioned the word "justice" I thought about the Judicial system, meaning justice as punishment. But Plato is not about that, it is a dialogue where they discuss what does it mean to be just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I keep thinking about, is the question: is it better to be perceived as just but in actuality not be just? or is it better to actually be just, but perceived as unjust? The issue being, should we be just just for its rewards or is there something good about being just in itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In politics and business perception is reality, but we see how CEOs politicians and the like don't always do what they preach, which tells me that they would rather be unjust but be perceived as just, which explains why so many people distrust politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that caught my attention was how Plato classified people, he divided people by those who love wisdom, those who love money and those who love honor (soldiers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that we all have a little of each, I would say that there are those who seek pleasure, those who seek money, power, fame, and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the utility and the necessity to have money, and I don't think there is anything wrong in being industrious and seeking to create and accumulate wealth. But the love of money changes people. I turns people into conniving, lying, calculating creatures that lack compassion, I think that greed can be a very bad thing, a person who only loves money and pleasures will never be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same kind of goes for people who seek fame, power, honor, just for their own sake. Those things by themselves do not bring fulfillment. The thing that Plato said that I will carry with me forever, is that the love of wisdom is the best thing we can aim for. It's a simple yet powerful concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I really liked, and there's a lot gems like these in the book, is the part where it explains that true freedom comes from being able to control the passions of the soul. It seems paradox, but, self-control actually gives us more freedom. When we lack self-discipline we become slaves to our vices and appetites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I highly recommend it to everyone, books like these are classic for a reason, they have survived the test of time. Generations and generations of thinkers have written their ideas but all most of them are either a response to or an echo of what Plato wrote. That's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Founders at Work&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a great book about how some great companies got started. Eye opener. I know that I will never be a businessman, but I will not be ignorant about the subject. I am going to get more knowledge in economics, finance and accounting. I want to know how to read contracts and how to run a business, it will come in handy someday. However, I want to be an engineer all the way, I enjoy making things, but the temptation to start a company has been there, maybe someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;COP 5555&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I start the famous compiler class in UF, is my second Computer Science course in Grad school and I can't wait, I actually want to start reading the book now. It can wait though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok everyone, that's all I have. Be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2985460185698183270?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2985460185698183270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2985460185698183270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2985460185698183270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2985460185698183270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-thoughts-here-and-there-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2182820114602859279</id><published>2010-04-25T17:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:19:42.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;YES!       &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my final, well, I just solved all the problems that were assigned, it was a take home test. I still have to put all the answers in pretty format, need to scan it, same with the project, it's all done, but have not turned it in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting here, not knowing what to do, so many different different things that I could be doing. I have more interests than time, so now that I am free, I am having a hard time deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things is going to have to be fixing up the house, we have had the stairs bare for the past couple of months, long story short, it's a home improvement project from hell, everything that could go wrong in a home project went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few books on my queue that I want to finish. Martha just gave me a copy of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/1776-David-McCullough/dp/0743226720/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1272234755&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;1776&lt;/a&gt; the Pulitzer-Prize-winning best seller about Washington's fight against the Brits that year. Thanks Babe! I am about to finish reading Plato's Republic, and well, you've seen what it has done to my blog writing, it has me writing dialogues and what not. Reading Plato makes you want to really think about things, think clearly. I don't know if that makes any sense at all, but that would be another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Founders-Work-Stories-Startups-Problem-Solution/dp/1430210788/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1272234806&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt; Founders at Work,&lt;/a&gt; a collection of stories about successful startups, they should also have a book about failed startups as well, lately, I've been getting more interested in learning economy and business, but from a scientific perspective,  I am curious to know how the world works, people are motivated by economic and political factors. I am wary of people who are obsessed with money and money making, but it would be foolish to ignore what moves the country and the world. Also, realizing that although I work as an engineer, I am make money because of a business, and all business is sales, therefore, I need to make innovations that sell, not just things that are neat, or impressive, but to make it as an engineer, we need to work on stuff that's profitable, that's reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2182820114602859279?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2182820114602859279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2182820114602859279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2182820114602859279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2182820114602859279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-i-just-finished-my-final-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-1634210305364449827</id><published>2010-04-15T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:00:56.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diologue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; Dialogue, Part IV     &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -Oh, it's nothing. I think I saw something in the rooftop...(looks trough the night vision goggles) No, I don't see anything, maybe our imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -You know what? These big questions about life? Why doesn't anyone ever want to talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -I feel the same way, very few people want to talk about these things because it is so important, it's such a big part of their personal identity that they take it as a personal attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -So people are that fragile? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -Is not that they are fragile, but if you are used to seeing the world a certain way, then you don't want to change your mind. Plus, I don't know, talking about these topics can affect the way people look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -I just, want to know what's true and what's real. Is that like, an impossible thing?u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -what a freaking question. What the hell are you talking about Corporal? What is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -yeah, what is true, what is real, what does it mean to know something. what is justice? What is the right thing to do? How do we answer these questions in a purely scientific way? Is there a way to check our answers? What can we do to know? How can I know that I can trust an idea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -a lot of people have been asking themselves the same questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -yes I know, that seems to be a problem, scientist have gotten very far studying the material world. But it seems like these questions about our human race remain to be answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - I have all the answers, just follow God's teachings and you will be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -yes but, how do you check that? you really can't, you have to accept, can't question, have to take it by faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -well, how can you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -I don't know. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - hey I think I did see something up in the roof, is that a...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-1634210305364449827?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1634210305364449827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=1634210305364449827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1634210305364449827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1634210305364449827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/04/dialogue-part-iv-oh-its-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-4035945293157315950</id><published>2010-04-13T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:01:23.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diologue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Dialogue Part III    &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Whenever you write, write the truth...Fiction is the truth inside the lie"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The radio opens up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio - Apocalypse One, This is Bushmaster X Ray Radio Check, over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Bushmaster X Ray this is Apocalypse One, Lima Charlie, over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio -Be advised, Wolvepack elements will be present in your sector in about five mikes, over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -Roger, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R -Bushmaster out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -well, looks like Alpha company got the crappy end of the stick this time, I bet they are going to raid that shiek's place, he's supposed to be on our side, but I know he is one of THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -so, how do you know when something is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -there's always clues, here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -but how do you know for sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -At the end is hard to know for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -how do you know you made a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -there are ways to test out theories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -I think I know where you are going with this one. You are going to say how come I believe in God since there is no proof. But there's no proof that he doesn't exists. So it's better to believe and be wrong than not to believe and be wrong. I believe without proof and that makes me a better person. I live better, so what if I was wrong? is it so bad to try to be a better person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -You brought two things Ali, I can only handle one thing at a time. First of all, I hope you are not saying that you NEED to be religious to be a good person, to live better. I can be a good person without having to believe in supernatural stuff, I can live a good life, with meaning without having to believe in imaginary friends that are watching us from the ski or something. Plus, there are so many choices of religion, how do you know which one to believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -well, my family is protestant, so therefore I am protestant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -doesn't it bother you a bit that there are so many religions out there? They all claim to be true, surely they can't all be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -I believe that they worship the same God, at the end, Allah, Jehova, Yahwe, they are all one and the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -wait a minute, aren't you a Christian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -yes, I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -Jesus said that he is the only way to get to the father, right? doesn't that mean that if you are not a Christian you will not get to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -yes, but I believe that God will make a special case for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - so then, I am good, since surely he knows that I am trying to be rightous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -I am sure God loves you Corporal, even though you are a fool for not believing in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -so you think I am going to go to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -I don't know, because you rejected him, you know about him and reject him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -but why, if God is so powerful, so great, does he need us to worship him, why? is he insecure or something? Why does he say he wants to save us, but only if we believe him and worship him? why not just save us? and then why make it so hard to believe in him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -I mean, I can't see any evidence man, I can't see any reason to say that yeah, there definitely is a God out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -But that's the thing, it's called faith. And that makes you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -it doesn't make sense to me to say that believing in something without any sort of evidence to back it up, is some kind of virtue or something. I don't see how that could even begin to make sense. I have looked, I have thought about it, is not that I don't want to believe, I mean, I would like to think that at the end the just will get a reward, I would like to survive my own death. I just don't see anything that makes me say that it's real. It looks to me like the whole thing is all in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -I know that he exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -really? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -Because he answers my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -what did you pray for Ali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - I pray for a bunch of things, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -do you have all your prayers answered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -no, but that's because what I asked for was not his will, he knows better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -I always thought that was funny that we had to pray, since he knows everything already, why do we have to remind him? doesn't he know? but anyway, I have tried praying myself, believe it or not, I used to believe back in the day. But I don't really see a difference otherwise, why don't you try it out? test it out for yourself, keep a tab of answered prayers, see if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -God doesn't work like that, Corporal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -what does that mean? it's in the Bible, it's a claim that's made by many religious. If you can't test it, why do you believe in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -I don't think you get it, that's not why we pray, I feel a sense of peace when I pray, like I am one with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - I think you can get the same feeling by just meditating. Do you really think you can get God to bend the laws of nature for your request?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Oh boy, but why? I have not seen anything close to what you might say a miracle, everything that I have seen seems so underwhelming, I have been to a Benny Hinn or whatever his name is, my cousins in Fl swear he can do miracles, but I will be convinced when I see someone that can grow back a limb, why is it that you never see amputees growing their limbs back? every miracle is always this fuzzy thing, like a cancer test coming back negative after a previous positive result, when in practice that sort of thing happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -look, I just know what I believe in is true, ok? plus, why does it matter to you what I think? if I am happy with my beliefs, if it makes me a better person, who the fuck are you to tell me what I should believe? why does it bother you so much that I want to worship God? This is something very personal, and I don't see what can be so wrong with having the hope that I have someone watching over me, somebody protecting me, someone that will reward my faith and my good deeds, someone who will provide eternal salvation, someone who gives me peace, direction, and something that I can use to relate to everyone in my hometown. Why do you seek to destroy it? What good can come out that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - I know, I know, look, I don't care what you worship ok? remember that you asked ME why I am an atheist, my question is, don't you want to know if what you believe in is true? doesn't it matter? I just can't accept something without some kind of way of checking if it's real or not. Plus, one thing that irks me about religious people, is not that they believe is that they are so sure of their beliefs that they think that anyone who doesn't share their views is a fool. They want everyone to believe what they believe without providing a solid proof, but they are so confident, they are so cocksure, and I wonder, how can they claim to know what you can't know, nothing can be proved either way, I am not sure, I know that I could be wrong, so I don't go around trying to unconvert people out of their faith. But these people, and maybe you are one of them, they think that they know more, they have no idea what it means to know something, and yet, they sit there making statements based on faith, that they have no way of proving, like it's a fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - well, I am not one of those people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - hey, is that somebody on that roof top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-4035945293157315950?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4035945293157315950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=4035945293157315950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4035945293157315950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4035945293157315950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/04/dialogue-part-iii-whenever-you-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5349145486515854581</id><published>2010-04-11T15:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:01:36.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diologue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; Dialogue part II     &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(warning, contains foul language, and disturbing images)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -yes we are scanning our sector Sgt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt V -Well, don't get too caught up discussing all this stuff, remember that you have to pay attention to what's going on around you. That's why you're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -Aye Aye Sgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt V -Very well, carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---V leaves-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -anyway, back to your question Cpl. Would Jesus agree with my actions? The answer is yes because he knows that I am doing this for a just reason. It is for a just cause and I am doing my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -so then you agree with me? there are no absolutes moral rules, it depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -well...I don't know, he did say thou shall not kill, but then, the army of Israelites did some killing in their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -so you feel like a good Christian, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -I don't know, listen you are changing the topic, I wanted to know why you are an atheist, how can you not believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -how can you believe in God, after all we've been trough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -Precisely because he has protected you and me, my faith in him has grown, my prayers are being heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -see? that's the most disgusting thing I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -Why? believing in God has given me the strength to get trough these hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -I mean, really? Do you think that your alive because somehow you are more special than Sgt Adams, or Lt Ski who got shot or blown up? Do you think that you matter more, or you were more pleasing to God and that's why he spared you? Lt Ski was a devout Christian, and he is gone. I am an atheist and I am still alive. What about all the orphans running around in this place? This is fucking shithole, and you sit here saying that it's ok because God is in control. You tell me this and I think about what happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -the vehicle incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -yes, the vehicle incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -is that what made you an atheist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -no, that's not why, but, supposing there was a God, why? why would he allow that to happen? That car that ran trough our traffic check point, we had to no choice but to shoot it, we freaking lit up that car Ali, and at the end, what? There was a family there, no weapons, no bombs, just a car, with a Dad, a Mom, a ten year old girl, a baby. We saw it Ali, we saw the bodies,  we did nothing illegal, we were following our orders, we were protecting the compound against a real threat and yet, goddamit, we have the blood of these Iraqis in our hands. Why did your God allow that happen? What kind of fucking twisted sick God allows that to happen, why is that some kind of test? does he really have no disregard of the innocent? What are you going to tell me? That everything is going to make sense in the end? Well no! I want nothing to do with your God, if he's in charge of this joint, and he's real, I am not going to kiss his ass. I spit on his image, I curse his name for putting us through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -But Corporal, we have free will. What happened is not God's fault. It was only humans that got us in this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -yes, but they, I mean, they ran a traffic point, who knows why, and then they got shot. Crap, you are telling me that he intervenes to keep you alive, but doesn't intervene to save an innocent family, something doesn't make sense. You are right, I do think that it's only us, there is no way that a just, all knowing, all powerful god would allow these things to happen. There is just no way, and if it's true, and if this is all some part of some kind of plan, then he can take this world, his lofty plan and shove it! I want nothing to do with this kind of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -so you somehow think that you know more than God. You need to bad to appreciate the Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -at what expense? don't you care? look at all the people who are dying, who are starving, who are losing their family? and you still talk about a plan? does this make sense to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -you can't make sense of everything, you are a small creature with a small brain, trying to comprehend this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -so none of this bothers you. I bugs me to even conceive of something that could intervene, could save us, and you are telling me that he cares, he loves us, and allows us to live this way. I need to chill out, stop talking for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5349145486515854581?