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Florida students boo graduation speaker who called AI ‘next Industrial Revolution’ https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2026/may/12/florida-students-boo-graduation-speaker-ai #Technology #AiArtificialIntelligence #Florida #Graduation #UsNews #UsUniversities

Florida students boo graduation speaker who called AI ‘next Industrial Revolution’ https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2026/may/12/florida-students-boo-graduation-speaker-ai #Technology #AiArtificialIntelligence #Florida #Graduation #UsNews #UsUniversities

Florida students boo graduation speaker who called AI ‘next Industrial Revolution’ https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2026/may/12/florida-students-boo-graduation-speaker-ai #Technology #AiArtificialIntelligence #Florida #Graduation #UsNews #UsUniversities

Florida students boo graduation speaker who called AI ‘next Industrial Revolution’ https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2026/may/12/florida-students-boo-graduation-speaker-ai #Technology #AiArtificialIntelligence #Florida #Graduation #UsNews #UsUniversities

Graduation Day Memories

Twenty-one years ago, I finished my degree at Technological Institute of the Philippines carrying more than a diploma. I carried sacrifice, hope, and the quiet dreams of a family trying to survive one day at a time.

I did not have money for a graduation photo.
My dress was borrowed from my sister.
My toga was rented and had to be returned immediately after the ceremony so I could get the deposit back.
The shoes I wore were bought through installment from a kind neighbor who believed I deserved something new for that special day.

I arrived at the Philippine International Convention Center with only 700 pesos in my pocket, but my parents were beside me, and somehow, that made me feel rich already.

At the venue, a photographer offered graduation photos payable by installment. The down payment was 250 pesos. I said yes because deep inside, I wanted memories my family could hold onto. After paying, I only had 150 pesos left.

It was not enough for us to comfortably get home.

So after the ceremony, I quietly returned the rented toga to claim back the 150-peso deposit. That money became our taxi fare home.

To celebrate my graduation, I treated my parents to a late lunch at a nearby carinderia because that was all I could afford. No fancy restaurant. No grand celebration. Just simple food, exhausted smiles, and grateful hearts gathered around one table.

And yet, we were genuinely happy.

Looking back now, after all the places I’ve traveled, the titles I’ve earned, and the life I slowly built beyond that moment, I still think that was one of the purest forms of happiness I have ever experienced.

Because sometimes, the most beautiful victories are not loud.
Sometimes they look like borrowed clothes, rented togas, exact fare money, and parents quietly smiling because their child finally made it. 🌙

💖💖💖

Graduation Day Memories

Twenty-one years ago, I finished my degree at Technological Institute of the Philippines carrying more than a diploma. I carried sacrifice, hope, and the quiet dreams of a family trying to survive one day at a time.

I did not have money for a graduation photo.
My dress was borrowed from my sister.
My toga was rented and had to be returned immediately after the ceremony so I could get the deposit back.
The shoes I wore were bought through installment from a kind neighbor who believed I deserved something new for that special day.

I arrived at the Philippine International Convention Center with only 700 pesos in my pocket, but my parents were beside me, and somehow, that made me feel rich already.

At the venue, a photographer offered graduation photos payable by installment. The down payment was 250 pesos. I said yes because deep inside, I wanted memories my family could hold onto. After paying, I only had 150 pesos left.

It was not enough for us to comfortably get home.

So after the ceremony, I quietly returned the rented toga to claim back the 150-peso deposit. That money became our taxi fare home.

To celebrate my graduation, I treated my parents to a late lunch at a nearby carinderia because that was all I could afford. No fancy restaurant. No grand celebration. Just simple food, exhausted smiles, and grateful hearts gathered around one table.

And yet, we were genuinely happy.

Looking back now, after all the places I’ve traveled, the titles I’ve earned, and the life I slowly built beyond that moment, I still think that was one of the purest forms of happiness I have ever experienced.

Because sometimes, the most beautiful victories are not loud.
Sometimes they look like borrowed clothes, rented togas, exact fare money, and parents quietly smiling because their child finally made it. 🌙

💖💖💖

Graduation Day Memories

Twenty-one years ago, I finished my degree at Technological Institute of the Philippines carrying more than a diploma. I carried sacrifice, hope, and the quiet dreams of a family trying to survive one day at a time.

I did not have money for a graduation photo.
My dress was borrowed from my sister.
My toga was rented and had to be returned immediately after the ceremony so I could get the deposit back.
The shoes I wore were bought through installment from a kind neighbor who believed I deserved something new for that special day.

