<?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-32980936</id><updated>2012-02-03T11:24:47.305-03:00</updated><category term='matematica'/><category term='programacion'/><category term='math'/><category term='hanoi'/><title type='text'>Nada es lo que Parece</title><subtitle type='html'>[ un Blog ]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Seba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752439315311880762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCrxBT88-qI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQ2RQO7YUjs/S220/millennium.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980936.post-8790410489436064457</id><published>2008-05-24T23:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:40:35.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TICKETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tiempo que quería sacarle algunas fotos a las entradas de los mejores recitales a los que fui, y hoy finalmente lo hice. Vale aclarar que el recital de The Rasmus no aparece por ser parte de la lista de "los mejores",  sólo porque la entrada esta copada.&lt;br /&gt;Sin mas introduccion a un tema que no necesita de ella, aca van las fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SDjQrudf4DI/AAAAAAAAABg/M_VAxsBtZuk/s1600-h/Entradas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SDjQrudf4DI/AAAAAAAAABg/M_VAxsBtZuk/s400/Entradas+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204138819051315250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/32980936-8790410489436064457?l=nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/feeds/8790410489436064457/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32980936&amp;postID=8790410489436064457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/8790410489436064457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/8790410489436064457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/2008/05/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Seba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752439315311880762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCrxBT88-qI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQ2RQO7YUjs/S220/millennium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SDjQrudf4DI/AAAAAAAAABg/M_VAxsBtZuk/s72-c/Entradas+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980936.post-4281283884842439949</id><published>2008-05-11T23:23:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:59:46.395-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programacion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matematica'/><title type='text'>Monjes y el Fin del Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;TORRES DE HANOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La leyenda cuenta que dios al crear el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;có tres varilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s de diamantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; con 64 discos apilados en la primera. Estos estaban colocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;enzando por el de mayor diámetro y seguido por el inmedianto inferior. Estas 3 varillas e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ban &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ubicadas en un monasterio, en el cuál los monjes que lo ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bitaban tenían la encomiend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a divina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; traspasar estos 64 discos de la primera varilla a la tercera. El día en que esto sucediese, el mundo acabaría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero para realizar esta tarea había ciertas reglas a seguir: sólo se podía mover un disco por vez, y sólo se podóa colocar un disco sobre otro, siempre y cuando fuese de menor diámetro que el de a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCe1Sz88-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y4EOj6FxKPQ/s1600-h/Tower_of_Hanoi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 0pt 0px 0px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCe1Sz88-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y4EOj6FxKPQ/s400/Tower_of_Hanoi.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199323629610662546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La expresión matemática que nos muestra la menor cantidad de movimientos posibles para resolver el problema es: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2^n - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Considerando que n = 64, entonces la cantidad de movimientos es: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.446.744.073.709.551.615&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suponiendo que los monjes mueven un disco por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;minuto, entonces les llevaría &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.105.792.702.478.259,32&lt;/span&gt; años. Para redondear, sería aproximadamente &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dos mil cien billones de años. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Podemos suponer que mueven un disco por segundo para hacer mas rápido el proceso, pero igualmente les llevaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; quinientos ochenta y cinco mil millones de años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como sabemos la tierra tuvo su origen hace &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.570&lt;/span&gt; millones de años, por lo que todavía los monjes tienen trabajo para rato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esto no pretende ser una noticia innovadora (valga la redundancia de noticia), las torres de hanoi son un problema viejo y muy conocido, pero aproveché la ocasión para contarla nuevamente y realizar un aporte a los cientos de resoluciones que se han planteado al problema en diferentes lenguajes de programación. Qué aporte estarán pensando, el siguiente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta es la resolución del algoritmo que calcula los movimientos a realizar para resolver el problema en la menor cantidad de pasos posibles. Esta programado en Assembler IBM 370, dada la naturaleza de este lenguaje, esta es uan versión NO recursiva del problema. Aqui les va:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youshare.com/view.php?file=HANOI.txt"&gt;Hanoi IBM 370&lt;/a&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/32980936-4281283884842439949?l=nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/feeds/4281283884842439949/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32980936&amp;postID=4281283884842439949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/4281283884842439949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/4281283884842439949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/2008/05/math.html' title='Monjes y el Fin del Mundo'/><author><name>Seba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752439315311880762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCrxBT88-qI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQ2RQO7YUjs/S220/millennium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCe1Sz88-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y4EOj6FxKPQ/s72-c/Tower_of_Hanoi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980936.post-3031851036444030637</id><published>2008-05-04T11:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:59:34.