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5349145486515854581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5349145486515854581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5349145486515854581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5349145486515854581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/04/dialogue-part-ii-warning-contains-foul.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-1194122155772317349</id><published>2010-04-06T21:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:01:51.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diologue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The setting: a hot summer night in the city of Ramadi, Iraq. The participants, Lance Corporal Ali, from Paris, Texas, Corporal Joseph from Queens NY, and Sgt V, who we don't know much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V -Alright guys, here's the deal, you two are on watch until 23:00 that's when Lcpl Paul and Lcpl Chris are supposed to come back and take over, until then, here's some extra batteries for the radios, your call sign is apocalypse 1-Alpha, watch the northen road, we heard reports that the insurgents are planning a big attack on American forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph -oh yeah? what else is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V -Quiet Joe, I'm trying to pass some intel here, shut your pie hole for two minutes alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -Yes Sergeant, (sarcastic tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali- Sgt V, one question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V -what is it, Lance Corporal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - do we know where this intel comes from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - I don't know, it was passed down from the CO this afternoon, from there I don't know, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -it's just that, we never seem to really know when really are going to get attacked, I mean, last week when they threw grenades into our compound, nobody really expected that, and now they have been saying that we are going to get attacked for a whole week and nothing happens, I don't know, I just, question the validity of it you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Lance Corporal, it is what it is. I am just relaying the information as it was passed down to me, ok? my job is to keep you alive so that you can tell your war stories when you get back to the U.S. of A all in one piece, you understand? don't be goofing off, specially with this clown, Cpl Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Aye, Aye, Sergeant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Ok, I am off, got to take care of the other posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Sgt V leaves----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- I hate it when Sgt V is Sergeant of the watch, he actually wants people to stay awake during firewatch and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Cpl, can I ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- What is it Ali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- I heard that you were an atheist, is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- who the hell told you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - does it matter? is it true or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -yes, it's true, what about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -nothing, I just, I don't know, can't believe anyone could be an atheist, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - well, I mean, everyone has to believe in something, right? don't you have any morals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -listen Ali, believing or not believing in a god, has nothing to do with morals, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -well yes but, don't you believe in anything? I mean, where do you get your morals from? if not from God? don't you live with no moral authority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- I use my reason to decide what is moral and what is not moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -your reason, huh? Somehow that seems problematic, Corporal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -I think I know what you are going to say, what if I were a serial killer or something, who is to tell me what I am doing is wrong? right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -well, we are social animals, The Philosopher Aristotle said we were political animals, we all get organized and each society will have its particular norms and values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -Do you think you would be ok with Killing if it were part of the culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -Well, look at us, we are here in Iraq aren't we? Back home, we are generally not allowed to kill. Here we are taught how to kill, life taking is part of job in this place, and yet, when we get home we are hailed as heroes at churches and government functions. How come? I thought God commanded us not to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -It's different, we are defending the country, we are in a combat situation, you know we engage the enemy only when it is necessary. We do not go out of our way to kill civilians, only combatants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- I could argue about the defending part, but, the point I am trying to make is that there are no absolutes when it comes to morals, it just depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - I see what you are saying, but I have a problem with that. Surely there must be things that always apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J -Well, you tell me, you are the Christian, and you are here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A -I think we are here doing something good for the country, we are helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Do you really think that Jesus Christ would approve of your actions here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stg V: Hey guys, are you scanning your sectors? This ain't the Lyceum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO Be Continued.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-1194122155772317349?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1194122155772317349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=1194122155772317349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1194122155772317349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1194122155772317349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/04/dialoge.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-6247031094992672428</id><published>2010-04-05T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:28:50.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>testing blogging app</title><content type='html'>testing blogger app for phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-6247031094992672428?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6247031094992672428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=6247031094992672428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6247031094992672428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6247031094992672428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/04/testing-blogging-app_05.html' title='testing blogging app'/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-4229819990124832711</id><published>2010-04-05T20:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:28:44.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>testing blogging app</title><content type='html'>testing blogger app for phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-4229819990124832711?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4229819990124832711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=4229819990124832711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4229819990124832711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4229819990124832711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/04/testing-blogging-app.html' title='testing blogging app'/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-7726805540552441422</id><published>2010-03-30T06:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:33:57.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Open Courses&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing thing in the internet besides Wikipedia, is the increasingly common practice of putting the content of classes for free in the internet. At the forefront of this effort is MIT. They have been putting a lot of material out there, and not just their world-famous engineering courses. Check it out for your self. ocw.mit.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yale University's Open Courses, while not offering as many classes as MIT, does offer one unique advantage, the course transcripts are provided, so I don't have to watch the lecture, I can just read it, this offers multiple advantages, for once, I can read it a lot faster than I can watch it. It's better for my embarrassingly-short attention span. And I can read it pretty much from anywhere, my phone, laptop, without having to wear headphones or anything like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out with the &lt;a href="http://oyc.yale.edu/religious-studies/introduction-to-new-testament/"&gt;New Testament&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://oyc.yale.edu/religious-studies/introduction-to-the-old-testament-hebrew-bible/"&gt;Old Testament&lt;/a&gt; classes, I struggled a bit with the Old Testament stuff, some of it was kind of boring for me. But the New Testament course was fascinating, there are so many things in the New Testament's text that reveals so much about the history of Christianity, and I never noticed it. It's there, in plain sight, you just have to open your Bible and read it. Text Criticism was something new, I just never studied the Bible that way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the class that compels me to write about this is the new course I am looking at, it is called &lt;a href="http://oyc.yale.edu/political-science/introduction-to-political-philosophy"&gt;Introduction of Political Philosophy&lt;/a&gt;, and it just hit my brain's sweet spot. It deals with the idea of the "Ideal Regime" the questions that are extremely relevant today have been asked for a long time by some great thinkers of the human race, learning about it is an awesome experience. I think that's what learning is supposed to be about. I think this is one of those course that will shape the way I think about politics for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now, I am sitting next to a fireplace in a Panera in Schaumburg, it's 6:30 AM, and I am headed for the office, long day of work ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Good to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-7726805540552441422?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7726805540552441422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=7726805540552441422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7726805540552441422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7726805540552441422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/03/open-courses-best-thing-thing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-7234783408654791817</id><published>2010-03-27T10:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:07:29.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Some personal thoughts about beliefs systems&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer, this post may not make much sense from the structural point of view, because I am just going to start typing things as they come to my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I need to tell you, because many people may be dealing with the same thing, this is tearing me apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one side, I understand perfectly and completely the thing about people living their lives the best way the know how, I know many people out there who consider themselves christian and who live decent lives, some people I consider close friends, believe in some form a god, most often is the christian god Jesus Christ, it's not accident, I do after all, live in a Westernized society, if I were born in Saudi Arabia, most of my friends would be muslim, If I were born here, but 400 years ago, chances are my friends would be worshipping mother nature or something. Anyway, the thing is, I live in a society where the majority consider themselves some form christian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't respect or care for Christianity, but that doesn't mean I don't respect or care about you as a person. If I know you, and you are a nice person, I don't care if you worship a grilled cheese sandwich, Zeus, Yahweh, or Lady Gaga, I don't give a damn. The same applies if you are atheist, if you are a total douchebag and you call yourself an atheist, it doesn't mean that I am your pal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Religion in General and Christianity specifically, I do have many issues with it. This position comes from a lifetime of thinking, analyzing scriptures, being around church and what not, my doubts did not come on a whim, this is not a phase that I am going trough, it's not a response to an oppressive childhood, I did meet hypocrites in church, but even if 100% of the people I met were true christians, I still would have my doubts. Some people (i.e my Mom) think that  I was influenced by the "liberals" that lurk universities , my Dad thinks that Iraq made me an atheist, he maybe onto something there. But, the truth is, it all started very early, however, I did want to believe, I wanted it all to be true! I did not rebel against it just to be different, I did want it all to be true, and it took courage to separate from a community that gave me so much comfort, I miss the close-knit feeling of belonging you get when you are part of a church. I still do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was reasoning that made me change my mind, I knew there are a lot of other religions, so I thought, are they all true? some are more true than others? (Catholics vs Protestant, vs Jehova Witness, Mormons?) what's the deal here?&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the problem of evil and suffering, the explanations that I got for it were mentally unsatisfying, then it hit me,&lt;br /&gt;what if they are all wrong? what if this is something we made up to make sense of the world? and then everything makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I figured it out is the silliest thing in the world, but I'll share it anyway, the first church I ever went to, I had a crush on the  pastor's daughter, ( I was 12 ok?) I was too shy to actually tell her that, but that did not stop me from having a romance and a relationship with her, all in my head.  I moved to FL and never saw her again, but to me, this was my first love, to her, she probably didn't know I existed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silly example is a instance of the power of the mind, when you really want to believe something, you can go off and make the world fit your views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I did when I was older was to look for evidence that Christianity is the right faith. See, I knew the answer was that God is real, and Jesus is the way. But I wanted proof, so I looked, and looked, and did not find anything that would make my faith more valid than any other faith, so I keep going to church because I though of faith as a virtue, and I was lacking in that virtue, but I though God would provide me with faith if I kept on praying for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Iraq, I saw that rightous people suffer in this world, regardless of how faithful you are. Suffering. Seeing people suffer for no reason got to me,  Then I came across a book that told me it was ok to say that I don't believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The God Delusion" made me aware that I was not alone in my reasoning, so I embraced that label. My mistake was thinking that if I showed other people my arduous path to my current position, they would see that I was diligent, that it was an honest inquiry and that they would follow me. I wanted all my friends and family to know, that it's ok, that you can leave the church, and it would be allright. But I found out the hard way that people don't want their beliefs challenged, when somebody wants to believe something they will make everything fit what they want to believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see somebody make a statement 3*2 = 7, I have to say something and correct it. When I see someone saying they have proof or reason that God exists I feel compelled to tell them that I have been down that road and came up empty, But they don't want to hear it. Nobody does, So my question to myself is, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I keep my opinion to myself? Well, I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;If everyone takes the same path, then nothing would ever change, if that was the attitude of our forefathers, we would still be a colony of England, we would still have slaves, women would not be able to vote, and I would probably have to go to a different bathroom in certain parts of this country. So no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think is wrong for religious groups that feel that they are so righteous, they can  get away with intolerance in this country in the name of their beliefs. I think is wrong to block scientific research in the name of a religious belief. I think it's utterly ridiculous to "teach both theories" when it comes to science, clearly, one thing is science, the other is not. I think it's wrong to discriminate based on sexual preference. I am tired of otherwise good people to pick and choose from an old book what they think is right or wrong, I think is wrong to call this country a "Christian Nation" it is a secular government where most of citizens are christian, that's something very different from having a Christian Government. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say these things without hurting people's feelings without offending. I am very sorry, that's not my intention, I just want to make this place a better world for everybody whether you are a believer or not. A world where we are equal, a world were we can tolerate each other and everyone has the freedom to pursue happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I don't think I can convince people in a personal level that their beliefs are wrong, no matter how well I present the argument. But I think that we can at least stop the side effects, teaching science in schools, stopping the intolerance are a good start. Religion is at the root of these issues, but its also a touching subject to people, so attacking religion is a risky thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn because, if I choose one path, I compromise the other. I don't want to alienate my friends, but I do want to make people aware of these things. I don't want to turn into an intolerant bigot. But I do want to fight against social injustice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-7234783408654791817?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7234783408654791817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=7234783408654791817' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7234783408654791817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7234783408654791817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-personal-thoughts-about-beliefs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5057186337235697585</id><published>2010-01-29T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:17:40.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;What I am reading&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been busy, (what else is new?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be 50/50 between two projects, but in reality is more like 100/100, working a lot of hours. &lt;br /&gt;I am taking Wireless Communication at UF, this is my last Communication Class, after this I have two electives and a math class and then I am done with the master's. I am trying desperately to get an A. I have a 2.91 course avg, I am not that worried, I am not ashamed of that GPA either, in fact, I am darn proud that I can go to school while holding a full time job and fulfilling the role of being a father and a husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade them for anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a long book queue that I am trying to get trough, but at the top of the queue are two books that were lent to me by good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Name-Rose-Everymans-Library-Cloth/dp/0307264890/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1264825006&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Name of the Rose&lt;/a&gt; by Umberto Ecco, It's pretty awesome, the made that movie in the 80's with Sean Connery based on the book, and as always, the book is much better, I am 200 pages into it. It's going slow because of what's in the first paragraph of this blog post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right behind in the queue is P&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Parenting-Beyond-Belief-Raising-Religion/dp/0814474268/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1264824972&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;arenting Beyond Belief&lt;/a&gt;, it's about Raising Ethical Caring kids without religion. It's a series of anecdotes and essays about the tough job of being a parent, for people who choose to be superstition-free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of religion, I am reading the transcripts for a&lt;a href="http://oyc.yale.edu/religious-studies/introduction-to-new-testament"&gt; History of the New Testament class&lt;/a&gt; from Yale University Open Courses, they are going over Bartman's book. Very interesting, I am in lecture 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading &lt;a href="http://steve.yegge.googlepages.com/blog-rants"&gt;Steve Yegge's Drunken Blog Rant&lt;/a&gt;s, awesome. blog. period. It's a programmer who used to work at Amazon and basically drinks a lot of wine and rants, he is full of great insight with regards to the craft of building software, good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5057186337235697585?