“Next year will be 50 years (supposedly) that man stepped on the moon. I’m having dinner with some friends…chatting about this. I bring the topic to the audience! Do you think it really happened? I don’t!”
This was the message that goalie Iker Casillas tweeted a few weeks ago to his eight million followers who are probably more used to his acute observations about football rather than his views on the space program. Serious newspapers like El Pais, always ready to find inspiration in the Twittersphere, took the 157 characters to run articles that amplified Mr. Casillas remarks while omitting the point that the guy must be bonkers for thinking this.
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After a few days of suspense we finally had the chance of seeing Sir Michael Atiyah’s proof of Riemann Hypothesis (RH). As I said in a previous post, there was a lot of excitement the days previous to this event, but also some skepticism: though Atiyah is one of the best mathematicians of our times, the RH is a well-known problem that has eluded the minds of all the best mathematicians for 160 years. Following Atiyah’s talk, the excitement has faded and the skepticism has grown.
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Let’s get straight to the point: Sir Michael Atiyah announced that he has a proof of the Riemann Hypothesis (RH) and will present it in Heidelberg this Monday 24 of September. This is already worthy of headlines, but if it happens that the proof is correct we are talking about news of seismic scale (with a 9+ reading on a Richter scale) that will be on the front page of every newspaper on the planet by Tuesday.
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The discussion about the role of women working in the technology sector – with a specific emphasis on what’s happening in Silicon Valley – has been in the spotlight for some months now. But only a couple of weeks ago the conversation spiralled out of control when a memo about this topic, written by an employee at Google, was given international coverage by the media. The company fired the author of the memo, who subsequently took to the microphone in various interviews to give his side of the story, threats of legal action followed, and what is left now is the cacophony of millions of views mostly expressed in 140 characters or less.
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Before my trip, I thought the country where I was born would be unknown, perhaps unheard of here in Uganda. But of course I was wrong. Almost without exception, whenever I say I’m Colombian the reaction I get is a cheeky smile followed by a “Do you have any cocaine?” or “Are you a drug lord?” or “Where is Pablo?”.
Now, if you are Colombian chances are that you have spent the last couple of decades explaining foreigners that, no, you don’t have any cocaine with you, that your family is not in the drug business, and that you are not Facebook friends with El Patron.
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One of the things I was really excited of trying while here in Uganda was doing a bit of outdoors exploring. A pair of colleagues in Tugende suggested me to try Fort Portal, a small town to the west of the country, near the border with Congo. They told me that the landscape in the region was beautiful and a it was the perfect place for the sort of experience I was looking for.
And they were absolutely right! I spent three days there and it was a amazing experience. I recorded a video with some of the many hikes I did during those days, but I’m afraid that it doesn’t do justice to the beauty of this land.
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Everything has been so amazing in Uganda: The friendly people, the vibrant cities, the amazing outdoors. However, one thing I will not miss is the mental torture that my sworn enemy in Kampala has been inflicting on me the last four weeks.
Meet my nemesis: a h***-de-p*** rooster that lives in front of the place where I’m staying! The stupid animal likes to crow at random hours of the night. Yesterday, for example, decided to do it at 3:45am, and kept doing it at regular intervals until 7.
It’s been almost a month of this. At this point I dream of having a bazooka to evaporate this horrible animal. Alas, that will remain a fantasy and I know in just a few hours it will start with its stupid COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!!!