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>anécdotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;DELIVERY 0-800-862-643732&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1º Caso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: "Pizzeria xxx buenas noches"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "Hola, para hacer un pedido a domicilio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: "Si, como no, que es lo que va a ordenar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "Quisiera una grande, mitad Desayuno Americano, mitad Longaniza"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(voces de fondo del telefono, preguntando por el gusto de pizza al cocinero: "Puede ser americana?"..okey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: "Perfecto, una grande mitad americana y mitad longaniza. Desea algo más?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "Mirá que te pedí DESAYUNO americano, no Americana"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: "Si, si, Americana...algo más?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "Si, dos empanadas. Carne y Humita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: "Listo, entonces una grande mitad Americana y Longaniza y dos empanadas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "Si, Mirá que es Desayuno Americano, porq Americana es otro gusto. Muchas gracias."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... 45 minutos despues llegó la pizza. Y para mi sorpresa era mitad longaniza y mitad Americana.&lt;br /&gt;Si, la pizzeria queda a 3 cuadras y demoraron 45 miuntos. Le repetí los gustos 3 veces e igualmente trajeron otra cosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2º Caso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hora: 12:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: "El xxx, buenos dias"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; "Hola, te quería hacer un pedido para la 1pm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: "Si, decime.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: "Un sandwich de milanesa completo por favor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: "Las milanesas van a estar listas a la una, asi que puedo mandártela a partir de la 1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: "Bueno, esta bien.. viene rápido igual no?, porque estoy a  3 cuadras nomás".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: "Si si, si el chico del delivery sale a la una llega rápido"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: "Perfecto, muchas gracias.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavia no había llegado y ya había pasado una hora . Decido llamar nuevamente para constatar que el pedido haya salido, y como de costumbre me informaron que ya estaba en camino (recuerden, solo 3 cuadras).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavía no había novedades de mi pedido, por lo que decidí irme a mi clase de inglés con el estómago vacío y pidiendo a gritos por algo de alimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suena el teléfono. "Sr.Sebastian vinieron a entregar el pedido". De más esta decir que no lo fui a recibir. 2 hs para enviar un sandwich a 3 cuadras,  va más allá de la lógica y razón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan difícil es la tarea del delivery? Tan alta es la compljidad de la toma de pedidos? Acaso de necesita una persona para atender el teléfono y otra para anotar? No están etiquetados los pedidos con el detalle de la orden y la dirección de entrega? No se revisan las bolsas de pedidos antes de partir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas estas preguntas irrelevantes parecen no ser tan asi al fin de cuentas. Y ordenar comida por teléfono termina siendo una odisea, en donde el ser humano hambriento detrás del teléfono,  que intenta explicar que es lo que desea ordenar, queda a la deriva, a la merced de estos entes incomprensibles encargados de la atención telefónica, librado al azar de sus interpretaciones y a su creatividad para procesar pedidos tan simples como: "una grande de Muzza"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980936-3031851036444030637?l=nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/feeds/3031851036444030637/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32980936&amp;postID=3031851036444030637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/3031851036444030637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/3031851036444030637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/2008/05/ancdotas.html' title='anécdotas'/><author><name>Seba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752439315311880762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCrxBT88-qI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQ2RQO7YUjs/S220/millennium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980936.post-4960040762978176223</id><published>2008-04-28T20:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:51:18.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>phrases</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Look Loop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SBZbJHWq9yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iKYBPK-sq5g/s1600-h/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0px 0px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SBZbJHWq9yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iKYBPK-sq5g/s320/window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194439432369534754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Yesterday I was&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; out&lt;/span&gt; the window, nothing in particular. Maybe I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;looking at&lt;/span&gt; the sky, just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;looking over&lt;/span&gt; the clouds to see if it was going to rain. But since there are too many buildings around I thought it would be better to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;look for&lt;/span&gt; the weather forecast on the internet instead. I was almost ready