Len­ta­men­te voy a ir vol­vien­do ob­so­le­ta esa UR­L,y la nue­va es //­ral­si­na.­me que ya fun­cio­na ha­ce va­rios me­ses.

In­vo­lu­cra bas­tan­te tra­ba­jo mo­vien­do los co­men­ta­rios y co­sas así, pe­ro no de­be­ría pro­du­cir nin­gún cam­bio, los vie­jos li­nks per­ma­ne­ce­rán vá­li­do­s, y to­dos los co­men­ta­rios de­be­rían se­guir co­nec­ta­dos al post co­rrec­to.

Fal­ta­ría con­tac­tar a los di­ver­sos pla­ne­tas que tie­nen el si­tio agre­ga­do, pe­ro co­mo el feed no cam­bia (gra­cias a fee­dbur­ne­r) no creo que se pier­da na­die en la tran­si­ció­n.

Los diá­lo­gos na­ti­vos no an­dan. Usan­do QFi­le­Dia­lo­g.­ge­tE­xis­tin­gDi­rec­to­ry no­ta­mos és­tos sín­to­ma­s:

• Si no ha­­cés na­­da, el diá­­lo­­­go des­a­pa­­ra­­se por su cuen­­ta en más o me­­nos 20 se­­gun­­do­­s.

• Des­­pués de usar­­lo una ve­­z, tal vez apa­­re­z­­ca y des­a­pa­­re­z­­ca in­­me­­dia­­ta­­men­­te. O no.

So­lu­ció­n: usar la op­ción Don­tU­seNa­ti­ve­Dia­log op­tio­n.

Los wi­dge­ts en un QTreeWi­dge­tI­te­ms no se mue­ven.

Cuan­do uno po­ne wi­dge­ts aden­tro de los íte­ms de un QTreeWi­dget (que no es muy co­mú­n, pe­ro a ve­ces es úti­l), los wi­dge­ts no se mue­ven jun­to con el íte­m.

Solución, usar la opción -gra­phi­css­ys­tem ras­ter. Hasta se la puede inyectar en argv si la plataforma es darwin.

Nun­ca pu­de vol­ver a sa­car una fo­to así.

Hoy me en­contré una cá­ma­ra, y me dí cuen­ta: es la cá­ma­ra que lle­va­mo a Es­tam­bu­l, se nos ca­yó al pi­so y nun­ca más fun­cio­nó, y que no veía des­de que vol­vi­mo­s! Y tie­ne la tar­je­ta de me­mo­ria pues­ta!

Así que acá es­tán las fo­tos (sin fil­tra­r), pa­ra la fa­mi­lia y ami­go­s.

Fin­ished read­ing Cloud At­las, gave it 5 start­s. Here's a quick re­view:

I am not go­ing to ex­plain this book. It's enough, I think, to say I loved it, and that it's strange, and that it's a bit of a mis­tery.

Imag­in­ing a uni­verse in which all the con­tents of the book could be re­al at the same time in a way that would al­low all the pieces to be writ­ten as they are and yet, be, some­how, not the nov­el they are, but a found ar­ti­fac­t, is both de­press­ing and el­lu­sive.

At the end, I felt some­thing I can on­ly de­scribe as ret­ro­spec­tive hope, the feel­ing that things were sup­posed to end up bet­ter, but that even as ter­ri­bly as they did end, were it not by that ear­li­er hope, they would have been more grim.

The con­trol the au­thor has over his own style is im­pres­sive. This book feels writ­ten by half a dozen com­plete­ly dif­fer­ent writ­er­s.

Some quotes (which may on­ly make sense once you read the book):

"The sun was deaf­'n­in' so high up, yay, it roared an' time streamed from it."

"In the first set, each so­lo is in­ter­rupt­ed by its suc­ces­sor: in the sec­ond, each in­ter­rup­tion is re­con­tin­ued, in or­der. Rev­o­lu­tion­ary or gim­mick­y? Shan't know un­til it's fin­ished, and by then it'll be too late"

"What would­n't I give now for a nev­er-chang­ing map of the ev­er-­con­stant in­ef­fa­ble? To posess, as it were, an at­las of cloud­s."