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5057186337235697585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5057186337235697585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5057186337235697585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5057186337235697585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-am-reading-lately-ive-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2391343915975945965</id><published>2010-01-03T09:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:45:07.295-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='code'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programming'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished reading Coders at Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fascinating book, basically interviews with notable programmers, there are a bunch of reviews out there that will tell you why you should read this book if you write software for a living. Here's one that I&lt;a href="http://www.codinghorror.com/blog/archives/001305.html"&gt; liked&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to write the snips and pieces that stuck together, some simple things I had heard before, others were new and unexpected. There isn't any structure to the ideas I have so I am going to put it in list format:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; 1. Lisp&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit surprised to see how many of the programmers that were interviewed for this book were lisp developers, after all, Lisp is not as widely used as Java and C++, but then I found out that the author Peter Seibel also wrote a book titled "Practical Common Lisp" so that kind of explains it. I guess the message that I get from all these Lisp hackers is that the perfect programming language well, not perfect, but the most advanced programming language was actually invented first, but it was not adapted for reasons x, y and z. So these inferior things came along and became popular, programmers who don't know Lisp just don't get it. Of course I am exaggerating a bit here, but the point I am making is that Lisp is not what gets used in the industry. However, it aroused my interest, and I think I am going to look into it. I started by reading some wikipedia articles, but I can tell this is going to be an intellectual challenge, I can't say I understand l&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lamda_calculus"&gt;amda calculus&lt;/a&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lambda-the-ultimate.org/node/2"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the starting point from my Lisp endeavors. (It's a bunch of free Lisp resources in the web, gotta love the internet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;2. Is Programming an Engineering Discipline, an Art a Craft or a Science?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be argued that Computer Programming is all the above and more, it can be approached as an Art the way Picasso approached his paintings or the way Hemmingway, Tolstoy or Dostoevsky approached writing prose. In the other extreme there are those that say that we should build software the way we build bridges, there's a formal process and bridges don't fall, well, with some exceptions in &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20079534/"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I am aware that Programming is craft that it's a bit different than building bridges, engines or any other physical thing, software is more like math in the sense that it's is made up of thought stuff, it's more abstract ideas, A "program" is just a bunch of instructions. I always think of it as writing a recipe for a very very dumb cook. Great Programmers can combine characteristics from all of these approaches and create great software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that all programmers should treat it as a craft and therefore should practice and sharpen theirs skills constantly, I think that just learning enough to do your job is a grave mistake, programmers should always try to improve, to grow, to push their limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I agree that Software Engineering should be formalized, we should find out the things that work and stick to them, but we need to understand why it works and we need to be flexible to accept and try out new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This field is so young, we've only been programming computers for about 60 years, that's nothing compared to the 2000 + years that we've been making buildings, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;3.  Is programming a young person's game?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would say it is, I think that you gain so much wisdom with experience that an older person can still make huge amounts of contribution. I do see how a person with a lot of responsibilities and commitment outside of just writing code would have a lot less time to sit there and code for hours and hours continuously. This is why I am having such a hard time developing apps for the Iphone, I just don't have the time to sit for 20 hours trying to put something together, specially in the beginning when there's a learning curve to get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;4. Don Knuth is a bad-ass&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I already knew. If you can read and understand the Art of Computer Programming, you know what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;5. What books to read?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author asked this question to all the Programmers interviewed, there were a variety of answers, not much overlap, among the books that I have read was Code Complete and Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, and Design Patterns, there are some books that already were in my list of books to read, like Structure and Interpretation of Computer Programs and the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Compilers-Principles-Techniques-Alfred-Aho/dp/0201100886/ref=reg_hu-wl_item-added"&gt;Red Dragon Compiler Book. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other books have been added to my list like the bit twiddling book&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hackers-Delight-Henry-S-Warren/dp/0201914654/ref=wl_it_dp_o?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;coliid=I1HOE277T6FZGP&amp;amp;colid=34HHULIZ0I65E"&gt; "Haker's Delight"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Read Source Code&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how many other programmers stress the importance of reading other people's code, not only to educate one's self to seeing how an interesting program might work but also to force yourself to understand what another mind was thinking when they were solving a particular problem. This leads to an expansion of the imaginations and provides tools for future use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, nice book. Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2391343915975945965?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2391343915975945965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2391343915975945965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2391343915975945965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2391343915975945965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-finished-reading-coders-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-4572231501238780516</id><published>2009-12-25T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:19:43.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Manifesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas night, late, I am tired from having an exhaustingly good day.  It was so nice today that I can't stand to be awake anymore, yet, I feel compelled to share with the whole world my most personal thoughts, I will briefly attempt to describe the forces that drive my life, the principles that I attempt to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, let me tell you about my day. Anthony woke us up at 5:45 AM, we opened our Christmas presents at 6:00, we had my sister, Chuck and my in-laws over for breakfast, I got a couple of good books, cologne and a shirt, the kids got a lot presents. I spent some time with my parents, went to the park, put the kids to bed (that was a battle), drank a shocktop beer, watched Benicio del Toro's CHE, which I highly recommend, if not for the battle scenes. Took a long bath and now that I am ready to go to bed, I got this feeling that I must write this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one principle in my life, it's quite simple and generic, but it's the most powerful thing, and I think it's what got me to where I am today, I am not sure but I believe this comes straight out of the USMC leadership manual:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Know yourself and constantly seek self-improvement"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it my friends, that's my life in a nutshell, the rest it's just details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Know yourself&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As simple as this sounds, this is the most difficult thing I think. Sometimes it's easier to see other people's fault than our own. This takes personal honesty and courage. It's tough to face one's fears, to work on our weaknesses and to identify the areas in which one is best suited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;constantly seek self-improvement&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, and I try, sometimes I succeed, sometimes I take longer to succeed, occasionally I fail, I always make mistakes, but I never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I started using this principle right after I went through a period of personal failures while I was in the second half of my enlistment in the Corps. I learned a lot about myself and about leadership from my own failures as a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second principle has been with me for a little while now, but only recently did it actually form as a concise sentence. I don't think it's original at all, I heard the same message on different formats all over the place, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To gain peace of mind, make sure your actions match your values"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is hard, because there are many factors that shape our own actions, This means that our values must be always present in our minds when we speak and when we do things, which is easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The areas of my life that I wish to improve are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My relationships with the people I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Being a good Dad, husband, brother, son, and  friend.&lt;br /&gt;    Not much to say here except that it's very personal and that I care about this the most. Nothing else matters iff I don't do   this one right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Emotional Intelligence and Social IQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is new one for me, I had developed this disdain for people who used "charm" or "people skills" to get their ways, I always saw that as manipulating and selfish, I have always been looking inward to get to know myself, but now I recognize that I      need to understand other people in order to succeed in life, this is accomplished by developing a genuine interest in other people, by practicing Empathy, this is a challenge for me, I have always lived inside my own head sort of speak, and I really don't "get" other people, this has gotten me in trouble in the past, I've decided I will end this problem and become proficient in people skills, the good news is that I learned a lot about people in the service, now the hard part is to actually apply the knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My Craft, my Profession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I enjoy doing. I love Computer Engineering, and I am always trying to expand my horizons. I could write a 5 page blog spot on this topic alone.  I am constantly reading about the craft and discovering ways to become a better Engineer. The Master's Degree, Programming books and blogs, practicing coding on my own, these are the things I've been doing to become better . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The art of computer programming is so rich, enthralling and exciting that I really enjoy improving this area, it's rewarding to have a profession that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Handyman around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I don't enjoy as much, but I recognize its necessity. I need to know how to maintain  my house, repair appliances, dry wall, roofs and that stuff, I am not naturally inclined to do stuff with my hands, but it's a role that I must fulfill, so I might as well go all in, maybe I'll even have fun doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that is it. I have covered pretty much my whole life, at least the driving forces behind my actions. This is what keeps me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-4572231501238780516?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4572231501238780516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=4572231501238780516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4572231501238780516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4572231501238780516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/12/personal-manifesto-its-christmas-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3929187541034365115</id><published>2009-12-21T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:54:08.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad we have flood insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad we caught it early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad we have good neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad the kids didn't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad it the Christmas presents didn't get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering, wtf I am talking about, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, a couple of hours ago after watching a couple of Dexter episodes on netflix, we decided to call it a night. I went downstairs to get a glass of water, when I notice that hum...there's water all over the place, in the kitchen and the living room, to make a long story short, the empty townhouse next door was completely flooded and the waters was seeping over trough the wall, since our building has slight slant, it was going directly to us. I am glad that our neighbors across the street were kind enough to give a helping hand, we spent the last two hours cleaning up. But it's not so bad. Things will look better in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3929187541034365115?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3929187541034365115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3929187541034365115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3929187541034365115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3929187541034365115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-glad-i-am-glad-we-have-flood.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5151000796791765293</id><published>2009-12-20T09:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:43:22.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marines'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar the Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a great movie for multiple reasons. For starters, the Computer Animation was amazing. I really could not tell which parts were CG and which ones were actual camera-captured images. The jungle-planet Pandora looked suspiciously too much like the Amazon rain forest. The waterfalls looked almost exactly like the&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_Falls"&gt; Angel Falls.  &lt;/a&gt; In other words, this fils is  pure visual candy all around. However, what I think made this movie interesting was the story line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2154, the human race has a colony in a planet called Pandora. In this planet we have a mining operation run by some corporation and protected by an attachment of US Marines. The marines are there because of it's inhabitants, the novii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***EDIT***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing a description of the plot but found a much better written one on wikipedia, here's the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avatar_(2009_film)"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***END OF EDIT****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the one thing that stuck with me about this movie, is the fact that a US Marine turned against his own people. I believe that this is a taboo in the culture of the Corps. In a culture where loyalty is given such high value treason is the ultimate sin, literally punishable by death (when done in the face of the enemy, yep it's in the UCMJ) . In this movie Justice is placed on a higher pedestal than loyalty to a group, something that I cannot really disagree with. Still, turning against your own group is so against the Marine ethos that I was a bit disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how other marines feel about this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie made me think about the things I learned in the Marines, Some of it I see it as necessary things that one must learn in order to survive in battles and win wars. Attention to detail and self-discipline are obvious ones. But the marines have a different code that I believe set them apart, The Marine Corps places an acute emphasis on leadership, down to the lowest enlisted man up the chain to the Commandant all marines are taught the &lt;a href="http://www.au.af.mil/au/awc/awcgate/usmc/leadership_traits.htm"&gt;traits of a leader&lt;/a&gt;. We are also taught that there's nothing a Marine can't accomplish given a plan and determination. I have been taking all that for grated but I think it's a powerful message. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Famous_Marines"&gt;Many people &lt;/a&gt;take that and make it work for them outside in the real world. &lt;a href="http://www.sofmag.com/"&gt;Others&lt;/a&gt; completely miss the point and think the Marines is some sort of gun club fraternity, well, it probably is, but I decided to take away the intangibles and utilize it to get ahead. I am no longer in the Corps, but I will alway think of myself as a marine, I am not your typical jarhead, that's for sure, but I am still a marine at heart until the day that I die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5151000796791765293?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5151000796791765293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5151000796791765293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5151000796791765293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5151000796791765293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar-movie-i-thought-this-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-558636157899682798</id><published>2009-12-13T09:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:12:01.213-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life coding Chrome'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Day Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I am taking a day off. No school work (well, a little, but not much) We're taking the kids to see a movie, I am reading the HItchhiker's guide to the Galaxy, and not much else. Earlier I was looking at the source code for the chrome browser, I am thinking about becoming a contributor. Funny thing is, I have no idea about how web browsers work. I have no knowledge of javascript or css, or any of that stuff, but I don't feel like these things are outside of my reach. Anyway, the crhome project has all the backing of google, it's well documented and it has a lot of support. I want to dabble in it and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how that goes. I was looking into Iphone Apps earlier in the summer, but once the fall semester began it was hard to keep doing it. The problem is that in order to develop an app, (specially in the beginning when the learning curve is steep) I need to spend at least 4 or 5 uninterrupted hours to it. That's not that hard to do in the weekend if I am determined enough. But when I have lectures to watch, textbooks to read, homework to do, projects to write and so on, it's very hard to devote that much time to something else. Coding is not something that I can do 10 minutes at the time, worse yet, it's hard to start something when you know that you will have a lot of interruptions, like when I know I have to stop what I am doing in 20 minutes because of a meeting or some obligation, I can't concentrate. I wish I could do that, but in order for me to do math, write code, or write a blog post, the circumstances have to be JUST RIGHT. If they aren't, things don't come out quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go, the movie starts in 40 minutes and we're not ready to go yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Good to Each Other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-558636157899682798?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/558636157899682798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=558636157899682798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/558636157899682798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/558636157899682798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-i-am-taking-day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-811146737664882450</id><published>2009-12-02T20:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:19:15.143-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marines'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/Sxcf11D8zDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/64N6ppODXUc/s1600-h/Rota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/Sxcf11D8zDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/64N6ppODXUc/s320/Rota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410828486946114610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this picture and remembered so many different things about old friends, how different my view of the world was back then, how little did I know about things to come. In this picture I had no idea that in a year the whole world would be different, this is in Rota Spain in the fall of the year 2000, a year later 11 hijackers would have change the course of our Nation, two years later I would be married, 3 years later I would be in Iraq, and here we are, 9 years later, T.  and I live in Florida, and I don't have frigging clue what's up with Ben E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very satisfied with the way things turned out. In fact I am glad that things didn't go according to my plan back then. I wanted to go to the Naval Academy or to ROTC. I wanted to study law and someday be a bad ass General.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I consider myself a parent, husband, engineer and a civilian citizen, things I can't really do well in that environment. I love it now. I had a great time then, but it's not what I wanted out of life. I am glad I met all the demented people that you see in my facebook pic. I learned more from them than any of Marine Corps Schools I went to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-811146737664882450?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/811146737664882450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=811146737664882450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/811146737664882450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/811146737664882450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia-i-saw-this-picture-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/Sxcf11D8zDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/64N6ppODXUc/s72-c/Rota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-8077798702589102386</id><published>2009-11-28T19:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:13:51.