to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;look up&lt;/span&gt; for one of those websites, when I saw someone in front of my window &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;looking at&lt;/span&gt; the sky. It &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;looked like&lt;/span&gt; he was doing the same thing. Should I tell him to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;look into&lt;/span&gt; the internet? I thought. Or maybe I should &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;look it up&lt;/span&gt; and then tell him the news?. So I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;looked for&lt;/span&gt; it on the internet, walked towards the window and shouted: "Hey, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;look out&lt;/span&gt;!! is going to rain!!". Too late, he was already gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980936-4960040762978176223?l=nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/feeds/4960040762978176223/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32980936&amp;postID=4960040762978176223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/4960040762978176223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/4960040762978176223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/2008/04/phrases.html' title='phrases'/><author><name>Seba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752439315311880762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCrxBT88-qI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQ2RQO7YUjs/S220/millennium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SBZbJHWq9yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iKYBPK-sq5g/s72-c/window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980936.post-3234894326202263251</id><published>2008-04-19T09:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T10:16:16.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>{ Ø }</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;DON'T WISH TOO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Es lo único que se me ocurrio escribir, "No desees demasiado". Toda la semana buscando el momento adecuado para faltar al trabajo. Toda la semana pidiendo por favor, me gustaría sentirme un poquitito, solo un poquitito enfermo para disfrutar de un dia en casa. Pero parecía que mi destino era seguir llendo a trabajar día tras día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claro, todos sabemos que el mejor dia para faltar es el viernes, o el lunes en su defecto. Que mejor que hacernos de un fin de semana largo?. Y Parece que mi estomago entendió la idea, y el viernes por la mañana finalmente tuve la excusa perfecta, de hecho no era una excusa, verdaderamente no me sentia bien y mi ausencia estaba justificada. Asi que pensarán ustedes que finalmente pude disfrutar de un dia libre. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;No&lt;/span&gt;, lo que mi estomago no logró comprender es que tenía que ser algo leve. Parece que esa acumulación de deseos no ayudó mucho y en consecuencia estuve 14 horas en la cama y las otras restantes deambulando por la casa como un zombi que necesita sangre para sobrevivir, blanco y debilitado, hasta que me volví a rendir y me sumergí en las sábanas nuevamente. No recuerdo si soñé con mi caminata de la noche previa en las calles de San Telmo invadidas de humo o con la película SurCoreana pro Marxista-Socialista-Anti Americana o con la futura boda coreana o  con mi desesperante indecisión. Lo que sí estoy seguro que voy a recordar,  es que, la próxima vez  que desee algo lo voy  a hacer con cautela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980936-3234894326202263251?l=nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/feeds/3234894326202263251/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32980936&amp;postID=3234894326202263251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/3234894326202263251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/3234894326202263251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/2008/04/zero-inspiracin.html' title='{ Ø }'/><author><name>Seba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752439315311880762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCrxBT88-qI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQ2RQO7YUjs/S220/millennium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980936.post-9071769733369296955</id><published>2008-04-10T00:12:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:30:25.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRETZELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m gonna write this one in English as well. I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;eel like writing in English, maybe it is because sometimes I feel embarrassed about writing this thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;ngs in Spanish. Any way, here it goes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Today is Yesterday’s future, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; today is Tomorr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;w’s Past. But yesterday can be Tomorrow’s future as well. Today can be the result of unaccomplished wishes, of a doubtful past.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You may think that I am actually writing this based on a personal experience, and that could be true. Actually it’s pretty likely to be true, this kind of thinking usually comes before a decision has been made or perhaps, sometimes, on the opposite side, from a great &lt;span class="cald-word"&gt;indecisiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;But if you g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;ive it a second though, this could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;be the fruit of Rand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;m thoughts in a particularly inspired moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/R_2H1yAtpsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8XFzjvvwLYI/s1600-h/pretzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 0px 5px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/R_2H1yAtpsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8XFzjvvwLYI/s320/pretzel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187451703828260546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So, if you have been able to follow me in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; “pretz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;d” logic, yesterday, today and tomorrow becomes relative. You can place yourself in a st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;raight line, and choose a single point to be Today’s time, and following this reasoning, &lt;span class="cald-word"&gt;indecisiveness can persist in the future. But it may also come from