I arrived at the Philippine International Convention Center with only 700 pesos in my pocket, but my parents were beside me, and somehow, that made me feel rich already.

At the venue, a photographer offered graduation photos payable by installment. The down payment was 250 pesos. I said yes because deep inside, I wanted memories my family could hold onto. After paying, I only had 150 pesos left.

It was not enough for us to comfortably get home.

So after the ceremony, I quietly returned the rented toga to claim back the 150-peso deposit. That money became our taxi fare home.

To celebrate my graduation, I treated my parents to a late lunch at a nearby carinderia because that was all I could afford. No fancy restaurant. No grand celebration. Just simple food, exhausted smiles, and grateful hearts gathered around one table.

And yet, we were genuinely happy.

Looking back now, after all the places I’ve traveled, the titles I’ve earned, and the life I slowly built beyond that moment, I still think that was one of the purest forms of happiness I have ever experienced.

Because sometimes, the most beautiful victories are not loud.
Sometimes they look like borrowed clothes, rented togas, exact fare money, and parents quietly smiling because their child finally made it. 🌙

💖💖💖

Graduation Day Memories

Twenty-one years ago, I finished my degree at Technological Institute of the Philippines carrying more than a diploma. I carried sacrifice, hope, and the quiet dreams of a family trying to survive one day at a time.

I did not have money for a graduation photo.
My dress was borrowed from my sister.
My toga was rented and had to be returned immediately after the ceremony so I could get the deposit back.
The shoes I wore were bought through installment from a kind neighbor who believed I deserved something new for that special day.

I arrived at the Philippine International Convention Center with only 700 pesos in my pocket, but my parents were beside me, and somehow, that made me feel rich already.

At the venue, a photographer offered graduation photos payable by installment. The down payment was 250 pesos. I said yes because deep inside, I wanted memories my family could hold onto. After paying, I only had 150 pesos left.

It was not enough for us to comfortably get home.

So after the ceremony, I quietly returned the rented toga to claim back the 150-peso deposit. That money became our taxi fare home.

To celebrate my graduation, I treated my parents to a late lunch at a nearby carinderia because that was all I could afford. No fancy restaurant. No grand celebration. Just simple food, exhausted smiles, and grateful hearts gathered around one table.

And yet, we were genuinely happy.

Looking back now, after all the places I’ve traveled, the titles I’ve earned, and the life I slowly built beyond that moment, I still think that was one of the purest forms of happiness I have ever experienced.

Because sometimes, the most beautiful victories are not loud.
Sometimes they look like borrowed clothes, rented togas, exact fare money, and parents quietly smiling because their child finally made it. 🌙

💖💖💖

Graduation Day Memories

Twenty-one years ago, I finished my degree at Technological Institute of the Philippines carrying more than a diploma. I carried sacrifice, hope, and the quiet dreams of a family trying to survive one day at a time.

I did not have money for a graduation photo.
My dress was borrowed from my sister.
My toga was rented and had to be returned immediately after the ceremony so I could get the deposit back.
The shoes I wore were bought through installment from a kind neighbor who believed I deserved something new for that special day.

I arrived at the Philippine International Convention Center with only 700 pesos in my pocket, but my parents were beside me, and somehow, that made me feel rich already.

At the venue, a photographer offered graduation photos payable by installment. The down payment was 250 pesos. I said yes because deep inside, I wanted memories my family could hold onto. After paying, I only had 150 pesos left.

It was not enough for us to comfortably get home.

So after the ceremony, I quietly returned the rented toga to claim back the 150-peso deposit. That money became our taxi fare home.

To celebrate my graduation, I treated my parents to a late lunch at a nearby carinderia because that was all I could afford. No fancy restaurant. No grand celebration. Just simple food, exhausted smiles, and grateful hearts gathered around one table.

And yet, we were genuinely happy.

Looking back now, after all the places I’ve traveled, the titles I’ve earned, and the life I slowly built beyond that moment, I still think that was one of the purest forms of happiness I have ever experienced.