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogfish head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogfish Head Raison D'Etre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SxHXNqb7nEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ls07zpsTPwE/s1600/Oct-Nov-2009+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SxHXNqb7nEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ls07zpsTPwE/s320/Oct-Nov-2009+080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409341257178389570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let it be known, that I don't drink that often at all, but when I do, I drink dos equis...just kidding, but seriously, I rarely drink alcohol, that explains why I am the biggest lightweight ever. A cheap date basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who I admire a lot who is the biggest fan of wine, he knows all the wineries in Argentina where he is from, and for a while, (this was right after I graduated from FAU), I was trying to become a wine connoisseur myself, but there's one problem, I don't really like wine, and the wines I tasted pretty much tasted the same, well, not the same, but I felt like I was forcing myself to do something that was not me. It didn't feel like something naturally mine. Plus, I would taste a Merlot and a Pinno Noir or something I honestly could not taste the difference, then I would try a different Merlot and it would be something unlike the first Merlot I tried, at the end, I just don't like wine, and that's the fact. Do I have a point you ask? well yes, I do. My point is this: I do like Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew beers could be as complex and as appreciable as wine. It turns out, they go way back to the early days of civilization. Man knew about brews long before we knew about..I don't know things we found out within the last 3K years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, I must confess I am not cut out to be a food critic, I lack the fine palate that a lot of people have. I did a google search for dogfish head's Raison D'Etre, and what I found out impressed me. I kept reading all these things about raisins and cinnamon, and I got very excited, I have never tasted a beer like that! It even compared it to a good wine! So I took the plunge and dove in. These are my findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Appearance&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Beer is dark brown, it reminds me of..well, Mahogany, and that's what it says in the label, no surprise there. Actually, Dogfish knows it's market sector pretty well; they market themselves as "off-centered stuff for off-center people" you got that right!. The label for this beer is pretty good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;A deep mahogany ale brewed with Belgian beet sugars, green raisins &amp; a sense of purpose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a label like that I had to give it a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there isn't that much head in this brew, and whatever bubbles come up look very tiny, so I am expecting a crisp beer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Nose&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the biggest disappointment. I was expecting to smell raisins, cinnamon, apple cider, Mahogany, but, it just smells like beer to me, a little malty, and maybe some sweetness, but that's all I could detect, so I guess my sense of smell is not as developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Taste&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beer tastes good. It's a little malty, not too bad. It leaves your mouth with a sweet aroma, maybe raisins? I like the India Pale Ales, I think my favorite beer is Sierra Nevada. This beer tastes nothing like an IPA, in fact, there's no trace of hops anywhere, however, I think it's pretty good. I don't know if my opinion is shaped by the fact that I have read so many good things about it. I may have been predisposed to like it just because of it's reputation. If I was given this beer blindly, I may be tempted to say no, but only because I prefer the taste of hoppy beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Conclusion&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not drink this beer if you are a lightweight, and you have an empty stomach and have not had too much sleep! The 8% of Alcohol really kicked my ass! I was feeling a buzz after just one beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beer is to be taken seriously. Good beer, but not my favorite. It does make my top ten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-8077798702589102386?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8077798702589102386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=8077798702589102386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8077798702589102386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8077798702589102386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/11/dogfish-head-raison-detre-first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SxHXNqb7nEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ls07zpsTPwE/s72-c/Oct-Nov-2009+080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-4267590926944109018</id><published>2009-11-28T19:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:32:00.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Spaghetti Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SxHOWgkoEMI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ma2WY4UVDLo/s1600/Oct-Nov-2009+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SxHOWgkoEMI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ma2WY4UVDLo/s320/Oct-Nov-2009+090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409331513544675522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot to Mark A. and Angie A. for blessing us with this great gift, an actual &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.venganza.org"&gt;FSM&lt;/a&gt; tree topper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a noodly winter soltice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-4267590926944109018?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4267590926944109018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=4267590926944109018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4267590926944109018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4267590926944109018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/11/flying-spaghetti-monster-thanks-lot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SxHOWgkoEMI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ma2WY4UVDLo/s72-c/Oct-Nov-2009+090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-4868526932917579032</id><published>2009-11-27T11:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:22:45.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Friday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I did something I thought I'd never do. Something that I've criticized in other people. I went to a store in the wee hours of the morning, stood in the cold waiting to buy a stupid gizmo. In this case it was a 32' HDTV for $246. Showed up at 0345 hrs and there was huge line already, I stood there overhearing conversations people were having around me, I was trying to read my book but could not help hearing about how this chick was trying to quit smoking and about how hard it was to fool her husband, who is a cop, I tried to butt in the conversation, but probably came across as the biggest creep, I don't care, I was just trying to be friendly. Anyway, finally the doors opened and people started rushing in, I wanted to get out with my dignity intact, so I did my best not to run to the Electronics section, once I got there I watched in panic as everyone was running in the opposite direction with the LCD TV's in hand, once I got the stash there were only like 3 left, I am not sure, but I think I may have grabbed someone's TV, but I didn't stop to make sure, by the time I had mine in hand, the TVs were all gone. Yes, at 05:03 there were none left. None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for the TV and went back to the store to see if I could find a $3 toaster or a good deal on an espresso machine, but no luck, everything else was marked up at a regular price, so I came home and went to sleep until the kids and the cats climbed into bed and woke us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: I don't think I will do this again, unless it's a really good deal and it's something I really wanted to get anyway. It's ok to try it once, however, people behave strangely when they are grouped into mobs. Crazy. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Good to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-4868526932917579032?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4868526932917579032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=4868526932917579032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4868526932917579032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4868526932917579032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday-this-morning-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-9143000324085832457</id><published>2009-11-26T12:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:22:12.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for having a great family and for having the pleasure of knowing so many amazing people. If you are reading this and we've shared a meal or a drink together that means I think you are an awesome person. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for every breath of air. Being alive is a great gift, as much suffering, struggle, and unfairness we have in life, it still beats being dead. I am not thankful for war, but I am thankful for the lessons I learned from that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for living. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-9143000324085832457?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/9143000324085832457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=9143000324085832457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/9143000324085832457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/9143000324085832457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-i-am-thankful-for-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2787170658059561043</id><published>2009-11-18T20:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:00:10.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;h3&gt;What do I belive?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an Atheist, every one knows what I don't believe in. But very few people know what my beliefs are. So I thought I'd take some time to spell it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in 100% agreement with Richard Carrier's essay "&lt;a href="http://www.infidels.org/library/modern/richard_carrier/ought.html"&gt;What an Atheist Ought to Stand For&lt;/a&gt;" there are some basic things that all atheist basically agree on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a&gt;I. Inquiry and doubt are essential checks against deception, self-deception and errors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a&gt;II. Logic and proper empirical method is the only way the whole world can arrive at an agreement on the truth about anything &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a&gt;III. It is better to be good to each other and to build on what we all agree to be true, than to insist that we all think alike &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.v.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2787170658059561043?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2787170658059561043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2787170658059561043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2787170658059561043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2787170658059561043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-i-belive-as-atheist-every-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5712141289262357319</id><published>2009-11-07T17:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:41:30.026-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linux'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;n00b&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to run and install NS-2 in my Linux box, one try this morning in Suse Linux and one try this afternoon in Ubuntu. Nothing is working so far. Frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5712141289262357319?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5712141289262357319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5712141289262357319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5712141289262357319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5712141289262357319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/11/n00b-i-am-trying-to-run-and-install-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-8690731424470717867</id><published>2009-09-06T05:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:07:46.492-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Chicago&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's six in the morning in my hotel room. I am heading back home in a few minutes. I had a bitter sweet trip. It sucks that I couldn't bring Martha and the kids. She had to take the reigns all by herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked really long days here at the Motorola plant, but Friday night and yesterday I got to see Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend Kamran and I visited a Turkish Restaurant in North Chicago, not far from Wrigley Field. We had a few DogHead Fish Beers. We watched the movie Infinity and had good conversation. The next day we went down to the University of Chicago in Hyde Park. I saw the gorgeous campus. The buildings look like they were built in the Middle Ages, for a minute you lose your sense of place, and forget that you are in the Midwest. I saw the historic site where Fermi did the first self-sustaining nuclear chain reaction. I ate at Medici's a local place where Obama was known to visit. We walked around the quad, and the botanical gardens and then headed to Jimmy's a locally famous dive bar. It was a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;School&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wireless Networks this semester. Looks Interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;iPhone&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending a lot of time teaching myself Objective-C and the Cocoa environment. I plan on getting into the iPhone Apps business. We'll see how that goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a plane to catch. Be good to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-8690731424470717867?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8690731424470717867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=8690731424470717867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8690731424470717867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8690731424470717867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/09/chicago-its-six-in-morning-in-my-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5446770922035488382</id><published>2009-07-12T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:04:15.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Oleta State Park&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oraa.info/images/md_prop_S01405193820389614114_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://oraa.info/images/md_prop_S01405193820389614114_jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think you had to be rich to enjoy the water here in Florida, but if you go to &lt;a href="http://www.floridastateparks.org/oletariver/"&gt;Oleta State Park&lt;/a&gt;, for a very reasonable fee you can rent canoes, Kayaks or Tandems and go out to the beautiful Florida inter-coastal. Just look at the view from the boat: (pic not taken by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/4/8/7/9/5/ar121726491759784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/4/8/7/9/5/ar121726491759784.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend it. Just don't flip the boat near sharp-edge rocks with two kids onboard, I'm just saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been one awesome, action-packed weekend, in the past 48 hours Martha and I:&lt;br /&gt;-Hosted a Dinner,&lt;br /&gt;-Hosted a Poker Game,&lt;br /&gt;-Went Canoeing&lt;br /&gt;-Flipped a Canoe&lt;br /&gt;-Watched Two Movies&lt;br /&gt;-Met with other parents from the FLASH parents group at Hollywood Circle&lt;br /&gt;-Rode the bike through the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;-Almost got run over at State Rd 7.&lt;br /&gt;-Installed a bike rack in the car&lt;br /&gt;...and much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we are a little tired, but I feel ready for next week, boy I am glad that the summer term course I am taking is not as demanding as the last three classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ya'll, just an update. Take Care of yourselves. Be good to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5446770922035488382?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5446770922035488382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5446770922035488382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5446770922035488382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5446770922035488382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/07/oleta-state-park-i-used-to-think-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-9174534592639799443</id><published>2009-06-20T08:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:04:21.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Saturday Morn&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's six in the morning, still tired, sleepy from staying up late the night before, (watching Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino) I hear sounds, what is that? The theme for Mickey's Clubhouse? wow, yes it is, I hear knocking on the door, is Anthony, and he is ready for a new day, next thing I know the bed gets overrun, Gaby, Anthony, the cat, Martha and I are crammed up, Anthony is constantly jumping, Martha is checking her email, and I am trying to squeeze another 15 minutes of sleep. It's futile, I wave the white flag and prepare for a brand new day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to do, I have to pack for tomorrow's trip, I have a research paper, a midterm, homework questions and a programming assignment, not to mention the fact that we need to pick up around the house, do laundry, and watch Anthony while Martha goes to yet another baby-shower. So many babies that we know, must all our acquaintances have kids at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, here I am, deciding what has priority, and I think I'd rather spend the day doing Fatherly stuff, I am going to miss Father's day, Martha's b-day, and a whole week of interaction that I am never going to get back. The school work can wait for my hotel room in Chicago. (well, it's Schaumburg to be precise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Of Books and other Projects&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I finished reading "Journey through Genius, a history of Mathematical Masterpieces" a look a Mathematics's greatest theorems from a historian's perspective, it went over the lives of the world's most influential math masters, I was fascinated with the elegance of the greek's Geometry, the simplicity and genius of their proof. Archimedes proof of the Pythagoras Theorem is breathtaking. The amazing skills of Newton and Euler left me in startled. 500 years from now, our computing and communication technology will be obsolete but their theorems will still be sound and relevant. Math theorems are forever, we can always add to the knowledge but we can never make it obsolete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Euclid's proof that there is an infinite number of Primes, he uses redutio ad absurdum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Suppose that there exists a finite number of primes, and the largest prime is Pn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now take all the primes up to Pn and multiply them together and then add 1. &lt;br /&gt;  1 * 2 * 3 * 5 .......Pn + 1 = N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Now, this number N by construction, is either another prime or divisible by a prime number larger than Pn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Q.E.D.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of years have passed since Euclid's time and nobody has been able to put a dent on his proof. It's simple, concise, elegant and pure genius. If you can appreciate that, then you can see why so many say that math is the language that god speaks. I don't know about all that, but it's the best language to describe natural phenomena and it's the best tool to model and understand our world, not to mention that it's beauty is captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been reading Bart Ehrman's books, Jesus, Interrupted, God's Problem and Misquoting Jesus, and studying the bible from a historical perspective. I am interested in knowing what's in the Bible. It's good to know the circumstances around it's many authors, the story of the people who wrote them and why it matters. I have learned a lot about the New Testament, things that you don't learn in Sunday school. I don't think that knowing about the Bible is necessarily a stumbling block for people of faith. Although it can open up the doors for more doubts. It'll let that be for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many side projects that I have started and left open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Breaking****&lt;br /&gt;Just found out Gaby has a 100.4F temperature, so I have to go to deal with that. No worries, I am sure she's going to be fine, but I am going to have to cut this short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-9174534592639799443?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/9174534592639799443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=9174534592639799443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/9174534592639799443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/9174534592639799443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-morn-its-six-in-morning-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-4392064413558255256</id><published>2009-06-14T20:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:30:41.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venezuela'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Bicycle&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was ten years old, on Christmas day I woke up to the best Christmas gift of my entire life. As soon as I opened my eyes, there was the nicest bike, right in my room! From then on, I would spend my days after school riding around Barcelona, that's how I remember my childhood, racing my buddies, going places too far for my parent's comfort, I would head out there, just myself and the bike, and I would savor the day, feel the hot breeze of the Venezuelan East Side, I would stay in the sidewalk the whole time, but the rides could always be dangerous, there's no such thing as a pedestrian right of way down there, and I almost got hit many times, but I learned to be careful, to be alert on the road. When you are riding a bike it's the exact opposite of patrolling in the infantry, the key is to be seen. So I would make sure that I was in nobody's blind spot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked to ride so much because it gave me time to think about stuff, I would ponder upon the things that seemed so important back then, plans for the future, questions about life, about school, friends, later about girls that I never had the courage to speak to. I remember the last time I rode the bike in my town, I knew I was about to come to the United States and I was conscious of the fact that this would be the last time I would see my neighborhood like this, I tried my best to take a mental  snapshot of the park I used to ride trough, my park,  it was basically a wide sidewalk lining up the main avenue that connects Barcelona to Puerto La Cruz. I don't remember what else I did that day, all I can recall is how it felt, to know that life was changing, to be aware that after that day things will never be the same. It hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I rode a bike again, not trough the old park of my childhood, but trough my current neighborhood.  Today was one of those nasty hot muggy Florida Summer days, the thunderstorm clouds lurking nearby, threating with rain and lighting, the multitude of little bugs hitting my eyes, the fiery hot air that burns my lungs. Sweat sticking to my shirt, and I am loving it, I traverse all the streets in my block, looking at all the houses, all the palm trees, mango trees, the local dogs, rednecks working on their cars, teenagers hanging around, people fishing in the canals, (will they eat whatever they catch?) I ride around, feeling like I am twelve again, I swear I must have been smiling the whole time, although I am sure I must have swallowed a bug or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to do this more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-4392064413558255256?