yesterday, being today a continuatio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="cald-word"&gt;n of yesterday's indecisiveness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="cald-word"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;If I haven’t lost you already, let’s consider the follo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="cald-word"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;wing: been indecisive is the result of the lack of information, that unable us to be sure about a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="cald-word"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="cald-word"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;rtain thing, causing both options (usually yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="cald-word"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;or no choices) to be likely, of course, with different degrees of probability, but still uncertain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It is here that we can use the previous idea on the last post, about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Schrödinger's conjecture&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The only way to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;assure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what would happen is to actually make a decision. By making a decision we are opening the box, to check whether the cat is alive or not. But according to some theories, we are doing a lot more than checking the state of the cat, we become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;entangled&lt;span style=""&gt; with our decision, we are building our future. There’s no possible way to figure that out rather than choosing one or the oth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;er. In Schrödinger's paradox if you don’t open the box you will never get to know what has happened, but in our case is much worse. By not making a decision at all we are not only projecting our past in an endless line but bringing all the odds in favor of the ‘0’ Boolean option (meaning the negative or inactive decision, as 0 is false and 1 is true in Boolean Logic)&lt;br /&gt;which will cause us to actually make an unconscious decision, decreasing the likeliness of success of the second option in a future time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So what is what I want to say? There’s nothing worse than living a life that we did not choose, a life that has been built under the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def-example"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def-example"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;hesitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; and unconscious decisions. The only way is to place ourselves in Today’s moment and make it different from yesterday, and build our tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980936-9071769733369296955?l=nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/feeds/9071769733369296955/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32980936&amp;postID=9071769733369296955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/9071769733369296955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/9071769733369296955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretzels.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Seba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752439315311880762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCrxBT88-qI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQ2RQO7YUjs/S220/millennium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/R_2H1yAtpsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8XFzjvvwLYI/s72-c/pretzel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980936.post-6057833586658802006</id><published>2008-04-04T16:29:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T10:22:12.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enredo Quántico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;font-size:150;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quantum Entanglement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;Este va en inglés porque el diálogo original está en ese idioma y si se traduce pierde un poco de encanto.Y además porque toda la información que le sigue también está en ingles y es demasiada como para traducirla, a menos que los miles de visitantes se pronuncien a favor de la traducción...que por el momento no creo que suceda, porque el unico visitante soy yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/R_kGk6a3TNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2wajl5Qukj0/s1600-h/quantum_spacetime.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10pt 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/R_kGk6a3TNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2wajl5Qukj0/s400/quantum_spacetime.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186183677120826578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:95;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Larry&lt;/span&gt;: Don, Are u familiar with the term "Quantum Entanglement"?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:95;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Don&lt;/span&gt;: I dont think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Larry&lt;/span&gt;:  Well, is a theory that holds that photons come in pairs, which are separated by space-time, but they are always in instantaneous,inexplicably communication with each other. Einstein called it "spooky action at a distance". You know, I find that notion farly romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Don&lt;/span&gt;:  How's so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Larry&lt;/span&gt;:  Well, we affect each other , even when we don’t have the intention to do that. Even when we don’t want to do that, we are still connected. Can u see? Even when we try to be unaffected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Don&lt;/span&gt;: Why I get the feeling that you are talking about my love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Larry&lt;/span&gt;: Don, The universe is accelerating at such a rate, that someday  eventually everything will fly apart, and all matter will just drift alone and will become disconnected. How sad would be if human beans would behave in a similar fashion. And after a considerable inner debate, I find that the risks of human contact are more than compensated for by the rewards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quantum theory has serious conceptual problems, which one can choose to tackle using the concept of information. An example is the effect called 'entanglement'. Two systems are said to be entangled if they are correlated in a stronger way than is possible in classical physics models. The existence of such correlations raises questions as to whether the world is 'real' and/or 'non-local'.  