Because sometimes, the most beautiful victories are not loud.
Sometimes they look like borrowed clothes, rented togas, exact fare money, and parents quietly smiling because their child finally made it. 🌙

💖💖💖

NVIDIA CEO Jensen Huang tells graduates to embrace AI despite fears it could replace them

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://nerds.xyz/2026/05/nvidia-jensen-huang-ai-graduates/

Class of 2026 - Drama / Performing Arts School Badges https://www.koolbadges.co.uk/class-of-2026-drama-badge-p-9847.html 🎭️ #drama #performingarts #stageschool #schoolleaver #dramastudent #acting #badges #buttonbadge #schoolkeepsake #endofterm #classof2026 #year11 #koolbadges #teacher #dramateacher #craft #graduation

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Class of 2026 - Drama / Performing Arts School Badges https://www.koolbadges.co.uk/class-of-2026-drama-badge-p-9847.html 🎭️ #drama #performingarts #stageschool #schoolleaver #dramastudent #acting #badges #buttonbadge #schoolkeepsake #endofterm #classof2026 #year11 #koolbadges #teacher #dramateacher #craft #graduation

W00t #OpenTelemetry voted for moving to a graduated project by the Cloud Native Computing Foundation (CNCF) 's Technical Oversight Committee! 🥳

I covered it on a recent episode of OpenObservability Talks 🎧 :
https://horovits.medium.com/the-state-of-opentelemetry-insights-from-otel-unplugged-europe-e00f219f7460#1606

Great work to all involved @opentelemetry 👏

#cncf #graduation #stabilization

Good evening. 🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫

9 May 2026

We’d been on the road all day, and now we’re tucked into northern Arkansas, deep in the Ozark Mountains. After we arrived, we went out to dinner with my daughter and granddaughters. Then they headed off to do a little shopping for the upcoming graduation party. I think I mentioned a few days ago that one of my granddaughters is graduating from college this month. She’ll be teaching kindergarten in North Little Rock once she’s officially done.

The drive itself was pretty uneventful. Most of it was interstate, and my modern car handled the bulk of the work with its hands‑free driving feature. I still had to sit there and keep an eye on things, of course — take over when the car insisted, tell it when to change lanes, and handle the turns. The thing can be a little sassy. Once we left the interstate, it was back to doing everything myself.

Somewhere along the way, I started thinking about how far things have come since I was a young man. My cars back then didn’t have power steering or A/C — unless you count that little triangular vent window you could angle so the wind hit you in the face. And for heaven’s sake, I had to roll the windows up and down with a hand crank. Don’t even get me started on navigation.

Anyway, that’s enough for today. Time to kick back.

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.” — Anita Desai

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” — W.B. Yeats

“Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax.” — Mark Black

#photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #mushroom #graduation #travel #cars #teaching

Good evening. 🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫

9 May 2026

We’d been on the road all day, and now we’re tucked into northern Arkansas, deep in the Ozark Mountains. After we arrived, we went out to dinner with my daughter and granddaughters. Then they headed off to do a little shopping for the upcoming graduation party. I think I mentioned a few days ago that one of my granddaughters is graduating from college this month. She’ll be teaching kindergarten in North Little Rock once she’s officially done.

The drive itself was pretty uneventful. Most of it was interstate, and my modern car handled the bulk of the work with its hands‑free driving feature. I still had to sit there and keep an eye on things, of course — take over when the car insisted, tell it when to change lanes, and handle the turns. The thing can be a little sassy. Once we left the interstate, it was back to doing everything myself.

Somewhere along the way, I started thinking about how far things have come since I was a young man. My cars back then didn’t have power steering or A/C — unless you count that little triangular vent window you could angle so the wind hit you in the face. And for heaven’s sake, I had to roll the windows up and down with a hand crank. Don’t even get me started on navigation.

Anyway, that’s enough for today. Time to kick back.

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.” — Anita Desai

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” — W.B. Yeats

“Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax.” — Mark Black

#photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #mushroom #graduation #travel #cars #teaching

Good evening. 🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫

9 May 2026

We’d been on the road all day, and now we’re tucked into northern Arkansas, deep in the Ozark Mountains. After we arrived, we went out to dinner with my daughter and granddaughters. Then they headed off to do a little shopping for the upcoming graduation party. I think I mentioned a few days ago that one of my granddaughters is graduating from college this month. She’ll be teaching kindergarten in North Little Rock once she’s officially done.

The drive itself was pretty uneventful. Most of it was interstate, and my modern car handled the bulk of the work with its hands‑free driving feature. I still had to sit there and keep an eye on things, of course — take over when the car insisted, tell it when to change lanes, and handle the turns. The thing can be a little sassy. Once we left the interstate, it was back to doing everything myself.

Somewhere along the way, I started thinking about how far things have come since I was a young man. My cars back then didn’t have power steering or A/C — unless you count that little triangular vent window you could angle so the wind hit you in the face. And for heaven’s sake, I had to roll the windows up and down with a hand crank. Don’t even get me started on navigation.