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4392064413558255256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=4392064413558255256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4392064413558255256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/4392064413558255256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/06/bycicle-when-i-was-ten-years-old-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-7042628044217657022</id><published>2009-06-05T07:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:59:54.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Chicago&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Schaumburg IL, in a work-related trip to the Mother Ship (Company Headquarters)thankfully, work has been uneventful, which means things are going according to plan. It's interesting to see other sides of the business doing their thing. I am at one of the factories doing some quality control work, actually, my job is to standby, in case a major catastrophe or something comes up. The thing about that is that I am there representing my whole department. People here are not shy to tell me their opinion of the Development team from Florida. I think it's natural, because the feeling of love is mutual. Other than that, I am having a good time. I kind of like Chicago, it seems like NYC with a Mid West mentality. Everywhere you look there are people with Cub's shirts, hats, etc, and you can't help but to smile and sympathize, for a city that still loves their baseball team after 100 losing seasons can't be all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing missing is Martha and the kids. I know they would love it here, the weather is nice, and there are a lot of things to do here. It's too bad they could not make it. In the other hand, it's nice to wake up in a quiet room. Lately I've been starting the day with a hyper three year old and two cranky women, one is two and the other 24, they both act the same in the morning.  The funny thing is, I can't live without any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-7042628044217657022?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7042628044217657022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=7042628044217657022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7042628044217657022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7042628044217657022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/06/chicago-im-in-schaumburg-il-in-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-7957734733852944276</id><published>2009-05-31T19:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:59:27.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Curious Case of The disappearing Milk Bottle&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we lost a milk bottle. It must be in the same place where all the odd socks go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much of a story, really, the last time I saw the bottle was this morning after the kids got out of bed, we have one for each child. Gaby was asking for milk so I took one down to fill it up, when I came back upstairs to get the second one it was gone. Just like that. I thought, no big deal it probably rolled under the bed or something. So I started to look for it. It's been 12 hours, we turned every piece of furniture, searched every imaginable place, questioned each other's sanity, integrity and method of birth, (not really, actually it has been a civil search, it's amusing really) but we have not found the bottle. The mystery remains to be solved. It has to turn up eventually, I can't wait to find out where the thing is. I am not sure I am going to be able to sleep soundly until the bottle turns up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-7957734733852944276?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7957734733852944276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=7957734733852944276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7957734733852944276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7957734733852944276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/05/curious-case-of-disappearing-milk.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-6727752123304636059</id><published>2009-05-30T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:58:56.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I am still around&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have not had the chance to write. It's hard to find the time to write something worth reading. Personally I am good. I am glad I could pass Digital Comm. That class was very tough. However, I liked it. I feel more drawn towards mathematics. I just have to accept the fact that there is so much to learn. Of all the skills that can be learned in my profession, I believe that math is the more valuable, it's something that will never go out of date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd rather not write at all than to publish a bunch of non-coherent rant, so I am cutting it short for now. Maybe I'll get a chance to write later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-6727752123304636059?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6727752123304636059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=6727752123304636059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6727752123304636059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6727752123304636059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-still-around-i-just-have-not-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5709287863122898882</id><published>2009-03-29T18:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:58:34.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Stress can take the joy away from anything&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly enjoy figuring out how things work. That's why I am in grad school, I find all of mathematics fascinating, elegant and beautiful...(just like my wife). However, It has been difficult for me, I keep taking these test where the problems that are given to me take me by surprise. There's nothing more discouraging that sitting in a test with a question you have no idea how to answer, not even how to begin to approach the problem. Somehow, that hasn't stopped me from trying. In this grueling process, I have learned a thing or two here and there. Here's what I'd like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;You don't know crap until you've done it&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's true, Anyone can read and memorize technical jargon until they are blue in the face, but to really know something, you have to put it in practice. You can't become a good runner without running. You can learn all you want about painting, but nobody can call themselves a painter until you actually paint something. Same thing with engineering, you have to put things together, try things out, make it work, and then the theory solidifies in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Grades don't really mean crap&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's funny that I say that now that I am no longer getting good grades, but it's true. Yeah, I used to get good grades in my undergrad, but I wasn't trying to get an A, I was really trying to get to know the subject. I knew people who would try to do just enough to get the grade, and not more, any "wasted" effort learning something that wasn't necessary to get a good grade on the class was in their eyes, an inefficiency, the whole point was to get the degree so they could check that box. I, in the other hand, became thrilled when I realized how much there is to know about computers. I had to work hard for the grades, but usually the more effort I put in a class, the easier it was to get an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I study, I memorize, I read, I try to comprehend, but there's so much material, and it's all so new, I feel I've met my limit, however, I am not defeated, I will keep going. I will not give up. I am trying new things, for example, (and this may sound obvious) but I am going to try to concentrate on solving problems, practice, practice, practice. Also, I am going to try this thing I heard somewhere, I am going to try to write all the theory concepts in my own words, that way it forces my brain to process it. It's tough to do with the abstract math, but it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go now, Gotta help pick up the house we have visitors coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5709287863122898882?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5709287863122898882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5709287863122898882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5709287863122898882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5709287863122898882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress-can-take-joy-away-from-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-9099466801812474772</id><published>2009-02-28T16:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:57:56.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Academic Battle&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/Sam6xwF5P4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nWXfsSf9N5c/s1600-h/January2009+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/Sam6xwF5P4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nWXfsSf9N5c/s320/January2009+112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307978999718821762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to learn a brand new professional skill for the past 12 months. It's called Digital Signal Processing. About this time last year I made the decision to focus my Master's Degree on Electrical Engineering as opposed to Computer Science. Ironically, that decision was based on the assumption that a degree in C.S. would be too much work (because of the programming assignments) and that DSP would be easier because it's math based, after all, how hard can the math be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friends, on retrospect I could welcome programming projects, I have been reviewing and learning math, math, math for the past 12 months. I think I am finally getting it, but only because of rote determination, by the sheer power of my fear of failure, I have been spending my evenings and weekends trying to know, and understand the material in the books pictured above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Calculus I am reviewing Integrals: Integration by parts, the number e and its properties, logarithms and logarithmic functions, Taylor Series, Fourier Series, Power Series, Trig identities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Signals and Systems I had to teach myself the Convolution Integral, something that I never saw my undergrad and something that was truly meant for computers to calculate, I don't know how on earth mathematicians knew these things before the age of electronics. Kudos to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Probability and Random processes I realized that I am a math chump, an inferior being who can't grasp the simple concepts of combinations and permutations, who has trouble setting up probability densities and distributions. Random variables,  Random functions, Random sequences and  Random processes nearly took my sanity away last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester looks more promising, since we use all the math in the foundation subjects to apply them and come up with working systems that transmit and receive information using electromagnetic fields, binary or M-ary signals. We learn about the signal to Noise ratio necessary to have a low probability of error. It's kind of rewarding to see how all the material comes together to make something do useful work. I never thought so much about something we take for granted on a daily basis. We expect cell phones to work, our laptops to get flawless wi-fi signals, our long distance phone calls to sound crisp and instantaneous. Behind all these things there were industrious engineers making things happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been studying. I take a break every now and then, but I can't think of much else, just the family, the job, and the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I took this break though, after this a little more work and then put the kids to bed, and watch a movie with my lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good to each other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-9099466801812474772?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/9099466801812474772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=9099466801812474772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/9099466801812474772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/9099466801812474772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/02/academic-battle-i-have-been-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/Sam6xwF5P4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nWXfsSf9N5c/s72-c/January2009+112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-1121720844335856353</id><published>2009-02-16T07:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:57:18.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venezuela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;SHIT&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7891856.stm"&gt;Venezuela is going to be the next Cuba&lt;/a&gt;. It's really upsetting. Well, they chose that path, let's see where it leads them. Oh well. I am glad our family is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-1121720844335856353?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1121720844335856353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=1121720844335856353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1121720844335856353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1121720844335856353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/02/shit-venezuela-is-going-to-be-next-cuba.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-129511680425996071</id><published>2009-02-08T22:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:56:38.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Busy Week&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was non-stop craziness. Hopefully things will get back to a slower pace now. School is finally picking up, Work has been ramped up for a while now. I've also made new commitments that I feel are important. So as a result, now new post this week. No worries, I'll be back soon. I always come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-129511680425996071?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/129511680425996071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=129511680425996071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/129511680425996071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/129511680425996071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-week-last-week-was-non-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5718027168003382142</id><published>2009-02-01T16:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:55:14.331-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;25 Random Things about me&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hit by the meme in facebook, and, I don't know, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought I'd reproduce it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deep down, I am just a curious person. I love to learn things just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am the definition of a nerd, dork, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was a kid, I was very shy.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love books, baseball and science.&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to think I was good a Math until I got to Calculus.&lt;br /&gt;6. Computers fascinate me. &lt;br /&gt;7. I have an awesome family&lt;br /&gt;8. I never thought I could love my kids as much as I do. &lt;br /&gt;9. I still feel like a kid. &lt;br /&gt;10. I love Spanish food.&lt;br /&gt;11. I must have spent 20% of my childhood riding a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;12. At the age of 12, I started reading Stephen King novels.&lt;br /&gt;13. I was born and raised in Venezuela, lived there until I was 13.&lt;br /&gt;14. I learned English by watching T.V.&lt;br /&gt;15. My middle name is Ali.&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't like Sea Food.&lt;br /&gt;17. I love Italian food. Specially lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;18. I put my foot in my mouth a lot.&lt;br /&gt;19. I still drive my first car, and after ten years, can't find a reason to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;20. Thanks to the Marines, I have been to more countries than states.&lt;br /&gt;21. I have been to 14 states.&lt;br /&gt;22. I love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;23. I honestly and silently admire my son's courage (At 3, he has more balls than most adults I know)&lt;br /&gt;24. I love math, but math doesn't love me back.&lt;br /&gt;25. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a baseball player and a Pastor/Missionary in the off season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5718027168003382142?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5718027168003382142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5718027168003382142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5718027168003382142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5718027168003382142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me-i-got-hit-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3501619119376893050</id><published>2009-01-31T17:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:03:55.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programming'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Gustavo Duarte's Blog&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://duartes.org/gustavo/blog/"&gt;Software, Computer and Business.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new favorite. Where I can find good engineering articles and technical essays written in an easy-to-digest way. The articles are like &lt;a href="http://www.codinghorror.com/blog/"&gt;Coding Horror&lt;/a&gt;'s, but with more meat in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lured in with "&lt;a href="http://duartes.org/gustavo/blog/post/anatomy-of-a-program-in-memory"&gt;Anatomy of a Program in Memory&lt;/a&gt;" a detailed description of stack, heap, and bss space in memory, something that I had to learn the hard way, (finding and fixing mysterious bugs) it was finally laid out and explained away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article that got me hooked to the blog was "&lt;a href="http://duartes.org/gustavo/blog/post/lucky-to-be-a-programmer"&gt;Lucky to be a Programmer&lt;/a&gt;" which is something I can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about who this Gustavo dude is, what exactly it is that he does, the only thing it says in his profile is that he works in Colorado. Secret Government Agent? Nah, probably AMD, or Intel. There's too few software engineers that are that familiar with hardware. My guess it's that he's a processor designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3501619119376893050?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3501619119376893050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3501619119376893050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3501619119376893050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3501619119376893050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/gustavo-duartes-blog-software-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-1240181121988158876</id><published>2009-01-28T22:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:01:49.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami Heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Miami Heat Game&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low Bowl Seats at the AA arena: $66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking: $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton Candy for Anthony: $5.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending quality time with my son: priceless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning on taking Anthony to the game since I thought he was too young to enjoy it. But he behaved surprisingly well. Plus we enjoyed watching the Heat explode in the third quarter, I think Wade made the best play of the year tonight. I have no words to express the sweetness of the slam dunk he pulled. When I find the youtube video I'll post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times, Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****EDIT*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video, you could see me high-fiving Wade right after...well, not really, but still, it was awesome, the fans went wild right after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHYlze6emwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHYlze6emwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-1240181121988158876?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1240181121988158876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=1240181121988158876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1240181121988158876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1240181121988158876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/miami-heat-game-low-bowl-seats-at-aa.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2379178349349158802</id><published>2009-01-25T11:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:05:40.219-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artificial intelligence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Something deep to think about&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/KevinKelly_2007P-embed-PARTNER_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/KevinKelly-2007P.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=319"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/KevinKelly_2007P-embed-PARTNER_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/KevinKelly-2007P.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/speakers/kevin_kelly.html"&gt;Kevin Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, executive editor from &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/"&gt;wired &lt;/a&gt;magazine gave an interesting talk on &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt;. It's titled "&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/319"&gt;Predicting the next 5000 days of the web&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentions that the web as we know, it's only 5000 days old. It started by linking computers (in the old days), then it evolved to liking pages, but what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spoil it, but it has to do with A.I. and consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help to think that Isaac's Asimov's &lt;a href="http://www.multivax.com/last_question.html"&gt;fantasy&lt;/a&gt;, is going to become true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2379178349349158802?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2379178349349158802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2379178349349158802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2379178349349158802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2379178349349158802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-deep-to-think-about-kevin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-6294925678633297095</id><published>2009-01-24T14:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:06:47.864-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Cool Visualization&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered how the zip code system worked. So &lt;a href="http://benfry.com/zipdecode/"&gt;did this guy&lt;/a&gt;, and thanks to him, it's easy, simple and beautiful. Good job dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was done using &lt;a href="http://processing.org/"&gt;Processing&lt;/a&gt;, a programming language used to visualize data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love'em interwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-6294925678633297095?