Beyond that entanglement is now also viewed as a resource and studied as such using information theoretical concepts.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuote from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www3.imperial.ac.uk/quantuminformation/qi/tutorials/qit%20intro"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is a popular example that shows this concetps, called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Calibri;font-size:105;"  &gt;Schrödinger's  conjecture" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;One can even set up quite ridiculous  cases. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;  is penned up in a steel chamber, along with the following device (which  must be secured against direct interference by the cat): in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;Geiger counter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt; there is a tiny bit of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;radioactive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;  substance, so small, that perhaps in the course of the hour one of the  atoms decays, but also, with equal probability, perhaps none; if it  happens, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;counter tube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;  discharges and through a relay releases a hammer which shatters a small  flask of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;hydrocyanic acid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;. If one has left this entire system to  itself for an hour, one would say that the cat still lives if meanwhile  no atom has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;decayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;.  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;psi-function&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;  of the entire system would express this by having in it the living and  dead cat (pardon the expression) mixed or smeared out in equal parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;When does a quantum system stop  existing as a mixture of states and become one or the other?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt;If the cat survives, it remembers only  being alive. Our intuition says that no observer can be in a mixture  of states, yet it seems only cats can be such a mixture. Are cats required  to be observers, or does their existence in a single well-defined classical  state require another external observer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:95;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;In the many-worlds interpretation of quantum  mechanics, which  does not single out observation as a special process, both alive and  dead states of the cat persist, but are decoherent from each other. In other words, when the box is opened, that part of  the universe containing the observer and cat is split into two separate  universes, one containing an observer looking at a box with a dead cat,  one containing an observer looking at a box with a live cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;Since the dead and alive states  are decoherent, there is no effective communication or interaction between  them. When an observer opens the box, they become entangled with the  cat, so observer-states corresponding to the cat being alive and dead  are formed, and each can have no interaction with the other. The same  mechanism of quantum decoherence is also important for the interpretation  in terms of Consistent Histories. Only the "dead cat" or  "alive cat" can be a part of a consistent history in this  interpretation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980936-6057833586658802006?l=nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/feeds/6057833586658802006/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32980936&amp;postID=6057833586658802006&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/6057833586658802006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/6057833586658802006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/2008/04/este-va-en-ingls-porque-el-dilogo.html' title='Enredo Quántico'/><author><name>Seba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752439315311880762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCrxBT88-qI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQ2RQO7YUjs/S220/millennium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/R_kGk6a3TNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2wajl5Qukj0/s72-c/quantum_spacetime.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980936.post-115596151458891201</id><published>2006-08-19T01:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:59:39.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello blogWorld</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nada es lo que Parece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Es el título de la película que acabo de ver, del director de Snatch( para los interesados). En fin, me dejo pensando y esos ... son la señal, y es asi nada es lo que parece ni lo será , solo es cuestión de tiempo.......... todo es lo que parece hasta que ES, hasta que pasa ,hasta que sucede.&lt;br /&gt;El "Parecer" es solo un conjunto de prejuicios, imágenes vacias y distorcionadas y deseos , aveces propios reflejados en otros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ahi nada es lo que parece cuando las cosas no salen como se espraba, y al contrario son lo que parecen cuando sucede lo que se esperaba, pero realmente son eso? o siguen siendo otra cosa que no logramos dilucidar, y todo sigue pareciendo?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En fin si les parece, si alguien lee esto y gusta dejar su comentario será bien recibido. La idea es ver que les parece, no les aseguro que lo Sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980936-115596151458891201?l=nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/feeds/115596151458891201/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32980936&amp;postID=115596151458891201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/115596151458891201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980936/posts/default/115596151458891201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaesloqparece.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-blogworld.html' title='Hello blogWorld'/><author><name>Seba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752439315311880762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3AMgykWMAo/SCrxBT88-qI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQ2RQO7YUjs/S220/millennium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