Anyway, that’s enough for today. Time to kick back.

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.” — Anita Desai

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” — W.B. Yeats

“Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax.” — Mark Black

#photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #mushroom #graduation #travel #cars #teaching

Good evening. 🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫

9 May 2026

We’d been on the road all day, and now we’re tucked into northern Arkansas, deep in the Ozark Mountains. After we arrived, we went out to dinner with my daughter and granddaughters. Then they headed off to do a little shopping for the upcoming graduation party. I think I mentioned a few days ago that one of my granddaughters is graduating from college this month. She’ll be teaching kindergarten in North Little Rock once she’s officially done.

The drive itself was pretty uneventful. Most of it was interstate, and my modern car handled the bulk of the work with its hands‑free driving feature. I still had to sit there and keep an eye on things, of course — take over when the car insisted, tell it when to change lanes, and handle the turns. The thing can be a little sassy. Once we left the interstate, it was back to doing everything myself.

Somewhere along the way, I started thinking about how far things have come since I was a young man. My cars back then didn’t have power steering or A/C — unless you count that little triangular vent window you could angle so the wind hit you in the face. And for heaven’s sake, I had to roll the windows up and down with a hand crank. Don’t even get me started on navigation.

Anyway, that’s enough for today. Time to kick back.

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.” — Anita Desai

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” — W.B. Yeats

“Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax.” — Mark Black

#photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #mushroom #graduation #travel #cars #teaching

Good evening. 🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫🍄‍🟫

9 May 2026

We’d been on the road all day, and now we’re tucked into northern Arkansas, deep in the Ozark Mountains. After we arrived, we went out to dinner with my daughter and granddaughters. Then they headed off to do a little shopping for the upcoming graduation party. I think I mentioned a few days ago that one of my granddaughters is graduating from college this month. She’ll be teaching kindergarten in North Little Rock once she’s officially done.

The drive itself was pretty uneventful. Most of it was interstate, and my modern car handled the bulk of the work with its hands‑free driving feature. I still had to sit there and keep an eye on things, of course — take over when the car insisted, tell it when to change lanes, and handle the turns. The thing can be a little sassy. Once we left the interstate, it was back to doing everything myself.

Somewhere along the way, I started thinking about how far things have come since I was a young man. My cars back then didn’t have power steering or A/C — unless you count that little triangular vent window you could angle so the wind hit you in the face. And for heaven’s sake, I had to roll the windows up and down with a hand crank. Don’t even get me started on navigation.

Anyway, that’s enough for today. Time to kick back.

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.” — Anita Desai

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” — W.B. Yeats

“Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax.” — Mark Black

#photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #mushroom #graduation #travel #cars #teaching

#HighSchool #graduation today. Went well, good to see families and some older siblings who graduated years ago.

#AdultESOL (#AdultESL) class had #writing test today. Need to grade that tonight.

#CyberSecurity class has 3 assignments due by tonight, but professor said don't worry --- party he is also really busy and won't have time to grade, and partly because we were down for a bit due to the #Canvas #ransomware.

Last week of high school next week. Then summer #ProfessionalDevelopment time.

Exes Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin reunite in Nashville for daughter Apple’s college graduation

Exes Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin reunited to celebrate their daughter, Apple Martin, as s…
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https://www.newsbeep.com/us/631889/

Exes Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin reunite in Nashville for daughter Apple’s college graduation

Exes Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin reunited to celebrate their daughter, Apple Martin, as s…
#NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Celebrities #applemartin #celebritychildren #celebrityexes #celebrityfamilies #CelebrityNews #celebritysightings #ChrisMartin #Entertainment #Graduation #gwynethpaltrow #MosesMartin #Movies #Music #Parents
https://www.newsbeep.com/us/631889/

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Denmark Technical College celebrates class of 2026 with special commencement speaker

DENMARK, S.C. (WIS) – Nearly 200 graduates received degrees from Denmark Technical College on Saturday as the school…
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We've been graduating students the same way for centuries. Seth Godin and I rethink event formats like graduation.

https://www.conferencesthatwork.com/index.php/event-design/2018/06/rethinking-event-formats

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The bit that you skip #93: Gazelle – At last, friend

Many songs tend to remind you of your childhood. Another quantity, perhaps greater, hark back to your teenage days. Then there’s songs that make you think of your early adulthood. The wide eyed rookie days. Wages are minuscule, possibilities are endless, and nothing is written in pen.