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6294925678633297095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=6294925678633297095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6294925678633297095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6294925678633297095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/cool-visualization-ive-always-wondered.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5522599131600860606</id><published>2009-01-24T11:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:07:46.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iraq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veteran stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Thank you.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://communityofveterans.org/"&gt;Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just at the lobby of the office building where I work, where I saw this ad playing in the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VcvmoGjGNc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VcvmoGjGNc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was touching, because for some reason, that's exactly how it feels when you are back from a long deployment. I felt so alone even though I was surrounded by people who love me and care about me. When I saw what was happening I decided not to let the war define who I am. I made myself a promise, that I would move on to the next stage of my life. But I was lucky because I have an awesome support system, and I had some goals set in stone that helped me keep my mind off the past. It also helps that I blogged about those experiences here in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are times when you need more than that. I am thankful to the Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America for having &lt;a href="http://communityofveterans.org/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;. I sincerely thank you because I know there are some out there that can use your help. Veterans sometimes come with invisible injuries that must be treated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5522599131600860606?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5522599131600860606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5522599131600860606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5522599131600860606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5522599131600860606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2091088568687083561</id><published>2009-01-24T07:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:08:47.569-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Busy Weekend&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moving furniture for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. Working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;3. Studying Maximum Likelihood Decision Rules and Maximum A Priory Detection Probability for my Dig. Comm. Class. (Joy!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Spending quality time with the Monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one will not be a chore at all. The kids are at that age when they are actually fun to be around. They are not as helpless as babies, but they still have uncomplicated behavior. (unlike older kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's really easy to have a good time, just go to a park and let them run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for now. Be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2091088568687083561?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2091088568687083561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2091088568687083561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2091088568687083561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2091088568687083561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-weekend-this-weekend-i-will-be-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-193533256246334024</id><published>2009-01-22T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:09:00.201-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veteran stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Military Justice&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.military.com/news/article/marine-corps-news/marine-jailed-for-sex-with-widow.html?ESRC=marine-a.nl"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; in the news today. The headline reads "Marine Jailed for Sex with Widow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a short, very sad story. Recruiter gets a kids fresh out of high school in the Marines, kid goes to Iraq. Kid dies. Recruiter sleeps with the kid's wife. Pretty screwed up right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get technical about it, the kid was already dead. And there was no adultery. In a civil court, (if adultery were to be a crime, which I don't think it is) the case would have been thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the military. There's a widely practiced thing called "making an example out of you". I looked up&lt;a href="http://usmilitary.about.com/od/punitivearticles/a/mcm1342.htm"&gt; Article 134 &lt;/a&gt;of the UCMJ (Uniform Code of Military Justice) and the definition of Adultery is vague enough to include the behavior of our Casanova recruiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Conduct prejudicial to good order and discipline or of a nature to bring discredit upon the armed forces. To constitute an offense under the UCMJ, the adulterous conduct must either be directly prejudicial to good order and discipline or service discrediting.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what happens if you mess around. The story doesn't say how this came about, did the widow complain afterwards? I wonder how does she feel right now? Was the Marine Corps too harsh on the recruiter? Should the widow share some of the blame? Does all of this even  matter since the kid is not even alive anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sad. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-193533256246334024?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/193533256246334024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=193533256246334024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/193533256246334024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/193533256246334024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/military-justice-i-saw-this-article-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5444162184953439679</id><published>2009-01-20T18:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:09:28.120-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Trivial fact about my self&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you could have a song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spent all 13 weeks of Marine Corps Boot Camp with the song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7RVp3DvX1o"&gt;Swallowed&lt;/a&gt; by BUSH stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the whole second half of my tour in Iraq, I was singing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaPIrbmEj5E"&gt;Bonito&lt;/a&gt;, by Jarabe de Palo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5444162184953439679?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5444162184953439679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5444162184953439679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5444162184953439679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5444162184953439679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/trivial-fact-about-my-self-you-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5871347295703668536</id><published>2009-01-20T18:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:09:43.526-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; It is &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; good to be a Gator&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to calm down, I know. I am really upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for a private, student loan last September, not a Grant, not a subsidized loan, it was a private loan. It was between me and my lender. They told me they had everything they needed from me, that they were waiting for my University "to confirm my status".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My employer reimburses me, but I have pay tuition first. UF got my application months ago, but did not bother to inform me that they were not planning on approving the loan until I finally got to speak to someone today. Today, after tuition was due last week, two weeks before I get dis-enrolled for not being able to pay tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not like I was cavalier about it. I called the financial aid office numerous times, asking what was going on with my money, NOT ONE PERSON COULD TELL ME what was going on until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for denying my loan? Bad Credit? Nope. Information missing? NOPE, They are a bunch of retards? no, I don't think so, even though it's debatable.&lt;br /&gt;It's because I am only taking 3 credits, so I am not a full time student, so therefore, I must not need the money. Thanks for telling me in advance, UF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/*******EDIT***********/&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the therapeutic powers of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5871347295703668536?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5871347295703668536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5871347295703668536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5871347295703668536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5871347295703668536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-not-good-to-be-gator-ok-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3130218624323047475</id><published>2009-01-19T13:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:10:01.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SXTayRYPQpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U9BOODMlxcw/s1600-h/ObamaPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SXTayRYPQpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U9BOODMlxcw/s320/ObamaPoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293096019260555922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3130218624323047475?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3130218624323047475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3130218624323047475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3130218624323047475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3130218624323047475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SXTayRYPQpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U9BOODMlxcw/s72-c/ObamaPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-8162019342540743418</id><published>2009-01-19T11:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:10:40.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;So much free time, don't know what to do&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an extra free day today and I don't know what would be the best way to spend it. I've got good quality time with my family, I am covered when it comes to school (but I could always be doing doing SOMETHING with school) there are many side project that I'd like to partake. And of course, I could write a deep, meaningful blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just going to relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-8162019342540743418?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8162019342540743418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=8162019342540743418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8162019342540743418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8162019342540743418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-free-time-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2264297463582707826</id><published>2009-01-18T14:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:10:25.019-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Good Bye President Bush&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/123054/2207789/2208001/2208774/000622_GwBush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/123054/2207789/2208001/2208774/000622_GwBush.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to see him go. Well, not really. A lot of my friends think I hate him. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Being president is a tough job, It is something I wouldn't want to do. It's too much stress to have so much power and be under scrutiny all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-9iNUEK5xs"&gt;things &lt;/a&gt;that he did wrong. But he also did some good &lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/editorial/outlook/6216708.html"&gt;things &lt;/a&gt;in Africa, I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the economist did a good job of &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/world/unitedstates/displaystory.cfm?story_id=12931660&amp;amp;source=most_recommended"&gt;analyzing &lt;/a&gt;the Bush years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with me, is that when he said there were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, I believed him, when he said that we were going to find Osama Bin Laden, I thought that would be our top priority.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When I was sent to Iraq, I thought we had a plan. I had a hard time in Iraq because I thought we were doing the Iraqi people a service by getting rid of a terrible dictator. But when I see that we are not welcome there, I have a hard time thinking that we are the good guys in that story. Of course I know things are more complicated than that., I understand. Bottomline I was lied to. I went to war for the wrong reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I hope Iraq turns itself around, with or without our help. Bush seems to think that in long run he will be recognized as the president that did the right thing. We will see about that. I don't blame him for the economy, or the gas prices, but I can't forgive how his leadership tarnished the image of American servicemen. Once that happened, I became more and more critical of his rhetoric and I stopped supporting him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; There are so many things that can be said about him, but I will let the historians and the press do that. I try to be objective when forming my opinions, I don't think he's a bad person or that he's as dumb as he sounds. I wonder about his character, but that's not for me to judge. I hope the Republican Party changes direction, the neoconservatives have self-destructed. A little advice: Palin is not the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what really matters is that things will change now with this new president. Right?....Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2264297463582707826?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2264297463582707826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2264297463582707826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2264297463582707826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2264297463582707826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bye-president-bush-i-am-sad-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5110635519996686742</id><published>2009-01-17T11:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:11:03.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middle East'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;An unanswered important question&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Middle East is in turmoil. Surprise! Who would have thought! I have a hard time deciding who I dislike the most. A terrorist organization that kills innocent civilians, or Hamas. I really can't side with an organization that has no respect for human lives. I understand the reality and the complexity of the situation, I just can't sympathize with any side. I am really divided over this. Deep down, I think Hamas is wrong, but Israel can't win my affection for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while I was trying to argue this issue with a friend, an important question came up. How should a Country deal with terrorism? What is a State supposed to do when a non-government group decides to launch un-conventional warfare on its citizens? Peru dealt with &lt;i&gt;Sendero Luminoso&lt;/i&gt; by crushing them like cockroaches, they caught his leader, and displayed him in a cage like an animal. But that brings other issues, I can't get to deep into it right now, but my point is that I don't think the means justifies the end. But I can't think of a way to solve this. What would be the best remedy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5110635519996686742?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5110635519996686742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5110635519996686742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5110635519996686742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5110635519996686742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/unanswered-important-question-so-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-7379140447149376816</id><published>2009-01-14T21:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:11:17.154-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programming'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;CWE/SANS Top 23 Most Dangerous Programming Mistakes&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hanselman.com/blog/content/binary/codinghorror_xsmall_notext.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 88px;" src="http://www.hanselman.com/blog/content/binary/codinghorror_xsmall_notext.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.codinghorror.com/blog/archives/001210.html"&gt;CodingHorror &lt;/a&gt; For posting it at his site. &lt;a href="http://cwe.mitre.org/top25/pdf/2009_cwe_sans_top_25.pdf"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;list deserves the attention of all software developers. The errors are very common indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-7379140447149376816?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7379140447149376816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=7379140447149376816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7379140447149376816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7379140447149376816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/cwesans-top-23-most-dangerous.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-384726665914968257</id><published>2009-01-12T23:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:11:45.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Bad ass Mathematician from back in the day&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsu.edu/math/gardner/4217/cauchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.etsu.edu/math/gardner/4217/cauchy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Augustin-Luis Cauchy(1789-1857)&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to learn how the great minds of the past came up with the ideas that are still relevant today. Among these is Augustin Cauchy, who gave rigor to Calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world was Calculus invented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mathdl.maa.org/images/upload_library/22/Ford/Grabiner185-194.pdf"&gt;Who gave You the Epsilon? Cauchy and the Origins of Rigorous Calculus&lt;/a&gt; (pdf) by Judith V. Grabiner gives a good answer to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-384726665914968257?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/384726665914968257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=384726665914968257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/384726665914968257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/384726665914968257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-ass-mathematician-from-back-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5055449513308627739</id><published>2009-01-11T18:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:16:45.290-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;This is what I am reading&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hot-Flat-Crowded-Revolution-America/dp/0374166854/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1231899063&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Thomas L. Friedman: Hot, Flat, and Crowded&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51BXht2rkUL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51BXht2rkUL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fan of Tom Friedman since I had to read from Jerusalem to Beirut. I like the way he explains complex situations in everyday words. I am halfway trough and it's very insightful. In summary, Global Warming, Globalization and Overpopulation are issues that need to get addressed. Now. It urges Americans to take the lead in developing and adopting innovative ways of producing clean energy. I hope the upcoming administration has someone in their payroll who read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Socrates-Cafe-Fresh-Taste-Philosophy/dp/039332298X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1231898999&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;ocrates Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/414V40ZP51L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/414V40ZP51L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this book for a while. In fact, I bought it right before deploying to Iraq, and didn't like it then, but I started to read it again, and it's growing on me. It's about this guy who goes around and sets up these meetings or "socrates cafe's" in order to get regular people engaged in philosophical discourse. I am taking my time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/First-Things-Stephen-R-Covey/dp/0684802031/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1231898949&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;First things First&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51FPX0MAB5L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51FPX0MAB5L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for personal growth. It's about how to prioritize things and get things done according to importance. It's very good. It has made me look at myself and all the roles I play in my life. However, I feel stressed every time I read a chapter. Because there are so many things that are important to me, I don't have time to do all of them. One thing though, I am making an effort to stay healthy, because I can't afford to procrastinate with that one. So I am making the effort to not over eat, to work out at least 3 times a week, and to take care of my overall health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Digital-Communications-John-Proakis/dp/0072321113/ref=pd_bbs_sr_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1231898876&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Digital Communications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41l9vQDFukL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41l9vQDFukL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for school. It's for a class with the same name. Very interesting stuff. It deals with the very bottom of all the communication layers. The physical channel. This deals with the problem of sending and receiving information reliably. When you talk on the phone, send an email, watch a video on youtube. Information is traveling through many channels and making it to your device in a way that appears seamless. In reality, that information travels through wires and in the air as electrical signals. All of this is realized with information translated to binary form. It's all zero's and ones. This course deals with channel coding. Meaning how information gets across the physical layer (trough free air, copper lines, water, bouncing off walls, going through your flesh, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; and more...