El día de hoy a la media noche, en un momento normalmente orientado al reparador sueño del inicio de semana, cientos de personas se mantenían conectadas esperando el inicio de la versión peruana del evento: CyberMonday Peru.
Lo que idealmente sería un éxito de marcas establecidas apostando por el creciente (pero aún temeroso) comercio electrónico, se convirtió, hasta la fecha, en otro caso de un “casi, pero no”.
A cursory search on the internet shows most people stating as fact, “Writing in pencil will fade over time.” Rather than trust the opinion of some random dude on Yahoo Answers who hasn’t even read an article on the subject, I thought I would ask some people who could give me better direction. So I contacted the National Archives. They were happy to answer my questions quickly and provide helpful references. After a few email exchanges with people who spend their time in historic documents, here is the bottom line for those wondering if writing in pencil will fade.
I got a phone call from a stranger at 8am who had seen him on the side of the road and called my number, having seen it on his collar tag. She stayed there with him until my father in law could come pick his body up, even though it made her late for work, because she said she had a cat of her own and she knew she’d appreciate the same kind of care for him in that situation. I’ve since discovered that we have some mutual friends and I’d like to send her a thank you card.
I didn’t realize this until recently, but the most destructive thing smart people do is spend their lives waiting. Even people with lofty dreams and aspirations get distracted by the inertia of ordinary events and subconsciously store their goals in the waiting place.
Tomorrow. After my promotion. When I raise money. When the time is right. After I settle things up. When I’m done learning.
The children, he learned, used trash because the balls donated by relief agencies and sporting goods companies quickly ripped or deflated on the rocky dirt that doubled as soccer fields. […]
During the next two years, Mr. Jahnigen, who was also working to develop an infrared medical technology, searched for something that could be made into a ball but never wear out, go flat or need a pump. […]
Then he happened to be having breakfast with Sting, a friend from his days in the music business. Mr. Jahnigen told him how soccer helped the children in Darfur cope with their troubles and his efforts to find an indestructible ball. Sting urged Mr. Jahnigen to drop everything and make the ball. Mr. Jahnigen said that developing the ball might cost as much as $300,000. Sting said he would pay for it.
Thalía estuvo con hiperemesis gravídica — vómitos por el embarazo en tal exceso que no podía comer ni beber nada. Tuvo que estar hospitalizada un tiempo que se nos hizo largo. Su ausencia en casa, corriendo al hospital, corriendo contra el tiempo, faltar a las reuniones… una locura.
Ya he tenido un poco de experiencia con volutroles, llaves de dos vías, goteos y demás cuando Papá estuvo enfermo, y en esta ocasión ya me titulé del todo. Es interesante cómo uno se acostumbra a las jeringas y ampollas y se familiariza con términos y nombres complicados como Dimenhidrinato.
Gracias al Señor ya ha mejorado bastante y está contenta comiendo nuevamente.
Niza ya dio a luz cuatro gatitos, pero aún no he tenido tiempo de tomarles fotos, sólo tengo algunas de cuando estaba panzoncita.
Por fin pude ver de cerca una cámara Micro Four-Thirds, una Olympus PEN E-PM1. La vi por unos minutos y pude tomar una foto, pero no me impresionó mucho, excepto por su tamaño.
Agasajamos a Beto con pizza en su cumpleaños.
Y la vida continúa.