After Headlights broke up, I trawled for everything related to the Fein clan. First it was Absinthe Blind and their wondrous space age dreamy rock. Then I went for Ad Fein’s and Jeff Dimpsey’s Peléan eruption of a band, Gazelle. Healthy doses of dream pop and electronica gave us an album that sounded like nothing else. Perhaps what U2 wanted to do with POP, Gazelle did with their only album.

Just as I graduated from Electronics and Telecommunications, I went hogwild into ambient and lounge music. After a stint at Ericsson in Gustavo Baz, which wasn’t too far from my house, I got sent to a communications hub in Polanco in Lago Alberto, where it always smelled like chocolate due to La Holandesa being near. After a couple of weeks, I absconded to another central, a few blocks from Lago Alberto, on Kepler. The disorganised wires, dusty countertops and odd rodents of unusual size on the lower flowers contrasted with the upper floor, where I befriended two people, Chrissie and Alan. We would spent most of the time talking and eating in nearby places than doing much work, since a lot of it was tests that took time and the real crunch was understanding the output, then correcting anything in our means.

I would walk from Metro Polanco to Kepler, a good 2 km walk. The metro trip was brutal, as it was peak hour and you were, as Radiohead bluntly said it once, packt like sardines in a crushd tin pack. I wouldn’t dare to use my cd player as you could barely moved an arm, much less try to adjust volume in a noisy commute. Once out of the metro station, I’d go for a small coffee at a small joint on the way to Kepler’s telephone central. I would listen to any Café del Mar compilation I had ready, or just whatever electronica mix a friend gave me.

Chrissie and Alan eventually had to go back to London and we would meet a couple of times later but no longer as employees for Telcel, but as ex-coworkers. I considered them friends. Alan sadly passed away from cancer a few years later. He was pencil thin, and always smoking, holding his cig in a strange “inside ash” manner. Chrissie I talked to a few times, first after arriving at Nottingham in 2002, then after arriving in Sheffield in 2008. I’ve lost track, as one does with friends in life. It’s not intentional, it’s just something that happens and even if we never meet again, we had good times, like the trip we took to Teotihuacán with one of her friends that speak no English at all and paid my tourist guide with delicious plum candies. Or a strange trip to Acapulco where we barely escaped being on a disco boat that meet a grisly end (no casualties, thankfully).

Gazelle’s At last, friend evokes memories of both Chrissie and Mark. Chrissie usually went as “Chwissy” as a joke, and Alan…well, his devil-may-care attitude was always juxtaposed with an encyclopedic knowledge of telecommunications. The song also reminds me of my first days in Nottingham, wandering through town aimlessly. In fact, a few songs that have effect on me. I don’t think I’ll ever have that wide-eye feeling again. But nothing is written in pen. That never changes, though.

-Sam J. Valdés López

https://youtu.be/gfwSNGLAcqM?si=vKLPXRZulZuHoQF7

The bit that you skip #93: Gazelle – At last, friend

Many songs tend to remind you of your childhood. Another quantity, perhaps greater, hark back to your teenage days. Then there’s songs that make you think of your early adulthood. The wide eyed rookie days. Wages are minuscule, possibilities are endless, and nothing is written in pen.

After Headlights broke up, I trawled for everything related to the Fein clan. First it was Absinthe Blind and their wondrous space age dreamy rock. Then I went for Ad Fein’s and Jeff Dimpsey’s Peléan eruption of a band, Gazelle. Healthy doses of dream pop and electronica gave us an album that sounded like nothing else. Perhaps what U2 wanted to do with POP, Gazelle did with their only album.

Just as I graduated from Electronics and Telecommunications, I went hogwild into ambient and lounge music. After a stint at Ericsson in Gustavo Baz, which wasn’t too far from my house, I got sent to a communications hub in Polanco in Lago Alberto, where it always smelled like chocolate due to La Holandesa being near. After a couple of weeks, I absconded to another central, a few blocks from Lago Alberto, on Kepler. The disorganised wires, dusty countertops and odd rodents of unusual size on the lower flowers contrasted with the upper floor, where I befriended two people, Chrissie and Alan. We would spent most of the time talking and eating in nearby places than doing much work, since a lot of it was tests that took time and the real crunch was understanding the output, then correcting anything in our means.

I would walk from Metro Polanco to Kepler, a good 2 km walk. The metro trip was brutal, as it was peak hour and you were, as Radiohead bluntly said it once, packt like sardines in a crushd tin pack. I wouldn’t dare to use my cd player as you could barely moved an arm, much less try to adjust volume in a noisy commute. Once out of the metro station, I’d go for a small coffee at a small joint on the way to Kepler’s telephone central. I would listen to any Café del Mar compilation I had ready, or just whatever electronica mix a friend gave me.