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually takes 4 or 5 lectures until I lose the prof, but I this time I broke the record, by the second lecture I was lost. The truth is, I suck at math. Well, not really, I love math, but math does not love me. Like any love story, my relationship with math is filled with joyous moments and painful heartbreaking. I used to think I was doing good, then calculus came along and ruined forever. Last night though I started reviewing all the math I took at my undergrad, well, not all, but most, I took out my calculus, differential equations, Linear Systems, and Probability for Signal processing, I meant to do a quick glance at all the chapters so I can refresh all that information, and to get in the math mindset, I fulfilled the latter but not the former. I got stuck in CH1 of Calculus, looking at limits, I remembered, I don't think I ever really got what calculus is about, even after 3 semesters, I was so worried about passing the class, I didn't stop to think about it. Last night I started &lt;b&gt;reading&lt;/b&gt; each paragraph and each formula, graph and explanation carefully, and then suddenly I was struck by how beautiful and elegant and mathematical proof is. Reminded me of a &lt;a href="http://www.math.ualberta.ca/~mss/misc/A%20Mathematician's%20Apology.pdf"&gt;mathematician's apology&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5055449513308627739?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5055449513308627739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5055449513308627739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5055449513308627739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5055449513308627739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-what-i-am-reading-thomas-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-1116513451952257637</id><published>2009-01-11T11:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:17:02.935-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Best.Customer Review. Ever.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a hard time opening those hard ass plastic packages? &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/review/RUSJ6KX7SBC11?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ref_=cm_cr_rdp_perm"&gt;This guy did too&lt;/a&gt;, and lived to write about it in Amazon.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-1116513451952257637?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1116513451952257637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=1116513451952257637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1116513451952257637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1116513451952257637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/best.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-8794399354786742961</id><published>2009-01-08T22:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:59:49.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;GO FLORIDA!!!!!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gatorzone.com/football/images/sun66/1231492230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.gatorzone.com/football/images/sun66/1231492230.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be a Gator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-8794399354786742961?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8794399354786742961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=8794399354786742961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8794399354786742961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8794399354786742961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-florida-its-good-to-be-gator.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2857525135378314530</id><published>2009-01-05T19:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:23:30.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Back to the daily grind&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be back after a vacation with the fam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing some thinking, and some reading as well. I am refining my goals and trying to sort out what's important to me. And I have some goals, I really don't want to say that these are "resolutions" because to me resolutions are always meant to be broken. I have done some thinking, and I want to prioritize some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My Priorities&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone lies in their deathbed and wishes they spent more time in the office, so I plan to make more time for the people that matter to me the most. I want to spend more time with my kids, I want to watch them grow into good people. I would like to work on my personal relationships on not lose sight of that. It's very easy to do. In the name of providing for a family to forget why we are doing this in the first place. That's all I am going to write about that here. I don't like to make all of that public. All ya'll need to know is that I love my family more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Be a leader in my profession&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides doing, you know, my job, I want to become a leader in my field, this is a tall order since Computer Engineering is filled with brilliant minds. But I want to contribute to the collective knowledge of the software community. I need to find a cause, a problem to solve, a new invention, or some way to make a contribution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be hard because just doing my day-to-day job is consuming. Writing quality software takes a lot of work. But &lt;b&gt; I do not want to be another mediocre engineer&lt;/b&gt; The good is the enemy of the best, and I would hate to be an average worker, I'd rather not do anything than to do an average job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Being Creative&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ties in to the last goal, the thing is, I am the type of person who likes to take stuff in, I like to read, to analyze, to criticize, to understand, but I don't usually create things. I don't invent things, well, not usually, at work I get told what the end goal is and I make it happen in the code. But being creative involves visualizing the thing you want to create and then realizing it. I don't usually do that and I want to. This blog is one of the first things that really stem from my creativity, and I don't want to give up on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to write down the thoughts that come to my head, but I can think faster than I can type, so by the time I write it down, I always end up deleting it, because I hesitate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'd like to start with some short essays and eventually work my way up to a book. The thing is, I just don't know what the book will be about if I don't have anything that will inspire me to write. Probably technical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Work for a good cause&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am sounding really vague up to know, I want to invent something but I don't know what, I want to write a book and I don't know what I will be about, and I want to help a good cause, I just have not chosen one yet, but there are many good ways to give back to the community, I want to pick something that will make a difference in people's lives, I want to do something to help low-income students become interested in science and math, but there are so many other good things out there, like solving world hunger, genocide, diseases, I guess is better to think globally and act locally. Therefore, it will be something to help out people in the South Florida Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Take better care of my health&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've put on a few pounds since I got out of the reserves, and it's not too bad yet, but when I have my aunt in Venezuela urging me to lose weight I know it's time to do something. So I want to lose 20 lbs by my 30th Birthday, seriously, I am tired of being overweight, I just feel all nasty and I think about how I could get sick with heart disease and I just don't want to check out early, if you know what I mean. Therefore, I am going to work out at least 3 times a week. This one will be hard to do as I already have some many things to do. So many roles I have to fill. Husband, Father, Home Manager, Grad Student, Engineer, Creator, Blogger, friend, community member, etc. etc. But it would be stupid for me, not to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are my resolutions for 2009 however, these are things I want to keep doing for the rest of my life. It will take some effort, but I can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2857525135378314530?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2857525135378314530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2857525135378314530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2857525135378314530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2857525135378314530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-daily-grind-its-nice-to-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5431810130152564546</id><published>2008-12-28T20:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:36:46.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Vacation, day 7&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the type of person who likes museums and monuments, then Washington D.C. is the place for you. I think they must have 10% of the world's marble here. There's so much to see here I don't think it's even possible to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we visited Arlington National Cemetery. The place is huge. It's sobering to see all those tombs, although not every person that's buried there was a serviceman that died in battle, there's a lot of Generals, military spouses and their children. I wonder what are the guidelines to be buried there. I saw quite a few low-ranking people who died of old age and were buried there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changing of the guard was interesting. I don't know but, military shows don't really impress me that much anymore. I just didn't feel that impressed. I still feel respect for those buried there, but I could not wait to go somewhere else. I also wanted to see where the Iraqi veterans were being buried, but since I don't know anyone that's buried there, I felt it was none of my business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place in D.C. that moved to tears (yeah, I cried) was the &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/"&gt;Holocaust Memorial.&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't believe what human beings are capable of. It's something worth seeing, we need to be conscious about these things. They do a good job of showing you and making you think about the horrors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very ironic that walking out of the museum I saw the front page of today's Washington Post, and &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/12/28/AR2008122800115.html?hpid=topnews"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; was there. What a crazy sad world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have hope though, we will be better than this in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better get back to my "vacation", Don't get me wrong, it's very nice, there are some things that I have to get used to. I'm my daily life we put the kids to bed at around 8:00 PM and then Martha and I have the house to ourselves to take care of household chores, watch some T.V. and/or study. Now we're all crammed in one single hotel room, and we don't get a break from the kids. They won't go to sleep until all the lights are off and the T.V.s and everything is turned off, so we have to watch them. They are still too young to be left unsupervised, leave them alone for two minutes and you can have the freaking building on fire or something. (yes, they are that hyper) anyway. I must go now. More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5431810130152564546?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5431810130152564546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5431810130152564546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5431810130152564546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5431810130152564546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacation-day-7-if-you-are-type-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-7603165415240358229</id><published>2008-12-26T19:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:53:16.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; The Soul of a new Machine&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51HE0AG1V8L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51HE0AG1V8L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas gift this year is a book about Computer Chip Engineers back in the day. (Late 70's) This book describes the struggle a team from Data General goes trhough to get a project "out the door". It is probably the best documented Computer Project of its day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is funny to see that even though the field is constantly changing with new technologies, companies come and go, other things remain unchanged. Pardon the cliche, but I am having a good time seeing my profession through the eyes of a journalist. Even though it's not a technical book, it describes a lot of detail of the computer Engineering profession in layman's terms. Great Holiday read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Bad ass book I look forward to reading&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41CmtvdiUiL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41CmtvdiUiL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of books out there about the War on Terrorism (Iraq, Afghanistan, etc) But I don't think there's anything as well written as this. So far I've heard good things about it, so when I saw it at a bookstore, I stared reading the first couple of chapters, it starts with a pretty vivid description of the Marines in battle in Fallujah 2004. The narrative takes you there. It's amazing. I won't write anymore until I get it and read it. But if you have read it, let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-7603165415240358229?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7603165415240358229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=7603165415240358229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7603165415240358229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7603165415240358229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/soul-of-new-machine-my-christmas-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-8923001249187069382</id><published>2008-12-25T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:31:16.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SVRP_vYRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7aa8QBWoQb0/s1600-h/ROAD+TRIP+08+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SVRP_vYRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7aa8QBWoQb0/s320/ROAD+TRIP+08+129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283936219281041298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Trip Up North&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove today, we drove and drove until we got snow. I was going to write a long post about how awesome it was. But after uploading the pictures to facebook I am too tired to write. Just enjoy a sample pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-8923001249187069382?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8923001249187069382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=8923001249187069382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8923001249187069382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8923001249187069382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-up-north-we-drove-today-we-drove.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SVRP_vYRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7aa8QBWoQb0/s72-c/ROAD+TRIP+08+129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2381921890542093926</id><published>2008-12-24T22:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:33:24.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Smithsonian rocks!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SVRQWaIhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/15a1IOIlmiY/s1600-h/ROAD+TRIP+08+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SVRQWaIhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/15a1IOIlmiY/s320/ROAD+TRIP+08+094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283936608714844082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, did I love it! Today I went to the Museum of Natural History and the Aviation and Aerospace Museum and it was great! I felt like a kid again. If I would have come here when I was 13, my head would have probably exploded of hyper-excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Dreaming of a White Christmas&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is looking like a combination of Miracle on 34th Street and the movie Twister, we have searched the weather channel and found that some little town in Pennsylvania is expecting snow in the morning. We are going to drive out there. We will get on the car, listen to the weather, and find the snow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, we are crazy. It's all for the children. ;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am pretty tired, I am being lazy and I didn't put up the pictures we took. Just imagine D.C. in its winterly glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2381921890542093926?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2381921890542093926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2381921890542093926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2381921890542093926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2381921890542093926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/smithsonian-rocks-man-did-i-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SVRQWaIhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/15a1IOIlmiY/s72-c/ROAD+TRIP+08+094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-8763404569227394162</id><published>2008-12-24T06:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:10:58.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Day One: Smithsonian Museum&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to the &lt;a href="http://www.mnh.si.edu/"&gt;Smithsonian Museum of Natural History.&lt;/a&gt; I've heard lots of good things about the place. I hope the kids like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining today, it's not as cold as yesterday, but I don't think I want to be outside taking pictures. It's seven in the morning and the sun is not even out yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-8763404569227394162?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8763404569227394162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=8763404569227394162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8763404569227394162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8763404569227394162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-one-smithsonian-museum-today-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-651054012835455968</id><published>2008-12-23T12:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:30:49.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Arrival at Washington D.C.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it. Got here 30 minutes ago. The last 20 miles was bumper to bumper traffic. What's up with that? Aren't all the government workers home for the holidays? Anyway, life is good, we're hungry, tired, excited, happy and grumpy at the same time. The kids are doing ok as well. They've discovered the joys of riding an elevator, and riding in that thing they have in hotels to put your luggage. They take pleasure in the little things. There's nothing wrong with being a kid when it comes to that. It takes so much to please an adult, you know? Like a whole elaborate trip to the nation's capital ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are liking the weather, it's out of the ordinary. Well, I got to go and get situated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-651054012835455968?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/651054012835455968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=651054012835455968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/651054012835455968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/651054012835455968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/arrival-at-washington-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3019532369815002198</id><published>2008-12-23T06:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:55:28.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;YES!!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out I passed my Noise in Linear System class. I got a B. I was shooting for an A, but given how hard the exams were and how much I struggled with all the homework, I am pretty satisfied with the B. I am glad all that effort paid off. The vacation feels that much better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;About the vacation&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a hotel room in Wilson, North Carolina, the kids are still sleeping, and we're about to get ready to go. We have about four more hours of driving until we get to D.C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony just woke up. Scratch the part about the kids sleeping. The kids have been doing good this vacation. Gaby got a little fuzzy last night in her car seat, but I can't blame her, because after being in the car for 12 hours I was the same way, but I wasn't the one crying on top of lungs. Other than that, they have been remarkably well behaved. I hope I am not speaking too soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that it's cold as hell? Last night the car thermometer read 28 degrees F. We hope we get to see snow this trip. The kids really want to see it. Well, at least I know that Anthony does. I don't know what Gaby wants yet. She seemed just happy when she was eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to go get some breakfast in the lobby. Hope ya'll are doing good. I am heading towards the Nation's capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3019532369815002198?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3019532369815002198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3019532369815002198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3019532369815002198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3019532369815002198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-just-found-out-i-passed-my-noise-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-1280308625111842195</id><published>2008-12-22T21:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:50:40.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; We've escaped Florida &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how far I am from Virginia, all I know, is that it's colder than your usual Floridian evening. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-1280308625111842195?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1280308625111842195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=1280308625111842195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1280308625111842195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/1280308625111842195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/weve-escaped-florida-i-am-not-sure-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-9017929666637851836</id><published>2008-12-21T07:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:35:23.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;It's vacation time!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I am finally done with school for now. And we have two weeks for vacation. You'd think we would chill out, and relax for a while, but that's not how we do it in the Villalta's. Instead, We are going on a road trip to Washington D.C.!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask yourself, why? And the answer is: "just because".  