Chrissie and Alan eventually had to go back to London and we would meet a couple of times later but no longer as employees for Telcel, but as ex-coworkers. I considered them friends. Alan sadly passed away from cancer a few years later. He was pencil thin, and always smoking, holding his cig in a strange “inside ash” manner. Chrissie I talked to a few times, first after arriving at Nottingham in 2002, then after arriving in Sheffield in 2008. I’ve lost track, as one does with friends in life. It’s not intentional, it’s just something that happens and even if we never meet again, we had good times, like the trip we took to Teotihuacán with one of her friends that speak no English at all and paid my tourist guide with delicious plum candies. Or a strange trip to Acapulco where we barely escaped being on a disco boat that meet a grisly end (no casualties, thankfully).

Gazelle’s At last, friend evokes memories of both Chrissie and Mark. Chrissie usually went as “Chwissy” as a joke, and Alan…well, his devil-may-care attitude was always juxtaposed with an encyclopedic knowledge of telecommunications. The song also reminds me of my first days in Nottingham, wandering through town aimlessly. In fact, a few songs that have effect on me. I don’t think I’ll ever have that wide-eye feeling again. But nothing is written in pen. That never changes, though.

-Sam J. Valdés López

https://youtu.be/gfwSNGLAcqM?si=vKLPXRZulZuHoQF7

The bit that you skip #93: Gazelle – At last, friend

Many songs tend to remind you of your childhood. Another quantity, perhaps greater, hark back to your teenage days. Then there’s songs that make you think of your early adulthood. The wide eyed rookie days. Wages are minuscule, possibilities are endless, and nothing is written in pen.

After Headlights broke up, I trawled for everything related to the Fein clan. First it was Absinthe Blind and their wondrous space age dreamy rock. Then I went for Ad Fein’s and Jeff Dimpsey’s Peléan eruption of a band, Gazelle. Healthy doses of dream pop and electronica gave us an album that sounded like nothing else. Perhaps what U2 wanted to do with POP, Gazelle did with their only album.

Just as I graduated from Electronics and Telecommunications, I went hogwild into ambient and lounge music. After a stint at Ericsson in Gustavo Baz, which wasn’t too far from my house, I got sent to a communications hub in Polanco in Lago Alberto, where it always smelled like chocolate due to La Holandesa being near. After a couple of weeks, I absconded to another central, a few blocks from Lago Alberto, on Kepler. The disorganised wires, dusty countertops and odd rodents of unusual size on the lower flowers contrasted with the upper floor, where I befriended two people, Chrissie and Alan. We would spent most of the time talking and eating in nearby places than doing much work, since a lot of it was tests that took time and the real crunch was understanding the output, then correcting anything in our means.

I would walk from Metro Polanco to Kepler, a good 2 km walk. The metro trip was brutal, as it was peak hour and you were, as Radiohead bluntly said it once, packt like sardines in a crushd tin pack. I wouldn’t dare to use my cd player as you could barely moved an arm, much less try to adjust volume in a noisy commute. Once out of the metro station, I’d go for a small coffee at a small joint on the way to Kepler’s telephone central. I would listen to any Café del Mar compilation I had ready, or just whatever electronica mix a friend gave me.

Chrissie and Alan eventually had to go back to London and we would meet a couple of times later but no longer as employees for Telcel, but as ex-coworkers. I considered them friends. Alan sadly passed away from cancer a few years later. He was pencil thin, and always smoking, holding his cig in a strange “inside ash” manner. Chrissie I talked to a few times, first after arriving at Nottingham in 2002, then after arriving in Sheffield in 2008. I’ve lost track, as one does with friends in life. It’s not intentional, it’s just something that happens and even if we never meet again, we had good times, like the trip we took to Teotihuacán with one of her friends that speak no English at all and paid my tourist guide with delicious plum candies. Or a strange trip to Acapulco where we barely escaped being on a disco boat that meet a grisly end (no casualties, thankfully).

Gazelle’s At last, friend evokes memories of both Chrissie and Mark. Chrissie usually went as “Chwissy” as a joke, and Alan…well, his devil-may-care attitude was always juxtaposed with an encyclopedic knowledge of telecommunications. The song also reminds me of my first days in Nottingham, wandering through town aimlessly. In fact, a few songs that have effect on me. I don’t think I’ll ever have that wide-eye feeling again. But nothing is written in pen. That never changes, though.