We always wanted to go there, that's all. We want to see all the museums, the monuments, the marine barracks (ok, the last one was my idea), the library of congress, experience some cool weather, and get away from it all. We are going to take tons of pictures and it should be good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; School Blues &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my best to deal with the fact that I am not doing that well in school. What sucks the most is that I am doing the best I can, is not that I am procrastinating, or that I don't find the material interesting. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Au contraire&lt;/span&gt;, I studied my ass off, and yet, I think I failed my last class. I don't know for sure yet, but there's a high probability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurts, it stings, it burns, it sucks, I can't explain it. There's a part of me that likes a good challenge, but I know that I am losing, so I don't know whether to pull out, or keep trying. Maybe I am a bit over my head here, but I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the full story, I am by trade a Computer Engineer, which means that I am hybrid, half Electrical Engineering, half Computer Science, we're supposed to be EEs that can write code. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I got admitted to &lt;a href="http://www.ufl.edu/"&gt;UF&lt;/a&gt;. I was accepted to both the &lt;a href="http://www.cise.ufl.edu/"&gt;CISE&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.ece.ufl.edu/"&gt;ECE &lt;/a&gt;departments. I had to choose between a Computer Science and an Electrical Engineering Masters. I chose the latter. Even though I work as a Software Engineer, I want to get the background for Digital Signal Processing, because I work with Radio Technology. So I thought, that I'd be in good shape with a MS from the ECE department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Spring I began with an Operating System class from CISE. I thought it would be an easy A. But there were so many assignments, and the tests were tough, Martha complained to me that we were not spending any time together, and overall it was a humbling experience. I expected to do much better, but I ended up with a B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my next class, Foundations of Digital Signal Processing, was supposed to be better, I supposed that if there are no programming assignments, How hard could it be? Just to make sure, I called the advisors to ask if there were any prereqs, and they all said no. So, I dove in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was I wrong. The DSP class had some math that I didn't have, I tried in advance to study convolutions and transforms, but I was rusty on the complex plane, and I had no idea what they were talking about when they brought up stuff from Matrix Theory and Linear Algebra. In retrospect, those things would have been easy to learn, and I could have done much better if I tried to do more problems, but I concentrated in knowing the theory, which I think I have a good grasp. But I got a C+ in that class. Which means Motorola won't reimburse me. (credit card company: $$CA-CHING!)&lt;br /&gt;What makes things worse for me, is that for everyone else in that class, it was an easy course. I justified it by noting that I do have a full time job, and a full family to look after. But still, I wasn't happy about getting a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enter the fall, and with it, a course that's supposed to be hard, in the first line of the Syllabus, the prereq was "strong mathematical skill" the name of the course, "&lt;a href="http://www.wireless.ece.ufl.edu/~jshea/eel5544/"&gt;Noise in Linear Systems&lt;/a&gt;" a math intensive class that involved Probability, Statistic, Calculus, Matrices and Linear System Theory. I had taken two classes that covered Probability, but I just could not hang. I mean, I would come home from work, help out around the house, and then sit down to study everyday working day until 11:30 PM the earliest, sometimes I'd stay up until 2:30 AM. During the weekends, I would do at least half a day with my family, and the rest of the time I would be studying. The whole month of December was spent studying for the final. And yet, I think I have been defeated, I know I could get a C for all my effort, but I C doesn't cut it in Grad school, I need a B average to graduate, and I don't know if they are going to put me in some kind of probation or something. Not to mention the fact that I won't get reimbursed for the cost of tuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was in high school, I had never made some much effort towards a goal and failed like this. It's a humbling experience, I now know, that I am not as clever as I thought. That my math skills are lacking, and that I need to know when to cut my losses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, when I was in high school, I was in the baseball team, I was never that good, even after trying and trying, I realized that I would never be good enough to play in college. So I quit. After that, I've never quit anything I wanted to do again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I get another C or below after the next class I am taking, (Digital Communication) I am quiting, I might switch from ECE to CISE, but I just might quit altogether. I am tired of getting my ass kicked in these test. I am tired of spending all that time studying and not reaping the rewards. However, I am not sorry I took these classes. I loved the material I learned, I think I understand the material as good as anyone else. Maybe I am deluding myself on that one. But I do like the material, In fact, I think the mathematics behind Information Theory and Signal Processing, is nothing short of beautiful. It's amazing how it all works. I loved it when I had those "aha" moments, when things come together and they MAKE SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, failing it's too expensive. But in the other hand, I really don't want to leave school until I have a Master's degree. At the end I know that I will get a Master's degree. It's just that right now, I am down, I will come back strong after the break. I better get that A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Things to do Today&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of stuff we have to do today, because we have a big day tomorrow. Right now Martha is in bed, she's feeling a bit sick from yesterday's Christmas party. Gaby and Anthony are watching the movie Cars downstairs, and I finally got a minute or two to sit down and write down a sample of what goes through my head everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Blogging the trip&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make a promise I can't keep, but I think it would be a blast if I blog our trip. Hopefully, it will work out that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Folks that's all for now, I needed to get that rant off my chest, I feel better now. Take Care, be good to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-9017929666637851836?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/9017929666637851836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=9017929666637851836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/9017929666637851836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/9017929666637851836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-vacation-time-yes-i-am-finally-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5745643398577529550</id><published>2008-12-05T07:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:55:43.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Life&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the nihilist, existential thought of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTkp9UqVVHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTkp9UqVVHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5745643398577529550?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5745643398577529550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5745643398577529550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5745643398577529550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5745643398577529550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-now-for-nihilist-existential.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-3288211579985431165</id><published>2008-11-22T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:40:03.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Butterfly Effect&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how sometimes one small decision can have so much of an impact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has happened to me many times, one example would be how one day, this was long long time ago, I had just gotten out of marine corps active duty, and this was my first weekend back, I decided to go to church, the one my parents went to, I was late that morning, who knows why? but, when I walked in the church it was packed, and the usher found one seat for me, in a crowded pew, right next to a young lady...&lt;a href="http://www.mvillalta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt;, and the rest, my friends, is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-3288211579985431165?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3288211579985431165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=3288211579985431165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3288211579985431165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/3288211579985431165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/11/butterfly-effect-its-amazing-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2575040829549784986</id><published>2008-11-20T20:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:39:44.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; Bed Time &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with these kids, they used to go to sleep at 7:30 PM, now it's almost 9:30 and they are still running around, even after we bathed them, dressed them, fed them, read to them. I don't know where these kids get all that energy from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas? My cousin recommended &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Cry-Sleep-Solution-Toddlers-Preschoolers/dp/0071444912/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1227235132&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; to me. But pretty much all it says is that I should follow a routine, and we are doing just that, but the kids somehow fell out of that this week. I wonder what could have caused it. This week is no different than any other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2575040829549784986?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2575040829549784986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2575040829549784986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2575040829549784986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2575040829549784986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/11/bed-time-i-dont-know-whats-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-7425773742160418113</id><published>2008-11-19T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:06:30.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am thinking about starting a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say write what you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a thing here and there about computers and engineering, I'd like to write about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to to think and talk about politics and religion, but those things can get people in trouble. Plus, I really don't like to write about stuff I don't know much about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this blog alive because I really had good times writing in it. I stopped because I don't want to reveal too many things about my personal life. Plus, it's weird to always write about myself, and writing my thoughts on things I don't know much about is pretty pointless after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like self-reflection. But I rather keep it private. I don't like the whole world to know all the things that go through my head. Plus, the bloggersphere is already filled with such nonsensical, blog noise. I don't want to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that writing a technical blog is not the most exciting thing in the world to most people, but I like it, it's what I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still believe in the power or rational thought to make this world a better place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long. Good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-7425773742160418113?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7425773742160418113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=7425773742160418113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7425773742160418113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7425773742160418113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thinking-about-starting-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-8150952915860721543</id><published>2008-10-02T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:21:27.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, be wise about this election. Think before you vote, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-8150952915860721543?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8150952915860721543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=8150952915860721543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8150952915860721543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/8150952915860721543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-be-wise-about-this-election.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-7924799114018220421</id><published>2008-07-26T09:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:35:14.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class type = "post-title"&gt; Out to the movies &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we saw the Dark Night, I liked it, it had many Moral lessons thrown in, and I couldn't help to notice a lot of parallels between Gotham city and post-911 America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, last year after being kind of disappointed with disturbia, I swore off going to the Movies, too much hassle, too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other day we went to see Wall-e and we liked it. So now we are giving Hollywood another chance to win us over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger was excellent as the Joker, tremendous performance. What a waste he had to go so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I am tired as hell, we went to bed at 3:00 AM, that's because we watched the movie in freaking Kendall ! (we met up with friends down there, Kendall is in South Miami, about 40 miles from us) My mother in law watched the kids, but she was in northern Broward, so we ended up driving close to a hundred miles. What a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mission today, study, get homework done, study some more, and in between spend quality time with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-7924799114018220421?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7924799114018220421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=7924799114018220421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7924799114018220421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/7924799114018220421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-to-movies-last-night-we-saw-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-2271846073517032040</id><published>2008-07-25T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:18:54.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class = "post-title"&gt;Randy Pausch&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/08207/899511-100.stm"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; in the news that he has died today. Very sad, he was a good man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo"&gt;lecture &lt;/a&gt;at Carniege Mellon was very touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.v.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-2271846073517032040?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2271846073517032040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=2271846073517032040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2271846073517032040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/2271846073517032040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/07/randy-pausch-just-read-in-news-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5752354803204650044</id><published>2008-07-21T08:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:10:16.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class = "post-title"&gt; Multitasking&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mission:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Monitor my email inbox at work, Make sure the kids stay alive, review for my exam, prepare lunch before 12:30 when Martha comes back from School. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how Martha does it, but today I am staying with the kids, while trying to get ready for a test, and keep my job! Let's see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good, people at work don't come in until later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:26 - Martha just left to go to class, Anthony tried to run to the door but the floor was wet and he slipped backwards and fell on his back, he's fine, just shocked, he still has not learned the whole slippery floor concept I guess. He goes back to watching T.V. I keep having connection issues with Motorola. VNC is very slow.&lt;br /&gt;I am reading about State-Determined Systems and it's all greek to me, both literally and figuratively speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:59 - Things got hairy at about 10:00 AM, upon checking my email I saw that I needed to merge files (not fun) merging files is tedious work, basically when two programmers make changes to the same file, you now have three versions of the same thing. To Merge is to reconcile the differences with a version that contains all the changes. In a C files this would be trivial, the issue is, we use a Tool called Rational Rose, this tool stores everything in XML format, which is hard to read, if you make a mistake merging two XML files, well, may God have mercy on your soul, because it's hard to catch an error. Anyway, I was doing that when suddenly the kids started to cry, I don't know why Gaby was crying, but Anthony wanted to watch "Mickey" but the Disney Channel(s) were not showing anything that resembled Mickey Mouse, so I had to convince him that watching Discovery Kids is what he wants to do anyway, then he tried to catch my attention by un-plugging MY Mouse from the USB HUB, I had to asses the situation, fast. So then, I gave him his coloring book and started lunch, while mentally going over the steps to merge all the files correctly, at this point, UF is out of the picture, I'll have to study tonight when the kids are asleep. Things are under control now, I merged the file, (it was a one line change) Lunch is almost ready, and Anthony is delighted since I showed him how to draw his own hand by placing it in a piece of paper and tracing around his fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status report, all quiet on the home front, all suspicious activity contained, standing by for back up to arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5752354803204650044?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5752354803204650044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5752354803204650044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5752354803204650044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5752354803204650044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/07/multitasking-mission-monitor-my-email.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-6655693777303408684</id><published>2008-07-20T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:44:49.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last post is an excellent example of what happens when I don't get enough sleep...I ramble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, that is what I probably sound like in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-6655693777303408684?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6655693777303408684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=6655693777303408684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6655693777303408684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/6655693777303408684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-post-is-excellent-example-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14038129.post-5945130092829035683</id><published>2008-07-19T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:32:55.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Studying&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here, staring at my notes for an hour, I am too tired to keep studying. Yet, I am wide awake and can't go to sleep. Don't know what to do. So, by default I am here writing, blogging, if you will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way life is good, I stay busy, I get up, change diapers, get ready for work, commute, get to work, make coffee, read my email, work on whatever is going on at the office, (lately is fixing bugs in the code) and then get home, have dinner, put the kids to bed, and then study until I can't anymore. Somewhere in between I check my facebook account, and browse reddit.com to see what's new in the web. During lunch I socialize with a few friends from work, I call it the Lunch Mafia, we get together and discuss a wide range of subjects, everything from College Football to Theology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think about how much better I can make this blog, but there's always something going on with a higher priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can't do anything else. But apparently I am too tired to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about a month ago I found a facebook group for the school I used to go to back when I lived in Venezuela. Suddenly I started talking to people I have not seen in many years (16 years to be exact) I left Venezuela when I was 13 years old, and it's funny that some people remember, not all, but most, and talking to them again is great, I don't know, this sounds crazy, but it feels like things make sense, to be able to talk to people that belong in the past gives life a sort of continuity, you see, I've met a lot of people in these 29 years I've been around, but I have changed circles dramatically, my early friends were in a city in Venezuela called Puerto La Cruz, then I came here and when to high school in Lauderdale Lakes, where I met people that were different in every way, I made friend from Jamaica, Haiti and Florida, as well as people from all over Latin America, throughout high school I only knew a handful of other Venezuelans, so I felt very foreign. Then, when I joined the Marines I had my second culture shock, I was surrounded by, well, marines. Young men from all over the States, mostly from the South and Blue collar states like Ohio and Texas. These guys made me feel like a total outsider, I really learned a lot about people and about myself those days. I must say, that was something else, I am glad that I left home to see the world and to meet all these people from different backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to stop writing now, I am going to hit the "Publish Post" button and that's that. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14038129-5945130092829035683?l=joseavillalta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5945130092829035683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14038129&amp;postID=5945130092829035683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5945130092829035683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14038129/posts/default/5945130092829035683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseavillalta.blogspot.com/2008/07/studying-ive-been-sitting-here-staring.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471417659641301420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sD-BEnfMukY/SHwOCF0-bwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IBA11d2WII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