-Sam J. Valdés López

https://youtu.be/gfwSNGLAcqM?si=vKLPXRZulZuHoQF7

The bit that you skip #93: Gazelle – At last, friend

Many songs tend to remind you of your childhood. Another quantity, perhaps greater, hark back to your teenage days. Then there’s songs that make you think of your early adulthood. The wide eyed rookie days. Wages are minuscule, possibilities are endless, and nothing is written in pen.

After Headlights broke up, I trawled for everything related to the Fein clan. First it was Absinthe Blind and their wondrous space age dreamy rock. Then I went for Ad Fein’s and Jeff Dimpsey’s Peléan eruption of a band, Gazelle. Healthy doses of dream pop and electronica gave us an album that sounded like nothing else. Perhaps what U2 wanted to do with POP, Gazelle did with their only album.

Just as I graduated from Electronics and Telecommunications, I went hogwild into ambient and lounge music. After a stint at Ericsson in Gustavo Baz, which wasn’t too far from my house, I got sent to a communications hub in Polanco in Lago Alberto, where it always smelled like chocolate due to La Holandesa being near. After a couple of weeks, I absconded to another central, a few blocks from Lago Alberto, on Kepler. The disorganised wires, dusty countertops and odd rodents of unusual size on the lower flowers contrasted with the upper floor, where I befriended two people, Chrissie and Alan. We would spent most of the time talking and eating in nearby places than doing much work, since a lot of it was tests that took time and the real crunch was understanding the output, then correcting anything in our means.

I would walk from Metro Polanco to Kepler, a good 2 km walk. The metro trip was brutal, as it was peak hour and you were, as Radiohead bluntly said it once, packt like sardines in a crushd tin pack. I wouldn’t dare to use my cd player as you could barely moved an arm, much less try to adjust volume in a noisy commute. Once out of the metro station, I’d go for a small coffee at a small joint on the way to Kepler’s telephone central. I would listen to any Café del Mar compilation I had ready, or just whatever electronica mix a friend gave me.

Chrissie and Alan eventually had to go back to London and we would meet a couple of times later but no longer as employees for Telcel, but as ex-coworkers. I considered them friends. Alan sadly passed away from cancer a few years later. He was pencil thin, and always smoking, holding his cig in a strange “inside ash” manner. Chrissie I talked to a few times, first after arriving at Nottingham in 2002, then after arriving in Sheffield in 2008. I’ve lost track, as one does with friends in life. It’s not intentional, it’s just something that happens and even if we never meet again, we had good times, like the trip we took to Teotihuacán with one of her friends that speak no English at all and paid my tourist guide with delicious plum candies. Or a strange trip to Acapulco where we barely escaped being on a disco boat that meet a grisly end (no casualties, thankfully).

Gazelle’s At last, friend evokes memories of both Chrissie and Mark. Chrissie usually went as “Chwissy” as a joke, and Alan…well, his devil-may-care attitude was always juxtaposed with an encyclopedic knowledge of telecommunications. The song also reminds me of my first days in Nottingham, wandering through town aimlessly. In fact, a few songs that have effect on me. I don’t think I’ll ever have that wide-eye feeling again. But nothing is written in pen. That never changes, though.

-Sam J. Valdés López

https://youtu.be/gfwSNGLAcqM?si=vKLPXRZulZuHoQF7

The bit that you skip #93: Gazelle – At last, friend

Many songs tend to remind you of your childhood. Another quantity, perhaps greater, hark back to your teenage days. Then there’s songs that make you think of your early adulthood. The wide eyed rookie days. Wages are minuscule, possibilities are endless, and nothing is written in pen.

After Headlights broke up, I trawled for everything related to the Fein clan. First it was Absinthe Blind and their wondrous space age dreamy rock. Then I went for Ad Fein’s and Jeff Dimpsey’s Peléan eruption of a band, Gazelle. Healthy doses of dream pop and electronica gave us an album that sounded like nothing else. Perhaps what U2 wanted to do with POP, Gazelle did with their only album.

Just as I graduated from Electronics and Telecommunications, I went hogwild into ambient and lounge music. After a stint at Ericsson in Gustavo Baz, which wasn’t too far from my house, I got sent to a communications hub in Polanco in Lago Alberto, where it always smelled like chocolate due to La Holandesa being near. After a couple of weeks, I absconded to another central, a few blocks from Lago Alberto, on Kepler. The disorganised wires, dusty countertops and odd rodents of unusual size on the lower flowers contrasted with the upper floor, where I befriended two people, Chrissie and Alan. We would spent most of the time talking and eating in nearby places than doing much work, since a lot of it was tests that took time and the real crunch was understanding the output, then correcting anything in our means.

I would walk from Metro Polanco to Kepler, a good 2 km walk. The metro trip was brutal, as it was peak hour and you were, as Radiohead bluntly said it once, packt like sardines in a crushd tin pack. I wouldn’t dare to use my cd player as you could barely moved an arm, much less try to adjust volume in a noisy commute. Once out of the metro station, I’d go for a small coffee at a small joint on the way to Kepler’s telephone central. I would listen to any Café del Mar compilation I had ready, or just whatever electronica mix a friend gave me.

Chrissie and Alan eventually had to go back to London and we would meet a couple of times later but no longer as employees for Telcel, but as ex-coworkers. I considered them friends. Alan sadly passed away from cancer a few years later. He was pencil thin, and always smoking, holding his cig in a strange “inside ash” manner. Chrissie I talked to a few times, first after arriving at Nottingham in 2002, then after arriving in Sheffield in 2008. I’ve lost track, as one does with friends in life. It’s not intentional, it’s just something that happens and even if we never meet again, we had good times, like the trip we took to Teotihuacán with one of her friends that speak no English at all and paid my tourist guide with delicious plum candies. Or a strange trip to Acapulco where we barely escaped being on a disco boat that meet a grisly end (no casualties, thankfully).

Gazelle’s At last, friend evokes memories of both Chrissie and Mark. Chrissie usually went as “Chwissy” as a joke, and Alan…well, his devil-may-care attitude was always juxtaposed with an encyclopedic knowledge of telecommunications. The song also reminds me of my first days in Nottingham, wandering through town aimlessly. In fact, a few songs that have effect on me. I don’t think I’ll ever have that wide-eye feeling again. But nothing is written in pen. That never changes, though.

-Sam J. Valdés López

https://youtu.be/gfwSNGLAcqM?si=vKLPXRZulZuHoQF7

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"I am rejected"—the biotech grad's nightmare after endless applications!
Hundreds of CVs, zero callbacks? Upgrade skills with BioResire.
Join WhatsApp community: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vb5u2Tp77qVTb1D7bu3r
Turn rejection into opportunity: [email protected] #BiotechJobs #JobRejections #BiotechGraduates #BioResire #CareerStruggles #BiotechCareers #LifeSciences #IndiaBiotech #ResumeTips #SkillUpgrade #Biotechnology #ResearchJobs #JobHunt #BiotechIndia #Graduation #STEMCareers #JobApplications #BiotechStruggles

"I am rejected"—the biotech grad's nightmare after endless applications!
Hundreds of CVs, zero callbacks? Upgrade skills with BioResire.
Join WhatsApp community: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vb5u2Tp77qVTb1D7bu3r
Turn rejection into opportunity: [email protected] #BiotechJobs #JobRejections #BiotechGraduates #BioResire #CareerStruggles #BiotechCareers #LifeSciences #IndiaBiotech #ResumeTips #SkillUpgrade #Biotechnology #ResearchJobs #JobHunt #BiotechIndia #Graduation #STEMCareers #JobApplications #BiotechStruggles

"I am rejected"—the biotech grad's nightmare after endless applications!
Hundreds of CVs, zero callbacks? Upgrade skills with BioResire.
Join WhatsApp community: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vb5u2Tp77qVTb1D7bu3r
Turn rejection into opportunity: [email protected] #BiotechJobs #JobRejections #BiotechGraduates #BioResire #CareerStruggles #BiotechCareers #LifeSciences #IndiaBiotech #ResumeTips #SkillUpgrade #Biotechnology #ResearchJobs #JobHunt #BiotechIndia #Graduation #STEMCareers #JobApplications #BiotechStruggles

"I am rejected"—the biotech grad's nightmare after endless applications!
Hundreds of CVs, zero callbacks? Upgrade skills with BioResire.
Join WhatsApp community: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vb5u2Tp77qVTb1D7bu3r
Turn rejection into opportunity: [email protected] #BiotechJobs #JobRejections #BiotechGraduates #BioResire #CareerStruggles #BiotechCareers #LifeSciences #IndiaBiotech #ResumeTips #SkillUpgrade #Biotechnology #ResearchJobs #JobHunt #BiotechIndia #Graduation #STEMCareers #JobApplications #BiotechStruggles

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